#I got checked out of school and had McDonald’s

[megamett44-lover]

what if you write a fic about the triplets and the reader going through a drive thru - but - the reader gets ketchup on their burger. when the triplets and reader get to the sturniolo house to hang out afterwards, matt and reader are hanging out and matt gives the reader a kiss. since the reader had ketchup before, he's trying to ignore it and like trying to hide it because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings but she ends up finding out anyways- and just finds it hilarious. (it could be an established relationship or they confess and then kiss, whichever you think works better)

love your works and take your time writing this one <33

thank you sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Matt Sturniolo × Reader

Summary: In which a trip down memory lane leads to a confession

Warnings/Notes: Profanity, she/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

First Kiss

It was exactly 12:02 a.m. when my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I push my textbooks off my lap and roll over to grab my phone. A simple “Come outside” from Matt is at the top of my notifications.

“This kid and his ominous texts.” I laugh, putting on my slippers.

Locking my apartment and making my way downstairs, I notice the minivan parked in front of the building.

“Hey Y/N!” Chris screams as he pops his head through the sunroof.

“Shut up!” I whisper-shout. “There are people who are actually sleeping in there and I don’t feel like getting evicted my first month here!”

Walking to the drivers side, I open the back door to see Madi and Nick.

“Hey guys.” I say, getting in and sitting on the floor between Nick and Madi.

“Hey girl.” Madi says.

“Were you asleep? You look exhausted.” Nick notes.

“Gee thanks.” I roll my eyes playfully. “I was actually studying for my test tomorrow.”

“Gross school.” Chris comments.

“Very gross.” I groan. “Not that I don’t love you guys or anything, but why am I here?”

“You need a break from being holed up in your tiny ass apartment.” Chris says.

“And we missed you.” Madi adds.

“So we’re going to Mcdonald’s.” Matt says, backing out of the parking lot.

“Oh I’d kill for a big mac right now.” I say, mouth watering at the idea.

“And we may or may not be filming a little.” Nick says, referring to the camera in his lap. “If you don’t want to be in it, that’s totally fine too!”

“That’s fine.” I say. “But I look like a homeless rat.”

“You don’t look like a homeless rat.” Matt says.

“Yeah, you look like a rat with a very nice apartment.” Chris jokes.

“I actually hate you.” I mumble as everyone laughs.

Pulling into the McDonalds drive through, Nick orders for everyone. We get our food and find a secluded parking lot and set up to film.

Taking a bite from my burger, I sigh. “This burger is so fucking good.”

“It’s not that serious, Y/N.” Chris laughs.

“I haven’t had McDonalds in forever.” I protest. “It is that serious.”

“Alright, we asked you guys to send in some things you want us to talk about from our childhood, so we’re going to be doing that.” Nick says.

“Oh God.” I groan, closing my eyes. “This is going to be embarrassing.”

“Why?” Madi asks.

“Because Y/N used to be a dork.” Chris laughs.

“Okay at least I didn’t sleep in a Pokémon onsie until I was 12.” I say.

“That was me!” Matt says.

“Oh I know.” I laugh.

Nick looks down at his phone, pulling up Instagram to check the answers from his story. “What’s one injury you remember from childhood?”

“Probably the time Justin hit me with a golf club.” Matt says.

“That was terrifying.” I say. “I remember Nick running to my house in his underwear freaking out because he didn’t like blood.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that.” Nick says. “Your mom was so confused.”

“Mine was probably when Chris pushed me off of the monkey bars at school and I got a concussion.” I say, taking a french fry from the bag.

“I did not push you!” Chris exclaims.

“You most definitely did.” Matt corrects.

“Yeah because I just so happened to fall off of the monkey bars.” I say sarcastically.

“You were clumsy.” Chris says.

“Matt witnessed it!” I say, throwing a fry at Chris.

“Yeah, you were mad because she cut in front of you in line, so you pushed her off.” Matt explains.

“Whatever.” Chris grumbles.

“One time, Y/N was yelling at me to come downstairs and I fell because someone put oil on the top step.” Nick says.

“In my defense, it was Chris’ idea.” I say.

“Yeah that was me, I’ll admit that.” Chris says.

“You were a demon, oh my God.” Madi laughs.

“He still is.” Matt agrees.

“Oooo what do you think about this one, Y/N?” Nick asks, showing me his phone.

Someone had wrote “Tell us about your first kiss!”

I genuinely start rolling laughing. “I don’t know, I don’t want your fan girls to hate me for this.”

“What is it?” Matt asks.

Nick responds by passing his phone up front to Matt and Chris. Matt reads it and his cheeks immediately turn red.

“Oh this is good!” Chris says. “I say Y/N and Matt goes first.”

Matt rolls his eyes and puts his face in his hands.

“Alright, so we’re going to be talking about our first kisses.” I say. “And mine just so happened to be with Matt.”

Madi gasps. “No way.” She laughs.

“Yes way.” I laugh with her. “We were like what, 13, 14, Matt?”

“I was in 8th grade and you were in 7th, so yeah that sounds right.” Matt says muffled through his hands.

“I was getting picked on because I was the only girl in my friend group who hadn’t had a first kiss yet and I was complaining to Matt about it.” I say.

“This is so cheesy.” Nick laughs.

“Shut up!” I laugh. “So I was complaining to Matt about it and he offered to be my first kiss. So we kissed. That’s it.”

“So wait, was she your first kiss too?” Madi asks Matt.

“Yeah, she was.” Matt answers.

“That’s so cute!” Madi exclaims.

“It was super awkward.” I say. “We made a promise to never talk about it again, until now, I guess.”

“Matt did not abide by that promise.” Nick says.

“Yeah, kid would not shut up about it for like 6 months after it happened.” Chris agrees.

“Okay, yeah, yeah. It’s y’all’s turn.” Matt says, clearly embarrassed.

“Aww Matt’s embarrassed.” Chris teases, poking Matt’s ribs. “He had a little cwushy-wushy on Y/N.”

“Hey, you tried to kiss me in kindergarten!” I say, pointing to Chris. “I had almost forgot about that!”

“It was a dare!” Chris says.

“Don’t worry guys, I didn’t kiss Chris because he had cooties.” I laugh.

“I did not have cooties!” Chris says. “You were the one who made that up and told everyone!”

“I only made it up because you pushed me off the monkey bars!” I say.

“I didn’t push you!” Chris yells.

“Yes you did!” Matt and I say at the same time.

“Uh oh, not the couple ganging up on me!” Chris throws up his hands dramatically.

“Alright, cootie boy.” I roll my eyes.

“You know what?” Chris says, practically launching himself into the backseat trying to tickle me.

“Madi help!” I scream, trying to deflect Chris as much as possible.

“You guys are actually children.” Nick says.

“Oh you want some too, big dog?” Chris says, shifting his attention to Nick.

“Chris!” Nick screams, almost dropping his Dr.Pepper on him.

The rest of the video goes off without a hitch. By the time we were finished filming, it was 2:30 a.m.

“Madi is gonna stay with us tonight, you wanna just stay at ours?” Nick asks, packing up the camera.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Chris says. “It’ll be just like old times.”

“I can never say no to a sleepover.” I laugh. “Count me in.”

“Thank God, I’ll need some female energy in that house.” Madi says, dapping me up.

As we drove back to the triplets house, I had noticed Matt was extra quiet. I put it off as being tired, but the way I kept catching him look at me in the rear view mirror made me think otherwise.

Pulling into the house, we all piled out and made our way inside.

“Goodnight, everyone.” Nick says, venturing off to his room.

Madi hugged me. “See you in the morning!” She says, following behind Nick.

“Where you sleeping, Y/N?” Chris asks. “You know my rooms always open.”

I laugh. “No offense, Chris, but you won’t be going to sleep for another three hours and I’m exhausted.” I flop down on the couch, pulling a blanket over me. “I’ll just sleep here.”

“No way.” Matt says. “You do not have to sleep on the couch. You can stay in mine if you want?”

Chris laughs, making kissy noises as he walks downstairs to his room.

“Jesus, that kid.” I laugh. I look over at Matt, who is looking at me with expectant eyes. “Yeah, I’ll sleep in your room, if that’s cool?”

“Mi casa es su casa.” Matt says, walking down the hall to his room.

“Okay, Flo-Rida.” I say, following him.

Matt flops down on the bed, throwing a pillow over his face. Walking over, I yank the pillow off of him.

“Hey!” He protests.

I sit down beside him. “Okay, spill.” I demand.

Matt looks at me quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Ever since I talked about our kiss, you’ve been acting weird. Spill.” I say.

“I haven’t.” Matt says. “I’m just tired.”

“Mhm.” I say. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?” Matt rolls his eyes.

“Just don’t.” I shrug. I roll over to the other side of the bed, getting under the blankets.

Matt flips the lights off, before joining me in bed.

“Goodnight, Matt.” I say, rolling over to face him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Matt says, pulling the blankets over him as well.

It’s silent for about 5 minutes, and I feel myself starting to doze off, when suddenly, the weight in the bed shifts. I open my eyes to see Matt sitting up beside me.

“Matt, what’re you-” I start.

“I like you, Y/N.” Matt blurts out.

I blink my eyes really hard to make sure I’m not dreaming and I shake my head.

“Ever since we were kids, I’ve liked you.” Matt says. “The feelings would come and go, and I really tried to make them go for the sake of our friendship, but I really, really like you, Y/N.”

Matt looks back at me as I stare wide-eyed at him. “Really?” I whisper.

“Why do you think I volunteered to be your first kiss?” Matt asks. “Chris wasn’t lying when he said I talked about that kiss for 6 months. He wasn’t lying when he said I had a crush on you. I could just…never find the right time to tell you.”

I sit up beside Matt, grabbing his hand. “I really wish you would’ve told me sooner.” I say.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Matt says. “You don’t know how much it killed me to see you with other guys, Y/N. That shit was so unbearable.”

It’s silent for a moment before Matt sighs deeply.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I really do. But I just had to tell you so-” I cut Matt off by placing my lips on his.

Feeling his lips against mine, suddenly I’m 13 again in Boston having my first kiss with my best friend. His hands find the sides of my face and it’s like the world stopped spinning. It’s like everything around us has faded away and it’s just us.

We pull away slowly, each of us gasping for air.

“I don’t know where I got the balls to do that.” I whisper. I open my eyes to notice Matt grimacing a bit.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no. Nothings wrong.” Matt says, grabbing my hand.

“No, something is definitely wrong.” I say.

Matt turns a little red before looking at his lap. “It’s just…was there ketchup on your burger earlier?”

“Yeah…?” I say, confused. And then it suddenly makes sense. I throw myself back into the bed, dying in a fit of laughter. “Oh my God!” I laugh, gasping for air.

I sit up, looking at Matt. “I am so sorry.” I say, still laughing.

“It’s okay.” He says, smiling. “I’ll taste ketchup every day as long as it’s from your lips.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re so corny.”

“Maybe.” He smiles. “So is it safe to say you feel the same?”

“Don’t make me kiss you with my ketchup breath again, Matthew.” I say.

“Is that a promise?” Matt asks, slowly pulling me back into another kiss.

a/n: help this is one of the longest stories I’ve written. but if I were to make a tag list, who would want to be added to it???

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[the-ace-with-spades]

Concept: Christopher only realizes how serious of a trauma the tsunami was when he's already almost finishing high school.

I know in the show he's got nightmares about the tsunami but I couldn't help notice how the nightmares are more about Shannon dying in the tsunami than the tsunami itself, which is understandable given that his mom's death was sudden and probably unexplained to him beyond 'there was an accident'. So his brain was probably struggling to process that she's not coming back ever again, like she did when he asked for her to be back on Christmas.

The nightmares aren't about him or even about Buck. Kids' brains can be weird about trauma.

(Skippable context: When I was seven, my dad and I had a car accident. The car behind us skidded on black ice when we were on a river bridge, hit us and we hit another car that swiveled down the hill into the river and then we also hit the balustrade hard enough the front of our car was dangling out. The people in front of us died in the water. We were moved back onto the road by the firefighters after about half an hour, with my dad staring at that river the whole time.

I didn't remember it like that at all, only learned the above from the firefighter who had checked me out on the scene and remembered me years later when my dad set the hedge on fire and the same station answered the call, literally said 'I didn't cut you out of that car so you could set the whole village on fire' to my dad. I only remembered my dad telling me if I wait patiently in the car, he's going to get me McDonald's tomorrow and asking me what I'd written in the letter to Santa (which 6yo me refused to say because it was a list for Santa only) and the firefighter teddy bear Stefan I got from the mentioned firefighter. I literally went on with my life like nothing happened. Like, my dad's leg had stitches but he said it was alright because 'scars are cool', and I literally begged my mum so she'd let me go to school the next day so I wouldn't miss the clay day and then in the evening called out my dad for not taking me for my promised Happy Meal. No nightmares, no fears of bridges, cars or rivers. I didn't even connect that the new car wasn't there because my dad got bored of the last one like he said, but because the old one was totaled.)

So what if Chris only realized how serious the tsunami was years and years later when, idk, they were writing personal statements for college applications and 'the day that changed your life' question comes up and everyone has some either traumatizing or motivational examples but he doesn't know how to answer. And one of his friends says, "Weren't you caught in the tsunami with your dad?" (which, by that point Buck and Eddie are married and he calls Buck pops). And his automatic, absent-minded answer is, "Yeah, but that wasn't a big deal."

And everyone just stares. Because he said surviving a tsunami wasn't a big deal.

Chris knows where they're coming from because if someone told him they survived a tsunami, he wouldn't dismiss them and tell them it's not a big deal.

And obviously, he vaguely remembers asking Buck where all the water went and he remembers that the run Buck did with him in his arms after that was kind of funny and then the water hit.

But he doesn't remember the water hitting him or destroying stuff on its way, just remembers Buck telling him to keep swimming and that he's got him. And the next thing he remembers, they're on the fire truck and Buck is helping people and Chris felt so proud for helping by watching the ropes (which, now he knows was a distraction, duh) and then he remembers Buck just telling him to wait patiently and then playing I Spy and it was kind of fun again and Buck was hugging him and just, it was nice, a bit unusual, but kinda felt like they were just sitting on abuela's back porch, but wet.

Even when he fell into the water again, he wasn't that scared because he heard Buck jumping after him and he was sure he'd get to him in a minute or so. And then the water retrieved and some nice lady helped him and he was still kind of fine because he knew Buck would find him and then they could go to the aquarium like Buck promised early in the day. In fact, the process of looking for Buck was the only time he remembers feeling scared - because he was thinking, what if Buck doesn't find him before Dad comes back after work to pick him up? Dad is going to be mad at Buck if they aren't there.

He just never clocked in how close to dying he was, or how close to dying Buck was.

And that day he comes back from school and asks Eddie if he can tell him what happened during the tsunami because he remembers it differently than he probably should. Eddie gets really quiet and tells him, "I don't know. I never asked Buck for details. All that mattered to me was that the two of you were in one piece."

In the time it takes for Buck to get back home, he rationalizes that maybe it wasn't a big deal to Buck either, he was a firefighter, he probably dealt with enough of that stuff to not really be that affected, and maybe it was just different for both of them.

But then he asks Buck if he can tell him about the tsunami and Buck gets really quiet and pale and finally says, "It was the worst day of my life."

#buddie #christopher diaz #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #i gave you some of my life lore here sorry #q #op #charlie writes

[keenzinemugstudent]

Miguel O'Hara x Black reader Spider woman! Imagine art work

Meet Y/N L/N Mile's godmother who is also Spider woman and soon to be Miguel O'Hara lover but for now they are enemies yeah

You are basically the fun and Goofy Aunt who will sneak you out of school just to go get you some McDonald's or go to the movie theaters Miles loves her she's the best she was kidnapped by and scientist who found out miles is identity and she was accidentally bitten by a Spider that gave her the strength like a spider she has tiny fangs not poisonous but they're sharp enough that she could literally just bite through your flesh she was really confused on why she had felt different and why her Godson was dressed as Spiderman that's how she found out about his secret she was freaking out bad Miles explained everything to her the best he could but she was freaking out everything was

Miles: Yaknow I could stay home from school and help you with your powers?

Y/n: Boy if you don't get your ass to school!

Miles: Y-yes ma'am.

You used do gymnastics and ballet when you were a kid and also you were a dancer so being flexible wasn't an issue it was swinging from the freaking walls in the air was the issue! After school Miles checked up on you and you were stunk in your own webs he thought it was hilarious until you hissed at him the set you free.

Three mouths and you got the hang of your new found abilities but you did not know the whole entire time miles was helping you he was also failing school Rio called you when she was said that she found out that Miles was skipping his classes all six, you were annoyed that he did not tell you that he needed help because you easily could have just took over and helped him while he focus on his school.

Later you meet Gwen Stacy, Miles friend who invites you both to this Spider society thing where all the best spider people there than you are introduced to Peter b Parker and his cute daughter Mayday than there was Miguel O'Hara who you quickly started to dislike because of how he thought you and Miles weren't good enough to join his little club which pissed you off making you cuss at him in spanish yeah you two started hated each other he was attractive but there is no way you're going to let him talk down and you or Miles! So yeah y'all hate each other for now.

This is all I can think of until I get to see the movie myself gonna keep making new ideas for her outfit tho if y'all have any ideas please help a bitch out

#across the spiderverse #peter b parker #miguel o'hara x reader #gwen stacy #black reader #black reader insert #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman 2099 #miles morales #spider man x reader #spidey #spider man across the spider verse #spider man fanfiction #spider man miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie brown #mayday parker #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman art #spiderman fanart #spiderman fandom #spiderman fanfiction #black y/n #spiderman into the verse #spiderman insomniac #spiderman india #spiderman incorrect quotes

[jjsmaybank20]

Watching You

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: your sons want to be just like you, so they copy your mannerisms as best they can.

Warnings: all fluffy family shit

Word Count: 1.4k

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You had just picked Tommy up from school, McDonald’s Happy Meals in the car ready for him. Billy was home sick with Wanda, so you were in charge of picking Tommy up. You buckled him in and got back in the driver's seat, chatting idly about his day with him as you drove him home. 

You watched the 7-year-old scarf down his nuggets, knowing that he couldn’t have the toy till they were gone. You glance forward and a traffic light that had been green turned straight to red. You hit the brakes, making everything in the car pitch forward. You mumble curses under your breath, hoping that your son can’t hear you.

Tommy’s fries go flying towards the front, and his drink tips over into his lap. He looks down at his now soaking wet pants and says, “Shit!” You look at him, surprised and concerned, but he just grins right back at you. The light turns green again and you continue driving, still worried about where your son had learned that word.

“Hey, buddy. Where’d you learn to talk like that?” Tommy just smiles at you before saying, “I’ve been watching you, mama! I wanna be just like you. I’m gonna eat all my food, and grow as tall as you are. We both have Yankees baseball caps, and- and Lakers jerseys! We're just alike. I wanna do everything you do.” 

You tear up slightly as you pull into the driveway of your house. “Yeah, buddy. We’re just alike. Now run inside and go check on your brother.” He nods and runs towards the front door, leaving you standing by the car, thinking over your life choices.

Wanda comes out and sees you with a slightly pained expression on your face. “What's up, babe?” You shake your head and pull your wife into a hug. “It’s just… Tommy said he wants to be just like me in the car. He also said shit, which he apparently learned from me. I’ve done so many awful things in my life, and I don’t want him to turn out the same way I did. Please Wanda, help me help my stupid self.” 

She chuckles slightly, smiling up at you. “He said shit?” You groan and nod, looking up at the sky. “Yes! God, I need to stop cursing.” Wanda nods in agreement. Suddenly, your other son runs out the door and jumps into your arms. You let out a quiet ‘umph’, swinging him around as he giggles.

“Mama, mama! I feel so much better. Can we work on our project?” You hike him up in your arms, laughing at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, of course kiddo. Go grab the tools.” He drops from your hold and hits the ground running. You watch him take off before turning back to Wanda. She is looking at you with an indescribable look of love in her eyes. “You’re a wonderful influence on the boys, and the best mom and wife a woman could ask for. Now go build a treehouse with your son.”

You grin at her and you place a kiss on her lips before chasing after Billy. He had gone into the garage and brought out the toolbox that held all of the things you needed to put together the treehouse of his dreams. You make your way into the back yard, watching him get the drawing that he had made of what he wanted his fort to look like. You noticed that he had put on a baseball cap that you recognized, and as you came up behind him you asked, “Is that my hat?” 

You watch his eyes go wide and he practically rips it off and holds it out towards you, muttering apologies profusely. You watch him panic for a second before letting a smile spread across your face. You reach out and push the hat into his chest, saying, “Keep it. It suits you. Looks better on you anyway.” He frowns slightly, answering, “But I wanted to look like you.” You can’t help but think about how much he sounds like Tommy in the car, and you pull him into your arms.

“Have you and your brother been conspiring together again? Y’all are saying the same shi-,” Billy gives you a stern look, and you fix your language. “Stuff. Stuff. And yeah, we look exactly the same. Guess who you got your ruggedly handsome looks from?” Billy pretends to think about it for a second before answering, “Mommy.” You gasp in offense and Billy takes off running while you chase after him.

When you catch him, you tickle his sides until he relents and wheezes, “Okay, okay, fine, I got it from you, Mama!” You nod, feeling accomplished. “That’s what I thought. Now go clean up, your mom will come after me if you track dirt through the house.”

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Later that night, you sat yourself down between the two boys beds and turned on their Scooby-Doo night light that they had insisted you buy for them. It took you a couple of tries to get them to settle down, but you eventually tucked them both in. Almost immediately after the covers went over him, Tommy hopped out of bed much to your annoyance. 

That annoyance quickly melted away as he shyly handed you a paper that he had just pulled from his backpack, murmuring, “I made this for you, Mama.” You glance down at it, not knowing what to expect. As you read further and further down the page, you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. Tommy looks at you worriedly, thinking that he had done something wrong to make you cry.

“It’s okay, Mama! Why are you sad?” You shake your head and wipe your eyes. “I’m not sad, buddy. These are happy tears. I love you both so much.” You glance at the paper, having to look at the sky so that you don’t start crying again. “God, you guys are both growing up so fast.” 

Tommy wraps his little arms around you, and they are quickly joined by Billy’s. “You know, Mama, even when we’re big we’ll still know what to do, cause you taught us.” Tommy nods enthusiastically, adding, “You taught us to eat all our food so that we can grow as tall as you are, and if we work hard we can be just like you. When we’re all grown up, we’ll be able to do everything that you do.”

You give them a watery smile before sighing and concluding, “You two are already so much stronger than I’ll ever be. Your mom and I are so proud of you, and we are so lucky to have you as our kids.” You look at them lovingly before sitting them down on their individual beds and pushing their heads towards the pillows by their faces.

They giggle at you and you place kisses on their foreheads before turning their light out and exiting the room. As you make your way downstairs, you think over what your sons had told you. You find your wife in the kitchen making the two of you dinner. 

You wrap your arms around her from behind, and almost instantly, she melts into them. You stick your face in her neck and place feather-light kisses on it. Wanda sighs shakily, trying to stay focused on the food so that it doesn’t burn. You pull away slightly, before randomly saying, “You know, both boys want to be like me. How much do you wanna bet Billy will turn out like you?” Wanda laughs, and the sound makes your heart flutter and creates a giddy feeling in your stomach. She turns around in your arms and wraps her arms around your neck. “I don’t doubt it. Tommy definitely shares your personality more.” You chuckle and lean in to press a kiss to her lips.

She chases after you when you pull away, and you almost let her suck you back in, but then you smell a burning scent. You look behind her, seeing the food is burnt to a crisp. You move quickly to turn off the burner, and Wanda looks at the stove apprehensively. 

You glance at her before asking, “Pizza?” She nods and smiles at you before going to order it. As you watch her go, it hits you that you finally have the family that you had always wanted, and you had it with a woman that you love more than anything in the world.

You couldn’t be more grateful for such a wonderful family, and you would love them until the day that you die.

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[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

Anonymous: <p>I have this 18 year old preppy college roommate, and honestly, he’s a bit of an asshole. Always talking about how fit and perfect he looks, with his curly blond hairs and tall stature. Hell, he even like to tease the hispanic janitors in his college, lording over how tall and smart he is. You think you can teach him lesson? Perhaps make him into a fat, short, smelly Middle Aged Mexican dad? I’m sure that’ll change his perspective on life a bit.</p>

I agree with you. He should definitely become what he mocks to humble himself. And I believe everything you say we are going to make happen.

You’re room mate just want passing the janitor making fun of him. You came up to him right when he finished saying “I bet you’re so stupid you don’t even understand what I’m saying do you ! You dumb animal!” Abs the janitor was just smiling at him. He didn’t know what he saying. The janitor just arrived in the country a few months ago after fighting and putting everything on the line to be here with his family. He was the nicest man you’ve ever met and you’ve been working with him to learn English so he would be able to understand people but. You’re room mate walks away. You go up to the janitor and ask him in Spanish if he alright. The kind many simply explains that he could t be happier. People here are always so nice. He wasn’t expecting that. And there even that one guy that just walked away that always comes and talks to him. Making him feel welcome every day !! The janitors name was Rico. And you couldn’t be happier that his English wasn’t good. Because knowing what was truly being said would crush him. You get back to your room and your roommate is there doing some sits up. When you walk in he stops and says “making out with that stupid Mexican again? I swear you being so tolerant of them is making you weak! Hell you already speak to them !” You couldn’t take this ridiculous attitude anymore. And you tell him exactly what you think of him. You didn’t know why you expected but you didn’t expect him to launch himself at you. Punch you In the face and knock out a tooth. Right before you passed on the floor you could have sworn that you seen what would only be described as inhuman. Dark shadow. You felt the crushing weight on your hand and when you flinched it jumped back. And right before you passed out it was leaning over you. Horns long and sharp with deep red eyes. The door opened as your roommate walked out of the room and the shadows spirit darted out the door with him. Everything went dark.

You’re room was just sitting down to eat something at the restaurant right around the corner when his phone rang. His bros wasn’t going to be able to meet up for food anymore. They got stuck working on something for school and couldn’t make it. Your roommate just rolled his eyes. “Fucking figures. And now I’m stuck here !” He had already ordered food. It about to arrive and the mariachi band just started playing music for the couple a few booths down. He really hates Mexican food. As he look at the couple with hate in his eyes he didn’t even see the dark shadow glide across the floor. Attacking his own shadow. Destroying it. And replacing it. When his food came he only ate a few gates before he had to get the check. The food was too spicy. He knew he should have just went to McDonald’s from the get go. When he didn’t feel like his check was coming fast enough he just got up and walked out without paying. His new shadow mimicking every step he made.

When he got back to your dorm room he didn’t bene bother checking on you. Still passed out on the floor. He went to the bathroom and slammed the door. “Pathetic human!” He said under his breathe referring to you. He started his nightly skin care routine when he noticed something off. A dark hair sticking out of his face. Thick. Dark. Out of control. He plucked the hair and was surprised as joe strong the root of the hair was. He didn’t think it was going to come out. His stomach began to gurgle and he had the urge to vomit. Running to the toilet he began to heave. He knew he shouldn’t have had that Mexican food ! He sat d down on the side on the bathtub. Head in his hands looking at the floor waiting for the nausea to pass. That’s when he notified his shadow. Like there were horns coming out of his ? What is that. He looked up seen nothing there and then back down when he seen the horns on the shadow. Then it started ….

Started at his feet they began to cramp. Moving on their own as the tendons and bones broke and reshaped. Becoming smaller and much wider. Going from a 14 to a 11 ½ triple wide. Thick dark hair began to sprout on the tops of his feet and toes. He fell backwards into the tub his legs being in the airs as he seen the muscles begin to shake abs soon his calves began to inflate. Look like footballs were being stuffing is calf’s and his thighs followed suit. Soon thick dark hair was pushing out of his legs as well quickly covering them in a dark forest of foreign black hairs. Freaking out he tried to pull himself out of them tub and when doing so felt both of his hands breaks and reshape themselves. Forming thick fat fingers. Attached to wide calloused calms. While again. The same thick dark hairs covered his knuckles and the backs of his hands while then change travels upward to his forearms. Forcing muscle to expand out on his arms all over. He began to look like a man who spent all his time in the gym. The arms of his stripped hoodie began to get tight and he began to burn up as the hair piled onto his frame. He managed to get out of the tub. He needed his roommate to call for help. He was having some kind of allergic reaction to that Mexican food. When he stood up he was brought to his knees in front of the sink as his back gave out. Causing him to shrink going from 6’2” to 5’7”. Bracing himself on the floor he felt his should push out. Getting wide than ever before. Then he felt the weight. As his abs began to churn. Feeling as if his stomach was spinning in circles. Then when he managed to stand again he didn’t have tile to see his changes because he started feeling as if he was being pumped with sir. His sweater began to curve outward. He unzipped it frantically and he seen what could only be described as horror as he he seen his once toned stomach begin to push further and further from his frame. While his pecs puffed up more and sagged slightly looking like muscle tits on what was becoming a quickly rounding keg of a stomach. Tears were welling up In his eyes. He felt the dark hair traveling on up his completely formed keg and wasn’t long before he seen the dark hairs spread up the middle of his stomach. Then fan out. Connecting with the hair on his back. Coving just a full body sweeter as it wrapped up around his shoulders and across his chest. He looked in the mirror. Tears were rolling down his face when he could see his cheeks began to get fatter. A 5 o’clock shadow began to form which quickly turned into a beard so thick he couldn’t see his skin anymore. His beautiful blonde hair felt out making him bald save for the sides of his head where the hair turned her black. His nose broadened and stuck out a tightly and cubes while his cheek bones rose and set in place. The skin he could still see under all the body hairy began to dark. First a light sun kiss. Then quickly into a dark tan that you can’t get just by being in the sun. This tab was inherited. This tan was …..Hispanic. Your room at looked at himself in the mirror and screamed as he realized he was now an exact imagine of a middle aged Hispanic man. No one would ever thing he was a young fit jock looking like this. He didn’t even look American anymore !!!

He came stumbling out of the bathroom. You were beginning to stir awake. And he ran out the door before you could see him. Along the way sweat began to pour on his fattening form. All this added weight on his smaller hairier frame began to soak through his clothes with thick greedy Hispanic sweat. His thoughts raced as his mind changed making English a second language. He came to a corner and collapsed panicking. Crying in a deep baritone thay his body now had. Unable to stop the loud deep cries. That’s when the janitor came by. Abs just as if he was speaking English you understood him. “Hey big guy you play ?” You try to tell him what’s happened and he just looks at you puzzled. “Alright…. We’ll let’s try and get you some clothes.”

A week passed and you walk by and see that a new janitor has started working for the college. You talk to Rico and he tells you about the new man working there. “He’s just got here last week. Big ol fella. Crazy stories about being a young fit college student here but I’ve seen his phone. He has 10 kids at home. Maybe you can help him learn English ?” And as you approach the big bellies janitor you can’t help but see a horned shadow beneath him. The first that catches your attention about him in the smell of Bo. As if he hasn’t bathed in a while. The new janitor looks at you. As if he notices you and you can see the sadness in his eyes. And you ask “would you like to learn some English?” The man begins to cry as id you e offended him.

November 27th, 2021 6:20pm college hell

[mrchiipchrome]

I hate people who say ‘swearing doesn’t make you cooler it just makes you sound immature’ like bitch I don’t do it for you or to sound cool I do it bc I need to express myself in the way I fucking feel like. Do you expect me to say ‘holy moly I had a really bad lesson’??? Like ffs if I wanna tell my teacher that the lesson went like fucking shit then I should be able to without fucking criticism, I literally don’t even do it for anyone except myself so you can shut your fat ass up and keep failing everything you fucking piece of shit pick me ‘I’m so much better than everyone else because I don’t swear’ ass bitch. Like we’re not even friends so how can you fucking dare try to tell me what to do, unprovoked and unprompted, I don’t tell you to stop being so fucking stupid and yet you are, fucking no ass, no friends, no nothing ass person trying to make me be like her loser ass self like shut the fuck up and disappear not like you’d be missed by anyone you fucking worthless piece of human garbage. Instead of trying to tell me to check my language, try checking the door before you walk in the room you Oompa Loompa, 10000 kg, no sense of style, looking like you got dressed in the dark, paler than a fucking vampire, failure, no one likes you, no bitches, no future ass bitch. She honestly needs to check her superiority complex because she’s truly more pathetic than me trying to find a gf, I swear even if she was the last woman in the world not a single person would hit, looking like an iguana mixed with a trash can and lighter fluid, she looks like the melted version of wheelchair Barbie only if wheelchair Barbie was plus size Barbie, no eyebrows ass bitch, no eyelashes ass bitch, caca eyes ass bitch, shit stained face ass bitch, skid mark ass bitch, looking like her name is skidmore muncy, cankles having ass bitch. When I say that your standards would have to be in Dante’s 8th circle of hell to even look her way I am not fucking lying, her wannabe goody two shoes ass persona is so fucking annoying I swear it makes me want to rip my ears and eyes out the second I hear and see her, and don’t even get me started on her fucking voice that sounds like a giraffes shit hitting your head whilst someone plays an out of tune piano and drags their nails over a chalkboard. Her entire being is like a a cancerous cell, I swear that she’s a failed fucking abortion because there is genuinely no way anyone would willingly give birth to that creature, someone had to have a gun to her mothers head all throughout labour to keep her pushing bc that child would never be born otherwise. I swear I couldn’t be paid to be that annoying ass bitches friend, it would make me even more suicidal than just hearing her from afar would. And she pretends that she’s so good just because she listens to girl in red like fucking congratulations you’re like 90 fucking percent of lesbians, no one cares about your fucking ass music taste because you’re not important, the world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re listening to some stereotypical artist. I swear she’s like the hitler of the school, you always have to be so fucking politically correct when you’re even near her bc otherwise she’ll start her fucking crying again like shut the fuck up and get a personality. Literally the plain boiled chicken breast of the school, she doesn’t even realize that no one likes her, and that people are only remotely nice to her because they feel bad that she has the personality of a piece of coal, she’s more boring than the word boring. She’s a pimple on the day you take the school pictures, she’s an air bubble in your veins, she’s that fucking annoying ass hoe you never want to see but always do, she’s the paper McDonald’s toys, she’s a hole in the bottom of your shoe on a rainy day, she’s the ball that hits you in the face in PE, she’s everything i strive not to be both looks wise and personality wise because if I end up like her I would legit kill myself.

[hellfirecvnt]

I would love the idea of eddie x dustins big sister who is also a metalhead. They never met each other but everybody says that they would be perfect together. She plays in a band, wears band shirts, is absolutely crazy like him.

When they met, they fell in love immediately but nobody knows it. After a long time of dating, they find out that they love the same things in bed. She is very loud in real life but a sub in bed. Maybe a bit with chocking, slapping and dom!eddie. I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS!

Hello YES I love this! This is my first request so I'm about to put my whole mf pussy into this story. It's a LONG one. Very story driven here, so skip to the end for dom!eddie realness.

Where Have You

Been All My Life?

Eddie x fem!henderson/reader

Warning: Smut near the end (+18 minors DNI), dom!eddie, choking, hitting, name calling, maybe more?

[I take requests]

Friday afternoon, just before Spring Break, rolls around and the Hellfire Club gathers for their weekly campaign. Eddie, renowned freak and self-appointed Dungeon Master is the first to arrive at the drama room where they host the adventures.

"Hey, man. Dustin's on his way. He's having somebody drop his dice bag off, he forgot it at home again." Mike explains as he slides his school bag off his shoulder and slips into his seat.

"How many times has his mom had to do that, now?" Eddie laughs.

"Actually," Dustin appears in the doorway. "It was my sister this time." He jokes.

"You have a sister?" Eddie raises a brow, turning his attention to the curly-headed freshman.

"Yeah, I have a sister. Did you not know that?" Dustin turns to Mike. "Has he not met Y/N?" Mike shrugs, looking just as surprised.

"That's weird, you'd think of all people, they'd be like... Best friends." Mike looks at Eddie.

"Well don't lose your shit, kids. I'm sure I'll see her around eventually." Eddie laughs as he sets up his Dungeon Master's screen.

"It's not that, Eddie. It's just weird you two haven't met, is all. Considering how much you have in common." Dustin retrieves his dice bag and pours the plastic chunks onto the wooden table in a rain of small taps.

The rest of the club arrives and they have a thrilling campaign. Eddie's sadistically planned adventure has the club in a vice grip, leaving Eddie feeling pretty accomplished. After a final round of turns, they decide to wrap it up. The group wanders outside to their cars/rides.

"Wheeler, you got a ride home?" Eddie checks in.

"Yeah, man. See you guys after the break." Mike waves as he climbs into a car with Nancy who rolls her eyes, inconvenienced.

"What about you, Henderson?"

"My sister should be coming to get me soon." And with that, you pull into the parking lot. The Thing That Should Not Be is blasting so loudly through your stereo, it can be heard even with the windows up. Eddie's eyebrows raise in surprise as your vehicle draws near.

"In madness, you dwell!" You belt out the window playfully. You lower the volume on the radio, but the heavy music remains ambient around you. "Come on, Dusty. Mom's making something weird for dinner, so I gotta grab something from the McDonald's before we get home." You gesture back toward the direction of your house with your thumb.

Eddie stares at you in silence, stunned by the way your smile curls across your face. Dustin waves at Eddie and hops in the car. You notice the man staring and you offer a smile and a small wave. Eddie's lips part as if he's going to speak, but he stays silent, returning your wave with a goofy smile on his face.

You giggle before pulling away, blushing.

"Dustyyyy." You lean closer to your brother, a plotting tone in your voice. "What's his naaaame?"

"Depends. Am I getting McDonald's too?" He squints his eyes at you.

"Duh, idiot. Mom's making something with mushrooms in it. I only eat one kind of mushroom, Dusty." You joke. Dustin rolls his eyes recalling the time you took shrooms and stared at his hat collection for 45 straight minutes.

"His name is Eddie. He's the DM for Hellfire." Dustin is slightly eager to introduce you two. He never realized it, but the way you and Eddie act is almost identical.

Back at his trailer, Eddie finds himself borderline enamored. He can't escape the image of your Henderson curls bouncing to the music as you car-danced and sang along. The numerous bumper stickers covering the back of your Volkswagen Golf GTI you got as a graduation present last year. Every single one was a band he was obsessed with.

Neither of you slept very well that night. You toss and turn, wondering what he might have said if he wasn't dumbstruck. He huffs, and thinks about how he saw your cheeks start to blush before you drove away. One thing was for sure, Eddie was hanging out with Dustin tomorrow.

The next morning, you're wide awake the second you open your eyes. Downstairs, Dustin is already on the phone in the kitchen. You join your mom and help finish cooking breakfast.

"You are never up this early if you don't have to be." You overhear Dustin on the phone. "Yeah, dude. You should come over." You can't help but wonder, no, hope that it's Eddie.

"Who was that, Dusty Bun?" Your mother asks.

"It was my friend Eddie. I think he's gonna come hang out if that's okay." Dustin raises his eyebrows at you and smiles cheekily.

"Of course, honey." Your angelic mom smiles as the two of you carry the serving plates to the table. After breakfast, you slip off to your room to get dressed. You throw on a worn in Black Sabbath shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. You sigh, these were supposed to be the ones that didn't get ripped.

"Oh, shit." You curse aloud to yourself as you look at your calendar. Today is band practice, and you already canceled the last one. "Fuck it." You grab your jean jacket and head out the door.

"Woah, Y/N, where are you going?" Dustin calls. You look in his direction and see Eddie. He's already here. You bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to stay and meet him finally.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to hang out with you guys, but I didn't realize I had practice today! I'll be back in a couple of hours, 'kay?" You smile at the boys, making quick eye contact with Eddie. You slide into your car and start it up, Metallica playing loudly as soon as you pull off.

"What is she practicing?" Eddie asks, still watching your car drive away.

"She's in a band. She sings and plays bass, I think." Dustin replies casually. Eddie furrows his brows, wondering how he's never met you.

Hours pass and your car can be heard from around the corner due to the volume of your music. Eddie's pulse picks up as you walk through the doorway.

"4 PM, ladies. That's a new record." You announce. "Dustin, where's mom?" No reply. "Dustin?" You peek your head into his room, nothing. "Eddie, did they just leave you here by yourself?" You laugh.

A few seconds before you arrived: Your mother left for her bookclub not long after you left. Dustin and Eddie sat designing new characters for the next campaign when Dustin hears the dull beats of your radio.

"Eddie, I gotta do something." Dustin announces before bolting out the door and running to, presumably, Lucas' house.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Eddie yells as Dustin makes distance between them. That's when he hears your car door close.

"Huh. What a wingman." You mumble.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm Y/N." You extend a hand.

"I know. I'm Eddie." He gives a downturn smile.

"I know." You tease.

"How was practice?" He asks, finally releasing the hand neither of you realized be was still holding after the handshake.

"It was good, really good. You should come see us sometime." You try your best to remain composed, but his big, brown eyes swallow you whole.

"Only if you'll come see us sometime." He smirks, handing you a very well done homemade sticker that reads Corroded Coffin.

"Holy shit, did you make this? This is so fucking cool." You examine the clean lines, it almost looks professionally printed. Eddie blushes at your praise.

"Courtesy of the Hawkins High art room that I stole the supplies from." He jokes, but also he's not joking.

"Oh my God, the art room." Your eyes widen as memory takes over. "I took three tabs of acid one time and spent the entire day there, I don't know how nobody caught me. I rode the bus home because I didn't stop tripping until 3 AM the next day."

Eddie's eyes widened and his brows furrowed, in shock and awe. He knew you were beautiful and had a lot in common with him, but it's starting to get scary now. The two of you venture to your room where you exchange crazy stories and he rummages through your music, judging you harshly on your extensive Blondie collection.

"I'm fuckin' sorry, are you telling me Call Me isn't a fuckin' jam?" You question him before slamming the tape into the cassette radio. The song blares through the speakers and Eddie has to admit, it's a catchy song considering it wasn't his style.

He's all but got literal hearts in his eyes as you belt the chorus, skillfully harmonizing with the radio.

"Y/N," he interrupts your jam session.

"What's up?" You grin, turning the volume down so you can hear him.

"How have we never met?"

"I dunno. I've been wondering the same thing." You giggle. "I've never met someone I had so much in common with."

"Do you smoke?" He looks at you before reaching behind his ear and exposing a joint that was concealed by his curly, dark hair.

"Eddie, damn." You laugh before doing the same thing. No wonder neither of you could smell the joints on each other, you're nose-blind potheads. He shakes his head, it's all he can do at this point.

The two of you step outside and continue sharing crazy stories while you smoke. Switching joints every so often. Some stories are about bar fights at shows you've played, some are about trying special k for the first time and thinking you met God.

Minutes quickly turn to hours, and still, no one's home. Stoned and hungry, the two of you adventure inside for snacks. You both carry an assortment of munchies to your room, laughing. You drop your handfuls at the same time, falling backward on the bed.

Your arm grazes his arm, and you both freeze. Eddie turns his head to look at you and you meet his gaze. He's closer than you thought, and you're caught off guard by his handsome face so close to yours. You feel your cheeks getting hot.

Silently, Eddie shifts on his side and places a warm hand on your face, cupping your jaw. His eyes flicker down to your lips a few times as he inches closer. You instinctively meet him halfway, colliding your soft lips into his.

He releases a small, breathy moan as he deepens the kiss. His hands nearly shake as he fights the urge to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here on your bed. He knows you'd let him. He knows you're wet just from his fingers pressing into the back of your head as he kisses you harder, but he needs this to be different. He doesn't want you to think all he cares about is sex.

He pulls away and examines your bright pink face. You look so cute to him as he holds you impossibly close to him.

"Eddie, I-" you start, unsure of what you even wanted to say.

"You gotta let me take you out. Please." He smiles.

"I don't know. I mean, of course, I want to. I just don't want to make things weird for Dusty."

"Well, I think Dusty will be fine. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him." Eddie bores his face into your neck, leaving small kisses. You gasp at his gentle touch, though you silently yearn for more from him. You don't want to risk being "too easy" even though you know that's a made-up construct.

For the rest of Spring Break, you and Eddie spend every day together. Smoking in his van or at his house. You even attended one of Corroded Coffin's practice sessions. It truly doesn't take either of you long before you're telling yourselves you're in love.

Months pass, and every Hellfire Meeting is full of the entire club wondering why Eddie "hasn't asked you out yet." Eddie wants to tell you about Dustin not giving a shit if you date, but he's too turned on by sneaking around to be with you. It feels scandalous.

One Friday afternoon during Hellfire, Lucas had to bail for a basketball game. Eddie wasted no time before calling you. You happily obliged, having played the game a few times with Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will years ago.

You show up in a Metallica t-shirt and tattered jean shorts. Eddie's heart beats out of his chest as he checks you out.

"Thanks for filling in, Y/N. This is the final battle!" Dustin beams, hopeful.

"Let's just hope Y/N's little half-elf has what it takes to defeat Vecna." Eddie teases, flashing you a wink no one else notices.

The campaign is vicious and HARD. It comes down to just you and Dustin. You are loud, in character, and fully ready to flip the table if the D20 lets you down one more fucking time. Dustin rolls and hits Vecna but barely does any damage. You're both surely dead in the next round if you don't roll higher than a 12.

You dramatically shake the dice in your hands before releasing the hunk of plastic, watching as it dances across the board. It spins in place for a moment before landing on 20. Critical hit. Vecna is dead.

You and Dustin leap from your chairs, celebrating louder than everyone else, in true Henderson fashion. You double high five your little brother and you both flip Eddie off in unison. You tussle Dustin's curls before gathering your game notes.

"Let's get going, kiddo. Mom's making mac and cheese tonight and I fuck with that." You're baked and have been thinking about the mac and cheese the entire time.

"Actually, Henderson's catching a ride with Wheeler." Eddie says.

"I am?" Dustin raises his brow.

"He is?" Mike does the same. Eddie glares at both of them, saying absolutely nothing.

"I am," Dustin confirms.

"He is," Mike repeats. The two boys leave with the rest of the club, you and Eddie remain in the drama room.

"You're sexy when you murder cult leaders." He mumbles into your ear playfully. Something about Eddie, even after all this time, makes you unable to keep your cool, confident composure. He makes you stutter and stumble, especially when he's whispering how sexy you are in your ear.

"You're always calling me sexy, pretty, beautiful," you sit on the now empty DnD table. "But I-I don't think you've proven it yet." Your words come out shakier than you plan, and it makes Eddie hard watching you try to keep your cool while asking him to fuck you.

"You want me to prove it to you, doll?" He inserts himself between your legs, standing in front of the table you sit on. "You want me to take you? Right here?" You swallow the knot in your throat, face ablaze with blush. You nod, meeting his gaze.

"Please," you whisper.

"You have to do everything I say." He places a firm hand on your throat. "You gonna listen? Be a good girl for me?" His words send waves down your body, pooling between your legs in your lace panties.

"Yes, yes sir," you gasp, overwhelmed with the reality of finally getting to fuck Eddie. You had no idea he'd be into the same things as you. All your fantasies consisted of him telling you what to do, how to do it, and when to cum.

"Sir? Look at you." He purrs, tightening his grip around your neck. "You're just a little submissive slut, aren't you?" He releases your neck and slips his thumb between your lips. He towers over your frame on the table. Your eyes meet his as you seductively look up, hollowing your cheeks around his thumb.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N." He growls. You remove his thumb from your mouth with a pop and bite your lip.

"Please, please fuck me, Eddie." You whimper.

"Seriously? Already begging after I've barely touched you? So fucking desperate." He teases. His hands wander up and down your sides, grabbing your ass when they come down to your hips. He pulls you into a deep, sloppy kiss. Your heads move in sync against each other passionately.

Eddie slips a hand under your Metallica T-shirt and cups your breast through your thin, lace bra. You moan against his lips as his fingers find and pinch your hard nipples. His free hand is tucked into your waist band, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You buck and grind your pussy against his bulge, desperate for any kind of friction from him.

"God, look at you fucking squirm." He laughs. "I need to ask you something, Y/N." You look up at him, waiting for his question.

"Yes?" A quiet mumble leaves your lips.

"Do you need me to hold back? Because I've been thinking about this since I met you, and if I start, I don't know if I can stop." His breathing is heavy, almost like he's becoming desperate.

"Don't hold back, Eddie. I want it." You breathe. With that, he exhales heavily as his dark brown eyes somehow grow darker. He slams you back on the table, careful not to slam your head against it. Eddie grabs your hips and pulls them to the edge of the table, kicking his throne to the side, out of his way.

He easily slips your skimpy shorts off, exposing your black lace g-string. The skin between your legs glistens with wetness, just from Eddie's filthy words. His hands slide under your shirt swiftly, shedding it from your body and tossing it with the shorts.

"Oh, you knew you were getting fucked tonight, huh?" He asks, examining your matching lingerie. "That's why you were so excited tonight, wasn't it. Just fantasizing about taking my cock?" His voice is low and deep, vibrating in your chest when he gets close to your ear.

You can hardly breathe. His voice alone feels like enough to make you cum right here on the table. Suddenly, you feel a long, ring-clad finger pumping inside you. You could've finished the second he entered, you were so needy.

He thrusts his finger in and out, curling his finger tip when he's deepest inside you. He uses his thumb on the same hand to rub rhythmic circles around your throbbing clit.

"Oh my God, Eddie, please-" he plants rough slap across your face, cutting your words off.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll tell you when to beg." He snaps. You instantly feel yourself release the second his hand meets your cheek. A loud moan escapes your lips, but he doesn't stop fingering you. "I didn't say you could cum, did I?" He smiles wickedly.

With no warning, he adds a second finger inside you. You writhe and squirm as he scissors his fingers against your walls. Your moans start to sound more like cries as he builds you up all over again.

"Cum for me, again." He demands, steadying his pace.

"Eddie, I can't. I can't-" you gasp.

"Yes, you can, baby." He curls his fingers firmly against your walls, quickly sending you over the edge again. You let out a scream that he quickly muffles with his free hand. "Shhhh, we might not be all alone yet." As he says that, a group of basketball players can be heard passing the door.

Eddie feels you clench around his fingers as you listen to the sounds of the players fade down the hall. Your eyes are wide, hoping no one will open the door.

"It's so cute the way you tighten around my fingers," he chuckles. He removes his fingers and you gasp, finally able to catch your breath. You close your eyes, taking in the break of contact. Your relief doesn't last long as he slips his tongue up and down your clit, each stroke sending lightning down your spine.

"Oh my God, fuck yes!" You moan as you wrap your fingers in Eddie's frizzy curls, pushing him firmly against your cunt. He drags his tongue to the top of your clit, looking into your eyes as he traces shapes around your aching pussy. Your breathing becomes labored, and you begin to pull at his hair gently, begging him to stop before you cum yet again.

"Don't. Cum." Eddie growls before reconnecting his graceful tongue to your clit. He pumps a finger inside you as he looks into your eyes, eating you out. You fight back the sensation as hard as you can. Begging your body to do as he says despite his talented mouth doing wonders on your slit.

He continues for a while longer, and just before you lose it, he stops.

"Good girl," he moans in your ear. Wetness steadily pools between your legs, begging him to keep going and let you finish. But he doesn't, instead he grabs you by your neck, and pulls you off the table so you're standing in front of him.

He places a firm hand on your shoulder and forces you to your knees, keeping your eyes locked in his the whole time. He flicks his belt loose, and waits for you to do the rest, but you don't move quick enough. Another fiery slap meets the side of your face. You gasp, the pain sends jolts of electricity to your throbbing pussy.

You quickly unfasten and remove his pants and boxers, exposing his thick erection. You take his shaft in your hand, the size makes your hand look small in comparison. You stroke him slowly, watching him take sharp breaths through his teeth as you slide your thumb over his head.

"Put it in your mouth, baby. Show me whose holes these are." He tangles his hands in your curls and slams his cock down your throat the second you open your mouth. He fucks your face repeatedly, moaning as he feels himself pressed against your nose, forcing you to take as much of him as possible.

Tears fall down your face from choking on his hard dick, dragging your makeup down your cheeks. Eddie bites his lip as he watches your dark, mascara-stained tears flow down your face. He wipes one tear away softly before completely switching up. He grabs your hair, forcing your head as far as possible on his cock. Then, he plugs your nose, successfully cutting off all your oxygen.

At first you try to stay calm, try to be a good girl. But you're already out of breath to begin with, so you start to fight and choke and gasp for air around his shaft. He releases a breathy laugh and lets go of your nose, still keeping your head firmly against him and his cock filling your throat.

You breathe heavily through your nose as he bobs your head manually in his dick. His moans become louder and more frequent, until he tears you away from his shaft and stands you back up.

"Turn around." He commands, turning you by himself anyways. He bends you over the table and spreads your legs with his hands. "Tell me to stop right now, if you want. Otherwise, I don't think I'll hear you." Eddie is consumed with desire, melting into you as he aligns his cock with your dripping entrance.

"Please fuck me, Eddie." You whimper and that's all it takes for him to slam into you, full force, full length. His thrusts are fast and hard, his hands grip at your hips desperately as he fucks you like he's fantasized about for months.

"Fuck," his voice sounds feral and angry. "You're so fucking tight, you fucking slut." He grabs the hair on the back of your head and yanks your head up. A large mirror meant for a Snow White play reflected the image of Eddie taking you from behind.

You watched closely, taking in every drop of sweat falling from his brow as he uses your tight hole. Loud, careless moans fall from your lips until you hear a voice outside the door.

"Did you guys hear that?" A mystery voice asks. You clench again, anxious about being caught. Eddie releases an ungodly low growl as you tighten around him, sucking him in.

"Better be quiet, doll face." He teases before quickening his pace, taking full advantage of your anxious, clenched state.

"I think it came from the drama room." Another voice says, and you clench harder, panic building in you right next to pleasure. You hear the door knob jiggle, and Eddie nearly has to pull out of you to stop himself from cumming. The door clicks, it's locked. And the curious people on the other side seem to wander off.

Relief washes over you as Eddie pulls his twitching length from your pussy. He stands you up again, turning you to face him and lifting you on the table. He quickly positions himself and slips back inside you. He rubs your clit as he thrusts in and out of you. Eliciting breathy sobs as you beg him to finish.

You lean back, propped up on your elbows, watching him slip in and out of you. You throw your head back, moaning as he gradually picks up his pace.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. I'm gonna..." Before he can finish his sentence, he pulls out and cums thick, white ropes all over your sore pussy. Sweet moans escape your lips as his finger continues to rub your cum covered clit, riding out your last high.

Eddie collapses in his throne, breathing heavily. He marvels at you, drinking in the sight of your completely naked body fucked senseless. He slides his boxer and jeans back up, fastening his belt last.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie's voice has returned to its sweet note.

"I'm good." You mumble, half lying. Your legs twitch and jerk uncontrollably as you're still waiting for your body to relax. Eddie plants several small kisses up your body, finishing with one last one on your lips.

"I'll be right back." Eddie disappears for a few moments and returns with one of his flannel shirts. He uses it to clean you up the best he can. Then, he helps you get dressed.

"Thank you, Eddie." You smile sweetly at him, melting his heart inside his chest. You look so sweet and innocent, he almost feels guilty for the way he fucked you until he remembered the way you snapped into submission like it's all you ever wanted to do.

Once you regain feeling in your legs, you exit the school together.

"Let me take you back to my place tonight." Eddie's soft voice is all it takes to convince you. You nod, grab your keys from your car, lock it, and hop into Eddie's van.

"Can we go by Burger King? I'm really fucking hungry after all that." You ask, blushing as you remember the faces Eddie makes as he's about to cum.

"Of course, doll. Anything you want." Eddie smiles, gripping your thigh in his hand as he drives.

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[blackbat05]

Slow and Steady

Single Dad!Rick Flag x Doctor!Reader

Plot: Managing two rambunctious kids with one in the hospital can drive a dad nuts. Thankfully, there are upsides being in the hospital.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: The amount of braincells shows. Almost had a brain fart halfway through💀Really appreciate the feedback and reblogs! Why is the gif wacky or is it on my end.

“Daddd!!!” Robert Flag or Robbie, as he’s affectionately known as groans on the hospital bed. “I swear I’m fine!” The younger of the two by three minutes immediately has the sense to shut his mouth at the sight of his father’s arched eyebrow at his choice of words.

“Sorry buddy, no arguments on this one.” Rick fluffs the pillows on the spare bed. “If it’s any consolation, your brother will be here after school.”

Robbie pouts but doesn’t argue any further. As long as Evan was with him, Robbie did not need anything else. Rick takes a sigh of relief, grateful that he did not need to perform damage control on his six year old. Before he can sit on the bed, the door slides open.

“Dr L/N!” Robbie greets you cheerfully for someone who received a concussion and a fractured hip bone at a kid’s soccer game. You smile at the lively kid, excited to see someone else other than his dad who immediately sits upright.

“Hello Robert, hello Rick.” You walk over to check Robbie’s vitals and made sure everything was in order. Satisfied, you turned to address Rick. “He’s alright. Everything seems to be healing well and we may even discharge him in about two to three days.”

You thought the good news would bring some solace to Rick but maybe he wasn’t a man of many expressions as he simply nods his head, coughing out a thanks. Then again, it wasn’t easy being in his shoes.

Before the silence could drag out any longer, the door bursts open and a little tornado bursts into the room, tackling his younger brother much to your amusement.

“Hey bud, let’s take it easy on your brother okay?” A gruff voice comes from behind. “How you doing champ?” Robert DuBois walks in with two big paper bags from McDonalds.

“Fine! Like I told Dad for the hundredth time.” Little Robert emphasizes causing the adults to break into chuckles. Even Rick had cracked a smile. “I’m hungry, can I please eat Dad? Pleaseeee?” He drags out the last syllable and you wonder how Rick had the strength to not spoil this adorable kid. Parenting was certainly a wonder.

“Alright,” Rick gives in and the children cheer. “But no eating contests! I don’t want the Nurse telling me that she has to clean up after your mess Robert Quinn Flag.” He warns the younger of the two, trying to ignore Evan’s snickers.

“Don’t worry mate, I got it. Now why don’t you take a break! You look like you haven’t showered for ages.” Rick’s good friend steps in. You could have sworn the bigger Robert giving you a cheeky glance before turning his attention back to his friend.

“What about you Dr L/N? Are you busy?”

“Oh. Well, Robbie here was my last patient for the day. Thought I could see how he was doing before I say goodbye.” You replied, knowing that half of it was the truth. DuBois grin became wider and Rick smelled something brewing far away. As much he was his friend and partner on the field, Rick wanted to wipe the grin off his face.

“Good of you. Robbie, you feeling alright?” He looks at the boy who was named after him and was proceeding to make an assault on the fries. Robbie nods. “Uh huh, I’m -eachy.”

DuBois smiles, looking satisfied. “Great! Then you can have dinner with my friend here while I spend time with my godsons!” Rick’s head snaps towards his friend, mouthing a couple of words that you couldn’t make out.

“Yeah, sure! I would love too if Rick doesn’t mind.” You were casual but secretly hoping that you did not come off as desperate.

You see, when you had just transferred to Midway City Hospital, Robbie was one of your first patients. Despite his injuries that were borderline severe for a six year old, Robbie was lively as ever and may had a hand in getting you and Rick to talk to each other.

“Dr L/N!”

“Hello, Robbie. How are you feeling?”

“It still hurts, but it doesn’t hurt as much.” Robbie shrugs. The door slides open to reveal a strapping man whom you assumed to be Robbie’s father. Dressed in a black t-shirt, you could not help but to notice how it enhanced his physique. The moment he sees you, he attempts to sweep his blonde hair to one side, making himself presentable. Before he can say anything, his son beats him to it.

“My dad thinks you’re really pretty Dr L/N. I told him so but he didn’t believe me.” Robbie pouts, unaware that he had exposed Rick who turns beet red. Robbie doesn’t notice this and pushes on with his purpose. “He does! He wants to eat with you but he’s too scared to say anything.”

You were shocked at the brutal honesty of the kid, not knowing what to say yourself. Trying to be the professional medical personnel that you were trained to be, you made light of the situation.

“Aren’t you the big mouth huh? I suppose that means you are getting better! Now let’s check the machine ok?”

Bringing yourself back to present day, Rick coughs and looks at you, as if seeking for permission. You give a small nod. No ethical boundaries that you know of now that Robbie’s about to be discharged.

“I’m wrapping up in fifteen minutes if you can wait for me.”

And that’s how you find yourself almost running back to the counter to offload the equipment and belongings much to all the nurses’ and doctors’ amusement.

“Hot military single dad finally asked you out?” You turn to see Ingrid, one of the nurses chewing on gum with a cheeky glint in her eye. She was also one of your closest friends in the hospital. “About damn time.”

“Ingrid, it’s just a meal.” You blushed, not bothering to address the knowing look on her face with regards to your growing crush on the man. “I gotta go! Bye!” You dashed out almost as quick as you dashed in, leaving Ingrid chuckling at your eagerness to get to your “meal”.

***

You sliced the fish, placing it into your mouth to keep it occupied. Apart from meeting a cleanly shaven Rick at the first floor of the hospital, not a word was said between the two of you. Until now.

“Robbie will miss you. He always tells me how you took such good care of him.” Rick breaks the silence and you smile. “Well, Robbie is a pleasant boy. I’m just glad he’s better.”

Rick nods and you rack your brain for another conversation topic before the wave of silence hits again.

“So when can I-”

“Can I see you-”

You both look at each other and burst into laughter. “Please Doctor, go ahead.” Rick tells you.

“Call me Y/N. And no, you go ahead.”

A steely look of determination flashes Rick’s eyes and he sits up straight. “I hope that I can see you again. On another date. I want to get to know you better outside of this hospital and when my kids and best friend aren’t trying to play matchmaker.” He narrows his eyes in the direction behind you, causing you to turn around to see a large figure and two smaller figures farting behind a concrete slab of wall.

“I’m kind of upset you know.”

Rick neck almost suffers from whiplash from that sentence and you see the Colonel taken aback. You weren’t that mean so you break into a small smile much to his confusion.

“I was preparing so hard to ask you the same thing but I guess you have a habit of beating others to it first.”

Rick pauses, processing your words before he breaks out into a smile of his own. “I guess Robert making me clean up was worth something.”

You laugh at the sudden comment, shaking your head. “I would still have said yes Rick.”

“I’ve seen men who look polish but are the dirtiest, uncouth shit bags ever. To their wives, their children.” You closed your eyes for a moment to fight away the memories you were unfortunately a witness to. “You are an amazing father and I’m glad you asked me.”

A wave of confidence takes over Rick. “So, I know a great place and if you’re free for dinner on Saturday?” He pauses as if thinking about something. “I’ll let you once I find someone to take care of my boys.”

“Already taken care of lad! You just have a great meal with the Doctor!” A loud yell comes across the lobby that attracts everyone’s attention much to Rick’s embarrassment.

You almost fall off your chair at the force of two little bodies rushing to hug you.

“Yay! Now you can take care of me now!” Robbie jumps up and down, completely ignoring his long process to recovery. But it was Evan that took the both of you aback.

“Now can we call her mom?”

Your mouth is left hanging and Rick quickly comes to your rescue. “Slow your horses, it’s just a meal buddy.”

“But you love her!”

“Ok.” Rick mutters under his breath. “I think it’s time for Uncle Robert to take the two of you back so I can continue talking with Dr- Ms Y/N over here.” He cranes his neck, giving a death stare at his old friend who doesn’t seem to be any rush to rescue him from his kids.

As you wave goodbye to the kids and Robert, you turn to Rick who was trying to compose himself. You reach out, holding your hands in his.

“Hey, their sweet kids but whatever it is, you don’t need to be pressured.”

You squeeze his hand as a form of reassurance.

“We do this slowly. Together.”

#rick flag x reader #colonel rick flag x reader #rick flag

[pepperonijem]

vii. a dream within a dream || all my love

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ." - A Dream Within a Dream; Edgar Allan Poe

Summary:  bucky barnes ocassionally lives out his dream of being a hallmark holiday movie protagonist. only on weekends. Pairing: Bucky Barnesx f!Reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 2.8k A/N: sorry for the random hiatus. it has been a very difficult last two weeks, with school, the passing of one of my favorite artists, and just general business of life... but here y'all goooo

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“Bucky,” Steve sighed in frustration. “You’ve missed the turn three times already. We’ve been circling this block for twenty minutes.”

“Steven, with all due respect, please shut up so I can see better.”

“I’ll shut up when you finally make the –” Steve was cut off by Bucky making a sharp left turn and he grabbed the handle above his window. “Oh my god, this isn’t Mario Kart, use your brakes.” 

“Well I made the turn didn’t I?” Bucky huffed at Steve as he readjusted his wheel. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too busy at this time of night. Bucky glanced over at Steve who let out a chortle of disbelief.

“I guess that’s true,” he admitted.

“So why was everyone being so weird earlier?” Bucky asked, referring to the weird shift in events that occurred when he stopped at Scott’s house.

The question seemed to catch Steve off guard as he let out a surprised cough. “Weird? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why Natasha seemed to be hauling your ass to the front door, and how Wanda suddenly got food poisoning less than half an hour after I called her,” Bucky said flatly, glancing over at Steve, who was staring outside of the window, pretending to be interested in the empty and clear night sky.

“Oh that? You know Wanda has IBS, she’s really sensitive about it,” Steve replied a little too quickly.

“Okay…” Bucky dragged out. He very well knew that Wanda did not have irritable bowel syndrome, having eaten many meals with her. 

Steve turned back around to face him. “Why did you only ask Natasha and Wanda to go with you?” he asked in return.

Now it was Bucky who was caught off guard. “Well, they’re uh… they’re the most entertaining people to roadtrip with.” The words left his mouth a little too quickly and Steve responded with an unconvinced nod.

“Oh, I’m sure Sam would be happy to hear that,” Steve teased. Bucky rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“What are you doing right now?” Bucky asked as he noticed Steve rummaging through the glove compartment of his car.

“Looking for snacks,” Steve replied, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.” As if on cue, Bucky’s own stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t really had the chance to eat all day, choosing to spend all of his time planning this surprise rather than making meals. He was slightly annoyed, but saw that they managed to make up for some time and had a bit of lee-way before they needed to be at the airport.

Without looking down, he reached down and handed his phone to Steve. “Look for a fast-food place and we can grab something to eat.” Steve hummed in response, unlocking Bucky’s phone.

“Uh, Bucky,” Steve announced, looking up from the phone with a hint of panic. “You have a lot of missed messages and calls from your roomie.”

“Shit,” Bucky cursed under his breath. At the next stoplight, he grabbed his phone back to check the messages, and sure enough, there was a slew of notifications all from you. 

neighbor 💩 (8:10 p.m.): jimothy where r u rn

neighbor💩  (8:10 p.m.): if you’re out can u pick up mcdonald’s pls, i’m craving chicken nuggets

neighbor💩  (8:13 p.m.): nvm, i think i actually want taco bell

neighbor💩  (8:15 p.m.): OR ACTUALLY, aren’t u hanging out with everyone tonight? Can u bring home some of the soup wanda makes? it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn

neighbor💩  (8:35 p.m.): Why is my dad calling and asking me where you are

neighbor💩  (8:37 p.m.): Why is Wanda saying you’re not at Scott’s house and that you and Steve are taking a roadtrip together

neighbor💩  (8:39 p.m.): if you are with Steve tell him to answer his phone before I find him and leave him stranded in the woods myself

(3) Missed calls from neighbor💩 8:40 p.m.

Neighbor 💩  (8:50 p.m.): James Barnes i swear to god… i can’t believe you didn’t tell me my dad’s coming in!!

Neighbor 💩  (8:51 p.m.): u better be driving safe… that’s precious cargo

Neighbor 💩  (8:52 p.m.): anyway i haven’t decided if i’m mad or happy that you planned this whole thing without telling me… find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

“By any chance,” Steve started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his own phone. “Is this supposed to be a surprise?”

“That’s correct,” Bucky confessed, setting his phone down as the light turned green once again. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, not anymore,” Steve said sheepishly. 

Bucky looked at him, eyes wide with panic. “You told her?” He asked loudly.

Steve raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know! You know I’m terrible with secrets,” he pouted. 

Bucky took a deep breath, calming himself down. “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s fine. It’s fine right?” 

Steve nodded back. “It’ll be fine,” he echoed. “At least we’re almost there.”

After a half an hour, the boys finally arrived at the airport.

They were greeted by the familiar figure waiting at the curb with an excited smile and a friendly wave. As Bucky pulled the car into a stop, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car to help his guest load into the car.

“Bucky!” your dad exclaimed as he pulled him into a warm hug that Bucky wasn’t really expecting. “Nice to see you.” He peeked over Bucky’s shoulder to see Steve waving to him from the passenger’s seat.

“Steve, is that you?” He asked with a cheerful smile as Steve nodded sheepishly. He too received a hug through the window, before entering the car himself.

As they headed home, the three boys in the car found themselves in pleasant conversation as they caught up on life.

“How’s your application going, Steve?” Your father asked from the back seat.

Steve hesitated, looking out the window as he finally answered. “I uh, I sent it in last month. Just waiting to hear back from them.”

As if noticing a shift in Steve’s demeanor, he switched his focus to the boy in the driver’s seat. “What about you, Bucky? What are your plans for next year?”

Just like Steve, Bucky hesitated before answering. “I think I’m going into education,” he exclaimed, as if the words surprised him as well.

“Oh education?” Your dad hummed thoughtfully. “Your dad always thought you would go into engineering or something science-y. What made you decide on education?” 

Bucky smiled as he replied. “A good talk with a good friend.” He didn’t miss the way Steve looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but decided not to mention it.

An hour later, Bucky pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He hadn’t even opened his door before the back seat passenger door was being swung open and he heard your voice ring in his ear.

“Dad!” you called, pulling him out of the car and into a warm embrace. As Steve and Bucky got out of the car you immediately latched on to both of them as well, surprising Bucky. Maybe hugging runs in the family? He thought.

“Bucky,” you said firmly, now pulling away from him. Your eyebrows were furrowed together and your eyes looked glassy and— were you mad?

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I thought it would be a cool surprise and I—” 

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked incredulously. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Now you had wrapped him into another hug, but Bucky let himself relax, relieved that you weren’t pissed off at him.

Before he could say anything else, you had already moved on to Steve, joking with him about how he sucks at keeping a secret, and inviting him to stay just a little bit longer before heading home. Steve nodded sheepishly, even after seeing the 11:57 p.m. blare at him from his phone screen as he checked the time. 

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself that it was weird for him to find your mix of emotions and giddy excitement so endearing. However, he found himself still leaning against the car, in awe that he managed to pull this surprise off. Part of him felt like the protagonist of a Hallmark Christmas movie, moving heaven and earth for the girl he lo– 

Bucky let out a cough, not letting himself finish the thought.

As he watched you drag Steve into the house, Bucky found himself alone with your dad who was still gathering the last of his things from the trunk.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” Bucky insisted as he grabbed one of the bags. 

Your dad thanked him as he shut the trunk, turning to face Bucky but making no effort to move toward the door of the house.

“Bucky,” he called, his voice much softer than it was at the airport. “I’m guessing she’s the ‘good friend?’” he pat Bucky on the shoulder as he nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

“Let me give you some advice, kiddo. Don’t think too much, life is so much better when you don’t.” With that, he also made his way inside, leaving Bucky alone in the icy chill of the night. 

What did he mean by that? Bucky thought. I think a healthy amount, no more and no less, in fact, if I wanted to stop thinking right now I could. See? I did it. For a whole 5 seconds I stopped thinking. Or maybe he—

“Penny for your thoughts?” Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You walked over to where he was leaning against the hood of the car, looking into the night sky. 

“I’m not really thinking about anything,” Bucky shook his head. “At least, nothing important.”

He looked down as you handed him a blanket. 

“Well if you’re gonna sit here and think about nothing important, you should at least stay warm,” He unraveled the blanket, placing one side around his shoulders and extending his arm as an invitation.

“Join me for a bit?” Bucky surprised himself as he asked the question, and had to resist the urge to tense up when you shifted closer and allowed him to wrap the other side of the blanket around your shoulder. 

Thankfully, the silence that followed was peaceful, and when you broke it with a quiet voice, he found himself leaning closer to hear you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“For what?” He asked, giving you a gentle nudge, inviting you to speak up.

“For everything,” you answered. “For every late night study session, for bringing me back tea and croissants when you go to the cafe, for bringing my dad here. I feel like you’ve done so much for me, and I’ve just been kind of… a parasite since the beginning.”

Bucky felt his heart lurch at your words. A parasite? How could you think of yourself that way?

Your father’s words echoed in his head once again. Stop thinking so much, he told himself.

So he turned to you, and told you exactly how he felt. “You’re not a parasite, you’re a catalyst.”

You scoffed out a laugh, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”

Bucky rubbed his arm, pretending to be in pain as you rolled your eyes at him. “It means,” he began. “That the moment you walked through that door, everything changed.”

“For the better, I hope,” you added.

“Well, for reference, I was finally invited to one of Tony’s exclusive karaoke parties. He said I’m a lot more fun these days. I even sang a song.”

You raised your eyebrow at him in curiosity. “Oh? What song?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell you, until you poked his side and he all but fell. “Dancing Queen by ABBA,” he admitted in embarrassment. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, I didn’t laugh,” you said with your lips pursed tightly together, trying hard to fight a chuckle. “What did you score?”

“100.”

“No way.” 

Bucky nodded sheepishly as you finally let out your laughter.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” you relented with a nod. “The Bucky I met in August would have vomited at the thought. I guess I may have rubbed off on you a little.”

“See? This is a symbiotic relationship.” Bucky chuckled, playfully punching your shoulder.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, pulling the blanket off yourself and turning to extend your hand to Bucky. “Now let’s head inside so we don’t freeze.”

A cozy meal and a few board games later, the clock read 4 a.m. and everyone was starting to lose it. Your dad had turned in two hours ago, after the first round of Monopoly ended with you claiming total domination and Steve and Bucky going bankrupt. After you begged your father to stay up, he promised he would only take a nap and that he’d be up by seven a.m. to get breakfast with you.

Still full of energy from the day’s excitement, you forced Steve and Bucky to stay up with you to play a round of Catan, only for you to be falling asleep halfway through it. 

“Steve,” Bucky groaned sleepily as he lazily dropped the dice out of his hands. “Make us more coffee–”

He was cut off by Steve slapping his hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” Bucky sat up and slapped his hand away. “She’s finally knocked out.”

Sure enough, your soft snores were coming from the couch as you lay there peacefully, giving Bucky and Steve time to finally escape. Steve got up first, trying his best to move silently.

“I’m gonna make a cup of coffee before I head out,” Steve whispered to Bucky who nodded.

As Steve headed to the kitchen, he tried to stand up carefully from his spot on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He didn’t make it very far before he heard you call out to Bucky.

“Stay?” your voice came out with the softest puff of air, and he wondered if he imagined it.

If Bucky had any more self control, he would have walked away.

But when you reached your hand out in search of his, how could he bring himself to leave?

So instead he knelt back down beside you and decided that once again, he would stop thinking and let himself be in the moment. And in that moment, he was well aware of how his heart hammered against his chest and how his lips were quirked into a smile. Have you always been cute, or was the lack of sleep finally getting to him? Chalking it up to his sleepy deliriousness, he allowed himself to be just a little reckless. 

He looked down at where your hand was still in his, and with his free hand reached up to brush a hair out of your face, his hand freezing when he felt your hand twitch in his. Your face grimaced just a little bit at the disturbance and he finally let out a breath when it settled back into a look of peace. 

“Sleep well,” he whispered out before giving your hand one final squeeze as he pulled away, taking note of how cold his hands suddenly felt. He balled his hand into a fist and quickly opened it again, aware of all the blood rushing back into his fingertips. 

As he stood to drape a blanket over your sleeping figure, he noticed Steve had returned from the kitchen.

“She’s out,” Bucky informed Steve who nodded back absent-mindedly, not quite looking at him. “Do you want a ride back to Scott’s?” 

“Hmm?” Steve hummed before finally turning to Bucky. “Oh, no it’s fine, it’s a short walk and the weather is nice tonight.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded back with a small smile. “The coffee woke me up.” 

Bucky relented and walked Steve to the door before finally making his way into his own bed. Against his better judgment, he found himself replaying the few minutes you sat outside with him, looking at the stars. 

He let out a sigh, reaching for the book that rested on his side table, Pride and Prejudice, untouched since the day he read it at the cafe. However, he did not grab the book itself, but rather the bookmark that kept his page – a pink envelope still sealed, addressed to him. 

Maybe one day I’ll open it, he thought to himself. But not today. 

And with that, Bucky slipped into a deep slumber. 

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

[limetameta]

I want to write a fanfic with the Joker absolutely having the funniest mental breakdown of his life and title it: Yes and

Like he just Yes ands his way into even worse levels of mental tear

Genre: comedy

Like he takes a bit too far and everyone is concerned because it appears he doesn't know how to exit the bit

The bit is that he's Bruce Wayne's newest secretary and it just so happens that this whole yes and thing starts becoming a problem when he picks up Tim Drake from school. Tim Drake who sees through the disguise. And is just like oh my god I need to call Bruce.

The way I'd write this would be that the readers are very afraid that smth might happen to Tim and that the Joker may be non violent towards the kid NOW but he might escalate with the yes ands

But near the end it turns out that this is a Batjokes established fic and the Joker is just genuinely distressed about being unable to stop being the secretary because the bit hasn't had its natural conclusion. Like he'll stop when he's had enough. But now he's driving out of Gotham with Tim and they stop to have McDonald's (Tim calls Bruce to check if it's okay, Bruce tries to do that we have food at home thing and the Joker just goes off on him like HE WONT DIE IF HE EATS OUT FOR ONCE) so like you kind of get that Batman isn't rushing to save Tim (he is but he also knows that Tim won't die or get hurt, he's actually more worried about why the Joker is having an episode he can only call self destructive)

Harley Quinn tries stopping the Joker.

He's like *stapler gun pointed at her, because that's what the secretaries wield duh* WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

HQ: MISTAH J THE FUCK??? WEVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU WHATS WRONG??? YOURE NOT OKAY

J: My name is Timmy (Tim Drake sips his McDonald's smoothie) and I am Bruce Wayne's secretary here to pick up his kid and I won't have anyone stopping me

HQ: oh my god pudding *pinches the bridge of her nose* This is all a bit, right?

Joker: OF course its a bit! But how do YOU know its a bit? *gestures to Tim and himself* I thought only the Kid and me were in on it

Tim: I'm in on it?

Joker, visibly distressed: You mean to say you aren't?? Did I just ruin the bit???

HQ: Nahhh Mistah J! The bit is still grand even if Tim here is in on it. Ain't that right Timmy Jr?

Tim: sure. *turns to the Joker* do you want me to call my dad to pick us up? Maybe you got lost driving me back home.

Joker: I am the best secretary Bruce Wayne has ever had, Mr Timmy Jr (Tim scowls), and I will not be dealing with such slander! *stomps his foot on the car* SLANDER! I am a professional. *a pause*

Tim and Harley staring

Joker, leaning back in his drivers seat: I don't know how to end the bit

Tim: We could have McDonalds again. Maybe bring a happy meal to Batman

Joker, wheezing: Oh that'd be funny. *laughter starts dying down* But not funny enough.

*they drive off, leaving Harley at the side of the road as she signals to Red and some other companions to give chase*

#batjokes #joker #batman #tim drake #harley quinn

[dewdropreader]

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I was tagged by @bebx and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for this “get to know the writer” tag! Thank you! 😊

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

I believe in 2012-2013? I was around 13-14 years old, so around then anyway (my first one doesn’t exist online anymore as far as I know so I can’t double check.) it was the usual middle school fandom girl era lol. First for my current account was February of 2022!

first character you wrote for:

It would have been Rin Matsuoka from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club! Specifically him and Nitori, they were one of my fave ships in that series!

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Basically anyone from the Loki series but especially Loki and Mobius and Sylvie, not necessarily in that order or all together but some combo of them 💚

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I haven’t written for OFMD but would really like to! I’ve had a lot of feels s2, no solid ideas yet but maybe something will spark some inspiration! Also Red White and Royal Blue! I haven’t gotten a chance to read the book yet but I watched the movie and got hooked and love those boys too 💕 so maybe one or both of them if the Loki series even temporarily gets it’s hooks out of me (with s2 though I’ve been as bad if not worse than before with my obsession so who knows lol)

And for within marvel the ship that got me into fanfic and got me to make this current ao3 account was Stucky so even though I only read for them and never wrote, they always have a place in my heart!

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Also just Loki atm! But who knows for the future.

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Mobius and any of the void Lokis as the best found family ever (Mobius and kid, Mobius and classic, Mobius and all of them my beloveds)

I haven’t written it recently but also wrote B-15 and Sylvie in a non romantic context and even though I think they’re also cute romantically I love them as a platonic pair and want to do more with them too! Similarly Sylvie and C-20, I wish they could have been friends if things had gone a bit differently 🥺

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Lokius and Sylkius! Haven’t written any pure Sylki but who knows (I just like Mobius too much to not include him atm)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Hurt/comfort, fluff, and hugs 😂 sounds about right to me! I like some pain and crying and working through stuff but need the hugs and comfort alongside it/after it for sure.

your current platform where you post your works

AO3 is the same as my name here!

I try to post my fics links on tumblr too but don’t always remember so ao3 is always best bet if you want to read my stuff!! 😍

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Right now I’m most heavily focused on a character study type fic cataloging different moments with Sylvie adapting to her McDonald’s life but specifically looking at her relationship with Jack, I think she would have such a great big sister vibe and they could learn a lot from each other 🥹

“Good job today, Sylvie,” Jack says, his lopsided smile clear even before Sylvie glances his way. He’s always got compliments and kindness at the ready, and he’s young and gentle enough that they’re always believable.

“Thanks, Jack,” she feels a smile curl onto her face. She still, even after knowing Loki and Mobius and B-15, feels like she doesn’t know how to have friends or family or any genuine connections at all. But Jack is the first in a long time to feel so real to her, to feel like a relationship she can stick with, with these new more permanent circumstances and her distance from the trauma of the TVA. She doesn’t remember what it’s like to be a sister, her memories of Thor long gone beyond the occasional glimmers in her dreams, let alone what being the older sister would be like, but this is what she suspects it is. A fierce protectiveness and gentle care, the ignoring of any silly flaws or naïveté because you just care about the person. That’s what she has for Jack, ever since he took her under his wing as an employee, she’s done the same for him as just a person.

“Mind if I stay here for a bit? My ma is going to be a few more minutes.”

Sylvie just smiles softly and scoots over on the wide hood of her truck, gesturing to the empty spot.

Jack nods rather sagely as he awkwardly hoists himself on to the hood of the truck, pushing himself up with his arms and then practically throwing himself on to it.

He pants softly as he adjusts to lay on his back a foot or two away from Sylvie, giving her another boyish grin. “Hey.”

“Very smooth, Jack,” Sylvie snorts.

“Your truck is huge! I’ve ridden in trucks before but yours is massive! I’m not sure how you even get up here, you’re shorter than me!” He laughs.

“My little secret, I guess,” Sylvie shrugs with a slight smile, returning her gaze to the inky sky, dotted with a trillion stars.

I’m excited to keep writing this, I’ve got some Lokius ideas in the works too but this one has been my focus for a few days!!

I’d love to see anyone do this that is interested but I’ll tag my usual group!!

@insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @lgwilt @mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @chaos-monkeyy @waterhorseyblues-ao3 @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows

#loki #lokius #Sylvie #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic questions #ao3 author #get to know me #fic wip

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

the holidays are always really fucking weird, i dont like many of them but specifically December is just- ew

Anyway ill just thro my mini pitty party real quick:

These song explains how I feel about christmas time *perfectly*

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas by mother mother (christmas playlist)

From heres basically a trauma dump about being in the hospital, but i typically talk about this in a tone more like "oh yea! i nearly died lmao"

When i was like, just turning 6 I had 💫pneumonia💫 & needed to go to the 💫hospital💫. So I spent like, 12/11-31/15 in the hospital. along the way i had these treats happen (not really in order, 💜=story from family member, ❤=i actually remember this)

💜being diagnosed by my sisters 16 yo boyfriend by looking at my gums, whereas medical staff took 4 days

❤Some mcdonalds, cool auntys banana bread, jello & making popin cookin sets w/ my older sister

💜a 5 day medically induced coma

lung surgery therefor cool fuckin scars on my back (WHICH I CANT FUCKING SHOW ANYONE CAUSE I WAS CURSED W/ TITS AND 2/3 ARE UNDER MY BRA)

💜waking up from said coma periodically only to say "im scared" w/ my mom trying to comfort me but i had ear shit going on

💜Finnaly actually woke up, yelled "IM DEAD", which is reportadly the scariest shit my dad has ever heard, my mom asks if i hurt, i say yes, she like "ur not dead honey" again i was 6 & in & out of a coma 😂 (idk why but I've always found that story funny)

💜my parents being thretened w/ truancy by my dumbass school

❤Christmas, I had *2* mini christmas trees in my hospital room 💅 1 was cool but my cool uncle & aunty got me a pink 1 which I still have to this day as a lamp

💜only trusting 1 of my doctors cause he looked like my grandfather who'd been deceased for 2years at that point

❤💜going on walks around the kids floor in a wheelchair & stealing a little gingerbread beanie baby ornament but they didnt care so they just let me keep it & i still have it somehwere.

💜my mom met a lady who had a son who was a few months old & they didnt expect to live past a couple weeks but he *did* (more on that later)

💜had food in the cafeteria and i proceeded to rub the pizza i got *into my hair*. My response? "Its just cheese" my family and I quote that to this day lmao.

💜being reverted to a toddler for a good minute (someone asked my age i said i was 3, i was not) & needing to relearn walking, talking, the little bit of reading i knew & getting into a shower w/out being scared of being pulled down the drain

❤said dude who asked my age worked at the hospital cafeteria & we visited him after most of my appointments. miss u uncle (that was what he went by), wish u well. Dont know where he since covid cause the part of the building cafeteria was in was torn down.

❤and after all that later and i got releaced on new years eve :>

results:

From there forward i had a 20-30minute nebulizer to do every 4 hours (which my parents had to wake up at like 2am for a half hour for), 2 twice daily inhailers, 2 nasil sprays, "the tire" (tastes like shit and makes me feel anxious) (that isnt even all of it my mom counted 8 meds at one point) and i slowly dropped them year by year till they had me down to just rescue inhailer as needed & if my lungs r really shit for a min i go on the tire. (Tire=prednisolone but what 6 year old is remembering that name lol)

specialist appointments every week, then 2 weeks, then every month, 3 months, 6 months, now im at checkup every year and check in as needed

"Look whos inside again" by bo burnham is my life in a nutshell

To this day the smell of a consentrated area of hand sanatizer just has me stop in my tracks lol.

seeing a picture of tiny me on my parents facebook feed yearly of me unconscious in a hospital bed w/ tubes in mah face

couple of close friend i met post hospital (keep in mind i was like 7) didn't believe me so i ran around the playground cursing them the fuck out (never did get in trouble for that 😂) ((I still talk to 1 of them shes cool))

Idk where to put this but about that kid I was talking about before, I found out last year around this time he had just died- of 💫pneumonia💫. yea that fucked me up for a good minute, he was around 6 too which didn't help, I never even met the kid and I still had a weird form of survivors guilt.

Anyway have a merry fucking christmas i really dont get this holiday lol, treat yourself kindly, feel free to be the grinch you are and explain in detail why u hate the holidays u arent alone lol

#tw hospital #cw hospital #health #hospital #medicine #tw medication #tw medical #asthma #Asthmatic #Im a grinch #the grinch #fuck christmas #xmas #christmas #holidays #merry fucking christmas #good afternoon #vent #personal vent #tw vent #trauma dump #vent post

[theoddcatlady]

My Older Brother Paul

I didn’t even know I had an older brother until he showed up outside my school that afternoon.

It was two years ago, after school. I was a sophomore, my little sister Paige was a freshman. The original plan that day was hitching a ride to a friend’s house, where we’d probably team up and knock out our homework as quickly as possible.

That plan changed when we exited the building and someone called my name.

“Parker! Hey, Parker!”

My attention was immediately grabbed and I glanced around for anyone familiar. All I saw was a guy in his late twenties, leaning against a fancy car parked on the street. He smiled and waved me over.

“Parker, over here!”

Double checking to make sure there were no more Parkers in the immediate range, I decided to at least meander over. Paige was practically clinging to my backpack as we walked over, she was a little shy and I was expecting any second for this stranger to look away and find that other mystery Parker.

But he didn’t. He lit up and looked right into my eyes as we walked up to him.

“Wow. Parker. You’re gonna get taller than me, aren’t you?”

I frowned and made sure to take a side step in front of Paige, just to put myself between this stranger and my sister. “Can I help you?” I asked.

He looked a bit sad for a moment, before he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t remember me. You were only two and Paige here,” He stood on tiptoe to look at Paige, “She was just a lil baby.”

I must’ve looked super confused, because Paul reached for his wallet and pulled out a photograph. “I’m Paul. I’m your brother,” He said, handing me the photo.

It was so jarring. There was my mom and dad, I was standing in front of Dad with a big old smile on my little toddler face, Mom was holding Paige, and there was a boy standing between my parents, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with the same blond hair that both me and Paige had and a grin on his freckled face.

I’d never seen this photo before. But it was real and in my face and impossible to deny. I looked back up at Paul, who was back to smiling. His freckles had faded away with age, his teeth were straighter and whiter, but he still had the same goofy smile. And I could just about tell we had the same shape of our eyes, the same ears that stick out just a bit… the resemblance was uncanny.

Paul reached out and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “We have a lot to talk about. Come on, you like McDonald’s?”

Paige cleared her throat. “We should- we should probably just go home, mom and dad-”

“They’re gonna be at work until what, five? Six?” Paul glanced over my shoulder to look at my, well, our apprehensive little sister. “If they’re still the workaholics I remember, they’ll not be home for hours. We’ll only be a bit. I just wanna catch up. I’ll buy?”

I should’ve known better. So should’ve Paige. But even if we did, we still got into the backseat of Paul’s car, and he drove us to the McDonald’s a few blocks away.

Lunch that day had been pretty garbage, so getting a McDonald’s treat was more than welcome. Paige tried to decline, saying she wasn’t that hungry, but he ordered her an Oreo flurry and like magic her appetite came back.

As we sat in a booth, I stopped inhaling my burger for a moment to confront that elephant in the room.

“Why didn’t mom and dad ever tell us about you?”

Paul was not at all surprised by the question, but he answered with one of his own. “You’re a good kid, aren’t you? Always home on time, straight A’s, chores done without a single complaint?”

“I mean, I have a B in algebra-” I stopped myself before I nodded. “I guess so.”

Paul glanced over at Paige. “You too?” He said. Paige also nodded and Paul sighed, nodding with understanding. “Yeah, that’s about right. Nothing wrong with that, but I was a bit more… high maintenance.”

I pushed my fries away and leaned forward to listen. Paige, despite her apprehension, was looking with just as much interest as I was.

“I guess you can say I had issues? I mean, I was fourteen, but I was already getting myself into heaps of trouble.” Paul drummed his fingers on the table. “My grades were awful, got into fights at school, I’d sneak out at night… I mean, once I got out of there, I figured out I wasn’t like most kids. I couldn’t be parented like most kids. But one day Mom and Dad just… sent me away.”

Paige gasped quietly, her eyes going wide. “They sent you away? Where?” She asked.

“Tennessee, friend of dad lived down there. They took a weekend trip and dropped me off at the door with a suitcase and a note.” Paul shrugged. “I don’t blame them, I mean, I was a holy terror. But man, it does sting a bit that they never even mentioned me to you guys. I’m still family… or at least, I thought I was.”

A wave of sadness and disgust washed over me. Sad that I’d never gotten to know about Paul, disgust that our parents just gave up on him like that. Most fourteen year olds go through phases of being difficult, right? It sounded like he just needed some therapy, some freakin’ support, and our parents just made him someone else’s problem and erased him from our lives.

Paige finally lowered her defenses, reaching across the table and resting her hand on his. “I’m sorry, Paul,” She said.

Paul smiled, reaching across the table to ruffle her hair. “Not your fault. Not yours either, Parker. You were just babies, after all. But hey, I’m here now. Let’s make up for lost time. Don’t waste food, but if you want anything else, let me know. And feel free to ask me literally anything you want. I got nothing to hide.”

I didn’t want anything else, but Paige did get an order of chicken nuggets. We munched and got to know our older brother.

After Paul left the house he was dumped at, he had traveled all over the states. He ‘didn’t want to go home without showing he was worth something’, he said. He’s worked all sorts of jobs, waiter, mechanic, janitor, but it was his most recent job as a manager at a small store that he ran into his girlfriend… well, ‘girlfriend’.

“Do you guys know what a sugar mama is?”

Paige nearly choked as Paul handed us his phone, a picture of himself and a woman that was probably in her early sixties. Sure, she was pretty okay looking for her age, but damn, she was without a doubt older than our mother. “That’s Elaine,” He said, pointing at the woman. “Elaine lost her husband a few years before we met, lung cancer. She just wants some company, specifically, she wants cute company.” He poked himself on the cheek. “And I happen to be adorable.”

I couldn’t stop from laughing as I picked up the phone to get a better look. “Dude, our parents would kill you,” I said.

“Listen, in life, you’re up to your ears in debt until you die, you start off rich, or you marry into the good life. I mean, Elaine and I aren’t married,” He laughed at the thought of that, “But I can do whatever I want and she won’t care, long as I’m home every now and then and ready for some… snuggles,” He gave a pointed look at Paige, who scowled at the innuendo, but I just cracked up.

True to his word, Paul did get us home before our parents, but once we all got out of the car he tossed the keys to me.

“Registration’s in the glove box, she’s paid off and only got a few hundred miles on her. You have your driver’s license, right?”

I was too stunned to do anything but nod.

“Then you’re set. Think of it as the present for all the birthdays I missed. See you soon, guys.” With that, Paul just walked off in the direction of the nearest bus stop.

Course, our parents had quite a few questions when they came home and all of them revolved around the car in our driveway that was easily worth over fifty grand.

I just waited for them to get out all their questions at once before I looked at Paige, who crossed her arms and said what they needed to hear.

“Paul came to visit.”

Their faces were enough to confirm once and for all that Paul was our brother. Mom’s face went white and Dad staggered back, falling into his chair to probably avoid fainting.

Mom took a seat on the couch, taking several deep breaths. “He found us?” She asked.

“Found us?” I repeated, that earlier disgust starting to boil up into rage.

“We moved after…” My mom swallowed, “You’re all right? He didn’t hurt you?”

“Hurt us?!” I snapped. “Are you kidding me? Why- why did you never tell us about him!? He’s our brother!”

My dad cleared his throat. “Half brother, actually,” he stared at our mother, who just looked at her hands, “And you need to tell him to take the car back. When he comes back, give him back the damn car.”

I scoffed. “No way. You can’t afford to get me a car, if you want it gone I’ll just sell it and save the money for college,” I said. “Why didn’t you ever mention Paul?”

Mom’s head was bowed in shame. “Paige, Parker, Paul isn’t- Paul’s not right-”

I didn’t want to hear it. I just stormed out of the room, Paige right behind me. We’d heard all we needed to. Our parents abandoned a kid just because he ‘wasn’t good enough’. And Paul was actually not so bad now… least, we thought so, anyway.

Paul showed up again the next day, at school, not at home. This time he took us to his condo, which was just as nice as you’d expect from a man just giving away luxury cars. We had a Skype call with his ‘girlfriend’, and Elaine really was nice, if not a little eccentric.

“If you’re Paul’s family, you’re mine,” She laughed quietly, “So if you need anything, and I mean anything, just call me. I’ll help you however I can.”

After the call, we ordered pizza and just spent the whole afternoon chilling out, playing video games and just getting to know Paul. He was competitive but never a bad winner, just giving tips about how we could improve. He gifted Paige a brand new laptop, perfect for homework and for playing video games. ‘I’ll get you your own car when you get your license,’ He promised, ruffling her hair and then asking if what movie we wanted to watch.

When Paul dropped us off late that night, he didn’t come into the house, but he did wave at our parents waiting at our front porch. My mom just looked ready to die of embarrassment while my dad… I guess he looked so stern to hide any fear he had. We didn’t talk to them, we just went inside to do our homework.

It went like that for a few weeks. Mom and dad would tell us to stop hanging out with Paul, but since he was always outside school at the end of the day, we just hopped in his car and took off for another fun afternoon. Mini golf, arcades, wherever we wanted to go he’d just plug it into his GPS and we’d spend an afternoon having fun. We even spent a whole Saturday at Six Flags, Paul had us take an overpriced picture and put it in an even more overpriced frame as his souvenir. I got a t-shirt, Paige got a stuffed animal that was almost as big as she was.

Meanwhile, our parents were clearly upset, but we barely talked with them. I had resolved that I hated them both for cutting Paul out of our lives and I was going to do the same to them when I turned eighteen. God, the fact they moved after they left him to be someone else’s problem so he couldn’t find them? It pissed me off. Paige too, her theory was that Dad gave up on him so quick because ‘Paul’s not his kid’. It was so tense at home I wanted to spend even more time with Paul, just to escape all that.

One of the final things we did was go out to a movie. By then we were all best friends, Paul, Paige, and I. We had so many expensive gifts, so many fun memories, we weren’t even a little bit afraid of him. We’d all gotten all the snacks we could carry from the concession stand and settled in to our seats when a handful of popcorn smacked into the back of my head.

I turned around and internally groaned to see some unfortunately familiar faces. Paul glanced over to see the popcorn sticking out of my hair. “What the-” More popcorn flew through the air, followed by some pointed snickering and loud whispering.

“Ignore them,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose, “They’re just some jerks from school.”

Paul’s eyes widened. “You’re getting bullied?” He asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t call it that, especially since Evan is the principal’s son,” I glanced back at the group and glared at the middle one, who only proceeded to laugh and throw more popcorn, “But they mess with me sometimes. It’s fine, they’ll get bored sooner or later.” I’d gotten a thicker skin from this sort of thing, I was already one of the tallest of my class but I was also the quiet guy who didn’t stick up for himself, so I was an easy target.

Paul turned around and I swear it was the first time I saw that carefully placed mask on his face slip. The look in his eyes screamed murder. “Fuck off,” He growled at the group behind us.

Evan mockingly ‘ooh’d’. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” He asked, smirking like he knew he was untouchable.

Paul responded by getting up and starting to walk back the few rows where Evan and his goon squad were sitting. I don’t know what they saw, but I think Evan realized that Paul wasn’t just going to sit and take it like I was. He threw up his hands and repeatedly whispered apologies. Paul stopped at their row and leaned in close to the boys that looked ready to shit themselves.

He whispered something I didn’t hear, and I think Evan did actually piss his pants a little. Paul straightened up, I heard him mutter ‘enjoy the movie’, and then he returned to his seat. Back to being fun big brother Paul, just like that.

At least I wasn’t getting popcorn thrown at my head anymore, so I brushed aside any concerns I had.

That night when Paul dropped us off, he didn’t stick around long. He said he needed to call Elaine, she had left him a voicemail earlier about how much she ‘missed him’, and frankly that’s all I wanted to hear. Ew.

This time, my parents were waiting in the living room, together. They’d been going at it like cats and dogs for a week now, constantly having whispered arguments and I think my mom was sleeping on the couch.

“Your mother has something she wants to say,” Dad said. Mom just stared at her shoes for several painfully long moments before Dad added, “Or I’ll say it, and I won’t be as nice.”

Paige scowled. “What?”

“You need to know the truth about Paul… so please, sit down,” Mom said, her voice barely above a mutter.

I did take a seat across from them, but I probably looked as interested as I did during Algebra. “What?”

Mom looked like a woman defeated. “Like… like your father said, Paul is your half brother, but that’s not the whole story.” She swallowed before she sat up straight and finally told us that whole story.

“I met him at camp. I was a counselor. Your father and I were on a break,” She glared at him, while he just quietly scoffed, “After he’d cheated on me with his tutor at college. So I was bitter. I was alone. I was… empty. But Paul’s father, he was charming? Different, but charming. After camp that year, I realized I was pregnant. Paul’s father, we- we couldn’t be together, so I just went back to your father, and I let him think that Paul was his… until Paul was born, anyway. It was impossible to hide that.”

Dad shuddered. “You gave birth to a monster, Andrea.”

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Paige blurted out. “Just because he’s not yours-”

“I wasn’t. Being. Metaphorical.” Dad glowered at Mom, who seemed incredibly focused on the wall rather than any of us. “Tell them, Andrea.”

Mom’s eyes welled up. “… Paul… Paul was born a few weeks early, and he came so fast we didn’t even have time to pack up for the hospital. And when he did, he… he wasn’t right. I can’t even describe- it’s something you’d have to see to understand.”

“Paul looks fine to me,” I said.

“Because he wants you to see him like that,” Mom rubbed the back of her neck, “He can do that. Within minutes he looked like every newborn baby boy. I would’ve blamed it all on the pain and hysteria if your dad didn’t see it too. And sometimes, he’d look like… that, again, if it was only me in the room.”

Paige and I probably looked equally confused. “Mom, you’re not making any sense,” She said.

“I know,” Mom nodded before she looked at me. “The scar on your stomach, Parker. Shaped like a triangle. Is it still there?”

I hauled my shirt up to show it off. It had faded over the years, but it was still visible. “From the time I fell?” I said.

“That’s not how you got it.”

Mom shook. For the first time in weeks, I stopped being angry at her and was now genuinely worried. “Paul was- he was mostly like any other child until you two came along. He was a good boy. But he changed. He changed and I was afraid, terrified,to leave him alone with you. The one time I did… oh my god… I can’t, I can’t…” Mom broke down in tears, burying her face in her hands.

Dad finally interjected. “He was acting up beforehand, but your mom was taking a nap in the room over. I came home from work early and I found Paul in your room. You were just laying there, eyes glazed over, and he had his mouth on you.”

I nearly threw up. “What?” I had to have him repeat it.

“I thought he was just being a sicko and ripped him off, but it- Parker, you were bleeding real bad,” Dad shook his head, “You only started crying when his teeth were out of you.

I looked at the scar again. My head was swimming, I couldn’t breathe. “He bit me?” I asked.

“He was trying to eat you.”

When my dad started to shake, it was with pure rage.

“I nearly lost it. He wasn’t even sorry, Parker. He was just mad I interrupted his snack.”

Paige looked so white she looked ready to faint. “That doesn’t look like a bite mark,” She managed to get out.

“He bit him with his real mouth.” My dad managed to get himself back under control after a deep breath. “What you’ve all been seeing, it’s not really Paul. He’s not human, because his father wasn’t. I couldn’t let him be in the house anymore. I began doing research, and I found someone-”

“I thought you shipped him off to a friend,” I interrupted.

“Not exactly.” Dad finally looked a little ashamed. “I found out more about Paul, and what he could be. And I found someone who could handle him, teach him to get his hunger under control. But Paul ran away from there after a few months. We’d already moved, but I didn’t sleep through the night for years because I was afraid he’d be back to finish what he’d started.”

I leaned forward, trying to wrap my head around this. “How is he not human?” I shook my head. “This can’t be real.”

“It is real,” My mom sat back up, wiping away some of her tears, “I never wanted to give Paul up but- he would have killed one or both of you. We didn’t have a choice.”

After the room stopped swimming, I got up.

“I need to be alone.”

I went into my room and laid in bed for hours, just staring at the ceiling. I knew what I had to do, but I had to wait for everyone in the house to be fast asleep. Even Paige. Even if she was a part of this, I had to do this on my own.

My alarm clock read 12:13 when I finally got up. If my parents heard me start the car, they wouldn’t have been out of bed before I was zipping down the road towards Paul’s apartment. I probably broke the speed limit but I didn’t want to wait. If my parents were telling a lie that was that out there, I needed to let Paul know they’d freaking lost their minds.

Paul’s apartment lights were on, and by then I knew where he kept the spare key, so I let myself inside. It was quiet, but I figured he’d just drifted off to sleep on the couch while binging Netflix.

He wasn’t on the couch though. I walked through the apartment, trying to hear him snoring or something.

As I pressed further into the apartment, I didn’t hear snoring.

I heard this wet, squishy sound like someone was wading through knee deep molasses, and it only got louder as I headed for the spare bedroom. He’d used it for storage, he told us, so I never bothered to check it out. The door was cracked just an inch, and despite my better instincts, I pushed it open.

What I saw… god. What I saw. I still can’t believe it, even though it’s been years, I can’t believe it.

I barely recognized the two corpses hanging by their ankles from the ceiling. Both were stripped of their clothes, completely drained of blood and their torsos ripped open, their bodies empty except for some bits of flesh and bones. The third body was still twitching a bit, and still had some color in the face, but it still took a second for me to place him as Evan. I’d never seen Evan so… blank. There was nothing going on behind those empty eyes.

And the thing next to him… I don’t even want to describe it. It was humanoid, but barely so. It had two legs but only one arm, its gut stretched out so far it looked ready to topple over. Its skin was baggy and all mottled blue and green, and its arm was shrunken, curled in towards its body like a claw.

Its head was pressed up against Evan’s gut, teeth set into his skin as it continued to suck blood and whatever else fluids it could get. I saw its sharp tongue stab into his gut and Evan gasped before his eyes rolled back and shut. His body caved in like the monster was draining a capri sun, liquefied guts spilled into the creature’s mouth and some dripping down its chin. It finally pulled off when Evan was hollowed out.

It turned in my direction, his triangular mouth filled with rows and rows of spines that never seemed to end. Its tiny eyes blinked, and so did I… and then there was Paul, standing in front of me, looking entirely normal except for being soaked head to toe in blood.

“Parker?” He said, so softly, sounding so surprised. It jerked me out of my shock.

I slammed the door and ran for it. I barely got to the living room before the back of my shirt was grabbed, sending me flying onto my ass.

“Parker, dammit, wait a second!”

I looked up, expecting to see that thing instead of my brother. But it was Paul, out of breath and looking like a genuine serial killer.

“Christ, you know how hard it is to run just after you’ve had a big meal?”

I thought I was going to die. I wanted to beg for my life, remind him he was my brother, that he didn’t have to hurt me. But I didn’t have to say any of these things.

Paul crouched down next to me, brushing his red stained hand against my cheek. I flinched, something he didn’t miss judging by the hurt in his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you. But then there’s just so much more to explain, and I just… I just didn’t know where to start. I just wanted to say sorry for what I almost did to you as a kid, so I figured, why not give you something? Something to show I didn’t want to hurt you?”

I swallowed, telling my legs to crawl backwards and away from this blood soaked maniac but I couldn’t move. I was frozen. “What are you?” I asked.

“My father’s child. A son of Beleven.” Paul shook his head, tears welling up in the eyes that looked just like mine. “I’m so sorry, Parker. Back then I was so, so hungry, all of the time. And I just couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t. And those dickwads in there? The world’s better with a few bullies gone from it, and this way, I won’t lash out at someone else. Someone like you and Paige.”

I shook my head. “You killed them…” I glanced to that room, where three classmates were still hanging like meat in a freezer, “You just killed them.”

“I did,” Paul nodded and I think I saw what my father saw so many years ago, that apathy for human life. “I did, and I did it for you.”

I finally ran. I finally got my stupid legs moving and I fled that apartment, and Paul didn’t try to stop me.

When I got home, my parents were waiting for me on the front porch. I hadn’t brought my cellphone, stupid, I know. They thought I’d gotten myself killed.

I just hid in my room. I didn’t tell them that I was sorry. That they were right all along. I didn’t think I needed to.

Since then, my parents have divorced. I stay with Mom most of the time, Paige stays with dad. We don’t see each other except at school or during holidays when we sneak away from our respective guardian. It’s rough, but we get by. I’ve never told her entirely what I saw that night, only that our parents were right all along and that we needed to stay the hell away from Paul. I sold the car, Paige gave away the laptop. One by one, we got rid of his gifts.

Paul’s just… gone. After Evan and two of his friends were reported missing, his apartment was vacated, he left without a word or a goodbye. The bodies were never found. I don’t know if Paul just ate the rest or dumped them somewhere where they can’t be found. I don’t know. The nightmares from that night are neverending though, the images of Evan just hanging there, letting Paul drain the life out of him without a fight flash before my eyes. Needless to say, I’m a bit of an insomniac.

Why has this all come up now?

Well… because I got a welcome letter for a job I never applied for. Alongside the letter is that picture we took at Six Flags, with the words ‘I’m waiting for you’ written on the back. It wasn’t signed, but I have a feeling who applied for me and who’s the one waiting there. So I’ll be accepting the position.

Next summer, it looks like I’m going to be a counselor at Camp Golden Oak.

#my stories

[oldbutnotyetwise]

Mrs. McDonald

     I would like to tell you a story of a lady who wandered into my life for a decade or two.  She was an unremarkable woman who led a rather unremarkable life, but all lives are worthy of some recognition and perhaps this is hers. I became a character in the last few chapters of her life, and I was with her to the end.  

    She was raised in a large family on a farm in the Thorold area near to St. Catharines.  She didn’t get on well with her mother, but the way she tells it she was her Father’s favourite.  For High School she was shipped off to the Loretta Academy in Niagara Falls where she was under the iron fist rule of the Catholic Nuns but they failed to turn her into a Nun as expected.

     She was a short, stocky woman, just getting above the five foot mark and a disease struck her later in life causing her to have limited use of her legs.  I don’t know what happened in the earlier years but after marrying Ron they both drank too much and took on all the usual characteristics of an abusive relationship.

     It was Christmas Eve in the early 90’s, my good friend and partner Dave was working the nightshift with me.  Christmas Eve, families getting together, drinking too much and then getting violent with someone often ending up in jail.  Over and over this same scene plays out, just more so on holiday occasions where people gather and start to party together. 

     It was probably the early morning hours of Christmas Day by the time we were dispatched for a woman in distress on the porch of a house at the edge of downtown.  When we got there there was no woman on the porch but the front door was wide open.  We carefully entered the house concerned for the woman’s well being, we saw a large man passed out on the couch but then I spotted her laying on the floor of the bedroom.  There was a small table lamp on the floor beside her head and the cord from it was wrapped tightly around her neck.  To this day I remember how much trouble I had removing it because of how tight it was digging onto the skin around her neck.  I could see the fear in her eyes, I think she probably had thought that this was finally the day he was going to kill her.  Based on what she told us we arrested her husband and roused him from his drunken slumber on the couch. We charged him with Aggravated Assault, which is one step down from Attempted Murder.  

     Her husband Ron never fought the charges, in fact he pled guilty the first chance he got and was sentenced to a year in jail.  I don’t doubt that he loved her, and that he felt very guilty about what had happened, but it was a cycle of violence that I don’t think either of them could break.  

     With the Assistance of the Victim Services Branch we reunited Mrs. McDonald with her estranged daughter.  Her daughter lived in London and Mrs. McDonald thought she would like to live in St. Thomas, close enough, yet far enough from her daughter.  Victim Services found some subsidized housing and she got a cute little one bedroom townhouse that was close enough to downtown that she could get her own groceries on her scooter.  She and her little dog seemed happy, perhaps for the first time in many, many years.  I knew her as Elizabeth McDonald but she decided she now wanted to be called Eliza, maybe this was her way of making a break from her past.  Either way it didn’t matter, she was always Mrs. McDonald to me.  Now that should have been the end of the story, but it wasn’t.

     Whenever I attended the Police college in nearby Aylmer I would visit with Mrs. McDonald, maybe take her out for dinner and see how she was doing.  There was also the phone calls to check in on her, somewhere along the way I became somewhat of an adopted son.

     It took a while but then Mrs. McDonald’s life took some bad turns.  She called me to tell me that her daughter had told her that she had to move in with her to help look after the children.  As well, she would have to sign over her disability cheque to them for room and board.  Mrs. McDonald didn’t want to do that and I assured her that she didn’t have to.  This resulted in much fighting and at one point she was assaulted by her daughter’s husband.  Then a man from the complex forced his way into her unit and sexually assaulted her, her dream home had become a nightmare.

    We found a place in nearby Smithville that had an Accessible Unit available, or at least it became available when I explained the situation to the program coordinator.  I called my dear and always reliable friend Larry and we rented a U-Haul and went down and moved her to Smithville.  This was about twenty minutes from where I lived and it made it easier for me to keep an eye on her.  She would join us for holiday gatherings and she made friends at the Legion Villa where she lived.

     As time wore on dementia started to set in, she would tell me about things being stolen from her unit but when I spoke with the person who ran the Villa she explained that it was likely that Mrs. McDonald was the one taking things, from herself and others.  Her neighbour was in contact with me frequently kept me updated on how things were going.  The neighbour called me one day and said she was worried as she didn’t think Mrs. McDonald had been out of bed for days, when I phoned Mrs. McDonald she assured me she was fine.  I drove there and found her in her bed, covered in her own filth, she didn’t want to go, but I wrapped her in blankets and took her to the hospital.  I think we both knew as I carried her out to my truck that she would never be coming back home to her apartment.  

     After a while of being in the Grimsby Hospital she was transferred to St. Peter’s Hospital in Hamilton, a long term care facility where she settled in.  As I was working in Hamilton it allowed me to stop in and see her more often on the way home from work, and take her out for walks in her wheelchair.  We would go in search of orange popsicles that she seemed to love.  In time she passed away there and so ended her rather sad story.

     The daughter suddenly reappeared when learning of the death but quickly disappeared again when she found out there was nothing in the will for her.  As per her wishes Mrs. McDonald was cremated and had no service, no obituary.  I wanted to memorialize her in some way, and I remembered that at the Villa she would spend hours sitting on her scooter down by the creek that ran through the property.  I would get excited reports of the birds, turtles and muskrats that kept her company there.  Arrangements were made for a bench and some plants to be installed where she has spent all that time.  I screwed a small plaque Memorializing her onto the bench.  Her neighbour and I met there one day, we spread her ashes around the bench and then we sat sharing memories of our time with Mrs. McDonald.  I think Mrs. McDonald would have approved.

     The thing I remember most about Mrs. McDonald was how grateful she was for any small thing that we would do for her.  It is a life lesson that she taught me, how to take joy in the small things despite all the challenges in your life.  

     There is a movie called Land which stars Robin Wright, in it a stranger saves a woman’s life, helps to bring her back from near death. When she was healthy again she asks him, “Why did you do all this for me?”, he replied “Because you were in my path.”  I love that line, that explanation.  There is just a gentle, mindful, rightness to it.  

     Who has stopped to help you while they traveled on their path, and who have you stopped to help while travelling on yours?