#or they coulda been hooking up for a while

[ficmeouttahere]

Knitting a bear beanie for melissa

...after overhearing her hypothetical and leaving it as a gift at her desk with a little note like

so many scenarios

"think the girl and the bear could share a nice dinner?"

"now i really wanna eat your dinner"

"what a girl gotta do to get into your bed? i break into your house it's not porridge I'll be eating"

"heard you were all out of porridge. you got any other vitamin P for me?"

"never tried 'porridge' but with you I'm more than willing <3"

ok ok im terrible at this but. you get it

SOMEONE write this for the love of god

it won't leave my head

inspired by this random cat beanie wearing law pic

[bellaxgiornata]

Not Like Before Chapter Two

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 4.3k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax

a/n: Finally chapter two for all of y'all and I think you're going to like it. Dividers by the lovely @secretlysamcro.

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With one arm hugging your clipboard to your chest and your other hand carrying a hospital-issued thirty-two ounce straw cup filled with ice water, you headed down one of the many halls in St. Thomas. You politely greeted another nurse as you passed her, though you couldn't quite recall her name. You'd only been working here for a month now, having moved out to Charming from the Fresno area just a few weeks ago because your previous hospital had unexpectedly downsized. You’d been desperate for a job and St. Thomas had been the first place to hire you nearly on the spot.

Continuing down the hallway, you hoped that no one would notice the chocolate pudding cup you'd snagged from the cafeteria, the one you were currently hiding behind your clipboard. It was meant for the last patient on your rounds for the night, an older gentleman who you'd quickly learned was a member of the local motorcycle club. Since you were new and the staff apparently disliked the Sons of Anarchy–whoever they were–you'd been the one tasked with the man's care each time you'd been here for the past two days. Not that you minded, of course. He really wasn't remotely as intimidating as everyone made him appear–which was why you were sneaking him pudding cups. 

Finally approaching room 227, you reached out and attempted to knock on the door while simultaneously trying not to spill any water from the cup in your hand. You heard Mr. Telford's distinct, thick Scottish accent greeting you in return as he called out from behind it. Struggling to grab onto the handle one-handed while holding the cup, you eventually managed to use your fingertips to push down hard enough to unlatch the door before nudging it the rest of the way with your foot. As it swung open into the room, you found Mr. Telford laying in his bed with the television quietly playing.

“Ya need some help there, lass?” he called over, one dark brow raising in amusement as he eyed you. “Seems ya got your hands full. Y’know, ya coulda left that useless jug o’ water behind.”

Laughing softly as you stepped into the room, you paused long enough to kick the door shut after yourself. Then you proceeded to make your way over to his bedside, holding out the large cup of ice water to him. 

“You know the deal, Mr. Telford,” you reminded him. 

He eyed you skeptically in return before unwillingly leaning forward and taking the cup from your hand. With a triumphant smile, you reached behind your clipboard and grabbed the pudding cup you'd been hiding before holding it up for him to see. His eyes lit up just before his hand darted out for it, but you abruptly pulled it away and shot him a stern look.

“Ah ah, not so fast. You need to drink at least eight ounces of that cup first,” you ordered, gesturing your head at the water you'd brought. “That was our deal. You're severely dehydrated, Mr. Telford. Don't think you want us to keep pushing fluids in an IV on you for your entire stay, do you?”

He scoffed dramatically as his hand fell back to his side on the bed. You already knew he hated being hooked up to the bag and needing to bring it with him everytime he took a piss. He'd spent your entire shift yesterday telling you all about it.

“C'mon, sweetheart,” he complained. “D'ya really need to deprive me of the one bit of happiness I got in here? Just gimme the pudding.” 

“You're being discharged in a few more days, Mr. Telford,” you replied, the firm expression remaining. “I don't think depriving you of an extra pudding cup is going to do much damage to your mental health.”

“Aye,” he muttered, reluctantly raising the straw to his lips. “Ya don't play fair.”

Mr. Telford reluctantly began to drink his water and your attention shifted to the main reason you were here. Beginning your routine checkup, you started with taking his temperature and his blood pressure. While you worked, you caught the way his eyes kept returning to the little dessert you'd stolen from the cafeteria on your way here. You’d set it on the bedside tray just out of his reach. 

After a few minutes of your usual routine, doling out some medication for the pain in his leg from the injury he'd sustained in his motorcycle accident, you focused back on the cup of water in his hands. He was frowning as he drank the liquid down through the straw, the sight causing your lips to twitch as you fought back a smile. But you were happy to see that he'd managed to guzzle down ten ounces while you'd been busy, making it worth your effort to have stolen him some extra sugar just to get him to drink his water. 

Sliding the straw out of his mouth, he looked expectantly up at you from his place on the bed. “Ya done torturing me now?” he asked. “Cause I feel like you're just tryin’ to make me piss myself, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the overdramatics. “God forbid you drink the liquid our bodies actually need to survive,” you teased.

Leaning over, you grabbed the bedside table with the pudding cup and spoon sitting atop it and wheeled it closer to his bed. He was quick to set the water down on it, grinning as he snatched the pudding cup before tearing off the lid. How anyone here was afraid to handle him as their patient out of fear was beyond you. 

“We've got shift change now,” you told him, picking up your clipboard from the nearby counter and hugging it to your chest. “So you'll be seeing Sarah again tonight. I'm off in a few minutes.”

Mr. Telford groaned, lowering his pudding cup to his lap as he swallowed down a spoonful of the dessert. “Oh c'mon, sweetheart. Ya really gonna just leave me with her like that?”

“Sarah isn't so bad,” you told him. “She's just–”

“Got a stick up her arse,” he finished.

Biting your lip, you shook your head as you tried not to laugh. Sarah certainly was incredibly anal about the rules and tended to walk around as if she did have a stick up her ass, but you couldn't technically stand here and openly agree with a rude comment directed at your co-worker.

“I was going to say serious,” you corrected. 

“Can't ya stay a bit longer?” he begged, the pudding cup temporarily forgotten in his lap. “You’re my favorite nurse. No one else has a sense of goddamn humor in this hospital. And I know I'm your favorite patient.”

He wasn’t wrong. In the few weeks you’d been working at this small hospital in Charming, he’d certainly been the most entertaining patient you’d had come in to stay. Even if he openly flirted with you and used vulgar language, you enjoyed your little chats with him. And the bribes to get him to stay hydrated.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Telford, it doesn't work like that,” you informed him. “My shift is ending and I need to get my daughter from the daycare downstairs and get home. I promised her a Disney princess night, and I can assure you that hell hath no fury like a four year old girl when you break a promise. But you'll see me again in the morning.”

Turning away from the bed, you made your way over to the door of his hospital room. The daycare on the main floor was closing in approximately ten minutes, meaning you'd need to pick up Emilia before then. You’d been running late a week ago because of some lab results you’d been waiting on for a patient, and the fear of them removing her from the program because you couldn’t regularly be on time always lingered at the forefront of your mind. It was far too convenient and budget-saving to have free childcare right at your own workplace, and you had zero intention of ruining that.

“Got a daughter, do ya?” Mr. Telford asked curiously, scooping another spoonful of pudding up from the cup. “Suppose that makes sense. ‘Course a pretty girl like you’d be taken.”

Stopping just in front of the door, your brows furrowed at his comment. You turned partially towards him again, head tilting curiously to the side. “Taken?” you questioned.

He slid the spoon out of his mouth before gesturing it across the room at you. “Aye. Imagine ya got a husband to go with that daughter of yours. Figures a pretty girl like you wouldn’t be single, sweetheart. No wonder you’re immune to my charms.”

A smile spread over your lips at his comment, a faint laugh slipping out of you in response. You shook your head as you turned around more fully to face him, both of your arms still hugging your clipboard to your chest.

“There’s no husband, Mr. Telford,” you told him. “Just me and my girl. Being a single mom is what keeps me immune to anyone’s charm.”

Across the room, he swallowed down another spoonful of chocolate pudding as a look of surprise washed over his features. “Single mother, eh?” he questioned. “Ya got a deadbeat father ya want me to kick the ass of for ya?”

The smile on your lips faded a little at the question before you shook your head again. “No,” you answered. “He’s just…not around. But I appreciate the offer, Mr. Telford.”

His hand not holding the pudding cup rose up from the bed as he waved it dismissively in the air at you. “Stop with the mister bullshit, sweetheart,” he replied. “Told ya to call me Chibs. That’s what everyone else calls me. That formal shit ain’t for me.”

Nodding at his request, you turned back around towards the hospital room door. You opened it only to be met with the sound of a rowdy group coming from around the corner of a nearby hallway. Probably visitors for Chibs considering the only people who made this much noise in the hospital, from your few weeks experience here, were the Sons.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Chibs,” you said, emphasizing the name as you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Sounds like you’ve got some visitors incoming. But make sure you drink that water while I'm gone. I’ll know if you don’t.”

“Aye, yes ma'am,” he called out behind you.

Grinning, you shut the door behind yourself as you stepped out into the hallway again. At the sound of a booming laugh and a hearty ‘shut the hell up, man,’ you glanced over your shoulder. You caught the back of one of the leather kuttes and a blonde head of hair walking backwards around the corner. You didn’t have time to give a second thought to the transport bed they’d hijacked before you turned, making your way down the opposite end of the hall and towards the locker rooms. You needed to change out of your scrubs quickly before picking up Emilia at the hospital daycare. 

Though as you made your way down the hallway, the loud group still behind you, you couldn't shake that odd feeling in the back of your mind at the sight of that kutte. You’d very briefly known a man who’d worn something like that–Emilia’s father.

Jax grinned as he turned the corner, laughing at Tig pushing a hungover Bobby along the corridor on a transport bed. They'd gotten a few dirty looks as they made their way around the hospital on their way to visit Chibs, but none of the staff ever had the balls to kick them out or tell them off. Usually they settled for sending them disapproving glares which never accomplished anything.

As his focus shifted in front of himself, looking for Chibs' room, his attention caught onto the back of a nurse in teal scrubs making her way down the hall. His laughter gradually subsided at the sight of her, his heart pounding a bit harder like it had done a few nights ago when he'd thought he'd seen you at the clubhouse party. 

But he knew it wasn't you. You were just on his mind again, that's all. 

Jax and the guys reached Chibs’ room and he let all thoughts of you fade away as he pushed the door open. His eyes immediately caught the half-finished pudding cup in Chibs’ hands as he stepped inside, making a face at his Sergeant at Arms. Jax gestured a hand at the pudding cup as he sauntered further into the room. 

“Enjoyin’ your dessert, brother?” he teased.

“Ya don't know the tortures I had to endure just to get it, Jackie boy,” he replied, grinning at the sight of the Sons making their usual dramatic appearance. “The pretty nurse bribes me to drink water for anythin’ good to eat in this place.”

“The horror,” Jax shot back sarcastically, crossing the room and hopping up onto a nearby counter. “Least you get something pretty to look at. I'm over here stuck with these jackasses all day.”

Jax jutted his chin across the room and Chibs’ gaze followed. Tig and Juice were attempting to find a way to push the hospital bed with Bobby on it into the room, but the two dumbasses couldn't seem to work together just to fit it through the door. Meanwhile, Bobby was groaning at the noise and looking worse for wear.

“Aye, true,” Chibs relented. “Still, I'd rather be outta this place.”

“Don't blame you, man,” Jax agreed, settling onto the counter more comfortably as he ignored the other guys still struggling at the door. “How's the leg doin’?”

Chibs glanced down at his leg, shifting it along the hospital bed. The corner of his lips twitched before he shrugged a shoulder.

“‘S'not so bad,” he answered. “Supposed to stay off the bike for a couple o’ weeks.” He looked back over at Jax, a grin on his face as he scooped up another spoonful of pudding. “Not gonna fuckin’ follow those orders, though. Should be fine in a few days.”

Jax nodded as he looked back over at the guys. Tig and Juice were arguing over how to turn the bed to fit it through the door now as a few nurses passed by in the hall. They openly scowled at the men before they hurried on further down the hallway. Jax huffed in amusement, shaking his head at the idiots. But then his mind shifted back to the nurse he'd seen walking down the hall a minute ago, the one who’d clearly just left this room. His jaw tightened as that odd feeling twisted at his insides.

Why the fuck were you on his mind so much this week? 

“Ya seem troubled, Jackie,” Chibs pointed out, his words muffled around his mouthful of pudding. 

Snapping out of his thoughts, he focused back on Chibs laying in his hospital bed. Jax's foot started to anxiously shake as he watched him set the empty cup of pudding onto the bedside table. He’d opened up to Opie about you the other night, but there was no way in hell he’d tell any of the other guys. He’d sound like the biggest, softest fucking bastard for thinking about some hookup from five years ago, continually thinking he kept seeing her places lately.

“I'm good, man,” he assured him. “It's nothin’ important. Nothin’ to do with the club.”

A slow grin gradually spread across Chibs' face at Jax’s quick dismissal. The corners of Jax’s lips curved downwards at the sight, already getting a feeling he wasn't going to like where this was going.

“Girl trouble, Jackie?” he teased. “That what got ya lookin’ like that? Shit, I really have missed a lot sittin’ ‘round in here the last few days.”

“I am not havin’ girl trouble,” he sharply countered, eyes narrowing. “Just got some personal bullshit on my mind, alright? Don't worry about it.”

“If ya say so,” Chibs replied, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Don't believe ya, though. Got that look about ya.”

“Don't have any look about me, Chibs,” he shot back. Eyes flying across the room, he felt his patience thinning as he watched Tig and Juice still bickering. “Would you two morons shut the fuck up already? Just help him outta the goddamn bed and into a chair. Christ.”

His sharp comment cut through the noise in the hospital room, causing both Tig and Juice to finally quiet as they looked over at him. From his place on the transport bed, Bobby chuckled.

“Someone's got their panties in a twist,” he teasingly muttered out.

“Can we paint my nails?”

Slipping past the automatic hospital doors, you stepped outside into the parking lot. Emilia’s small hand was wrapped around yours as you led her through the lot towards your car. The purple princess dress she’d picked out for the day gently swished around her small legs with each step. 

“Yes, we can paint your nails,” you assured her. “I did promise you a princess night.”

“With mac and cheese and mangoes?” she questioned, tilting her head to look up at you.

Laughing lightly as you paused in the parking lot, making sure no cars were coming before you crossed to the next row of cars, you nodded your head. Your daughter’s two favorite foods–mac and cheese and mangoes. You supposed there were weirder combinations she could have developed a taste for, though.

“Yes, bunny,” you replied. “With mac and cheese and mangoes.”

“Can I have the black, sparkly nail polish?” she asked, excitement creeping into her voice. “Please?”

“If that’s what you want,” you answered. “Then yes, we can do the black, sparkly polish tonight. And whatever Disney movie you want to watch before bed.”

As you continued guiding her down the row of cars, you caught sight of a handful of motorcycles parked a few spaces away from your own car. Emilia’s delighted squeal as she tugged on your hand told you that she’d spotted them at the same moment you did. The excited noise she’d emitted had caught the attention of an older, dark-haired woman who was currently talking to an older balding gentleman standing beside the few parked bikes, both of them now looking over at you and your daughter. Trying to ignore their sudden attention as you stopped beside your SUV, you began to unlock the car as your daughter’s wide eyes remained glued to the few black bikes.

“Mama, look!” Em shouted, releasing your hand to point over at the motorcycles. “Harleys!”

“Yes, bunny,” you agreed, opening the car door. Not wanting to draw the wrong attention because you assumed those bikes belonged to that local motorcycle club, you tried to shift her focus. “Let’s get in the car so we can head home and get started on dinner, yeah?”

Completely ignoring you, Em stepped around your leg and looked at the woman and the man still standing beside the bikes watching the pair of you. Her small head tilted to the side in curiosity, and you knew what was coming before she’d even opened her mouth. Desperately, you wished you could just scoop her in your arms and stick her in the car seat before she could address them. But being four, she was much too big for you to do that now, and it would have only resulted in a massive meltdown.

“Are those yours?” she called out.

Almost instantly you shot your daughter a firm look of warning–one she ignored. How many damn times had you talked to her about speaking to strangers? Yet it never seemed to stick with her. And as much as you didn’t mind treating a member of the club at your place of work, it was an entirely different matter for your daughter to be addressing those possibly affiliated with it. You didn’t know these people at all, you had no idea what they did or how dangerous they might be.

“Em,” you hissed quietly. “In the car.” 

“They’re my son and his friends’ bikes,” the older woman called over. “Why? You into motorcycles, sweetie?”

The surprising kindness in her voice caused you to glance back at the older woman, noticing the way she’d taken a few steps in your direction with her attention fixed on your daughter. The older man she had been talking to followed quietly behind her in the lot, sending you and your daughter a friendly smile that didn’t marginally ease your tension. 

“I love motorcycles,” your daughter answered, happily twirling her dress from side to side. 

She also loved attention. 

“Do you now?” the older woman asked, a curious look flashing in her eyes. “Don't often see girls your age interested in them.”

“Harleys are my favorite,” she told her. “I named my doggy Harley.”

The older woman’s brow gradually raised onto her forehead, a smile creeping onto her face. “Is that right?” she asked slowly. “Not everyday you meet a little girl dressed like a princess who can spot a Harley, either.”

Gradually, the woman’s eyes shifted from your daughter over to you, scanning your face closely. You reached a hand out, protectively resting it against Emilia’s shoulder before pulling her closer to your side. But Emilia was looking far too pleased with herself to have caught the tension radiating off of you, though the dark-haired woman noticed it.

“Haven’t seen you around Charming before,” she pointed out, twirling the pair of sunglasses in her hand. “You new here?”

“Yes,” you answered, uncertain what to make of the question. It seemed innocent enough. “Just moved here a month ago.”

“You work here?” she questioned next, tilting her head back towards the hospital. 

“Mama is a nurse,” Em piped up, smiling wide at the woman. “She helps people feel better.”

The woman hummed thoughtfully in response to your daughter’s words, eyeing you closely like she was sizing you up. The long pause made you uncomfortable, as if she was debating on whether you were a threat or not. That probing stare of hers had your hand tightening on Em’s shoulder until she finally took a step back, slipping the sunglasses onto her face.

“Welcome to Charming then, sweetheart,” she said before gesturing a hand at Emilia beside you. “If your daughter likes bikes that much, you should bring her to our auto shop. Teller-Morrow Automotive. I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind letting her look at their Harleys for a bit.”

The woman turned and began to make her way towards the hospital without another backwards glance in your direction. The man who’d been with her offered you both a quiet and friendly ‘have a nice day’ before he followed after her.

Emilia descended on you once the pair were across the lot, her mind finally processing what the woman had just suggested. She soon began jumping up and down with wide eyes, making it even more difficult for you to wrangle her into the backseat of your car and into her car seat. Because she’d heard that woman invite her to a garage to look at motorcycles–both things which just happened to be her odd areas of interest.

“Can we go, mama?” she asked, bouncing up and down in the car seat. “Please, please, please?”

She kept squirming and making it near impossible to buckle her into the seat as you silently cursed that woman for mentioning the auto shop. Your daughter loved when you needed to take the car in for an oil change because she always talked the poor mechanic’s ear off with her questions. Where her love of cars and motorcycles came from was an absolute mystery to you, but you were aware that the garage the woman had just mentioned was indeed related to that local MC. And you were not about to roll up to it with your four year old like it was some children’s museum.

“I don’t know, bunny,” you replied, finally getting her into the seat. “Let’s just get home for princess night, yeah? We’ve got sparkly black nail polish calling your name.”

And thankfully, that worked to distract her for now.

“Can I paint Harley’s nails?” she asked, kicking her legs back and forth in her seat as you finally began to buckle her in. “He might like yellow polish.”

Sighing, you shook your head at your daughter. You were grateful that this evening's events would take her mind off of motorcycles and that garage, at least.

“No, bunny,” you told her for the hundredth time. “You know we don’t paint the dog’s nails.”

She pouted back at you when you'd finally managed to buckle her into her car seat, but you were used to that technique of hers. You ignored the look and shut the door before stepping over to the driver’s side, climbing in and putting on your own seatbelt. As you started up your car, you glanced out of the window at the couple of motorcycles sitting parked nearby. Briefly, that kutte you’d seen earlier in the hospital hallway flashed through your mind just before the sound of his voice ran through it next. 

But then you quickly shook off the thought, focused on reversing the car and getting home. You had mac and cheese to make and mangoes to cut up for your daughter’s favorite meal. You highly doubted it was his motorcycle club anyway. The odds of that were incredibly slim to none.

[ygslvr]

Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out

Ony x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,015

Just me talkin: This a “lil short” sumsum i thought of while making my gojo ff and this is also the first ever thing imma put on this platform so treat this shit with love and be nice bc ian scared to cuss a ho out okiii byyeeee hugs and mfkn kisses

Warings: Language, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP and uhhh just alot of shit read with caution fuck 🧍🏽‍♀️

Summary: You And Ony go to his neighborhood to visit his grandma and him to hang around his fam just for a bitch to be all up on him and grind on him and he don't do nun bout it but thats okay you will

“Alright Ma we almost there,i need you need you to please be on your best behavior” He squeezes your thigh to emphasize his please

If youre being honest you hardly heard him bc you were too busy staring at how FINE and DIVINE your man looked i mean cmonnn now he had on his jewelry,chains and studs, look so good on his ass. And he was in a white tee with a black jacket and black sweatpants and made that shit look good asl. Ou the things you could do to him ouuuu the things the things mannnn you can just su-

“BAE”

You snap out of you lil trance you was in “huh, oh yeah yeah you know i got class i could neverrrr”

“Mhm” he rubs your thigh and pulls into the neighborhood

“You're the one i need to be telling that�� you say as you pull down the mirror to check out your hair and makeup before yall get there. Ony looks over at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Dont what me bitch yk i look good” You look over and start caressing yourself and moving your hair out the way so he can see your outfit

“Chill out with that bitch shit yk how i feel bout dat shit” He lowers his voice on the last part

“Mhm i know baby can get sensitivveee” you say in a baby voice making a concerned face while patting his shoulder

You arrive at his folks house and they is boominggg. I mean,lil kids running around in the front yard, old heads on the porch watching the kids and cars that pass by, a bouncy house for the kids, and you can just smell the good ass food from the driveway. Ony watch you get out the car and you both start walking to the house.

-Imma skip some bc while i was editing I noticed half of this was useless talking making my word count go up so I deleted it..🤭-

You're sat down by Ony’s Aunts and female cousins talking about any and everyone. You can see where he gets his chill demeanor from all of his fam is cool asfk. Ony is sitting next to you with his hand firmly on your thigh,chopping it up with his uncles cousins and friends. Somehow their convo gets to dice and they get up and go to shoot some. As ony is leaving he kisses you on the cheek and tells you he’ll be back and after that y'all could go then he kisses you on the lips and leaves.

“Oooo you got him hooked in lovee honey i never saw him this tranced” One of his aunts say as she pats your arm

You giggle and turn towards them “I dont get what you guys mean, does he seem that in love with me?”You smile

They all collectively say ‘Hell Yeah’

Everyone was vibin and you and his family just choppin it up talking about everything and anything. Ony and his people back there loud playing dice, dominos, and spades just cursing,slamming stuff , and loud. But it aint mind yall it was just a cozy time bonding with his family that's until as one if his aunts is talking she looks behind you and just trails off then the rest of his people turn around and looks and all collectively start to gape in that direction , so you decide to turn around and see what's happening. You turn back when you don't see anything but people, you give them a confused look and one of his Cousins explains “You see that girl with red highlights that just walked in and making her way to ony? Well that was one of ony coulda been girls they talked and prolly even hooked up we dont know but they was close as fuck people thought they were dating but ony hard denied it thats how close.” You turn around and look and by the time you do she alr made her way to the table they was at, you turn back “Not to be rude but they used to be close so why yall so shocked she here” you said smiling.

The worst that could happen is that they still talk just recently stopped talking or he crazy about her or sumn but nahhhh ony aint stupid he know you batshit crazy like yo mama

Another cousin of his continues “He aint tell you girl? That bitch is bat shit crazy but Ony being the nice boy he is never told the hoe about herself, like he should of but hey imma hold my ones with that.”

You give a confused look

“GIRL HE REALLY AINT TELL YOU?! Well miss thang be all up on facebook and instagram posting him claiming they still together using pictures from like 3 years ago even said they got a baby together the baby is one…. girl….like give it up”

One of his other cousins chime in “And ony being a lil bitch dont tell her shit telling us to ignore it and she gon shut up but nu uh that hoe is still going and ion think she gon sto- uh oh?” She stopped when she looked behind you and everyone eyes followed including yours just to see the girl all up ony in the seat right next to him. Like she had her leg over one of his and touching his arm they whole package and wtf was ony doing? Smilin and telling her chill … this nigga want you to be on first 48…

Like him having an old fling? Ok as long as they not still doing shit, especially behind yo back. The old fling came to his family function after he cut her off? She crossed a line not a thick one but its whatever don’t cross the thick line and you good. Being all up on my nigga and feeling on him like he yours and y’all engaged. Bitch you need to move immediately. THAT GOOD FOR NUN ASS NIGGA JUST SITTING THERE SMILING??? Ok bitch you think im stupid and ima a soft ass hoe playing on my fucking top.

You turn back, dig in your purse for your perfume spray sum on you and tell his family to excuse you and that you'd be back. As you get up you grab your drink in case that bitch try sum. You sip on it as you make your way to the table ony. As you're making your way to him you don't take your eyes off him and eventually he looks at you and the look in your eyes makes him have a confused expression. You dont know if this nigga confused on what you finna do or if he confused why you looking at him like that. And you dont know why his good for nun ass is confused, unless he acting dumb…. Ouuu you finna fuck this nigga UP

You make it over to his seat and kick that roach’s leg off your husband and ever so politely sit on his lap. You hear the girls in the back CACKLING , you don't mind that the Ony wanted you to behave oh so bad before yall pulled up giving you that bitch ass speech in the car just to come act like this. So you do what your man said and behave. And you look over to that fishy ass tramp next to him.

“ Hi, I’m Ony’s Girlfriend, Soon to be fiance . I SEE y'all are pretty close so i decided to come over to introduce myself”You smile big and hold out your hand to shake hers making sure to show off the big ass promise ring he got you that can practically be an engagement ring.

Bet he aint get yo cricket booty ass nun like that before huh bitch?

The bitch is looking at you like you took her granny cane, slapped her mama, and hexed her whole family line down to the newborns. “Uhhh…” You say as you look at your hand waiting for her to acknowledge it. After 2 more seconds you put it back in your lap not bothered by her, fixing yourself on Ony lap. The aura is still tight but his family try to loosen the vibe and start back their dice game. “Nu uh bitch you gon have to get the fuck up.” The whole backyard went dead. You look at the ho then start looking around because she couldn't possibly be talking to you. Nahhhh she was talking to someone else. She needed to be talking to someone else because this bitch was playing with water and electricity. Because you finna light her ass up, nah she wasn't talking to you impossible nahhhhh. Then she grips your arm and snatch you up, “ i dont know why yo ass looking around im talking to you get off my fucking husband”

This bitch don lost her fucking mind… NAH FUCK DAT SHE WASNT BORN WITH ONE OBVIOUSLY.“Listen here trick if yo sour pussy ass don't let go off me i know sum”

Ony soft bitch ass in the back talm bout sum “Chillout, sit yall ass down” He makin you mad the more his ass does sum. But you ain't even worried about that. You take one last sip of your drink and chuck it at that tramp. Beaucoup people jump up and others watch making noises. But nah fuck dat you finna handle this ho. You cock back and punch that bitch just throwing hits not even caring if you hit the ho or not, but you are TRUST. She start hitting back and yall end up on the ground, you ain't gon lie this bitch hitting hard so you make sure to hit harder. You just thowin the bitches hitting her in the titty and her face. Until you get pulled off and yall get broken up and Ony holding you, as one more rebellion you kick the bitch and spit on her. “ ALRIGHT CHILLOUT. STOP” Ony say as he start to carry yo ass out. You think you did too much til you hear his aunts and cousins hyping you up and tellin the rest of the fam to let that bitch stay on the ground. You don't get to hear it for long as ony throw you in the back seat and lock the car as he go back to get y'all shit.

You just sit there bc aint no point in running back and finishing that hoe you already don showed her ass a whole new world. It's over now so you just sit back and fix yourself. After a good 5 mins you finally hear Ony come back and hear him apologizing for your behavior over and over again. He gets in the car and looks at you through the rear view mirror. He sighs and starts the car and pulls off to take yall home.

It’s been a good 15 minutes of silence before you decide to speak up. “Yo punk ass had her all over you so don’t blame me.” You say looking in the mirror for his reaction. He looked up and started pulling the car over.

OKKKKK IMMA END IT HEREEEE BC IM TOO SCARED WHEN I WRITE SMUT ITS GON BE BAD BUT IMMA LET YALL IMAGINATION RUN WILD and if i get free time this week maybe a part twoo???

[sincerelyhunnybee]

brother’s best friend

cw: pussy eating <3

part 1 part 2

“shshshh” gojo hushes in response to your light moans as he kisses each thigh, gesturing your legs to hook over his shoulders. your little secret relationship had been going on for the last two months. sneaking in kisses in between the aisles at the library, holding hands under the table, and of course, scenarios like these in your dorm where he’s lapping his tongue like a meditative prayer between your legs. all in secret because god only knows what would happen if word got out that you two were a things. especially if it got to your brother’s ears.

running your fingers through his soft, snowy hair you let out airy, pathetic whines in pleasure, “f-fuck~” eyelids fluttering as you hope this feeling lasts forever…

the feeling is cut short by a knock at your door. startled, you jolt, pulling gojo up by his hair. “hello, y/n, you here?” fuck. shit. nononono. getou is standing outside, oblivious to the degenerate activities occurring behind the door. you and gojo stare wide-eyed at each other. another knock, “y/n?”

your instinct kicks in, “yea?! sorry just woke up from a nap.” you pretend to yawn, “what’s up?” gojo smirks at your blatant lie and proceeds to lower his head down to your heat again.

“um, did you forget we were supposed to get dinner with gojo? for some reason he’s not answering his phone so i’d thought get you first.”

before you could respond gojo starts sucking on that sweet spot again, “OH! i-it totally slipped m-my mind.” you shoot your head towards gojo, giving death glares into his crystal blue eyes. “you ok? you sound like you're out of breath?” your brother’s worry only agitates your anxiety but for some reason, the pleasure from gojo’s mouth is almost ethereal by the way it moves against your heat.

"i'm...i u-uh feel a bit under the weather." you state while faking a cough. "well you should've said something, i coulda brought medicine for you, if you open up i can-" you immediately cut him off with a "nope!" and at the same time you feel two of gojo's slender fingers slide into you. the silence behind the door is loud. you decide to break it, " 'just don't wanna get you sick too, it's p-pretty bad.."

getou sighs, "ok, guess i’ll check again and see if gojo is up for dinner still." you hear foots walk away from the door , and gojo believes it too as he continues eating you like a starved man. you hiss a whisper to him, "i'm so gonna kill you". he removes his mouth with a pop from you clit, "you sure you wanna do that before coming?" and already knowing the answer he dips down again.

a blaring ringtone comes from gojo's pocket and you immediately know it was the one he assigned to getou. getou booms from the other side of the door, never having left, "GOJO YOU SICK FUCK I KNOW YOURE IN THERE FUCKING MY SISTER!"

yea, you're gonna kill him.

[castlebyersafterdark]

He’s pretty much moaned about being single on tiktok and lives and stuff . But clearly not enough to settle just for anyone cause honestly he probably coulda been dating some random by now if he wanted to? it’s either harder then we think to find someone or there’s some other reason he hasn’t really had anyone while his sister has both gotten out of a long term relationship and into a whole new one in that span of time lol.

if the atl tea is right though and who hooked up was f and n, maybe that was a very safe way to explore not only their attraction to each other but their sexualities ofc .. hell maybe noah’s been lowkey waiting on finn this whole time, wishin and a hopin, planning and a prayin….

Awww love to this anon, such a well thought-out review! this is the kind of down to earth foah-adjacent chat I like. Sensitive Noah, well aware of all the possible dangers, experimenting a little but being clever about it too. you can see these vibes in the way he conducts what little he shows to us, and it's easy to see how the idea of foah aligns with these impressions. i think being a fan of foah makes it seem idealistic - sort of like being a fan of byler! - but i think its important to remember that whether we want it to happen or not has no bearing on whether it actually will. this goes both ways: people read into stuff that might not be there, but also they diminish the likelihood as wishful thinking when it could very much be the reality.

like you said vinny, we don't know either way. but the vibe i get is that yes, noah has been waiting for special connection and feels very self conscious beneath his cheery demeanour, and that yes, finn is a very special and formative part of his romantic life, whether that has been fully communicated to finn or not.

Very well said and agreed, and I very much agree with the sentiments all around!! We understand these boys enough to base potentials on, but there's enough mystery there to conjecture and not know and enjoy thinking about them - all quite reasonable thoughts.

I like the notion there at the end that we as fans can see - Finn being a special and formative part of his romantic life and the reality is the biggest mystery.

Lovely lovely ❤️🫶

[deke-rivers-1957]

Walter Bi-lick AKA Kid Galahot

Walter gets off the back of a truck and looks around for a business needing new employees. After a half hour he walks into a a lodge.

"Morning. Ah'm lookin for work."

Mr. Zimmerman sits up in his chair.

"Alright you can work with training my tiger in the ring for 5 bucks. Joey can use a good sparring partner."

Walter's eyes widen.

"Tiger? What if Ah get bit?!"

Mr. Zimmerman squints at Walter.

"Bit?"

"Yeah, you know, like - CHOMP! The tiger bites mah arm off."

Mr. Zimmerman has a fit of confusion.

"What the? Joey ain’t a literal tiger! What do ya think I mean?"

"Well, ya know you coulda meant a tiger like the wild animals. Ya know, big, has claws, eats raw meat, chases antelope."

"Yeah like we really got wild animals runnin loose everywhere."

"Ya never can tell 'cose animals do get out of zoos sometimes. And circuses they got them all the time, you know, elephants and tigers and all that kinda stuff."

Mr. Zimmerman groans as he face palms.

"Just get in the ring! Lew start stringing him up."

Lew gets in the ring and starts lacing up Walter's boxing gloves.

"Hey hey hey, Lew, let's stop a minute. Let's let Joey know. Ya know, tell Joey the name and Ah'm supposed to be the sparring partner."

Lew sighs as he turns to a guy at the other end of the ring with a punching bag.

"Hey Joey, ya got Walter here as your sparring partner."

Joey nods as he walks over to Walter. Walter's lips part slightly as he eyes up Joey.

"Alright boy, you're up."

Lew slaps on Walter's helmet and gets on the outside of the ring.

"When yer ready, Howie."

Mr. Zimmerman pulls out his stopwatch.

"And begin!"

Joey immediately punches Walter. Everyone watches in shock as Walter completely fails to block his face. No one can believe it and Lew is just facepalming.

"Hey Walter in case ya wanna block once in a while, it ain’t against the rules."

The fight continues and Joey continues to punch Walter in the face. A group of boxers mutter to each other.

"How’s he handlin all those blows? He should’ve been knocked out by now."

Eventually Joey starts to slow down. Suddenly, Walter punches Joey so hard that he falls against the ropes and then the floor unconscious. Mr. Zimmerman gets in the ring as everyone is in complete shock.

"Joey! Joey! Joey, please. We can't afford to get knocked out by this zombie. Joey! Joey, can't you hear me?"

Joey doesn't reply and Walter starts to feel bad. Lew comes up to him.

"Go on inside. Willy’ll get you yer money."

"Ok."

Walter goes back inside and heads to a changing room. Willy comes inside with the money.

"Here's yer 5 bucks. Ya know I’m thinking of signing you on to be my own fighter."

"Ya are?"

"Right hook like that ya can’t lose. Give it the night to think about it."

Willy leaves the room as Walter starts to change back into his uniform.

Time Skip

Walter sits outside with his back to the door near the other boxers but not officially sitting in their group. Joey comes outside and Walter turns to see him. There's an indescribable energy between the two. Walter can't help but stare at Joey. As much as he's nervous that Joey would lash out at him, there's another emotion bubbling up inside.

"Whew. What'd you hit me with? A bomb?"

The tension breaks as Walter giggles.

"Aw it weren't nothin. Jus worked out that way."

The other boxers call out for Joey to join them.

"C'mon Walter. Sing with us, c'mon."

Walter smiles at being invited to join the group. They all sing together until it starts to get late.

"Awright fellas Ah'm goin to bed."

"Ok. Night Walter."

Walter waves as he heads upstairs to his room. He starts to get undressed and goes to bed. As he starts to dream, he just can't can't get Joey out of his mind.

Time Skip

On the day Joey leaves for a flight to Boston, Willy's sister Rose arrives from the Bronx. In between practice bouts, Walter took up the task of fixing an old Model T. At some point in the day, he walks inside the lodge and sees Rose.

"Uh... hi."

"Hello."

"Um, mah name's Walter."

"I'm Rose Grogan."

Even though Walter has seen quite a few women in life, there's just something about Rose that catches his eye. In fact, the whole world around her seems to turn into a fuzzy glow.

"Do you work here?"

"Well yeah. Ah'm a boxer. Ah mean Ah'm a boxer but Ah really wanna be a mechanic. In fact, Ah'm workin on -"

Walter starts to babble until Mr. Zimmerman shouts from outside.

"Galahad! Hey Galahad get out here!"

Walter flinches.

"Who's Galahad?"

"Uh that's me. Ah gotta go."

"Oh. I guess I'll see you later then, Walter."

Walter walks backwards as he's still distracted by Rose's beauty.

"Yeah. Yeah."

He bumps into the support beam and giggles from embarrassment before walking out the door.

Time Skip

The months pass as Walter writes many letters to Joey while also getting close with Rose. Now that the Model T is fully painted, he can't wait to take her to the 4th of July picnic.

"Uh.. Rose?"

"Yes Walter?"

"Do you... Do you wanna ride in mah car to the picnic?"

She smiles at him.

"I'd like that."

He carefully helps her down from the carriage and leads her to his car.

"What did you say in your letter to Joey this time?"

Walter blushes as he drives.

"That Ah've been missing him. Ah mean Ah like the other guys an all but Joey helped me feel welcome here. He was like their leader ya know so Ah don't think Ah woulda ever been accepted if it weren't for 'em."

Since Walter was paying attention to the road, he never noticed Rose having a knowing smile on her face. Eventually, they make it to the picnic grounds. As expected, there's singing, dancing and food. While Walter and Rose did have fun at the picnic, they start to drift down their own path after a few hours.

"Ya see this? Mr. Prohosko's gonna be givin me this whole shop once he retires. Tha's why Ah gotta have the money from this fight aginst Sugar Boy."

"So no more fights?"

"No more fights. Won't be any need for it. Well..."

Walter starts to babble again and drops a bolt.

"Ah dropped the bolt, 'cuse me."

He kneels to try to find it as Rose helps him.

"What kind of bolt was it, Walter?"

"Quarter inch."

"How big was it?"

She knows this will get Walter to babble again. Which he does only there's a moment of chemistry between them. They can feel each other being drawn closer.

"Walter."

They kiss and it feels very natural. After about a minute they pull away.

"I think I'll be the only one to call you Kid Galahot."

Walter giggles despite the nagging feeling that he isn't telling the truth.

"Yeah. The only one."

Time Skip

It's a week before the Sugar Boy fight. Joey finally returns from Boston and Walter feels strangely elated to see him. The two continued to spar on two sides of the camp. Until one day, Lew noticed that Walter was feeling strangely hopped up.

"Hey Joey, straighten Walter out here."

Joey looks at Walter in surprise. He moves closer and grabs Walter by the shoulders.

"You gotta come with me Walter. Can’t be having Rose see ya like this."

"She won't like it?"

"No. Got a hungry look in your eyes."

"Ya mean like a tiger?"

"Yeah now come on. Gotta calm ya down."

Joey leads Walter to a quiet bedroom. Walter seems to instinctively sit down on the bed.

"How do ya feel, Walter?"

Walter giggles goofily.

"Like Ah could move a mountain."

Joey nods his head like he expected this.

"Certainly got a lotta testosterone in your system."

"Yeah? How do we fix that? Ya think it'd be a good idea to bring in Rose for a little, ya know, "talkin"?"

Joey walks over and sits down next to Walter on the bed.

"Nah. You gotta learn what a lotta boxers do to unwind."

"What do they do?"

"It’s an inside secret that we men help each other out."

Walter slowly gets closer.

"Ya mean like, help each other... uh, let off steam?"

"Yeah. Women would just get hurt if you go at it after a match."

"But ya think that'd help me out?"

"Better than being a race car stuck in neutral."

Walter tries to contemplate this idea. Somehow it's not that bad of an idea.

"Ya sure Rose ain't ever gonna know?"

"Rose knows the business. This isn’t anything new for her."

"So she'll be okay with it?"

Joey claps his shoulder.

"All that’d matter is that yer safe."

Walter looks up at Joey. Just like the first time they met his lips part slightly. Walter can only nod as Joey starts to chuckle.

"I’ve been seeing ya giving me that look since day one."

"Ya have?"

"Ever since you clocked me with that right hook of yours."

Walter blushes. Despite not fully understanding it, he seems to know exactly what Joey means.

"Ya figured it out that quick?"

"Seeing you look at Rose told me yer a terrible poker player."

"Ah guess that's true."

There's an awkward silence. Walter starts to feel calm but deep down he wants to go through with this.

"Well... can we get this over with?"

"Yeah. Might as well."

Joey gets on top of Walter. It's a good thing everyone else is outside or downstairs. Walter would've been completely embarrassed if anyone had heard the loudest bed creaking ever. Not that he ever would've known himself. He got so caught up in the sensations that he doesn't even realize the noises he's making.

"Wow. They oughta call ya Kid Galahot."

Walter's panting while he's lying on the bed feeling completely limp.

"Hmmm."

Walter can barely keep his eyes open as he's experiencing the afterglow.

"See why ya don't wanna be doing this with Rose?"

"Mhmm."

Joey chuckles.

"I'll let ya take a nap then."

He tries to get out of bed but Walter weakly grabs his hand.

"Stay."

Joey's heart melts. For a grown man Walter can really look like a little kid at times. So Joey lays back down next to him.

"Ok. But only for a little while."

Walter moves a little closer to Joey and immediately falls asleep. While no one else will ever know what really happened that day, everyone in that camp knows that Walter will always have that twinkle in his eye every time he sees Joey. They will always have something special.

AN: Shout out to the discord besties for requesting this. It really was an inside joke we shared that Walter and Joey's relationship seemed to be something more than a friendship. I just couldn't help it.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @thedaisymaisy, @karel-in-wonderland, @moonchild-daniella, and @xanatenshi.

[cheesycokeart]

Rambling about scrapped projects so I don't feel like the work went to waste

I've only really made like, 3 little games. Which admittedly, I should be trying to make myself Finish more projects just so I can get more experience and be able to reliably work on something larger. Inbetween, I get the spark to make a buncha different ideas that usually don't get very far for one reason or another. I know this is a bad habit, and I'm tryin' to work on it.

Otherwise though, gonna talk about a few projects where I wanna show off what little work I did put in before deciding I was better off killing it, including a "follow-up" to Grenade Volley.

This is just some not-even-prototype-level stuff with myself rambling about things I wanted to do. So be warned before hitting read more!

Drivin' Breach

So this was started in part based on my desire to create something utilizing the Grenade Volley world with a more "safe" gameplay style. I absolutely love old distance games, like Learn to Fly, Kitten Cannon, Shopping Cart Hero, etc etc but I realized it wasn't a super common style of game these days so wanted to take a crack at making one.

I had the basics of it going and I was pretty proud of what I had artistically and in terms of tone. Ambitiously, I even wanted a fully animated opening cutscene, but in hindsight that might've been a bit much to try and pull off.

To try and set it apart, I imagined that one main hook would be having a wide variety of "special items" that you could used to propel yourself further, each one controlling differently for players that wanted some variety, and maybe even implementing individual upgrade lines for said special items. I wanted to make the "Magic Tail" item a buttplug tail.

After a bit of time of working I just realized things weren't coming together how I would've liked them to. Physics weren't quite satisfactory, I couldn't figure out how to implement gliders, and I wasn't super confident about balancing it to stretch the game out but also make it feel rewarding. Those combined with waning passion for the project just kinda killed it off. I was pretty proud of the art and stuff I did for it, though, and what I had going so far.

I also ended up applying some of the code (where the world moves around the player, allowing for infinite movement) to Downhill to Infinity!

(Also that shop music you here is Closed on Sundays by Mana Junkie, a CC3.0 track I found online)

Earth Servant Ms. Usagi

I was super enthusiastic about this one for a while!! I was stoked about the idea of making a game using Ms. Usagi because she was one of my many characters made with games in mind from the get-go. I ended up settling on this weird mix of Megaman-style, fast platforming, and stylish melee combat. Notice, though, the animations are not finished at ALL.

I wanted to push fun and snappy combat, encouraging the player to bounce between enemies while using environment and speed to their advantage. Think like a hectic anime fight where the main character is running around boppin' every bad guy while darting between them. A style meter was also applied, rewarding chained attacks.

To go over the moveset: Attacking from a standstill performs an uppercut, attacking in the air performs an air kick. If you only tap the attack button for the air kick, it stops Usagi in mid-air and keeps her close to the enemy. If you hold it, however, it will both put her current speed into the kick AND launch the enemy according to said speed. Holding down while attacking in the air will slam to the ground. She also has a blaster move that's especially good for continuing combos. For defense, I added dashing maneuvers and a block/parry inspired by MGR.

I still think this kick feels fuckin sick to pull off.

Few problems came up. First one was just plain ol' being scared of level design, but that one I coulda bruteforced through. More importantly at one point I took a break and went back to it later only to realize that it Wasn't Fun. Movement felt way too slippery, I wasn't making the fast momentum-based movement blend well with the fast combo-based combat. If I wanna do anything like this again, I'd have to figure out a better way to blend this.

Either way, I know for certain I'd LOVE to make a Ms. Usagi game in the future, I think she could make for something very fun and poppy and stylish.

BONUS

During one of the beta versions of Godot 4, I had short-lived thoughts of wanting to make a wave-based FPS to play with its 3D features. I wanted the game to have a gross, crusty aesthetic. It never got far at all, but I made a "gore harvester" machine for it and I still really like that thing. It was fun to draw such ugly textures.

[thenixkat]

and you punched the metahuman victim because?

Batman's a bigot let's just say it

like, asshole you coulda punched Luthor instead of Luthor's victim Batman claims he only joined Luthor to figure out what Lex had been doing with Captain Marvel

Batman's group was plotting to double cross the villains

hmm maybe knocking Billy the fuck out while you explained to the room what Luthor did to him wasnt the best idea Bruce

especially teh part with you chasing with a gun while revealing everything that he knows is a lie

ah the dehumanization of prisoners who are only prisoners b/c a bunch of unsanctioned vigilantes kidnapped them for not bowing to their top vigilante

oh no how dare the people you kidnapped and put in a reeducation camp kill one of the guards keeping them locked up. The savages

meanwhile the regular people, the US president decides to drop nukes on the brawl at the Kansas gulag of course SUperman's the only hope. Also its nice to see someone acknowledging that Captain Marvel can match Superman

Wonder Woman attempts to kill Batman for talking shit. B/c we need someone to make the bad guy, and that's clearly what they've been trying to do with wonder woman here

just trying to murder someone who is there to help quell the revolution and keep teh prisoners in this illegal reeducation camp just cause they have an attitude is the best behavior from a superhero

Batman and Wonder Woman decide to stop fighting eachother and take on the planes carrying nuclear bombs. Granted i doubt either of them considered what the president might do is the heroes stop him from bombing them and their illegal prison camp

its probably not the best thing to say that all metas need to die for the sake of the world company that's bread and butter is selling stories about super people doing shit. But go off, which yer shitty shitty morals

The SPectre plans to punish who ever survives, the humans or the metas for the genocide that occurs either way, b/c teh Spetre is a shitty shitty superhero and an even more shit angel

and it picked up the narrator cause it cant tell teh future and needed help with teh judgment call cause the only two options the writers have decided to railroad shit into is either the metas get genocided or the metas take up humanity with infighting nevermind any other potential options

and the narrator chews teh Spectre the fuck out for simply being an all powerful observer and doing shit for dick to make shit better

so Superman decides to murder the UN for deciding to bomb his illegal prison camp and all of his friends who'd kidnapped people from all over teh world and were fighting all out to keep those prisoners from escaping that could have resulted in countless regular people casualties

teh narrator talks Superman down from murdering the UN

again with the people seeing superheroes as gods thing. I assure you that it'd be more normal for the average person to think of superpowers folks as just some asshole rather than a god

man i dont like this story

but also i love how solving problems along side the common folk doesnt involve like stopping being vigilantes and working through official channels. And it definitely wont mean doing shit that reduces crime in general

Batman rebuilds Wayne manor and turns it into a hospital to care for the people harmed by the radiation but he's still got multiple death robots just in every room watching people and he continuously patrols said hospital

why the fuck does Wonder Woman deserve to regain her crown when she tried to st

art a totalitarian regime?

fuck her and Superman and Wonder Woman hook up b/c they cant just leave a woman unattached

I dont care for the story. I didnt even find out the info I fucking read it for

I will say that its well painted and that painting a comic is an ordeal, too bad its wasted on this story

and Wonder Woman's fucking pregnant! Of course b/c that's the only way to heal and move forward hook up and have babies

of course other heroes breeding is a problem b/c they just spawn amoral wild animals but its ok for Wonder Woman and Superman to breed

they want Bruce to be a godparent to the baby. Bruce is shitty parent thank fuck its over

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Female OC *this part is Eddie & Wayne*

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 1,717

Chapter Summary: Wayne sits Eddie down to have "the talk" with Eddie after finding that Faith has spent the night.

Stranger Things Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist Series Masterlist

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It had been a week since Wayne walked in on Eddie in bed with Faith. It sounded worse in his head than it was. They'd only been sleeping, and both were clothed as far as he could tell. But Wayne knew that that didn't mean that nothing had happened. He knew they were good kids, smart kids. But he also knew what it was like to be young and in love in a new relationship. Though his nephew seemed to believe otherwise, he hadn't actually been born a 50 year old man.

He'd gone to the pharmacy before work a few days later and avoided eye contact with Sherri while he quietly asked for a box of condoms. The box sat in the passenger seat of his truck for three days. He'd toss his jacket over it and try not to think about the conversation he knew was coming. When he took Eddie in some ten years ago, he hadn't planned for this.

On Friday afternoon Eddie got home from work around 5. He seemed happy, which Wayne had expected. Friday nights had been family dinner nights for years and ever since Faith started to join them, it had been extra special. He knew that Eddie looked forward to their dinners all week.

Eddie kicked his shoes off next to the front door and took his usual seat on the couch. Wayne nodded at him from his recliner. "Anything good on?" Eddie asked, eyes on the TV in front of him.

"Just the news."

"Coulda just said no," Eddie laughed. He moved to stand up and Wayne cleared his throat. Eddie sat back against the cushion, almost nervous as he watched his uncle. "Everything good?"

Wayne sighed, set his beer on the coffee table, and turned the TV off. "Okay, look, I just wanna say that I don't want to do this anymore than you."

"Do what?" Eddie asked. "Did someone die? Is it grandma?"

"No," Wayne said, eyes closing as he shook his head. "Nobody died. Grandma's probably at bingo as we speak. But I'm gonna warn ya right now, boy, you're gonna hate this."

Eddie began to pick at a small tear on the knee of his jeans. His eyes were wide and almost terrified. Wayne shuffled in his seat, moving so that he could look at Eddie without straining his neck.

"Faith comin' over tonight?" He asked. Eddie silently nodded. "She staying' over again?" Eddie's face blanched at the question. By the time he and Faith had woken up last weekend, Wayne was snoring in the living room. They made sure to be extra quiet to not wake him. They'd been so careful…

"Shit, man, I'm sorry," Eddie stammered. "I shoulda asked if it was cool but I didn't think you'd mind and we just-" Wayne put his hand up. Eddie stopped his rambling in its tracks.

"I don't care if she wants to stay over here. But uh, well… Ah, fuck." Wayne ran one hand down his stubbled cheek as he searched for the right words. A lady at work had given him pointers for this but suddenly he was forgetting all of them.

He stood suddenly and walked to where his jacket hung on a hook near the door. He pulled the small blue box from the jacket pocket. That stupid caricature of a Trojan helmet stared at him as he walked back to his seat. He sighed deeply as he held the box out to his nephew.

"Wha- oh, Jesus, Wayne-" Eddie recoiled as if the box had burned his palm. His face that was ghostly pale a moment ago now looked about the same color as Toby Miller's winning tomato from last year's county fair. The box fell to the floor with an almost silent thud against the carpet.

"Oh, stop that. If you're grown enough to do those things, you're grown enough to be responsible about it."

Eddie dragged his hands down his cheeks. The corners of his eyes and lips pulled down harshly. A groan sounded from deep in his chest. "But we're not doing… that. Oh my god." His hands fell from his cheeks, slapping loudly as they landed on his knees. "I swear, man, we just slept. That's it."

Wayne nodded. His eyes that had been firm on the carpet at his feet traveled to his nephew. He looked almost as uncomfortable as Wayne felt. "You love 'er?" He asked suddenly.

Eddie curls flew around his head as he snapped up to look at his uncle. "What?"

"Do you love Faith?"

"Man, I don't know. Why you askin' me that?" His blush was now crawling down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. He pulled a lock of hair in front of his face, a nervous habit he'd picked up from his mother.

"You do know." Wayne answered flatly.

"Fine, oh my god," Eddie dropped his hair and Wayne saw that big, goofy smile on his face. "Yes, okay. I love her. Very much. Can this be over now?"

"No."

Eddie groaned again and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He rubbed his palms over his knees. He felt his body getting too warm beneath the thin t shirt he wore. Wayne was right. He was hating every single second of this.

"Okay, so you love her and she loves you too. Alls I'm asking is that if and when the time comes, you at least try to let your upstairs brain do a little bit of the thinking and use them."

"How do you know?" Eddie asked, his attention back on his uncle.

"Know what?"

"That she loves me."

Wayne sighed again. "I got eyes, don't I?" He asked rhetorically. "You gonna sit there and tell me you ain't seen the way that girl looks at you? Like you hung the moon. Girls got stars in her eyes every time she's here."

Eddie's smile softened as he listened. He looked down to where his hands sat in his lap. He turned over the large silver rings that sat on his two middle fingers. He thought of the cross ring that she'd taken off of his pointer finger at the prom and how it has lived on a chain around her neck ever since.

"Carrying you next to my heart every day," she'd told him.

"I got one more thing to say then I swear I'm done. Okay?" Wayne asked. Eddie nodded, goofy little grin still on his lips as he looked down to his hands. "I know you might not think so, or maybe you do. I don't know, but… sex is a big deal. It can change a relationship, for better or worse. I don't want either of you ending up hurt, so just… make sure you both really know what you're getting into. Okay, that's it. This conversation is done and we never have to do it again."

"Thank fucking Christ," Eddie sighed, letting out a breath so deep you'd think he'd been holding it his whole life. "I swear I was like two seconds from flinging myself into the goddamn quarry to get away from this."

Wayne chuckled to himself. "Always so damn dramatic."

"But like… just so you know… I really do care about her, ya know? I'm gonna make sure I do it right… when the time comes."

"I know ya will," Wayne nodded more to himself than to Eddie. "But apparently having awkward conversations is part of the whole parenthood deal."

"Lucky you," Eddie giggled.

The pair sat quiet for a moment. Eddie stared at the box of condoms on the floor like he was afraid they would attack. Wayne picked at a frayed thread on the arm of his recliner.

"When ya gonna tell 'er?" He asked.

"That my weirdo uncle thinks we're out here being whores together when he's not here?" Eddie asked, rhetorically and just a bit too loud. "I actually think I'm gonna keep that to myself, if you don't mind."

"That ya love 'er, idiot."

"Dunno," he answered with a shrug. "I'm kinda like… I guess I'm afraid that I'm gonna say it and she won't say it back."

"You spent how many years afraid to ask her out, and that turned out alright, didn't it?" Eddie silently shrugged again. "Just don't wait so long for this."

Eddie's lips tightened into a thin line as he considered his uncle's words. He had been right when he told him to take a chance on asking her out, so it stood to reason that he might be right about this, too. But he just couldn't shake that feeling. That fear that came from somewhere deep inside him.

"We should get started on dinner," Wayne said, sighing as he stood from his chair. "Faith's gonna be here soon and you know better than to keep a pretty lady waitin'. And do somethin' with those, would ya?" Wayne nodded pointedly at the blue box that still sat on the carpet.

Eddie stood from his spot on the couch and picked up the box from the floor. He walked past Wayne on his way to his bedroom to put them somewhere. Somewhere she wouldn't see them. He told her already that he did want to take that step someday, and he meant it. But he didn't want her to feel pressured if she opened a drawer and found them. He felt like he was hiding porn or drugs or something as he tucked the box into the back of his messy closet.

By the time Faith arrived an hour later the awkward air in the small home had dissipated. Eddie and Wayne were joking back and forth about Eddie's hopelessness in the kitchen when three soft knocks sounded from the door. Wayne didn't miss the way Eddie dropped the knife he was holding or the way his face lit up in a million watt smile as he made his way to the door.

He watched Eddie greet the sweet girl who loved him the way only a first love can. He knew that he'd raised a good boy. A sweet boy. As he pulled the chicken from the pan in front of him he couldn't help but to hope that their talk had gotten through to him.

[harpoonlover00]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more

I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore

Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin

Sorry we ain't close as we should've been

Sorry to my old friends

The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen

Sorry to the freaks I led on (nah, for real, I'm sorry)

Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on

But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong

Sorry to the guys I had to hide

Sorry to the girls I had to lie to

Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too

Anyway, I don't wanna talk

Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give

So you stalk, make up fibs

Just to talk 'bout my private life 'cause you weird (uh)

Met that girl this year (but), that's none ya biz

Give enough with my art, know your place

My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part

I'm sorry I don't wanna link (I don't wanna link)

And small talk over dinner, I don't even drink

Can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink

Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room

Don't assume niggas is cool

Stay in your pocket, this is pool

Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma

You ain't special, everybody got problems, uh

Sorry I'm not empathetic

Sorry you think I'm pathetic

Sorry I don't wanna bro down, sorry I don't know your pronouns

I don't mean no disrespect, but, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down

Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?

A bank account could never match my worth (that nigga gettin' money, he a dick now)

Sorry Mother Earth, pollutin' air with chemicals and dirt

These cars ain't gonna buy and drive theyselves

What the hell you think I work for?

Not to not explore and stay the same

Sorry to the fans who say I changed, 'cause I did

Sorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is

Sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)

But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma make it right

In the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned off

Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again

I can't save niggas, I'm not Superman, but I could try

I'm sorry I'm pretentious

Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn't missin'

Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence

It get you niggas trippin', man

Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook

You put me on a stage and I'll show you the difference

Let me see y'all hit a stage (no, y'all can't do it)

Let me see y'all write a page (y'all not gon' do it)

Let me see you make a decision I made

And claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8

Water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate

Gettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gates

Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past 18

Or escape the Figure 8 cycle

And I promise this is like a diet

I'ma make a way and I did, did

Feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate

But niggas claim you arrogant

When they can't relate to moments of feelin' great

So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em

Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em

Sorry, not sorry (buck 'em, buck 'em)

I got two words, fuck 'em

Okay, cool

And like that

We really mean it this time

I guarantee another era is upon us

So once again, we gone

[nofacebookreader]

House of Beating Wings(SPOILERS)

Book: House of Beating Wings by Olivia Wildenstein

Before Reading I started reading this but made it to page 90 before I got bored. I think the MMC is a crow shifter? Hopefully listening to it I’ll last longer.

Prologue: Ooooh, fun, forbidden magic, cute.

-Chapter 1: Ooooooh, we met the boyfriend. 

-Chapter 2: And another wanted her hand in marriage? Scandalous! 

-Chapter 5: Can’t lie, the vocabulary makes it a little difficult to understand what’s going on. The narrator has a slight accent but I don’t think that's it.

-Chapter 6: Oh boy, the lady that entertains at night has a nice gift from her crush the prince, soo juicy!

-Chapter 7: Awww, the man that likes her is a sweetie! Outside of that I have no idea if the plot is here yet.

-Chapter 8: Thinking about one man while kissing another is so … messy!

-Chapter 9: Free 5 metal crows? I think this was where I stopped reading last time.

-Chapter 10: “Kilometers away!” Yep, that’s why some of the language is odd to me.

-Chapter 11: I’m kinda rooting for Antony. He seems so sweet. Thinking of her for 3 years and then going slow when they have a moment.

Granny doesnt want her with a prince or a fisherman? Dama nana pick one

-Chapter 12: Ooooh granny was the reason why she couldn’t go to the ball and see the prince. Messy! 

-Chapter 13: The lady that entertains a t night suggesting she sell her maidenhood is…. A choice.

She’s stirring up a “cock fight” lol

-Chapter 14: And now we’re kissing Dante???? Guuuuurl you messy! LOL

So far it’s been 90% romance; 10% plot. It’s okay, it’s holding my attention. But she’s supposedly a water fae but doesn't have any powers besides once bonding with a small sea monster. I’d like to see more of that.

And I don’t think we’ve met the real love interest yet.

-Chapter 15: “I can hold your hand while you decide which man you like best.” lol

We just used the word “hook up” and kissing is  definitely not a hook up

-Chapter 17: What a weird break up with the fisherman.

Okay, now here comes the plot. Sheesh. Being attacked by men and relying on your cute sea serpent pet.

“Treasonous c*nt!” wow damn here comes the swearing lol

I;m starting to get bored with the romance. She’s talking about selling herself to pay for teh damage she’s done over the man that fought with her. I’m much more interested in that sea serpent pet thing she has.

-Chapter 19: This audio has 2 narrators, one female, one male. Haven’t heard the male’s part. I might try and make it till at least one of his chapters but I’m losing interest quicker now.

“Roll marbles in between his ribs” - what does that even mean?

Like seriously, her sea serpent pet is pink and male. Named min? Why are we so concerned with her love life still?

-Chapter 20: “Calm your t*ts woman!” this is a fantasy with a decent amount of modern language and it’s starting to get to me. 

I am roughly a quarter through this audio and it’s still 90% romance 10% plot.  Kinda solidifying my preference for fantasy with a subplot of romance.

-Chapter 21: Okay, now we’re moving a little bit. In search of 5 crow statues and we finally find one in her friends like bank fault lol

If she finds 5 crows she gets to be queen with Dante, all the future seers (her mother) say so so she’s excited now.

I love how her friend is like “oh yeah! Let’s totally get rid of this thing, i hate it!”

-Chapter 22: Okay, now she’s a changeling? Human shifter? Now I’m confused.

I dunno man, I think her friend that’s helping her out likes her. This coulda been a cute why choose with a prince, a fisherman, and whatever this friend is; a soldier?

Seriously there’s so much romance in this book it may as well have been pure smut at this point instead of cute little moments of kissing.

-Chapter 23: And now the crow comes to life, i’m guessing this is the real love interest if its male.

-Chapter 26: I’m kinda losing the events that happen in this book. Now we’re on a date with the prince that  was unplanned? But then they talk about her trial? If that is what they meant by “date” with the  prince? I’m getting whiplash on the two romantic interests we got. 

-Chapter 28: Her grandfather is a judge? Okay, kinda cool. 

I’m still barely interested in the story if I’m being honest. But at the time of listening to this, I’ve already dnf’d 3 audios before this one.

-Chapter 29: Now Dante shows up during her trial. Unsure if he’ll actually save her.

-Chapter 31: Like it’s cute the prince is defending her but I don’t actually want these two together lol

I liked her and Antony better but she dumped him. 

She wants Dante but… i dunno. 

I’m about 45% of the way through this audio and it’s not gripping me. I still haven’t heard the male narrator and nothing is really  holding my attention. The plot is still barely built and I have no interest in her romances.

-Chapter 32: Are we doing this in public or did I miss something? I think I missed something.

And now he’s rushing her??? Oh, we’re pleasing him first, greeaaaaat

-Chapter 33: Good lort one thrust and we’re balls deep? Damn dude it’s her first time. GO slow!

And she thinks of another man, Antony, and if he would’ve been different - sad

-Chapter 35: I’m DNFing, I don’t feel like anothing is really happening. Wild for me to say theres too much character dialog and not enough plot? I’m 45%-50% through the audio and we still barely know about her pink sea serpent. It’s been mostly about her romances and I’m really not interested in either of them. And we still haven’t heard the male narrator.

[tony-gunks-italian-pizzeria]

Chapter Seven: Investigation! And Hunger!

“Hey, thanks for the save back there, Officer.” Tony led the policeman through the dining area of the pizzeria, passed the counter and through the hall towards the kitchen, “I thought i was a gonner for sure.” The man remained silent, all the while checking for hidden rooms or any sign of dead bodies. The officer looked towards the walk in freezer and asked, “Mind if we take a look in there?” Tony replied with a smile, “Sure thing!” He walked towards the door and opened it. As they walked in the officer questioned, “So you make pizzas, what are the meat hooks for?” Tony looked at the row of empty meat hooks along the right side of the cold room, “Oh those nasty lookin things? Here when i got the place, i guess it was a different type of joint before i got ahold of it.” The officer nodded and said, “Okay one last place to check, mind if we check your office?” “Not a problem!” Tony laughed. They walked out of the freezer to see Todd standing in the kitchen. “Hey Tony.” Todd said, the officer asked, “Who's this?” Tony answered, “Oh thats my top employee, he's here to help me prepare for tomorrow, its two months since i started this place, heh. Now lets get that room checked out huh?” They looked and found nothing of interest.

At the door the officer turned to Tony, “Thank you for your time, maybe sometime ill stop in and try this place out.” Tony grinned, “Not a problem, sir! We'd love ta see ya around.” “You two have a good night. We'll give you a call about the crazy who attacked you tomorrow. See where to go from there.” “I think it was just a misunderstanding, still shook me up something awful though.” Tony smiled, “Have a good night.” Tony and Todd waved the police car off and went back inside the pizzeria.

Tony walked to his store phone and dialed a number Todd couldnt read, “Hey, can you have the ingredients in by morning? Yeah. Thanks alot.” He hung up and turned to Todd, “Thats what earlier was about, more people on your side is useful.” Todd asked, “So the people you turned took all the evidence out while we were gone?” “Aint it awfully convenient?” Tony laughed, “And that hunters gone for now too! Say, didja catch that guy?” “I did, i dont think ill get used to it though. Sorry for the police by the way, i didnt know what else to do.” Todd admitted. “Ya did good, kid. Plus yknow the pizza only tides us over so long.” Tony praised. Todd looked down, “i think im going to go home, i need proper sleep.” “Go crazy, kid. See ya tomorrow?” Tony smirked. “See ya tomorrow.” Todd nodded.

Tony decided to go on a regular walk that night. He figured he'd tempted fate enough for that day. Tony went downtown, he turned left from the shop door and down the sidewalk. The street lights loomed overhead and he had a thought, “Four months, huh? Been a while since you've felt the sun. These lamps are the only light that touches your skin anymore aside from the pizzeria.” He turned down an alley before the upcoming intersection. “We're almost ready. Just a little more money. I can't help that it bothers me, I used to love its warmth. Now i dont feel much of nothin. When ya do your cold.” A group of friends come out of a bar ahead of him. They walk by, laughing. One of them bumps his shoulder as they struggle to remain side by side on the narrow sidewalk. Tony looks back and contemplates eating them, “Wait a second,” He continues walking, “Eating them? Sure i coulda taken em all down but id jus drink their blood. Did i want to eat them? You couuld devour em whole, yknow? You dont know the full extent of your abilities yet. Eh? Maybe ill give it a shot next time i get some grub.” He moves on passed the bar and eventually stands in front of the local dollar store, its bright yellow lights shine down from the leds displaying the stores name. He looks down, “My stomach feels empty, like, now though.” He sighs and pats his stomach lightly, “i could grab somethin soon. I should stop in here though, get a soda or somethin. Tide me over till i find someone.” Tony walks up the steps to the double doors and pushes one open.

Tony stands in the cold drink area, the glass doors slightly frosted over, blocking his view. He's stood next to another man, who's also trying to figure out what he should get to drink. Tony wondered for moment, “Could i?” Tony glares from the side of his eye at the man. The clerk by the register sits watching the camera feed of the aisles throughout the store, he glances at the feed for the soda, juice and water. He spots a man standing, confused by the glass. The clerk looks down at his phone to answer a text, its from his coworker, fun. “Yeah, sure.” A disgusting crunch noise brings his attention up from it however, and he quickly surveys the different feed options on his monitor. Camera one, the chip section, nothing. He looks up and sees a man in a cape, “Weird, must be a late feed.” Camera two, toilet paper and paper towels, a woman in a suit selecting laundry detergent. Camera three, cold drink cases. Nothing, except two unfamiliar shapes on the ground, he cant make it out through the grain. The clerk gets up and heads passed the chips, candy and cleaning sections. He turns when he meets the frosted doors and looks to the ground hoping to find the things he saw. Ahead of him sat a pair of shoes. Put together as though taken off and placed neatly side by side. He got closer to pick them up and put them in the “lost” bin behind the counter when he saw something in each. Bright and dark pink and red, layered with what looked to be white bone protruding slightly from it. He looked at the entrance of the right shoe and saw what looked to be a hairy piece of an ankle.

The clerk turned, horrified, he headed quickly to the desk and register. He needed to get to the phone and tell somebody about this but more importantly, he wanted to get away. “This just happened a minute ago, i need to get help.” He makes it through and stands in front of the chair to the register. He takes his phone from his pocket and presses the power button. The screen remains dark. He presses it a few more times to no avail. “Damn, ill use the store phone.” He looks to the landline beside the register, under the table. He dials 911 when a customer speaks from the other side of the counter, “Hey there! I got these and could i bug ya for a pack of Marlboros?” The caped man from the chip aisle stood in front of him, he dropped a bag of Cheetos and Ginger Ale onto the counter. The clerk looked up from the phone and said, “Of course! Just one second though sir, i need to make a quick call.” The caped man smiled and said, “Sure thing!” The clerk looked down not trying to take his full attention away from the man as he clicked the call button and held the phone to his ear. He didnt feel the signature resistance of its looped cord on his hand and it through him off. He looked to the cord and one half dangled from beneath the number pad, and the other from his receiver. He looked to the man nervously and remembered why he needed to call, he quickly glanced over the camera feeds again to find that he was alone in the store. “There was a woman here before, right? Which aisle? Which aisle?” He scanned frantically and stopped at the cleaning supplies aisle. He noticed a jug on the floor next to two similarly shaped objects, surrounded by a dark puddle. He didnt have to wonder what those were. The caped man behind the counter laughed, “Can ya grab my cigs? And ya know, scan my stuff?” The clerk stammered, “Oh uh- yeah uh-” He lifted his shaky hand towards the Ginger Ale and wondered where this man had come from. Nobody on camera had been wearing a cape. Suddenly the caped man's arm flew up and he lunged at the clerk, grabbing his arm. The clerk panicked and fought to get away from his strong clutch but it felt impossible, he tugged and tugged. The clerk tried pushing with a leg on the counter to gain more control but once he did the man pulled. He pulled with such ease it seemed mechanical. With no effort he was being dragged by his hand over the counter, the clerk tried to punch the man with his other hand but it was caught by the caped mans free hand. He had a better hold now.  The clerk's heart sank as the mans mouth opened wide, his jaw almost appearing to drop by a half a foot. The man adjusted his grip on the clerks arms, grabbing him by the wrists. He tried flopping, he tried to roll away but the caped man just threw him back onto his back each time. He couldnt sit up. The caped man intensified his grip so much so it felt the clerks wrists would snap. And they eventually, through a little force, did. The caped man began working his way down his arms, breaking the bone beneath his skin with just his fingers, inch by inch. Just before he began sliding the clerks arms, little by little, into his jaw. The jaw sliding open more and more to adjust for the bigger size of the man's body. There the clerk lied, in a puddle of tears and mucus as he let out scream after scream, pleads after pleads for the caped man to stop. And eventually the man did, not before making it to the clerks shoulders on each arm. The caped man slid the clerk back onto his side, bleeding profusely from his stumps, barely conscious. The caped man's mouth hung at least a foot more than it shouldve, it zipped back closed after a moment and he spoke “Do you want to survive?” The clerk nodded weakly, yes. “I can make that happen, wanna hear?” He nodded yes again. The caped man smiled, “Names Tony, you're hired. I can't wait for ya to meet the staff.”

[kipowolfton]

putting a thing here because it's another one of my useless rants and I don't want it to clog up my thingey

I think my parents being boomers resulted in half my music taste being 70's music

like, what do you expect when my dad plays shit like Play That Funky Music on the stereo and smokes while making fishing lures with me in my early youth?

if I told you my favorite music artist used to be Neil Diamond and I've actually been to one of his concerts, with your previous knowledge of my freakass would you believe me?

who coulda guessed my music taste would evolve from Neil Diamond to Femtanyl in a few years of homeschooling

Sitting in a car? 70's music

Going to church? 70's music

sitting outside? 70's music

making lures? 70's music

drawing gay people? 70's music

Crying on the floor at 2 AM despite not even feeling sad or depressed in the slightest? 70's MUSIC.

it's just the stuff

and now I'm thinking of how my mom says how vulgar today's music is when she knows the lyrics and sings 70's songs that are clearly about sex, stripping, handjobs, weed, and adultery

I can't even be mad at how hypocritical it all is it's just kinda funny how easy it is to trick my mom

and how surprised both my parents are when I know the lyrics to songs they listened to long ago, like, Hooked On A Feeling, Saturday In The Park, Bohemian Rhapsody, Movin' out, Stuck In The Middle With You, Uptown Girl, Tears Of A Clown, and about 7 different Michael Jackson songs and can tell which songs are from which album better than my mom can

My music taste consists of 2023 dog water ahh noise and old shit

[castlebyersafterdark]

to me it seems like a lot of fans like to fanfic-ize Noah in that they like to paint him as some hot rich celeb so therefore he’s getting so much action and all that, but Noah has always been an average joe at the end of the day, and I don’t get a vibe from him that he has a ton of romantic experience especially being so famous and only out not that long ago. It can be very hard for very famous people to date, and given how much people have abused Noah’s friendship and trust and privacy and how awful the college kids have been to him when he first started class, finding someone to even just make out casually at a party with would be tricky because who might blow up your spot? who might embarrass you? break your trust? imagine he loses his V card who then runs to tattle every detail for some quick clout. he’s in a precarious position and even more so now after his cancellation. I really don’t think he’s out there hooking up, I have a feeling he’s been sort of careful and slow to the whole game, but I do think he wants to have a boyfriend and love and all that. He’s pretty much moaned about being single on tiktok and lives and stuff . But clearly not enough to settle just for anyone cause honestly he probably coulda been dating some random by now if he wanted to? it’s either harder then we think to find someone or there’s some other reason he hasn’t really had anyone while his sister has both gotten out of a long term relationship and into a whole new one in that span of time lol.

if the atl tea is right though and who hooked up was f and n, maybe that was a very safe way to explore not only their attraction to each other but their sexualities ofc .. hell maybe noah’s been lowkey waiting on finn this whole time, wishin and a hopin, planning and a prayin….

All valid viewpoints!! And I can see both sides of the opinion with him, It's all so hard to say. Because maybe I project a lot about him due to my attraction and my hope that he's having fun and being appreciated and all that - and maybe consider that painting him as this wistful, hesitant romantic holding back and waiting for someone and throwing in the Finn factor of it all is fanfic-izing him as well? For fairness sake? I think multiple viewpoints are both valid and conjecture!! It's all hints and brainstorming and analyzing. No one really knows.

I can equally see him as someone who has been able to do casual hookups on the down low, with luck that none of it has blown up or gone public, but he's not had a serious relationship - just as equally as seeing him as someone who due to his situation hasn't had much experience at all and may have been holding out and maybe even was holding out specifically for a certain someone we all know...

[buckgasms]

Ohhhh how about a werewolf Bucky smut for your 1.5 k 🥺 jeez that must be so hot. Living with him and his pack and him walking around shirtless nearly all the time till he picks you up and makes love to you while growling deep. Ugh he just looks like a hot, sexy wolf, no doubt about that

Elle said 🔥pussy eating + Werewolf Bucky 🐺 (Can’t stop thinking about since the aesthetic)

Even though the 1.5k celebration is over, I am a total whore for A/B/O stuff and wolfie smut so I can't just walk away from this request ok????? Cos here's what I like to imagine...

You are snuggled up on the couch, you have Bucky's shirt on, legs out and silly lacy underwear on. It's outrageous really, for a sweet little omega like yourself to be sitting in the pack's shared space so underdressed and sweet smelling. But lucky for you everyone is preoccupied with their own omegas and other things to do. They also wouldn't dare mess with the little omega who belonged to their alpha pack leader, even if you sat around looking like a treat...

You are just starting to feel needy and bored when your alpha bursts into the room. He's looking for his shirt and you watch as his chest rises and falls in desire as he sees you, wrapped up in the article he's looking for. "Need my shirt omega..." He growls but you can smell his desire as he approaches. You shake your head and giggle at him. He smiles as he reaches you, "I need to go out, sweet thing, can't go looking like this." You eyed up his hair covered chest and shook your head "Need you alpha... Don't leave me" and you pout as he kneels down in front of you, his hands skimming along your thighs, which immediately fall open at his actions.

He looks at you, slightly accusatory as he pulls your lace knickers off. "You been sitting here like this all morning angel? Where anyone coulda seen ya?" You hooked your legs over his shoulder and rub your feet down his back and you squeak when he pinches your soft thigh for an answer. "Hmmm yes alpha, but no one was here, and I'm all for you..." you whine and wiggle your pussy in front of his face as he growls at you.

"All mine" he mutters before diving in, sucking at your clit and licking long strokes between your folds. Your hands instantly grasp his hair and grind against his face. His fingers squeeze your soft body before he slips one into your pussy, pumping fast as your walls squeezed around him.

"Alpha" you squeal as he pulls away from your heat just before you can come and he grins at you, your slick clinging to his beard. His arms slip under your body and he lifts you easily off the couch. You squeak and quickly wrap your arms and legs around him. He carries you into the bedroom as you pepper kisses over his face and presenting your neck to his lips to kiss as the pressure builds in you.

Before he drops you on the bed, your feet push his sweat pants down and his cock springs free. He traps your body under his and he litters your face and chest with kisses and bites while your fingers grip his cock and line him up with your entrance.

"Good girl, taking it all for yourself huh?" He growls and thrusts forward, filling you up fully in one stroke. You are already on the edge so you can only cling to him and take his kisses as he fucks you. The room is filled with your little 'ahs' and whines that mix with his grunts and growls. "Mine, my little omega" he repeats as he raises himself and takes your thighs and pushes them up, making you tighter in the process and adjusting his angle. You scream when he rubs your clit and pounds harder, your walls fluttering around him as you come.

His knot sinks into your heat and you feel him fill you up, his teeth grazing your bond mark, making your eyes roll in pleasure. Your limbs go weak and fall back, luckily your alpha has you and wraps you in his arms.

"You're not going out now are you alpha?" You pout again, kissing his cheek and chin as he chuckles with a roll of his hips, which has you shivering in his arms. "No omega, think I better stay here and keep your company."

[anonymous-eggy]

Nicky with an Mc who crochets!

I couldn't stop thinking about this while I was working on my big blanket that im crocheting... so i hope yall enjoy! it's shorter than past headcanons, but it's smthn!

(remember to check my hc rules before requesting!)

(if requests are closed and you send a request anyway, I'll have to delete it)

he probably finds out when he sees you staring longingly at some crochet hooks or yarn.

maybe you're touching the yarn, and looking at it the way only someone who works yarn would look at it.

He'd ask you what was up and you'd sheepishly turn to him and explain that one of your favorite pastimes back where you came from was crocheting and that you'd admittedly began to miss it

cue Nicky's "spoil you and make you the happiest person ever" switch being flipped.

Nicky doesn't know anything about crocheting but by god you are gonna get an entire crochet kit even better than the one you had back home.

the only thing he isnt gonna mess with until he learns more about you and your crocheting is the yarn.

this man had tried to go shopping for yarn personally to surprise you and was flabbergasted at how many types there were.

so he ended up grabbing some yarn that was soft and would make a good blanket just to be safe.

once he learns what types of yarn you tend to go for and what colors, you can bet you're gonna have more than a lifetime supply of yarn.

he is so impressed with how you're able to weave the yarn together with such ease and create something so beautiful out of a few balls of yarn.

need a new pattern to try out? he will search for a book for you or find someone who can help you with that.

he probably knows a guy who knows another guy who knows who can help

im just gonna say this now. crochet him something. crochet him a scarf and he will wear it all winter long. crochet him a blanket and he will insist on using it to cuddle on the couch

or if you make a cool tapestry out of granny squares. it's gettin hung up somewhere, he'll find a place for it

he was never one for anything but the classic fancy suits, plain scarfs, classic fancy house decor… but smthn about the things you create makes him lose interest in his usual taste.

plain scarves are replaced with the softest crocheted scarf that has beautiful designs. the couch now has a colorful blanket draped over the back. a once bare wall now has a beautiful tapestry.

"my love, you truly bring color and warmth into my life. color and warmth i never coulda imagined having"

i bet he'd show it off too. you know those tiktoks where its a bunch of men looking at what one of the mens partner packed him for lunch? thats Nicky with Chris and his other closer friends.

oh yeah now Chris wants a cool scarf too. and a blanket. no pressure though. but he's certainly willing to pay.

just imagine a nice cozy night by the fireplace, you leaning back against him, crocheting a cozy blanket while he reads a book.

Eventually when he's tired and/or done reading, he'd wrap his arms around your waist, taking care not to mess you up, and rest his head on your shoulder. He'd press a tender kiss to your neck, and make a comment about how gorgeous you look when you're so focused.

after you two have been married for a while, i could see that becoming almost a nightly ritual for you guys. just enjoying each others presence and being comfortable and in love <3333

if you're anything like me and kinda use it as a form of meditation or a way to sit still, it certainly will become a nightly ritual.

if he catches you crocheting too much and making your hands all sore, he's gonna make you set that hook down so he can massage them and take care of your precious hands (and get attention and affection from you, but he wont admit that unless you call him out first)

this is all i could think of for now! hopefully I'll get the motivation to start working on hc requests soon!