#scared the piss outta me when i went up to have a smoke

[trashabilly]

lucifur is waiting

[starkeyisthelastname]

you got me obsessed with trailer park rafe now ugh i can imagine any time he gets into it with her dad over rent he’d take it out on her later by having her pinned to his dingy couch with a hand on her neck and her tits spilling out of her little dress from his brutal thrusts 😩

thank you angel! im obsessed with him too 😩💦

Your father had added on a late fee to Rafe’s rent, meaning he had to come up with an extra $50, when he just spent the last of his money on a case of beer and a pack of cigarettes. He was pissed to say the least, certainly not in any mood for company. Which is why when he heard a few delicate knocks to the torn screen door, he snorted as he saw your sugary self standing there. You really were a man’s dream, so beautiful and too damn innocent for this world. Not knowing the struggles a man like him had to deal with. He grumbled, his massive frame striding over to the door as clearly you weren’t leaving.

It creaked open, his blue eyes peering down at you with a stoic expression and cigarette hanging out of his mouth. You didn’t know your favorite person was in a bad mood due to your father’s actions. In fact he had just given you some money to go to the town’s carnival tomorrow and to take one of your little friends. He just didn’t know you were going to ask the older man that he had thrown a late fee on for being past due on rent.

“Get outta here, kay babydoll. Not in a good mood.” Rafe’s voice mean, despite using your favorite pet name he called you.

Your glossy lips frowned, playing with the hem of your little summer dress, unknowingly letting your bouncy tits sway as you rocked back and forth. “B-but, my daddy gave me some money to go to the carnival tomorrow and i.. wanted you to go with me.” You said, long lashes fluttering at him.

The blue eyes that had been staring at your tits, went back to your face as you said your daddy gave you money. The same daddy he had cussed out for being a cheap bastard earlier in the day for charging a late fee all of a sudden. He took a long drag of his cigarette, his height imposing and darkened irises nearly staring into your soul. “Why you tell me that for, sugar?” He finally spoke, blowing the smoke towards you. “Cause you know your old man pissed me off.” He laughed, tapping the side of your forehead, to get your dumb little brain to understand what was about to happen.

He’d have you pinned on the torn and tattered couch, his massive palm wrapped around your throat. He could easily snap your neck if he wanted to, but enjoyed the sounds of your pretty cries too much as he brutally pounded into you. “Told you I’m a bad man, little slut. Don’t you ever come round’ here and tell me that shit again.” He spat, voice gruff and breathless as he rammed you.

You squeaked, soft hands coming out to grab anything as he fucked you into the couch. Your poor little self should have been scared, but you still put all your trust in him and were too far attached to him to ever think he was a bad mean man. You thought you were doing something nice, inviting him to the carnival but now you just wanted to show him that you could be good. Oh you were so far gone, letting him use you exactly like he said he was. Like his little fuckdoll.

“Shhh, babydoll. I know..” Rafe murmured, watching your eyes start to roll back and gorgeous tits bounce as he laid into you. “Gettin’ your cunt ruined by a big cock, huh?” He laughed, assumed that you to him so well. His hand that was around your neck, came up to roughly cup your jaw, making your eyes snap open. You could feel that funny feeling come over you, this time a new pressure hitting.

“You should have just stayed away. But you just couldn’t help your lil’ self could ya? Now your fuckin sweet baby self is stuck with me.” He breathed out, watching your pretty face come undone as you began squirting and soaking the torn couch underneath you.

[roadkillremi]

Eddie Munson x Ghostface!Fem Reader

*I CANNOT FIND THE ARTIST FOR THIS PICTURE IF YOU KNOW WHO IT IS LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CREDIT THEM PLEASE!!*

MasterList

Warnings : MINOR DNI, Mentions Killing, Language, Smoking, Smut, P in V, Knife kink, threats,mentions selling weed, Mentions Violence (if I missed any please let me know)

I do NOT support killing!

1985

Hawkins, Indiana

Eddie lazily sopped his beer while watching the news. He was waiting on a call from his girlfriend, she said around 6 pm. It's 9:37 pm now and no one had called.

"Nearly the whole Hawkins Basketball team was murdered the other night-" The news report said impressed almost. Eddie bounced his leg in worry of his girl. She didn't fit the criteria of the current murders but he couldn't risk it. Ringing echoed through the house interrupting his thoughts. He quickly got up answering the phone, "Y/N?!".

A low chuckle came through, "No, but who might this be?". Eddie froze, it was the voice everyone talked about. The taunting calls, "listen asshat I don't have the patience-"

"You listen, you fucking bitch! I'll kill your pretty little girlfriend if you don't shut the fuck up and listen!" Eddie's silence caused the killer to laugh.

"Now, that's play a game..Edward." Eddie looked around the trailer glancing down the hall.

"Fine"

"That's a good boy. The games called 'Am I in your trailer or not' " the voice laughed.

"Listen, I don't know what you want, man. But leave me and Y/N out of this and take your games somewhere else."

"Is that your final answer? Cause if you're wrong I'll cut her throat!"

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!!" Eddie screamed into the phone. They just chuckled, "wanna hear the poor thing?". It went silent before sniffling cries were in the phone.

"Sweetie? Listen imma get you outta this. Don't worry"

"Eddie.. I'm scared.." she whined.

"I know I know. I am too, but I love you okay?" He tried to talk sweetly.

"That's enough sweet talk, pretty boy." The voice was back. Eddie tightened his fist, "Now am I in the Trailer?" The voice repeated.

"No. I think I'd notice if you were holding my girlfriend hostage in my trailer."

The voice laughed louder, "Wrong answer, Munson!". They hung up, Eddie ran into the kitchen looking for knives. All of them were gone, "looking for these?".

The killer was in Eddie Munson's living room, holding a bunch of knives with their head tilted. Eddie eyed the killer, "hiding behind a cheap Halloween mask is for cowards". They just laughed, Eddie slowly stepped forward. They pulled out a pistol aimed at him.

"no no no. I need you to listen, Mr.Munson."

Eddie could hear their smile in their voice. He stood still waiting, they walked towards him with the gun aimed. They walked on top of the coffee table.

They slowly took off the mask with their free hand. "Hey, Pretty Boy.", Eddie went wide-eyed in shock.

"Y-Y/N?" He asked softly. You nodded tossing the gun onto the couch. You stepped off the coffee table putting the knives down. All except the biggest one, "Baby don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You.. killed people.." he stepped back from you.

"You hated them. They treated you like shit! Treated.. us like shit.. Ever since that party when you had to sell weed, you never forgave yourself. For Jason's mistakes, I was pissed! He.. he hurt me, Eds.."

"I know, baby. But you'll get arrested.."

"no I'm not.. I framed someone else.. some jealous cheerleader that dated them all." It was silent. Your grip on the knife was tight, Eddie just looked at you.

"I had to. For you.. you said you wanted him dead. And I needed you to be innocent!" You grabbed his face softly. He looked into your eyes, "Are you mad?".

He shook his head no, "I needed to do it.." you continued. Eddie interrupted you with a kiss, pressuring his lips to yours. Eddie gave a small smile, "I was gonna kill him sooner or later.". You smiled at him kissing his cheek. You took the costume off leaving you in black jeans and a Joan Jett Tee. Eddie grabbed your hips pulling you closer.

"Once he.. touched you-" he got all choked up on words. You cupped his cheek with your free hand. He leaned into it, "I don't want him to hurt again.". His demeanor turned dark, you nodded "he won't."

"You shouldn't have scared me like that" Eddie raised his eyebrow. You smiled, " I thought it was hot, Eds.". You playfully put the knife on his jaw. He looked at you, eyes filled with lust. Eddie took your hand leading you to his room. He sat down on his unmade bed pulling your hips close. You sat on his lap wrapping your arms around him. The knife lazily on his back.

"tell me how it went with Jason."

You smiled, "it was amazing, Eddie." He grabbed your hips and started kissing your neck as you explained.

"he was so weak. He cried like a little girl begging for help". Eddie groaned softly biting into your neck. You tilted his chin up to look at you, "I cut his dick off.". He smiled softly kissing you before going back to devouring your neck. You whimpered at the feeling, "I tied him up, beated him up until his teeth fell out. I tortured him and I loved it.". You place your right hand in his untamed hair. He looked at you smiling, playfully pushing you off his lap onto the bed.

"Eddie what are you doing?" You giggled a bit seeing the glint of mischievousness in his eye. He took off his shirt revealing his tattooed torso.

"Mark me" he smiled devilishly at you. You tilted your head a bit confused. He leaned in close, you could smell the cigarette smoke and musk of him. His hair gently tickling your face.

"I want you to mark me Ms.Ghostface" he glanced down at the knife. You looked at him, "Safe word?-".

"Ozzy", you rolled your eyes at the reference. You gripped the knife scooting closer to the edge of the bed. He stood still watching you closely. You unbuttoned his jeans seeing him all heated. You smirked pulling them past his thighs. You gently pushed his boxers down revealing the left of his hip. Dark curls of a happy trail and a slight v line distracting you. Eddie chuckled petting your head softly. You gently pressed the knife into his hip marking him with your initial. He bit his lip watching you. The blood slowly creeping out from the fresh cut lines. Gently licking it while looking up at him.

"Fuck.." he groaned watching you. He stood you up gently taking the knife.

"May I?" He cupped your cheek as he asked. You nodded, he got on his knees taking your jeans off. He slid his hand over your heat. You gasped, "Awh, all worked up baby?" He teased. He slid your underwear off throwing them on his nightstand.

"For later." He winked, you playfully pushed him.

"Pervert!"

"Whoa! You marked me first" he smiled. You rolled your eyes, "Nuh-uh, I don't fuck bad little girls.". Eddie stood back up.

"I'm not a little girl, Eds!"

"I'm sorry, I don't fuck bitchy whores" he smirked standing up grabbing his jeans. You grabbed his arm, "No no no! Wait, I'll be nice!". He smiled kissing you deeply, "Good girl". You whimpered at the nickname, he went back on his knees. He rubbed your right hip with his thumb. He placed the cold metal on there carving an E into you. You hissed softly, he shot his head up.

"Is this okay? I can get the first aid kit."

"Yes it's okay, Baby!" You smiled at his concern. He nodded looking back at your hip. He licked the blood copying you.

"Mm, always so sweet for me." He looked up at you gripping your hips. He stood back up tossing the knife somewhere in his room.

"take your shirt off." He demanded. You nodded, he grabbed your chin.

"use your words."

"Yes, Sir."

He smiled at your words, you took your shirt off tossing it by your jeans.

"now your bra."

"Yes, Sir" you repeated. You reached around revealing your breasts to him. He licks his lips, "lay down and let me use you.".

You laid down placing your head on his many pillows. He smiled, "want me to use you like a sex toy?".

"Yes, please.."

"Want me to fuck all that angry out? Been so busy for me.. Doing all that work must been tiring." You nodded.

He climbed onto the bed hovering over you. He stroke himself in one hand, balancing himself in the other.

"Fuck you till your all fucked out, huh?" He kissed you before leaving a trail down your neck. His fingers gently traced over your folds. You let out a soft moan, "S-stop teasing". Eddie gave a stern look, "Are you trying to boss me around, sweetheart?". You bit your bottom lip, he moved his fingers away. You whined and reached for his hand. He grabbed your wrist pinning it to the your side.

"You may be all big and bad but in the bed I'm in charge." He whispered before kissing your neck. You nodded, Eddie sighed getting up.

"Yes, Sir! I'm sorry I'll use my words" you whined. He smiled crawling back on top of you. He kissed your lips before going back to your neck. He gently inserted his fingers in, the cold of his metal touching your core with every thrust. Eddie left bites and hickeys along our neck and chest. You whined bucking your hips up against his fingers.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll fuck you soon." He took his fingers out pulling out his member coating his cock with your juices. He lined himself up gently pushing himself in. He watched as your face contorted with pleasure. He let out a sloppy smile and started thrusting at a steady pace. You wrapped your legs around his hips.

He grasped your thighs pushing himself against your opening. You tried to speak between moans.

"F-faster... please"

Eddie smiled gripping your hips tighter speeding up his pace. He breathed heavily leaned forward giving you a kiss. You moaned into his mouth as a thank you.

"So tight for me, sweet heart." He mumbled in betwee n thrusts. He grabbed your legs putting them over his shoulders.

Your back arched at the feeling of him hitting your spongy walls over and over again. He grunted, "Baby, I'm close..".

"Me too.." you moaned out gripping the sheets tightly. Eddie groaned trying to keep himself together, "Come for me, sweetheart.". You let the coil in your stomach release. A wave of pleasure taking over.

"Atta girl" he smiled speeding up. You wiggled a bit due to the overstimulation. Eddie pulled out releasing himself on your stomach. He wiped his seed on his finger popping it in your mouth.

"You know what to do."

You sucked his finger tasting him, the salty sweet mixture. He smiled, "Good girl, I'm going to clean you up now.". He left leaving you naked on his bed. He came back with his hair in a loose bun and a wet rag. He wiped you stomach clean tossing the rag somewhere. He lit a cigarette before laying down beside you. He pulled the blanket over your body and kissed your head.

"Eddie, The mask and costume are in the living room." You looked up at him. He blew out the smoke from his cigarette.

"Go to bed, baby. I'll take care of it for you."

[necros-writing-stuff]

Saw that abo you did where leighton is made to watch Eden wreck PC 👀 good stuff, good stuff. Going along with the thought that lil bitch leighton went to school with Eden and Bailey, and they bullied the shit outta him, perhaps could we get:

Eden and Bailey being told by the PC they share, crying their little eyes out, about leighton forcing all of the students to let him take nudes of them. That after they ran from the class room, he forced them to detention and spanked them.

Protective/possessive behavior is so fucking hot and those two ooze it (when bailey fucking wants to the twa-)

This is straight up me writing Leighton getting beat so Leighton hate gang come get y'all juice I guess

The school is quiet as Leighton steps out back to his car, students eager to disappear for the weekend. The end of term was approaching, leaving the man with stacks of paperwork that were rather stressful. Tedious, easy, but stressful.

What he least expects is seeing Bailey and Eden stood waiting for him - they both look as rugged as they always have. Bailey with his leaner muscles and tattoos, cigarette smoke rising as he takes a drag. Eden in his old, patched clothes, larger frame permanently adorned with a frown. It brings back uncomfortable memories of the two tormenting him in this very school.

"What do you two want?" Leighton pauses, clutching his work bag a little tight. Eden lives out in the woods like some feral animal now, why was he in town? Bailey could be here for an orphan, but the other? Strange.

The caretaker drops his cigarette, using the tip of his shoe to crush the bud. "You've been pushing you weight where we don't want it, Toad. Need a word."

Leighton flinches hearing the old nickname. Toad. Because he'd been so scared of getting beaten by these two he'd sweat when they were around, looking 'slimy'. But he was an adult now. So he stood composed, smoothing his expensive suit down and nodding.

"Very well. Please, my office," he keeps his voice calm and level. What could it be? As far as he's aware, everything has been business as usual? Eden glaring at the back of his head sure isn't helping. Dear God, are those more scars? What a brute.

Stepping into his office, he keeps the door open for the men to step through. Politeness, poise. Civility. This doesn't have to be like it used to be, Leighton ending up limping home, abdomen covered in bruises from their fists.

The door closes and Leighton's heart spikes because one of them grabs him from behind. It's Bailey, roughly pinning his arms and pulling on his neatly styled hair. Before he can yell out, Eden pulls back his fist, aiming straight for his gut and making him double over, air knocked form his lungs - and he's manhandled into his seat.

Struggle as hard as he wants, Leighton can't break free of their grips, can't stop regressing in his head to the scared little boy he used to be. Even as his arms are bound. He's sweating again, isn't he?

"Password," Bailey demands, crouching down so he can look up into panicked green eyes.

Leighton stutters it out, shame filling him at how easy he gave in. He was past this, he was an adult, a successful adult, and these two were still just horrible bullies that were here to ruin and torment him. It's not fair, it's not!

The tapping of a keyboard is interrupted with the crack of his jaw being hit with a large fist. Eden, again. The man hadn't said anything, and to be honest he hoped he stayed quiet. When the man did speak, it was mostly to deal threats that he had rarely lied about.

"Where do you keep your little photography collection? And you best give us all of them, or we'll strip you and tie you to the gate like we used to. Pretty sure I saw that Whitney kid smoking out there just now, think they'd like to have some fun time with dear old teacher?" Bailey's words make his blood freeze in his veins. Anything but that. Anything but letting Whitney have a way to abuse him

"... File called 'decorative ideas'," Leighton wheezes out, still trying to get his breath back from the punch. No one gave a shit about the decor of the school, no one would bother to check the real contents.

Bailey hums, clicking around until the file appears. As the computer whirrs, images of students in debauched positions, lewd poses and sometimes tearful faces load in. Eden swears when one set in particular loads.

"They weren't lying," the gruff man seethes, fists clenching in a way that makes Leighton nauseous. It was just that pretty one, the one with the good grades. The prudish one he'd had to blackmail to get those racy photos of them covered in suds washing his car.

The ones of you bent over his lap, ass red-raw were the best. You shouldn't have called him a dirty old pervert, should have just bent over and let him get a nice shot of your hole while you cleaned.

Bailey starts deleting the images, tutting as he clicks and drags. "You see, Toad, this one here is ours," he pauses on an image of you covering your naked body with your hands, refusing to look in the camera. Leighton wants to vomit. He knew you were an orphan, but so had plenty of the others. What would make you different? Unless-

Another punch, this time from the tattooed man, and there's no break in between as both men begin pummeling into his bound, helpless body. Pain blooms in his ribs, jaw, browbone - and there's a kidney shot in there, if he's not mistaken.

He hacks up a ball of spit, a little blood within the mix, attempting to suck in air. He can't breath, can't defend himself, can only take the onslaught. Can only start to numb as he remembers being used like this as a child. As their personal punching bag.

Bitterness wells up in his chest. He had thought he had changed in his maturity. Turns out he was wrong.

"Are those the only ones?" Eden grasps him by the hair, pulling his head back in a way that strains his neck.

It's hard to wheeze out the yes, but he is let go, flopping in his chair like a rag doll. Breathing, that's all he has to focus on. Deep one in, hold for a few seconds, and release. Stay calm. Don't piss yourself like you used to.

Eden starts rifling around the draws of his office as Bailey ensures the pictures are wiped from the computer, a little slow and clumsy. Stupid fuck barely even knows how to use modern technology, it seems, but he knows enough to find the proper way to get rid of it all.

Eden returns with his camera. His expensive, lovely camera, placing it on the desk before getting a hammer from his inside pocket.

"N-no!" Leighton yells out in vain as the hammer smashes down, mangling the expensive equipment. Eden doesn't stop at one, continuously wrecking the device with a personal vendetta. Even the memory card within was shattered.

When he's done, the hunter turns back towards the headmaster, still bound to his own chair. He's not gentle as he lifts his chin with the claw of the hammer.

"You even look at them again and we'll come back and I'll shove this in your fucking eye socket, do you understand?"

Leighton nods, determined to keep eye contact as he does so. He has cowered enough, he could try to save some face now by not begging or crying.

The binds start coming loose, but Leighton can't move. Can only wilt, mind beginning to disassociate. He thinks he hears the two men moving to the door. Thinks he hears the caretaker calk back "Later, Toad," before the door slams shut.

The clock on his wall is unreasonably loud, now he's alone.

[bunni-teeth81]

Slender bros rewritten by me

Cause I want character development

(This is mostly Offender, trender, and Splendor. Also if you like Slendey/slender dad you might not wanna read this cause I do not make him a good guy in the slightest)

Possible tw for mention sexual assault, pedolophilia, necrophilia, and zoophilia!

To start off, Offender is not a rapist, he isn’t a pedo, and he doesn’t fuck animals

He doesn’t do anything without consent, plain and simple. Him being all those things was a rumor started by someone he fucked in the past who got caught cheating. They said Offender forced them and the rumors have escalated since with his legend.

He actively avoids children cause he doesn’t like them. So he literally couldn’t be a pedo.

He doesn’t hate kids, he just prefers to not be around them.

He won’t fuck someone with kids unless the kids are out of the house and somewhere safe.

He’s wary about fucking 18 and 19 year olds and usually doesn’t

Occasionally if he sees a kid sad while he’s on a walk or whatever he’ll give them some daisies or something. Though they kinda just appear near the kid. He doesn’t actually go near them.

Though he will fuck old people. He has no problem with that. But he will go gentler cause they’re frail

He likes animals, but not like that. Like.. ew

He has a kind of respect for the dead, even people he’s killed to eat, so he’d never do that. Also it goes back to the consent thing. They can’t consent so he ain’t gonna fuck them.

He’s pansexual.

He’s very kinky, obviously. He’s willing to do pretty much anything in bed

He prefers to top but he has no problem being pegged-

Has tried every drug there is.

Usually just sticks to weed, alcohol, crack, shrooms, and the occasional LSD

Bath salts fucked him up majorly and he will never do them again.

He works for trender, who has a whole ass company (will be touched on later)

He helps trender make clothes for more alt styles (punk, grunge, goth, emo, all that good stuff) and he helps with lingerie (masc and fem. trender makes both. Offender tests it out and gives feedback on what could be added or changed)

He also finds models for Trender (there’s really no qualifications to be a model, you kinda just have to want to be one. Trender, his assistants, and other models will help fill new models in. And they never have to wear something they don’t want or pose a way that makes them uncomfortable. also theres do discrimination when it comes to models, any one of any race, body type, gender (or lack there of), sexuality, and age to an extent (depending on the clothes being modeled and (if parent permission is needed if they get it)) are welcome)

He also does side jobs like art (he does realistic art) plays piano or violin for songs, every so often he’ll join a strip club. Definitely has an OF.

He learned piano from his dad. Their dad made them all learn piano. His dad was very against him learning violin but his mother let him learn it (she knew how to play)

Their parents kept them pretty reserved from the rest of the world (particularly humans) for safety reasons. The brothers didn’t find out they were the only ones of their kind till they were like teens and went hunting for the first time.

Their parents suddenly disappeared when they were teens. They still haven’t found them and have no idea what happened to them.

Zalgo killed them cause the dad was constantly fighting him, so was the mom but less so.

There were originally 5 brothers, but one got murdered (It was Tenderman. Who wouldve been the oldest, then slender, offender and trender are twins, then splendor)

They don’t know how tender was murdered. All they know is they can be murdered. They still haven’t figured out how tho.

They do know that they can regenerate any part of their body (teeth and nails grow back almost instantly, limbs take longer, they can just put their head where it should be and the bone, muscle, skin, tissue and all that will pull back together, skin can either regenerate in about an hour or two or a couple days depending on the size of the wound. Their organs can regenerate but it takes like a month.)

Drugs don’t effect them the same way they do us. Our massive hangovers that put us out of commission is what happens after they do LSD. A regular hangover for us is what happens when they do coke or a drink shit ton of alcohol.

Offender has the highest tolerance, then it’s trender, splendor, and Slender has the lowest cause he hasn’t done drugs.

Splendor has tried them but doesn’t like doing them. He doesn’t drink much either.

Trender will do them every so often, usually with Offender. He either drinks or smokes a blunt usually. Shrooms are for special occasions, and LSD gives him major anxiety so he doesn’t do it.

Trender and Offender were the only ones to try bath salts. They don’t know what happened. Splendor says they disappeared for a month and murdered a shit ton of people. They almost got caught. And at some point Offender ate a whole ass headstone and took a chunk out of a mausoleum

Slender hunts whenever the hell he wants, he doesn’t care about being caught

Offender hunts every couple of months or so

Trender hunts about 2 times a year. He spreads out his food pretty evenly

Splendor hates hunting and usually Offender or Trender will do it for them. They’ll maybe hunt once a year.

Human food to them is like sweets to us. They can’t live off it but it’ll keep them from starving. If they don’t eat human for about 3-4 years they’ll start to starve, but the process is slow and would probably take a while to actually kill them

Trender, Splendor, and Offender try not to get caught or make suspicions rise. They just wanna live their lives.

The amount of people they consume and how long they stay in their human form determines their power levels.

Slender is the most powerful, then Splendor, Offender, and Trender is the least powerful (but they’re all still mega powerful)

Slender is never in his human form and consumes humans whenever he wants so he has nothing holding back his power

Splendor may not eat human much but they’re rarely ever in his human form. And if they are it’s not for more than an hour usually

Offender is in his human form about 50% of the time. He’s in his normal form at home or hunting and any other time he’s human so-

Trender is in his human form like 90% of the time since he spends most of his time at work (he’s a workaholic to the highest extent. When it becomes really bad is when Offender will step in and be like “hey let’s grab a drink and chill out”)

Offender and Slender’s relationship is like Raph and Leo’s from tmnt if their relationship was genuine hatred and violent

Splendor tries to med their relationship and makes times where they all hang out and have dinner together but to no avail

This is the only time Slender can be seen in his human form. He doesn’t want to go but for some reason he does

Slender is stuck in his ways

Their dad hated humans with a passion, and Slender looked up to their father and wanted to be exactly like him so the hatred rubbed off

Slender blames humans for his parents disappearing and Tender’s death. Tender was the brother he bonded with the most

Splendor used to be a really emotional kid and their father hated that so now they bottle up everything

Their mother tried to help as best she could

V support

Trender’s company is a fashion company that produces just about everything

And the sizes go up to 4 or 5 x

And the prices are reasonable and don’t go up with the size

Trender really doesn’t give to shits about money. If he could he’d just give everything he makes away but unfortunately he needs some money to produce what he makes.

He makes kids clothing, teens clothing, adults clothing in every aesthetic you can think of. Rarely will you see basic shit from him

He makes jewelry (real and fake (for the kiddies) and specifies very obviously which is which so someone doesn’t accidentally buy the wrong one)

He makes shoes!

His prices are usually around 10-25 dollars for clothing, sometimes 30 if it’s a specific brand (like Gorillaz or something. He doesn’t work with brands like Victoria secret, brands that have sweat shops, things like that. He doesn’t support them whatsoever)

His business is huge but he always listens to the people and tries to improve. And all his products are made ethically. He tries in every way possible to produce good products without polluting the earth more

Splendor usually only hangs around babies-young adults. They help them through rough home lives, trauma, and helps them find joy. They do everything they can to make them feel better

Splendor is the one who takes care of Sally. And they feels incredibly guilty for not being able to stop what happened to her, or punish her uncle himself.

Animals and mystical creatures are drawn to them and their home. They go to it for shelter and safety, as well as some food. But because Splendor isn’t always there they have a nymph friend there to look after everything.

Slenderman is the only one with proxies

Splendor is demisexual and bi, leaning towards men

Trender is queer and demisexual/demiromantic

Slender doesn’t love anything. Ever.

Trender gets annoyed easily but rarely ever gets pissed pissed (like original face altering pissed) if he does it’s either cause someone did something to his brothers or his models. And the unfortunate soul who did such will never be seen again afterwards

Offender doesn’t really get pissed pissed cause he usually either bottles it up or makes a joke out of it. It’s really only if something happens to his brothers that he gets pissed pissed.

Splendor has a list of people they wish they could rip to shreds. All of them parents. But they don’t want to do that to the children. They only intervenes and gets pissed pissed when the abuse gets physical or sexual. When it’s physically they’ll give the parent one change to never do that again. They’ll scare the shit outta them but won’t hurt them. If it’s sexual they kill them. Plain and simple.

Splendor started wearing pokadots to make the kids happy. Trender hates the suit but doesn’t comment usually

Splendor’s black hands are a skin disease their species can have. The skin is black and kinda ridged.

Splendor wears gloves because of their skin disease. the blood stains and they can’t get it out. Also they’re very insecure about their disease

Splendor put the bells on their tendrils so their movements didn’t scare the kids. They would always know when he was moving and where he was moving to so they’d be more comfortable. It was painful but it was worth it

Slender was in the woods when he was younger and almost got attacked by humans, but his mother came and saved him. (Her tendrils could be used as a shield)

Eden is not related to the brothers.

But eden looks a lot like their mother, so much so that Spendor legitimately mistakes her for their mother.

Slender’s human name is John (splendor had to come up with it on the spot leave them be)

Offender’s human name is Dimitri and I’ll die on this hill

Splendor’s human name is Faer

Trender’s human name is Quael

They can change their physical appearance to be fem or masc. like their body can change.

Slender doesn’t give two shits about pronouns

Offender doesn’t care but he/they/xem works

Trender goes by he/him

Splendor goes by they/them

(Im including Slenderwoman now so uh... 🤷)

Her hair is her tendrils.

She’s not part of the Slender bro family nor does she know they exist (though eventually she will. She’s way younger than them so)

✨Lesbian✨

Has met Slenderman tho. She hates him

Like genuinely hates his guts

She hates almost sharing a name with him.

Prefers to go by her human name; Eden

As long as you don’t use the pronouns he/him she doesn’t care.

She just kinda... appeared at the ripe age of 4? (She doesn’t remember anything past 4 so that’s what if feels like to her.)

Splendor is a switch and you can’t change my mind

Trender is also a switch

Slender doesn’t get any cause he’d kill them, purposely or not, being radioactive and all.

Eden is a top but can bottom is convinced

Offender, Splendor, Trender, and Eden can all control their radiation output so they can glitch tech when they chose and won’t hurt anyone

Slender could but doesn’t want to 🤷

They can be killed by their hearts getting impaled. The reason they don’t know that is because the skin will heal, but the heart can’t.

Offenderman’s real name isn’t Offenderman. That name was dubbed to him when people believed the rumors of him. But he kept it. He can’t really explain why but he did. And now he forgets it’s not his real name sometimes. Though he does prefer to go by Offender/Smexy.

Splendor calls him Offendy and he’s the only one allowed to do so

Trended has four arms, plus his tendrils. He can hide his second pair of arms like his tendrils but it takes energy

Getting their limbs/tendrils cut off only stings to them. They’re only in full on pain when their organs are involved

Eden’s blood has healing properties.

Someone can be turned immortal by being injected with one of the brother’s (or Eden’s) blood in large amounts. It’s extremely painful though.

Doing it slowly can ease the pain, so doing it over a week’s time nonstop will get the job done.

The injected person will be very weak after it for a couple days. A week. 2 weeks in worse cases.

The only one who’s done this is Splendor. They were dating a guy for a very long time and they told him about the procedure and he wanted it. After gaining back his strength he left Splendor. They’re not entirely over this even though it happened a long time ago.

They (mainly Offender and Trender) had to track him down and kill him. (Ya know, heart stuff)

That’s when they figured that’s probably how they could get murdered 

[buttsmasher]

You’re Not Safe Here

Warnings/Tags: Death by Orgasm, Teasing, Straight to Gay, Gay Anal, Male Succubus, Public Sex

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You’re sitting around bored at your apartment watching another dumb YouTube video online when you finally get the inspiration to do your college assignment. Grabbing your camera gear and car keys, you jump into your car and head to Fountain Park to get shots of the sunset. You’ve always thought the sunset looked prettiest here and you figure it’s probably the best spot around town to get the pictures.

 You pull your shitty car into the empty spot and notice that there’s barely anyone around. Just two other cars are in the parking lot but you don’t see them around. You assume they're probably walking around the trail like all the locals do. You get out of your car, pick up your camera bag and start to head towards the spot you know the sunset always looks the best at. 

 As you walk you pass a sign that in big bold letters say: FOR YOUR SAFETY, DO NOT STAY OUT PAST SUNSET. Sadowski county is not responsible for any accidents that may occur.  You ignore the sign knowing this is the one place that you’ll get those shots.

 You make it to the clearing and you stare in awe of the beautiful scene in front of you. You quickly assemble your camera, adjust some settings and take multiple pictures of the beautiful sky. The sky is purple and orange and you turn slightly to take pictures of the sky when you nearly bump into a guy.

 “Oh sorry man.” You say pulling your camera down to see a young blonde haired man with a ball cap. 

 “You know you shouldn’t be here late at night.” You don’t know why but he seems familiar. Maybe he goes to the same college as you. 

 “I think I’ll be fine.” You snark as you raise your camera again to peer through the viewfinder. 

 “Yeah, you’d think that.” The light giggle grabs your attention and you lower your camera again. “There’s demons in this park that come out at night. If you’re not careful, they’ll take your soul.” His voice gives you slight chills, but demons, seriously?

 “Is that so?” You say unamused. “Well, the sun is still visible, so I’ll probably be fine.” His smile shows a bit too much teeth for your liking.

 “Sure, give it 15 minutes. You’ll wish you took my advice.” He gives you a wink before walking away, heading towards the direction of the parking lot. You take a picture of his back as he’s walking away.

 “What a creep.” You mumble to yourself. “You shouldn’t be here late at night.” You mime as you go back to taking photos of the wildflowers, trees, and the sunset. Before long you notice that the sun has officially set and it’s getting dark. You decide you’ll try to get a few shots of the moon before you go, but unfortunately, it’s being blocked by large clouds.

 You take a look at your Fitbit watch before deciding you’ll head out since there’s much else you can do here. You take apart your camera, putting it safely back into your bag. “Run.” Someone whispers in your ear. You quickly turn around expecting to see someone next to you, but no one is there.

 “Been smoking too much weed.” You rub your forehead and start to head back to your car. As you’re walking you notice the other two cars that were there before are now gone and only your 90’s Honda remains. Someone out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and you turn to see a figure walk behind the restroom building. You figure it’s a ranger locking up the restrooms for the night and you run over to take a piss before he closes.

 As you get to the door of the building, you hear giggling behind you. “Hello?” You say turning your head to look behind you. “Is someone there?” You listen, but there isn’t a response, just the wind blowing. You’re thoroughly creeped out but you rush into the restroom to do your business all the same.

 You walk past the mirror and notice that your shirt is slightly ripped. You loudly huff, annoyed, and you go to the urinal to take a piss. You hear scratching, but you pawn it off as the trees rustling against the building. 

 When you go to wash your hands however, you see someone has written in, what looks to be dripping blood red letters. You’re Not Safe Here. You use your index finger to touch it and it feels like it was just written. “What the fuck?” Confused, you begin to exit the bathroom. You stop in place to ponder whether that warning was there when you entered the bathroom or not.

 You turn back around and find that the warning is gone, instead replaced with a poster. You immediately walk back so you can read the poster. What you see is unexpected.

 A missing poster, with the young guy you saw earlier has replaced the warning. Nehemiah Wyatt - Missing. It says he went missing five years ago at the age of 18. Last seen in the park that you’re in right now. “Hello?” You look around the bathroom again but don’t see anyone and all the stalls are open. Underneath the poster it says, They Got Him in the blood red letters. 

 You decide that this is a little too creepy for you and you’re going to head for your car and get the fuck out of here. You shoulder your camera gear and walk quickly out of the restroom where you bump right into Nehemiah. You can’t help the yelp that escapes your lips. “Fuck man, you scared the shit outta me.” You huff. 

 “People say I do that.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. 

 “Uh,” You glance at his hand. “You know you’re missing right?” Your eyes meet his, and you swear for a second his eyes were pure black. 

 “Yeah, but I think you found me.” He moves his hand sensually down your chest. 

 You clear your throat and pointedly step away from him. “Well, uhm, you should probably tell the cops or someone you’re okay.” You walk past him and you readjust your camera bag. You look over your shoulder to make sure he’s not following you, but he’s not there anymore. You reason he probably just went into the restroom. When you turn around again, he’s right in your face.

 “Fuck!” You exclaim as you jump backwards. 

 “Where you going so fast?” He grabs your arm and moves your hand so it’s holding onto his ass. “How about we have some fun.”

 “You know, uhm,” You take a gulp. “I’m good. I’m just going to head home.” Nehemiah keeps your hand on his ass. 

 “You sure? I hear I’m a good fuck.” The way he licks his lips reminds you of someone just about to eat a meal. 

 “Yeah, totally, I’m good. I’m straight dude.” He just giggles.

 “You’re straight huh?” His hand cups your dick. “You might want to tell that to your dick.” You look down and he’s right, to your surprise you’re sporting a hard on. 

 “What the…” Nehemiah uses the palm of his hand to push your face back up so you’re looking at each other. He leans in and starts kissing you nice and slow. Your eyes flutter closed as you get into the makeout session. Your hand squeezing his nice ass. You can’t lie, it’s not a bad kiss, probably one of the best you’ve ever had. Your eyes widen immediately when you remember that his other hand is stroking your hard cock in the very public park. 

 You quickly push him away. “What the fuck are you doing? We could get arrested!” He just giggles.

 “I don’t mind. Come on, don’t you want some of this?” His lips hover next to your ear, making you shutter. You don’t react quick enough so he drops to his knees in front of you and mouths at the outline of your cock. The friction feels great and your thoughts get jumbled. Then you remember, you’re straight and this is extremely illegal. You pull yourself away again.

 “That’s not the-I do not-I am straight.” You struggle to get out a coherent sentence. He licks his lips again as he stands back up. He grabs your arm again but you pull away. “Don’t touch me man.” He just gives you a cocky smirk and you push your way past him.

 You quickly walk towards your car only to see a naked Nehemiah sitting on the hood of your car. You turn around to see that he’s gone from where he just was. “Tha-that’s not possible.” You say confused as you slowly turn back to look at your car. 

 Nehemiah is now putting on a show by bending over your car and shaking his hairless ass. Your mind gets overwhelmed again, this time by thoughts of you impaling him with your fat cock. “I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight.” You tell yourself over and over. 

 “Come on big boy, let me feel your fat cock in me.” He makes it a point by sliding two of his fingers into his hole without any resistance. The moans that he lets out are so intoxicating that you feel yourself take a step forward. “I’m so horny,” You can hear him moaning lewdly. “If only there was a straight hunk to come fuck me.” Another step forward.

 “Fuck.” You say to yourself as you feel your dick pulsing in your jeans. 

 “Come on big boy, give me a ride, show me how good of a fuck you are.” You feel a bit warm and you take a few more steps closer. Your hands move down to the fly of your jeans and you start to unzip. “That’s it, come over here and fuck me daddy.” He pulls his fingers out of his ass and instead uses his hands to pull his asscheeks apart giving you a perfect view of his hole. 

 Your mind goes blank with the only thought of, Need to fuck now. You fish your fat dick out and stroke it giving him a show. “Just a little closer.” You close the distance between the two of you and easily slide your fat dick inside of his tight hole. “There you go.” He moans as he bottom out again his ass. 

 “So tight.” You pant. 

 “Yeah? You like that?” He pulls himself off your dick before pushing his ass back against your balls. 

 “Mhm.” Is all you can manage to get out. 

 “Better than any pussy you’ve ever fucked?” His hole flexes around your cock making you shiver.

 “So much...better.” You slowly thrust in and out, amazed by how good this is feeling. 

 “I thought so.” He laughs below you. “Can’t wait to feel you load my ass up.”

 “Fuuck.” You can’t even get a coherent thought out. Just in and out, in and out. The only thing you can think of is how perfect his ass is. “You’re so tight baby.” 

 “I know daddy.” He keeps eagerly pushing back against you every time you thrust back in. You’re starting to speed up when he pushes you off him.

 “Baby…” You moan as the cold air blows against your dick.

 Nehemiah turns around and grabs you to pull you into a passionate kiss. He's moaning against your lips and pulls you down so he’s laying on the front of your car.

 You lay on top of him continuing to hungrily kiss him, your dick is leaking precum like a faucet. He wraps his legs around you and uses his flexible frame to pull you tightly against him. Your dick slaps against his dick and the friction makes you moan. “You like that daddy?” He says seductively against your lips and all you can do is nod your head. “Good boy.” One of his free hands reaches down and lightly carrasses and strokes your hard cock.

 He adjusts your cock so it’s pressing against his hole and you can’t stop yourself from pushing in. Your whole body shakes as you enter his warmth again. There’s nothing you’ve ever felt that can compare to his tightness. “Ooh daddy, you’re so big.” He throws his head back against your car as you hump away against his tight ass. You have no problem bottoming out into him again.

 The moans he’s making under you are so lewd it makes you thrust harder and faster. “Yeah right there, hit there again daddy.” You do as he says and thrust hard against the same spot making him moan ever louder.

 “You like that?” You say out of breath. “You like it when daddy fills you up?” Nehemiah smiles underneath you.

 “Yeah fill me up daddy, fuck my ass, feed my greedy ass.” You barely miss his eyes turning black as you lean down and lock lips again. You can feel your humps getting more erratic and you know you’re not going to make it much longer. “Daddy, I need your cum.” He moans against your lips.

 “You want my cum?” You whisper breathlessly. 

 “Mhm, I want you to cum in me.” His ass works your cock and you can feel yourself starting to get close. “I want you to fill me up so much that I’ll be leaking your cum tomorrow.”

 “Fuuck.” You moan as you feel yourself starting to tighten up. “I’m close baby. I’m going to load you up”

 “Do it. Cum in me!” He yells out and you seat yourself fully inside of him. Torrent after torrent of cum shooting out of you giving you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. You groan out as you lay your head on his shoulder. You keep shooting your load and you absentmindedly think that it probably should’ve stopped by now and your body is starting to become over sensitive. “Fuck yes, it feels so good!” Nehemiah moans out loudly. You start idly rocking your hips against him, still unsure why you haven’t stopped cumming yet. 

 And as you continue you shoot load after load into him, you start to feel weak. You look at your hand that’s on the car and notice it’s severely wrinkled. “What’s happening?” Your voice sounds foreign to you, like an old man. Your cock still getting milked by Nehemiah’s tight hole that’s flexing around your cock. 

 When you look at Nehemiah his eyes are black and he’s giving you the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen and you watch as your hand begins to turn to dust. “Thanks for the meal daddy.” He rubs his cum filled stomach. “Best meal of 2021.So far.” He laughs and you scream in horror as you turn to dust. 

 “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Is the last thing that you hear as you disappear forever. 

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter four: The Deal 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW Swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of using women, sexualizing woman, smoking, aggressive behavior, mentions of violence. 

AN: Please let me know if I missed anything in the TW. Sorry this is also almost two hours late. I got super invested in this anime I was watching and forgot to finish it up. 

Taglist Open!! Send an ask or dm to be added! 

Word count: 1k (Just a little over) 

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Oikawa waited by his locker for his closest friends.

“Where are we going?” Kuroo asked Oikawa.

“You will see when we get there.” He responded with a smirk. The two had waited for the rest to come up to them before he shut his locker. “Ready for mission Mei?” He asked. 

“I’m ready for this whole thing to blow up in your face so I can laugh again shittykawa.” Iwaizumi said. 

“You’re so mean Iwa-chan!” With that the five guys exited the school. Outside the crossed over the field as they approached the bleachers, Bokuto suddenly stopped in the middle of the field, 

“Oikawa, you must be joking.” 

“Who else do you know who isn’t afraid of anything?” He said back with a sly smirk. Bokuto nodded his head to show he agreed with Oikawa’s thought. 

Entering the underneath of the bleachers, Terushima was seen smoking next to Matsukawa. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Matsukawa said, anger dripping from his words. Terushima pulled out his phone and sent off a few short texts. 

“We have a proposition for Terushima.” Oikawa said.  

Before anyone could say anything else, Kyotani busted in and shoved Atsumu out of his way. 

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING HERE! GET THE FUCK OUT ASSHOLES BEFORE I MAKE YOU.” He yelled aggressively, now standing in front of Matsukawa and Terushima like some kind of protective beast. 

“Down dog.” The voice came from behind them as they all turned to see Tendou walking up with Hanamaki behind him. “So why are you bastards in our spot?” He said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. 

“We came to make a proposition to Terushima.” Oikawa spoke up again. 

“What kind of proposition?” Terushima asked, looking unamused.  

“I want to take Mei out, but you see I can’t do that without someone dating her older sister.” 

“And how does that concern me?” Terushima asked as sass dripped off his words. 

“Well, you are known as Ladies Monster... so I was thinking you could take out her sister, just like once or twice a week till I get bored or get what I am after.” 

“Who is it?” 

“Y/n.” 

“Ah hell no man! I went into the café she used to work at and she dumped my entire milkshake over my head.” 

“Dude, you grabbed her ass when she set mine down.” Matsukawa butted in. 

“Yeah but any chick who makes me work that much, ain’t it. I like my girls easy. Besides, not like I’d get anything out of it anyways. You’d get sex with her sister and I’d get 50 maybe 70 cups of milkshake on my head fow what? One date and no sex. Hell to the no bro.” You could see gears turn in Oikawa’s eyes. 

“What if I paid you?” He asked Terushima. 

“How much?” Tendou butted in, regaining his interest in what Oikawa was saying once again. 

“$100 a date.”

“For just one date? You know that’s way too low.” Hanamaki now joined the conversation. 

“Okay how about $300?” Oikawa offered. 

“$300 is less than we all make individually in a week.” Matsukawa said. 

“$1000 a week and you have yourself a deal.” Tendou said. 

“And you will be the one to get her to date you?” Oikawa sounded shocked by Tendou’s offer. 

“For $1000, I can. Anything less I don’t see how it’s possible.” 

Oikawa looked back at his friends. 

“Dude $1000 is way too much for a date with someone like Mei.” Iwaizumi said. Oikawa turned back around facing Tendou again. Extending his arm out towards Tendou. 

“Deal.” Tendou gave a sly smirk as he shook his hand to seal the deal. 

“I can write you a cheque now.” He reached down to his pocket for what was thought to be his wallet. Tendou raised his hand to stop him. 

“No. I want cash.” 

“Cash!?!?!” Bokuto yelled up from behind Oikawa. 

“Bring cash tomorrow or the deals off.” 

“See you tomorrow then.” With that Oikawa walked out, followed by his friends. 

“If I knew he’d offer $1000 for one date I would have done it.” Hanamaki said. 

“To bad y/n wouldn’t give you the time of day.” Matsukawa laughed. 

“I wonder what this Mei girl looks like to be worth that kind of cash.” Terushima spoke up. 

“Why don’t we go find out. We can browse the first year locker hall and find her ourselves.” Hanamaki suggested. 

“I’ll come too. I want to scare some people into giving me their lunch money anyways.” Kyotani said. 

“You really are a wild one Mad Monster.” Matsukawa said, as he patted him on the back.

The guys smoked a little more and bothered Tendou what he would do with his new income. After they finished up they headed inside to find this girl worth so much money. Back inside the school already, Oikawa and his friends were standing in the washroom while a few of them splashed water in their faces. 

“That was so scary what Kyotani busted in. I thought I was gonna piss myself.” Bokuto said as he stood fully up from the sink. “Dude he pushed me outta the way. I thought he was going to punch me or some shit.” Atsumu replied back.  

“I think the scariest thing is how Oikawa is about to drop a grand weekly to get pussy.” Kuroo said with a chuckle. 

“It’s not even my full allowance. I don’t think I will need over three weeks at most anyways.” 

“Dude.. That's $3 grand!!” 

“Yeah and that’s just a little over my one weeks allowance.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. 

“You’re such a spoiled brat Shittykawa.” Oikawa just laughed at him. 

“Don’t be jealous Iwa-chan!” On that note, the group left the bathroom as they walked down to their classes. 

“Hey Shirabu!!” Bokuto yelled, waving at him.

He turned and gave him a disgusted look. 

“I see you already are best friends with him.” Kuroo joked. 

Oikawa felt a hand push him from behind, as he quickly turned he noticed it was y/n.

“Watch where you are going bitch!” He spoke up. 

“Shut the fuck up asshole. You were the one taking over the hallway with your flat assed self.” 

I can’t wait to take you down a few y/n. Oikawa thought to himself. 

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[jasonsthunderthighs]

So much shit has happened.

I don't know where to begin. It's just all so stressful and tirin.

When we were livin in a tent for a week or so, we also met a 40 or so year old dude that lived in the woods by the train tracks. He was cool at first. Very nice and supportive.

But as you know from my other post, the cops found us. We got called on by the cops three times (it wasn't exactly on us, just the other homeless people who actually would hang in front of the buildings in front of the train tracks) and told all of us to basically leave and not to live on the rail roads anymore, since it's public property and whatnot.

So, we leave and stayed hidden for a few days, and even away from the man, cause he was bein a little strange and weird.

On the 2nd of July, I was on the bus with my ex friend to get dabs for us (not my ex friend, cause she doesn't smoke.) and I get a text from my twin, telling me she's scared and that the man found our camp site and started to curse and yell at my twin. She tells him to basically fuck off and not to come back.

When we came back to the camp, we hid out behind this tarp thing that was already put up by someone who use to live there (we found the camp site trashed up and messy when we first came there.) to not be seen by the guy. He walks by our camp site and starts to THROW ROCKS AT US. VERY HARD THROWS AT US. One of the fuckin rocks almost hit my ex friend, which that still pissed me off and I grabbed this metal rod thing and machete to defend us from him, whilst my twin grabbed her hatchet to throw at him. He told us this was “war” (this isn't your turf, mate. 😒) and that he was goin to force us out if we don't leave, and leaves us, walkin back to his camp site.

We relax for a bit, tryin to pack our shit, (and smoke some dabs) and the fucker COMES BACK THROWIN GARBAGE AT US, threatenin and yellin at us. My twin got pissed and we both basically told him he's a coward for just throwin trash and rocks instead fightin us. (Three against one)

So, twin's boyfriend comes back from work and we gathered our shit in the middle of the night, with help from two friend of ours who has vehicles to help us move shit. As we were makin our trips (and almost done) the man COMES BACK (we're in a public parkin lot at this point) and starts to circle the four of us (our friend, my ex friend, my twin and I; twin's boyfriend was tellin his other friend who has a car where to go so we can meet him and whatnot) and threatenin us. We told him we'll call the cops on him, he just laughed sayin that he's got the police in his pockets, and that they won't help or believe us.

What I didn't know was that he tried to choke out my twin's boyfriend earlier with TWO OTHER WITNESSES watchin this man assaultin him for NO REASON. The man said that was a lie and called my twin a lyin bitch when she was on the phone with the cops.

When the cops did come around, her and her boyfriend explained what was goin on, whilst the man was yellin sayin that we're lyin and that he touched nobody. (Havin the cops in your pocket, my ass.)

The whole ordeal was awful. I had a massive panic attack and my friend had to calm me down from it.

Now, my ex friend and I are in a flat with two others who are very, very nice and even in the LGBT community. They can only take two people, so we went instead of my twin and their boyfriend and cat. Nobody wanted to take ‘em in, cause of the cat. Which fuckin blows, so they're actually living in the woods two hours away from here. They're safe, but I still miss my twin so much.

We're gonna be here for a few months to gather up ourselves, physically, mentally and emotionally, and financially wise. I'm workin my ass off to get the process faster and get a place soon.

The good thing outta all of this, is that my new flatmate is gonna teach me how to drive, give me his old car when he gets a new one later this month, AND (hopefully, he needs to talk to his guy) got me a modeling job through this awesome company (I don't know it all yet, he was tellin me bout this whilst I was workin my ass off last night.) so that's a few good things that's happened out of the three months so far.

I'm still gonna be busy as Hell, but I'll try to update and whatnot. I might just reblog a few of my posts, cause I don't have a lot to post right now at the moment.

Thank you for reading. I'll be back when I can.

[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Episode 6--On the Inside

Very appropriate title by the way.  Works in a multitude of ways.  

As always, my randomness is going beneath a cut again to spare the eyeballs of those of you that don’t want to see it at all and also?  Help those of you that have somehow stayed spoiler-free in this brand-new age of early release episodes.  It is still so wild to me that I’m a full episode ahead of half the fandom.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when we get to the final episode and they decide to make us all suffer together--because somehow I do feel they will do exactly that after spoiling us for the first 23 episodes.  It is going to be agonizing.  

Anyway.  Without further ado, Shae’s stream of consciousness review (of sorts).  

Not fair, Angela.  Opening the episode with that shot of that big ass spider.  I hate those suckers.  So naturally, they’re an easy sell for setting the horror scene to me, lol.  

Okay.  Who the hell’s chasing Virgil and Connie?  Walker No-See-Ums?

Barely a minute in and the atmosphere for this episode is moody AF.  

What is this?  Tara Jr. The Walking Dead?  LOL.  Where’s the Scarlett for this mini plantation house?  Anyway.  First three minutes of this episode?  Just as attention grabbing as the first five episode openings this season.  I don’t think people out there are giving our writers enough love for that.  Every episode so far has opened like a mini movie.  

With the way the Walking Dead logo keeps crumbling away with each successive episode, somehow it wouldn’t surprise me at all if the Carol and Daryl spinoff was eventually titled The Living and had flowers growing out of each letter, lol.  I mean, there would be a certain sort of life-affirming symmetry in a show that’s been promised to be much lighter in tone doing just that.  

More Carol and Aaron?  Yes, please.  I don’t necessarily like Carol staying at home and sitting the sidelines like a figurative happy little homemaker in the B story while the rest of the mains are trying like hell to sell the A story, but if she’s going to be totally prohibited from the main storyline until it’s time to blow shit up?  I’m going to continue enjoy getting to see her do what she should have been doing for seasons--interacting with others in the community, especially Aaron and the ladies.  

Truly.  I really am loving my girl getting some quality Aaron and Rosita time.  It’s so long overdue.  

Bless sweet Kelly.  Riding off to her sister’s rescue.  

Why isn’t Lydia shown as part of these plans?  For someone that could barely read last season, I doubt that big ass map was a piece of cake for her and it’s all just guesswork anyway without her guidance.  I mean, why does it feel like they are cutting some of this stuff that might not seem like much plot-wise but would go a long way toward establishing different character beats?  Personally, I would have loved to see her involved in the search and sharing scenes again with Carol and bonding with Kelly. 

Virgil be having that “I always feel like somebody’s watching me” feeling.  Don’t you hate that, lol?  

“You haven’t slept in days.”  But how many days, Virgil?  I’m going to need a number because I’m confused AF about this timeline at this point.  What we’re seeing and what different pieces of dialogue is telling us is not exactly lining up.  I’m going to find it awful hilarious if it hasn’t even been two weeks since the cave in.  For reasons.  

Connie’s spidey senses are clearly tingling.  

Alrighty, then.  She’s clearly got PTSD.  Understandable.  They’ve all had it.  Some have been treated more sympathetically than others, though.  

I mean, it never seems to cross anybody’s mind how Carol probably sees Henry’s head on that pike, Mika’s pale and bloody body, Lizzie crumpled face down in a bed of yellow flowers, Sophia with a smoking bullet hole through her undead head whenever she closes her eyes but whatever.  

Okay though.  But what if Connie had really shitty, impossible to read handwriting?  AKA doctor’s  handwriting.  What then?  

Leah’s face honestly twists my insides whenever I see it, lol.  It’s quiet a visceral thing.  No, that does not make me a horrible person.  Not everybody wants or has to drink the awesome, great, redeemable villainess Kool-Aid.  IMHO, she’s got a face meant for a Walker.  Perfect makeover idea.  Eh.  Mostly it’s her expression and the deadness of her eyes.  

Anyway.  Why is it always the fingers?  Eff that.  

Listen.  If ya’ll can’t tell Daryl’s conflicted AF with the situation he’s landed in, you don’t know how to read NR’s face and eyes.  He’s not a masterclass like MMB but he’s pretty darn good when he wants to be.  

I honestly feel sorry for Redshirt Frost.  

“You do what you gotta do.”  Frost knows what’s what and he’s willing to walk the walk for Maggie.  Impressive loyalty.  I’m left wondering how the current, colder incarnation of Maggie inspired it because I’m still struggling to see it.  Anywho.  My point is the dude knows the score and just gave Daryl the okay.  

Daryl taking off his angel vest before stepping into the role of torturer/interrogator=him shedding the persona/the man Judith and RJ and Lydia and Carol know him to be.  Pushing away his man of honor status so he can just survive somehow.  

Pope never quits chewing whatever the hell he’s got in his mouth.  It’s kind of distracting.  

Ohhh.  We’re back to the Haunted Mansion.  I mean house.  Where are the Hitchhiking Ghosts?  

All the eyes scratched out of those creepy pictures=spooky.  

The good old fogged up bathroom mirror shot.  Somebody’s been watching and studying their horror movies, lol.  Not gonna lie though.  I’m legit bracing myself for the jump scares I know have to be coming.  

I’m loving the music/score in these scenes.  

Truthfully, I could care less about these Reapers.  But they are hella attractive, lol.  Listen.  Angela knows what she’s doing.  

Kelly’s horse is so pretty.  Prayer chain for that baby.  

More dead horses?  Why?  

Connie’s slingshot?  Sorry.  I maintain, no matter how much I like these two, that they have the lamest weapons ever.  Endless supply of Virginia rocks or not.  

So.  Did Virgil and Connie enjoy a little equine for dinner?  Did they kill it before the Walkers fed?  What monsters!  Yeah, no.  Not if they were starving even if I personally could not have.  The more probable story is they fled the camp in a panic and left the horse behind and then it went down.  Sorry.  I didn’t exactly study the wounds on the poor animal because it is so traumatizing to me to continue to see them meet such dastardly ends on this show.  I don’t know who the hell has such a score to settle with horses but stop it.  

Days.  It’s only been days.  Not weeks.  So many times with all that Daryl and Company have had to contend with since the cave in?  Those do not exist, lol.  They’re just a convenient, appeasing piece of dialogue thrown at a fanbase primed and ready to read everything into not much of anything.  There’s just not been enough time for it to happen unless Daryl has literally been up 24/7 for all of them.  You know, strategizing how to attack the remainders of Alpha’s horde, figuring out how to defend Hilltop before it fell, healing from the wound he sustained at Alpha’s hand, sitting on that log all damn night with Negan waiting on Carol to come home, having a lover’s quarrel with his best damn everything, taking care of the Grimes babies and Lydia, being the reluctant leader.  Kang, why you playing them like that?  Daryl’s a super guy but he’s not a superhuman with clones.  So many times my ass.  

Seriously.  Who been watching Connie and Virgil?  The MIA Oceansiders?  Beta’s Fee Fi Fo Fum Ghost?  

Nice.  A Michonne mention.  Maybe the truth will start to trickle out.  

LMAO at Connie’s “I’m not staying here.”  Me neither, girl.  I would be outta that house so fast.  

They really “Quiet Placing” this episode.  Honestly?  I’m kinda loving it.  

WTF was that?  I know she can’t hear but you telling me all the little hairs on her arms, legs, and neck didn’t stand the fuck up and say fuck this shit, I’m gone?  Pardon my language, lovelies, but that moment had my heart kicking up several beats.  

Okay, okay.  To be fair to Connie, every hair on her body been doing that since the front door closed.  Maybe they’re desensitized.  

Gollum’s chasing Connie!!!  He/She wants their Precious!!!

The knee jerk reactions about this episode sight unseen are OTT, honestly.  And I mean no disrespect by saying that.  I can understand completely where they’re coming from because we’ve been burned so long in this fandom.  But it’s obvious the spoiler source has their particular biases and reads into things in such a way that don’t line up with what’s actually being shown onscreen.  Daryl’s loyalty in this episode and all along quite clearly lies with his family and his community.  He’s been playing Leah since the start and is truly just trying to survive somehow.  

Awful thought.  The Reaper that’s so suspish of Daryl--haven’t quite caught his name or really cared to.  I feel like he might try to get to Daryl somehow.  When he realizes that Daryl cares no more for Leah than any human would care for somebody (they thought) they used to know?  He’s going after Dog.  Or Carol should she finally join this story. 

I refuse to believe Carol isn’t going to be a part of this story.  Because they messing with her mans, lol.  

“You’re ever with us or you’re not.”  Now where have I heard those words before?  I wish I could find that Daryl gif because that had to be one of the funniest things ever, lol.  

Unrealistic suggestion to Daryl, Leah?  Breathing oxygen seems to piss off Carver.  Oh look.  He finally has a name for me, lol.  

I love how all three of the ladies--Carol, Magna, and Rosita--look at Kelly with such indulgent, adoring “little sis, you alright?” eyes.  

They are seriously the most beautiful quartet of characters.  I mean all of them are lovely but Carol and Rosita this season?  Ugh.  The unfairness of the pretty.  

Human bones.  Terminus callback, lovelies.  How it all would have eventually gone down if Gareth and Co. hadn’t met the business end of Rick’s red machete.  

So many horror movie homages in this one.  

Virgil’s like “let’s leave this Texas Chainsaw Massacre behind.”  

Connie and Virgil have obviously bonded, ya’ll.  I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying their scenes together when the character mostly got on my nerves with Michonne.  He’s a good actor and the core of his character is sympathetic, but I’m not going to lie.  I wasn’t super enthused when he was the one that rescued Connie because I didn’t know how their scenes would play out. But there’s a nice synergy there.  

Okay.  Does Carver want Leah for himself?  Because I’m sure Daryl at this point would love to scream “take her, I know where I fucking belong!”  

Daryl’s digging in deep because Carver has shown him Leah’s potential weak spot.  Nuance is truly lost on some people, LMAO.  He cares about Leah as a human being probably.  He’s Daryl, after all.  The sweet one.  But he sees her as his way outta this and he’s going to exploit it.  

It’s nice to have a silent Negan for once, lol.  I can pretend he didn’t take my baby Glenn away from me and enjoy JDM’s pretty.  

So.  These cannibal people were the watchers?  Hmm.  

I’m really digging Virgil 2.0.  Yeah.  Nobody’s surprised more than me.  

Sweet, sweet scene between Virgil and Connie.  His determination to reunite her with her family brings back the sympathy I felt for him when he told Michonne “I promised her flowers.  Every day.”  

Damn.  How many of those creepy crawly cannibals are there?  

How brave of Connie to confront her fears to save someone she’s obviously grown to care about.  

The Kelly/Connie reunion gave me chills and made me cry.  Thank fuck Angela didn’t cheapen that moment by having it focus on literally anybody else.  Kelly is the most important person in the whole world to Connie and vice versa.  Just like Carol is the most important person in the whole world to Daryl and vice versa.  Angela fucking knows.  Everybody does.  Except the people busy building castles out of sand while the waves of Carol’s and Daryl’s converging stories keep crashing closer and closer to shore.  

Such a beautiful moment given to us by Angel Theory and Lauren Ridloff.  So authentic and sweet.  Kelly and Connie are home to each other.  

Poor Frost.  That’s all I gotta say about that.  

WTF, though.  Was Mel just not available or what?  I want to see more of the ASZ characters that I care about, not the Reapers.  Like I’d be fine with the story if all the characters not named Maggie, Negan, or Daryl weren’t surviving on crumbs during it.  Especially the 2nd billed actress on the entire show.  Angela.  Please.  Fix this.  

One last WTF.  Seriously.  WTF has Maggie done to inspire Pope’s obsession?  It better be juicy after all this shit.  

Overall impression of the episode--

One of my favorites of the season so far.  The horror aspects were fantastic, IMHO. I truly didn’t expect to like Connie and Virgil’s scenes as much together so that was a nice surprise.  She got the reunion that felt most true and earned for the character and her story and I thank Angela from the bottom of my heart for that.  

I would have loved more Carol but I always want more Carol.  I’m okay with her taking a backseat because ultimately?  This was Kelly’s moment with her sister.  Carol and Connie will eventually have their time to sit down and talk.  And pick back up their blossoming friendship because I truly do not feel Connie blames Carol at all.  

I do wish Lydia had been included with the girl group.  Last episode felt like it was leading up to that.  

The Reaper storyline continues to be the weakest link because every time we see them the dialogue and interactions feel totally recycled from the time previous.  I feel like it would have totally been helped by a tighter focus and less stretching out because 8 episodes of this is really diluting what I feel like Angela and Co. are going for.  I’m not here for Leah being redeemed or being a bigger focus in any of the episodes because she does nothing of interest for me.  I’m just peeking in on that story for the Daryl of it all.  

Speaking of the Daryl? You lovelies out there gotta stop taking that spoiler source’s recaps at face value because it’s obvious to me at least that there’ some bias at work.  Every action and word coming from Daryl is coming from a place of loyalty to his family and wanting to protect them, no matter how he has to dirty his hands.  Leah is just a means to his ultimate end.  She’s not his future.  She never was.  His future’s already spoken for and 2023 can’t get  here soon enough.  But like Daryl, we have to just survive somehow.  

Oh goodie.  More Maggie and Negan next episode and looks like no real follow up on Connie and the ASZ reunions.  Hopefully, this is yet another instance of the previews being deceiving but I’m not holding my breath.  

Until later, lovelies.  

Hope my word vomit didn’t bore you too much.  

[theimpossibleg1rl]

Life With You

Bucky x Reader One Shot

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, angst. Mostly fluff.

The only sounds in the room was the clock ticking on the wall and the almost rhythmic sound of the monitor that was just barely keeping you alive. Bucky could hardly focus, parts of the argument still playing over and over in his mind, along with the sounds of the gunshot and your screams.

Screams that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

****

“Don’t be reckless this time, Y/N,” he hissed in the dark. You rolled your eyes, making your way through the labyrinth-like hallways. He always did this.

You were still pissed off. The two of you had gotten into it before you left. He told you that you were unprepared. You called him an asshole and threw a picture frame at his head.

“I can handle it,” you quipped, your back pressed against the cold, concrete wall, listening closely. Footsteps. Five men. Armed to the teeth. A smile danced across your lips. Time for some fun.

You took out two easily, Bucky took out two of his own. But you weren’t quite quick enough for number five.

Your scream rang out as you dropped to the ground, a second shot cutting through the air, the man falling dead. “Hey,” Bucky tried you coo, crouching down beside you. “Hey, look at me. Oh my god,” he whimpered, seeing the blood pouring from your chest.

“Baby?,” his voice frantic, full of panic, “can you hear me? Oh, sweetheart.” You tried to reach out to him, your bloody hand coming up to his chest. “B-,” you stuttered, “Bucky?”

“Don’t talk, baby. Okay? Save your strength. Can you do that for me?,” he asked as he picked you up carefully, another scream ripping from your lungs, tearing through him, tears streaming down his face.

You remember just barely seeing his face before everything went black.

****

“I’m sorry.”

“I let this happen. I shoulda been paying better attention. I should be-,” he trailed off, sobs shaking his entire body. He couldn’t breathe. He’d watched you die. Saw the life leave your eyes. Effectively ending Bucky’s world.

Steve poked his head in, giving Bucky a small smile before closing the door behind him. He handed over a cup of coffee, Bucky taking it gratefully. It tasted like burnt mud, but he needed the caffeine to keep him awake.

“Tomorrow,” Bucky told him, his eyes still on you, “tomorrow we’re gonna go buy a ring. I’m gonna do what I shoulda done a long time ago instead of just stringin’ her along for the last two years.”

“I know she’s been wantin’ me to ask. And I keep making excuses like a damn fool. Putting it off cause the idea of getting married scared the shit outta me. I was so damn afraid I’d turn into my old man.”

“He was loud. Beat my mom. Always yelled at Becca and me when he was drunk and belligerent. I just figured that’s what happened to men when they got married. That they turned into monsters.”

He looked at Steve. “I didn’t want to do that to her. I couldn’t. I’d put a bullet in my head before I laid a hand on her in anger. She’s every fuckin’ thing that matters to me. And now I don’t even know if I’m gonna be able to take her home.”

He sighed softly and wiped away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “If I have to bury her, Steve, you’ll have to put me next to her. Cause it’s gonna kill me if she dies. I don’t wanna be in a world she’s not in. I don’t wanna keep goin’ without her. I can’t.”

He let out a heavy breath. You had to wake up. You had to come back to him. It didn’t make any sense to him, you not being there with him. He barely remembered life before he laid eyes on you. Hell, life before you didn’t matter. You were everything to him.

“She’ll be okay,” Steve whispered, cutting through the silence, “she’s tough, Buck. She’s taken bullets before. Been stabbed. Beaten. And she always comes back. Like a cat with nine lives.”

“Yeah, but what happens when those nine run out, Steve? What the fuck do I do then?”

Steve sighed. He wished he had an answer. He knew the prognosis wasn’t good. He knew that you were just barely here. That the doctor just wasn’t sure, that he really couldn’t give a definitive answer. Ultimately, it was up to you.

Would you fight to live? Or would you just be done?

“I need to breathe,” Bucky announced, patting his front pocket, making sure the packet of cigarettes was still there. “I’ll be back, alright?,” he told Steve, who nodded. “Don’t leave her side. I don’t want her to wake up alone.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Bucky.”

****

He lit the cigarette and took a puff, watching as the smoke swirled around. Let it fill his lungs. You hated it when he smoked, always complained about the smell. Refused to kiss him until he brushed his teeth. Said you didn’t wanna kiss an ashtray.

But Bucky was stressed as fuck. More stressed than he ever remembered. And he was scared as hell. Scared that he was going to lose the love of his life. That he’d never get to see your face as he got down on one knee and asked you to be his bride.

He dropped it on the ground and crushed it with his boot. He tossed the remaining pack in the trash can and headed back inside, praying to the God of Thunder that you’d come back to him.

****

He pushed the door open and heard the quiet conversation. Steve talking...to you.

“...Hasn’t left your side, Y/N. He just stepped out for a moment.”

“Thanks, Stevie.”

Your voice was weak, rough and strained from the breathing tube. But you were alive. You were back. You were still here. “Babydoll?,” he asked softly, closing the door. He rounded the corner and met your eyes and his tears spilled over again.

“Hey, Buck.”

He didn’t hesitate to rush over, kissing your head. “My baby, my best girl. God, I’ve missed you so much.”

You smiled up at him as he took your hand. “I’m gonna take you home,” he told you. “I’m gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

****

The stars were shining above the white marquee. The crowd had dissipated, leaving just the two of you on the lawn. His hand held tightly on yours, playing with the platinum band he’d placed just a few hours earlier .

“It’s everything I hoped it would be,” you whispered, looking at him, admiring him in his navy suit, his hair cut short. He looked like a new man. And in a way, he was. You’d made him a new man by coming back to him.

“I’m glad,” he grinned and kissed your lips softly, savoring the taste of you, the lingering champagne on your lips. You tasted like heaven to him. You were heaven to him.

“Can you believe we pulled it off?,” you chuckled, and he laughed back, shaking his head, crinkles in the corners of his blue eyes. “I can. We’ve been plannin’ like crazy people for a year.”

He pulled you close and took you for a spin, grinning as you threw your head back and laughed. You were it, you were absolute perfection to Bucky. All he’d ever wanted in his life, all he didn’t know he wanted.

“So, what next?,” you asked against his lips and he smirked.

“Life, baby. Life with you.”

[edweenie]

"If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself" -Me, while writing RiDe fluff until 3am

Richtofen gazed upon the castle that he grew to enjoy over the past few months. At first he was a little hesitant about being here, but as time went by, he actually had ended up enjoying it- well, as much as he could, anyway. Other than the typical zombie hoards and the constant gnawing of hunger in his stomach, the trip to Austria hadn’t been so bad overall. Though, the cold nights were also a pain in the-

“Hey, Doc?”

Richtofen spun around to the sound of the familiar voice of his American friend.

“What is it, Dempsey?”

“Did I interrupt you muttering to yourself?”

Richtofen crossed his arms.

“I may have a couple loose screws, but I definitely don’t talk to myself!”

Tank rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his face.

“I don’t!”

The Marine ignored him. “Anyways, Doc. You told me we could talk later, so…” Tank raised his eyebrows. “...Now’s a good time?”

Damn it. That’s right. 

Dempsey’s been asking to talk to the German for close to a week now, and every effort has been in vain. Richtofen was terrified of the Marine, however, it never used to be like this. Ever since, back in Germany,  he’d catch himself starring for a second too long, or his stomach turning when he walked past and was able to get a subtle whiff of the American man’s unique scent. And he hoped to God he didn’t remember when Tank had kissed him on the cheek that one time they all got a tad intoxicated… 

He didn’t want Dempsey to notice how he has been acting, though he probably already did. This ‘talk’ is probably Dempsey telling Richtofen to back off. To not be so creepy. He didn’t know what suddenly had gotten a hold of him. It was not like the German to grow feelings for someone, especially so soon. After all, this isn’t highschool. There’s no time or place for puny little crushes.

“Nein, Dempsey. I’m an extremely busy man. Please, go bother Takeo.”

Richtofen made a shooing motion with his hand and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction. 

“Oh, come the hell on, Richtofen!”

Tank picked up a wad of snow before packing it into a ball and throwing it towards the Germans back. Without even a flinch after hitting him spot on, Richtofen’s figure slowly faded into the distance, while Tank stood there with his arms crossed, kicking the snow on the ground. 

“He can be such a little bastard. Who does he think he is, acting all high and mighty when…” Tank cupped his hands around his mouth. “EVERYBODY HERE HATES HIM!” he yelled. 

*Later That Night*

The fire felt so warm against the pale skin of the doctor…

This was always the most peaceful time, when they’d all gather around the fire and eat together, clean their guns, and sometimes talk over the events of the day. Nikolai and Dempsey would always have something to say, whether it was them complaining about the meal or arguing about who killed more zombies. Once you looked past the annoyance of the two, Richtofen and Takeo found themselves, more often than not, chuckling at their behavior. 

“...and then there came out big Russian bear-  at least nine feet tall, with razor sharp claws.”

“What’d you do, Nik? Climb up his back and slit his throat?” Dempsey questioned, sarcasm in his voice as if he didn’t believe the story to begin with.

“Not even close! I kept him as pet.” Nikolai said, matter-of-factly. 

The three chuckled.

“I don’t know why you laugh, this is true story. I had him for three years.”

“Okay, Nik. Whatever you say.”

They continued eating among the warmth of the fire, sprouting comments here and there.

Dempsey sat up and stretched, overexaggerating his groan. 

“Well, friends, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” He said, walking away from the group. “If you need me, don’t.”

After some more time by the fire, the other three men decided to rest as well. Richtofen cleaned all of the cans up while Nikolai and Takeo put out the fire and made sure everything was back in place. 

“I’ll talk to you two tomorrow,” Richtofen said, waving goodnight.

“Goodnight, doctor.” Takeo waved.

*

Richtofen stood by his door, hands on his hips. 

“Do you think it’s funny, American? Do you think it’s funny to annoy me?”

Tank sat there, at the doctors own desk, leaning back in his chair and looking up at him with raised eyebrows and his right leg casually crossed over his left. 

“Do you think it’s funny to constantly blow me off?”

Richtofen let out a single and exaggerated ‘ha’.

“Blow you off? Americans can be so daft! I told you I was busy. Why don’t you run off to bed like you said you were going to, hm? Or does the big bad Marine need to be tucked in?”

“I ain’t going anywhere until you talk to me.”

“Get out before you really piss me off!”

Tank sat up and began to raise his voice. “Talk to me before you piss me off!”

Richtofen kicked the desk. 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” he practically screamed, his voice echoing throughout the stone walls. 

Tank sat there, looking up at the German’s bulging veins and red face. 

“Why are you so angry?” Tank questioned, almost in a whisper. “I just wanted to talk to you.” the American stood up, moving so fast the chair behind him fell backwards. “No wonder nobody here trusts you.” and with that, Tank walks past the German while purposely shoving him with the side of his body. 

**

Richtofen sighed. He’d been tossing and turning for hours. Though struggling with insomnia is a normal occurrence for the doctor, this time was different. He genuinely felt bad for the American. He slowly sat up and began putting on his boots. He knew where Tank normally slept, so he decided to take a walk and ‘accidentally’ run into his sleeping quarters, (with the subtle hopes of him being asleep so he didn’t have to face the man.)

But sure enough, as he walked by the small cell that Dempsey made his cozy living space, he was wide awake, leaned back against the wall with a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Richtofen laughed awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Dempsey slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I slept fine. Just woke up outta nowhere.”

Richtofen started walking closer, eventually stopping about five feet away from his comrade and taking a seat. He sighed, “Look, Demps-”

“I get it, Doc.”

Richtofen looked up at him, puzzled.

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. You’re stressed, you’re confused. You’re under a lot of pressure, and I get it.” Tank took another slow inhale of the cigarette, then proceeded to blow out the smoke. Richtofen’s eyes lit up. “De-”

“But don’t you dare take that frustration out on me for wanting to talk to you.”

Richtofen sighed and looked down at his legs. He was truly ashamed for the way he’d been acting, but he could never in a million years tell Tank why.

Dempsey gestured at the cigarette. “Need a puff?”

“No, thank you.” Richtofen said, twiddling with his thumbs. “I am… truly sorry.” He looked up at the American and met eyes with him. “Truly, truly sorry, Dempsey.”

 

The Marine smirked and stuck the cigarette into the concrete, tossing the butt to the side. 

“I’m free now, if you’d like to talk,” he said, chuckling awkwardly again.

Tank exhaled.

“I just wanted to tell you…”

Richtofen clenched. Here we go. The American’s bright blue eyes met Richtofen's soft green ones, as he met him with a delicate smile.

“I’ve seen how hard you’re working to keep us all on the right track. We’ve all noticed. Whether we trust you or not, that’s another thing. But don’t think we don’t see how much you try…” Tank crossed his arms. “But don’t think I’ve gone soft on ya. I just dont want me to be the one you murder when you turn your back on us.” He winked, and Richtofen chuckled.

“If I were to murder anyone, it’d be that damned Nikolai.”

“Is that a promise, Doc?”

“Oh, it’s a swear.”

They both chuckled, and Richtofen began to feel uneasy, remembering the whole reason he was scared to communicate with Dempsey in the beginning. The feelings were inappropriate… and they were beginning to creep up on the German again. Richtofen hastily got up and began to dust himself off, “Well, nice talk, thank you for your words, but I should really get to bed.”

Tank got up too. “I don’t think you’ll have much time to sleep.” he yawned.

“Ah, it’s always like this.”

Tank slowly stepped in and wrapped his arms around the tired German’s neck, squeezing him almost too hard and practically forcing Richtofen forward. The German, at that moment, was flooded with more emotions than he ever had felt before. What is going on with Dempsey?

Now that Richtofen thought about it, ever since he’d taken the other Dempsey’s soul, he had started acting strange. After the initial cold shoulder towards the German, he almost began acting as if he cares less about what happens to him… like he’d already accepted this was his fate. No- this was not their fate. They would live to see a better tomorrow. Richtofen finally hugged Tank back, even tighter. He ignored the voices in his head telling him he was making a mistake. He needed this, and Dempsey needed this too. He practically felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “We will make it out of here, Dempsey. You just have to…” Richtofen choked back the tears that needed so desperately to flow. “...trust me.”

Tank squeezed tighter. 

“I’ll trust you.”

[mysterioh]

mafia au + meet messy + 18 + bucky pls!

a cool combination! hope you like it!

Mafia!Bucky + This can’t be real. It all feels like a fever dream

Your mother always warned you to never roam the streets at night. When the sun begins to set and the street lights start to flicker on, take it as a sign to get home and get home fast. 

You were a good kid, and you listened to your mother. You weren’t roaming the streets at night. You were just walking home from a late shift, minding your own business. 

It wasn’t your fault a pair of manly dudes decided they wanted to have a showdown on the corner of Tyson and 9th. 

It could have been your fault that they caught you because of the soft gasp that left your lips when you saw the cool metal of a revolver glint under the streetlight. And it was that tiny sound that had you stuck in your current state. Wrapped in a stranger’s arm, your back to his chest with the muzzle of his gun pressed hard against your temple. 

“Put the gun down, Barnes,” Rumlow chuckles darkly, “or I’ll blow the girl’s brains out.” 

You struggle in his arm, turning from left to right to shimmy out of his grasp. You know it’s of no use. He has you locked in his arm, tight and with no intention of letting go. 

You look at the man in front of you. The light above him shines on his figures like a spotlight, accentuating his best features. Short brown locks, piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a sharp jaw. He’s wearing what looks like a very expensive tailored suit. 

Who the hell wears a suit to a fight? 

The gun in his hand is pointed directly at Rumlow. From your perspective his target is you. 

Your heart beats rapidly, pounding at your ribcage. Sweat trickles down the side of your face and your legs are shaking. You plead to him with your eyes,  unable to even formulate a single sentence. 

It doesn’t seem to be working. His eyes were chilling to the bone. 

Rumlow shakes you violently, gun still pressed to your temple. You let out a small cry in pure fear. “Do it, Barnes! Or her blood’ll be on your hands!” 

You whimper in the man’s arm, tears streaming down your face. “Please,” you whisper. 

Bucky stares into your eyes, but remains silent and still. The blood of another innocent soul on his hands. To him that meant nothing. He had hundreds if not thousands already. One more wouldn’t change anything. 

But the look in your glossy eyes and the frown that’s tugging on your lips makes him feel guilty. 

You did nothing wrong so why should you pay for his crime? 

Bucky scoffs silently. There’s no real reason why he should care, but he does. The whispers that leave your lips softens his heart. 

He throws the gun to his side and lifts his hands in surrender. “Alright, man, you win,” he says taking a few steps forward. 

Rumlow grins wickedly and let’s go of you. He pushes you towards Bucky and you slam into his chest. Bucky pushes you back gently with his hands on your shoulders. 

Oh, she’s cute. She’s really cute. 

He gives you a smirk that has you feeling more scared rather than safe. He quickly pushes you behind him as Rumlow shoots at the two of you. Bucky growls in pain as the bullet pierces through his arm. 

You’re frozen in place, feeling numb from the ring that echoes through the lonely street. Your eyes grow wide at the drops of blood that fall from his arm and onto the cement. 

“Get outta here!” he shouts making you jump. 

You quickly turn on your heel and dash down the sidewalk. Eyes shut tight. Hands balled into fists and swinging back and forth wildly as if that’ll help you run faster. 

Another gunshot rings through your ears and you stop abruptly. 

What were you doing? 

He saved you and you’re just going to let him die? 

Do good unto those that do good unto you.

That’s what your mother taught you. 

You turn back towards the two to find your savior hunched over with an arm holding onto his wounded one. 

Yeah, he needs your help. But how are you going to help him? There’s no way you could take Rumlow on. You need to think. You scan your surroundings trying to find anything that can help. With time running short, you start to panic until your eyes fall upon a car. 

A 79’ Chevrolet Camaro, lights on, engine running. 

A smile rises on your face. 

Bingo. 

“Just get it over with already,” Bucky rasped. The second bullet had grazed the side of his leg, but that didn’t stop it from hurting like a bitch. 

He’d try to find his gun, but it’s too dark. Not to mention Rumlow would get to him before he did. He’s played with death before but this time it feels pointless. 

Rumlow laughs from the belly. “That wouldn’t be any fun. I wanna enjoy this.” 

Bucky grunts with a smile. Fucking psycho. 

Well, at least the girl was safe. 

Rumlow takes a single step towards him before being hit by a car. Bucky’s eyes grow wide in confusion. He squints because of the bright headlights. The car runs in reverse then turns around the bend of the corner 

You stick your head out the window. “What the hell are you doing?” you shout at him. “Get in the damn car!” 

Bucky pauses for a second still trying to process everything. He looks at Rumlow, knocked out on the ground. Not dead because he’s still breathing or wheezing. 

The car horn blares in his ears. “Hello?” you shout at him. 

He quickly runs to the car, opens the door, and gets inside. You slam your foot on the gas making the tires screech as it speeds down the street. 

The first few minutes were awkward. Both silent. Your eyes on the street. His eyes on you. You don’t know what to say and neither does he. 

You chuckle with a shake of the head. “This can’t be real. It all feels like a fever dream.” 

Bucky smiles, looking down. “It’s all real, sweetheart, I can promise you that.”

“Don’t call me that,” you retort. 

“Then what do I call you?” he asks with a smirk. 

“Nothing. You don’t need to know my name and I don’t need to know yours.” 

“How mysterious,” he whispers teasingly. A scowl forms on your face and he thinks it’s adorable. “I told you to run. Why did you come back?” 

You sigh, taking a turn. 

Why are you taking a turn? You don’t even know where you’re going. 

“I couldn’t just leave you there,” you replied. “You gave up your safety for me.” 

“But I’m a stranger.” 

“Stranger or not, you’re human,” you reply quickly. “I wasn’t going to let you die.” 

“I’m touched, really,” he says. The lilt to his voice makes him sound like he’s joking, but the smile on his face was genuine. 

You smile as you drive down the street. “Not to be intrusive, but what the hell did you do to piss off that guy? So bad that he was ready to kill you.” 

“Old gang rivalry,” he states flatly. 

The car halts and Bucky jerks forward. 

“You’re in a gang?” you ask (more like shout). 

“Yes,” he sighs, “now please keep driving.” 

You debate whether you should keep driving or jump out of the car and run away. 

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna kill ya,” he chuckles. 

Your head whips towards him. “That’s not—”

“That’s what everything thinks,” he interjects. “Trust me, I know. Anyways, it’d be kinda pointless to kill you after I went through all that trouble to save ya.” 

“Thank you,” you mumble with an embarrassing blush creeping on your cheeks. 

Bucky looks over to you and gives you a wicked grin. “Don’t worry about it, princess,” he says with a wink. 

You huff through your nose and begin to drive. Bucky reaches into the pocket of his coat and pulls out a box of Kent Cigarettes and a lighter. He pulls a stick out and slips it between his lips. 

“Help a guy out here, will ya?” he asks, waving the lighter in his hand. 

You roll your eyes and take the lighter from him. With one hand on the steering wheel, you use the other to strike the lighter on. A small orange flame kindles. Bucky leans over and lights the cigarette in his mouth. Once it’s lighted, he falls back into his seat. You switch if off and drop it in the cupholder. 

Bucky takes a long drag then releases a trail of smoke with a satisfying sigh. 

Good thing the windows were down or you would’ve died from the smell. You hated smoking. 

“How’d you hotwire a car that fast?” he asks.

“I didn’t,” you shook your head, resting an elbow against the edge of the door. “It was already open with a key and everything.”

“That dumbass,” he sneers. 

“I should get you to the hospital.” 

“No,” he denies firmly, cigarette stuck in his mouth. “I’m fine. I don’t need a hospital.” 

“But—” 

“I said no,” he snapped. 

You jump back at his voice and return to focusing on your driving. Bucky notices the way your body stiffens and the frown on your face. 

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean to yell, just not a good night.” 

You chuckle. “That goes for both of us.” 

You turn to him with a smile and he returns it. 

“Listen if you wanna take me anywhere,” he starts before taking another whiff. “Take me to 39th and Dahill in Brooklyn. I got a couple of friends there that’ll help.” 

“Brooklyn?” you question incredulously, “that’s thirty minutes from here!” 

“Then you better speed up,” he chuckles. 

You grunt. “What’s gonna happen to me?” 

Bucky smirks, tapping his cigarette outside the car. “You take me to Brooklyn, and I’ll make sure you get home safe.” 

You turn to meet his eyes, and fucking hell, you’re absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hair flows in the wind coming from the windows. Your emotions were not easily hidden on your innocent face. Confusion was evident in the crease of your lovely brows and in the slight downward curve of your full lips. But your eyes were different, pools of mystery and warmth, pulling him closer to you. 

“That’s my promise to you,” he affirms with a nod. “I’ll get you home safe.” 

You roll your eyes at him before averting your gaze to the street. He simply chuckles in reply as he looks out the window. 

He’s a stranger. 

Your mother always told you to stay away from strangers. But this one was different. His eyes were warm, his smile sweet, his arm bloodied—well, no one’s perfect. 

For some odd reason, you trust this stranger. 

And maybe by the end of the thirty-minute drive to Brooklyn, he won’t be just a pretty blue-eyed nobody. 

At least that’s what you hope. 

[thiccpettybitch]

Made For Loving You Baby

Here is my Porter Gage/Fem! Sole Survivor Fic. If im gonna be honest this is one of (if not THE) fic i am most proud of? It just kinda...worked out so well atleast so far lol. So here is chapter one, if you wanna read the rest you know what to do! AO3 

(like always most if not all of my stories are 18+ everything from sexual content to gore, murder blood and everything inbetween, if you’re not comfy with it i’d suggest you stay away. If you are more interested in what the tags are click the link above) 

’’What. The. Fuck’’

’’Boss?! Ya’ mind knocking?!’’

‘’Not if it’s my own fucking quarters’’

‘’Right, Shit, I’m sorry Boss’’

‘’Boss? You taking orders from some kid now Gage?’’

‘’It ain’t like that’’

‘’The fuck you just say?’’

‘’Woah! Boss relax she didn’t mean nothing by it’’

‘’The hell I didn’t’’

‘’Take your chem whore and get the fuck out Gage!’’

‘’Jealous bitch?’’

‘’Jenni don’t-‘’

‘’You know what? Just fucking stay. I’m outta here’’

‘’Boss wait! Fuck…’’

Gage scrambled for his pants and almost tripped over his own feet as he tried his best to pull them up and walk at the same time.

‘’Gage what the hell? You’re just gonna leave me here?!’’

‘’J- just grab your shit n’ meet me at the bar. I gotta fix this’’

It took what felt like an eternity before the damn elevator finally arrived and he was able to get in it. She was already half through the park, he knew it. He had seen how fast she could storm off if she was pissed off enough and this time she was just about ready to kill someone… more than usual that is.

His heart was pumping wildly in his chest and for the first time since all that bullshit with Connor he was scared. Sure Colter had been fucking crazy when he got pissed off, killing and hurting anyone or anything that got in his way but things were different with-

It hit him like a fucking brick wall, he didn’t know what to call her besides Boss, he never even took the fucking time to ask something as simple as that and now she was mad as hell roaming either Nuka World or heading back to the commonwealth. He couldn’t let her turn out like Colter but have her just skip out wasn’t an option either, he had to find her – fast.

The elevator stopped and he rushed out half running hoping that she’d end up just standing outside having a smoke or bashing some Disciples head in for staring at her ass. His gut twisted when she was nowhere to be found, he had to figure out just where the hell she would have gone and that was fast.

‘’Hey Gage’’

Gage – startled to all hell – turned around to see Savoy lighting a cigarette and blowing out smoke towards the sky.

‘’Savoy’’

Gage greeted, it wasn’t a secret that the Boss wasn’t a fan of the Disciples (considering the fact that she could be quite brutal and had a…thing for knifes and blades) it was a bit of a surprise. What was even more surprising though was the fact that she got rather well along with Savoy – to put it simply Gage didn’t like it. He never knew what was going on inside that guys head and trying to read it from his expression was a waste of time even when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous mask.

‘’You lookin’ for OB?’’

‘’Yeah, you seen her?’’

He took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke away from Gages face like he was considering if he should tell him or not.

‘’Yeah, I saw her. She was heading towards that old gas station, pissed as hell too. What did you do?’’

Gage wanted to snap at him for just assuming it was him but seeing as it actually was he just sighed.

‘’Brought a guest up to her quarters, got a bit. . . carried away’’

Savoy snorted and choked on some smoke.

‘’Yeah, if I caught you in my bed with your pants around your ankles I’d be mad too, would probably just kill you though so you might want to look out’’

‘’Yeah well she ain’t some blood thirsty savage’’

‘’If you say so. You better hurry up before she actually decides to go after you’’

‘’Ya, thanks for the help.’’

--

Gage stopped in front of the old Red Rocket station his hand hovering in front of the door, he had to give her props she knew what she was doing. The entire station had been secured with Turrets and a huge fence surrounding the entire station. She had built a foundation on the roof and another floor with a bedroom and more. Although the three gangs had helped build the place it was hers and they knew not to invade her privacy.

Gage didn’t know what to expect, last person who just barged in had ended up with a broken arm and pissed himself when she had pulled out her blade. And she hadn’t even been mad at the time just asserting her dominance. At least that’s what Mason had called it.

She wasn’t ever mean to Gage if anything she was nicer to him than anyone else, he saw her as a friend sure but was often reminded that no matter age or height she was the Over Boss and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was just never mean or hostile towards him.

‘’Fuck it’’

He mumbled and slid the door open, he waited a second to see if she would have been there to greet him with a knee to the gut but she was nowhere to be found. He closed the door behind him and headed for the upstairs ‘’bedroom’’ and sure enough she was sitting at her desk staring at a cigarette box.

‘’Hey Boss… You okay?’’

No answer.

‘’You worried me there, thought ya’ might have just skipped out on us – headed back to the commonwealth’’  

No answer.

‘’Shit… Boss I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t hav-‘’

‘’You could do better’’

Gage was taken a back and had to convince himself he had actually just heard her say that.

‘’Ain’t like I’m planning on settling down with her or anything we were just fucking’’

‘’In my bed.’’

‘’Now come on Boss, how many times I gotta tell ya’ I’m sorry?’’

He sighed and sat down on a couch in front of the bed. How she managed to get such a clean mattress he’d never know.

‘’What’s this all about Boss?’’

‘’You fucking in my bed’’

‘’I ain’t talking about that! How come you ain’t yelling at me, throwing shit hell I’ve seen you snap at people for just staring at ya’ for too long’’

‘’Your point?’’

‘’Where is the anger? Why is it never directed towards me?’’

She went quiet again reaching for the box of cigarettes and pulling one out, she placed it in between her lips and turned to him. Gage couldn’t help but chuckle she never brought her own lighter. He got up and walked up to her flipping out his lighter and placing it in front of her.

‘’Would you believe me if I said I respect you?’’

‘’No’’

He grinned and she just rolled her eyes taking a drag from the stick in between her lips.

‘’What If I told you I can relate to you’’

She held up the box and he pulled out his own cigarette lighting it and taking a drag himself.

‘’How so?’’

‘’A lot of ways. I Hate being the center of attention, always has. Hate how easily i get attached… I trust people and they end up stabbing me in the back’’

‘’Ya, people don’t often deserve trust’’

‘’No I’m serious the bastard actually stabbed me before he ran out with a bag full of my caps and my finest Bourbon’’

He snorted and shook his head, he missed that one-sided smile she had.

‘’I trust you.’’

He stopped smiling and looked up at her, her tone had changed and she was staring at him now all amusement wiped off her face.

‘’I- uh… Trust ya’ too Boss-‘’

‘’Don’t- don’t say it unless you mean it Gage. I just wanted you to know that I know what it feels like, and that I really do trust you’’

She took a last drag before she put it out and exhaled the smoke through her nose.

‘’No need for an answer now or ever i-‘’

‘’I trust ya’ Boss. I really do’’

She looked him in the eyes again and smiled, her eyes looking strangely beautiful in the dim light.

‘’Now can we be done with all this emotional shit?’’

Gage laughed nervously, truth be told he did find her beautiful, her eyes her hair her skin, everything. He remembers the time he had to help her clean a gash on her cheek and he got to slide his thumb over her cheek.

God damn if that wasn’t the smoothest skin he’d ever felt under his fingers, he was no stranger to women or the way their skin felt under his touch but never had he felt such warm and smooth skin. Weird as hell that he was even thinking about this shit.

‘’Gage how fucking long has it been for you’’

‘’I- What?’’

‘’You can’t sit quietly for a few minutes before you’re all flustered’’

‘’I ain’t thinking about fuckin’ Boss!’’

‘’Mhm… You should get back to that lovely old lady before she runs off’’

‘’I only paid for an hour anyways’’

‘’Jesus H Christ Gage you paid for her old ass?!’’

He groaned loudly with a look of defeat across his face, yup she was back to normal.

[eddieismypimp]

Shouldn’t have done that.

Oscar x plus size black reader (gotta show love to my QUEENS)

Summary: Oscar and "Y/N" have been fighting all day, it gets a little out of hand and he buys you a puppy to make up for it.

Warnings: I NEVER KNOW HOW TO END THESE SHITS SO THE ENDINGS ARE ALWAYS STUPID. Cussing, little bit of violence, yelling, arm grabbing, if that freaks you out please please don't read this. Also, I hate writing shit about fighting because I come from trauma and I always take it to far because thats what I'm used to so I'm sorry lol <3

A/N PLEASE PLEASE READ: I DO NOT support any type of abuse IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT even arm grabbing but I put it in this story and I'm so sorry if any of you who reads this is going through abuse or anything like that. With everyone being quarantined and kids being at home with their parents, there's a possibility that they are in actual danger and it terrifies me and hurts my heart to even think about that. Please dont be afraid to ask someone for help if you're in that situation. You can text me anytime if you need a friend and we can just talk. I pray for the babies who are in bad situations right now. I love you all.

                                      Y/N POV

"Just drop it y/n." Oscar said sitting at the kitchen table sipping his coffee. "What I decide for Cesar isn't your concern."  Wow.... that shit HURTED. ''I know I haven't been around since the very beginning but that doesn't mean that I don't care about you and Cesar." I said. "That doesn't change the fact that you weren't the one that raised him since he was a little child." He said standing up and walking to the kithcen. I followed him, not ready to finish this conversation yet. He wasn't gonna win this time. He needed to see my point.  "I had to give up EVERYTHING to make sure there was food on the table and he was taken care of." He said getting a little loud. "Baby, theres no need to get loud." I said. "I know you have given up a lot for Cesar and I think you're amazing for it.... but do you really think Cesar wants this life?" I asked. He didn't say anything. "I know you just want him to be protected but is this really the best way to go about it? Is there really no other way you can protect him without getting him involved in this shit?" I asked again. "It's not to late.. for either of you. I know you think it's to late for you but you can still get out baby you ca-." I was cut off by Oscar slamming his cup on the counter. I flinched and gasped. He turned around getting in your face. "Don't speak on shit you know nothing about." He said it calmly but I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. With that he walked away and I stood there dumbfounded.

                            -time skip-

It's been about an hour since Oscar and I had that argument and I've been sitting in the living room watching Coco. That movie always makes me feel so much better. Miguel is the cutest! I was  singing along to Un Poco Loco when I seen Oscar walking towards the door. "Where you goin?" I asked him worried. He looked at me. "Cesar needs me." "I'm coming with you." I said getting up and turning off the t.v. I slid my Nike slides on and walked out behind him getting into the car.

                            -another time skip-

"Why is Cesar in Brentwood?" I asked looking at Oscar. "Him and his friends were trick or treating." He said not taking his eyes off the road. "Oh." Was all I said as I looked out the window. We finally pulled up to this house party and I seen Cesar standing in front of this white boy. We got out the car. "Oh so you think you're hard?" I heard the kid say. The fuck is goin on? He better not be comin at my little baby crazy! I thought to myself. "No... but he is." Cesar said pointing at Oscar. Oscar walked up on the boy with me right behind him. Ope- this kids in for it now. The kid looked at me. Oh Christ. I internally rolled my eyes. "Well.. look at you. Aren't you beautiful." He said which disgusted me to my SOUL. I had an idea though. I faked a smile and pushed past Oscar. "Thank you." I said caressing his face. "You're not to bad yourself." Which was an absolute lie. The kid looked ROUGH. He also had a fake tear drop tattoo and it was very obvious he was trying to look like a cholo. I was gonna end it there knowing Oscar was already jealous as shit and we would have some bomb ass makeup sex later but when I turned around, I felt a hard slap on my ass. "Yo what the fuck!?" I said turning around and slapping the kid in the face. Before anyone could say or do anything else, Oscar gently pushed me outta the way and grabbed the kid by his shirt. "Aye, don't touch my girl homie!" Oscar got all up in his face. "I'm sorry man, she came onto me." The kid said clearly terrified.  Oscar saw the fake tear drop and got noticeably more angry. If that was even possible. He licked his thumb and wiped it off the kids face. Then wiped his own tattoo, which didn't come off. "This shits real." He said. "Please, what do you want?" The kid asked with tears in his eyes. I laughed a little to myself. Who's tough now, pussy? Oscar let go of his shirt and tilted his head at Cesar telling him to come over. As Cesar was telling the kid what he wanted, Oscar turned towards me grabbing my arm and leading me to the car. I got in and he did too shortly after. We waited in silence for Cesar. Him and Monse walked up to the car and I got out to let them in. Once they were in you sat back down. "How is everyone else getting home?" I asked looking at Cesar. I can't help it, I worry about everything. "Ruby's abuelita is taking them." He said. "Oh okay." I said facing the front less worried. Oscar started driving as we all sat in silence. It got a little to quiet so I grabbed the aux cord and started playing my favorite song. I knew Cesar and Monse liked the song to because they were in the back straight vibin. I was playing the song get back by pop smoke. (r.i.p papi) That song was a straight bop. Oscar showed no emotion though. He just sat there in silence. focusing on the road. I gave a slight frown thinking my plan didn't work but put my focus back on the song.

                               -time skip-

It was like that the rest of the car ride. Me playing bomb ass music while me, cesar and monse jammed out and oscar just sitting there with literally no emotion. We finally got to Monse's house and I let her and Cesar out. Cesar was gonna stay at her place tonight since her dad was out of town. Which actually worked out perfectly, now me and Oscar will have the whole house to ourselves. I internally smirked thinking about what could go down tonight. I was excited. We finally pulled into the driveway of our house. Oscar got out without saying anything and went straight to the door to unlock it. What the fuck? I thought. I got out and walked in the house. "Oscar, what's the matter?" I asked wrapping my arms around him from behind. "You haven't said anything since we left Brentwood." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked coldly. That threw me off and I backed up a little as he turned around to look at me. "What?" I asked genuinely confused. "You think you can just pull that shit and I won't get pissed?" He asked. I started giggling realizing that my plan did work. "So you think the shit is funny now?" He raised his voice stepping all up on me. My smile left my face quick as shit. "Wh- no.. I-" I was cut off by Oscar grabbing my arms pretty harshly. I gasped. "Why you out here actin like a whore?" He asked, his voice still raised like I wasn't right in front of him. "Oscar, you're hurting me." I said. I was kinda shook right now because I didn't think he would get mad enough to actually hurt me. "I don't give a fuck." He said tightening his grip. I had tears in my eyes now, this is starting to scare me a little. "You're supposed to be my girl... not touchin up on some fools right in front of me." He said, still not letting go. "Oscar, I only did that to get your attention. I didn't think you'd for real get mad." I said struggling to get my arms out of his grip. His eyes softened a little and he finally let go. I rubbed my wrists backing up. "Mama... I'm so sorry..." He said trying to pull me into a hug but I backed away. I looked at him for a moment before turning around and walking to our shared bedroom locking the door and falling on the bed crying. A few moments later I heard the front door close and the car start.

                              Oscars POV

Why did I let it get to me like that..? I love y/n with my whole heart. Why would I ever hurt her? "What the fuck do I do?" I asked myself. I parked my car in a park so I can think of ways to make it up to my little baby. "Okay Oscar.. think... Something that will make her happy..." I finally got it. A fucking puppy. She's been asking me for one for like two months now. I only knew one pet shop that was open this late so I started my car and drove there.

                               -time skip-

I got there and I looked for about 20 mintues before I found the perfect one.I picked him up and brought him to the worker. "This is the one I want." I said. "Okay," She said taking him from me. "I'm gonna have you pick out a collar, a leash, dog food, and food bowls for him." The lady said. I nodded my head going to pick the shit out. I got all the stuff and went to the counter. She rang up all my shit and then gave me some papers to sign. "What do you want to name him?" She asked me. I had to think for a minute. What's a name y/n would pick...? Oh wait.. I can name him Miguel. Her little ass loves Coco and thats her favorite character. I told the lady what I wanted to name him and she wrote it down somewhere on the paper I just filled out. She bagged up my stuff and handed me Miguel. "Have a nice night!" She said smiling. "Thank you, you too." I took all my stuff and walked out to my car.

She's gonna love him. I thought. I put all the stuff in the backseat and got him settled in the front seat. I took a picture of him for memories. Then I started driving home.

                             -time skip-

                        Still Oscar's POV

I finally got home. I stayed in the car for a minute trying to figure out the right words to say. I hope I can fix this. I love her so much. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I grabbed the bags from the back seat and then grabbed the puppy. I opened the front door as quietly as I possibly could. The lights in the living room and kitchen were on and so was the t.v. Of course she's watching Coco. I didn't see her on the couch tho. Shes probably in the kitchen. I sneakily walked over to the couch and sat everything down including the puppy. I walked toward the kitchen to see if she was in there but she wasn't there either. Right when I was about to walk to our bedroom, she walked out of the bathom and we almost bumped into each other. She didn't say anything, and she tried to walk past me. "Wait, baby.." I said.

                             Y/n POV

I tried to walk past Oscar but he wouldn't let me. "Wait, baby.." He pleaded. "Please just listen." I sighed but decided to listen to what he had to say. "Okay Oscar." I said quietly. He let out a sigh of relief. "Baby, I am sorry." He said taking a step closer to me. I took a step back. Not because I was scared but because it was my natural instinct. He had a pained expression but he continued. "I love you and I don't know why I acted like that." I just sood there. "I would never hurt, and I'm sorry.. I took it way to far. It'll never happen again." I was staring at my feet but I could feel his eyes on me. "Please mami. Please forgive me." He pleaded. I couldn't stay mad at him for long. "Okay, Oscar. I forgive you." I said. "Oh thank God." He said pulling me into a hug. "I love you so much." He said kissing me all over my face. I giggled. "I love you too papi." I said smiling at him. "Come here boo, I got something for you." He said grabbing my hands and leading me into the living room. I was mad confused until I saw the most beautiful puppy I have ever seen. I gasped SO loud. "Oh my goooooood.... Oscar, is he mine?" I asked looking at Oscar. "Yes ma'am, all for you." He said smiling at me. I smiled back at him as I went to go pick up the puppy. "Awwwww,babe. I love him." I said cuddling the puppy. "Whats his name?" "I named him Miguel." He said proudly. I melted. "I love it boo. He's perfect." I started to tear up. "Aw baby, don't cry." Oscar said hugging me. Everything was quiet for a while until I heard Oscar sniffling. I looked up at him and he had tears in his eyes. "Babe.. what's wrong?" I asked worried. "I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you like that ever. I know buying presents isn't gonna make up for it, but I just want you to know i'll never hurt you again." He said kissing my forehead. "You don't have to cry baby. We both did stuff we regret tonight. But it's okay, we can talk it out and work this out and become better than ever." I said, planting kisses all over his sweet little face. "This is why I love you." He said. The rest of the night, me, oscar and our new puppy cuddled and watched Coco.

[iflostreturntosteverogers]

What A Birthday

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Kelsey (FOC)

Warnings: Angst, smut, house fire, fluff

Beta’d by: @sorenmarie87 and @fictionalabyss

Header by: @sorenmarie87​

A/N: This was for @fictionalabyss‘s birthday and her cash in for the Den of Sleaze motivational points. 

You bit your lip as you stared at your ringing cell, an old picture of you and Sam lighting up the screen. “Hello?” 

“Hey, I was just calling to check in and to say Happy Birthday.” You can hear Dean start to yell the Happy Birthday song from the background, making you smile. 

“Thanks. Tell Dean that was lovely and I miss him. Now why are you really calling me, Sam?” 

“We’re in town…”

“No.” You were quick to shut him down. You weren’t playing house with him for him to up leave again. 

“I didn’t even finish.” He argued. 

“And you don’t have to. The answer is no. You’re not coming over, we’re not gonna have sex and pretend like you won’t be gone in the morning just like every other time. No.” You hang up before he can get another word out.

      “Hey, I’m a little busy with the big group at table 11. Do you care to grab the ones that just sat in my section?” Kelsey asked as you were ringing up one of your tables. 

“Yeah, no problem,” you offered her a smile. The poor kid’s third day and they had given her a group of 15. Turning towards her section, you instantly regret the decision. “Winchester’s,” you mutter under your breath. 

Dean’s smile takes up his face when you walk up, Sam on the other hand looks nervous as hell. “Let me guess. Dean, you want a double cheeseburger and a slice of pie? Pecan and yes, I made it this morning. And Sam, you just want a house salad with blue cheese?” Sam nods, barely making eye contact with you as you write the order down. Dean grabs your wrist as you walk away, turning you to him. 

“You’re awfully grumpy for a birthday girl.” 

“Dean, let me go. I’m working.” Your eyes dart to Sam and Dean takes the hint letting you go. 

The boys eat and leave without another word to you. You make your way over to clear the table and find a note written sloppily on a napkin with a $100 bill. 

Happy birthday, princess. 

I know you’re pissed at Sam, but I’m only a call away if you need me.

 -Dean

      You bring the bottle of whiskey up to your lips. “Happy birthday to me,” you say, holding the bottle up and taking another long pull. “What am I doing? Fuck this, I’m not gonna lay here and re-break my heart of those damn puppy eyes.” You stand, tilting slightly before you correct yourself and make your way down the hall to your bathroom. 

You place the bottle on the sink and rest both hands on the edge, staring at yourself hard in the mirror. Hair disheveled and makeup under your eyes, a twelve hour shift and half a bottle of whiskey were doing you no favors. Pushing off the sink, you walk over to the porcelain tub. You turn the water on and pour in what’s probably considered too much bubble bath. While you wait for the tub to fill, you quickly wash your face and brush the tangles from your hair before piling it in a bun on top of your head. 

You slip into the hot water, turning the faucet off with your foot. The heat works to loosen your tense muscles, making you feel more human. Leaning your head back, you let out a sigh. Stupid Sam Winchester with his big puppy dog eyes and long hair. Your mind conjures up an image of Sam, naked and staring at you like a five course meal. Your hand dips under the water to your sex, parting your lips to circle around your clit. You clear your head of everything but a memory of Sam. Blame on it on the whiskey or lack of sex but you no longer cared. 

Sam loved to watch you play with yourself, loved to see the pleasure on your face. “Faster, baby.” He commanded, a wicked grin on his face. You follow his order happily, you’re so close to coming you can almost taste it. “Stop.” 

“Sammy,” you whine his name. You knew this game all too well. He walks over to you and grips your chin. 

“You don’t come, unless I tell you. You understand me?” 

“Yes, Sir.” Sam sheds his clothes, your eyes following his every move. Those hands capture your attention. Long fingers gracefully undoing the buttons of his shirt, unbuckling his belt. “See something you like?” He chuckles and you nod. He cradles your face, slipping his thumb in your mouth and silently commands you with his eyes. You close your eyes and suck. He lets out a low rumble, the sound going straight to your clit. “Good girl.” 

He removes his thumb from your mouth and settles himself between your legs. Parting your lips, he leans in his tongue targeting your clit. You cry out, a hand shooting out to tangle in his hair, the other gripping the sheets. Continuing his assault on your clit, he inserts 2 fingers, scissoring you open. 

“Sammy!” You cry out, your body arching in the bath. Water splashes to the floor as you come down from your orgasm, settling back into the bath. “Fuck.” 

Draining the tub, you stand on shaky legs and wrap a towel around yourself. You stumble to bed, collapsing on top of the mattress, all your energy spent.

      “I’m going over there. I’ve gotta talk to her.” Sam stands, pacing the motel room. 

“I don’t know, dude. She wasn’t exactly happy to see you today.”

“I know, but I just have this gut feeling. I need to do this.” Sam’s voice is desperate, higher in pitch than normal. Dean looks up from the laptop, eyes searching Sam’s face. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the keys to Baby, tossing them to Sam. 

“Go.” 

      Sam pulls off the main road and onto the gravel road that leads to your place. The choking smell of smoke filters in through the open windows. Sam’s stomach tightens and he presses the gas down as far as it will go. 

His eyes widen in shock at the sight before him. Your house is fully engulfed in flames. He throws the impala in park, rushing to get out. Sam frantically searches for you outside. “Fuck, baby! Where are you?” 

He runs around to the side of your house, jumping to see in your bedroom window. You’re lying naked on the bed, a whiskey bottle in your hand. He has no idea if you’re alive or dead and fire is creeping towards your body. He looks around for something to break your window, spotting a brick at the edge of the woods. He runs to grab it and chucks it as hard as can at your window, shattering the glass. He jumps up and hauls himself through the busted window, not caring about the shards of glass cutting into his skin. All he cares about is getting to you. 

“Baby, wake up! C’mon, don’t leave me like this.” Sam shakes you hard. Hoping and praying, he can wake you. “Baby!” You shoot up with a gasp and start coughing. Sam cradles your face in both hands. “Oh thank god. We gotta go, baby.” 

“Sam?” You squint at him, but let him pull you to the window. You’re too overwhelmed by the smoke choking your lungs and his presence to really take in what’s happening. 

“You gotta jump, okay. It’s not too far. You can do it. Go!” He shoves at you desperately to get you moving. You carefully climb through and jump out. You land on your feet and tuck yourself as you roll forward and collapse on your back trying to take in fresher air as you watch Sam jump through and land. No sooner than he hits the ground, the rest of the windows explode, sending glass flying. 

“C’mon, baby girl. Let’s get you outta here.” He stands and pulls you to your feet. Your trance breaks. You turn away from Sam and vomit. He quickly grabs your hair out of your face and rubs your back. “Are you okay?” You wobble a bit on your feet, but nod your head. Sam looks at the burning house, knowing you need to get farther away. “I’m gonna carry you, okay?” 

Sam picks you up bridal style and carries you to Baby. You’re shaking so hard, he’s worried you’re going into shock. He lays you down in the front seat and walks back to the trunk to call 911 and grab you a blanket. Covering your body, he relays your address and the situation to the person on the phone. 

“Sammy?” Your voice sounds so pitiful and it breaks his heart. What a fucking birthday. 

“I’m here, baby.”

     You walk out of the motel bathroom, still a bit stunned by the events of the night. Sam has saved your life. Again. If he hadn’t come to talk to you, you’d be dead. The thought sends a shiver up your spine. 

“Dean went to go get you some clothes but I laid out a shirt and a pair of boxers of mine you can wear.” 

“Thank you, Sammy.” You drop your towel and stand between his legs. Lacing your fingers in his hair, you pull his head back and lean down to press your lips to his. 

“Baby, you’ve been through the ringer. We don’t need to..” You cut him off with another kiss. 

“Sam, I almost died. Give me this. I want it.” He pulls you down into his lap. Hand tangling in your hair, the other pulling you closer to him. 

“You scared the hell out of me. I thought I had lost, that I was going to lose you.” He shakes his head. The fear and pain maring his beautiful features. “I love you. I was trying to save you when I pushed away, telling you we wouldn’t be anything more than people who fucked occasionally. I could see your heartbreaking and I hated it. I thought I was doing you a favor.” 

“You’re an idiot, Sam Winchester, but I love you too.” 

Tags: @sorenmarie87, @leave-me-2-rot-among-the-flowers

[yikesharringrove]

Can I request numbers 32+23, or 44+19 as harringrove prompts? Only if you feel up to it. Thank you.

Thanks for the request! Lowkey I think they all kinda make sense together so I’m gonna try to include them all 😬 I was lowkey imagining a modern college au but it never actually comes up sooo 🤷‍♀️.

23: “Come near me again and I’ll kiss the shit outta you.” “Don’t you mean ‘kick?’” “No.”

32: Angry love confession

44: Workout buddies

19: “You do know it’s rude to stare, right?”

I’m using a new list for all future prompts!

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Steve was laying on the floor.

He had been working his core when he noticed Billy doing squats and lunges up and down the length of the gym’s back wall. He had a bar on his shoulders, the weight of it and the added plates somewhere near two-hundred pounds. Steve was focused on his legs, the short shorts he was wearing kept riding up, tightening around his ass as he squatted and lunged.

Steve wasn’t even pretending to do anything besides openly watch. It wasn’t like he was the only one; most people, most women, would watch him go through his routine. Steve couldn’t blame them. Billy’s hot.

“You do know it’s rude to stare, right?”

Steve turned his head on his mat. Another guy was placing a mat down near his, throwing Steve a wink and beginning his own crunches. Steve smiled sheepishly. The guy was cute, not Billy hot, but he had a nice smile and pretty green eyes and Steve though why the fuck not?

He and Billy had been friends for a few years now, with nothing else developing between the two of them. Maybe it was okay to, move on.

“Nah, just makin’ sure the idiot doesn’t hurt himself. He likes to show off.”

“Good to know you don’t like show-offs, I was definitely gonna try that.” Steve flushed. It’s been a while since he’s been hit on. Most people see him with Billy and assume.

“Billy’s a bit of an attention whore,” the guy snorted. “I’m Steve.”

“Aidan.” They shook hands, Aidan holding onto his a little bit longer than necessary, although Steve wasn’t complaining.

Billy clued into Steve laughing from across the room. He was sitting up from where he had been laying pathetically watching Billy. He was laughing with some guy, obviously turning on the old Harrington charm. Billy finished his reps as quickly as he could, it wasn’t totally worth it if his Pretty Boy wasn’t gawking from across the room. He plopped down next to Steve, leaving no space between their bodies.

“You ready to go, Sweet Thing?” Billy was intentionally ignoring this other guy, slinging an arm around Steve. “You wanna grab dinner on the way home?”

“Well, I mean, Aidan asked me out. To dinner. Tonight.”

Billy was gonna lose his fucking mind. He smiled, making sure to show all his teeth to the fucker that thought he could swoop in on Steve, on his Steve.

“Have fun, then. I’ll see you at home, Pretty Boy.”

Billy got up and left, turning up his music as loud as he could stand and seethed all the way home.

He angrily took a shower, angrily made dinner for himself, and angrily sat in his room listening to music on his big headphones.

Steve came in a few hours later, banging around the apartment like he always did, humming to himself and just making more noise than one person should be able to make. Billy thinks it's endearing. Steve likes noise, growing up in that lonely house made him resent quiet. Billy likes that he can always hear Steve, know where he is in the shoebox they share.

Tonight, Billy is too pissed off to think it’s cute. Especially ones Steve comes happily slamming himself into Billy’s room and onto his bed.

“That was more fun than I’ve had in a long time. Fuck I haven’t been on a date in so long.”

“Can you get the fuck off my bed, please? Thanks.” Steve sat up, furrowing his eyebrows at Billy.

“Bill, are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Yes, Harrington. Something fucking happened. Just leave me the fuck alone.” Steve’s face fell. Billy was usually better these days, softer, especially with Steve who needed soft.

“Are you sure I can’t do anything to help you?” He shuffled up the bed a little bit. Billy sprang up and stalked to the bathroom.

“No, you can’t. You are the reason I’m feeling like this.” He slammed the bathroom door loud enough to cover Steve’s miserable little gasp. He could hear Steve shuffling around in the hall, obviously battling with his need to respect Billy’s wishes to leave him alone, and his need to comfort and protect Billy.

He knocked softly on the door.

“I’m sorry for, whatever I did. I don’t-I’ll leave you alone I guess.” Billy swung the door back open.

“Come near me again and I’ll kiss the shit outta you.” Steve whirled around.

“Don’t you mean ‘kick?’” his eyebrows furrowed.

“No.” Billy swept past him and into his room again, trying to shut the door only to have Steve throw it back open.

“Billy, what the fuck?” Steve was tense, obviously pissed off. Billy, quite frankly, didn’t think he had a reason to be. “You can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“All the time, you never make a fucking move. We’ve lived together for years. We know, pretty much everything about each other. We’re so touchy, because you know that I’m tactile and clingy, and-and you play with my hair and let me sleep in your bed and don’t judge me for the dumb shit I do, and I have been in love with you for years. YEARS, Billy. And you know, no one has hit on me in a really long fucking time, because people assume you and I are together but finally, finally, a cute guy flirts with me, and I decide that maybe I should move on, because being in love with my asshole roommate, who has fucked every guy in this city except for ME, is shitty! It sucks, Billy. So I go on a date. And I have a good fucking time. And I want to come home and tell my best friend that I had fun on a date, but you pull this shit, and say stuff about kissing me and Billy, it’s not fucking fair!”

Billy had never seen Steve worked up like this, even when people at his job were being shitty, even when he got a bad grade on something and got emotional about it.

“I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t, I didn’t think you felt like that about me, I was kinda just, taking what I could get from you. And you haven’t been with someone in so long, I could deal with, with pretending but then you were ALL OVER that fucker and I got so mad. You’re not like that with me and I couldn’t, pretend, anymore.” Billy felt like a fucking idiot. 

“You wouldn’t have had to pretend if you had gotten your head out of your ass.” Steve looked disgruntled, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I blew it, didn’t I? You got that other guy now.”

“You didn’t blow it. You just owe me a lot of good dates.” Steve turned on his heel, walking towards his own room, stopping in the doorway to speak to Billy again. “And he was a fun date, but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as much as I love you.” He continued walking. Billy stood shell-shocked as the door to Steve’s room quietly clicked shut.

Billy was up early the next day, pulling out all the stops for breakfast. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, sausage, fresh fruit, pancakes, Billy had made it all. Steve liked stupid romantic shit. Billy was hoping if he went above and beyond enough, he could fix everything.

Steve wandered into the kitchen blearily just as Billy was searching the tiny kitchen for some sort of tray he could use to bring Steve his breakfast.

“No! I was making you breakfast in bed! Go back to bed!” Steve looked at Billy blankly and continued pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Fine, you little shit. Here’s your food.” He gestured around the kitchen.

“Uh, thanks, Bill. What’s it all for, though?”

“Well, I fucked up. I know that, and you said I didn’t totally blow it, but that I owe you some really good dates, and I know you love that soft shit, so I called out of work, and I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed, and I thought we could, like, eat it together?” Billy’s face was bright red, he just knew it. Steve’s face, on the other hand, had lit up, his eyes going all soft.

“God, Bill. That’s so sweet. Thank you.” Billy’s pretty sure that Steve’s smile could end wars.

“And I don’t think I told you last night, but I love you. I love you so fucking much and I’m sorry for being a jackass about it, before.” He moved over to Steve, pressing him against the kitchen counter. Steve scooched himself until he was sitting on the counter, Billy standing between his thighs.

“I forgive you, Bill. I really do. I mean, I coulda made a move too. I just-you know I doubt myself and you know I’m scared of, of rejection and all that good stuff. And I think I'd die if I got rejected by you.”

Billy leaned in to kiss Steve. He tasted like coffee and morning breath. Billy is sure he tasted like the cigarettes he had nervously chain-smoked out the kitchen window this morning.

“Baby, I’m never gonna reject you. Mac n’ Steve, you’re it for me.”

“God this feels like a sappy fuckin’ dream.” Steve giggled. “Grab the food. Let’s go to bed.”

They spent the sweet morning in bed, eating breakfast and lazily kissing, the first date of many.