#they always wanna leave Me a shitty store to come into and then get an attitude when they have to stay late because again

[useful-boy]

Hate when bitches at this store try to tell me "Ummm I need you to start the audit already, we're supposed to leave by 11" like damn that's crazy maybe if you left me a better store or did anything to help me out I wouldn't be starting so late after picking up all your bullshit

[tootiecakes234]

I just know you would receive “gifts” from Katsuki all the time. They’d be little things to make your life easier that you didn’t even know you needed.

You like to read at night to unwind, but sometimes it’ll be a really good book so you want to stay up reading it. The thing is you don’t wanna bother Katsuki cuz you know he has a strict bedtime. This means often times you’ll stay a little longer in the living room reading as to not bother him.

One night you’re getting ready for bed when you see a box next to your bed.

“Hey Kat, is this yours?”, you say loud enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

He peaks his head out the door and says, “No, I ordered it for you.” And then goes back to what he was doing.

You sit on the edge of the bed and open it up. It’s a reading light with a dampener so you can adjust the brightness.

He comes dragging his little slippered feet towards his side of the bed.

“Now you can keep your ass in bed. Tired of waking up and you being asleep on the couch. I’m an old man, I can’t keep carrying you to bed.”

You look at him with a bright smile on your face.

“You know you can just say, you like me being in the bed with you while you’re sleeping. You know, because I’m your big bad protector and I make you feel safe.”

“There is no talking to you sometimes you know that?”

It’s winter time and you always have your gloves on because you HATE your fingers being cold. The only problem is of course you have to remove said gloves to use your phone when you’re out and that SUCKS.

You’re out with him one day and you’ve been texting back and forth with Mina because her and her girlfriend are in an argument and she of course comes to you about it.

You are always there for your friend so you’ve been removing and putting on your gloves over and over again until Katsuki can’t stand it anymore.

You’re outside on a bench waiting for him while he runs into some shop when he comes back out he snatches your phone out of your hand.

“What the hell? I’m usin-“ you start shouting at him.

“ give me those shitty gloves and put these on. I’m sick of watching you struggle.”

When you look down you see a pair of gloves in your favorite color.

“How are these any different from the ones I have now, Mr. Know-it-all”

He smirks at you, “These gloves are thicker than those thin ones you use AND they work on smart phones.. so yea. I do know it all.”

“Oh…. Well thanks I guess” you murmur lowly.

“Now you can talk Racoon eyes through her mental breakdowns without getting frost bite in your fingers.”he says then hands you back your phone. “She deserve better than that idiot anyways. Don’t why she keeps putting up with it.”

Katsuki is leaving for a mission today and you’ve been so gloomy. He gonna be gone at least 3 days, maybe even the whole week.

You’re been wrapped around him like ivy since you woke up this morning.

“Listen woman, I have to go. You do this every time.”he says with his arms wrapped around you waist pulling you even more flush against him.

“You should clone yourself or something. Who am I gonna cuddle with now?? And who is gonna cook for me?? I’ll die of starvation before you get back. Is that what you want. To come home to a dead girlfriend???”

“You are so damn dramatic. Cuddle with the damn plethor of plushies you have in my goddamn bed. And as far as food… you won’t starve. You’ll just eat out everyday and I’ll come back to you complaining you’ve gained weight when you look the exact same.”

“I do not.”, you start to object.

“Yes you do. Which is why I made a few meals and froze them.” He says all smug, cuz he knows that would surprise you.

“You what??” You ask looking up at him with wide eyes.

“There’s a pot pie and dumplings. I even stored a lasagna in there.” Then his phone buzzes letting him know his ride is downstairs.

“Ok I gotta go. I love you.” And he bends down to give you a deep kiss. “Be safe. Call Eiji if you need anything and try not to burn the house down before I get back.”

“I love you too. Come back to me in one piece please.”

He smiles at you, “always”

He kisses you one more time and then heads to the car.

You go directly to the fridge to see the frozen meals he left you. And not only are the packages all neatly but he’s left the heating instructions on top for you.

To say there were tears shed would be an understatement.

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[doobea]

WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You realize that under his seven layers of unresolved teenage angst, Rin Itoshi is extremely sensitive, whether he wants to admit it or not.

contents: sfw, fluff, convos about growing up, gn!reader, proplayer!rin, play fighting!!, rin is kinda awk but its cute, first kiss and a lil bit suggestive but not really?, a birthday fic :) word count: 1.5K a/n: did i rush home to try and make a birthday fic for one of my favorite boys?? yea maybe. and goodbye i know his bday isn't today and im a day early but i wanna just drop this as an early celebration just so i can post sae on his actual birthday bc im secretly evil

Being Rin's one and only best friend comes with a lot of growing pains. Whether it be constantly receiving threats from his "super fans", always having to show up to his games just to drive him back home because he insists that he's too tired to walk back, or having to hear him vent about how absolutely shitty his older brother is.

And, much to no one's surprise, that dynamic hasn't changed even after becoming one of the nation's highest-praised athletes. And yes, he still insists you to drive him because he claims that his own private drivers "suck ass".

But there are some positive outlooks of being his one and only best friend. No, it's not the fact that you get free tickets to his games or the fact that you essentially eat for free whenever you're out with him. It's nothing materialistic of that sort. One of your favorite things is that he always picks up your packages, even when you order just a bit too much.

"You're going to break your bank account if you keep this up."

"It's your birthday. How can I not celebrate?"

There's a click from his tongue. "You know I hate celebrations."

You sit up from the sofa, flashing him the tiniest of smirks. "It's just gonna be between us. I'm not planning on inviting anyone over."

Rin rolls his eyes before setting down the mountain of delivery packages onto his apartment floor. It looks to be about eight... no twelve? You honestly lost track of how many items you ordered but not like that matters now. The packages vary in size and you can tell by the scowl forming on his face that he's confused by what you have in store this year.

"They're decorations, you dumb dumb." You finally answer after watching him struggle to think.

This only deepens his scowl. "It's my birthday and you want me to decorate?"

"Oh, so now you wanna play that card? Thought you didn't care about your birthday." The kick you receive to your legs is a clear indicator that you've successfully annoyed Rin Itoshi. Which really doesn't take that much effort, but it's still fun to tease him nonetheless. "Are you gonna help me now?"

Rin opens one of the smaller boxes, pulls out a roll of blue streamers, and puffs out his cheeks slightly in frustration. "Where do I put this?"

You blink. "Have you never decorated before?"

You watch his ears turn red and he quickly responds, "I have, idiot."

"You just—" Rin struggles with the streamers and you suppress a laugh when he accidentally tears a ribbon in half. "Actually, never mind, just leave it to me."

He takes a few defensive steps back when you stand up, clutching the streamer close and dear to his chest, shooting you one of his piercing glares. "Stop, I know what I'm doing."

"For someone who's so careful about his actions in football, you sure are clumsy when it comes to anything outside of that." The scrunch on his nose only solidifies your point.

You don't quite understand how someone like Rin can have such a meticulous lifestyle but then mess up when attempting to parallel park or even fry an egg. You're mostly teasing though. Mostly. It's not like any of his "clumsy" actions bother you.

"I made a birthday card for my mom once." He says as if that's enough proof to prove that he actually does know how to decorate. "It's on her fridge."

"Yeah? The one with the shitty drawing of you and Sae hugg—"

"You can stop now."

The blue streamer rolls to the ground as you lunge forward and smack it out of his hands. Rin is annoyed, very annoyed, and attempts to playfully aim at your shin again. You let him but this time around you push him back, aiming for his chest.

Rin is taller and stronger than you are but, during times like this, he holds back just enough for you to take the upper hand. Only for a brief moment that is.

You give up as soon as he pins you beneath him on the floor. "Ok," You manage out. "You win, you win."

Rin loosens his grip on your wrists and rolls over next to you. "That's what I thought."

After what feels like an eternity laying in silence on the floor, you speak up, letting your tongue run. "You know that I’m secretly jealous of you, right?"

His body shifts slightly from your peripheral but you keep your eyes glued to the ceiling. "Jealous how?"

"I don’t know how you do it but you always end up looking like some hotshot supermodel even with all that sweat. Too bad people don’t know that you’re actually so emo that it hurts." Despite saying it in a teasing tone, your lips curve into a small sincere smile. You didn't need to see his face to know that he was also smiling.

Another kick. "Shut up, you sound so dramatic right now."

You kick back but with less force. Too tired out from the struggle earlier. "Says the guy who wants to beat up his brother over football."

Silence hangs in the air again. And suddenly you become hyperaware of his proximity, the scent from the cologne he's wearing, and how melancholic he looks from your angle.

"Are you ever scared of growing up?" Rin's sudden question makes you sit up. "I think about that more often than I like."

You tense for a moment at his words and quickly collect your thoughts, shaking your head. "There's nothing scary about growing up. Think about all the cool things you got to experience. You accomplished a lot compared to when you were sixteen."

He hums. "That's true."

"And think about all the cooler things you haven't experienced yet. Like scuba diving and shit."

"What if I can't swim?"

"Then you take swimming lessons, dummy."

"Also true." He pauses and finally sits up with you. "You'll still be around, right?" Rin stares with his usual tight line on his lips but his eyes seem to be searching for something in yours. He looks very serious and also mildly stressed out.

You realize that under his seven layers of unresolved teenage angst, Rin Itoshi is extremely sensitive, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Hey," You offer a hand on his shoulder and he flinches at the contact. "As long as you're around, I'm gonna be around too." You say softly.

He holds your hand in place and squeezes it. "Even when we're both old and wrinkly?"

You squeeze his shoulder in response. "Definitely gonna stick around to see that."

There’s silence again for a minute, as he thinks it over. It’s not quite as awkward of a silence, but it’s still not entirely right. You're mentally preparing for another round of existential questions from your best friend. After a moment, Rin's leaning forward, instinctively pressing closer, and there’s something happening between you two. Some weird shift taking place.

Skinship of any form isn't something that Rin is comfortable exploring with just anyone. The most that he's gotten physical with is maybe a hug but even that lasts for just a fleeting second. You find yourself reciprocating and leaning close, relishing the fact that he doesn't do this often. And soon, you feel the sudden urge to kiss your best friend.

"Hey—Rin, do you..." You stumble over your words, but the way that you say his name catches his attention.

"Yes." He cuts you off before you get a chance to finish.

Rin leans in and you meet him halfway. Your noses bump awkwardly against each other due to the height difference and it causes you to laugh. Rin looks like he wants to be embarrassed and annoyed but he ends up laughing too. You two try again, shuffling yourself closer and placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself, and this time it's better.

There's a bit of mint aftertaste left in his mouth from the gum he was chewing earlier and you didn't know if you should feel self-cautious of your own breath because you're pretty sure it tastes like the cereal you had this morning. You quickly decide it's out of your worries when you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you closer into his lap and deepening the kiss further.

Rin calls out your name when he pulls back and you're positive that you could pass out right now if you're given the option. "Stop looking at me like that." He frowns, red sweeping his own cheeks.

You swallow hard and tilt your head. "Like what?"

"Like you're nervous to be around me. I don't want that."

You feel yourself growing small under his touch. "Then what do you want, Rin?"

He furrows his brows together and you feel his fingers toy with the fabric of your shirt. Rin does this for a while before answering, "I just want you to stay by my side for as long as you can. Is that possible?" He whispers.

"If it's impossible then I'll make it possible for you, Rin." You close the distance and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I'll give you all my seasons if you want them."

You don't hear anything from Rin but soon his grip tightens around your waist and you swear you can hear him sniffling. You pretend to not notice. God knows what he'll do if you catch him crying. Instead, you close your eyes and rub his back gently in circles.

"Happy birthday, Rin."

[keeksandgigz]

roll for initiative (part two of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: You venture into your new position at Eddie's cafe, but you seem to be having a hard time. Eddie gives you hell for refusing to be trained. The confrontation comes to a head after you say something you shouldn't have. A heated game of DnD leaves you wondering about the purpose of this place. Things heat up after you and Eddie close the store alone.

cw: 6.8k words, swearing, modern setting, Eddie and reader being mean to each other, shitty description of a DnD game, teeny bit of angst (sorry), horny sexual tension, smut, spanking, choking, not quite piv yet, fingering, denial this is 18+ minors dni!!

a/n: Surprise! One day early because I'm an impatient little shit. i dunno how to play DnD i'm going off whatever my boyfriend tells me. also kill em all IS the best metallica album, argue with the wall. Debated on making it a two- parter but i wanted to get to the smut <3 pls like and reblog! feedback always appreciated and my ask box is always open if u wanna talk!!!

baby taglist: @corrodedcoffincumslut, @sleepy-bunnie,, @crybabyddl (let me know if you want to be added!)

Eddie's right.

You're indeed crashing and burning as you make those stupidly named lattes, but the rest of the crew is nice enough to help you along the way. Virginia really is coming into her own, quickly mastering every drink that is thrown her way.

Yet you can't shake off the feeling of Eddie stalking towards you, his hot breath on your face. How it didn’t scare you, rather, it excited you. You enjoy picking fights with him, ripping him apart and him doing the same to you. It's not healthy, but it helps with your anger.

“Those were three pumps of elderflower. I believe you need four for a large, sweetheart. Crashing and burning so soon?” he comes up behind you, startling you. 

“Get the fuck off of me before I throw this scalding hot drink at you” not when you're working. You cannot take his taunts while working. 

“Just checking up on you” he shrugs “maybe you might have changed your mind about me training you. I know these are not the dumb little detox drinks you do at your cafe. Which is really what makes the store much more interesting and attractive, doesn’t it?” 

“Eddie I swear to God” it becomes more than taunts. He seriously wants to fuck with your brain. 

“Jeff” he snaps his fingers towards the guy “I’m gonna go take my lunch, you’re in charge ‘til I’m back” his attention diverts away from you for a second, then back to you. “Could you be a dear and make me an extra hot flat white with almond milk? Add a couple pumps of Irish cream syrup in there. I’m expecting a white dot, after all if you’re so perfect you don’t need training that’s gonna be a walk in the park for ya, huh?” he leans against the counter and he’s so condescending it makes your knees tremble. 

“Yeah, duh. I’ll spit in it for ya too. Sounds good?” you panic a bit. Flat whites are not your forte. 

“I knew you’ve been spitting in my drinks, sweetheart. Kinda hot, to be honest. But that’s a violation, wouldn’t wanna get Jim involved, do we?” he raises his eyebrows at you, looking down at you, making you feel like a coffee bean on the ground. Kinda hot. 

“I was just joking, dickhead” 

“Hm. Better be. Another filthy word from you and I’m sending you home.” he whispers. “Alright, going on my lunch. Virginia, you’re off you can go home, Chrissy, take your last break in thirty minutes” and with that, he disappears to one of the tables, watching you make his drink.

That should be a form of cruel and unusual punishment. Just him staring at you, making sure you get his drink right. Pull two ristretto shots.

You aren't buzzing anymore, rather, your brain begins shutting off, drained by all the tension that has been building between you and Eddie. Two pumps of Irish cream. Maybe you actually aren't good enough to be here. Froth the almond milk. Maybe he's right, maybe you are meant to work in a mediocre cafe, making shitty drinks. Espresso first, then milk. You aren't good enough for this level of mastery. 

Fuck. No white dot. 

You tremble as you walk towards Eddie, sitting at his table, watching you bring him a cup of mediocre coffee. 

“No white dot” he says, looking at you with displeasure. 

“I’m sorry, I-”he interrupts you.

“You wanna get trained or are you gonna be a little know-it-all and then deliver me this?” he sips on his flat white. 

“Ok, fine. Train me, whatever.”Embarrassment overtakes you, wanting a hole to form under your feet and engulf you. 

He's right, he has been right all along. Tears begin to prick at your eyes.

“You okay there? Y’know I was joking, right? It doesn’t matter I just-” a spark of guilt lights itself in his throat, you look like you're about to cry. 

“Can I take a second?” you say, the knot in your throat threatening to snap any second. 

“Yeah, um go- go take your break” he breathes. Fuck, he's made you cry. 

You run off towards the back, wanting to disappear. Everything that has happened within those past two days begin to wash over you.

Your cafe is gone, the project you had worked on with your dad before he got sick, gone for the next year. And he’d likely not see it reopen.

Eddie being an asshole, holding a grudge on you because you took his customers, making your life a living hell. 

You sit in the back as you wipe some tears that fell from your eyes. Across the room, there's a door that you have not seen before, and it's ajar.

Curiosity gets the best of you, as you walk into a small, secluded room. It's full of beakers and jars of ingredients, really selling the whole alchemist thing. You look through the ingredients elderflower, rose, peppermint, honey, basil. Basil syrup sounds disgusting. 

You turn towards the work bench, noticing a bottle full of clear liquid labeled lavender syrup. You open it and immediately smell the astringent flavor coming from the bottle. You pour some on your finger and take a taste. Ew.

He needs a better lavender syrup recipe.

“The fuck are you doing in here?” Eddie’s voice makes you drop the bottle to the floor, shattering and spilling the astringent liquid on the floor. 

“Oh- shit sorry! I was just- i just got curious” 

“You can’t just come in here and act like you own the place. Curious my ass, you were trying to steal” he accuses, and that hurts you.

“You know I won’t fucking do that, I take my work seriously. Also your lavender syrup tastes like ass, and basil syrup? That sounds foul” you wince, stepping over the broken glass, to make your way back to the front.

He grabs your arm and stops you. “Aren’t you gonna clean that up? Broom’s in the closet” he says, offering you a smug smile. 

“Get the fuck away from me, asshole” you reply, jerking away from his grip. 

“Alright that’s it” is all he says before he slams you against the wall.

He's close. He's so fucking close. 

Your back slams against the brick, hitting a random canvas panel. You can feel his breath on your face, the smell of coffee and cologne inundating your senses. 

“You have been a fucking pain in my ass since you opened your dumb little cafe. You’ve been rude, unruly, untidy and down right mean towards me, and I’m fucking over it” he seethes, he has you caged in between his tattooed arms and all you can think of is tracing every line of his tattoos with the tips of your fingers.

“It’s been four fucking hours, y’hear me? Four hours and I’m sick of you. Y’think you’re cute? You’re a fucking brat, sweetheart, and I don’t like dealing with brats like you.” Your stomach feels funny, like you're taking on a challenge rather than a scolding.

“Clean your shit up and go home, I don’t wanna see your fucking face today. Come back when you have gained some common sense in that empty fucking head” he lowers his arms, but you aren't done. 

“Or what? You think you’re so scary, Eddie, with your stupid tattoos, your fucking stupid hair and your stupid satanic shirts. I don’t give a shit who you are, I’m employed to work here and you can’t fucking send me home because you don’t like me. I’ll fucking report you, freak” 

Freak. His breath hitches at that, years of high school bullying getting under his skin again, making him swallow hard at the unwelcome memory of being slammed against a locker on Monday mornings before class. He stiffens up.

“Alright” he swallows “clean this up and get back to work, I don’t wanna see you right now” you notice that his demeanor has changed, you visibly hit a nerve. Guilt pools at your chest.

“But what about- about the training?” you ask, voice hitching.

“I’ll get Gareth to train you, Virginia should have gone home already. That way we’re both happy. Take tomorrow off, I’ll see you Tuesday” and with that he leaves.

He keeps himself buried in his office until the end of your shift. He can't bear to stand the sight of you, not after you had called him a freak. That stung more than whatever stupid insult you could have flung his way. 

When you turn up on Tuesday, Eddie is nowhere to be found. 

“He took the day off,” Steve says. And you feel real fucking bad. You're scheduled for a mid- shift from three to seven.

“Hey” Jeff says “we’re closing early today ‘cause we’re doing a DnD campaign after. Since Eddie’s not here, would you mind taking over for me so I can start setting up? We close at six-thirty, so after that you can, like, sweep, do dishes and then you can go home” 

You aren't in the mood for a snide remark or a witty comment, so you just agree. “Is Eddie gonna be here tonight?” you ask. You’ve been trying to hound him to apologize for whatever happened the day before, it's clear he's avoiding you. 

He was supposed to be on the schedule. 

“Yeah uh” he replies “he’s our DM, so we kinda need him” he shrugs. 

“DM?” you froth a cup of oatmilk, turning towards him while he's making his drinks.

“Yeah. Dungeon Master?” he gives you a Isn’t that obvious? expression and goes back to his iced hazelnut macchiato. 

“Kinky” you retort, he laughs a bit. 

At six-thirty you lock up the store and you confine yourself to the back for dishes. Keeping an ear out for Eddie’s voice, hoping he’d show up before 7. 

Colette left with Steve to work on the Halloween menu and “I don’t fuck with that nerd stuff” said Steve, fixing his glasses after putting his coat on. 

“…no Henderson you don’t get it “Kill ‘Em All” is definitely Metallica’s best album, are you shitting me? …No don’t come at me with that “Enter Sandman” bullshit you’re so basic for that, you fucking poser” your ears perk up at that. It's definitely Eddie. 

You peek your head out of the back door to see him set up a big table, followed by a bunch of what look like  high school students as they sit down, with their spiral notebooks and pens.

A bunch of small figurines scattered on the cardboard mat as Eddie sits at the head of the table, pulling out a leather bound folder covered in stickers and a cardboard screen. 

They're serious about this.

You're too busy staring at the crowded table to notice Eddie running towards you.

"Daddy didn't teach you it's rude to stare?"

You press yourself against the green tile wall to let him pass, words caught in your throat as you follow him into his office.

"Apparently daddy didn't teach you that stalking is bad either. What is it? Need somethin'?" he spits out and you can feel the venom in his words.

"Yeah, I just" you clear your throat. Talking was hard. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he begins rummaging through his desk drawers.

"Well?"

"I just wanted to apologize for-"

"For being a bitch the other day? Took you long enough" he scoffs as he retrieves a small tin box containing what you assume are dice.

"Um- yeah. I guess that" you shrug and turn your feet to leave the door.

"I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. It's not a real apology otherwise, is it?" he has this ability to make you feel so incredibly small with only the power of his words. Like he's talking to a toddler.

"I don't think that's necessary, Eddie, I mean um- I have to get back to work" you protest.

"You can go back to work when you give me a full apology" he's ticking you off, gloating in his victory of you admitting defeat. The white banner you're waving slowly turning red.

"You're being a cunt, take the apology and go play your stupid nerd game" you snap, and you can see his lips curling in a wicked grin. Challenge accepted.

"All this talk of me kicking you to the curb for your filthy mouth really isn't sticking huh? Sorry sweetheart, can't accept an apology you don't mean" he shrugs, heading out of his office, you follow him suit.

"Eddie what the fuck?! Are you actually mental?" you want to strangle him, shove those dice so far down his throat he chokes and dies.

"I'd recommend you scrub those dishes really hard, I can still see the grime on the blenders. If you'll excuse me, I gotta lead my party through the rivers of Bagodan" he winks and then he walks over to his table, leaving you mortified.

You do a once- over with the dishes, while hearing Eddie's shrill voice screech and laugh every time one of his players miss. What's so fucking funny about a couple kids rolling dice?

"Looks like you've made it to the last river" he narrates in a solemn voice, deeper, hotter "Oh, but what is that? You hear shrieking from a distance. It's a sphynx. To cross the river you have to behead the sphynx and bring it to the king of Bagodan. Only then he will grant you access to the wings of Saurion the Elder, and you... will be... free" he says in a whispered tone.

"What do you do, my brave adventurers?"

"Shit" you hear one of the kids swear, he's tall with black hair. "We don't have enough hit points to kill the sphynx AND get through the king's palace guards"

"You’re astute dipshit, congrats!" says another, a girl, looking much younger than the rest.

"We would have had enough points if Dustin here, hadn't fucking sold his to the market for a stupid cloak" says Gareth, shoving the kid who you assume is Dustin

"it was aN INVISIBILITY CLOAK" Dustin yells. The room booms in laughter at the kid's tantrum.

It makes you think. About how you've never had a group of friends like that. Someone to share a common interest with. Sure, you have Colette, but you've moved to town just fairly recently, and you have lived and breathed work for the first two years. No friends to make when you're cooped up home buried in projects among projects. No friends to make when your dad is sick and you have to take him to the hospital on Saturdays for his treatment. You sigh a bit at that. Maybe your cafe exploding is the catalyst that is gonna bring you a new life, a new perspective.

Coming to a store that has unity as a top value really makes you reflect on how lonely your life has been so far.

"Alright children, let's take a break and you can talk strategy. Anyone want a drink?" He stands up from his chair and walks towards the bar. Startled, you go back to the sink and begin scrubbing.

"Y'know you can join us, right?" he leans against the green tile wall, looking at you.

"Join in on that nerd shit? No, thanks. My shift is over" you say putting the last blender on the drying rack and heading to the back.

He follows you "Okay, whatever. I just wanted to tell you it's gonna be me and you tomorrow. Chrissy said she can't make it. Something about midterms" and you roll your eyes.

"Fucking perfect. Tell me in what world does this shit always happen to me" you say exasperated, taking off your apron, which allows your shirt to rise just enough that it gives Eddie a peek of your tummy. Enough to make him gulp a little. Enough to distract him for ten seconds.

He shakes his head. "Listen, I'm not happy about it either, but let's keep it civil, okay? I do my thing, you do yours, we're outta here by 9 pm" he offers, leaning over the metal lockers.

You're not sure if it was the Dungeon Master demeanor he keeps on for the sake of his game or what, but he feels so tall. The thought of it makes you shiver. You put on your jacket.

"How you gettin' home?" he asks.

"Driving" you lie, your car broke down the day before, but you don't want him offering you a ride.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow for closing, then" he says, giving you a tight smile.

"Yeah, bye" you respond hastily, heading out towards the bus stop. Eddie keeps an eye on you through the store window the whole time.

Wednesday night at the "Mad Alchemist" is busier than you expected. Steve left for the evening, leaving you and Eddie to man the fort by yourselves.

Meaning you have to watch him flirt with every fucking customer. Young, old, boy, girl. His self assured demeanor is like a magnet to those coffee- hungry teens, the older women just blush and deliver him a meek "aw, stop it, Eddie" swatting the air and giggling.

Because you both have been so busy, it has not given you time to run your mouth and deliver him some snarky comment.

By 8pm, the store is closed. You have an hour to sweep, clean the counters, mop and do the dishes while Eddie counts the money at the register.

There is a tense quietness in the cafe. Almost as if you know that if one opened their mouths the world would explode. Or you’d start fucking, whichever one comes first. There is no noise aside from the register opening, the broom dragging across the floor and Eddie whistling.

After a day of talking, listening, screaming, shouting, the last thing you want to do is hear Eddie whistle. You let him do it, one minute, two minutes, five minutes in hopes he would get tired.

“Eddie, please” you whine.

“Helps me count money better,” he shrugs, beginning his atrocious whistling again.

You wait one, two, five minutes again. The noise of the sweep and the whistling and the money become too much for you, so in an exasperated rage, you kick the chair in front of you.

“Eddie shUT THE FUCK UP!”

The noise of the chair is the only sound in the building. Eddie stops counting, and stops whistling.

He's just staring at you. At the fallen chair. At the broom next to your feet. You find the floor to be really interesting.

“Pick it up.” Eddie’s voice is distant. A few seconds go by, and your eyes are still on the floor.

The sound of paper being put down and the stomping of heavy boots follow, until his boots arrive in your line of sight. You can't help but raise your head.

“What part of ‘pick it up’ does not register in that head? Hm? Do you kick chairs at home?”

Defeated, you shake your head.

“Do you call your daddy names?”

Another head shake.

“Do you spit in your daddy’s coffee in the morning?” his voice becomes a whisper, so, so close to your face. So close to your lips.

“I didn’t-” he cuts you off.

“I don’t appreciate liars, sweetheart. Did you spit in my drink?” he's cornering you, making you feel small.

You nod. “Only once, though” you defend yourself.

“Only once” he mocks, chuckling to himself “sixteen.” he mutters.

“Sixteen is the number of times, from the first time i stepped foot in your goddamn cafe, I’ve seen you spit in my fuckin’ drink” he seethes, no, growls.

“Now you’re fucking lying” you interject, finding a small crumb of courage within you.

“Don’t act cute, I’ve seen you. Pick the chair up” he says, his chin tilting towards the chair on the floor.

“I can’t pick it up if your stupid arm’s in the way, can I?” he grunts and moves his arm. You bend over and picked the chair up, breathing through your teeth. You're furious.

“Watch your attitude, here we don’t-”

You snap your neck around “You’re a fucking control freak, that’s what you are” you mutter. There's that word again. Freak.

“Don’t you fucking dare call me that word again” he's furious.

You turn around to face him. It's your turn to be close “Or what? You gonna spank me?” it's barely a whisper, looking at him through your lashes. A challenge.

He exhales, crossing his arms “You know what? That’s the best idea you’ve had since you’ve stepped foot in this place. Bend over the table” He whispers, and you freeze.

If there is a definition to fuck around and find out, you're it.

“Seems you might be a bit hard of hearing, sweetheart. I said bend over.” he says, more gently, yet keeping that domineering aura to him. He nudges your arm.

You quietly follow through.

“Now you’re following orders. Before I start I need to know you’re okay with this” he whispers, caressing your back in an almost soothing manner.

You nod.

He tuts “None of that shit. I’m not doing anything until I have your green light. With words”

“I-” words suddenly become hard. You swallow and breathe through your nose “I’m- I’m okay with this”

There is no denying you're extremely turned on, in addition to being revved up by your previous fight. It feels like wildfire spreading itself from every tip of your body, finding a home right between your legs.

“Alright, good. If you want me to stop we can stop at any time, just say ‘chainmail’” he says, looking around to check if the blinds had been lowered. He has a safeword. He knows what he's doing.

“O-okay” you say with all the power you can muster.

“You wanna act like a toddler, sweetheart? I’ll treat ya like a fuckin’ toddler” he says, before delivering the first smack right on the meat of your left butt cheek.

You’ve tried spanking before, with previous partners, but this is different. The smacks are calculated, like he knows where to hit. A yelp escapes you.

“Need ya to count” he says, caressing the area he just hit.

“‘Kay, fuck. One” you exhale, still feeling his handprint on your ass. The red hot sting from the impact leaving tiny pinpricks through the fabric of your jeans. 

Smack. Two.

“How ‘bout this?” he stops, speaking to no one, really. “How ‘bout I give you one spank for every time you’ve spit in my coffee, hm?”

That makes you tremble a bit. Sixteen slaps. 

“I dunno if I can, I mean I-” 

“Then you know what to say if it gets too much, right? Say ‘Yes, Eddie, I do’” his voice makes your knees give out as his other hand, the one that isn't squeezing and groping your ass, makes its way into your hair and pulls. 

“Ow- Fuck, Jesus Christ Eddie!” you yell, but the pull at your scalp makes you wish he’d drop the antics, pull your pants down and fuck you immediately. 

“Not what I wanna hear, sweetheart. Try that again” He smacks your ass again, pulling his hand out of your hair to hold your back down from the waist. 

“Three, fuck. Yes, Eddie, I-I do” you exhale and prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“Good girl,” he says. Good girl. He could easily smack you in the face and that is would shock you less. Where the fuck did he learn all this shit?

By the time you’ve reached spank number ten you think you're ready to tap out. Tears welling in your eyes, making your vision go blurry. You're turned on, but Eddie’s heavy hand is becoming too painful.

He notices you trying to squirm away from him with every hit of his hand, all he says is “You know what to say, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

But you let him keep going. Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen.

The last slap feels like the roughest, leaving in its wake the phantom of a heavy hand. His hand rubbing circles on your ass, almost like he doesn't feel ready to stop touching you.

You turn your head around, so you're able to see his face.

“Mmmm, so what now?” you ask, still hazy “Gonna take me home, Eddie? Finish the job?”it's like your brain has forgotten who you are talking to.

“C’mere” he says, sitting you down on the table, your ass rough and sore under the fabric of your pants.

You can feel the slick feeling between your legs through the seam of your black jeans, hoping he’d move you to keep going, take you home, his office, his van, anywhere. 

His body settles between your legs as his hands run through the expanse of your stomach, your back. Your hands make their way to the buckle of his belt, trying to quickly undo his jeans. Eddie inhales as if to convince himself to stop you as he grabs your wrists and pushes them to your chest, his belt left unbuckled “Not tonight,” he murmurs.

You pout in protest.

“Aww, you’re pouting” he mocks, a dry laugh escapes his lips. It brings a twang of embarrassment "pouting 'cause I'm not letting you take my dick in your mouth, sweetheart?" he taunts. 

“I‘m not pouting” you mutter, looking at the floor. His hands grab your chin, lifting your eyes to make you look up at him. He looks so tall standing over you like that, eyes still glossed over, pupils blown from the spanking he’s just given you. 

“You look at me when I speak to you, yeah?” Oh fuck. You know better this time. 

“Yeah” you croak out, nodding your head in case he doesn't get the message. 

“Yeah? You liked getting spanked? Being put in your place?” his demeanor never fails in making you feel impossibly small.

The hand that holds your chin travels down your neck and you lean into his touch, in the way his hand wraps itself around your throat, warm and rough. Who are you to say he isn't gonna strangle you and kill you? 

But the feeling of his hand around the column of your neck, covering its whole surface area feels too intoxicating, like you want him to make you stop thinking. Your breath hitches. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it” his grip on your neck going from resting to actually applying pressure to the sides of your throat. You gasp. 

He just watches you, eyes glossy and desperate while you try to press your thighs together to relieve some pressure. Poor thing. He almost feels bad for you. The way he sees you keen into his touch, labored breath, watching your chest rise and fall slowly. 

“We can’t do this here, Eddie. The health violations” you say,  barely a whisper, mustering whatever breath and thought you can. Your brain feels foggy and fuzzy with the slight pressure of air being constricted. He chuckles. 

“Didn’t you go to UCLA or something? Aren’t you supposed to be really smart?” his tone is mocking, you swallow at the embarrassment, hand letting up on your throat to grab your hand. He isn't here to be soft with you. He is here to make a point.

“Me choking you got you actin’ all dumb already?’M impressed. C’mon get off the table, we can’t be here” he says, making you stand up. 

“Where- where are we going?” you feel winded, and you haven't even done anything. He leads you through the cafe, the bar, the back of house, where the drying dishes sit abandoned on the rack. Right at the threshold to his back office, the cold green tile arch pressing against your back.

“I don’t know, but I really wanna kiss you right now.” and you feel like your breath has just gotten knocked out of you. He wants to kiss you?

"You wanna- huh?" he slams you against the wall, just t prove a point "Shut the fuck up" he says as he puts his lips on yours. Famished, animalistic.

There is no room for gentleness. No room for sweet caresses and soft praises. His hands groping and feeling your hips, grinding into him. The friction against his tattered jeans make a whine escape you. Too much and not enough.

His teeth clash with yours as you both open your mouths, the way he tastes made you dizzy. His mint gum and cigarettes inundate your senses as you pull at the hair tie that is keeping Eddie's unruly hair in place.

Reaching under the mane of hair, you pull at his nape, where his curls are smaller, more defined. He groans.

His nose skims your jaw and licks at the hinge between the bone and your neck, making you yelp. A small oh escapes you when his hands work to untuck your shirt out of your jeans, his cold hands sneaking past the barrier of clothing to touch at the skin of your stomach, the sides of your breasts.

His mouth is warm against your neck, tracing every ridge, every line, every mole, 'til he reaches the juncture between your neck and your shoulder and he bites.

"Eddie, you fucking freak don't bite me" you hiss, head thrown back as he lifts your shirt up, leaving it completely abandoned on the floor.

He moves you off the wall and into his office, mouth not stopping his assault on your neck, stumbling towards his cluttered desk. With one move, a space big enough for you to sit is created. His shirt comes off in the process. His pale chest, skinny, but toned and littered with tattoos, is the only thing you are able to pay attention to.

"I hear that fucking word come outta your mouth again I'll-" he begins.

"You what? More spanking? Consider me terrified" you interrupt, all an evil plan to egg him on. Blinking your eyes up at him. He is seething.

"God, do you ever shut up?" he asks, a groan leaving his lips continuing to kiss you, teeth and tongue and spit, his hands coming out from under your shirt to grab your chin.

You look up at him, hair wild and unruly, eyes blown out, a wicked glint in his eye, almost like he's plotting something.

“Open your mouth” he says, and you looked at him, a puzzled look on your face. He squeezes your cheeks in response, forcing your mouth open. “You fucking brat” he mutters.

You keep your mouth open, expecting his finger, something. Instead, a glob of spit makes its way onto your tongue. He spit in your mouth. You throb.

“Eddie what the fuck-” you begin, but he interrupts you.

“You didn’t seem to mind spitting in my coffee, did you? Consider this a payback. Swallow it.” he smirks against your lips, lightly tapping his fingers on your cheek, not quite a slap. You obey immediately for the first time that night.

His hand travels down to the seam of your jeans, your breath becoming more labored with all the building tension from the night.

“Eddie…please” you whine, arching into his hand, not wanting to pull back anymore. You want release, brain hazy with the feeling of being under him, the way his rough hands are touching you, exploring you, grabbing and groping at the curves of your body as you arch into him.

His hand begins moving back and forth, the heel of his palm making direct contact with the seam of your pants, forcing a strangled whine out of you.

You grind your hips in sync with his hand, as the other sits on your cheek, cupping it, moaning in his mouth at the small amount of friction he's giving you. “Can I take your pants off?” he asks, soft against your mouth. You’ve never nodded so fast in your life.

He quickly makes work of taking your shoes and jeans off, pooled at his feet while his hands caress and grope their way up your thighs.

“You’re cute when you’re not being a cunt, you know that?” he whispers against your mouth, hand ghosting over your panties, practically feeling the heat radiating off of you.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” you say through gritted teeth, motioning to hit him in the chest. He stops you, grabbing your wrists with his hands.

“I suggest keeping that filthy mouth at bay if you really want me to do something about that big, wet patch on your panties, hm?” he whispers, licking your bottom lip, his hand still keeping an iron grip on your wrists.

“How ‘bout you stop being a cunt and fuck me?” you’ve had enough of his teasing and taunting.

“Who said anything about fucking?” he chuckles, his hand moving down to grope at your ass. “No, see, that would be improper, don’t you think? Fucking your boss in his office. You kinky bitch” he delivers a sharp smack down to your ass, reviving the dull sting from the spanking earlier.

“You’re not my fucking boss, Eddie. Stop talking and- ohmygod”

His other hand begins massaging over the crotch of your panties, making direct contact with your clit over the fabric. “Made you this wet from spanking you? Think you might have actually been the freak this whole time, sweetheart.” He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties “Lift.” He taps your thigh, you immediately lift your hips to let him take your panties off.

He laughs when he sees the mess that he’s made of your pussy.

“Fuck stop- stop laughing” you whisper out while his hands begin to spread your legs further.

“I think you secretly love me laughing at you. You think you’re so tough, bein’ all mean, callin’ me a freak like it doesn’t turn you on just imagining how much of a fucking freak I really am, huh sweetheart?” he skims your jaw with his nose, his words making you shiver as you clench around nothing.

His free hand sneaking its way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you squeak.

Your hips lift off the desk, looking to find some kind of stimulation aside from Eddie’s cruel teasing touches.

He looks at you through his dark lashes “What is it, baby?” baby. baby. baby. The nickname makes your head spin.

“Eddie, I- fuck- please! I need-” your hips arch off the wooden surface as you feel his fingers prod your entrance.

“You need my fingers? Can you ask me nicely?” you want to kill him. He's reveling in the torture that he's putting you through.

“I f-ucking ah hate you” but you aren't really sure if you believe that yourself.

“You hate me sweetheart? I’m hurt. You won’t mind then if I just leave you here, do you?” he caresses over your inner thigh, the tips of his fingers coated in slick, clear arousal.

“No!” your hips lift once again “your fingers…please” His smile is pleased as one of his fingers enter you.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Good girl.” He's making your head spin, a choked noise leaves your lips as he pumps his finger in and out, finally getting the stimulation you need.

“More” you whisper, his other hand still on your throat.

“So greedy. Y’gonna thank me? Say ‘thank you, Eddie’”

At that point you can't even think about acting up. “F-fuck. Thank- thank you Eddie” and with that, he adds another finger.

God, you already feel so full and teetering the edge.

“Good girl. Now that I think about it, I believe you owe me an apology” he begins, his fingers working mercilessly inside you, while a string of breathy ah ah ahs are all the sounds you could muster.

“You were so mean to me the other day, I didn’t appreciate your tone while you were trying to apologize” he taunts, his fingers prodding deeper inside you. A small yelp escapes you.

“You were- you were ah” his fingers curl on your g-spot and your vision goes white.

“What was that? I was what, baby?” he begins to thumb at your clit, smiling like a maniac at the state he's reducing you in.

“Oh yes there” no idea how you're gonna finish your sentence.

“Feels good huh? Needa finish what you were saying, sweetheart, can’t have you going stupid on me just yet” his hand on your throat moves up to your cheek, delivering a couple light smacks to your face. You clench.

“Fuck, uh, you we-were being a oh god cunt” you say, mustering all the mental strength you can.

“Is that right? Funny how my fingers are in yours right now and you don’t seem to complain.” He laughs to himself, his thumb speeding up its assault on your clit.

“C’mon, sweetheart. I just need you to say ‘Sorry Eddie, I won’t be a bitch to you again.’ Can you say that or is your brain too fucking far gone to understand a single word i’m saying?” he teases, which briefly brings you back from the ecstasy of Eddie’s fingers working wonders on you.

“Fuck you, Eddie” you hiss through your teeth, immediately regretting it at the feeling of the coil in your belly beginning to tighten.

“Oh. It’s like that then. Alright” he simply says as he picks up his pace. Head thrown back as you revel in the feeling of nearing the edge of your release.

“Oh shit, get-getting close” you breathe.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum” he smiles, a wicked show of bared teeth that only makes you both want to punch him and fuck him.

“Fuck n- Oh God- ‘m not apologizing for- for shit” you arch your back, trying to make yourself cum before he changes his mind.

“Fucking apologize” he insists.

“Fuck you” you say, followed by the unwelcome feeling of emptiness as he takes his fingers out. You really thought he was bluffing.

An empty ache grows in your stomach, feeling unfulfilled and disappointed. You sit there in disbelief, as he cleans his fingers off with a tissue.

“Pity” he shrugs “Get dressed, I’m taking you home” he turns around, heading towards the front.

You throw the box of kleenex at his head. You miss.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” you jump off his desk, ignoring the dull throb between your legs as you put your panties and jeans back on, following the trail of your clothes he left in his wake.

“Could’ve said sorry” he just says, closing up the register, while you put on your shirt and shoes “C’mon my van is around the back” he offers, grabbing his keys.

“I’m not fucking getting in your car. I can drive” you protest.

“Yeah, uh huh, you and what car, you fucking liar? Saw you at the bus stop the other day, and your car isn’t in the parking lot. You either let me drive or you can sleep in here tonight.”

You let him drive you home. The sound of Judas Priest blaring through the speaker only makes the stubborn silence between you two louder.

The ten minute drive to your house feels like an hour, as you itch to get off the dingy van and take care of what he left unfinished.

He finally parks up in front of your house, you quickly book it towards your door as he shouts “You’re welcome sweetheart” before you fumble with the keys and enter inside. He stays there until you do.

Your dad was asleep already, so you crack his bedroom door to check up on him. You sigh. Everything seems to be alright.

Once all the lights are off, you run towards your room. Still in disbelief of what happened with Eddie, you strip off your coffee- smelling clothes, wincing at the thought of Eddie’s hands sneaking under your shirt, his fingers hooking on the sides of your panties.

The feeling of hatred and arousal battling each other off while you recall his stupid smiling face as he removed his fingers from inside you. The dull empty ache as you came down from the euphoria of his touch and words.

That night, you kick yourself for not saying sorry to him.

[mrkheartffmans]

Adam Stanheight and his gf headcanons 18+

♡note♡: hi !!! self indulgent once again !! as always my reader is black coded<3 but you can still read if you aren't !! like and reblog drop in a request pls:) or you can drop in anon or as yourself and talk to me !! either are GREATLY appreciated ily !! also i write adam in a not shitty! apt :) and trap never happened here☆

~18+ mdni~

♡content warnings♡: missionary, breeding, established safe words, rough oral (m/f recieving), limit pushing, humilation, dacryphilia, kissing, breath play... don't blink!, toys, masturbation, teasing, forced? orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, marking, degradation, multiple orgasms, fingering, squirting, pinning, name calling, affirmation kink (f recieving), half clothed sex, photos, nudes, smoking, creaming

sfw

OMG HE LOVES HER SO MUCH! like he physically cannot live without her or he wouldn't make it. he's so possessive and will give you the world if you ask him to. he's super!! clingy, he was ecstatic when you bought a place near him. either you'd be at his place all the time or he'll be over at yours.

adam is a skinny white boy so you know what that means... his girl is 100% a chubby short black girl! i don't make the rules over here. i'm NOT JUST saying this just bc i'm fat and brown skinned but liked dude think about it... who loves emo/alt music? EXACTLY so when you met him at the record store for the first time he couldn't help but notice how cute you were peeking in the cases on ur tippy toes next to him.

"hi, i'm adam", he confidently turned to you and introduced himself. smiling ever so gently, warmly welcoming you to reciprocate and you did. the two of you walked around the store together for almost an hour talking about everyone you two like. he slides you his number hoping he'd get a "yes" to the date he proposed.

when you agreed to go out with him he was over the moon with excitement. he bought you a huge bouquet of pink roses and gave them to you with a kiss on your cheek. he noticed that it was your favorite color because of your pretty little outfit you were wear that day.

adam loves holding your hand, reminding you that he's not going anywhere. you two could be doing something so simple as cleaning up together and he'd sneak up on you just to hold your hand and leave a sweet kiss on your palm. he also loves putting his arm around your waist while you two are walking, keeping you close at all times. he also loves for you to hold the loop of his jeans y'all know it looks silly but it keeps him grounded and safe.

adam tries to cook for you... well he knows that you like to cook and he learns from you and if he has a free day he'll surprise you after a long day with a recipe you taught him and he surprisingly does really well considering it was his first time cooking for someone other than himself. he's easy to please when it comes to eating as well and he loves and appreciates everything you cook for him. he's not too picky either and is willing to try anything if you like it.

the quiet time the two of you spend together is cherished by the both of you. he could be on the couch organizing a portfolio and you're behind him at the table drawing or writing. being in each other's presence is enough for you two. adam loves watching you work as you do to him. standing in his dark room with him watching with your elbows on his table as develops he photos and explains the process is better than listening to your favorite podcast atm.

you're adam's little spoon... idc what anyone else says about adam being the little spoon. this man is so posessive over you til it's ridiculous. he holds you tightly in his arms like it's therapy for him. he LOVES to play with how soft you are gosh, your tummy, your thighs, your cute arms UGH he adores it sooooo much !!! he loves to rest his head on your stomach feeling the soft flesh under his fingers as you're relaxing with him.

UGHHHHH I WANNA KEEP GOING ON THIS I'M WRITING A SEPERATE FIC FOR THIS ONE HERE !! PLEASE SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE AWAY PLS I WANNA SQUISH ADAM SO BADLY I JUST WANNA CUDDLE HIM SO HE CAN GROPE AND TOUCH ME I'M INSANE Y'ALL...

adam loves when you fall asleep on or near him. he loves that he makes you feel safe enough to rest in his arms. he'd be so surprised the first time it happens he goes into his drawer inside the tv stand and fetches you a throw blanket. tucking you in like a cute burrito and kissing your cheek as he retreats to the recliner near you. or when you fall asleep on him is even better because he can feel you breathing and hear your cute little snores up close and personal. he doesn't even mind if you drool on him. "it's so cute!", he always reassures to you.

adam loves watching horror movies with you. finding out you loved them as much as he did he was estatic. always finding new underground films for you to watch. you two shared your letterboxds' with that you knew y'all clicked at that moment. nights with him in his bed watching scary movies out beat spending money on bad service in a overpriced restaurant any day.

nsfw

creds to @eloquentmoon for the prompts

this man loves when you beg him for kisses. he doesn't deny his baby for long but to hear those three words fall from your needy lips "please kiss me." it makes him want to absolutely devour you and leave you satisfied never wanting another on your tongue. the way you gently tug at his flannel's collar pulling him in closer for you to taste him drives him mad and deeper in love with you. he obliges your every request. also! he loves fucking you with him on top so he can lean down to kiss his pretty girl >.<

when adam has your head all fuzzy with pleasure he has to put an end to your mindless babbling by suggesting you to "use your words, dummy." yeah adam can be super mean sometimes but it's only because you asked for it and have totally gone silent besides the whiny moans you're emiting. i mean he can't blame you when you've had your 4th orgasm in 20 minutes. he gets realy close to you and playfully waves his hand before your eyes asking "is anyone up there?" refering to your long gone brain.

he loves the moments when you let him take photos of you undressing. the lit cigarette that dangles from his lips, his eyes focused catching every side of you he admires. your dress, your shoulders, your cute sides, and it all drives him mad. flashing, flashing flashing, photo after photo showcasing his beautiful girl in her natural form. "keep your eyes on me, so pretty..." he moans rolling his hips into your own. you know once all the clothes are gone he's immediately inside you! flashing...flashing. oh, yes is he still snapping pics. you bet your ass he is.

adam loves praising his girl telling her how cute she is how good she's doing. especially when he's got her bent over the counter of his dark room workspace. your panties along side your skirt pool down ankles and feet as adam works his hips into gripping your soft waist as he pulls you back and forth onto his length. "you take me so well, sweetheart" he's practically whining into your ear caging you in underneath him fucking you harder. your moans fill dark room as he leans and kisses you roughly.

in addition to that being said... adam's favorite position is missionary but!... when he's on his knees in front of you holding your squishy thighs down against the bed. he's pummeling into you again and again... over and over. "spread your legs wider f'me, love" he groans pushing them further apart making you feel a yummy burning stretch in your thighs. he has the best seat in the house viewing his thick cock spliting your poor little pussy wide open. he often rubs your little clit to making it so hard to stay still.

adam loves to watch you pleasure yourself while he fucks you. he has no shame in telling you to either reach down and rub your clit or hold a vibe to it. he loves how the added stimulation makes you clench even harder around him. "touch yourself, princess." he whispers in your ear while pounding away at your slick cunt. even when he's not fucking you there are times when he wants to see you doing all the work.

oh, he will give his girl rounds nearly making her go insane. you can't believe how long this man can last while fucking you into oblivion. ruining your pretty brown skin in the process he tucks his head in the crook of your neck sucking and leaving his mark while railing you from behind for the 2nd time today. just before that he had your wrists pinned above your head while he works into you leaving you absolutely ravished under him. he gives you his neediest kisses whining almost "i can't get enough of you, darling." he continues rolling his hips giving you your 5th but not last orgasm of the night.

your cunt is his favorite meal. plain and simple... he can cum just from slobbering your clit down alone. "you taste so good, my love.", moaning against you adding more vibrations for the sensations he's giving you. he loves it when it gets too much for you and your chubby thighs press around his head, his sweaty hair dampening them a little more. but not as juicy and slick adam has your pretty hole. licking and twisting his fingers deeper past the knuckle abusing that spongy spot within your warm walls. even making you squirt sometimes.

he pushes your limits (with consent of course) when your on your knees in front of him between his legs. his cock buried in your throat so deliciously. your soft hands grip at his thighs when he pushes your head down seemingly impossible but FURTHER down his thick length. filling your senses with him and only him. he notices how you gag and sputter around him, ignoring it because youv'e yet to use your physical safe word. even when those pretty brown eyes of yours fill with tears. "breathe through your nose, slut." he says eyes rolling back and groaning from the feeling of your hot mouth on him.

he WILL talk you through your orgasm!! i don't make the rules... he's deep in your cunt giving you languid strokes telling you how pretty you are for him. he angles his hips differently plunging deeper into your sticky walls (he's already came in you at least twice) pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he has your thighs up against either of your ears making your tummy fat roll so cutely. "does that feel good, my love?" he knows damn well he's making your head spin with every thrust. you can only nod frantically eyes crossing a little bit. "that's it princess, be a good girl and cream all over this cock."

[vampiretendencies]

Could I request lyric viii with JJ Maybank?

“if you get a minute call me back, im so lonely and you’re the only one that knows me”

— call me back by chase atlantic

IDCNTLIKEDARKNESS MILESTONE EVENT ★

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, mentions of death, tiny bit angsty, maybe suggestive if you take it that way.

authors note; hello! welcome to the first blurb of this event! hope you all enjoy. the event lasts today up until sunday! any rules are linked in the event title. i will also be making mood boards for every blurb, but tumblr tends to ruin the quality of them. doesn’t have to be my lyrics either you may send in fully your own idea to be apart of this <3

masterlist — jj maybank masterlist

JJ bit down so anxiously on his tongue that he felt the familiar metallic taste of blood.

He’d forgotten to pick you up from work, and he knows it’s such a minuscule task but, it did slip his mind. Though he fears he won’t hear from you again, because every mistake might make you slip through his fingertips so quickly that he won’t be able to catch you.

That you’ll abandon him, and leave him for dead like everyone else in his lousy life. In this town full of stupidity, his only remnant of hope was you. And he couldn’t— he just couldn’t have that sensational feeling ripped away from him before he fully got to experience it.

Any moment he got to spend with you, he’d be elated if it was his last.

He’d die a happy man.

Though right now all he wants you to do is pick up the damn phone before he actually goes into full cardiac arrest.

You were on the other end, glaring at the phone that lit up beside you whilst toy with the corners of the sheets on your bed. You weren’t even displeased with him, you were merely proving a point— do not be late to pick late to pick you up from work, having already stayed at the shitty establish long enough.

To be quite fair though, you did have your own way of transportation. JJ just always insisted on sporting his girl in his pick up truck— showing you off to the world with a desiring kiss to his lips.

“Fuck,” he whimpered into the palm of his hand, dialing your number for the umpteenth time.

1 new voicemail.

He never leaves voicemails, you thought.

Must’ve been urgent enough for him to declare his apology to you. So you resonate with the voicemail having craved to hear his raspy, lulling voice all day.

“Baby … look okay I know you’re mad. I don’t even have an excuse this time, but I fuckin’ miss you,” and you hear his somber sentence flail at you heart, already swooning. “Shit, just don’t go okay? If you get a minute call me back, I’m so lonely and you’re the only one that knows me.”

And you did, you stored things about JJ that he wouldn’t tell a soul— not even the Pogues. He’s so adamant in saying such things because, if you leave him he vowed to not let anyone get that close to him again. Fearing to handle such deep rooted pain.

If it wasn’t you, it wasn’t anyone.

Rolling your eyes lovingly— if that was even possible, you dial the insatiable number back. Awaiting to hear his voice, you chew down on your bottom lip.

All it took was one ring.

And he’s jumping off of the couch, a half smile adorning his features.

“Wanna’ tell me why you didn’t pick me up from work?”

“Wanna’ tell me why you can’t answer the damn phone?”

Shared breathy laughter was formed, and then JJ honed in on the fact that maybe he was being overdramatic and so were you.

“Don’t don’t do that shit again, baby.”

“Then remember to pick me up next time, J.”

He huffs on the other end, but you know he doesn’t fully mean it. Stomach soaring at the weakness he felt in his knees, by the sudden and welcoming comfort surging throughout him.

“You weren’t even there to give me a kiss.”

“Tell you what, come here and we can work something out pretty girl.”

[humblequestvinyl]

halloween

HALLOWEEN, FISHER!BROTHERS X SISTER!READER

APART OF THE ‘WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER SERIES’ 

SUMMARY: when it’s susannah fishers favorite holiday, the youngest fisher tries to honor her mother, but it’s impossible when she feels haunted by it.

inspired by halloween by noah kahan

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lowercase intentional! wc: 1.7k

warnings: implied/written in age (because it is the youngest fisher) HEAVY drinking, fem love interest! a breakdown, mentions of death, swearing

a/n: HELLOOO this is connecting to the view between villages blurb, so if you haven’t read that pls do! if you don’t no worries either!! loving this series so far omgomgomg also this desc isnt great (sorry) & BACK TO DECEMBER TV IN THE TRAILER IM LOSING IT.

IT WAS LESS THAN A WEEK LATER WHEN SUSANNAH’S FAVORITE HOLIDAY CAME,

and it would be the first year the fisher siblings wouldn’t be able to spend it with her.

it was late in the afternoon as y/n sat down on the beach, sipping on the only beer conrad had picked up the entire time they had been in cousin’s, waiting for her brothers to come back from the store.

it had been over an hour since they had left, and throughout that entire time, Y/N had stayed in the same place, drifting off to a place she always feared. she had seen it happen to other people, and always heard about it but had never experienced it herself.

the girl broke out of her thoughts as she heard footsteps heading towards her, and her head snapped behind her, seeing conrad walking towards her with a beer in his hand.

“is that for me?”she questioned as he sat next to her, and he chuckled before shaking his head and taking a sip of it. “you’re not even supposed to be drinking that.”

“maybe don’t leave beer where the sixteen year old can get it.”y/n shrugged, before the two sat silently, with an understanding that’s how it had to be right now to even try and get through the girl.

conrad and y/n always understood each other. maybe it was because they both had aquarius sun’s, or it was conrad knew how y/n felt when she quit volleyball just because of their father. ruining the one thing she truly loved the most besides her mom and cousins beach.

the two watched as the waves crashed against the sand, and fizzled out, representing the feeling the two felt.

y/n always joked that when they were talking about what taylor swift songs represented them, he was the archer, and she was the one who was trying, while jeremiah a mirrorball.

the three fisher siblings; the one who never grew up, the one who got wasted like all of her potential, and the one who when they break, it's in a million pieces.

“what do you think belly, laurel and steven are doing right now?”y/n asked quietly after a while, and conrad chuckled, taking another sip of his beer before the two heard a voice behind them.

“laurel’s probably writing while belly’s with taylor, and steven i know for a fact is with their dad.”jeremiah spoke up, and y/n watched as he sat next to her, sipping a can of coke the fisher boys had picked up at the store.

“what are our plans for tonight?”jer questioned, and y/n looked back towards the water, with emptiness filling her.

“there’s a party going on down the shore at michael’s.”y/n spoke up, and she saw the look both of her brothers were giving her, knowing where she was talking about was some weird guy who was only popular because his parents had money.

“after last summer you still wanna go there?”conrad questioned, and y/n shrugged, not really caring as long as there was alcohol, “i’m going either way.”

the two fisher brothers watched as she stood up, and walked back towards the house with an empty bottle of beer in her hand, and more grief than anyone could have imagined.

“we’re both in agreement she’s not going to that party right?”jeremiah questioned, watching as conrad took a sip of his beer, before doing a quick nod.

“absolutely.”

—

SOMEHOW WITHOUT HER BROTHERS KNOWING, Y/N ENDED UP AT THE PARTY.

with a red solo cup in her hand, and shitty synth-pop music blaring through the speakers that were in the living room, the h/c felt like she had succeeded in her mission of escaping her brothers.

she was sick and tired of their worried looks, and them wanting her to be okay when in reality nothing was okay. it was in absolute shambles, and scattered everywhere in little shards, almost like a mirrorball.

memories that once glimmered and brought the girl so much joy, now stabbed her and opened up a new wound everytime she thought about it.

like dress shopping for the deb ball.

this year was supposed to be her year to do it. this was the year she was supposed to pick out her white dress, learn how to courtesy, how to have the proper manners, and to be escorted out and to dance with whoever she chose. as her mother always said, it was her turn to be ‘in bloom’.

instead, she felt like she was shriveled up and dead. she felt like those flowers that you had left out in the sun for too long, never gave any water to, and when you finally remembered that you had them, they were depressing looking, with the petals falling apart.

taking a sip of whatever alcohol she had in her cup, her nose scrunched as it burned going down, knowing this was a constant cycle of today. y/n didn’t know how many she had already, and she didn’t really care as long as it ended with her being passed out drunk later that night.

she had been there for almost two hours, and the room was already spinning on her. stumbling towards the kitchen, the girl finished her drink before going to pour another before blue eyes met hers, and she stopped.

“how many have you had already?”the girl in front of her questioned, and y/n placed the bottle of vodka down on the counter, and pursed her lips as she stayed silent for a few moments.

“who cares emerson.”y/n finally spoke up, watching as the girl in front of her pulled her brunette hair back into a low ponytail, just like she always did.

emerson scott. the girl from last summer y/n had spent as much time as she could with, when both girls weren’t working or at the beach. the girl who had shown up for her when others didn’t.

the girl she loved the most.

“well, obviously me.”emerson pulled the red solo cup away from the girl, and leaned on the counter, “i don’t want you to get alcohol poisoning.”

“yeah well i do.”y/n stated as emerson handed her a bottle of water to try and lessen the girls hangover, “at this point, i’d love it.”

“well too bad.”emerson told her, and y/n rolled her eyes, not really giving a shit on what the girl in front of her thought.

“will you let me take you home?”the brunette questioned, causing y/n to glare at the sixteen year old, not wanting to leave and go back to the beach house she was convinced was haunted.

“absolutely not.”y/n denied, before starting to walk away, but emerson was right by her side, “emerson i’m serious.”

“i know you are n/n.”emerson told the youngest fisher as she walked through the house to get towards the exit, and started to walk out, “if you’re going to leave can you at least let me get you ice cream or something?”

“why!”y/n threw her arms up in frustration, wanting nothing more than to be left alone and down her sorrows, “i’m not going home and i’m sure as hell not in the mood for you to say we’re not going back to my house and then we end up fucking there!”

“y/n,”emerson gently grabbed ahold of the girls hand, trying to make sure she didn’t stumble into the street in her drunken state, “i’m being serious. if you don’t want to go back we won’t. i wouldn’t lie about that.”

“everyone fucking says that!”the h/c cursed, as her bottom lip quivered, “first it was conrad who told me last summer that everything was fine, and dad just had to go on a trip on the fourth when in reality my parents were getting a divorce because my dad is a piece of shit!”

“next it was my dad who claims he’s not disappointed in me for quitting volleyball when every time he looks at me it’s filled with disappointment and makes me feel like a failure!”she yelled, ripping her hand away from emerson, as she continued on her rant, “finally it was mom who said that her cancer wasn’t back, but guess-fucking-what! she lied because now she’s six feet under in some cemetery in brighton!”

“i’m sick and tired of being lied to because everytime someone lies to me, it ends up going to shit!”she screamed, before a sob escaped her lips, and emerson wrapped the girl in a tight hug.

“i can’t do it anymore emmy.”the girl cried, clutching onto the brunette tightly, “i can’t continue being fucking lied to.”

it was awhile before the e/c girl sobs turned into cries, and those cries turned into whimpers, and emerson was able to get the girl into her car, with taylor swift playing softly in the background.

my tears ricochet started to play, and y/n looked out the window as emerson had started to drive away to god knows where, but y/n didn’t care. she watched as they exited out of cousin’s, and towards the city y/n adored so much.

boston.

the remaining fisher girl watched as a murder of crows flew over the skyline of boston as they entered it, and the city of boston reminded y/n of a ghost town. 

as they entered the city, presumably to just drive around and get the girl away from cousins, her eyes started to become heavy, and she slowly fell asleep as the sound of taylor swift’s voice reminded her of a soft lullaby.

emerson looked over at the girl, seeing her finally be relaxed since her mom had passed, and a small frown was placed on the blue eyed girl’s lips.

it wasn’t halloween, but the ghost of susannah fisher knew how to haunt y/n.

[onceuponastory]

little favours - biker!bucky x reader

Plot: Since Bucky saved her from her shitty boss, Y/N hasn’t seen him again. For a while, she gets closer and closer to giving up hope. Until he comes back. And this time, he’s asking for her help. Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of sick kids/kids in hospital in case that’s a trigger. Again, Biker!Bucky likes using doll as his pet name (yes, he’s a warning, hahaha). As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This is part two to my first Biker!Bucky fic, Knights in Leather Jackets which you can read here if you haven’t already. I hope you like it. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Almost two weeks since she first met Bucky, Y/N is in the ice cream parlour again. Thankfully, it seems like her boss listened to Bucky’s warning, and he hasn’t bothered her since. So, ever since he left, Y/N has essentially been running the parlour herself. And for once, she’s started loving her job again. Shockingly, it turns out that not having her overbearing boss constantly breathing down her neck makes her happier and work better. As she cleans the counter, her eyes flicker to the note Bucky left her, his number still scrawled onto it. Despite how much happier she is now that her boss is gone, she is disappointed that she doesn’t have an excuse to call Bucky and have him down at the coffee shop at a moment’s notice.

“I could just call him, regardless of if I need help or not. I mean, he was obviously flirting.” The grin on Bucky’s face as he spoke to her replays in her mind once more, and already Y/N is grinning like a lovesick idiot.

Although, to be honest, that’s exactly what she is. Ever since he left her store, Bucky has constantly been in her mind. But somehow, even after everything they’ve been through, she just can’t bring herself to call him. Even though he saved her, she’s not sure where, if anywhere, that leaves them now. Of course, she’s under Bucky’s protection now, but whether it’s just his or his entire gang’s (if he has one, that is) is left to be seen. And besides, how long does it last? Is it lifelong or just until everything with her boss blows over? Or maybe her boss has tried to squeal, so Bucky and the others are lying low and not wanting to drag her into this.

“But I am a part of this.” Y/N glances back over at the note again. Bucky’s laughter fills her mind. “Fuck it.” Pulling out her phone, Y/N dials Bucky’s number.

Ring.

Ring.

The longer it goes without an answer, the more Y/N’s stomach twists and her heart sinks. And what little hope she has of seeing Bucky again slowly slips away.

When it hits voicemail, Y/N isn’t even surprised. Maybe she’s right. Maybe he doesn’t want to see her again. Or at least, not anytime soon. “Hey Bucky, it’s me, Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m okay. I was just wondering if I could see you again? …To thank you, I mean. Just come back to the shop. I’ll be here. Bye.” Sighing, she puts the phone down. Hopefully, she does see him again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Do you wanna get that, Buck?” Steve raises a brow, gesturing to Bucky’s ringing phone.

“No, I’ll get it later. It’s alright.” Yet, the phone keeps ringing. 

“Buck….”

“Steve, just finish the meeting. I promise I’ll get it later.” Before Steve can say anything else, Bucky grabs his phone, switching it off and silencing the call. 

“Well, okay. As I was saying, the charity ride and fundraiser for the local hospital went really well, but I think there are still some things we can do.”

“What about a visit?” Sam pipes up. “We’ve done that a few times already, and the kids seem to love it.” Steve nods. Immediately, Y/N enters Bucky’s mind. Although he’s been thinking about her a lot recently. Actually, he’s been thinking about her since he left her. Her smile, her gorgeous face…god. He’d love to go back and see her again, but he’s been so busy recently that he hasn’t had the chance to. But now, he has the perfect excuse.

“Buck? You okay?” Steve frowns, curious about his friends’ silence.

“I have an idea.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next day, Y/N is back in the shop, sorting things through the back. Suddenly, the chimes above the door sound, signifying a customer. A familiar figure leans against the wall, sunglasses perched on his head. As soon as she sees him, she recognises him right away, and her heart begins to pound. “Bucky?”

“Hey doll.”

“You’re back.” Y/N breathes, still a little in shock. Like if someone pinched her, she’d wake up again. If this is a dream, she hopes nobody pinches her. “Do you...want some more raspberry ripple?” She asks, immediately regretting it. Yes, ask the hot biker about ice cream instead of on a date with you. Good idea.

“I’d love some, but not yet. Actually, I have a favour to ask you.” As she nods in agreement, Y/N can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Honestly, she thought Bucky was coming back just to see her, and maybe ask her out. But at least this still gives her a chance to see him, which is better than nothing. And he looks even better than she remembers. He’s sending her heart into a flutter all over again. 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“We’re doing some more fundraising for the kids’ hospital, and planning a visit too.” So the favour is for sick kids. Whilst she was more worried about her and Bucky’s relationship. Great. Now she feels like an asshole. “We were thinking of bringing them a treat, so I thought I’d call up the sweetest woman I know to see if she can lend a hand.” Y/N smiles, already feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. “So.” Bucky trails off. “Can you help?” 

Like she’d ever say no.

“Of course I will.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Thank you for the ice cream.” The young boy smiles up at her, and Y/N has to stop herself from crying. Although she’s enjoying spending this time with Bucky and his friends, it’s been amazing to see the kids and provide them with a little happiness during their hospital stay. Despite everything they’ve been through, both they and their families are all so kind and cheerful. Giving them some ice cream to help them feel better is the least she can do.

“Thanks for doing this, by the way. I was right. You really are an angel.” Bucky tells her as they head towards the next room. Smiling, Y/N shrugs.

“Of course I would. And besides, I’m the angel? This coming from the guy who beat up my asshole boss and is giving ice cream to sick kids. Sounds like you deserve that title more than I do.”

“I told you, doll. It’s what we do. And besides, I only came up with the idea, you’re the one giving it out.” 

“Acting like a regular Prince Charming is a daily occurrence for you? Sure.” Bucky blushes at her words, grinning like the same lovesick fool she knows she is around him.

“Bucky!” A little girl grins from her bed when they enter the next room, waving excitedly.

“Melody! Hey kiddo! Good to see you again.” He perches on the end of her bed, listening to her excited chatter about what she’s been doing since he last saw her. The sight makes Y/N’s heart swell. Despite how big and scary Bucky looks to other people, he’s so kind and loving to everyone. And Y/N’s hopelessly in love with him.

“He does this a lot, you know? They all do. Means the world to her.” Melody’s mother smiles, coming to stand by Y/N. “Melody adores him.” She’s not the only one.

“I have a surprise for you. I asked your mommy and your doctor, and they said you can have some ice cream. And it’s your favourite, strawberry.” Melody’s face lights up as Y/N passes over some for her. 

“Thanks Bucky!” Melody squeals, wrapping her tiny arms around him.

“Hey it’s not just me. My friend Miss Y/N is the one who brought you the ice cream.”

“Thank you, Miss Y/N!” She calls across the room. The sweetness and innocence in her voice makes Y/N smile.

“You’re very welcome Melody. But you can just call me Y/N, alright?”

“She’s pretty.” Melody whispers to Bucky, yet is still just loud enough for Y/N to hear. “She looks like a princess.”

“Yeah.” Bucky chuckles, gazing over at Y/N like she hung the moon. “I know.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Later, after Y/N and Bucky have finished visiting the kids, he offers to take her home on his bike. Of course, Y/N accepted right away. “Remember your helmet. Couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” Y/N puts it on, hoping she’s quick enough to mask how smitten with him she is. This man is going to be the death of her one day. “Hold on tight, okay?” Tentatively, Y/N reaches out, wrapping her arms around Bucky’s waist and scooting closer to him. The scent of patchouli oil, Bucky’s scent, fills her senses again, and she inhales deeply.

“How is it he already smells like home?”

As Bucky drives down the streets and roads of New York, Y/N leans back a little, enjoying the ride. This is what she used to dream about. Sitting on a bike and feeling free. If only she knew it’d come true. And that it’s even better than she dreamt. Although...that’s mainly because of Bucky.

But soon, Bucky pulls up outside her apartment, the ride and her dream over. “Thanks Bucky.”

“Not at all. Thank you for coming today.”

“I told you, I’m glad to help. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Y/N, wait.” Bucky orders, stopping her. “Can I….” She raises a brow, waiting for his explanation. It’s strange, seeing the intimidating, yet flirty and confident Bucky, now a blushing mess around her. Although, it’s kind of endearing. “Can I take you out? On a date?”

“Yeah.” she gasps, already nodding with excitement. “Of course.” Bucky grins.

“How about I pick you up this Saturday, then? Say…about seven?”

“Okay. See you then.” Suddenly, Bucky leans in, pecking her on the cheek. His beard grazes her cheek, which tingles under its touch. 

“See you then, doll.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[reallyromealone]

Despite (name) seemingly being the calmer one in the relationship, he was the one who threw the fuck down when need be.

And it was glorious.

When he learned that Billy was being shitty to little max again, he almost lost it on the blond.

"Baby I'm gonna shave his head when he sleeps" (name) said seriously to Eddie while cupping the brunettes cheeks lovingly "I will get a seam ripper and rip seams in all his clothing so they slowly fall apart while he wears them"

Eddie loved it when (name) was like this.

When he was an absolute menace.

"Put mashed potato mix in his gas tank..."

Eddie wanted to cackle at (name)s revenge plots as their little pup sat in his arms, completely unaware that his dam wanted to commit crimes for the sake of his packmate.

"I have no doubts in your abilities baby"

"Next time I see him I'm running him over"

"Baby remember the rules" Eddie chastised as he let his pup play with his ringed fingers "leave no evidence" (name) groaned "exactly so no car hitting"

"...fine..."

"Thank you"

Back in high school billy was down bad for (name), one of the few omegas in his opinion that were worth his time and he was always hella salty that (name) picked the freak over him and what could he say? He had a thing for Dilfs (dams id love to fuck) and (name) definitely fit that category now.

He's down to be that pups step dad he won't even try to deny.

The thing is (name) despised him deeply.

Like willing to commit a felony onto him.

And he almost had a few times.

He was terrifying and hot.

"Stop staring at me you pervert" (name) said with venom in his tone as he was halted by Billy in the grocery store, the man very much objectifying (name) to filth much to the omegas disgust.

"C'mon babydoll don't be like that" Billy said trying to flirt with the Omega who all but hissed at him "piss off sweaty"

"You wanna see me sweaty?"

"I will literally hit you with my car"

"I see something I wanna hit"

Billy leaned closer and that's when (name) had enough"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!" he yelled and everyone turned to look at the scene and Billy tisked as people began whispering amongst themselves because why was an alpha harrassing an Omega and their pup? Billy gave him one last look before leaving the store.

Finishing up his shopping he went to customer service in the grocery shop and borrowed their phone and called Eddie to come get him, he didn't feel safe at the moment.

Eddie came in record time and immediately went and checked on his Omega and pup "I got extra sugar..." (Name) mumbled and Eddie looked confused "gonna fucking ruin that car"

"And I won't stop you angel"

Eddie drove (name) home, helping him unpack before grabbing the baby bag "what are you doing?" (Name) asked curiously "you're coming with me to the shop" Eddie's alpha instincts were going wild at this point and didn't want (name) alone and the Omega didn't stop him.

"What's (name) doing here?" Dustin asked curiositly as the couple walked into the store, it was winter break so all the pups were here ((name) didn't care that they were around sixteen at this point, they were still babies go him) "Billy tried hitting on me at the grocery store and Eddie doesn't want me alone" (name) said simply as he went and sat down beside his little brother, (sons name) babbling excitedly at his uncle "are you alright?" Max asked worriedly to the older Omega and (name) just smiled sweetly "I am but he won't be"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it little Sparrow"

And no one dared ask further questions as (name) turned his attention to the game table"so what are you guys doing?"

"Working on a campaign for new years"

"Interesting... Oh! I need you guys to come over tomorrow to get your Christmas gifts" (name) said suddenly"except for you dusty, you can wait"

The Hendersons and Munson families were having one big Christmas at (name) and Eddies house and (name) and Eddie had that shit planned.

The two would prep any foods that didn't need to be cooked day of the night before and wake up nice and early to start the meal and dessert.

It was their first Christmas with (sons name) and they did go overboard for him they won't deny.

The rest of the day was spent with Eddie at work, helping him with orders and inventory as their pup hung out with his many aunts and uncles.

The next morning though apparently Billy was pissed and hunting down whoever put sugar in his gas tank.

He never figured it out.

[oncasette]

eddie on cassette

eddie munson x gn!reader

summary: five songs and how they relate to your relationship with eddie, drabble/head canon style

warnings: suggestive at points, these are shitty little drabbles. i promise i’ll have better fic later <;3

masterlist | taglist

TOUCH TOO MUCH - ac/dc

too much for my body, too much for my brain

this damn woman’s gonna drive me insane

eddie’s always got music playing when you’re over. he’s got it going when he’s alone, too, but it’s always going when you’re over.

this song, specifically, reminds him of you. and those nights that wayne’s out of the trailer and he can have you in any way he wants.

he scrunches his nose up as he sings along, dramatically pointing at you as he crosses the bedroom to kneel at the foot of the bed.

you know when he’s got this going on the player, it’s gonna be a long night.

I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN’ YOU - kiss

and i can’t get enough of you, baby

can you get enough of me?

eddie’s got this going on the cassette player he keeps on his night stand.

you’d been over at his place for a couple hours, already having shuffled through your usual music picks when you see eddie shuffling around in his tape box and pulling out this kiss one.

“whatcha doin’?” you ask as he makes the most amount of commotion humanly possible to swap out the cassettes. it takes a few seconds, but you already know what’s coming when the opening riff bubbles out over the tiny speakers.

“tonight, i wanna give it all to you,” he sings. “in the darkness there’s so much i want to do.”

it forces a laugh out of you, how earnest he looks. he’s got that look in his eyes, that goofy one he always gives you when he’s about to get all sappy and heart-melty.

“‘cause girl i was made for you. and, girl, you were made for me.” the air guitar starts then, too. His fingers plucking at the non-existent strings, leaving him to stare longingly at the real one hanging above your head only once.

EVERYBODY WANTS YOU - billy squier

everybody leads you

needs you, bleeds you

this is one that eddie only listens to when he’s in your car. on the rare occasion he lets you drive him around, he’ll let you pick the music, despite how terribly “un-metal” your taste is.

he thinks it’s cute, though, watching you blast the speakers the way he usually did. watching you sing to him.

“you give it all away,” you drop your head back on the headrest as you drag the car to a stop before you dramatically turn your head to look at eddie, who's already got his eyes locked on your frame. “everybody wants you.”

CITIES ON FLAME WITH ROCK AND ROLL - blue öyster cult

my heart is black and my lips are cold

cities on flame with rock and roll

he’s not the biggest fan of blue öyster cult, but you’d gotten the album for him on sale at the drug store so he keeps the cassette out on the table beside his player. he plays it on late nights when you’re not able to come over, the nights when he’s been away from you for days and he just needs something to tie him over until he can see you again.

sometimes he’ll pull sweetheart down from the wall and try to play along to the riffs, just because he’s bored enough.

CUM ON FEEL THE NOIZE - quiet riot

come on feel the noise

girls, rock your boys

eddie’s got this blasting in the van when he’s picking you up. you’re not even going anywhere special, just back to his place to hang out for a while until curfew.

you can see him slamming his hands against the steering wheel as he mouths—or sings, probably, it’s hard to tell with how loud he’s got it—along to the speakers.

you have you bang on the window with a full fist for him to unlock it, spinning the volume back a couple dials so that you can hop in without popping a blood vessel.

“hey, baby,” he says. “you ready?”

humming, nodding, you smile back at him as he pulls out of your driveway.

[limbo-limbo-limbo]

𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 . * ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　 ˚

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧."

𝘍𝘦𝘻𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

Fez had taken a liking to ○Y/N○. More than a liking, he was in love. He didn't know it, but there was a time she waited for him to sweep her up and tell her that she was his peace, among the chaos that he thought was his life. He never did take that opportunity though. Plus there was nothing he could do about it, she already had someone now.

"Hey Fezco, Hi Rue." Rue wasn't really paying you any mind but she acknowledged your presence with a simple wave, her mind was occupied with her phone. Possibly Jules. You thought. Fez on the other hand, you had his undivided attention, as always whenever you walked through his store, his eyes would never leave you. This was all he could get with you. Little glances.

"You look really pretty today." There it was your smile. He didn’t understand how a human smile could make him feel the way he did. Fez felt like his whole mood was dependent on how you felt that day. If you were happy, he was in complete bliss. Pissed off about work, he was just as annoyed with you. And if you were sad mainly because of your boyfriend, well he wanted to kill the motherfucker.

"T-Thank you Fezco." He looked at you with those puppy eyes as you liked to call them. You didn't mean to stare so long at him without uttering another word, it was just you never really got to look at him. You were an observer, you liked watching people. Made you feel as though you could tell what type of person they were with just their actions when they thought no one was watching them. But with Fez, you could never look at him. Your boyfriend was usually walking around in the store with you, so you tried to only have eyes for him even if you wanted to stare deep into Fez blue eyes.

"You welcome, ○Y/N○...Ash been wondering when you could help him with his English homework, they reading Shakespeare or some shit."

"I'll stop by tonight, just let me run it by Lamar. He doesn't like me to be out so late." Fez noticed how tense you became after you spoke your boyfriend's name. Lamar was a cool dude, before he shipped off to the military he was a complete gentleman, showering you with compliments and helping you with your sister. Yet he changed once he completely had you to himself. He became passive aggressive and rude. Arguments were all you two did now. He never would hit you, but you knew one day he would snap.

"Cool, I'll be waiting by the door. '' Fez didn't know how much you liked tutoring Ash, you thought he was an intelligent kid given shitty circumstances, just like you. Your mama was someone who made a lot of mistakes and her sins damaged you, so when she birthed your sister you stepped up hard to be that motherly figure and you were really trying hard.

"You look very handsome as well, Fezco. I'll see you and Ash later." Taking your chips after he cashed you up. You walked away, you wanted to look behind you and get one more glance at him. Yet you knew better than to. You had a boyfriend, he was a good man. And you cared for him.

"You two are so weird."

"Rue shut the hell up." She chuckled.

"What? You're the one flirting with ○Y/N○, going you look very pretty." She tried mimicking his chill monotone way of speaking which earned a laugh from him. He didn't think he sounded like that.

"I was just telling her she looks beautiful."

"Yeah and you eye fucked her as she walked around this store. Your eyes never left her sight."

"I thought your ass was on your phone."

"I am, I can multitask."

"Me and ○Y/N○ just cool, Rue. She's a good girl and a good friend."

"And you wanna do some unholy things with her. We know she's not happy with Lamar's crazy ass, so when she comes over, show her how much better you would treat her."

"You know when you stop doing drugs, you're a really smart kid. I like the sober Rue."

"Most people do."

✦ ･ . • . • .

"Baby, it's Ashtray. You know how I help him out with his schoolwork. What's your issue? Everytime I tell you something you have to blow up!" You were getting sick of Lamar's jealous behavior. Emotionally you were tired of going through thus with him, he trailed behind you as you tried putting on your slides, getting ready to leave the house.

"I don't give a damn about Ashtray! Fuck that little boy, but I don't want yo ass around hus ginger ass brother. You so fucking clueless to your surroundings, you don't see how he be looking at you."

"I don't care about him having a thing for me, you should trust and respect me to not let him do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You have!"

"Don't bring that shit up again, me and that girl was just a one time thing and I told you I don't love her."

"You might not love her, but you couldn't stay away from her Lamar! I was here being so good to you, do you know how embarrassing it was to hear from my coworker that they saw you? I gotta go, I'm late anyway." You weren't gonna argue with this man anymore. You told him countless times to trust you and he wouldn't take that leap.

"You walk out of this house, yo shit will be outside! I'm not done with you ○Y/N○."

"Throw it out, Lamar. I've been looking for a way to leave your ass." Walking out the apartment door, you texted your sister, telling her to sleep at a friend's house. You didn't want her alone with Lamar, even though he never hurt her. He could and you didn't need to feel guilty if you let her go home that night.

The walk to Fezco house was long and silent as you just were in your thoughts. He stepped out on you deep into your relationship. You two just moved in together and of course him not knowing how to handle living with someone else. There were fights, not explosive fights, yet you two didn’t wanna be around each other.

You remember how excited you were to make it up for him, you always feel like you’re a burden to people so when anything might go wrong, you’re quick to try and make it right even if it’s not your fault. You were in your thoughts thinking up ways to make it up to him, when the look your coworker, Pam gave you, alerted you she knew some shit. She had that look of guilt.

You remember trying to stop any emotion to show, but you cracked and felt a tear flow and told her "it will be handled."

You finally made it to the Fezco front door, you barely touched it before he opened it. His smile really could make you feel good. You wouldn't tell him this, but his lips were your favorite feature to stare at. He just looked like he needed a good kiss from someone.

"○Y/N○! I was thinking you weren't gonna come, Ash been asking me questions like I'm some literature genius." Letting out a laugh, Fez watched you. You wore this green dress blouse that complimented your brown skin neck accompanied with a gold necklace, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra. Which had him blushing, you were the type to come out of the house with your legs the only thing shown. He knew Lamar was the reason behind that.

"Fezco you're like the smartest dude I know, don't play yourself like that." You two just stared at each other, fez didn't really know what to say. A thank you could have worked but he was honestly in bliss.

"Finally you came! Come on, I wanna finish before dinner comes." Ashtray could give a damn about you two flirting with each other right now.

"We'll talk later sweetheart."

"Okay."

✦ ･ . • . • .

"First off everyone knows that Monsters Inc. is the best disney movie, I don't care what anyone says. It’s a classic." You and Ash finally finished his homework and Fez wouldn't let you leave without getting something to eat. He really knew how to make a home cooked meal, he really had to raise himself and Ashtray just like you and your sister.

“Naw sweetheart that movie with the maid looking chick who had the glass slipper, that is a classic.” Fez really liked watching movies, to him it was a nice escape from the shitty environment he was in, and was a good bonding moment for him and Ash. But now it was becoming his chance to know you a little more personally.

“Fezco, are you talking about cinderella? Omg! Baby, that can't be your favorite movie!"

"What! It got a good message."

"What's the message then Fezco?"

"Being a good person will be worth it in the long run. Yeah when shit go wrong, you might wanna give a fuck you to the world. But if you keep your head up and still show kindness to the world and yourself. I feel like prince charming ain't gonna be too far away." You could feel something in your chest swell. You two never really had deep conversations, but you knew when Fez talked, he definitely had something wise to say.

“In a way I feel like you’re cinderella.” Taking your eyes away from the Tv, you had to give Fez a confusing look. To you happy endings were not in your book, even though you longed for it.

“What do you mean?”

“You have a kind soul, despite the shit with your mom. You kept the kind spirit and raised your sister. Prince Charming, you just ain't found him yet.”

“E-Excuse me…” You could feel yourself getting hot, Fezco never spoke his disdain of Lamar out of respect for you and the relationship. But everyone knew they weren’t cool with each other, Fezco thought he was a little bitch with anger issues and Lamar knew how much Fezco wanted you and hated how close you two were.

“I know you’re not happy sweetheart, you don’t think I noticed how out of it you were.”

“Um we just had an argument and I think we’re done with each other.” Fez wanted to smile out of happiness, but he could tell now wasn’t the time to do all that. Would be a dickish move.

“Question is are you gonna go back if he crawls back.”

“I-I don’t know. He’s not a bad guy, he just has some issues but who doesn’t.”

“Well let him go to a fucking therapist, and let him work that shit out himself.” Letting out a slight smile, you listened to what he said. He wasn’t wrong, the thing between you and Lamar has run its course, but somehow you couldn’t just stop wanting to help Lamar through his battles. “I want to be your prince charming ○Y/N○, but I know it won’t be easy to let him go. So I just want you to make the right choice whatever it may be. Imma always rock with you even if you decide fuck us both and you be on your single journey shit.” You let out a laugh.

“Could I stay here for the night, just for tonight.”

“Yeah take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no Fez, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s really not serious.”

“Go get in the bed ○Y/N○.”

“Fine.” Walking to his room, you watched as he made the couch, trying to make it comfortable for him.

"Fez?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, beautiful."

[hyperfixated-homo]

ooh I'm gonna be super predictable but I adore big brother Virgil in any capacity, so if you wanna write that go wild. muah <3

Tired, but never of them

Virgil has a bad day. His little siblings comfort him in their own special way.

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A/N: This took a while, sorry! Sibling stories are not my strong suit lmao. It’s not even really explicit that he’s the older one here, but you know that he is and I guess that’s what matters. Also I almost got to 2k words with this fic!! Yay me :D

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He was having a bad day.

Everything had gone wrong from the moment he woke up. He was late for school because he needed to stay up all night to study for a test (which he missed, thanks to his lateness). Then he got a call from his boss and he had to leave his brothers alone in the house because obviously he didn't want to get fucking fired and lose their only source of income. Then it felt like the only customers at their shitty little convenience store were all angry moms and spoiled brats who would take forever to buy their stupid fucking candy and gum and then complain when he didn't give them a discount when they gave him dirty looks. Then in a tiring series of events:

Some kids from his school showed up and started fucking around with the displays.

One of them jokingly asked him out and then called him gay for not immediately saying no.

They all proceeded to laugh at him for being queer for like, half an hour (which he was, but they didn't know that so what was the point?).

A middle aged man yelled at him for five minutes because he wouldn't give him a free beer for an expired coupon that wasn't even for their store.

A kid started crying really fucking loudly in the corner (she didn't stop for fifteen minutes and her parents refused to leave the store. He didn't know if he felt more sorry for them or for himself).

Someone smashed a bottle on the floor trying to take it out of a six pack even though they had a massive sign that clearly stated that they didn't sell single bottles.

And then, to top it all off, one of the kids smoked a cigarette in the bathroom and set the place on fire.

So yeah. In conclusion; Virgil Sanders was having an absolutely horrible fucking day.

When he got home, it was already seven pm and he hadn't eaten since his rushed breakfast (the granola bars at the store didn't count for shit). He was exhausted and stressed out and so sick of everything that he didn't bother to say hi to his brothers when he got back, deciding instead to immediately go to his room and flop onto his bed.

He didn't even take off his shoes or jacket. He just laid there staring at the ceiling and wondering what the fuck he was doing with his life. 

Everything sort of hurt, but not in the sharp way it hurts to get a scrape, or hit your head. It was more like a general soreness that spread throughout his entire body once he laid down. His stomach hurt. It always did when he got stressed or overworked, but it made him feel miserable.

He would need to redo his test. And have to explain to his science teacher why he had to redo the test. Would he need to do it alone? Was that better or worse than having to do that in a room full of people? He didn't know. But he was still thinking about it. For some reason. And probably would be for the entire evening. Fuck.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment and then let out a long sigh. He probably needed to make some food for his brothers. Fucking-

His brothers! Had they eaten anything for lunch? He hadn't had time to come back home after his second morning class, he didn't even check on them when he came home. What if they'd gotten in trouble? What if they thought that he hated them because he was in a bad mood and didn't talk to them? He knew that they got upset when he didn't pay attention to them, how could he just-

A knock sounded at his door. He called out (much more shakily than he would like to admit) for them to come in.

His door opened slowly and two big blue eyes popped out behind it.

"Hey Logan." Virgil croaked out (when did his throat get so dry?)

"...Hi." He sounded small, like he didn't want to say anything. Was he scared? Upset maybe? God they probably did think that he hated them-

"We made you some stuff."

Virgil blinked at him. That was most definitely not what he expected. "You made me things?" Logan nodded, almost shyly.

"Jay and Patton wanted me to give it to you because I'm the most quiet and they didn't know if you had a headache or not." The little seven year old explained, opening the door more and revealing a little tray behind him. Virgil couldn't quite make out the contents from his spot on the bed.

"Can I come in?" He asked. Virgil let him in, sitting up to talk about him better.

Logan picked up the tray and brought it over. Placing it on an empty spot on his bed, he pushed himself up and sat next to Virgil, putting his little hand over Virgil's.

Virgil damn near cried.

On the tray was a plate of pasta, some water, a little box of Pepto-Bismol, two cards and a little blue gem.

The pasta was clearly Patton's, heated warm enough to feel the heat in his stomach but not hot enough to burn. It was sprinkled with sliced ham and Parmesan, which was funny because Virgil was the only one who actually like Parmesan in this house. The ham and cheese combo was simple but it had become a sort of comfort food for Virgil, who had gotten used to making foods like that on a very low budget. When Patton started taking over some of the cooking a the ripe age of ten, he managed to make the recipe even better by adding melted cream (it was legendary; cheap, tasty and made the pasta so much better. Virgil was so amazed at his abilities that he upgraded him to the house chef on the spot).

The water and Pepto-Bismol were probably Janus' doing. Most of his siblings didn't know the difference between it and other over the counter medication like Advil or Tylenol. Janus had helped him do some research on which ones were safer after Virgil expressed concern about how much medicine this family needed (Seriously, between the twins’ chaotic habit of slamming into every possible surface of any place they go—plus Patton's leg injury and Logan's chronic pain, Janus' headaches and Virgil's stomachaches—the drugstore nearby basically knew them by name). Janus had probably taken the time to think about what type of pain he was in and somehow figured out exactly what medicine would make him feel better. He did that all the time, but it never failed to amaze Virgil. 

The cards had so much detail both on the back and front that it could only have been the twins' work. There were drawings and doodles all over the paper, Roman's featuring chibi versions of his younger brothers giving Virgil a big hug, while Remus' showed some more realistic drawings that featured an odd amount of eyes and limbs. They were both equally endearing. What really took Virgil aback was the amount of stickers the two had put on their cards. They loved to collect stickers, but had a general rule that using them was strictly forbidden. They were meant for looking and not using. The two of them using so many made the cards feel really special, as strange as it was.

Opening the cards, Virgil was met with a pop up drawing of himself on Roman's card and a big monster of limbs and eyes and mouths on Remus' that was labeled "the bad day". He was a bit confused for a moment, but then Logan put the two together and he couldn't help but laugh.

When the pages were pressed against each other the pop-out figures it formed a scene where Virgil was a heroic knight, holding his sword out and fighting The Bad Day. It was so thoughtful and creative and them that it almost made Virgil choke up a little bit.

The final thing on the tray was a crystal, small enough to easily fit into his palm. It was smooth on the bottom and jutted out into a natural looking formation, the bumpy pattern giving it a wonderful texture and a frozen appearance. It was slightly transparent, and through it Virgil could see that the edges were a bright cyan, while the middles were a deeper shade of indigo.

It was a salt crystal, one that Logan had made himself at home after a class demonstration left him interested. He'd kept them afterwards and called them his comfort crystals, because the knowledge of their creation made him feel better when he was sad, and the texture was pleasantly stimulating to him.

The crystal on his tray now was one that they had made together. It was one of the first crystals that had ever actually formed (when Virgil realized that the reason they weren't forming was because it wasn't humid enough for it to crystalize). It was also the first one they'd dyed.

It was Logan's favorite comfort crystal.

"Sometimes I feel better when I'm just holding it," Logan murmured when Virgil picked it up "so you can borrow it for a bit."

It really wasn't much, but it meant everything to him. The pasta had too much ham and the glass wasn't filled all the way, and there were spelling mistakes in all the kind words in the cards and there was no way to put the crystal down so that it wouldn't start rolling when the bed moved but it was so, so perfect and oh fuck he was crying-

"Virge?" It wasn't from the little boy beside him, but rather his door. "Are you okay?"

Patton's concerned voice from the doorway was enough to make him sob. He walked in immediately and started going through breathing exercises to calm him down.

Virgil spluttered for a minute, trying to find a nice way to voice his thoughts without sounding like a complete idiot but eventually just said fuck it.

"'I'm not sad." He said in-between sobs "I just really, really love you guys, you know?"

Patton's concerned face split into a grin, and he squealed, pulling him up and into a hug. "I love you too!" He said, squeezing him tightly.

It took a while for Virgil finally calmed down enough to get out of the hug and wipe his eyes. When they broke from their hug, he could see the others standing in his doorway. It seemed that Logan had gone to grab them while Patton comforted him through his sob fest.

He snorted, slightly wetly, and said "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Instantly, he had two little balls of red and green in his arms, loudly asking if he's okay. Janus came over to pluck the food from its spot on the bed and put it somewhere safer, and Logan rejoined him by his side.

It was nice. They were nice. He could feel himself relax and calm down as the twins explained the thought process behind their cards a little better, the background noise doing wonders for his overstimulated mind. Patton and Janus sat down eventually, Janus on his right and Patton holding Logan on his left. They gave him back his pasta so that he could eat while they talked about their days. 

They were so careful to not talk about anything that might trigger him. Every time he thought about it, it made him want to burst into tears again. 

There was warmth on all sides, not trapping but simply surrounding him. And he felt safe.

It had been a bit of a bad day. And he was still a little tired, but he knew at the end of the day he could never be tired of his family.

[kitcat992]

Civil War is what happens when TPTB have a desired outcome - breaking up the Avengers - and no character-faithful way for that to happen. And Endgame is what happens when the franchise reaches its logical conclusion but isn't allowed to conclude, hence the dissatisfying character endings needed in order to explain their absence in later installments.

I've always said that, while I absolutely despise Endgame more than any other content on this planet Earth, if they had made that the final movie of the MCU it woulda been an easier pill to swallow. But, like you said, annie...

Also, the further we get from Civil War and the less I see it as the Avenger's "breaking up" which is actually quite hysterical when you truly think about it. The whole event/narrative was supposed to be "Omg this one thing tears apart the Avengers and they'll never be a team again and it's so sad and disheartening and what will the world ever do without them!" But then I look back and see that the Avengers were never a fucking team to begin with. We were handed breadcrumbs and then they were swept away with Civil War. The MCU had potential, but it was never actually good. We all just fell in love with that potential and gaslit ourselves to believe what we imagined was actually canon.

I go to my comics for the real Avengers. The movies were the shitty generic store brand Avengers that have been sitting on the shelf for so long they've expired but management doesn't wanna take care of the issue because it "looks nice to have the shelves filled up"

Anyway.

(btw, since every time I make one of these posts someone comes along and asks me if I'm "leaving the fandom" - I've been anti MCU since Civil War. I love the characters, though. I always have. Because the MCU doesn't own the characters, Marvel does. Steve Rogers doesn't belong to the MCU, Tony Stark doesn't belong to the MCU, and Peter Parker sure as hell doesn't belong to the MCU because his shared custody with Sony is more public than Kim Kardashian-whogivesafucks ass. I like using the MCU characters in my stories and I like reading MCU fics with the characters because the actors did a damn good job with the shit they were given. You can like the characters belonging to a fandom and not like the canon content itself. Just a friendly reminder to everyone who loves to tell me "don't like it leave.")

[basslinegrave]

should i buy a ticket to the local anime con tomorrow or nah... i will be close to the store where they got tickets..... rant->

cuz idk if i wanna go? i mean i do but hhhhh its always too much... like the shitty moments outweigh the fun ones, and its never a given there will be any good moments...but i have a cosplay idea, kinda in the making, i have no idea if i will be able to make it cause im having trouble with one part but it could be quite comfortable... more or less... id just wear some regular ahh clothes and a mask (which is always the best, i get to hide my face and be comfy at the same time!) but i also want some recognition and idk how many ppl will know this. i never know cause if i expect that nobody will know it, i get a ton of people chatting me up (like wwx) and if i expect people will know the character nobody even takes one photo (like tokoyami. i got one pic taken? two? was so weird, the other bnha cosplayers were giving me weird looks and didnt even say hi back 😶)

obvs the cosplays i put the most work into appeal to more people, like wukong which id love to wear again now (with slight alterations like making the tail just hang down instead of standing up cuz that was hell to fix every 2 minutes.. looked great while walking tho) but its 2 outcomes: everyone that asked me to wear it again wont give two fucks and nobody will care. or after the new netflix move comes out, people actually watch it and more will recognize wuk... also, some people dont go in march but go in september so i can meet new ppl?

i go for 2 days so the second is best to have something simpler (so i get to move around more freely and fit into places like artist alley and can play games etc..) aand im trying to make a mxes mask which would be cool to wear even though people are either scared of me or im just weird idk and when it comes to fnaf cosplays ppl only loved my sun cos but other fnaf cosplayers avoided me like the plague i dont know what did i do

that said id actually love to wear sun again too 🥴 but i need to find all pieces and see if i can make the top work... its too stuffy and hot so i didnt wear it last time but like, nobody cares. nobody cares aboit accuracy here

i dunno man its also the local fandoms somehow they feel like nobody is caught up on the last media except the few that know it too much. but if you bring out an oldie Nobody knows it

oh also friend wants to cosplay shadow i think but he didnt say if at this con or what ans if hes buying a full ticket or what but like if i were to cosplay sonic and he would just leave after 10 mins i would be just there like uhhhhh now what and i wanna cosplay him again now really... its just a good backup i guess :/

[cowboisadness]

Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x F!OC} Chapter 29

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC

Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY

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Arthur having a room with wooden walls, and a door made his personal space much quieter. Hopefully, he would be able to get a full night’s sleep without the hollering and boozed-up snoring from some of the others. But knowing that he has lived most of his life in a barely standing canopy beside a wagon amongst everyone else, the new silence would more than likely be harrowing, making him unable to sleep.

Once I was fed and ensured that he told others not to bother me right now, I was finally able to rest somewhat. Waiting for Arthur to fill me in on what has happened since I was away. Why we were here. He told me what happened in Rhodes, that they had lost Sean in the process. Sean, free-spirited, always trying to raise people’s spirits with his bad humour, sometimes even winding others up either intentionally or not, he was fun to spend time with. Shame I wasn’t able to hear more of his shitty jokes. I asked how Karen was doing. Despite not knowing the extent of their relationship, no one could deny that they were fond of each other. Most nights seen sitting by the scout fire together, holding hands and passing a bottle between them. Her howls of laughter carried through the camp on the wind. He said she wasn’t doing well. Had taken to the bottle harder than ever.

“Jacks gone too,” he said quietly, scuffing the heel of his shoe against the worn wood floor. “Braithwaite’s took him. Now he’s in the hands of a rich fella in Saint Denis. Going there for him tomorrow.”

“How can you be sure this man has him?” I tried my hardest not to tear up, but after everything that has happened, not just to me but to everyone here. It was difficult not to.

“Mrs Braithwaite said so. After she watched her sons die and her home up in flames.” I could see in that faraway look of his. The helplessness and the rage that accompanied it. And I could feel it now. I’d been helpless, angry and fearful too many times, but I always had the hope and chance to get away somehow. Jack is just a boy. Abigail must be distraught. He didn’t ask to be part of this life and the constant fight. The gang did everything they could to keep him out of it. In that moment I felt no remorse for these Braithwaites. I hope they suffered, and I hope she died painfully. And I hope Jack comes back unharmed.

It was getting late now, and when Arthur made a move to remove his gun belt, hat and jacket, I stood to put on the skirt he brought me and leave him to his rest so I could find somewhere to sleep.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s getting late. I was going to see if my tent is still stored in one of the wagons.”

“Could stay in here. We could sleep together -  I mean – we – I could sleep on the floor, give you the cot. I don’t mind. But if you don’t wanna –“ I couldn’t stop the slight grin forming at his fumbling. I moved to stand before him where he sat on the cot, placing myself between his legs. My hands carding through his hair as he looked up at me longingly. His hands settled on my hips.

“I’d rather we shared the cot. Or the floor.” I smiled down at him as I played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He returned it. With that smile that had the butterflies caged within me to come to life and flutter like a fire within was burning them. Wild. Other feelings made themselves apparent. That had me wishing I could freeze this moment for eternity. The settling knowing of being safe and cherished sank deep into my bones.

I rested my hands on his shoulders, kneading the muscles there, feeling his shoulders relax as he let out a quiet sigh of relaxation. My hands trailing along the flesh just beneath his collar and then down towards where it was unbuttoned before I began undoing the rest. His gaze was once again upon me as I pushed it off his shoulders, taking advantage of leaning over slightly in the process to place a kiss on his brow. “Thank you,” He sat back giving me a questioning look. “For coming for me today. For helping me realise I was a fool. For saving me.” I kissed him again. His hands, which had come to rest on my thighs pulled me further towards him and then snaked to rest at the back. “You don’t need to thank me for any of that.”

“Well, I will, and I am. I didn’t have anyone looking out for me until you. I don’t even think my parents have any idea of what I went through.”

“You miss them?”

“Terribly. I’m hoping, if we have the time and are able, to maybe take the trip out to see them. If that’s okay?”

“Of course,” he smiled softly once again “After we get Jack back, we will go.” I kissed him again, first on his brow, then his lips. He was gentle, letting me guide us. His hands tightening on the backs of my thighs. Undoing my skirt, I let it drop to the floor. His shirt I was still wearing fell mid-thigh and I was content in using it as night clothes. His hands didn’t return to where they were, much to my disappointment. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, not wanting to touch my bare skin so he placed them on my waist.

The kiss deepened. The push and pull having me move to sit upon his lap, straddling him. My hands were in his hair, and a quiet moan slipped out of me which had him pulling away. His breathing laboured. “Are – We don’t have to. You’ve been through a lot I -“

“Oh, shush and just touch me.”

“Yes ma’am” he exhaled. Then his mouth was on mine and his hands on my thighs, pressing in on my softly burning flesh. Squeeze harder, I wanted to say. Make it bruise. Give me marks that will make me smile.

Adjusting myself on his lap, that delicious ache blooming to live as I pressed my softness to the hardness of him. The move had him pressing into me in return and his grip tightening. Moaning into his mouth. Wanting more and more like a thirst I was unable to quench. Arthur moves us before I could register it. My head on the firm pillow of his cot as he laid me down and hovered over me, continuing the kiss. His hands roamed along my sides. Breaking the kiss to look down at me. He didn’t have to speak as I give him a soft nod. The speed in which he removed my clothing was slower than I had desired. Stopping every once in a while to fix his eyes on me, gauging my reaction the more me skin was revealed to him. We had been fully clothed the other times, fixing out touch to whatever part of us was easy to get to. I guess he was looking for any sort of unease that would give away that I’m not ready for this and that I might need more time to work through the day – the week I’ve had. But I was ready. And I made sure to ensure him with soft eyes and even softer smiles. His mouth ran blazing trails along my stomach, up to my chest and neck. Drawing a gasp from me. My clothing now forgotten in a pile on the floor. And I did not feel any shame as I bared all before him. I was aching. Seconds away from begging him before his fingers tenderly dragged up the centre of me. My body jolted at the sudden contact, and he just beheld me with a smile reserved just for me. The moan from deep within me was loud and involuntary when inserted two fingers straight into me. Moving in a way that had me moving my hips in tandem with his movement. His mouth was on mine, but it was a grand struggle to focus on my lips on his when he was pulling pleasure from me. This was the first time we could just let go and not have to be hyper-aware of our surroundings. We weren’t going to rush this. His mouth was on my neck, nipping at the skin there, the same moment his thumb pressed down onto my clit. The building ache rising towards the precipice I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He whispered into my neck, speeding up his movements. Each bite to my neck was accompanied by an immediate lick of his tongue to soothe the sting. My breathing was rapid, my skin on fire and my I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. The lust heating in his eyes, pupils blown out with only a shred of that ocean blue I loved being shown around the edge, it pushed me over the brink. Falling into the blanketed haze of euphoria with a wail I tried to muffle into where his shoulder meets his neck. Eyes squeezed tight as I let the feelings rock me. “That’s it,” he breathed into me “So beautiful.” He slowed his ministrations to prolong my pleasure and bring me down slowly until I began to twitch from overstimulation. To which he removed his fingers and placed his hand on my hip, his thumb drawing circles on the bone there.

It took a moment for my breathing to ease, and for the shaking in my legs to stop completely. it wasn’t until Arthur moved from above me, pulling the blanket from the bottom of the cot to cover both of us, then laid beside me in the cramped space pulling me into him, that I looked at him. Visibly confused.

“It’s okay. You’ve had a horrible day. Sleep, I know you need it.” He said like I couldn’t feel his erection pressing into my leg only moments ago. But before I could say anything, he pulled me firmly into him, my head laying on his shoulder and his hand caressing up and down my back.

“Sleep.” It was like his voice was enchanted. With that word, my eyelids were getting heavy. And with his steady hold on me, his warmth and deep breathing, I fell asleep quickly and deeply.

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hjsfhjdjd forgive me father bc i have stooped so low as to write hond grocery store headcanons bc thats what its come to

k so clopin right like it’s been discussed how this man is with strangers so i dont think hed be super endearing but i think he definitely understands how shitty kind of blue collar jobs can be, how the cashiers and managers are actual people with lives so he says hello and bags to make it a little easier. he’s the saint that actually leaves the heavy stuff in the cart or lifts it up for you to scan instead of crashing it down on the belt. man buys a lot of fruit, no pun intended he strikes me as a very fruity person. that and a lot of cooking and baking supplies, tomato sauce, spices, lemons and limes, flour, eggs, that sort of thing. coupon king like this man pulls them out of the weirdest places its insane. gets really excited when he has like points to redeem. also came up with the headcanon that even if hes not directly friendly to the person behind the counter, he’ll get up to defend them in the blink of an eye. like if someones visibly stressing them out he’ll straight up tell them to fuck off like hes ready to fight.

then we got esmerelda who’s kind of the opposite, she’s super nice to the cashier, uses endearment terms, SUPER patient if she’s buying like alcohol and the cashier is underage, like doesnt mind it at all and tries to make small talk while they’re waiting. lets people who have more stuff in line before her, just like a really calming presence but also the prettiest person you’ll see the entire day. gets a little bit of everything, lot of bakery stuff, frozens and stuff, drinks, ahh i wanna see her getting like birthday party supplies because i feel like id just be really excited for her know?

oh my god phoebus my man ok so like dude is the king of the deli section, he’ll pick up dinner a lot on his way back from work and pull up in uniform with like a bunch of food or whatever. on a warm day he pulls up in like just a tshirt tucked into pants or whatever, his hair finally tied back and out of his face. i feel like he’s also really chill, very kind but so awkward at making small talk, and he feels bad about it. he does his groceries groceries during the quiet hour days, i think that loud noises stress him out, i will die on this hill. just like your average guy, doesn’t say much, BUT, if you have like a button on your uniform that he recognizes, or like a reference or something, he fucking breaks the silence and points it out of nowhere and “hey i know that!” and then you immediately lapse into silence again because he’s too sheepish to continue the conversation, and you laugh about it with your friends later.

quasimodo’s fun bc he gets a lot of cooking supplies but then tells you what he’s using them for. like he’ll get berries and pectin and be like “im making jam :)))” or “i’m gonna try baking bread with the special flour.” like it’s really cute and he’s all polite and bags his own things and uses the cashiers name and compliments them very formally like “you did a lovely job, (name)” and then is on his merry way like he’s such a homie. definite;y comes in multiple times a week bc he keeps forgetting like one thing, and then he needs something else, etc etc. has definitely come in with both esmerelda and phoebus and theyre the best friend group you’ll see all day.

claude frollo is the worst he would buy like one thing, and its like clam juice, and still manage to stress me out about whether im ringing it in properly. if he’s buying more stuff he stares at the monitor and will immediately point out the slightest mistake. he’s a karen, he wants his deal or nothing at all. but then when you do give it to him because “the customer is ALWAYS right” he becomes really falsely nice and u just gotta grit your teeth and try not to tell him off. is absolutely that bitch who complains about the slightest thing. throughout your entire transaction you’re waiting for him to verbalize some sort of insult towards you as a queer person. claude frollo is the guy clopin tells to fuck off 100% like thats the dynamic we’re going for here.

jehan frollo is hella chill, always goes with florika, like couples coming thru the cash is stressful bc why are they SO judgmental, but then he’s like “hey i like your pronoun button” and all is well with the world. he’s like “yeah, my nephew’s friend is gay,” and then just starts rambling abt cool gay ppl and florika very gently goes “babe i need to pay” and scoots this 6ft 1 guy a few feet to the right while he keeps talking about drag shows or something. theyre both just very friendly and they’re the kind of people who remember you and say hi again if you run into them again. somehow the groceries they buy are cool? they buy like breezers and limes and avocados, and like soup ingredients if that makes sense. like you know theyre boutta cook up something GOOD for a friend gathering. 

thank you for coming to my brainrot/way of processing work with me.