#these nails took the whole weekend ok

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request: Chapter 5

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ (minors DNI) | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.4k

summary: Hot Construction Guy is the bane of your existence — he seems to only pop up at the worst possible moment for you, every time you see him.  There’s no way there could be something more there.

Right?

a/n: happy Friday! let's see what's going on with these two. 😏 chapter tags/warnings: banter, food and drink mention (brunch), fluff, mention of breasts

Chapter 5

Friday, September 27 Fifth week of the semester

You looked for your construction guy (HCG, said Beth’s voice in your head) outside when you left your class that Friday, but there was no sign of the crew anywhere. It seemed he’d been right and they had finished their work with the jackhammer in less than 20 minutes. 

Damnit. 

You looked, but you didn’t see him at all the following week, either. Beth had told you you needed to apologize, and you knew she was right, but you didn’t even know the guy’s name. You didn’t really want to go down to the maintenance office and try to find him, either, Beth. Not with so little to go on.

One morning, though, in the week following the jackhammer incident, you were walking into your building when you stopped, frozen, with your foot on the first step of the stairs to the entrance. Something wasn’t right. You looked up and around, trying to figure out what had caught your eye. 

Then it hit you.

The absence of flowers.

All of the chrysanthemums in the beds around your building were gone, replaced with greenery. Not a single flower in sight. You took a deep, easy breath, and smiled a bit at the feeling. You glanced all around, half expecting to see HCG lurking around a corner, watching you notice the change. He wasn’t there, of course. He only appeared in moments when you embarrassed yourself somehow. 

But something tripped in the back of your mind. It couldn’t be an accident. You started to wonder.

Maybe it was because of your suspicions about the landscaping change, or maybe it was because of your lingering guilt at the way you’d snapped at HCG, but on Friday you decided to finally put in your maintenance request for the picture that had broken during the pile driver incident. Anything to take your mind off of the look on his face when you’d called your interactions with him a “shitty, unpleasant surprise.” 

You weren’t allowed to hang things on the wall in your offices by yourself, and usually you complained about that at length whenever it was needed (they really couldn’t just let you hammer in a few nails? come on). But you were feeling bad about how rude you’d been and you sighed as you finally put in the request for someone to come hang your new frame, complete with the same picture of you and Ellie. You’d reframed it weeks ago but it was just leaning up against the bottom of the wall right below where it used to hang. In the picture you were both making silly faces and just looking at it made you smile, every time. It was time for it to go back up and for you to stop holding a grudge against the need to call in a maintenance request for it. 

It didn’t assuage your guilt about the whole situation, but it did make you feel a teensy bit better.

To your surprise, the ticket was processed quickly. You got a notification that someone would be by to take care of it on Monday. That was fast. You shrugged, and made a mental note to prepare that corner of your office before leaving for the weekend.

…

Saturday, September 28 Fifth week of the semester

Most weekends, you and Beth met up for brunch, and Ellie joined you pretty frequently. On this particular Saturday you were watching as she shoveled potatoes into her mouth, barely paying any attention to them, as Beth caught her up on what was going on with HCG. 

(At brunch the week before, the day after the jackhammer incident, you’d recounted the entire incident to Beth. She’d sighed, heavily.

“Ok, so you were a bit bitchy to him, but describe his face again?”

“He looked like I’d just punched him,” you’d said, hands over your eyes. “Eyebrows raised, eyes wide, mouth dropped open. Totally taken aback, and like, hurt. Which made me feel even worse.”

Beth had been silent for long enough that you’d finally peeked out from behind your fingers and found her considering you, eyes narrowed. She’d taken a sip of her drink and said, plainly, “he’s into you.” Like it was a fact, something obvious, something everyone knew. Duh, he’s into you.

You’d scoffed. “No way, Beth, I’ve been an asshole to the guy like five times now, that’s ridiculous.”

She’d shaken her head and smirked. “Why would he react like that if he didn’t want you to like him? He keeps coming up to talk to you every time he sees you. He asked you to coffee the first time and shit, he definitely looked at your tits.” You’d shaken your head right back in response through all of her points. She’d rolled her eyes.

“No, I just keep bothering him when he’s working. And he didn’t ask me to coffee, he offered to replace the one I spilled all over myself when I ran into him.”

Beth had leveled an unimpressed look at you, but you’d changed the subject.)

She looked just as unimpressed a week later, and this time she had Ellie to back her up. 

“Look, he kept trying to talk to you. He was flirting with you, and you know it.” Beth pointed at you with her fork and raised her eyebrows. 

You shook your head. “No, I think he was being normal and I was being rude.”

She rolled her eyes. “He was being polite and friendly, sure, but he was also teasing you, and going out of his way to talk to you. It was more than that. He called you ‘darlin’!” You shook your head again as she added, “And he got rid of the flowers in front of your building.”

“We don’t know that that was him?” You could hear how weak your protest was and she raised her eyebrows as she ignored it. 

Ellie snorted. “Who else would it be?”

Beth nodded, agreeing. “No one else knew or cared that you were allergic to them. Hot Construction Guy likes you, dumbass. You know I’m right.” She waved her fork at you again to punctuate her statement. You eyed the bit of egg on the end distrustfully. 

Ellie hummed, adding, “you really think this guy would rip up a whole flower bed that he’d just finished putting in if he didn’t like you? As he should, of course, but come on. Doing the whole thing twice? Even if you like flowers and dirt or whatever that’s a lot.”

You sighed. “Ok, even if you are right, I was still a bitch to him last time. Why would he want to talk to me anymore?”

Beth reached out to squeeze your arm. “If that scares him away, he’s not worth it. But I bet it doesn’t. I bet the next time you see him will be different. Besides, didn’t he change out the flower bed after you yelled at him?” She was right, but you didn’t know what it meant. Only what you wanted it to mean.

“Ok, well, we’ll see I guess. But I doubt it. And we still don’t know if that was him!” 

Ellie sighed, looking extremely done with your nonsense, and poked you with her spoon. “What’s that thing you tell me all the time, about school? Oh, right. Stop assuming people don’t like you.” Her tone was as dry as the desert and she graced you with an extremely unimpressed raised eyebrow. You smiled, finally, and poked her back.

Beth took pity on you and interrupted your spoon warfare to ask Ellie how school was going, but the idea that HCG might actually like you needled its way into your brain. It stayed there, hovering behind your every thought for the rest of the weekend. 

…

Monday, September 30 Sixth week of the semester

On Monday morning, you’d (somewhat) successfully put it all out of your mind — you were going to let the next encounter happen, and just do better. And apologize. But you’d decided that you weren’t going to force it. 

At this point you’d probably trip over him on your way to class, anyway. 

You made it through your morning class and lunch with no HCG sightings, though. You were pretending not to worry about how long it had been since you’d seen him and trying to focus on grading (as always) during your office hours when someone knocked on your door. 

“Come in,” you called absently, barely looking up from the paper in front of you. The sound of someone clearing their throat startled you and you looked up. Your jaw dropped open.

It was him. HCG. He had one hand on your door and one foot inside your office, hovering over the threshold. “Afternoon,” he greeted you, nodding his head. “I’m here about your maintenance request.” He looked cautious, like he was unsure of his welcome, and it pierced you in the chest with the echo of your guilt from the incident the week before. 

“You!” This was apparently becoming your standard greeting for him, but at least you didn’t shout it at him this time. You stood up. Do better, this time, you reminded yourself. “I mean, um, hi. Yes, come in. Th- thank you for coming.” He hesitated, but stepped into your office, leaving the door slightly ajar. 

“What was it you needed?” He sounded uncertain, still. And that was all your fault. 

You took a deep breath, and explained, “um, one of my framed pictures fell the day with the, uh, the pile driver—”

“Ah, damn. I’m sorry-”

“No! No, it’s not your fault. But I just got a new one and wanted to hang it back up, that’s all.” You bit your lip and clasped your hands together in front of you, meeting his gaze with your own, eyes wide.

He raised his eyebrows. “You should’ve told us, we would’ve replaced the frame for you.” You shrugged in response, not sure what to say. “Well, I can definitely do that for you, darlin’. Won’t take but a moment.” You felt your body react to the endearment the way it did every time, though you were usually too distracted by anger or frustration or sneezes to really take note of it. You tried not to be too hopeful about the fact that he was still using it, after you’d been so rude. You stepped forward to hide your reaction.

“Here’s the frame.” You picked up the frame from the floor. “It goes, um, just over there.” You pointed to the empty place on your wall above your desk. He nodded and moved to take it from you.

An awkward silence fell over you as he worked, pulling out the old anchor and nail to replace them with different ones that fit your new, more secure frame. Your eyes fell on his arms and for a moment you just watched the muscles in his shoulders and biceps move until you had to tear your gaze away, overwhelmed. You searched for something to say, for a way to break the increasingly awkward tension, knowing you still needed to apologize. 

He beat you to it. Again. His gaze was directed at the wall as he placed the new anchor and his voice was soft.

“Look, darlin’, I’m sorry about all the noise and problems lately. I, uh, I feel like maybe you’ve been getting the worst of it all, and I didn’t mean to upset you. I really am sorry about all of that—”

“No, I’m sorry,” you cut him off and winced a bit at the volume of your voice. The idea that he felt like he needed to apologize to you was galling and you couldn’t let it go on for another second. “I didn’t really mean it that way, what I said. I wanted to take it back right away, but I had class and, well. Sometimes I blurt things out without thinking.” You smiled at him, a bit hesitant. Your hands were laced together in front of you again, clenched so tight your knuckles were white, and you forced them to relax as he looked at you. He smiled back, soft. 

“You were right to be annoyed, I felt pretty terrible about how we kept interrupting your day.” He laughed, a bit ruefully, and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. “Wasn’t the best impression, I know.” You tilted your head at him, considering. 

“But I knew it wasn’t your fault, right? It’s not like you’re in charge or anything. And even then you can’t change things around for one person. I wasn’t really mad at you, just mad, and I took it out on you. Sorry.” He furrowed his brow at your comment, and started to reply, but you cut him off. “I just realized I don’t even know your name, I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me.” You introduced yourself, and raised your eyebrows at him expectantly.

“Have to confess, I did know yours.” He met your gaze out of the corner of his eye as he hung your picture back on the wall. You nodded — it was on the maintenance request, you knew that. And on your office door. “Joel Miller. Nice to finally meet you.” He turned back to face you, having finished hanging your picture, and held his hand out for you to shake. You took it. His was large and warm and you felt a shiver go up and down your spine at the feeling of it surrounding your own.

You smiled. “Nice to meet you too, Joel.” His name felt nice on your tongue. He smiled back. 

You were both silent for a moment, a bit awkward, when he glanced to his left and frowned.

“Has your shelf always had that tilt to it?” 

You turned to look, and bit your lip. “I think so? It’s been like that since I moved my stuff into this office, anyway.”

He moved over to it to assess and let go of your hand, which was when you realized you’d been awkwardly holding onto his the whole time. Get it together. You felt your cheeks get warm again. He mumbled something to himself — you only caught “shoddy work” and nothing else. It made you smile, again.

“I can’t fix this today, but I can come back later and make sure this won’t fall off the wall. You sure do have a lot of books.”

 You laughed, nodding. “Comes with the territory, I guess.” He smiled at you over his shoulder.

“I liked this one.” To your surprise, he was pointing at a new book of short stories that had just come out last year. You tried not to let it show on your face, but you could see that he noticed. “No, it’s alright, I know I don’t look like the type to know about it or enjoy it. My daughter keeps me well-read, always picking books for me to read that she liked or thinks I’d like. She’s planning to come here in a few years, when she graduates.” 

Suddenly you realized you’d gone from knowing nothing about this man (except how hot he was) to learning so many new things about him in just a few minutes that you felt a bit winded, a bit out of breath. Hot Construction Guy — Joel — was even more interesting up close. But you were also cautious at the mention of a daughter. You glanced down and saw he wasn’t wearing a ring, at least. When you looked back up you saw that he had followed your gaze to his left hand, and you knew you were caught.

You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “Oh? Thinking she wants to be an English major?” You smiled at the thought, trying to stay on topic. 

“She’s not sure, but I haven’t exactly been pushing. She has plenty of time to decide, she’s only a sophomore now.” You nodded, agreeing. That was a refreshing outlook to hear from a parent.  He tilted his head and gave you an intent look before he continued, “it’s just the two of us, so she keeps me on my toes enough as it is.” You felt yourself smile widely in response. So he wanted you to know he was single, then. Interesting.

“My niece, Ellie, is the same.” You pointed at the picture he’d just hung up, and he followed your gaze and smiled. It looked good on him. He looked much more relaxed than he had when he’d arrived at your office. You’d started to feel a bit lighter, too, since it seemed your apology had been well-received.

Maybe he was interested after all. Why else would he point out that he wasn’t with anyone? You hoped you weren’t reading into that.

After a moment Joel ran his hand through his hair and started to reach for his bag. “Well, darlin’, I won’t take up any more of your time. But I’ll put in another ticket for you for the shelf, be back soon to work on it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“It’s fine, really, happy to do it.” He smiled and picked up his bag of tools as he backed towards the door. “See you then.” As he stepped through the door, a thought occurred to you, something you’d been worrying over with Beth and wondering about.

“Joel, wait,” you called out to him as he was about to disappear from view, and he poked his head back into your office. “Do you know anything about the plants outside this building? I noticed the flowers were gone. It’s been, well. A relief.” You could see him hesitate, before he seemed to settle on a tiny smirk.

“Can’t say as I do, darlin’.” He winked at you and walked off before you could press him on it. But you knew he was lying. Left alone in your office, you couldn’t wipe the huge smile off your face. 

…

you (1:42 PM): BETH (1:43 PM): GUESS WHO JUST CAME BY TO HANG MY PICTURE BACK UP

bestie (1:46 PM): HCG???? (1:46 PM): no way

you (1:47 PM): and GUESS WHO DID GET RID OF THE FLOWERS OUTSIDE

bestie (1:48 PM): I KNEW IT (1:48 PM): I TOLD YOU (1:48 PM): the man is INTO you (1:49 PM): what did he say???

you (1:50 PM): well he started apologizing to ME, which was ridiculous so I interrupted and apologized to him (1:50 PM): he said he felt bad that they were constantly interrupting my day (1:51 PM): and his name is Joel btw

bestie (1:52 PM): excuse me his name is HCG  (1:52 PM): but I’ll allow it

you (1:53 PM): and it turns out he READS (1:53 PM): he recognized that book of short stories I reviewed in the spring

bestie (1:55 PM): ok that’s random

you (1:56 PM): right?? apparently his daughter gets him to read new stuff 

bestie (1:56 PM): wait, daughter? (1:56 PM): is there a wife? partner?

you (1:58 PM): no he caught me looking at his left hand like a total weirdo and then he EMPHASIZED that it’s just the two of them (1:58 PM): like that was the next thing he said  (1:58 PM): “it’s just the two of us”

bestie (1:59 PM): oh he wants you (1:59 PM): he’s INTO YOU (1:59 PM): like there is no reason to say that otherwise

you (2:00 PM): I KNOW (2:01 PM): he’s coming back to fix my wonky shelves

bestie (2:01 PM): good and then you can jump him

you (2:02 PM): BETH (2:02 PM): no

bestie (2:04 PM): beth yes (2:04 PM): get him  (2:05 PM): who doesn’t have an office sex fantasy, seriously

you (2:06 PM): 🙄 (2:07 PM): anyone who has to have office hours in that same office with undergrads three times a week

bestie (2:09 PM): you always ruin my fun

you (2:12 PM): 🙄

…

Ellie (6:07 PM): i told you he did the flowers 

you (6:08 PM): yeah yeah brainiac you were right 

Ellie (6:08 PM): obviously  (6:09 PM): look i don’t want any ~details~ but he should do that kind of stuff for you  (6:09 PM): if he likes you  (6:09 PM): or else 🔪

you (6:10 PM): love you too, kid 

Ellie (6:12 PM): 🔪

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a/n: yes, that really is the rule at some places (about not hanging things yourself). see you next Friday. :) prev | next

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hii, i wanted to request eddie and bimbo reader!! a unique pair, but reader likes metal and rock music, and they find other ways to bond later!! ( you can take the last however lol )

Genuinely love this character and their dynamic sm in this fic!!! I was going to wait to post it till I wrote everything I wanted to with this HC but I figured I’d pass it off to y’all and see what u think abt it as well

(Finally living up to my username ig)

Eddie x Bimbo!reader (this is going to be a series btw)

1.6k words

When the hottest girl in his math class asked him out he thought someone was playing a cruel trick on him. Like haha laugh at the freak and his massive crush on the school bimbo.

She came into pre-calc that day all giggling and happy and usual. She sat down right next to him, now that was unusual. Twirling her hair and smiling, she leaned over to him and asked “Hey Eddie, what are you doing this weekend?”

“I dunno.” His heart raced when she ran a finger over his bicep and looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

Her nails were done in a French tip manicure and he wondered how she got anything done with nails that long and fancy. “I have tickets to a rock concert. Will you go with me?” She bit her lip in anticipation of his answer.

He did not give her one, deciding instead to jump out of his seat and rush to the bathroom and not return until the very end of class. She was still right there waiting for him with a pleasant smile. “I’ll have to check my schedule,” he finally answered, still not sure if it was a joke.

She was also repeating her senior year but it didn’t seem to affect her popularity. But that might have had something to do with the fact she was drop dead gorgeous and absurdly friendly and kind. He was skeptical of “preps” like her but he couldn’t imagine she would ask him out as a joke just to be cruel. She didn’t have a cruel bone in her body.

But he also couldn’t imagine her actually wanting to hangout with him. Still perplexed by the time lunch rolled around, he decided to ask the rest of the hellfire club what they thought. They didn’t have any helpful advice, due to the fact they did not believe him.

That was until the girl in question practically skipped over to their table and took the seat right next to Eddie. “Hiiiii Eddie. Did you check your schedule?” she giggled, tapping her nails on the table and looking at him expectantly.

The rest of the group was freaking out now and she had a confused look on her face, soon she was going to get upset if she realized the others were poking fun at them. So he did the only logical thing, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the lunchroom and into his secret spot in the woods.

If she was confused before she was really confused now. But there was still a soft smile on her face when he looked at her. “Why are we out here?” she asked, stepping closer to him. Her hands were resting on his chest and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been this close to a girl before.

“I wanted to talk to you in private,” he answered, stepping away so he could breathe without taking in her floral femine scent that made him a little bit delirious and very horny.

“It’s ok,” she blurted out, shaking her head and looking a bit embarrassed.

“What?” he asked dumbly.

“If you don’t want to go. It’s ok. I won’t be mad,” she assured him, her gentle tone encouraging him to finally agree to her offer.

“No no. It sounds really fun.” She perked up at that, giving him all the information about the concert and hurrying off back to her other friends who were probably missing her.

They had a really good time at the concert. He stuck by her side the whole night, glaring at any guy who looked at her. Which was a lot of guys, she was very attractive. And it didn’t hurt that she was wearing knee high boots, the shortest and tightest skirt imaginable, and a top that barely qualified as anything other than lingerie.

His eyes were glued to her the entire night and when she asked to stay over at his place that night he thought he had died and gone to heaven. In the morning when he woke to her wearing one of his t-shirts while trying and failing to cook breakfast, he was sure she was an angel.

Their friendship grew quickly. It seemed like she always had an extra ticket for him to go see whatever band she was into at the time. Despite having little in common besides music taste and the same pre-calc class, they got along well.

He was fiercely protective of her once he noticed she wasn’t as popular as she might have seemed. People took advantage of her trusting and kind nature to make fun of her behind her back and it made him sick. From then on anyone who had a bad word to say about her would end up with a ring clad fist to the face.

After months of hanging out, things started to change. She looked at him with this longing in her eyes that he didn’t understand. There was always fondness but now when she looked at him there was hurt piled on top of it.

One day after school he had invited her back to his trailer and when he turned on a movie she just crumpled. He could instantly tell something was wrong. “Hey hey. What's wrong sweetheart?” he asked, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her in for a hug.

He wasn’t much of a hugger before her but she was very affectionate and he tried to match that since it seemed to comfort her. She pushed away and stared at the floor, angry tears starting to fall down her cheeks. “Why haven’t we had sex yet?” she asked softly, the words barely above a whisper as if she was embarrassed to even be saying them.

“Huh?” he questioned, his eyes widening at her words. He was very into her but he was sure that they were nothing more than friends. Had she been waiting for him to make a move this whole time? Now he felt like an idiot.

“We’ve been dating for months now. And at first I kinda liked it because I thought we were taking things slow. Usually guys don't take things slow with me. But like you wont even kiss me and I’m starting to think you don’t even like me that much.” He tried to interrupt her but she just kept rambling, her voice speeding up and shaking a bit since she was still lightly crying. “And then I thought, well maybe he’s just not that into sex but you don’t tell anyone about us either and you never hold my hand.” Her lip trembled when she looked up from the ground to look at him.

He had an utterly dumbfounded expression on his face “We’re dating?”

She ignored his question and kept on with her nervous monologue. “Are you allergic to me? Like my perfume or my shampoo? Because I can change that, it’s not a big deal.”

“We’re dating?” he repeated, sounding more stunned than the last time. The longing stares were starting to make sense now.

“So I just want to know what’s going on,” she finished, looking at him expectantly. She had seemingly not heard his twice-asked question.

“Ok this is a little embarrassing but maybe I didn’t quite realize we were dating,” he admitted awkwardly, fully prepared for her to blow up and never speak to him again.

“It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute. You’re really sweet to me, for a not-boyfriend. I like really really like you.”

“I don’t wanna be a not-boyfriend.”

“What-what does that mean?” Her face fell, confusion and hurt setting back in.

“C’mere, I’m such an idiot.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest tightly. She gasped, hands steadying her on his chest and clutching the fabric of his shirt. “Let me take you on a date officially alright?”

“Ok!” she perked right up when he touched her, bubbly and happy once again at the idea of a date.

Their first date was to the county fair. He took her on the ferris wheel and as she had earlier mentioned was an issue, he did hold her hand this time. When the wheel abruptly stopped right as they were at the top, he took it as his opportunity to finally make his move.

When he cupped her cheek and turned her face to him she said “Oh no! We’re stuck.” She was pouting with a very serious expression on her face, not quite understanding that the ride had stopped on purpose.

“No. They just do that so you can get a nice view from the top,” he explained, gazing lovingly into her eyes as if he was trying to send her a really sweet telepathic message.

“Oh. It’s beautiful,” she gasped, not taking her eyes off of him for one second.

“Can I kiss you?“ he asked, already leaning in so their lips brushed.

“Oh Eddie. Please.” He loved the way she said his name but in that moment he loved even more the way her lips moved against his. Her pink nails scratched at his chest over his shirt as she moaned and whimpered into his mouth, quickly getting worked up just from kissing.

When her hand started to slip down his chest and closer to the growing bulge in his pants, he had to stop her. “Woah. Let’s uh wait for that.”

“Why?” She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Because we’re at the county fair and I think handjobs are generally frowned upon in that setting.”

“Oh yeah,” she giggled, turning to rest her head on his chest instead.

“I know it’s probably soon for this but I think I love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head lightly as he stared down at her sweet smile.

“I love you too, Eddie,” she replied, tilting her head up to meet his lips again.

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weekly food shopping

pairing: mark x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, mentions stoner mark x reader, established relationship, kitchen sex not suitable for minors

word count: 1,555

Summary: Friday evening spent grocery shopping and then cooking that leads to... other things as your boyfriend comes to spend the weekend.

"Yooooo let's get some ice cream!" your boyfriend exclaimed, walking through the grocery store like an excited puppy.

"Oh my god! Do you see these frozen waffles?! Let's get these too babe."

"Mark. Focus." You tried to hold back a smile at his cuteness, trying to stick to the list of what you actually need. "They say you should never go shopping on your period or high" you shake your head.

"Dude do we look high?" he stopped suddenly and turned to you, examining your eyes and you examined his.

"Nah, nah we good.. we good" You sniffed him, clearing your throat, as tried to look normal and serious. You both burst into a laughing fit at the situation. "Yo we're lowkey a meme right now." You said in between your chuckles, struggling to get the words out. "You know.. the Scooby and Shaggy one."

"ARF?!" Mark did his best Scooby expression, causing you to fall to the floor laughing and him following right after. Laughing with him was your favourite way to spend time on this planet. Every time you both joked around, the whole world disappeared and it was just you and him in the entire existence. In your own little world, created by you both.

"Ok.. ok.. babe, be serious. We're here for groceries." You said, as you both got up off the floor and tried to blend in with everyone else.

It was the beginning of the weekend and Mark had come to stay over like he did most weekends. It had been a long week between classes and working part time. Some quality time with your boyfriend is just what you needed to unwind.

As you scanned your items at the til, Mark ran to get a box of cereal and added it to the shopping. "This too, thanks" he placed a kiss on your cheek. Busy, putting stuff in the bags. You didn't notice Mark pull out his card and pay for everything.

"Hey! Wha-" He took your hand and squeezed it before you could finish your sentence. "It's okay, baby. I got it."

Between classes, work and studio time. Mark has been working extra hard to create the life that he wants. That included, being able to take care of you and he voiced this at every chance he got. "If I can't cook then at least I can contribute this way, right?" He plays it off as a joke and you don't protest any further.

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Back in your kitchen, you put on some rice and a veggie curry to cook. Mark played a song he had been working on through the speakers. The acoustics of your kitchen gave it a reverb sound. You sat on the kitchen counter and focused on the song as Mark came to stand between your legs. "So... whatchu think?" He rested his head into your chest and caressed the sides of your thighs.

"So good babe. I'm super proud of you for always working so hard." You kissed the top of his head. He glanced up at you with doe eyes, completely melted into your frame. "I mean it. All this hard work won't ever go in vain, I promise." You gave him a warm smile.

"You promise?" he held out his pinky.

"I promise." you intertwined your pinky into his, leading into your secret handshake that's followed by a kiss. And of course. You both couldn't go an hour without kissing. You ran your nails across his neck, sending goosebumps down his body as you deepened the kiss. His body reacted by pulling you closer with a tightened grip on your thighs. Mark was obsessed with your thighs. He always had to be touching them, caressing them, kissing them at all times.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him poke into your thigh. "Mmm, don't make me fuck you on this kitchen top right now." His breath, now shaky. You ignored his comment, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away. Making him move in towards you in a trance.

"No can do sir! I've gotta finish cooking." You slid across the counter to go to the stove to check on the food. Mark followed.

Standing behind you, he kissed your neck. His hands rubbed your tummy under your t-shirt to slowly finding their way to your nipples. "Mark.." You let out a heavy sigh, and leaned some weight into his frame, grappling to hold yourself up.

"Continue. I'll just be here." He whispered into your neck and then sucked on it, leaving a mark. His hands, moved painfully slow pinching your nipples before moving into your sweats. He lightly stroked your clit through the fabric of your underwear. Making you press your ass into his crotch. His hands traveled further down as he felt you soak through your underwear. "i'Ve goTtA fInIsH cOoKing" he laughed softly, mocking you.

"Stooooop man" Your face now hot and cheeks flushed from embarrassment, before you gather yourself swiftly.

"Shhh" you slowly snaked your free hand behind your back, to feel him hard. His cockiness melted away, soon as your hand came in contact with his dick. You palmed him over the fabric and he did the same for you. You turned the stove off, knowing there is not turning back now.

"Ugh!" he groaned into your ear, desperate to be inside you now. "Man fuck this food!" he spun you around by your waist and carried you to the kitchen island. He ripped your sweats and underwear off you in anguish. Diving right between your legs, he slipped his fingers inside you, eagerly wanting you stretch you out ready for him. Your fingers ran through his hair as you tried to catch your breath. Desperate to feel him too.

"Mark"

"Yeah?"

"Just fuck me."

And you didn't have to tell him twice. Mark threw his sweats off and your eyes met his hard dick. Tip, glistening with pre cum. He stroked himself against your slit until he was covered in your wet. Teasing you painfully slow. Your body jolting, every time his head met with your swollen clit. You felt yourself tearing up. "Please." You begged.

His eyes moved up to meet yours as he aligned himself with your entrance. "So... pretty... when.. you.. beg.." Burying himself deeper inside you with each word. He let out a groan as he bottomed out and leaned down to kiss you again. His movements painfully slow and his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands cup the top of your head as you moved into his hands with each thrust. Your arms around his shoulders, holding him in an embrace.

"You feel so good" You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost into him. He perfectly fit inside you and found his rhythm. You both drifted off into ecstasy, moaning into each other's mouth. You grabbed at the bottom of his t-shirt. "Take this off" You commanded and he pulled back to do as he was asked. He pulled you onto your feet, taking off your t-shirt in exchange for his, before turning you around. He bent you over the island.

"Good girl, baby bend for me.." he smacked your ass as he entered you from behind. Unable to wait for you to adjust to the new position. He grabbed your waist and rammed into you with a grunt. You gasped, trying to find the air in your lungs. "Love when you gasp baby" he grabbed your jaw and pulled you to him to kiss you again. Your mascara now ran down your cheeks and he kissed your tears. "You feel so good baby, so wet for me.. so tight." He let go of your jaw and gave you another smack. His words made you clench around him, making him whimper in return. As you found your balance, you started to meet his rhythm and throw it back at him. It was now his turn to have his head empty, as curse words and loud moans roll off his tongue. "wa.. wait, wait wa-" "you're gonna make cum like this" he whimpered, a mess. Taking this as encouragement, you carried on as you felt him throb inside you. His movements now getting messy and his legs weak.

"Baby.. i'm gonna cum" you felt the heat build up in your core as he twitched and released inside you. You both moaned loudly, incoherently, reaching climax together.

You kept going though. Mark now a moaning, drooling mess, fell onto your back. His nails digging into your waist as he holds himself up with your support.

"Baby.. i-" his eyes scrunched shut and mouth pouted, trying to hold his moans in. "Sto... I can't.. I can-" the air leaving his lungs, he released once more as his entire body twitched.

Finally, taking himself out of you. You turned around to pull him into another kiss as you felt him trickle down your thighs. Ah! You loved this feeling. The mixture of both of your fluids, oozing out of you, comforting the soreness slightly on it's way out. Shocks still flying through your mind but you giggle at his fucked out state.

"So.. dinner?" You asked, as you start to dress yourself.

"I love you" all he could muster out with no thoughts remaining in his mind.

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[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Focus pt. 2 (smut ver.)

Warning • adult language, MDNI, 18+

Genre • smut

Pairing • Professor Shuri x black fem! Student Reader

A/n: These have the same beginnings but different endings.

Fluff Ver.

You took your professor up on her offer and called her over the weekend. She said she wasn’t busy and that you could come over.

You hung up confused by what she meant again, you thought she was going to meet you at a cafe but she invited you to her home.

You stood on the porch of the most lavish home you’ve ever seen, but you expected nothing less for a queen. You knocked a few times before the door swiftly flung open.

“You made it” she smiled opening the door wider “come in.”

You entered adjusting your bag as you looked around. It was such an amazing home you couldn’t even fathom living here.

“You’re home is beyond beautiful.”

“Thank you” she smiled “why don’t we go to my study” she placed a hand on your lower back guiding to her home office. Even the smallest, most innocent touches from her makes your body tingle.

“Alright let’s get started” she pulled out her laptop while you pulled out your notes.

“Ok so show me what we need to go over” you nodded flipping through your notes to the page covered in highlighted questions.

“Oh well-“ you giggled nervouslya bit taking it upon her self to look through your notes. You felt a bit ashamed and sunk into your seat, she must’ve noticed because she placed comforting hand on your knee giving it a light squeeze.

“Hey don’t worry this is what I’m here for” you mind went fuzzy thinking about her hand so close to your-

“Are you alright?” She asked leaning a bit closer.

“Y-yeah I’m fine” you have her a tight lip smile hoping it was believable.

You two spent the next few hours studying going over class material. You kept getting distracted in between mostly due to your ADHD but also because she kept getting closer and closer. You two were so close at this point your thighs we’re touching.

“So why’d you decide to become a professor?” You quizzed twirling your pencil between your fingers.

“Hmm well I wanted to share my knowledge with the world I figured since everything settled down with my country I could venture out and do my own thing” you nodded understanding. She’s such an inspirational person you thought.

“So since we’re done for today I wanted to know what you had planned for later on?” You eyebrows rise at such a random question like that coming from her.

“Oh well I nothing really do some grocery shopping and then head back home” she nodded tapping her fingers on her wooden table it was a bit of awkward silence for a bit.

“Professor Udaku?”

“Yes?”

“I still don’t feel confident enough in taking this exam. What if I fail? Should I just quit school or-“

“Y/n?” You perked up at the sound of your name. It was the first time she actually called you by your first name. You liked the way she said your name

“Yes?” You answered. She took her time before answering eyeing you up and down. You felt like you were completely naked in front of her right now which wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“We are both adults right?” She leaned forward from her man spreading positing still keeping eye contact with you. You gulped nodding slowly.

“Good so tell me what would you do to pass?” You breathing became ragged as she slid her chair closer.

“Wh-what do you mean? I-“

“Don’t act dumb cutie you know exactly what I mean” you adjusted yourself in your seat trying to process what was going on. Was she implying that if you sleep with her you’d pass? Or are you reading this whole situation wrong. While thinking over your next move she took your chin in between her thumb and index finger lifting your head up to look at her.

“So what do you say do you wanna pass or not?”

Obviously you chose the right logical option there was no other choice to make. And that’s how you ended up in this position, face down ass up.

Shuri’s had her nails sunk into your hips as she roughly pulled you back against her. Her room was with lewd sounds mixed with moans and skin slapping against each other.

“Oh oohhh shit sh-Shuri” she had your head pressed into her pillow as she abused your cunt with her strap. You felt like a complete slut right, back arched, drool sliding down your cheek and your eyes rolled to the back of your head but you didn’t care it felt good.

“You like that pretty girl, hmm?” She yanked your head up waiting for you to answer, but all what came out was a strained moan. She let out a soft chuckling as she slowed down.

“Sit up baby, come on I want you to ride me” you listened quickly sitting on your back, Shuri barely let you get adjusted for she grabbed pulling you onto her.

You slid down on her into with ease causing your eyes to roll fluttering shut “you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” she moaned against your neck and she left kisses along with a few bite marks.

“Shuri p-please” you begged her over and over as you bounced on her.

“Nnghh shit!” You sped up trying to reach your high, your thighs started to burn but you didn’t care.

“God you’re a little slut huh? Fucking me for a good grade?” She asked pulling you closer to her, she brought you into a bear hug and she help you ride her. She rested her head in the crook of your neck feeling herself in the verge of coming too.

“Oh shit I’m cl-close! Fuck!” You couldn’t hold it anymore as you came undone on her. Your moans were drawn out as your body went limp in her arms but she kept thrusting into you helping you ride out your high and soon after she came too.

“Shit that was good” she breathed as you slowly climbed off laying besides her.

“That did feel good” you gave her a small smile pulling the quilt over your naked body. She did the same as she propped her head on her hand taking a moment to stare at you.

She leaned in leaving a peck on your lips “You’re definitely getting that A.”

Shuri Masterlist

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The Right Man For You

1st part

“Ok can we watch anything else rather than F1? You’ve been doing a marathon…” your friend asked, looking at you with arms crossed.

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. “Yeah…you’re right. I’m done for today…”.

It’s been 4 months since you actually moved to the states to study, and 4 months since you saw Charles for the last time. Not a single message, not a single phone call, nothing.

Things were great there. You met nice people, including Camilla who was also an exchange student, your closest friend in America and your housemate.

“Never knew you had such an interest in F1.” She told you, handing you the popcorn basket she was preparing in the kitchen.

“Yeah, unfortunately I do!” You smiled sarcastically shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

She blinked. “Easy tiger….”

You pouted dramatically. “I need to tell you something…”

And you told her about you and Charles. Your dad, the whole story. You were desperate to take it out of your chest.

Camilla looked at you with her mouth open, not blinking. “You are kidding me Y/N, you did what? Are you dumb? Charles Fucking Leclerc?”

You nodded, laying your head on your pillow. “Yeah…the one and only…”

Camilla paced back and forth in the room, biting her nails. “Where did you tell me the race was going to be this weekend?”

You immediately got up, looking at her as if she was crazy. “No way…”

She smiled. “Yes way.”

And there you are. On your way to Miami, with a very excited Camilla next to you.

“I hate you so much for this…” you mumbled, putting your sunglasses on.

“No my darling, you are going to thank me for this. Don’t forget. A date with Hamilton. It’s all that I ask…” she winked, linking her arm with yours.

No one knew you were coming to the race. Not even Pierre. It was a surprise, even for you, who was not planning this at all.

The last time you were in the middle of the cars, the sound of the engines, was in that day. The day you threw it all away.

It was as if you never left. It didn’t take long for the drivers to notice you.

Camilla was in cloud nine. “This is so so cool, so many beautiful people..”

You on the other hand were nothing but nervous.

Lewis Hamilton approached you and you smiled politely. “Hey Lew…”

“Hey sunshine! Long time no see! Back to Italy?”

Camilla was squeezing your arm so tight you could not think of anything else…

“Ah…no, not yet! Still here in the states…uh, yeah, this is my friend Camilla. She is my housemate and classmate as well.”

Lewis shot her his killer smile and she was at a loss of words. “N-nice to-to meet you…sir.”

You and Lewis burst into laughs. You almost forgot Charles was in the same space as you.

It didn’t take long for you to watch him from afar. There he was. Helmet in his hands, laughing with Carlos and Pierre, handsome as always. That smile. That damn smile.

And then it happened. The eye contact moment.

He locked eyes with you and that moment lasted forever for you. Suddenly the boxes were empty, it were just the two of you. He was walking towards you, in slow motion, getting closer and closer. Heart was beating in your throat. And just like that, he walked past you.

You stood there, not moving an inch.

“He completely ignored you…” Camilla stated as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

“Don’t tell me.” You mumbled, arms crossed over your chest.

Camilla grabbed your shoulders and looked you “maybe you need to walk next to him again, eye level so he can see you better this time”.

You shook your head, with a sad smile. “Coming here was a mistake Cami. I was the one who ended everything. In 4 months he made up his mind and it’s more than clear that I am in the past now.”

You took a last look at Charles before turning your back on him and going over to your seat to watch the race.

Camilla followed you, with a sad look on her face for seeing you sad as well.

Charles was going to start in the number 1 position which was almost a guarantee that the Miami Grand Pix winner would be him.

The start was amazing. Charles was leading, and your heart was racing with pride. He was such a natural at this. “That’s my boy” you thought.

You remembered everything you lived together, from de first kiss to the last fight. He was, undeniably the eternal love of your life. That man would never betray you. No, your dad was wrong. The more you thought of that, the more you knew how wrong you were in that day, 4 months ago.

And in the middle of your thoughts, Charles crosses de mark in first place.

The crowd went crazy.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked around and saw the happiness of his fans. He is so loved by everybody.

Camilla hugged you tight, as you cried your sadness away against her shoulder.

“I can’t make the same mistake twice Camilla. I need to see him.”

Camilla held your face in her hands and nodded “go get him! He is yours”.

And with a strength you didn’t know you had, you ran to the race lane.

You squeezed in between the journalist and team members to reach Charles before he got to the podium.

You grabbed his arm and he looked back at you in shock. Sweat running down his face.

You took a deep breath, looking into his blue eyes.

Charles hasn't moved away from you, as if he's been waiting all this time for your arrival.

The tears you thought had dried up began to fall again, when you saw Charles' eyes wet.

It didn't take long for you to be surrounded by cameras. All of them fighting for the best spot to get the best photo of the two of you together. There was a lot of news that confirmed the end of your relationship, and fans reacted to it with great sadness. You and Charles were very popular with the public.

"You shouldn't be here." He whispered, holding your shoulders gently.

You shook your head, taking a step closer. Now you could smell his perfume mixed with sweat, but at that moment it was your favorite scent.

"No Charles, this is exactly where I should be. Next to you. I should’ve known that, 4 months ago. In these 4 months there wasn’t a day I wouldn’t think about you. Just like you said, my life doesn’t have a purpose without you. I don’t want to live in a cage, I don’t want to live a life someone else created for me. I want to be free with you. Charles, I love you.”

The crowd erupts in cheers, chanting your name.

There, you said it. Even if he rejects you, you said it all.

The journalists moved the microphones into his direction, waiting for his answer.

His hands were still on your shoulders, but he moved them away.

You smiled bitterly, nodding your head in understanding. You lost him, you definitely lost him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this girl right here, is my first love. And I say is , because my love for her is still so present in me. This girl broke my heart into peaces and brought them together in a flash, this girl is the most beautiful and inspiring creature i know, this girl is not afraid to make a scene on international television." He smiled, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes. The crowd was completely silent right now. Only the sound of Charles voice could be heard. “

“This girl used to be mine." He took a deep breath, the other hand that was not holding the microphone was caressing your cheek.

You grabbed the microphone and with tears streaming down your cheeks you gave a step closer to him, cameras flashing all around you. "This girl is still yours. If you accept her back.."

And with no second thought, Charles placed an hand on your neck and pulled you closer to him in a kiss.

The kiss both of you were waiting for in the past 4 months. You tasted minth with salt from the tears as you kissed back, both hands on his cheeks.

The crowd went crazy. Fans were screaming, some of them were crying, recording the beautiful sight on their phones.

You pulled away and Charles rested his forehead against yours.

"I was waiting for you, amore” he whispered.

"I won't ever leave."

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[writersdrug]

A snippet instead?

Ok, so I didn't come out with the story this weekend. I overloaded myself with trying to write this, and also working sixteen hours this weekend. I just ended up exhausting myself, and writing to a point where I feel like it started to derail and not be what I wanted it to be. So I'm postponing it to next weekend. I hope all of you can understand, and I appreciate your patience. In the meantime, please enjoy a few snippets from the story (to prove that I am actually writing)!!

P.S. I did notice that listening to the Skyrim soundtrack on loop does give me a creativity boost

slight nsfw below the cut, I tried to do this without too many spoilers but also with something to hopefully keep yall satisfied.

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Watch your every step. From the moment you step foot into those woods, you can’t trust anything you see.

That’s what the client had drilled into his head before Konig had begun his journey. He called you dangerous, cunning… “A sneaky, meddling bitch…” he had grumbled over the din of that crowded tavern. Two small pouches, one of silver, one of gold, sat in between the two patrons on the table. Stains of ale and coffee rings littered the unvarnished wood. The wax of the thick candle had trickled down and formed small, hardened pools at the base – it’s flame flickered weakly, casting unflattering shadow’s against the man’s weathered features, and making the portentous hood covering Konig’s face only that much more ominous.

He'd listened warily as the sorcerer described the witch – you. Centuries old, too much knowledge and too little wisdom to use it sensibly. You take whatever you want by whatever means possible, and your favored method was using your physical assets and the promise of sexual devotion to coerce those within your web to do your bidding. “Sometimes, she does it for fun.” The warlock added. “Akin to a serpent, she winds you into her embrace, and then crushes your bones before she swallows you whole, saving your heart for last.” You’d done it to him, ensnaring him into your alluring trap, before stealing his spellbooks, his potions, his most prized collections… and vanishing into thin air.

An enchantress, Konig had concluded.

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You pulled the thick cloak tighter around your body – you were tiny. Well, everything was tiny compared to Konig. But you were unexpectedly small. With the way the sorcerer had described you, he had expected you to reach his shoulders at least. But there you were, craning your neck to look up at him with fearful, owlish eyes.

“State your business!” You demanded, your voice cracking slightly.

Konig didn’t respond. He took you in – your lips were pulled into a frown, parted slightly to reveal your perfect teeth, the way the fabric of your cloak quivered where it bunched in your fist… perfectly ordinary things that ordinary people do. But, besides the fact that you were a witch, something about you made it all so captivating.

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“I’ll let you do the honor, boy.” The warlock spat.

Konig looked back at him – his eyes were still transfixed on your naked form, his hands outstretched and clutching around the air, choking you merely with his will. “See what she has done to you, what she has taken from you? What she would have taken?”

Konig remembered your fingers tracing over his heart. The way your nail had slightly dug into his skin.  Did you truly take anything from him, that he didn’t already give to you?

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[ramblingoak]

My Husband Is Now Bones, Chapter 2:  Weekend at Cowbell’s

Omega’s plan was simple:

Escape Hell

Grab Terzo’s Body

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Happily Ever After

Read Chapter 1 HERE

This is for the Ghost Creative Challenge put on by @petrifyingpapas  .  The first week’s theme is “Resurrection”.

Terzo x Omega (major character death, horror themes, blood, zombie violence/gore, once more for the people in the back: ZOMBIE VIOLENCE/GORE, ZOMBIES DOING ZOMBIE THINGS, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI)

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It didn’t take very long for Omega to realize something wasn’t right.

It was all in the eyes.  When they first opened Omega had sagged in relief.  It had worked!  This stupid, crazy, dumb fucking plan had worked.  Terzo was back, his lover was here with him again.  Everything was going to be ok!  Omega had gripped Terzo’s gloved hands and swore to him that he’d never let anything happen to him again.  Ever.

Omega had dreamed about the next moments practically nonstop since he had started planning this whole thing.  He had imagined Terzo smiling at him, maybe tearing up a bit.  Whispered Italian, renewed promises and vows to each other.  Apologies and endearments spilling from their lips as Omega gripped the smaller man to his chest…

But none of those things happened.  Terzo’s eyes had begun to skitter around the room, never focusing on one thing for very long.  His hands had started to grip Omega’s in return, the nails on his gloves soon digging into Omega’s skin deeper and deeper.  He managed to yank one of his hands away, wincing as the nails left scratches on his skin.  Omega brought the hand up to Terzo’s cheek and started lightly stroking it while he began to speak to him.

“Terzo, Terzo it’s ok.  It’s me, it’s Omega.  I’m here, I’m here and I’m so sor–,” Omega had to stop for a moment, hanging his head to try and collect himself.  He could feel Terzo’s head moving against his hand, could feel his body start to move restlessly on top of the stone table they had laid him on.

He took a deep breath and lifted his head up to look at Terzo.  He was opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to speak, but the sounds that came out were incomprehensible.  His grip on Omega’s hand wasn’t letting up either and Lucifer, he was probably so scared.  Who knows where the man had actually been, what he had seen after his supposed family had murdered him.  Omega pulled his other hand away and then soon had them both on Terzo’s face so he could grip it and look into the mismatched eyes he had been longing for.

“Terzo, I am so sorry for what they did to you.  I should have been there, I should have been there to protect you like I had vowed to do.  Like I had promised you I would.”  Omega started to stroke a thumb along Terzo’s bottom lip, laughing a bit when Terzo’s tongue slipped out and brushed against his skin.  Terzo clumsily brought one of his hands up to clutch at Omega’s again and he let the man grip it once more.

“Hey man, uh I think you should be careful.  Something feels a little off here.”  Omega’s head whipped around to look across the room.  The necromancer that had helped bring Terzo back was on their hands and knees frantically flipping through the pages of one of the books they had used.  

“Off?  What the fuck do you mean ‘off’?”  Omega looked back at Terzo, he was holding Omega’s hand to his mouth, lightly kissing and licking at his fingers.  Leave it to Terzo to be barely one foot out of the grave (crypt, whatever) and already putting the moves on him.  The sounds Terzo made were starting to sound like deep moans, growls even.  Just like when he was getting worked up on stage during a Ritual.  Omega laughed and looked back over to the necromancer.  “He’s fine, he’s awake!  It work–fucking Belial!”  

A searing pain shot from Omega’s hand all the way up his arm and Omega violently jerked away from his Papa.  He stumbled back from the table and ended up on his ass staring up at his lover in disbelief.  Terzo was attempting to sit up, his eyes locked on Omega as he chewed on something, blood and gore beginning to spill from his mouth.  Omega heard a muttered ‘oh fuck’ from across the room and he looked down at his hand to see the damage that had been done.

The last two fingers on his left hand were gone, nothing but bloody, ragged stumps left in their place.  When Omega glanced back up at the table Terzo was leaning on one elbow and staring at Omega, his mouth hanging open and blood still dropping out of it.  It looked like he had finished eating his fingers.

Terzo already looked hungry for more.

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So, the easiest way out of Hell was getting summoned.  Obviously Omega had already gone down that road so chances of it happening again, at least soon, were very low.  He needed to use a different method and while he had somewhat of an idea on how to do that he needed a little guidance.  Omega knew someone he could ask, someone that had been banished shortly after he was.

He just wished that someone wasn’t Cowbell.

“You realize he’s dead, right?”

“Yes, Cowbell.”

“He’s like more than dead.  They chopped his head off, man.”

Omega gritted his teeth and nodded, not wanting to risk saying something that would piss Cowbell off and make him turn Omega down.

“Don’t get me wrong I want to help you.  You guys were adorable.  Sickening, but adorable.”

All Omega could do was just nod again and quietly hope Cowbell actually had a solution.

“Do you have a plan for once you get out?  It’s going to take more than true love’s kiss to reattach his pretty head and give him the energy to sing Cirice to you.”  At this point Omega couldn’t hold back the growl that had been building inside of him, but Cowbell just raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Yes, I have a plan.”  When Cowbell didn’t say anything or move Omega sighed and continued, “First, I need to get out of here.”

“Which is why you came to me, excellent choice by the way.”  

Omega ignored him and continued on, “Next I’ll need to get to the abbey and get his body.”

“And his head.”

“Well his head will be with his body, right?”

“Maybe?  It could be in a trophy case in Imperator’s office too.”

“Belial, ok.  Ok.”  Omega took a deep breath and powered on, “I’m going to hope that his head and body are in the same room.  Once I have those I’m go–.”

“Alright, wait.  Stop.”  Cowbell started waving his hands around and stood up,  “We need to go back to step one.”  

“Step one?  I thought you were helping me with step one.”

“Oh I am, don’t worry about that.  You just need to understand what’ll happen when you get out of here.”

Omega stood there waiting for Cowbell to continue but after a few moments of silence he lost his patience and stalked towards the Ghoul.

“Stop playing games and just fucking tell me!  I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get back there!  To get back to him.  They took him from me.  They murdered him.  I know there’s a way to get him back, to bring him back to me.  Nothing is going to stop me.  No one is going to stop me.  If anyone tries I’m going to tear them apart.”

Cowbell stood there for a moment before bringing his hands up and slowly starting to clap, then laughing and stumbling out of the way when Omega reached for him.  Little shit.

“Alright, alright!  I’m sorry.  That was a good speech though, very convincing.”  He started pacing, rubbing his chin with one clawed hand as he walked back and forth.  “Look, like I said, I’ll get you out, but you’ll probably get spit out somewhere in the woods nearby.  Well, somewhat nearby.”

“That’s fine, that’ll work.  I know those woods well.”

“Ok, but you’re going to be naked.  Like, naked naked.  Horns, claws, tail…those pretty purple eyes of yours glowing with determination…”  Cowbell trailed off and sighed, crossing his arms and taking a moment to think.  “It’s not even really about you getting into the abbey itself, I know you can find your way in.  But you’ll need to glamour yourself before you even think about going for Terzo’s body.  Wherever that even is right now.”

“I know where his body will be.  He told me once what the protocol was for when a Papa died.  They’ll have him lying in state in the chapel.  Probably alongside his brothers.”

“Alright, cool, but you’re going to get caught walking around like that.”

“If I need to I’ll wait till it’s night before I head in.  I can go through the catacombs.”  Omega ignored Cowbell repeating that he was going to get caught in a sing song voice and continued on, “I can also get to Terzo’s room through the passageways around the abbey, I doubt they’ve done anything with his stuff yet.”

“There’s a passageway that leads to his room?”  Omega nodded causing Cowbell to snort and mutter ‘kinky’ under his breath.  “What’s in his room you need so badly?”

“Some of my…things are there.  Uniforms.  A mask.”

“Oh shit, yeah that’s a good idea.  I don’t think they’ve banished everyone yet, so you might be able to get away with wandering around like that.”

“I won’t be wandering around.  I’ll get dressed and head back for his body, then bring…all of it down to a room in the catacombs.”

“And then what?”

“Well that’s part three of my plan.���

“Yeah, Big Guy I get that, but what is part three?”

Omega stared blankly at Cowbell, not even really sure what he was supposed to say.  This was obviously the most important part of the plan.  It’s not like he wanted to lug Terzo’s body (and his head) around forever like some ridiculous 80s movie.  He was a creature of Hell, a Nameless Ghoul.  Omega had seen and done some crazy things in his hundreds of years of existence.  He should be able to say the following words without feeling like an idiot.  

“I need to…bring Terzo back to life.”

“Fuck yeah you do, Buddy.”  Cowbell walked over and clapped a clawed hand on Omega’s shoulder.  “Lucky for you I know a guy.”

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Read Chapter 3: Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall

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[withoneheadlight]

| harringroveson / harringrove + eddie | n s f w | tw: drug use | part 1/? |

(ok this-- was eventually bound to happen bc threesomes are the single thing i just can't resist. thanks, @c0bblenygma for the ship name!)

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The thing is, Eddie’s been selling Marijuana for years but he’s never, ever, shotgun it with anyone.

The other thing is that, two joints and a half after Billy Hargrove as always, banged his fucking door and, as always he and Steve Harrington invited themselves to his home and as al-ways took reign of his “Dirtier than a fucking rat’s, Edward. For dear fucking Jesus, you should call plague control”―bed, in Hargrove's words, Eddie―well. Eddie slips.

‘Fuck. I’ve never done that’

He slips. Can’t help it. Just fucks up. Firs rule of survival: never, never slip about anything. There are stories. Legends. About Eddie Munson that keeps on slyly changing hands same as Eddie passes the good stuff. They’ve granted him, over the years, enough respect to make him almost untouchable. Respect. Envy. Fear. And the first rule is always this: never, ever let anything slip out.

There’s the juicy rumor that once Eddie did it with Tina and Julia Rusell like two Halloweens ago. The shotgunning. All Eddie remembers is having blown the smoke of his cig in Tina’s face. That’s how you become King of the unpopular: rumors and never. Letting. Anything. Slip. Out. But―

They’re laying down, the three of them, transversely on the old mattress Eddie's got on the floor, feet stretched out and sharing the third joint and―

Hargrove and―

Harrington.

Eddie’s got them one on either side, sweating in the toxic August heat, tears of laughter drying in their eyes, relaxed, thoroughly stoned. The two Kings of Hawkins spending their weekends in Eddie the freak Munson's trailer. One of the few rumors that are actually real. One that of course Eddie won’t go on denying.

Billy Hargrove. Steve Harrington. Their temples glistering with sweat and their shirts lost somewhere between the first and the second. Steve's chest covered in thick dark fuzz only half visible in between the denim of Eddie's vest because at some undetermined point Hargrove got one of those fits of malice that take over him sometimes and said "I bet even not even you can pull that off, Stevie" and Harrington got infected by it like he always does and slide vest over his bare skin because "The hell I can't."

Harrington and Hargrove.

This is how it happens:

Hargrove asks him “Want a hit?” and Harrington’s like “Sure” and they half rise up on their elbows. Hargrove sucks on the joint in a long long long inhale, the kind that fills your whole chest. Lips red, eyes glazed. He turns the joint over in his hand, offers the butt to Harrington and there, right there, that's where reality breaks through the invisible veil of magic because Harrington leans over to suck it from his hand, his bare belly pressing against Eddie's side and his eyes almost closed but then Hargrove pulls his hand away, staring at him with those melting-blue eyes of his and a tight-lipped smile, cocks an eyebrow and Eddie knows then, that he was just baiting him, because Harrington chuckles, licks his lips, looks up at him from in between those long lashes and―

Nods. Skims closer, closer. Parts his lips.

And fuck if that ain't magic. Because then Hargrove gets closer too, his fingers finding grip on Eddie's bony hip and his nails digging in and his lips parting for Steve Harrington and then smoke’s escaping though those red lips and they’re almost pressed against Harrington's and the tips of their tongues are almost touching and Billy's nails are digging so deep it hurts and― that magic’s running liquid and hot down the curve of Eddie’s spine, curling between his legs when Harrington inhales, and their mouths brush, and Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove moans, a low, lewd thing, and― Eddie. Eddie knows this kind of magic. Eddie’s used to feel it in his fingertips and for it to make his heart beat rabid, like it's just been electrified back to life. This magic is Heavy Metal and madness and Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington are conjuring it with their mouths, with the hungry shimmer of their tongues and the way they’re breathing smoke into each other like all they want is to drown and. And―

“Fuck, I―” and what wants to come out of Eddie’s throat is a moan but he somehow manages to tone it down into a sigh. He feels like his skin is burning, right beside where Hargrove’s nails are buried “I’ve. Never done that. With anyone”

And never means but I want to and anyone means with you. I wanna do it with you two and―

By the time Eddie realizes what he’s just said, it’s late already. That’s the first of his mistakes and Hargrove throws him head first into the second with a broken laugh and bare white canines and Harrington with a sweet smile that slides down softly on the impossible curve of those pretty plush lips he’s got.

 “C’mon now, Edward. Really? Never ever?” Hargrove teases and, immediately―

“Wanna try?” Harrington reads his mind, whispers, “With us?”

And they break apart just enough to look down at him, the two Kings of Hawkins, half-naked and sweaty and stoned. They almost wring a second confession out of him. That something he’s never told anyone. That something that’s always harder to hide from when weed turns reality into mist and makes the things that matter too much seem like they don't matter at all.

What they do wring out of him is―

“I wanna try” a second mistake: “With you”

I wanna know how it feels like, to do what you just did.

Harrington’s smile melts, sugar and smoke and malice. And Eddie feels breathless when he suddenly remembers who’s actually the worse of them two, when he steals from Hargrove the joint he’s just slipped back to his mouth and takes a long drag and laughs.

And the next thing that happens is the animal riff of Stranglehold. Is November Rain when Slash makes it rip through your ribcage, exposing the bone. It’s the high of Thunderstruck and the fucking, fucking insanity of Bohemian Rapsody.

“’Course you do” And his voice, his voice’s Kashmir, when the Leds get the fuck out of their minds.

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part 2

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[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 11)

Danny Wagner X fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, fingering, breath play if you squint. I think thats it!

Josh's POV

I rolled over in bed, reaching my arm out for Rose, only to find her not there. I glanced up to see her, in panties and a tshirt, standing on her tip toes, leaning over my dresser as she inspected something on her chin. I kept my eyes on her, taking in the glorious sight of her curvy hips and perfect ass. When my eyes finally made it to hers in the reflection she was staring at me with a smirk.

"Enjoying the view Kiszka?" She said in a flirtatious tone as she turned around, crossing her arms

"Always, what are you doing over there anyways? Get back over here" I said as I held out my arms for her.

"I think I'm getting a pimple on my chin," She pouted as she climbed back onto the bed, straddling my lap

"Let me see," I said, guiding her face closer to me with my hand behind her neck. I squinted dramatically as I pretended to inspect it, "I don't see anything, you look just as cute as ever." I said, now pulling her into a kiss. The corners of her mouth turned up between kisses as she smiled. I pulled her closer, my hands traveling to her ass as I deepened the kiss. I pulled Rose's shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, I was reaching for her breast when I heard the doorknob turn. I quickly flipped us, luckily tangling us in the sheets enough that Rose's mostly naked body was hidden,

"Afternoon Josh, Rose." Jake said as he strolled in,

"Jake what the hell do you want," I hissed at him, Rose giggling beneath me-making it hard for me to keep a straight face with Jake.

"First, stop taking my weed." He said as he walked over to my window and took the joint off the windowsill, "Second, today is the fall festival we were going to go hand out flyers at for our next show. So get up, it's already past noon." He walked out and shut the door. I collapsed down onto Rose, my face in the crook of her neck as she continued to laugh,

"That was a close one," She said as she wrapped her arms around me, nails gently scratching at my scalp. I took a deep breath, just wanting to stay in bed with her like this, forever.

"It was, I guess I should get up." I groaned as I pecked a kiss on her lips. Climbing off the bed I grabbed her shirt off the ground and handed it to her. She slipped it over her head as I looked for a pair of shorts for her to wear, seeing as she only had her costume from the night prior. "We can stop by your apartment on the way, if you want to come I mean." I added, realizing I had just assumed she wanted to spend the day with me.

"I'd love to come, yeah if we could stop by so I could change that would be great." She said, sitting on the bed, watching as I got dressed. After I got dressed we both went into the living room to find Jake waiting impatiently by the door.

"Maybe knock next time?" I said as I slipped on my shoes, still annoyed at his invasion

"Maybe lock the door next time," He said back flatly. Rose just watched the whole interaction, carrying her heels in her hand as she walked out the door.

"Who's car are we taking?" She asked as she walked down the driveway,

"We can take mine," Jake replied as he followed behind her

"Is it ok if we stop by my place, it's on the way to the festival anyways"

"Sure, but we need to hurry." He said as he started the car. We all got in and headed to her apartment. Jake stayed in the car but I went inside with Rose.

"Am I witnessing a walk of shame right now?" Lucas said with a smirk as we walked through the living room. I laughed when Rose flipped him off as she continued to her room. "What are you two up to this fine friday?"

"We are going to the fall festival in the park downtown," I said as I leaned against the wall. "We have a show tomorrow night and we are handing out flyers. You coming with Rose?"

"I am about to leave for the weekend with my boyfriend, otherwise I would have come," He said as he stood up,

"Did I just hear you say you're leaving for the whole weekend? Where are you two going?" Rose asked as she walked around the corner. She was wearing a black and white fitted long sleeve shirt with a black t-shirt over it, loosely tucked into her high waisted light wash jeans.

"I am just going to stay at his for a while, no big deal." Lucas shrugged

"Alright, well I love you and I'll see you around" She said as she hugged him. "We should probably hurry before Jake comes in and yells at us again" She giggled as she took my hand and led us back to Jakes car. I sat in the back seat with Rose and most of the ride was quiet as we listened to the music. At one point her phone went off and she smiled at the screen before sending a text. I knew it was probably Danny, I felt jealousy raising in me as I tried not to think about it. We got to the festival and Jake pulled a giant stack of flyers from the passenger seat. He split the pile and handed half to Rose and I and he took the other half.

"Lets split up so we cover more ground" Jake said, serious as ever when it came to band stuff. I took Rose's hand and we went one way while Jake went the other. We walked past the vendors and small carnival rides for kids, handing out flyers and having short conversations about the band with people here and there.

"Are you hungry sweetheart?" I asked as I pulled her close to me, the flyers almost gone.

"I am kind of," She said sheepishly,

"Lets go find something to eat," I said as we walked back past the vendors. We ended up getting a massive smoked turkey leg and sharing it. After eating we walked back past the vendors and I saw a face painting station. "Lets get our faces painted!"

"Josh," she giggled as I drug her over, "Thats for kids,"

"Oh come on, its fun. Just something small on our cheeks or something " I said with my best puppy dog eyes,

"Fineee" She said with a grin and a roll of her eyes. I smiled as I pecked a kiss on her cheek, thanking her for letting me get my way. There were two artists working so Rose and I sat back to back and picked our designs.

"What are you getting?" I asked as they began painting.

"A moon and star," She replied, "What about you?"

"It's a surprise" I said, trying not to grin and mess up the artist

"Oh gosh, alright" She said, and I could tell by the way she sounded she was trying not to laugh as well. I paid the painters and then walked over to where Rose was waiting since hers had got finished first. I tried to contain my smile as I walked over, covering my art so she couldn't see until I was close to her. She grabbed my hand and moved it so she could see,

"A rose! You are so cheesy" she said as she looked at it, I leaned in and kissed her,

"It's the second favorite Rose I've had on my face" I whispered in her ear cheekily.

"Joshua!" She said as she playfully smacked my chest, both of us laughing. Suddenly out of nowhere she was squealing as someone threw her over their shoulder. I quickly assessed the situation and saw that she was smiling when she realized who this was. I was genuinely curious as to who this person was. He was at least 6'3 and his muscley figure was covered in tattoos.

"Thorne!" She said excitedly as he put her down. Her brother? Of course I'd meet him for the first time with a flower painted on my face. "What are you doing here?!" She wrapped him in a hug, her head barely coming up to his chest.

"I was in town for the weekend for work and Lucas told me you were here." He said as he tousled her hair with his hand like big brothers do. "I was hoping I can stay at your place"

"Of course you can!" She said before turning to me, "Thorne this is Josh"

"Nice to meet you," I said putting my hand out. He reached out and shook my hand with a strong grip that almost hurt, his face getting serious as he looked me over.

"Thorne." He introduced himself flatly, "Are you always this..."

"Adorable? Yes." I said back quickly,

"It's true.. he is" Rose said with a laugh as she took my hand and leaned her head on my shoulder,

"I was going to say ridiculous" Thorne said motioning to the face paint

"That too," Rose said grinning, I gasped and feigned being hurt but she just laughed, "but I love that about him" she added, and I felt my heart melt. We started walking and Rose had a hold on my arm, Thorne on her other side, towering over both of us. I laughed softly at how short she was compared to him even though they were related.

"So, Josh was it? What's this?" he said, taking a leftover flyer from my hand,

"It's a flyer for our show tomorrow, I am in a band" I said confidently,

"They are really good," Rose said, gripping my arm a little tighter, giving me a reassuring smile

"You're in a band. Is that what you plan to do with your life?" Thorne questioned condescendingly,

"Thorne leave him alone." Rose hissed as she glared at him, I stayed quiet. We walked a while longer and I was silent as Rose and him spoke. I finally felt uncomfortable enough that I decided to leave. Thorne had wondered a few feet away to look at a vendor and I took my chance to tell Rose bye,

"Hey, I think Jake should be ready to go by now. I think I'm going to head out with him, we have practice soon anyways." I said as I took both of her hands

"Don't let him get to you ok?" She said softly, referring to Thorne

"I'm not" I lied, forcing a smile "I'll see you at the show tomorrow night" I kissed her quickly before heading off to find Jake. I felt defeated, I wanted nothing more than for her family to like me, and her brother already hated me.

Danny's POV

-I'd really love to see you today, are you busy?

Rose-I am actually on the way to the fall festival right now, but I should be free tonight if you want to come over?

-Movie night?

Rose- sounds perfect,

-I will come over after practice, I'll bring snacks.

Rose- looking forward to it <3 If you want you can just stay over, Lucas is gone for the weekend and then we can just go to the show together.

I smiled as I re-read the texts from earlier in the day. If I was going to stay the night with Rose I needed to pick out my outfit for the show today and take it with me. I looked through my closet picking out what I thought would work well with the rest of the guys' outfits. I put the clothes in my backpack. I walked into the living room to find Sam waiting on me to leave for practice.

"Hey after practice can you just drop me off at Rose's house?" I asked as we got out to the car, "I'm going to stay over there tonight"

"Fine by me," he shrugged. We got to practice and everything went smoothly. We were packing up to leave and I spoke to Sam,

"Hey, can we stop by the gas station on the way to Rose's, I need to get snacks"

"Yeah I want more snacks for home anyways." Sam replied,

"Her brother is in town, and fair warning..hes a prick. No pun intended" Josh said as he sat on the couch. Josh had met her brother? Would I get to meet him? It sounded like it didn't go well when Josh met him, so I was a little nervous. I hopped into the car with Sam and headed to the gas station. I got some popcorn and Rose's favorite candy.

-I'm on my way to your place now

Rose-I'm about to hop into the shower, so you can just come in when you get here.

-will do

I grinned at her being comfortable enough to let me just walk into her apartment. Sammy dropped me off and I took my backpack and the snacks and headed inside. The lights in the living room were off, so I just headed to the bathroom. The door was open but her bedroom door was closed telling me she was in there. I gently knocked on the door, no answer. I opened the door slowly, and a giant smile spread on my face when I saw Rose dancing on her bed, headphones in, wrapped in a towel. Her wet hair was flying around as she danced. She turned around and jumped when she saw me. A soon as she realized it was me, she pulled her headphones out and tossed her phone to the bed.

"Hey" She walked over to the edge of the bed and I walked towards her. She was taller than me at this point, tilting my chin up to kiss her.

"Hey" I said, already in a daze, running my hands along her thighs. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as we kissed. I stepped back slightly and she hopped down, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her towel was still wrapped around her top, but had opened where she wrapped her legs around me.

"Shut the door" She said between kisses,

"Aren't we alone?" I asked,

"No, Thorne is next door" She said, I promptly dropped her, glad she landed on her feet. I quickly shut the door.

"I don't know if we should do anything with your brother next door sleeping, I don't think you can be quiet enough for that." I smirked over at her as I turned the lock

"Oh come on," She whined as she dropped her towel, a pout on her face. "Please..." I walked closer and let my fingers brush down her sides before landing on her hips. I leaned down to kiss her, pulling her against me, she moaned slightly as my hands traveled to her ass,

"See..." I said as I pulled away with a smile,

"Sorry, I promise. I promise I'll be quiet." She begged at a whisper, her hands traveling under my shirt, scratching my chest lightly before pulling my shirt over my head. A groan threatened to leave my throat but I contained it, walking her backwards until her knees hit the bed. I grabbed her hips and tossed her further up the bed. She stifled a squeal as she landed, bouncing on the mattress. She laid back against the bed and her lust filled eyes raked over me. I decided then, after seeing the eagerness on her face that I wanted to tease her a little.

I started at her ankle, then her calf, knee, hip, brushing my lips against her skin and planting warm open-mouthed kisses. Her hips bucked up slightly when I kissed her hip. I kissed it again and sucked harder this time, leaving a little purple mark. She writhed underneath me as I did, "Did you like that?" I whispered, moving up to her stomach and repeating the process as she nodded frantically.

I moved up to her breast and decided to add a little more, so I nipped at the flesh and her hips once again bucked up into mine.

"Pleasee" She whispered, taking my hand and leading it down to her clit. I obliged and started rubbing circles as I peppered kisses over her shoulders and neck. She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to contain her moans and whimpers.

I loved watching her come undone for me, a simple touch and she'd crumble. The feeling was mutual, I knew full well she had the same effect on me. I ran my fingers through her slick before slowing sliding in two fingers. She was already so wet, and I nearly lost it when she started grinding her hips onto my fingers, basically fucking herself using my hand.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked quietly in her ear before kissing that sensitive spot behind it.

"Yes, take off your pants," She whispered as she sat up, her face flushed, her damp hair draping down her shoulders and over her chest. I stood up and stripped out of my pants and boxers. I was already impossibly hard as she stared up at me.

I climbed back on the bed and started to hover over her again, but she placed her hand on my chest, pushing me and motioning for me to lay down next to her. She knelt next to me on the bed and took my cock into her hand, pumping it a few times before she straddled my lap, facing away from me. I took in a sharp breath as she started grinding against me. I grabbed her hips guiding them back and forth a few times before she raised herself, taking my length and lining it up with her entrance. I kept my grip on her hips and steadied her as she slowly lowered herself on to me. My chest rumbled as I was once again fighting to stay quiet.

Her head fell back and she let out a soft moan as she lowered herself completely. I brushed her hair over her left shoulder as I sat up and made my chest flush with her back. She moaned again at the new angle and I quickly put my hand over her mouth, the other over her clit.

"Shh you have to be quiet angel," I reminded her as she nodded, her hands wrapping around each of my wrists, "Do you remember your taps?" She nodded again. I kept my hands in their places, rubbing her clit and covering her mouth as she started to move up and down, her head falling back again.

I could feel her getting tighter around me and feel her ragged breaths against my hand and I knew she was close. A few more flicks of my fingers and her legs were trembling as she came around me. After working her through it I paused for a moment and she fell back against me, her head on my shoulder. I kissed at her shoulder and neck as she caught her breath,

"Danny, I..I want you to cum inside me" She said shyly, slowly starting to move up and down again. I froze, completely surprised by the request, my skin somehow getting even hotter.

"Are you sure?" I asked, running my hands through her hair,

"Yes, I'm sure. Please, I want it." The neediness and vulnerableness of her voice flipped a switch in me. I held her tightly, flipping us so that she was belly down on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips, never removing myself from inside her.

I placed one hand next to her face, placing her hand around it, in case she needed to tap out. The other I slid down her spine before getting a grip on her ass as I started thrusting into her harder than I had before. Her mouth fell open briefly before her eyes rolled back and she bit her bottom lip.

"Shhhh baby, I know" I continued my pace, already close because of her request echoing over and over in my brain. Her grip on my wrist got tighter as I bottomed out, clenching my jaw in a desperate attempt to not make any noise as I came.

I carefully collapsed down onto her, moving her hair from her face and placing a soft kiss on her cheek as I caught my breath. Once we had both collected ourselves I rolled off of her. I glanced over to her, she looked at me in a daze with a soft smile on her face. I pulled her closer to me, spooning her and holding her tightly.

"You are so perfect." I said as I nuzzled my face into her neck, "Do you know how hard it was for me to stay quiet?"

"So are you" She said, reaching up and tangling her hand in my hair with a breathy giggle. I felt my cheeks blush and my heart swell. "And yes, I do know how hard it is to stay quiet" I closed my eyes for a while and just soaked up the moment.

"Do we need to go to the pharmacy or anything?" I asked softly,

"No," She replied after a snorted laugh, "I'm on birth control"

"I was just making sure" I said, tickling her side. She grabbed my hands to stop my antics,

"I know, it is sweet that you asked." she said flipping to face me, kissing the tip of my nose. "Did I see skittles in that bag" She said, motioning to the chair causing me to smile.

"You did," I replied, "Would you like some?" I asked teasingly,

"Yes pleasee" She said sweetly, scrunching her nose. I stood up and slid on my boxers. "Do you need anything else while I'm up?"

"Hmm, the remote, and maybe your shirt." She said with a grin, I knew she loved wearing my clothes to sleep in. I tossed her my shirt before grabbing the remote and snacks. She slipped it over her head as I climbed back into her bed, pulling the covers over us. She shifted to where she was cuddled up next to me. We picked a movie and ate our snacks before we eventually fell asleep.

#josh kiszka #gvf #greta van fleet #greta van smut #greta van fleet smut #josh gvf #danny wagner #greta van fleet fan fiction #Danny wagner smut #Josh kiszka smut #Danny gvf

[thisismeracing]

helloo!! how are you lovie?🫶

personally I had such a long week, nothing bad whatsoever, just long... honestly I can't help but think of Mick taking care of his girl every weekend when they are free, but this weekend?? with goodwood??? tell me I'm not the only one who thinks he'd have planned the whole trip for his girl like a literal HONEYMOON

-🌻

Heya, my love! 💛

I’m ok! I took the Saturday to do a whole self-care routine, moisturize my curls, get my nails done and painted, and so on. So I’m feeling all floaty hehe I had a long week as well, and I totally agree with Mick taking care of you even if he has to travel. When he has to go, he’ll def pack for you, get you a spa appointment if there is any time, and then take a day or two after the race for you guys to explore the city or just rest together.

#thots #🌻 anon #millies inbox #ms47

[un-nonymous]

Have you ever seen someone in like, head-to-toe (shoulder-to-thigh?) spanx, but without the bra part? It’s like a BYOB (bra) situation? It’s not great.

Anyway, my best friend’s wedding is this Saturday in Chicago and we leave at 6am Thursday. I need 8 more days to be ready for the trip.

It’s been so long since I’ve written over here that I was excited to fill in the “Listening to:” field. That’s … never been a thing here. Livejournal. Twenty (20) years ago. It’s fine. You should listen to this song though.

I don’t care about no hoes, where is your spouse at?

Red text!

(Personally, I truly don’t care about no hoes nor spouses. In fact I’m very actively trying to become a spouse myself, for fuck’s sake.)

So I’m a bridesmaid in my best friend’s wedding this weekend and I love her but she did us all dirty with the color of these dresses. It’s like a smoky lavender - the kind that looks good on no one. We were able to choose our own style at least, but they are all relentless and unforgiving. I am wearing head-to-toe spanx (BYObra) and you can see like, the line of the contour? on the thigh? And it’s not because I have thick legs. I mean, it’s because the material of the dress is almost as though it was stuck to you, but it flows nicely in a breeze. I don’t know. I’ve also lost a bunch of weight since June (thanks, keto!) and that honestly helps me feel better about the dress. I took selfies tonight, even! Maybe I’ll post one.

This has been a hard week. Since Friday, I: organized and attended yet another suicide prevention training at work; unexpectedly found myself needing to support a dear coworker towards the end of that training class because he had been struggling with all the thoughts we’d been talking about for 2 hours and needed to step outside to cry and asked if I would join him (a senior general superintendent); attended a coworker’s wedding with another coworker, got drunk for the first time in a while and lost the latter coworker’s sunglasses before raising my voice at a third coworker who was getting mouthy with me; had what would have been the worst hangover of my life Sunday if it weren’t for Amazon’s party patches*; have been running around with my hair on fire at the office for both 10+ hour days I’ve had today and yesterday.

That whole thing was all about work. I’m working on that, but now’s not a good time for progress.

Seriously though, look up “party patches” on Amazon. Slap 2 of them on you (gonna do 3-4 for this weekend’s festivities, I have to be in proper shape for Nine Inch Nails at Riot Fest on Sunday #priorities) and while they won’t always stop a hangover from happening (I mean honestly how do you stop a speeding train, you know?), they will help you avoid an ambulance at least. Ask me how I know. Look for the blue and orange packages. They’re just vitamins, I don’t know what kind of witchcraft they’re about otherwise but they’re like $30 for I want to say 40-something patches? You really can’t put a price on magic.

(Ok here’s how I know: The last time I got that hungover, it was the morning after Matt and I got into a big argument about something stupid in public and I was crying at the table quietly but also pretty dramatically and the server had just approached with the check that I stubbornly insisted on paying. I could not pick my head up off the pillow the next morning and it took us 3 weeks to finally reach the end of the conversation because I was so embarrassed that I cried at a server as a 37-year-old woman for really the dumbest reason. I’m really fun to date. Fortunately he and I were genuinely fine those 3 weeks, we aren’t about grudges which has probably done a world of good for our 5-year run so far. But I was wearing 0 party patches that night. I currently have 2.7 packs for the bridal party and maybe the groomsmen if they’re acting right.)

Matt is standing up in the wedding too and we’re going to walk down the aisle together. I hope at least a couple people throw shoes at him. Gently, because he is a gem, but he needs a kick in the ass and he knows it.

Hope you and yours are loving your adventures lately. 🖤

#did i tell you we got a dog?? #ok next time #love you bye

[a-sexy-asexual-658]

The Twin Sister (Part 15)

I woke up to Sophie, as usual, hugging my side as she slept. I groaned from a headache and turned toward Sophie, fully planning to skip school today. The door quietly opened, clearly by a master of people who sneak into the rooms of twelve-year-old girls while they are sleeping- I mean of sleeping people. I would have not heard it if it weren't for the fact I am sensitive to any noise so can hear almost anything. I could tell it was Edaline by her soft footsteps and whispering voice.

She shook Sophie lightly, clearly not wanting to wake me. "Sophie, Sophie wake up."

"Hmm," Sophie hummed slightly forcing herself a wake.

"C'mon you have school, (Y/N)'s staying home after what happened yesterday."

"M'kay." She tried getting out of bed but I just tightened my grip wanting to stay comfortable.

"No leave," I said and they both deadpanned, Edaline tried to help Sophie out but I went as far as to hiss at her. After a few seconds, Edaline sighed.

"Fine Sophie you can stay home today." A satisfied hum left me and they realized I was awake the whole time. Edaline left the room and we slept for a good six more hours until Grady came in yelling.

"Come on! It's two in the afternoon, get up!" He said impatiently tapping his foot. We groaned and he did the worst thing possible, open the shades. He clapped his hands and they opened. Sophie yelped and fell off the bed and I full-on screamed 'BLOODY MURDER' while simultaneously trying to claw my eyes out and pull the blanket over my head. Fucking asswhole that's what Grady is. A fucking asswhole. "Murder of what?" He said trying to pull it off me and Sophie who had crawled back into the safety of the dark sheets from the toxic sun that kills us. Unfortunately for him, we had a death grip on it.

"OF US!!!" We both yelled at the same time. Why we always in a mood. Goddamn, I'm always so rude, sister always gotta keep me under control. Don't ask just came to mind.

"Oh don't be so dramatic!" He laughed trying to pull the blanket off us. It took him six gnomes and one and a half hours to pull it off us. I screamed again and threw whatever was the closest thing to me at Grady, which just so happened to be a knife. Wow. He screamed and ducked, if he hadn't it would have nailed him right in between the eyes. "(Y/N)!" He yelled at me and there started a lecture. Ugh.

Anyway boring so let's skip to something else.

Bianna cornered us in a hallway weeks later. "Are you guys mad at me?" She asked, uh let's backtrack, what?

"What? No. Why?" Oh, it's one of those conversations where you ignore I exist, yay.

"You haven't come over in at least three weeks. It was before the school was evacuated."

"Sorry. I've been super busy."

"Do you want to come over this weekend?"

"I don't think we can." Speak for yourself.

"How about next weekend?" Insistent much, I don't even got plans for today, cool down.

".... uh sure," Sophie said.

"Cool I'll tell my parents so they know to be over," Bianna said then turned to me.

"Your not busy right?"

"Nah, I'll always make time for you, Bi." I winked, finally a successful flirt! Her cheeks turned pink slightly and she turned on her heel and left. Sophie turned to me with a raised eyebrow and an amused look on her face.

"Shut it, at least I flirt with my crush, unlike some people."

"Yeah, and are they even good flirts?"

"Bitch."

"Australopithecus."

"Insulting me with big human history words is not only sad but just proves you're a nerd."

"Shut up."

Let's skip again since I'm bored. Except for Dex giving Sophie some elixir and almost killing her with me doing the same thing that happened when she fell unconscious but this time the teacher actually left me to sit with my sister, knowing she almost died, nothing happened.

Wait- you actually want to hear about that?

Well, come back next time to hear about it folks. Good day and good night, guys!

Oh what's that author, I'm going to get kidnapped soon, ok. . . . . . . . . . WAIT I'M GOING TO GET KIDNAP–

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Well you heard the girl tune in next time! Also you can't honestly tell me Sophie wouldn't insult someone with big human words and am I the only one that thinks she would start yelling and screaming in random human languages when she's mad, and it would be funny to watch. The Tiktok audio that goes 'I'm going full on Mexican on your bitch ass' just came to mind, help! 

Anyway the chapterly threat, eat real food, drink real water and get real sleep not a few minutes or hours actual sleep or I will kill Stinky.

Adios!

~Sahiko

#sophie foster #kotlc fanfic #kotlc #kotlc x reader #(y/n) #more to but I'm lazy #keeper of the lost cities

[stevn93]

Not as soon as I anticipated, but we meet yet again old friend. How have you been?? Yeah it's hard to keep up and it's hard to adjust. I saw you are trying to improve though. Me? Let's not talk about that. Fine I can be honest, truth is I still tell people I'm fantastic or it's another day in paradise when the reality is I don't know if I'm OK. So much in my head... I...my wife I'm pretty sure she's joking when she calls me gay, but sometimes I'm not sure, I know I'm not totally straight. I spent 2 years on the down low with a guy and only 2 people that weren't me or him know and one is my wife and that telling was far from great, anyway we were both from religious homes and had to keep everything hidden. And on the note of religion I think it has led to some of my issues. I don't know what I believe, I know what I have been told to believe my whole life, but I don't know what I believe. I was raised in a Seventh Day Adventist home, as was my mother, and her parents and I know my great grandparents were so it's a long standing thing in my family. My friend was from a equally long line of deep south Baptist beliefs. The SDA beliefs are much more strict and holds to the old mosaic law. I was 30 at my first sampling of bacon. Now crazy as it sounds I work for a Christian based non-profit and have been there 4 years now. I am a maintenance technician and also do grounds care. I am on call and we rotate weekends so I work some Saturdays and Fridays after sunset which is a ticket to the bad place. Not that having had relationships with another guy wouldn't also be a reason for that,but sometimes I still have a desire for it. I still have to keep things hidden because it could be grounds for dismissal from my job. My job is super flexible with days off and hours so I can raise my kids and I know nowhere else would be so forgiving to me. I wasn't careful one day and was sighted in the building with my Proud Furry hoodie on(I had gotten diesel fuel on my other it was the one I had in my truck)so that combined with the nail polish has left people suspect. I have to wonder sometimes if my wife believes I'm more gay than straight or if I want something else. She would be the one to know as she knows more about me and my past than my parents, a therapist would have a field day but until then I will have to settle with emptying my mind here. Have spent the last several nights after she goes to sleep sitting on the shower floor for an hour or two and just letting the water rain down. I don't know if it helps but the rain is still too cold for such things. There is so much I don't understand like pronouns and transjender, I was never exposed to things largely due to religious sheltered life. I have finally encountered a person who is non-binary and it's hard to remember to use they/them and people call you out for you and tell you you don't care about others or you would just change, but I was programed to think, act and talk this way for 30 years! Ask a smoker who has smoked 5 years to quit cold turkey. My grandfather on my Dad's side used the N word and did so openly, but his best friend was an old colored gentleman Mr.Milton and every day before he ate his dinner rain shine or hurricane he would take him a hot plate of food. If you didn't know and didn't see you'd thought him a racist white supremacist, but it wasn't the case. People talk about care but are so quick to judge or tell you how you should feel... That's part of why my wife knows things my parents don't. I won't elaborate much but I took a problem to people you were supposed to trust and it went just as I was told it would. So I made changes and because I was young and of such a light build I likely stunted my growth a smidgen and damaged my joints. I don't know why my wife stays when I'm so damaged. I wish I could see what she does or did see. She still spends a lot of time on her phone and I asked her to talk to me yesterday and she didn't put down her phone. Some days are so much more a struggle than others. I'll see you later old friend. Thanks for being here.

[cthulhudundee]

So that was an unexpected detour.

I was expecting a few months away from here, it always takes that long when I start a new job – a couple of weeks of ‘I hate this and I’m never coming back’ plus working out what I need to settle into a new work routine.

What actually happened was:

Two weeks in my bad wrist got worse. I couldn’t bend it at all. I wore my brace all weekend but still no relief by Sunday evening. In desperation I played a few minutes of guitar, cursing and swearing all the way from the pain… and it fucking worked dammit.

So I had to start doing a bit of practice everyday, worked up a few simpler pieces, had to buy a suitable chair and look for a guitar rest because I can’t use footstools anymore with my bad hip. Did you know that there is a guitar rest that looks like a giant chopping board that you attach to the back of the instrument?

Still haven’t found one I like but there’s one on ebay I’ll try eventually. Also my nails were really brittle for ‘some reason’ so it was nail hardener and nail care all over. I had to pick the one instrument that requires them.

Thankfully just doing my job has strengthened my wrists to the point where that’s mostly no longer necessary..

Then at work they introduced an app for clocking in and accepting shifts etc. (The company I work for is a zombie of a thing where everything is outsourced and they actually rent me from a recruitment company).

Of course it wouldn’t work on my phone so I had to buy another just for work, then I had to remember to use the damn thing, then it turned out others were having trouble with the app too so they put an ipad in the office and I was using this whole smartphone just for accepting shifts. At least I picked one with an alarm I can find this time.

But that turned out to be OK because then we had a break-in at home and my other phone and wallet were stolen so I just switched to the new phone but had to buy another sim to get my old number ported (all of my 2-factor authentications go to that one, all official communication goes through it) So then I had 2 sims in my phone on 2 different networks (do you think I could remember to keep credit on both?) and I only finally got everything connected back to my original number last month. Only took a year.

And THEN, the week before xmas last year I got rear ended. Second time I’ve had a perfectly good car turned into a repairable write-off by a middle aged bloke who wasn’t paying attention. Being just before xmas/new year meant all the crash repairers were closed for a couple of weeks so I was driving around in an unroadworthy vehicle with an exploded back window covered in plastic.

Luckily there were witnesses (the people in the car in front who I got shunted into - my car was the only one with major damage) and we both claimed on his insurance because I didn’t have any…. He was insured with an industry co-op for people who work in transportation, he drives for a living. I got another car for half the payout amount though so that left me some spare money.

In between all this I discovered my iron and B12 levels had taken a serious dive and I was either close to or officially anaemic, depending on which standard you use. My skin looked exactly the colour of the image on the Wikipedia page for B12 deficiency. I thought I was just getting really tanned! So that explained the brittle nails. Got B12 shots, finally found an iron supplement I can tolerate (it’s liquid! It tastes nice! I don’t get side effects!) Now I have sustagen in my morning coffee and it’s not to make the coffee taste better.

My blood test this October just gone showed I’ve made it into the low normal iron range and many of the symptoms that cleared up over that time are things I have had for my entire life. Hmmmmm.

After that I got onto my first round of allergy blood testing, just finished the second round and the results are that I am allergic to flavour lol. I’m heterozygous for one of the coeliac mutations so 10% chance I’m coeliac. I’m allergic to onion, tomato, potato, sesame and chilli. That’s, like, my entire diet and it means eating take away is near impossible. Also can’t have most gluten free baked goods cos they frequently contain potato starch.

Spent a bit of time trying different ways to hide veg and such in food, tried some kitchen gadgets and have achieved 3 reliable recipes – egg-lemon rice with spinach, lemon herb chicken and decadent porridge. Cheese n crackers and popcorn for snacks. ‘Reliable recipe’ here means a) something I can cook without too much effort and b) something I will actually want to/be able to eat once it’s made. Food shopping has become pretty basic since, and I’ve found a brand of fresh frozen lemon juice that doesn’t contain sulfites so I can go nuts with the lemon juice with no risk to my vitamin B1 levels.

So my diet is still very restricted but it’s completely allergen free and I’ve managed to finally ditch coca cola. I noticed my cravings for it were a bit sus, I’d always want something with gluten after and I’m pretty sure it’s the caramel colouring doing it. Still trying to find ways to increase veggies but fibre capsules are a godsend and my cholesterol is also high. Welcome to early middle age I guess?

In amongst all this I noticed a pattern in my sleeping habits where I would always either fall asleep or wake between 3 and 5 o’clock. Could be a.m. or p.m. but always those hours. I tried setting my alarm for 5am – totally unrealistic hour for my entire life. And IT FUNCKING WORKED! It still drifts a bit because 24 hours has never fit with my sleep-wake rhythm but I don’t suffer in the mornings anymore. I’ve actually had to move it to 4:30 because that’s about when I start waking naturally now.

So that left me feeling liked I’d been body snatched and took a while to stop feeling weird. Really weird. My only issue is sometimes falling asleep too early in the evening but then I just do cooking or whatever when I wake at 12 or 2. I suspect the key to it is that I’m awake for both sunrise and sunset and those are pretty much the only two time cues my brain has ever noticed. Also I’m not sacrificing any quiet time at night, it’s just been shifted to early morning.

And on top of all that my housemate’s sister’s second job was looking for people. I had to turn them down the first time because I still hadn’t sorted out several health issues but they asked again a few months later and I was ready. This is the sort of job I was looking for in the first place (audio transcription rather than data entry but still) but it’s way better than the one I had originally lined up for myself and its $50+ an hour. It’s only 3-7 nights a month so good second job, I get like 2x my regular day job pay if I do a full session

And that left me feeling weirded out again because now I have two jobs that I like, they both pay well, in both I have good bosses, I wake everyday (still not knowing what day it is) looking forward to whatever the day is. I don’t dread mornings anymore or wake up with the thought of ‘not again’.

Some massive changes for the good this last year and also I finally cracked crochet and knitting. But important to note, I think, that the main thing that made these huge gains possible was having a livable amount of money coming in. I regularly drop $200 at a time at the chemist and I have to be able to afford that, never mind the specialists I have to see and my GP clinic no longer bulk bills.

Getting a job was literally what enabled me to move forward while Centrelink payments kept me sick because I couldn’t afford food that wouldn’t make me sick or even the testing required to find out which foods were causing it.

#uhhh #how do you do read mores now?

[theearly20sworkshop]

8/17 Entry 2 by C

I've been scared to write this entry for a while now.

My whole life I have felt misunderstood. If I had to write a book about my journey thus far, that would definitely be the title.

The last couple of months of my life has hit me like a ton of bricks. I have discovered I am a highly sensitive person, I have trusted my therapist, I have gone through a hard break-up, and I have been diagnosed with POTS.

POTS (Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) is a blood circulation disorder. The symptoms of this can cause lightheadedness, dizziness, fatigue, intolerance to working out, not being able to think straight, headaches, etc. (the wonderful list of symptoms goes on!)

I had been to countless doctors. They had all said the same thing. "Well, your tests came back fine! It might just be a virus of some type." or "It might be dehydration. Drink some fluids and go easy on yourself". I always had the same reply. "Ok. Thanks." and walked out the door.

After getting my diagnosis, I was in the car with my mother. She turned to me and said, "I'm so sorry honey. I had never heard of this before until you brought it up." I think she thought I was going to cry. She was wrong. I turned around, looked at her in the eyes, and smiled from ear to ear. "Don't be sorry. I haven't heard of it either!". Then we decided to meet my family for lunch. We sat down, and had told my dad and siblings about my new diagnosis. My mom was telling them the things I needed to do to get better: drink a fuck ton of fluids every day, do leg exercises, more salt intake..."

"More salt?" My dad said. "Isn't that bad for you?"

You. Who was this you everyone was referring to?

"It's good for you to exercise 4 times a week. Join a gym or a soul-cycle class."

"It's good for you to eat more fruits and vegetables"

"It's good for you to go out on the weekends and hang out with your friends"

You you you you you you. But what about me? The me that is Casey. The me that just discovered that fruits and vegetables weren't gonan cut it- that sometimes if my blood pressure peaks too low I should literally be drowning my mouth in salt. The me that has to ease into working out carefully- because fast cardio movements can shock my body into lowering its blood pressure. The things that people have been telling me would be good for me- have been killing me slowly.

I have been ignoring my intuition my entire life. I had let other people tell me what was good for me. I had never listened to the voice in my head, after a 9 am intense work-out, telling me... this doesn't feel good for me. Am I too weak? Am I took lazy? What is wrong with me.

So here is the first honest thing I have written in a while. With no addition to anyone else's thoughts. Only mine.

-Me and griffin breaking up was a good thing. It has made me feel more hopeful for my future life. I could never imagine us having a family together. I could never imagine us being so happy and in love. I know that if we had gotten to the point of marriage, I would be one of those sad women standing at the end of the aisle... supposed to say I do... but in my head screaming that I don't.

-Sometimes the outside is too much for me to bear. I don't want to go to a crowded concert with the lights flashing and the music blaring. It doesn't scream fun to me. I can't connect to anything there.

-My version of meditation is sitting in the shower with all the lights off. It calms me down. I could sit there for hours. I feel so at peace.

-Religion is a hoax. Church sucks. I believe in a higher power. I don't believe in god.

-People need more empathy. It is the way to peace

-I hate those long nails people do. They're too inconvenient.

-I don't want a house in a suburb. I want a farm or an ocean home. I want to live there year-round. The animals or the ocean will calm me down.

I'm not sure if these are good points. I'm writing them in sand- and I decided when the wave comes to wash it away so I can re-write it. It feels free to write stuff that I feel in my insides inside. Insides inside. That's a weird way to put it. I like it.

[la-appel-du-vide]

Bridal photos - BTS

It's so bizarre to me that these things that I scheduled back in JANUARY are here and happening. And that's only going to continue as we get close to the wedding day.

The week leading up to the bridal photos, I was a ball of nerves. The weather wasn't looking good - AGAIN. Apparently, if we need rain, I just have to schedule photos related to this wedding, and the rains will come.

Mom came up for the weekend to help out, and I'm so glad she was there. The whole day was chaotic and busy, but luckily it turned out perfectly. It started with a shower and blow drying my hair, so it was clean and ready for my hair appointment later that day. Then we loaded up my dress, shoes, and accessories into the car, and mom took off to pick-up my bouquet. I drove her car down to my nail appointment, where I got the most needed pedicure, but also got stupid acrylic nails put back on. (I hate them and solemnly swear that this is the last month I will ever do it. I'm getting them off the day after the wedding, no questions asked.) I wish they weren't so pretty for photos.

Nails ran way longer than I expected, so I had to have my mom come pick me up from there so we could head straight to hair and make-up in Saratoga Springs. That appointment was SO FAST considering she did a full glam face of make-up and curled both my hair and my halo... in 40 minutes. She's magic! She was darling, and I felt so good about the final look. It was natural enough, but glowy and light and just perfect.

After that, we kept checking the weather and noticing that it was only going to get worse the later it got. The original plan was to do photos at 7:30, but we started to wonder if we should just take advantage of the clear, albeit overcast, skies we had. I texted our photographer, and she agreed to meet us at 3 instead.

Of course, Brayden's custom suit wasn't ready (people suck) so he had to wear one of his old ones, but it was the first time I've seen him in a bowtie and he looked so good!

Once we got to the Capitol building, mom helped me change into my dress in the street (hahahah) and then we walked over to the grand staircase, where we did our own little first look. It most definitely got interrupted by our photographer who of course did not know that's what we were doing - so that's ok. (; But how fun for him to finally get to see the dress on me, and he really loves it!

From there, we moved quickly into doing photos. We did almost all of them on the staircase or on the upper patio by the doors. We did both formal photos of us together and just bridals of me individually. We had to work quick, because the rain was imminent. But we pulled it off. She sent us some sneak peeks, and I am DYING at one of them. All this work was worth it, even if we just got this one photo out of it. UGH so happy. I want to wear this dress forever and ever.

Once we were done, it started to downpour! Seriously, every time!!! We had to wait it out underneath the staircase for a bit haha. But our photographer left and then finally there was a break in the rain for mom to go grab my change of clothes and the dress bag so I didn't have to risk it on the way back to the car. I sure leave glitter everywhere I go though hahah. I love my dress.

Mom was the perfect dress fixer, bouquet holder, and cheerleader during our photos and it was a fun day to share with her.

We got to eat our first meal of the day once photos were done, and Wingers has never tasted better.

And then we spent our entire night hot-gluing our programs together - so what a perfect way to celebrate! (;

The wedding day is getting SO CLOSE!