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Oooh boy, whatta bear! 😊😁

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Summary: (3.7k) Everyone is nervous for their first time, right? Steve and Robin are busy tackling a lot of their firsts - first day in the shop, first week in the city, first friends (or something) in the city. It’s all a little intimidating and both quickly find that old habits die hard - particularly for Steve. It’s going to take more than just a new city to really give these two a new life. Be sure to read the Prologue before reading! 

Warnings: it's a sex shop, guys - so it's generally just NSFW 18+. In this AU Hawkins is weird and cannon events happen to some extent, but not to all familiar characters. If they are present in Chicago for this AU, they have no ties to Hawkins. Absent parents, excessive drinking, poor coping mechanisms, M/F hookups and implied/light smut, mentions of female oral, our boy on his King Steve shit, one night stands, careless hookups, and a coming out. 

Shout out to @loveshotzz for the blatant Whatta Man nod in this chapter. IYKYK. 

Chicago: That Saturday, 1993

The sun was beating in through the front apartment window as Steve sat on the couch with a can of High Life, taking a breather from all of the unpacking. He has been hyper-focused all weekend on getting settled and unpacked - a complete 180° from Robin's settling in approach, which looked more like making sure her sheets were on her bed and simply ignoring the rest of the boxes stacked up inside her doorway than anything else. 

For a split second Steve considered picking up the phone and calling home just to check in, let his parents know they've got their bearings and are all safe in the city, but as that thought settled, he realized how absolutely ridiculous it was. They never cared where he was and what he was doing before, so there's no reason for them to actually start caring now that he's finally gone. Worming it's way deep in his brain another thought occurs to him - if he just would have packed up and left, it probably would have taken them months to even realize it. 

Plus, the second he talks to either one of them he knows they're going to ask about a job, and he's not quite ready for how that conversation might go. Yeah Dad, we're all set, start at the sex shop 10am on Monday!  He shakes his head and laughs to himself at the thought before throwing his head back letting the beer, just starting to warm and lose its crispness, run down his throat. It's tasting a bit bitter now…and Steve can relate. 

Pulling him from his self-deprecating thoughts, Robin swings open the door with the sound of jangling key chains being shaken like maracas, the soundtrack to her grand entrance. 

"Got your keeeeys, Dingus! It's officially official now!" She tosses the key ring over to Steve, who has his eyebrows raised as they land about 5 ft to his left on the other side of the couch. 

"Nice one, Robs. Maybe one day we'll find you some aim."

"Long shot, buddy. Better chance of me confidently shooting my shot with Stevie Nicks than that ever happening. But good on you for thinking I have any potential whatsoever."

"S'wat friends are for, Robbie." He grins at her sideways before leaning over to pick up his new set of keys. "The hell is this?" He asks, dangling the keys up in the air. 

Hopping up and down with incredibly youthful glee, Robin beams at the boy and exclaims "A TAMAGOTCHI. I got one too. Orange for you. Blue for me. Pretty sure even if we could have a pet in this building it wouldn't end well, so I got us these!" 

"This is ridiculous. I can't believe you got us a toy." Robin slips on the couch nestled up close to Steve, pressing the button on both to initiate their hatching as she presses her shoulder into his side. A beat of silence goes by before he throws his arm over her shoulders and says, "Show me how to do it, Robs. Can't wait for mine to outlive yours." He smiles down at her. 

"Eat shit. Whoever kills theirs first buys the other a drink."

The twinkling sound signaling the hatching of each of their eggs echoes through the apartment as they eye up their pets and glare back at one another.

"Oh, it's on. Never been more confident about a deal before in my life."

"Speaking of drinks … " Robin muses. " Whaddya wanna do tonight? "

Steve's not quite sure how long it's going to take for him to get used to the sheer quantity of people here in Chicago. He's pretty sure there's as many people in this club right now than there is in the whole of Hawkins. 

When they arrived, Steve was feeling a lot. It was overwhelming and nothing in Hawkins flashed so bright and shook so loud… except maybe the 4th of July Carnival and their fireworks on the outskirts of town, but that was nothing compared to this. 

One drink in and finding a place to hunker down near the bar at a table, he felt more comfortable. He was enjoying Robin's running commentary while she spent the better part of an hour people-watching, still passively feeling the heat radiating off of the dance floor, when he decided to switch over from the lukewarm beers to a sweet and sharp whiskey and soda. 

Three drinks in and sufficiently loose, Robin is fluttering around the edges of the bar and the dance floor - now making friends with some of the people she's been eying up all night with her inhibitions down as far as Steve has ever seen them. He's drunkenly grinning at his friend, happy to see a kind of social side of her that feels new, even though he knows the roots of it have been buried deep inside her for her whole life, interwoven through her heart and her brain stem, just waiting for permission to come out and untangle itself. 

"Steve! STEVE!" She shouts over the thumping bass of the music, wildly gesturing for him to come over to where she now stands, in the center of a group of people who look friendly enough for him to oblige. 

Four drinks in and now the group is laughing, hollering and leaning in hard to catch an ounce of what the others are saying. Steve's eyes are squinting trying hard to read their new friends lips as they try and converse over shots and the loud music in the dark. Turns out Robin found a whole group of people that live in the same building as they do and, as one does when they're absolutely shit faced, they all immediately began talking about how they're all new best friends, curling arms around one another's necks and slurring "I love you guys" over drinks number five and six. 

Steve is feeling a familiar twinge. It's not his fault that he has no idea that there are ways to make friends other than people pleasing or trauma bonding. Now relishing in the ease of finding city-friends over an open drink and the immediacy of acceptance that comes with puffing out his peacock feathers and playing the delicate social hierarchy game he mastered in his teens, he barely even notices that he's dusting off his King Steve party tricks. The stress of the last few years that have him wound up tighter than a watch melt away as the coy and flirty remarks start flowing like a waterfall and the locker room talk comes back like riding a bike. 

Six drinks down the hatch and Robin can't find Steve. Any other time, and Robin would be absolutely losing all the marbles in her basket worrying over Steve. Especially in this new city. She'd assume he was dead. That someone finally came to whisk him away and lock him up for all the things that he's not supposed to know. Sure, Steve can handle things. He's definitely the most capable person she knows and he quite literally raised himself, and saved himself more than once, but none of that even matters right now because she's just swaying to the beat of Janet Jackson pumping through the club speakers with her new soulmates who live on the top floor. 

Instead Steve is at the bar, queuing up drink number seven for him and drink number who-knows-what for the absolutely smoking girl at his side named Melissa, who apparently lives just up the staircase, too. She's reminded him three times so far that he can just call her Missy, but not without leaning in close, just next to his ear to make sure he hears just how sweet she sounds. And boy does he want to know more about how sweet she sounds. 

Steve's eager hands are hooked in her belt loops, the girl's bright red tube top riding up her stomach as she pushes herself into him. Her fingers are tangling through his sweaty hair and his are ghosting over her collarbone and down her arm. His lips are on hers before drink seven is even delivered, so he caps off his night with her tongue down his throat instead. 

He has no clue what time it is as they tumble through the apartment door, Melissa Missy still giggling at his orange Tamagotchi keychain as his lips chase hers once again and the door slams shut. Perfect. Robin's not home, he thinks. Completely forgetting he was there at the club with her in the first place, he tugs at the girls long blond hair at the roots, runs his hands over her glistening and glittered shoulders and shoves her down into his plush comforter the second they reach his bedroom. 

He's so caught up in this big-city hottie he managed to get into his bed on his first weekend in town, he doesn't hear Robin come in the door, nor does he notice her clanging around the kitchen to chug down a few huge glasses of water in hopes of being at least a little conscious tomorrow morning. Robin, however, does notice Steve clanging around the bedroom, especially after she hears a deep and throaty moan that is unmistakably female. 

"Ha. Fuck yeah, Stevie. Losing that Windy City V-Card." She says quietly while wobbling to her room. Meanwhile, Steve's got his head buried deep under the sheets, blindly grasping at the girl's perky tits while he lavishes at the thought of this being the kind of opportunities that present themselves here in Chicago. His first time in this big sprawling city made him feel like he was on top of the world. 

The confident bubble he found himself in all night popped when he later woke to feel the warm summer breeze from the open window tickling his now exposed back, comforter slipping down and exposing his hips along with a peek of his ass to the girl who was accidentally pulling it off as she stood up from the bed. Unabashedly naked, she stretches her arms in a yawn, Steve rolls to peek at the clock. 4:36am. "Where are you off to?" his raspy, sleep laden voice cuts the silence as she finds herself caught gathering her things. "Are you try'n't sneak out on me?" He mumbles with a smile, thinking he's being flirty and cute. 

"That's exactly what I'm doing, hon." She winks, as she snags her cheeky hot pink thong off the back of his desk chair and shoves it in her pocket on the way out the bedroom door. "I'll be quiet on my way out. Don't worry. Maybe I'll see ya around. Maybe I won't. It was fun though. You were a KING with that tongue so I wouldn't be opposed…but it's honestly unlikely." 

And Steve is there, left tangled and alone and feeling stone cold sober after that dose of honesty from Melissa, left wondering if this is how all the girls back in Hawkins felt after he dipped out on them. Having his fun but knowing it wouldn't go any further than that. Getting off under Skull Rock, in the back of his BMW, atop their pink frilly pillows with their parents in the room next door - all hanging on to the hope of just a little more - the potential of being needed and wanted and good enough for the likes of King Steve, but waking up empty and disposable instead. If he didn't already hate himself before, he definitely does now. 

"Sooooo." Robin sings out, while twirling her spoon through her milky cereal. "We gonna talk about that little Bedroom Rodeo last night or what?" 

"Robin. Please. It's too early for this." He presses his palms into his eyes, trying to stave off the pulsing just beyond his sinuses. "and did you just say Bedroom Rodeo? The fuck?"

"Well, yeah. Bedroom Rodeo… ya know. Crushing the buns? Two person pushups? Horizontal Tango? Please tell me with all that racket you at least got off?" 

"Ew Rob, where the fuck are you coming up with these?" He looks at her as she shrugs, slurping the last of her sweet cereal milk straight from the bowl as she did it. "This may be shocking, but… probably the most annoying thing you've ever said. Crushing the buns? Are you serious?" he says as he walks over and face plants dramatically onto the couch. 

Rolling over to his back and sliding on the wire rims of the glasses he never lets anyone but Robin see him in, the apartment comes into focus and so does his best friend, sitting at the counter grinning from ear to ear while tugging up her eyebrows to him in a taunt, chomping on her cereal and looking far to comfortable in his own goddamn yellow sweatshirt. His hand jutting out abruptly and gesturing to her morning attire with a furrowed brow and a questioning look, she says absolutely nothing in response. "Are you serious? Get your own clothes!"

"Eh, yours was already unpacked and my box of cozy stuff is on the bottom. I didn't get to it yet." She says casually. 

“Yeah okay. The box pile huh? Well don’t think we’re going to be sharing everything around here.” 

To which he watches her lips curl up in a Cheshire cat grin as she responds “Aw man, not even the ladies?” 

He hates this already. 

"Need some coffee, tiger? Probably a little sluggish after testing out that mattress."

His groan was loud at that one. "ROBIN! "

"Fine, I'll leave you alone…for now. But we're gonna talk about some rules for when we're Jamming the Clam later over a smoke, ya got me? Roommate ground rules at all." She winked as she sauntered down the hallway to her room. 

"Sure Robbie. Whatever you want. But do me a favor… if you're so goddamn chipper this morning maybe you can unpack a freaking box from that mega-pile. Won't be bringing back some hot piece to your room to Jam the Clam in that fuckin' disaster zone!" He shouts at her back. 

Throwing up a peace sign and swaying her hips a little more (albeit awkwardly) she makes a show of acknowledging her friends request before shutting her bedroom door behind her. 

"Robin, right? And… " Murray looks at him up and down.

"Steve" the boy scowls. 

"Wow. Okay then. Cheer up Rico Suave. Robin! You didn't tell me your friend had this much charisma when you stopped by last week."

Murray Bauman is the manager of The Hideout. Maybe he owns the place, it's not entirely clear, but what is immediately crystal is that Murray is always ready to dish it out. "Alright then, welcome to The Hideout. I wanted to name it Murray's Pleasure Emporium but that got shot down pretty fuckin fast by my partner, so it is what it is."

With his salt-and-pepper hair, neatly groomed yet slightly disheveled, and a well-maintained beard framing his jawline, Murray's appearance hints at a man who has seen his fair share of adventures. Despite his brash exterior it's quickly clear that Murray effortlessly creates a comfortable atmosphere, so it's no wonder he finds himself successful in an environment where he can push boundaries and help others to explore their fantasies and fulfill their desires.

"So here's how this is gonna work. You two are gonna work retail. You'll need to run the register, oversee the displays, manage the inventory and help the customers. Peace-a cake, right?" He spurts off while simultaneously counting the money in the register for the day. 

Robin and Steve spit out a garbled acknowledgement while Murray looks back and forth between the two. "Red, did you say you two were... roommates?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

Eyes knocking back and forth to look between the two friends, Steve can already see where this is going. Been there a thousand times. So he cuts off Murray's silent analysis and offers up the information needed to satisfy his curiosity. "No, we aren't dating. And .. ah ah. Wait." He cuts him off as Murray starts to open his mouth, ready to counter back "...and NO, before you go there, we aren't fucking either. Didn't happen. Won't happen. Platonic."

"With a capital P." Robin finishes the end of Steve's sentence. "We can't promise we won't be weird, but we can one hundred percent promise there will not be any lovers quarreling with us."

"Well alright then. Loud and clear." Murray says in response. He claps his hands loudly and rubs them together before continuing on with his sex shop monologue. 

"Back to business, then. Covered the retail bits - Ah, yeah here we go. As you can see, the shop offers an extensive selection of adult toys, lingerie for the ladies…or the men, sensual massage oils - a personal favorite - and other products that cater to a wide range of tastes and sexual preferences. I like the good stuff, because I have taste. So that's what I sell. I also like to have all the latest shit because I'm progressive. Call me sexually innovative, if you will. If it's new, we're gonna have it."

Steve and Robin follow dutifully behind him taking it all in. Robin's eyes are as wide as saucers and she's distracted by all of the things she does not yet understand as Murray continues to spout out information on products, business and his own personal sexual philosophies. Steve poked her shoulder and she grimaces, and returns to planet earth to hear the rest of Murray's great new hire speech. 

"The people who come in here are not sex freaks. You got that? They're normal people. Don't gotta be some pervert to want to get off and feel good, so if you can't be open-minded and nonjudgmental then you might as well not even clock in after this. Got it?"

Both nod in agreement and the edges of Murray's lips curl up in a smirk. "Perfect. Come." He directs as he walks to the register and it's adjoining display case where a wide array of colorful dildos stand spread out for selection. 

"Not that it's a job requirement or anything but, I'm assuming if you're wanting to work here and my pleasure palace your… ahem.. sufficiently experienced. Cause you're gonna need to sell the product if you get my drift. People have way more questions than you could imagine. Just yesterday I had to tell a kid that Anal Beads are, in fact, for your anus..."

Robin's mouth is aghast. Steve looks around again taking it all in and he finally laughs at Murray, who is looking them over as if he can't believe these two kids standing here in front of him know anything about the kind of sex he sells. "Listen, Murray. I didn't set out to move here to this city and work in a shop full of dildos. Surprisingly, my incredibly inexperienced friend here signed me up against my will to hawk condoms like morning coffee. Robin doesn't know shit - sorry Robs, but you don't." She shrugs her shoulders, looking at Murray and nods in agreement at her friends words. "And while I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that I'm not what you might consider all that adventurous, I've got more notches than I'm proud of and unlike most guys I can find a girl's clit. SO… I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking to me like this is 6th grade health class and let us get to work."

"I have very little to add." Robin says, "and after what I heard the other night, I'll attest to what Steve says. He sure can make 'em moan." 

Murray stands behind the counter looking Steve up and down. He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh into the still air of the shop before he starts again "Well then, Steve. I can respect that. I think you both are going to be a mess, but I can work with it... So let's hop to it."

Beyond the merchandise, the pair learn that Murray hosts educational workshops and events at The Hideout for its patrons and the community and often has specials and promos going inside for shoppers. After the first half of their day, it's clear that Murray runs a business that he is proud of and his customers are loyal. Steve decides that when people ask, he's just going to tell them he works retail. Because he in fact… does. 

As their training winds down, Murray comes out of his back office carrying a giant tray and welding some embarrassing dance moves as he delivers it delicately to the counter. "Hey, hey, hey assholes! Before we head out, we have to set up this display for tomorrow. Let's rock and roll my friends!" Robin scans the contents of the tray curiously, not so sure how all of the items fit together to make anything that resembles a display. "Uh, okay but like… what is it?" She says. 

Steve snickers as he takes in the tray full of cupcakes, bananas and condoms. "Well Robbie, despite what it looks like I don't think Murray is letting us set up snack time. I'm not sure what the cupcakes are for, but these here look like they're to practice getting the condoms on the banana."

"Bingo! Rico Suave gets the points! We're doing a condom demo tomorrow, so he's right on that. What he's wrong about though, is that the cupcakes ARE for a snack." Murray fist bumps Steve and turns to see Robin's gears turning at maximum speed. 

“What’s the matter, first time, Red?” Murray spits out, through a wide gleaming smile that Steve swears sparkles in the light, like some goddamn cartoon. 

"Actually.. ." She draws out "while I don't have the clit-finding prowess of my friend Steve here, I only strive to one day be able to eat pussy as well as he apparently can. So yes, this is my first time sliding on a condom, thank you very much." 

Murray nods and his grin never ceases, although now there's a bit more approval and admiration than taunt behind it. "C'mon then, lemme show you how to slide these on like a fuckin pro." 

Steve is beaming watching his friend speak so casually about it. Murray really is good at what he does and making people feel comfortable, or this city really is just what Robin needs, either way, the way Murray doesn't skip a beat and starts teaching Robin the art of rolling on a condom like it's just any old day makes Steve think about how many wild things they're going to get into here. And honestly it's all fine, because there’s a first time for everything.

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I don't know if I can ask you or not. But if I could ask, I would want to know what the TSC, TCO, TDL in hero uniform look like? I have imagined what they will look like. But I still want to know how they look like.

All asks are very much welcomed!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

I believe I answered another ask similar to this, but I tried to find it and couldn't. Tumblr ate it??

Someone asked me once a few weeks ago about whether or not Black and Velvet had matching uniforms/costumes and I explained the whole thing. But now that I try and find it I can't! Tumblr what did you do to my ask??

Does anyone else remember this ask? Am I just going insane? [I say this like I have an ounce of sanity left in me in the first place]

Anyway, so~

Chosen has a tight fitting, long sleeved shirt with a high collar that fits snug against his neck and blends in with the scarf. I have described the scarf in story, but here I go again for reminder.

All three Ladybug hollowheads have matching scarves that wrap around the mouth and nose, and they each have a snap at the back of their heads so there isn't excess scarf length getting in the way.

Chosen has fairly plain and undetailed black pants that are also tight-fitting. He dislikes loose fabric most of the time, though the bottom of his pants flare out slightly.

Dark bears a tight fitting vest with no sleeves, but has an undershirt that has long sleeves, giving him a bit more of a layered look. He also has a short cloak sort of circular, reminiscent to the picture below.

It has an asymmetrical length to it, but the split is perfectly in the middle, right below his neck, so he can reach to grab the topmost button easily. Dark has a grand total of ten golden-red, shiny metallic buttons that can balloon up into button bots. The topmost button is Ted, Dark's favorite of the spider-like bots.

Dark additional has a deep red belt with a short armoured pouch on his right, containing his phone for easy access during combat or just in-costume activities in general. (Chosen keeps his phone in a zippered pocket on his left back pants pocket.)

I already did a very detailed explanation for Second's attire in-story, so I'll mostly skip explanation for him. Sec does have two high buttons on the top of his shirt, similar in design to Dark's but they don't have robot capabilities. Dark just made Second's button look like his own because he's... he's Dark, whatta you expect. XD

I believe that is the gist of it, but do follow up if I missed a detail you wanted to know more about, I seriously love answering asks!!

It's fun to interact and bond with audience members and other such enjoyers of the Super Sticks story. 😊

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I doubt I'm the first one to post about this but I'm doing obsessed galaxy brain about Buddie again so bear with me!

The scene in which Buck cooks lasagne for Eddie and Chris. So... Buck, an actual idiot, is talking about himself here, right?

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Buck: Listen, don't get me wrong, I think Lucy's - whatever you know - She's great. But she's out.

You know I think it's weird that he's struggling to pick a replacement when he has so many other excellent options right under his nose. *Tossing salad*

(Which btw instantly makes me think of that "Two men having sex in a kitchen/Right in front of my salad?!" thing)

Eddie: Like you?

Buck picks up salt and pepper and says:

Buck: It's like he's choosing not to see them and what they have to offer. *moves the pepper aside*

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Buck, choosing not to see something right under his nose.... Salt and pepper 🤔 Salt and pepper... Or maybe....

Salt-N-Pepa!! Like Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa which plays the first time Buck lays his eyes on Eddie and tells himself that his desperate peacocking is about riValRy and Eddie's CoMfORt LeVeL

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I’m so excited for Curtis in the Backwoods AU!!!That bear she heard in the woods…that’s our boy!!! Already following her and keeping her safe, whatta guy. Curtis needs to fuck the memory of her ex husband out of her!!!

Oh yes. He's already hunting. Just making sure his prey is ready.

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So yall... went CRAY Z for my onceler head cannons which ik ik im literally so arthristis whatever- so today I have an actual fanfic. Which by the way I have already made another one before so.

PRANK WARS!!!

PAIRING YANDERE GREEDLER X Girlfriend!Y/N

(Trigger warnings..... I have no words)

It was 6:00 am and you were peacefully asleep..

You had a crazy night last night with all the partying since your crazy boyfriend got his first "thneed" factory. The thought of him being gone all day made you feel quite sad-

*bite*

"YA WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" you yell slamming your head up to see a SPIDER ON YOUR BED!

"HAAHHAH GUYS THAT WAS SUCH A FUNNY PRANK!!" The greedler yells.

"GAHDAMINIT!!!" you yell just before seeing your bedroom being invaded by the whole damn zoo (All the crazy ass bears)

Greedler switched off the camera just before starting to beat the everloving shit out of you.

This happened frequently... At first you liked it.. and now.... well... honestly you still kind of like it but whos gonna tell him that.

"YO GODDAMNT!!" You yell as his fist hits your (nutsack)

Greedler starts laughing at you before running his ass away and rubbing his palms together like a 2 year old.

You honestly have been thinking about breaking up with him for months but.. your just not sure how to go about telling him that.

"BABE!!!! GET YOUR ASS LOOKING DECENT FOR ONCE CUZ MY MOMMY IS COMING OVER!!" he yells from downstairs while running out the front door and getting into his car(which btw has pics of him all over it and a pic of you crying)

You sigh looking at his car leave.

Wait. *What if i just.. leave* you think beginning to giggle. Soon giggles turn into laughing your ass off which quickly wears off seeing the LITTLE LORAX standing in your doorframe...

"ya uh oh gay boy"you say

"YA YA GAY BOY!!! IM THE LORAX AND IM PLAYING MOBY DICK FOR REAL!" The little shit comes at you with a knife

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Time skip 3 days.

You were sitting at the table for dinner.

"H-hey so uhmmm." You maneged to stutter out

"YA WHATTA!!" greedler yells with his mouth shoved to the brim with food and hes editing another youtube prank. (the one were he recorded you on the toilet and broadcast it to the whole world.)

"I.. Goddamnit" You sigh

"WHATTTA!!!" he yells throwing the tablet at you

"OUCH BITCH!" You yell.

He gets up and whips off his belt faster than you can say shit.

He begins beating the shart out of you again

"YA YOU LIKE THAT??" He says

"NO WHAT THE- DUDE I WANNA BREAK UP!!!!"

Everything goes silent.

"What..." he says

"I wanna-"

"NAAAUURUURURUURUR WHAT ABOUT MY THNEED BUSINESS YOU ARE MY NUMBER 1 PROSITITUTE- I MEAN POSTER (NOT) CHILD FOR MY BUILD BOARDS!!!!!!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME... THATS ALL YOU CARE ABOUT!! YOU BITCH! I AM DONE BEING YOUR YOUTUBE PRANK STAR AND YOUR POSTER (not) CHILD!!!" You yell.

You stand up from the table knocking your glass of weird yellow juice you assumed to be another prank for his channel right off the table.

You ran outside after grabbing shoes, keys, and coat and got in his "Oncler-mobile" But as you were starting the engine...

A BRICK GOT THROWN AT THE WINDOW AND BREAK IT!!!

Greedler grabbed you out of the car and forced you into the trunk before locking it shut. nice and shut.

"POLICE HELPPPPP HELP ME!!!!" you yell

*the car begins to start*

"SOMEBODY HEL-"

"SHUTUP!!!" greedler yells from the front seat.

This is gonna be a while.

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after a while you decided to sleep. and when you woke up... well.

You were tied to the floor in a suspicous room...

"O-Oncie??" you managed out.

"Yes bbg.." he says

"what are you doing with that..." you say looking at the gun being pointed at your head.

"Im gonna..."

"what.."

He shoots the gun and a punch of thneed stuff comes out..

"HAH GET PRANKED!!" He yells in delight... rubbing his palms again.

"YO WHAT IS THE WHITE STUFF!!!!" You yell out pointed to the white "stuff" that also came out of the gun...

He started singing how bad can i be...

Which really makes you mad..

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Days went by... You never even asked why you were here or what he was gonna do. you didnt really care. It seemed like every day was the same. He would come it... whoop your ass. laugh a little film a little then leave.

Well one day he came in (or night cus whos counting)

*he began to untie you*

"W-What ar eyou doing!!" You yell

"well... guess what" he says kneeling down and grabbing your chin..

You leaned into his touch feeling warm.

"what..?" you smile.

He lets go.

"YOU JUST PASSED MY MR BEAST CAN YOU SURVIVE 100 DAYS IN MY BASEMENT CHALLENGE!!!!"

He yells as "mrbeast" Comes barging in throw the door. and money begins to rain from the ceiling and lights flash and the youtube fans are going at it.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!"

*Miss Y/N L/N Has sharted.. Miss Y/N L/N has sharted again*

THE END!!!

[littlecarbonmammal]

First Time with Survival Mode in FNV

I always play this game as like cathartic release, Nazi punching simulator . Always Grace Jones unarmed marvel character. I have never spoken to Vulpes up to this point, when I reach Nipton I punch a mongrel and then destroy the rest of them.

Playing in survival mode has been great but scary as hell! Boy howdy did I lose my mind realizing followers can FUCKING DIE!! WOWIE. Man!! Boone, buddy, we pissed off the Legion, we have to be CAREFUL. I will lose my mind when Veronica runs off to punch something, I need to up my gun stats.

Stimpaks don't do shit, everyones poor, I need a doctors bag constantly. I have to make Choices and be smart??? But also survival is now a cool stat. Making gecko hide armor rules. The misery of always bein a little sick and tired, and if you're stupid like me, crippled, adds to how horrible the wasteland is. It's even more stark just whatta buncha limp dick cops the NCR really is. You really won't let people use those open beds huh? You'll really horde food out in the open like that? Fuckin company town?? You shitheels! But also- against slavers? Or a smart version of Elon Musk? You're just one person. What choice do you have but stick with the over-stretched, two-headed bear, friend? Even as they doom themselves and everyone else to repeat humanity's mistakes.

Man I love this game.

[animala2z]

Bulldog Breed Puppies Price, Image, And All Special Guide Lines

The Bulldog is a British strain of canine of mastiff type. It may also be known as the English Bulldog or British Bulldog. It’s of medium size, a muscular, hefty canine with a wrinkled face and a distinctive pushed-in nose.

It’s generally kept as a companion canine; in 2013 it was in twelfth place on a list of the types most constantly registered worldwide.

The Bulldog has a longstanding association with British culture; the BBC wrote” to numerous the Bulldog is a public icon, symbolizing pluck and determination”.

During the Second World War, Prime Minister Winston Churchill was likened to a Bulldog for his defiance of Nazi Germany. The Bulldog Club ( In England) was formed in 1878, and the Bulldog Club of America was formed in 1890.

Bulldog’s timeless fashion

Horselaugh, love and a face everyone adores ensuring the enduring fashionability of the Bulldog. He is a gentle family companion moment, but he was first bred to fight bulls for sport – a history that, combined with his stalwart devotion, has made the strain the charm of a number of modalities as well as the United States Marine Corps. No strain is more admired for the rates of fidelity and determination that the Bulldog represents.

Many types are as fluently honored as the Bulldog, with his wrinkled mug, distinctive underbite, and Churchillian jowls. occasionally appertained to as the English or British Bulldog, he is a short, sturdy canine with an arc-lawful gait, importing between 40 and 60 pounds.

Still, the Bulldog is just about perfect, If all you are talking about is personality and disposition. He loves children and is veritably easy to train as a family pet.

He is an endless source of recreation, clever and veritably tender. He’s also an attention attraction far and wide he goes.

The Bulldog may be perfect in spirit, but in the meat, he’s a different story. These tykes are intolerant to warm rainfall and may die if overheated.

Too important exercise or stress can make it delicate for them to breathe. Without exception, Bulldogs must live outdoors and need air exertion in all but the mildest summer rainfall.

Utmost Bulldogs are born by C- the section. Because breeding them is precious, the puppies are, too. Love is a precious proposition when you enjoy a Bulldog.

Bulldog Facts

1) The Bulldog has a distinctive walk a loose- concerted, shuffling, sidewise roll.

2) numerous Bulldogs breathe in a labored fashion and it’s frequently delicate for their bodies to dissipate heat.

3) Bulldogs can’t swim. Their massive head, solid torso, and short legs limit their capability to stay above water. However, a gym or pond on your property, limits your Bulldog’s access to it, If you have a pool.

4) The Bulldog’s smooth fleece can be brindle, solid white, solid red, fawn or free, or piebald.

5) President Calvin Coolidge possessed a bulldog named” Boston sap,” who lived in the White House with the family and their other faves. President warren. Harding also had a bulldog in the White House, Old Boy.

6) Yale was the first university in the United States to borrow a charm — a bulldog named Handsome Dan. moment, dozens of sodalities and universities use a bulldog as their charm.

7) One of those council phylacteries, Drake University’s Griff, tried his stylish to meet all the presidential campaigners he could ahead of the 2020 presidential election.

8) Otto, a bulldog from Lima, Peru, set a world record in 2015 as” the longest mortal lair traveled through by a canine skateboarder.” Whatta canine.

The History Of Bulldog

The first reference to the word” Bulldog” is dated 1631 or 1632 in a letter by a man named Preswick Eaton where he writes” procure mee two good Bulldogs, and let them be transferred by ye first ship”.

In 1666, English scientist Christopher Merret applied” Canis pugnax, a bumbler’s Bull or Bear Dog”, as an entry in his Pinax Rerum Naturalium Britannicarum.

The designation” bull” was applied because of the canine’s use in the sport of bull-baiting. This included the setting of tykes onto a tethered bull. The canine that seized the bull by the nose and projected it to the ground would be the victor.

It was common for a bull to maim or kill several tykes at such an event, either by stabbing, tossing, or stamping over them.

Over the centuries, tykes used for bull-baiting developed heavyset bodies and massive heads and jaws that externalize the strain, as well as a ferocious and savage disposition.

[mjrtaurus]

Unpopular opinion: While "Paris" was the best commercial for Ibuprofen, it's my favourite concert film just because Till was in his physical prime. His very very delicious prime beef prime. Everything about him during Paris makes me drool (closely followed by the MSG live). Everyone says Völkerball was his prime... But Paris does it for me like no other. Just one huge hunk of chunky beef, all muscle and the silly goofiness that makes him just Till. And also it's the last time we saw him topless live, which is a damn shame. Especially because he got all muscle god without the chunkyness briefly during Skills for Pills (Fish On still hounds me...). Thanks for listening to this thirsty bitch, just needed to get it out of my system today.

He looked gorgeous during Völkerball, but all I can think when I see the official stuff is that he really must have been feeling rough. Being sick and working your ass off will do that to a man.

But yeah, this man is just... Big. Deliciously big.

Paris? Yeah he was a delight to see in Paris.

You know those nature documentaries where the males are competing for the females and often times the most scarred up, tough, and experienced one wins? Yeah that's Till. Beautifully proportioned, aging like a fine, fine wine, strong to protect and soft to cuddle with.

I dunno, the man has turned me feral. Like cavewoman feral.

[lou-struck]

Rigged

Kenma Kozume x Reader

~ Carnival games pull you in with big prizes without yielding many results. Kenma is aware of this but your optimism can get you in trouble.

This is yet another part of my 300 followers event which you could find HERE.

Your city's annual festival has come at last and you are more than excited to drag your boyfriend out of the house to be your date for all the festivities. Normally he would’ve objected to walking around in the hot sun surrounded by thousands of smelly people but the minute he saw the pleading look in your eyes you knew he wasn't able to reject your invitation. Especially after you promised to buy him an Apple Pie Funnel Cake at one of the booths.

So here you are walking around the fairgrounds eating your funnel cakes trying to decide what to do next. 

Suddenly you see something big and fluffy out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head to get a better look you see the biggest stuffed bear you have ever seen in your life. Its big eyes track you as you walk past, begging you to take him home with you,

“Ken ken,” you say tugging on his sleeve and stopping him in his tracks.

“What is it?”

“Look at that big boy,” you say pointing to the bear with literal hearts in your eyes. “We have to take him home with us.”

“Y/n,” he sighs looking at the adorable mountain of fur that has seduced you with its pretty red bow and stitched smile. “That won't fit in our car and those games are always rigged.” “I’ll make it fit, Ken Ken.” you plead, looking into his golden eyes ignoring his warning about the integrity of the carnival game in favor of the prize.

“Fine, but you'll have to carry it.” he relents pulling out his wallet and heading towards the booth. 

The bright colors of the balloon darts are a straight contrast to the operator. His dark smile and candy-striped waistcoat make you feel uneasy as you approach. 

“Well hello there little lady, want to try ur luck at the balloon darts?” he coos using his wooden cane to bat at the dangling prizes above his head. 

“Yeah, I think I wanna try it out.” you chirp as your boyfriend hands you some money for your first attempt at balloon darts. 

“Wonderful, well all ya have ta do is hit three of them little balloons with these darts to win a prize.”

“Even that one? you say pointing up at the bear that enticed you to the stand.

His gaze follows your finger over to the plushie “Oh you mean Honey Pot? Well, he and I have been together for a while. But if you can pop a balloon with each dart then he’s all yours.”

“ Really! Do you mean that?“ You say happily moving over to the starting platform where a plate of darts sits. All the while Kenma stands back and carefully analyzes the booth with a cat-like gaze that sends shivers down the vendor's spine.

“Whatta bout you, young man, ya gonna give it a shot?” the man says, can I respond with a nonchalant sugar his shoulders turning attention back to you.

You pick up the first dart feeling the cool metal between your fingertips as you throw it towards a balloon. Whether it be skill or luck, somehow you manage to strike a low-hanging blue one and a bit of glitter comes out and sprinkles down to the pavement as you smile to yourself.

“Good throw, just a few more, and Honey Pot up there is all yours” the man cheers.

 Feeling confident you throw another dart, It nails a smaller green balloon as glitter rains down again. “One more,” you murmur clenching your fist. 

Picking up the last dart you take a deep breath in, as you exhale and release the dart simultaneously. It seems to be traveling in slow motion heading towards a small pink balloon in the center of the board

The dart strikes the center of the balloon but bounces off. It falls to the ground clanging against the pavement.

“Oh you were so close too!” the man tsks jutting out his bottom lip

“I hit the balloon… but it didn't pop, you had to have seen it,” you say pointing at the dart.

“Sorry, you’ve gotta pop the balloons to win the prize, wanna go again? He smiles holding out his hand.

Just as you are about to fork over more money Kenma finally makes his presence known. He gently grabs hold of your wrist and looks at you.

“I'll go this turn, you'll get your bear,” he murmurs into your ear taking his money from your hand. “I’ll play this time,” he says giving the money to the man and stepping up to the booth.

He carefully picks up the replaced metal darts and examines it carefully. “I’m ready,” he says staring at the man with an unblinking gaze.

Without a word, he picks up the first dart and carelessly tosses it to the floor. You look on in shock as he does the same thing with the other two.

“Oops, would you look at that I guess I lost” 

“Ken, what was that for?” you ask gently reaching out to touch his shoulder. Your fingers grip his sleeve. Tugging him around you see a smirk has twisted over his features that has the booth operator shaking in his leather shoes. 

His features soften when his eyes meet your own “Could you go and get us some drinks?” Kenma says before stepping towards the man with the smirk fully returned to his face “I’ll just be a minute.”

With a nod, you awkwardly step away from the booth wondering what in the hell just happened. 

~

Kenma watches as you walk away. Once he is sure you are out of sight he turns his attention back to the con man in front of him.

“ you know just as well as I do that she would’ve won that prize.” 

Bees of sweat drip down the man’s forehead “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do, well she may not call you out on it but I will. You dulled the darts and the balloons in the center are elastic not rubber. No matter how many darts hit them they will not pop.” Kenna’s calm intensity turns into something more predatory.

The man nervously looks around, “hey, shuttup. If people hear you they’ll shut me down.”

“Give me the bear and I will.” you boyfriend barters.

~

A few minutes pass as you head back to the booth drinks in hand seeing Kenma lean up against a wooden sign.

“Hey Ken ken, I got the drinks,” you say as he turns his head and greets you with that soft smile of his.

“And I got you this..” he says pushing aside the wooden sign to reveal the large stuffed bear you tried to get earlier.

Your eyes widen in shock“You won the game?” 

“Not exactly, I just had a nice talk with the man, after we were done,”

“I seriously doubt that.”

[infinitegalahad]

GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

[princess-of-riviaa]

What A Man

Request: Hey!!! Love the way you write sooo how about…. one shot/prompt to the song of Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa, En Vogue? Preferably Cap. Sy because what a MAN 🤤 by @childishhoe

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Summary: Sy finally comes home to his lonely family after four years overseas.

Warning(s): fluff, grinding, making out, mentions of toys

Word Count: 1,005

You’re still smiling from ear-to-ear when the four of you make it inside the house. Your kids are bouncing off the walls, thrilled beyond words that their daddy is finally home.

“Presents time!” Michael, your six-year-old son, exclaims before Sy can even set his bag down.

“Wait for me in the living room, bud,” Sy says.

Michael runs off with his twin, Miley. You watch her ponytails bounce as she runs and jumps on the couch beside her brother. You take a seat next to them as Sy rummages through his bag for the gifts he promised his kids. He hides them behind his back as he makes his way over to the couch.

“You gotta close your eyes,” Sy tells them. “I didn’t have time to wrap them.”

Both Michael and Miley close their eyes and hold out their hands expectantly. You watch as Sy places a locket in Miley’s tiny hands and a small sailboat toy in Michael’s. They both open their eyes and gasp.

“Miley, that’s a special necklace,” Sy tells his daughter in a serious voice. “Only wear it on a special day. And I want you to remember me every time you put it on and know that, no matter how far away I am from you, I love you with my whole heart.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” she exclaims and gives him a hug.

Sy picks her up and she wraps her arms around his neck. He holds her tight for a very long minute, memorizing the feeling of his daughter in his arms. Once he sets Miley back down, he turns his attention to Michael.

“I don’t like boats,” Michael complains.

“Michael!” you scoff. You’ve taught him better manners than to reject someone’s gift right in front of them.

“It’s okay,” Sy assures you as he kneels down in front of his son. “You don’t have to like boats. That’s not why I got this for you.”

Michael mumbles, “Then why did you get it?”

“The next time I’m gone, I want you to look at that every time you miss me, okay? And I want you to know that every time you’re looking at that boat, I can feel it.” He presses his hand over his heart as if to say, I feel it in here. “And I want you to know that I have a boat just like that one, and I’ll be looking at it every time I miss you too. And it’s to remind you that no matter how many oceans are between us, I’ll always find my way back to my family--back to you.”

Michael’s mouth tugs up in a ghost of a smile. “I like the blue sails.”

Sy ruffles his son’s hair and says, “When’s your bedtimes?”

“An hour ago,” you admit.

Sy raises an eyebrow at you.

You shrug. “They wanted to be here for their dad.” You look at your kids. “Alright, time for bed.”

They whine and complain, but it’s easier to get them to settle down and comply with Sy’s help. He helps with the bath and reads them a bedtime story that makes them both fall right asleep. You watch him interact with his kids that he hasn’t seen in four years, somehow looking as natural as if he’s only been gone four days. It’s like watching a papa bear with his cubs.

Once it’s just Sy and you in your shared bedroom, you pull him in for a kiss. You missed the taste of him, missed the way his beard scratched against your skin in painful pleasure.

“What gift did you bring home for Mommy?” you giggle between kisses.

He pulls back from you and says, “It’s in my bag.”

You watch as he digs around his suitcase for whatever it is that he bought you--and gasp. It’s a beautiful, lacy one-piece. There’s tribal patterns designed in black around the stomach area.

“I was surprised to find they have lingerie in the Middle East,” Sy confesses, “but I saw this and knew I had to see you in it.”

The material is soft as silk in your hands. “Why? So you can rip it off of me?”

Sy leans in to nibble on your ear. “That’s the idea, yeah.”

You giggle and go to the bathroom to try it on. It hugs you in all the right places and makes your breasts look even bigger than they are. You have to admit that you look good in this.

“It fits me too well for you to ruin it,” you say as you enter the bedroom. “So you’ll have to be careful.”

Sy’s taken a seat on the edge of the bed. His eyes roam over every inch of your body like he’s dying of thirst and you’re a cold glass of water. “Fuck, I’ve been gone too long.”

You do your best to move your hips seductively as you walk over to him and climb onto his lap. You gasp when you feel his erection press into your core, already straining against his cargo pants. His hands move down your arms, your stomach, your thighs, desperate to touch every inch of you. You’re just as eager. You run your hands down his chest and stomach, missing the hard planes of his body against yours.

“Yes,” you finally agree. “Every year felt like a century.”

His mouth is on yours a second later, his tongue tracing his apology against your own. You’re wet within seconds. You’ve Skyped and FaceTimed at least once a week since he left for his third tour, and the amount of times you’ve had phone sex is lost on you, but Sy satisfies you so much more than your own hands or any of your toys ever could.

“I’m gonna eat you alive,” he promises against your neck.

You grind into him, already desperate and aching. “You better. I plan on getting no sleep tonight.”

You can feel his smile press into your skin. “Plan on not being able to walk tomorrow, too.”

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[wickedpact]

Imagine that Teddy Bear leaning against the chair that just needs a minute whenever one contemplates Andy’s age and whole life. This is especially the kind of character that’s usually a man so I think she doesn’t always get her due but whatta woman. Her axe, her loves and lovers, her family (s). She’s lost them all and gained them all time and time again. And that it’s another woman that reminds her of the spark within and the good one’s light can do? Belíssima!

yeah!!!!

the more i think abt it the more the whole theseus thing just fits her. shes lost everything that gives her a sense of identity- i mean before weve all talked abt how ‘andromache’ wasnt a name from the era she was born in so its probably not her birth name............ like, she doesnt even have her birth name any more. her culture, the people she loved (achilles, quynh, etc), her family (I can’t remember what my mother looked like. Or my sisters. None of them.) nothing!!!

the others are of course old, but they all have their birth names, all probably remember their birth families, and quite a bit of the cultures they were raised in still exist. andy has none of that. i mean no wonder she feels so bitter and disconnected from humanity at the time of the movie-- i would be too.

and its so remarkable that nile brings out that desire to live in andy bc of how much andy has suffered through- it speaks to both nile’s goodness and also andy’s, & how strong their bond is!!!!!!