#custom painted hot wheels | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

simp-ly-writes · 2 months

Text

Friend of the Captain (pt.3)

Pairing: Edward "Eddie" Horniman x afab!Reader

Summary: Fate keeps pulling its strings, but your's and Eddies appear to be drifting further and further apart- only to see one another at weddings or funerals. But maybe one day, luck will be in your side and then something beautiful can flourish (with a side of cash, of course).

Warnings: 5000~ words, language and light teasing, angst (emotional, alcohol and drug usage, dark thoughts) to fluff, jealousy, and pining (of course).

A/N: Apologies for the wait everyone! A few timings changed but I need plot- okay.

Masterlist | Taglist Request | somewhat un-edited.

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

↳ "...you're the best friend I could have ever asked for," your words stung, shattering Eddie's heart beyond repair as his face twitched before hiding it in your palm. He made a promise as a child, to always have you in his life yet even as you got closer together, the more he realized how far apart your both were as that moment became a mere distant memory. Eddie was needy for more yet you had already packed up your bags, closed the estate for the summer and went off to find new inspiration worldwide.

↳ He ended up reading a few of the gossip articles his mother left on the coffee table one morning, hot pink, zoomed in features and question marks galore as you walked around in beach wear with another man on your arm. He gripped the magazine, throwing it back on the table before packing his bags and returning back to base.

↳ When Christmas came around once again, you were not at the estate- a newfound tradition it seemed yet your gifts were still left under the tree, perfectly wrapped with each Horniman getting a gift. Eddie looked at the professionally wrapped gift, chuckling to himself at the childish wrapping paper you always insisted on using. This Christmas it was a bunch of little green cars with elf's behind the wheel.

Tearing into the gift, Eddie pauses as he slowly turns the box open to find a custom engraved watch. Flipping it backwards, his finger traces over the engraving- "Always." His mother peers over his shoulder, smiling from ear to ear as she inspects the jewelry. "I'm jealous, Edward," she teases, as Charlotte mockingly coo's- loving as her brother's cheeks paint themselves a pinkish hue. Freddy is already drowning himself in the new bottle of liquor your most recent boyfriend was the owner of its production before Tammy demands her own fair share of the drink.

↳ More years had passed and it was September already. You had yet to go back to dating, stepping away from romance scene at the current news that rocked your world, sending you crashing towards the floor as you fell into your office chair. Gripping your hair, tears streamed endlessly from your eyes as one of your assistants rapidly books the private jet back home to England- both of your parents were just announced dead to the public before you had known privately.

They were on a charity meeting with local schools and had crashed in their helicopter- dying instantly. You felt sick, seeing their bodies broadcasted over live television, smoke exiting from the aircraft as you lunged towards the toilets and threw up your lunch. "The plane has been booked, ma'am," your assistant calls from behind the door as you dress in full black and head towards the airstrip.

↳ You were surprised to find a series of reporters already waiting for you on the runway. Putting on your newest mock-design of sunglasses- it was going to be your first break into another market. Lights flashed in your face, hands racing to pull you into their microphones and endless questions yet the airport staff were not trained for a mob of this size.

They bursted through, making you fall towards the ground as you curled up into a ball- doing your best to avoid being trampled further. You quickly worked your hands through your pockets, clicking the power button thrice in quick succession as your first emergency contact was called and before you knew it- Freddy and Tammy were bursting through the crowd, fists raised as reporters fled the scene.

They were dressed in head to toe in black, ready to take you back towards your family's estate and to the funeral. You stood at the front, head tipped low as your flowing black dress drifted in the crisp cold air. It clung to your bones, finding any skin you had yet to hide as you silently cried, head leaning towards Charlottes already waiting presence as she whispered her condolences to you before pulling away.

You blinked rapidly, doing your best to dry your cheeks as a warm body at your back had you raising an eyebrow, especially when their arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a strong hug as your skin became tickled by their stubble. "I came as soon as I could," Eddie spoke over the wind, watching as everyone started making their way towards their cars as light rainfall began to come down.

You turned yourself around in his arms, cries turning into laughter as you shook your head into his shoulder, hands gripping the fabric of his suit, threatening to tear it apart just as you forced yourselves apart. You shook your head, taking another step back as you continued to laugh, Eddie took a large stride forward, head lowering in worry- trying to catch your eyes as your hair began to fall over your face. Taking a sharp sniffle you spoke in even tones, "We only see each other at weddings or funerals, Edward."

"Darling I-" you hold up a hand, shaking your head once more as you take another step back, Eddie moves forward as you dance around one another, rain falling heavier as you walk yourself under a tree canopy. "I made a promise to my father years ago, he wanted me to stop talking with you- begged me on his deathbed that I was unknowing of recently. I made a compromise of being friends yet... If these are the times we find each... Edward I-"

"Please, don't call me Edward," Eddie cuts you off, heart racing as he processes the information you speak. I always knew that old man hated me from the start, business over pleasure any day of the week, Eddie thought to himself. Hands now grasping your shaking shoulders as you can't support yourself with the overwhelming grief- falling forward into his arms. "Eddie," you whisper out in a pleading tone yet unknowing of what you wanted.

Before you both could think further on the subject, your lawyers were demanding of your presence to sign the papers, as the only child of your parents. You were the Duchess of the estate now as the endless sea of documents and hearings suggested. And those small hugs and words sat still underneath that tree, rooted in place as Eddie got called back to work and in the trauma of it all, you were glad everyone left- wanted everyone to leave you alone.

The cameras everywhere started to become too much, the people constantly checking in- tip-toeing around you, as if you would break with their soft tones and bittersweet, pity-filled smiles that mocked the constant aching of your heart and mind. Articles floated around, showing old pictures, telling the world of how you were living the high life with dead money but you had money, you had fame, before this all and now, you wanted to escape it all.

↳ That man you were with was an old picture, that boat party was in early spring and that engagement ring was false news as you threw your phone across the room as it shattered against the tiles. In reality you were sat in your bathtub, barley breathing above the water. You have been feeling an overwhelming numbness in your present and soon enough, you were pulling at everything to just FEEL something these days.

Looking down at your hand, the family crest engraved ring upon your finger sat heavy as you came to realize what such titles costed. Someone was yelling your name from the other side of the door, pounding against the heavy wood as you sunk under, watching the bubbles of your breath break the surface of the water above.

You close your eyes, emptying your lungs before coming back up to the surface and clearing the hair from your eyes. You drain the tub, wet feet pattering against the marble floors and towards the vanity- your gear already waiting for you as you got strapped in and flung the door open.

↳ Determine to FEEL you tested drugs, tested alcohol but they both lost their kick. You tried sleeping around again yet could never get off, so you drove down country streets as fast as you could, jumped out of planes, flung yourself off cliffs and climbed up mountains.

↳ Your business was running in the background as you let it run itself. You sent all the staff home for the remainder of the year with their wages at the estate as you walked the line between fear and adrenaline.

↳ Sabrina had called you after receiving news of you being in the hospital. You had fractured your shoulder from a skiing incident, you smiled through the drugs, holding a thumbs up for the picture as she cried at the image. You looked so lifeless with those eyes, your skin appearing grey as a walking corpse yet you could care less. People still wanted to sleep with you, to "live that high life" and you allowed them to just as every paper told you to.

↳ What surprised you was seeing Freddy out of all people telling you off by your bedside. Tammy nowhere to be seen as he gripped your hand- pleading. You look at him blankly in the eyes, almost falling asleep to what you have heard a thousand times before. Yet there is one question that catches you off guard, your neck straining as you quickly look away to hide the tears beginning to stream down your face.

"W-What would Eddie think of you right now? He's off somewhere, probably getting shot at- thinkin' that his job was ensuringhis girl is safe at home. What a fuckin' joke (name), if you are gonna listen to anything I say, know that you are a joke- and thats coming from the definition of it."

You shake your head, now playing with the various cords in your hands, threatening to rip them out as you choke back a sob. "I'm sorry, Freddy, I'm so sorry for being such a fuckin' mess," you sputter between your lips, taking shallow breaths as your heart monitor rapidly beeps, nurses running into the room as Freddy stands up from his seat as positions himself at the foot of your bed.

"Yeah, well saying you are is a great step, now make something of it because I can't deal with all these crying people. Fathers health is gone- I think this is it..."

↳ Under a year later, Eddies father had passed. You remember never driving more of a wildly than then down the country roads, almost clipping a gate in the process as you opened the door with your own key. Staggering into the new dukes office and sitting by the fire once more as you held his head in your lap, he clenched onto your waist- crying before a knock at the door had him switching back off, hardened exterior as if nothing happened.

↳ You stood up quickly, brushing off your clothes and nodded to him with pained eyes and shaking hands. Your heart burned, wanting to help yet the hollowed look he sent you with the tip of his head was enough to have you swiftly out the door and here you were, dressed in black again as Eddie stood beside you, face hardened while carrying his father to the hole in the ground and while making no move to touch you. You stepped a bit closer to his side once seeing the woman from across the fence looking intently at you both, please make it not be another reporter.

↳ Eddie folded, wrapping an arm around your torso as he pulled you under his long coat- thinking you to be cold as you gripped his hip, turning your head away from their stares and whispered a prayer, setting your bundle of flowers against the grave as Eddie make his own remarks. You both going inside the home.

↳ Sabrina openly sobbed into your shoulder, this is the first time she had seen you since your most recent accident as she whispered in your ear, albeit a bit loudly- perhaps on purpose as Eddie's head snapped over to the both of you- pausing his conversation with Tammy. "I am so thankful that you are alive."

"Why wouldn't they be, mother?" Edward questions, looking between you both with the most remorse he has shown today. Your eyes snap down to his wrist as he plays with the watch you gifted him a few holidays ago. "I don't think this is my thing to speak about, Edward." And with that, she picks up her drink and strides over to the table as the lawyer stands, emptying various files from their brief case to the table.

Memories flash through your minds before Eddie holds your hand, you intertwine your fingers together, giving it a light swing while being unable to look at him in the eyes as you play with the ring on his finger. "I lost myself, Eddie. I-I'm still a bit lost really... I'm getting better- promise just, I fucked up."

"Hey, look at me, darling, look at me, (name)," Edward calls out to you, using his other hand to pick up your chin as you blink away tears. He presses a kiss to your forehead, using a soft tone, "and we will find you again, promise."

↳ Eddie was later pulled away from you as you made your silent escape and exited the room, Eddie becoming drowned in those all-too-familiar papers. You were un-noticing to Sabrinas thoughtful look as you exited the house just as fate would have it for the two of you, so close yet ever-so far.

Geoff was already standing by the front door, tipping his hat towards you as you playfully bowed back- engine roaring back to life as he knocked on your window. Rolling it down with a charming smile, "Everythin' alright Geoff?"

"Yes, my Lady. Just curious- you're not stayin'?"

"Oh... no... I think... never mind," you stutter, smile fluttering as he hums out in reply. "We hope to see you around more often your grace, mother misses you like her own," you nod politely, "I will do my best to then," you state before rolling back up your window and rolling out back down those country roads.

↳ That day Edward Horniman was established as the Duke of Halstead. The news once again meeting your phone screen rather than the word of those close to you.

↳ You wish you could say that you saw one another right after that, but after you made a spontaneous visit to the Halstead manor. The staff members look panicked as they speedily greeted you and tried to move you towards the seating room as you shook them off. Placing your bags by the door before walking further down the hall and towards the office. You looked through the french doors, heart dropping as that woman you had seen earlier flashed Eddie a charming grin.

Sabrina clapped her hands joyfully at whatever had been said as childish jealousy ran rampant in your chest. You glared at the woman, her face tilted away from yours, everyone unknowing of your presence before you walked calmly back down the hall. Picking up your bags with your head held high, the various staff members chased after you, "How about you stay for tea miss? Oh, I'm sure the Duke will be overjoyed to have you stay, Could I bring you bags upstairs for you?"

You sent everyone a small sad smile, their heads dropping down as they silently understood your decision. You dropped your bags back into the boot of your car, slamming the door close as you drove back down the gravel roads. Luna chasing after your car with a wagging tail.

Edwards meeting had finished as he dismissed everyone from the room, standing while taking a sip of his tea- his heart lunged forwards at the sight of your car driving away. He hastily placed his drink down, running down the stairs as his mother called out to him, warning him of the cold weather that morning yet as he opened the door, he could no longer see your car and that door shut just as quickly.

↳ You would try again to see Eddie, yet that woman was always seen right beside him. There was some dark part of you that hoped Eddie would never go back to dating, that you could be selfish yet it would be unfair as you had done your fair share of it. Unknowing to the pain Eddie kept to himself seeing you so happy with someone else. It seemed to him the only times he ever got to see you was when it rained and rained it did.

↳ You took a ride around the estate, really both of your estates since no formal fences were placed. You strode over the overside of the pond, eyes squinted at the sight of the woman once more falling in step with Eddie as Luna raced between their feet. You continued your ride, looking up to the grey gloomy skies with distaste and the next moment you looked back across, they all were gone - if just by your imagination.

↳ You were dressed to the nines, a flowing emerald gown drifting off each curve of your body, emphasizing your natural features as you swirled around the crowds of hungry business men and jealous wives as you picked up a champagne glass from a walking tray and returned to Mr. Johnston's side.

↳ A hand written and delivered invitation graced your doorstep, too tempting to refuse- it had been sometime since you last stepped into the spotlight and done yourself up, and so you went all out. You showcased your newest jewellery line- finally finding more inspiration the more times you reminisced around your inherited property.

↳ A rather bizarre relationship you held with Mr. Johnston as well, as he had tried to purchase your land yet smiled and waved away his deal like a fleeting thought. Mr. Johnston have given you many expensive gifts since them to keep your company with him- adoring your intelligence in everything accessory or business related as you reviewed materials for him as a side-gig and token of friendship

↳ You swayed lightly to the music as he introduced to you hundreds of faces, beyond impressed that me managed to remember the names and family connections of them all. You smiled politely, kissing cheeks and making small talk before being led to the next person, ignoring the stares as they watched you from behind- gown drifting away with you.

↳ Much to your surprise, you were being introduced to the Duke of Halstead himself yet for once you were not most interested in Eddie but the woman that stood ever-so elegantly by his side.

"Susie Glass, its an honour your grace," she said politely, red lipstick curving up into a small smile as you shook hands lightly, swiftly dropping your connection before Eddie picked up your hand, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of it. You both maintained eye-contact as he did so, never wavering before Johnston coughed, and you tipped your head down, a smile fighting against your lips as did Eddies.

With your gaze down, you ignored the rather pushing tones of both parties, focused on the small red liquid, is that blood?, starting to form at the edge of Eddie's shirt. You shifted your weight to stand closer to him, starting to open your mouth to question before Mr. Johnston was calling your name.

"You never told me, duchess that you and the duke had grown up together, what a wonderful sight to see two friends reconnecting. If you will Ms. Glass, I think we should allow them so time to reunite," Johnston comments, eyeing the closing distance between yours and Eddies forms as you blink a thanks to him as he leads Susie towards the bar.

"Is there something you wish to tell me, your grace?" you tease out, hands drifting up his chest to fix his jacket. You hold him there as his eyes quickly flash down to your lips and back up towards your eyes. Your head tilting, well that has changed....

"Can I not admire the dress? It has been some time since we have last seen each other like this. What was it, when we were 20-something?" You instantly remember that night, cheeks a hard red as you blindly follow Eddie down the hall and into an empty room, the door clicks locked as you become lost in the memory.

Eddie had pushed you up against a wall, the paintings swinging almost off their nails as your own scraped against his roots, ensuring that yours lips stayed on one another in a passionate kiss. The shoulder of your dress began to fall as did Eddie's lips, trailing down your chin, to your throat where he sucked a bruise as you softly moaned in his ear.

It was so wrong, you had a boyfriend waiting for you back at university, it was your childhood best friend- the one you promised your father never to be with and yet as he picked you up, hands feeling up your dress and pushed you onto a bed. It never felt so right.

Eddie climbed on top of you, smashing his lips onto your own once more as you whimpered and moaned as he chuckled, shushing you lighting before continuing his attack. You began to unbuttoned his shirt. Nails working down his abs as you smirked to the sound of his breath hitching as you created your own markings to his neck.

Nothing more ever came from your heated make-out sessions or hook-ups. Always resulting in being, "good friends" with one another who needed help...

"Everything alright there, darling?" Eddies baritone voice pulled you out of the memory as you his chest pressed flat against your bare back where your dress dripped. His hands on your hips, his head on your shoulder as you both swayed back and forth lightly.

You pick your hand up, placing it on top of his hands on your waist, circling around each bloody knuckle with concern. "What have you not been telling me, Eddie?" that you love me, your brain pleads to finish for him yet you hold your tongue, bitting your lip from saying anything more.

Eddie hums deeply into your ear as goosebumps coat over your skin, gods you feel like such a horny teenager. But to be fair, that would be the last time you were romantically involved. "I think I will need a few more drinks before I become an open book but, I have been busy in managing my fathers... businesses."

You step away from his touch, gathering distance, eyes firm, "I know what your family does, Edward. Longer than you apparently. I believe it to be the reason why my father never wanted me settling with someone like you-"

"Someone like me?" Eddie challenges. "Do you even have the faintest idea of what Mr. Johnston has done, what your previous boyfriends have done?-"

"Yes, I do. And that should make you understand why I still decide to come back to you, after everything," you finish with, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs by an unlit fireplace as Eddie stands in front of you, undoing his jacket with a hiss as you tut him off in a posh tone.

"Why, Edward-dear, it appears you are the one learning new ideas, would you like some help with that?" You tease out, watching as his shirt turns a deeper red. Edwards rolls his eyes playfully at you as you drink up the sight of this beautiful man, even when bleeding and threatening to stain the designer rug underneath you both.

You kneel lean forward, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as Eddie un-do's his bowtie, it hangs off his shoulders as you dress the wound with the supplies sat conveniently waiting on a nearby shelf. "Arms up now, captain," you playfully command as Eddie complies.

"Never knew you to be such a bossy one," Edward sarcastically comments, looking down at the top of your head fondly. You look up at him through your lashes, blinking twice before continuing your work. "And I never knew you to be bedding your associates-"

A knock at the door sounds as Eddies delicate look before a glare, enforcing that you both would speak about the topic later as you wipe your hands and lean back in the chair, smiling at the women as Eddie leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek in thanks as he straightens his clothes out.

"Hello, Susan," the Duke greets the once mysterious lady as you look between the two of them, jealousy brewing in your stomach once more, your hands itching to hold on to some part of Eddie once more. "What have you done to him, duchess?" Susie asks you, hands presses and leaning forwards against the back of a chair opposite of yours.

You smile gracefully at the woman, beginning to stand yet as you approach her, Eddie softly grasps your wrist, holding you in place. "Well, by the looks of it. He has been shot- what have you been doing with him, Susie?" you fire back.

"Nothing-"

"Really then?" you cut her off with a scoff as you wiggle your hand from Eddies grasp, moving towards the door, you can hear multiple people moving in the hallway as you curse out, your dress spotted with blood. "Alright then, I think it's time for a sharing circle then..."

"You killed a man?" you ask calmly as Eddie slowly nods his head. "That was something I did- yes-"

"and by the sounds of it, it will not be your last... or hers..." you reply, head leaned into your hand as you found yourself seated once more. The party-goers were dying by the hour as you all soon made your speedy walks back towards your cars.

You joined Eddie that night, helping to redress the wound, dress him for the night, pouring you both another few drinks before pulling him into bed. What surprised you most was his tight grip on your waist as he pulled you down beside him. "Eddie I am not dressed for bed," you spoke softly, not wishing to awake anyone near.

"Sleep naked, wouldn't be the first time-"

You covered his mouth with your hand, shaking it away as he gave it a playful kiss. You heart lunged at the memory of a moment similar to this when you had just been cheated on. Yet you ultimately decide to make yourself comfortable, just as the last, kicking off your shoes but deciding to stare at the side of his face illuminated by the dying embers of the fireplace.

"You know, I think I have had enough drinks for tonight," Eddie comments as you hum out, eyes falling heavy as you press your head into your pillow for the night, taking a deep breath in- "I love you, (name). I've said it so many times to myself that it surprises me to sound so right saying it aloud," you are wide awake now, exhaling heavily as your legs twist together underneath the covers.

"I thought you were with Ms. Glass," you speak in a meek tone, not wanting your heart to explode twice, only one of you can be injured at a time. Edward chuckles, head shaking as he looks at you, brown eyes staring deeply into your own, "Well that same woman told me not to sleep with the help, I'm just taking her advice."

"Well she sounds like a very smart lady then, leaving all the more for me," you tease out, lips pressed together as you eye his own. Eddie leans forward, humming out as your lips connect, your hand finding the back of his head before a hiss escapes between his lips and you rapidly pull back.

"Oh shit, sorry," you apologize, looking under the covers to see your knee brushing into his bruised side. "You can always kiss it better," Eddie retorts as you roll your eyes and press a peck to his lips. "whats that supposed to solve?" And soon you both are up into the early morning hours.

When you awakened the next morning, having breakfast together in the study, you nearly spat our your tea with the words that escaped Eddies lips, "Would you help me steal a car if I asked politely?"

A smirk meets a smile as you tap your chin in mock-contemplation. "sure" you shrug, pulling the man into another kiss with a chuckle. And thus kicked off the rest of your lives together with a healthy side of cash.

Bonus:

↳ Lady Sabrina brought flowers and a bottle of wine to your mothers grave for a chit chat. She poured out to glasses, sitting one by the tombstone as she commented on the nutty taste of the substance.

"I was right in the end, you know. They are a rather marvellous couple and you really should have ended things with that husband of yours. My boy was only ever the most substantial choice, rather embarrassing to think otherwise."

Sabrina could imagine your mother glaring down at her, slipping her the bird while maintaining a pleasant smile. But in due time she would await that interaction as she sipped her wine, embracing victory as she squinted across the field watching as you and Eddie did shooting practice near the woods with a satisfied hum.

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

↳ Taglist: @daffodilstark @leavemeslowly @iamasimpingh0e @kneelarmhstrung

↳ A/N: I think thats a wrap for Friend of the Captain... but definitely not for my writing on the Gentlemen (2024)!

#eddie halstead x reader #x reader #eddie x reader #the gentlemen #the gentlemen x reader #netflix #the gentlemen netflix #fanfic #fanfiction #simp-ly #simp-ly-writes #eddie horniman #eddie horniman x reader #edward horniman #edward horniman x reader #the gentlemen 2024 #theo james #theo james x reader

67 notes · View notes

seat-safety-switch · 5 months

Text

If you're a normal sort of person, you don't have opinions on spray paint. Feel free to pretend I'm actually talking about something you're very passionate about, such as hot cross buns, the ideal stereo separation, or a true crime murder. Spray paint is available from many brands, and like any consumable mass-market good, a lot of those brands suck.

We've all been there: halfway through a job, only to cock it up because a nozzle clogs, or the can was only half charged, or the friendly instructions forgot to mention that the proprietary chemistry is incompatible with the exact same brand of clear-coat. Now you're stuck there trying to wire-wheel gummy brand-new paint off the thing so that you can redo the entire job. Not only do you look like an idiot, but you're spending more than twice as long to get a worse result.

This is probably why professionals get a full-on spray booth and buy paint only from a trusted supplier, mix it themselves, and spray them with commercial-grade equipment after years of experience. Don't get me wrong, that does sound like a good (if expensive) way to get quality results on your paint coating. However, have you ever talked to a professional painter? Those folks are burned out by 28, after a career of inhaling every synthetic solvent ever made by the same douchebags who invented napalm. I'd rather be trying to hand-bomb this shit in the middle of my backyard during a once-in-a-century wind storm, because I am trying to get it done right now, not done right.

Where is the recourse when Big Spraybomb screws up your weekend? Sure, you could call their customer-service line, but all that will get is, at most, a coupon for more of the same shitty paint that just set fire to your extremely limited free time. I have fantasies sometimes, a beautiful dream of driving down to their offices and spray-painting angry rants on the side of their beautiful buildings in their own product. Unfortunately, I'm positive that I would immediately be beaten by their security guards, and the paint wouldn't last more than a couple of hours.

Removal is no problem; they know the game. All they have to do is gently touch it after everyone is convinced it's dry. Flakes right off.

111 notes · View notes

bisexual-horror-fan · 9 months

Text

It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.

Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.

We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”

“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.

Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”

It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.

While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.

Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”

Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.

I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”

And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”

I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)

I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”

Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.

Bury me now. I am done for.

I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!

It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.

And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.

#TBABTO #Two Boys Are Better Than One #FOR LIFE #BHF face #I had SUCH a good day #FUCK #I AM SO DEAD

156 notes · View notes

wainwrightjakobshammerlock · 7 months

Text

What I think disability aids made by Borderlands gun manufacturers would be like. CW for mentions of systemic ableism and weight loss.

Atlas: Sleek and fancy, but also expensive as hell and prone to accidents. Sort of like IRL fancy prostheses or wheelchairs - they seem cool but are actually kinda sucky and very pricey. Don't expect the average Promethean to afford one. Though in this case, it's because they're often loaded with purely experimental tech that was probably shipped too early.

Hyperion: They make a few prosthetic and implant models and that's it. Pretty much all their stuff is aimed at their own employees trying to get "ahead" and not actual disabled people, so give up trying to find one fitting your particular needs. At least they're pretty fucking sturdy (but not against hacking). And no, they haven't thought of adopting those exoskeletons their engineers use for other needs.

Maliwan: Similar to above, but aimed at their general customer base instead. These guys are hipsters who try marrying form and function, and in many cases that means augs of some sort. I wouldn't really call them transhumanist though, that implies respecting bodily autonomy, human rights and not being ableist; these guys would sell arms with tracking chips and neural interfaces that fry your brainstem if you don't pay the subscription fee. And then tell you to lose weight with the new fad diet their marketing department cooked up. The hoverchairs and flavored chewelry are pretty great, tho.

Dahl: They wouldn't. They claim to be reliable but they're actually the biggest cowards in the Six Galaxies. If one of their soldiers loses a leg or something that's grounds for being (dis)honorably discharged. What exoskeletons or other devices they make are purely for war. Plus, the one Dahl employee we see having a prosthesis (Helena Pierce) doesn't seem to have a Dahl brand one. Aside from weird metal rank implants and funky gun-inspired fidget cubes they don't do much in this department.

Torgue: Expect everything to be painted like a Hot Wheels toy and probably explode somehow - either on you or on your enemies. All the mobility aids have jets attached for either smacking ableists with great force or speeding through town. I think Torgue himself wears a hearing aid (from all the explosions) and it looks like a fucking microphone with car parts on it, complete with exhaust.

Jakobs: Steampunk baybeee!!! Of course, the subgenre of said steampunk depends on the quality of the aid. The most basic ones are IRL Victorian era metal arms: flat, spiky, inhuman, but still quite ornate. The ones custom-tooled for execs and their families (looking at you, Alistair Hammerlock) are more "sleek" steampunk, with fine chassis of signature Jakobs brass and filigree engravings. They also make genuine wood canes with organic rubber grips that will outlive you if you take proper care of them... which is definitely shown in their price tags. The Jakobs stim toy line is half weird gear contraptions, half competition with Dahl's fidget cubes.

Vladof: Heavy, clunky, dieselpunk style. But damn if they aren't effective. A standard Vladof boostchair could break through a wall and be completely unharmed. A Vladof AAC device looks like an electron tube supercomputer that you have to haul around in a cart. That's all I really have to say here.

Tediore: I have no idea.

#my post #borderlands #text post #headcanons #disability tag #50

58 notes · View notes

cheolism · 1 year

Text

abandoned mall piano

✧ mingyu x reader

✧ summary: after a shift at the movie theater in the nearly-abandoned mall, you decide to play the piano that randomly appeared by the instrument store.

✧ genre: romance, first meetings, meet-cute. awkward mingyu ft his lisp.

✧ wc is approx 2.3

✧ note: warning for a piano bench that creaks a lot. this is mostly just a meet-cute between an awkward and enthusiastic mingyu and a pianist reader. if there's interest i'm def down for a sequel

Waving goodbye at Hansol and hoping he would have a better day than you, you left the movie theater. You tore off your cap and shoved it deep into your tote bag, wishing that your bag was infinite and the cap would disappear inside. Your nametag went next, because honestly why the hell did these random people who you, quite frankly, didn’t know and didn’t want to know, need to know your name?

The mall was nearly empty, as it tended to be. Even Saturday evenings couldn’t really save the mall from the desertion of its once-regular customers. Your mom would shake her head and sigh whenever she showed up at your work, handing you a box of supper. “It’s a shame. This place used to be so popular when I was a kid.”

You always held your tongue at this, wanting to remark on how your mother and the mall predated online shopping.

Even as a kid, you remembered the mall being busier. You remembered photo shops and bookstores, ice cream stands and a Hot Topic. Now the only places that remained in popularity were the movie theater and the instrument store, with other shops and chains constantly rotating stores in and out.

You walked past the fountain, which was kept turned off more than it was on. The instrument shop was on the other side of the fountain, and, peculiarly, a piano was in the normally empty space that lay between the shop and fountain.

Slowing to a stop, you glanced around. The Old Navy, which had appeared suddenly a month ago and you and Jeonghan bet would last two more months at most, had a few mothers milling about in front of it. But no one was around the piano.

You went to it, as if there was an invisible string tying you to it and tugging you forward. It wasn’t anything spectacular, made largely out of wood and painted a horrible neon green that reminded you of Post-Its. It reminded you of the piano kept in your high school choir room, the one wheeled about for concerts.

Still, you set your tote on the bench and slid into place. The bench creaked beneath you. You glanced up and down the keys. They were plastic, further testament to the cheapness of the piano, but when you placed your fingers down in position on Middle D, the sweet ting elicited, no matter how cheap, made you grin.

You shifted again; the bench creaked again.

Adjusting your fingers, you slowly began a simple melody. You weren’t so much of a master as to promptly begin playing without practice, and the plainness of the song wasn’t anything to marvel at. Still, softly, you sang along with the warm-up.

“Puff the Magic Dra-gon lived by the sea,” your voice was low, not daring to go any higher and rise above the piano. You knew your limits. “And fro-licked in the au-tumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.”

The piano was cheap, and nothing like the Petite Grand that had lived in your piano teacher’s den (“parlor,” she had corrected you with a stern look. “it’s a parlor.”). But you were satisfied nonetheless, and shifted your hands again.

You began your next song, more sure than when you had played the child’s song, your fingers going to the E in the third octave. Unable to help yourself, you sang along, head bent and blind to the mall around you.

“Why do birds suddenly appear everytime you are near?

“Just like me, they long to be close to you.

“Why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by?”

Though you were no Karen Carpenter, and you were a lone pianist playing in an abandoned mall, in your ears you were joined by a chorus and trumpet and strings. You were lost to it, swept away by the memories the song brought to you, somehow existing both in the mall during the age of online shopping and overnight deliver, but also existing decades back,

“What song is that you’re playing?”

Looking back, you must have jumped about a foot in the air. Your hands plopped down on the keys, a painful dang emitting from the piano. The smile that must have appeared on your face at some point during your little song, quickly disappeared as you looked up at the man standing next to you and the piano.

The grin on his face quickly dropped at your visible fright, his eyes widening and mouth gaping. He then sputtered for a moment before reaching his hands out in a placating gesture, as if he was trying to calm you. “Shit -- I’m so sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you! I just work at the instrument store and no one except for kids has played on the piano all day so I was curious when someone played an actual song and I just wanted to see who you were and then I wanted to know what song you were playing, and you looked so cute I couldn’t help but come up to you and ask and I’m so sorry for scaring you.”

He spoke a mile a minute, spewing out words as if he were to slow down, someone would interrupt and he’d never get the chance to talk again. You wondered if he took a breath at all during his little speech, but then your mind lingered on one phrase in particular.

You looked so cute.

You wondered if you looked as flustered as you felt.

“Sorry,” he said again. He had a sheepish look on his face, and wow. You wondered how he managed to look like a kicked puppy when he was so obviously over six foot and broad-shouldered, and his uniform polo stretched across his chest and hid nothing. His dark hair was long, bangs brushing against his cheeks and making him look like a heart-throb from the 90s. He was a daydream, with his tan skin and biceps. He looked like a CEO, not a mere employee for an instrument store in an abandoned mall.

Then his sheepish look was melting into a shy smile, his canines long and looking more like fangs.

You licked your lips, diverting your eyes from the man. You cleared your throat, bringing your hands away from the keys and setting them on your lap. “It’s uh. It’s okay. You didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t!” He agreed, eyes wide and earnest.

If he was a dog, he’d be a golden retriever, you thought.

There was a pause.

“They long to be close to you.”

His brows furrowed, the sweet look on his face being overtaken by confusion. He cocked his head a little to the side, bangs falling to obscure his eyes. “What?”

You licked your lips again. Why were they so dry all of a sudden? “The song. It’s called ‘(They Long To Be) Close To You’, with little parentheses around the first part. Like. Parenthesis, then ‘they long to be’, parenthesis, then the rest. It’s by this old duo called the Carpenters. They were popular until the 80s.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment. Then, looking at your hands, you said, “I first heard it on the Muppets. The original show. Not the new movies.”

Another moment of silence, and then the man was talking. “Oh! That’s cool. I love old songs. My friend, Jihoon -- he works at the instrument store too -- he loves all kinds of music. I’m sure he’s heard of your song before, too!”

“What’s your favorite?”

He blinked, looking taken back. “What?”

“What’s your favorite old song?” You asked, clenching your fingers in your lap. This was the part you hated about meeting new people: the initial conversation. The only reason you got along so well with Hansol was because he was just as socially awkward, and you got along with Jeonghan because he watched you trip and drop an extra-large bucket of popcorn and decided you were pitiful enough for him to “adopt”.

Despite how suave the man looked, he wasn’t unable to hide the panic your question sent him into. You felt as if you were watching him mentally go through all the filing cabinets of songs in his head, trying to find one suitable enough. “Uh. ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’?”

Your brow furrowed for a moment, before realization hit you. Then you felt your eyes widen and mouth open, and laughter erupted from you. You threw your head back from the force of your laughter, it loud and echoing around the open space.

The man was beaming, clearly happy that he managed to pass your question. “Yeah, you know. The lyrics really get me. Especially the part where he talks about communism.”

You were giggling again, thoroughly charmed. Setting your hands on the piano, you shot him a smile. “Oh, you’re talking about this?”

Like a horse at the races, you were off. The staccato beats sent your fingers dancing, and you felt wild. You felt as if there was something in your heart, as if there really was a horse running a race inside there, making your neutrons and electrons come alive as you played for this man who worked at the instrument store.

He was clearly having just as much fun. When you glanced at him he was smiling so wide, you swore you could see all of his teeth. Then he began singing, bopping his head along and wiggling his long limbs to the beat.

You picked up the pace and so did he, and the two of you worked in perfect tandem to create an absolute mess out of the song. Your fingers were stiff and beginning to ache, having not played this much and this frantically in a long while. But there was something between you and the man, and you couldn’t help but think back to all the romances that called attraction ‘electricity’ and think they were right.

Then your forefinger slipped, and you played a wrong note. You let out a groan, pushing your lips out in a pout as you gave up.

The man followed your lead. His smile was like a mad man’s, but when he reached up and smoothed his hair out of his face you were once again struck with how handsome he was.

“You never told me your name,” you said, turning towards him. The bench creaked, but you didn’t pay it any attention. “You came out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me and then came and invited yourself to my jam session. You owe me a name.”

“I didn’t come from nowhere,” he said, but his face was still lit with amusement. “I came from the instrument shop.”

“Oh, my bad,” you apologized.

He neared, extending his hand. It was large, you noticed, and just as golden as the rest of him. “I’m Mingyu.” You introduced yourself, placing your hand in his. “I work at the movie theater.”

“The movie theater? With your talent?” The man shook his head. He slid onto the bench next to you, and you moved over. It creaked under your combined weight. He smelled good. His thighs pressed against yours due to how small the bench was, and they were just as warm as his hand.

You wondered if he would let you hold his hand again.

“You should be working as a professional piano-ist,” Mingyu said, voice confident. He placed his fingers on the keys, playing no tune in particular.

“Pianist,” you corrected gently. Your hands joined his on the keys, your right thumb resting on the C in the fifth octave. You looked at his hands, and Mingyu took the cue to put his right hand on the C on his end. Then you were playing, slow enough so he could copy you.

“Hey,” he said, brow furrowing as he glanced from watching your right hand to his own, ensuring he was playing the right notes. “Isn’t this from that movie? The Sound of Music?”

It was then you noticed the lisp. Enthralled and already hooked, you smiled at him. His jawline was sharp, and you knew that if he lived during the time of the Ancient Greeks he surely would have been a model for the sculptors. Feeling rather impish, you decided to tease. “What movie was it?”

“Oh, you know, the one with Julie Andrews.”

He still wasn’t watching you and couldn’t see the mischievous look on your face. “Julie Andrews was in a lot of movies.” “It was the Sound of Music --”

Mingyu glanced at you, and upon seeing your face he let out a groan. He pouted, and you wondered how a grown man could pull off such a face and still look cute. “Are you making fun of my lisp?”

You laughed. “It’s cute, don’t worry.”

His pout melted for a moment, his dark eyes twinkling. Then Mingyu pouted again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, it’s cute is it?”

“It is.”

He hummed, the playful look in his eyes persisting. “Cute enough for me to ask you out on a date and succeed?”

Your eyes widened for a second, caught off-guard. You were still in your black uniform from work and you were sure you had acne on your forehead from working with the popcorn and wearing a cap. You probably smelled like popcorn.

“Please?” Mingyu asked, somehow looking unashamed of how his voice took on a whining tone. “You’re so cute and you looked so pretty playing the piano, and I want to hear more about your favorite old songs and I want to make you laugh again.”

You glanced down at your hands. You clenched your fingers for a moment, licking your lips.

Mingyu’s eyes were still on you when you chanced a look at him. You settled your hands on the keys. “Okay. Okay. Tell me the name of this song, and if you can I’ll go out on a date with you.”

And then you played.

344 notes · View notes

van-yangyin · 8 months

Text

Taro Kitano Hair

Hair based on Taro Kitano from Hot Wheels World Race for male and female frame.

Commisioned by @radiofreewylde. Thank you! It was really fun to make it until the end. I hope you're enjoying it very much! It was a pleasure to see it placed in your sim. 💝

Download under keep reading ↓

If you download my CC it means your agree with my T.O.U (English/Español/日本語).

General Info:

24 EA Swatches + Taro Kitano Swatch

Base game compatible

Hat compatible

For Male and female frame

Teen to Elders

Hair texture and mesh made from scratch

Split hair color compatible

Extra colors for hair tie compatible

Custom Thumbnails

LOD Information:LOD0: 7k | LOD1: 4k | LOD2: 2k | LOD3: less than 1k

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (SFS ~ Always free, no adfly)

Preview in CAS:

Hair with hat category:

Taro Kitano's hair tie it's also compatible with:

"Van_YangYin_Enstars_Recolors for Wataru Hibiki Hair Tie (Face Paint) - M-F.package", 20 extra colors for hair tie that you can find on Face paint (20 swatches but sliders color of make-up are compatible, so you can get so much more) [links take you to hair link, but you only have to download file with name of above]

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (SFS ~ Always free, no adfly)

~⭐️~

Split Hair Color Accessory:

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (SFS ~ Always free, no adfly)

~⭐️~

Let me know if you find any problem. 🙏❣️

IF YOU LIKE MY WORK PLEASE CONSIDER BECOME A PATREON OR TIP ON KO-FI. ANY HELP IS ALWAYS WELCOMED BUT ALWAYS OPTIONAL. YOU CAN ALSO COMMISSION ME HERE OR FROM TUMBLR, IF YOU WANT ME TO DO SOMETHING SPECIFIC FOR YOU. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

👀👉MORE DOWNLOADS

📻 @alwaysfreecc, @sssvitlanz

Happy simming! 🍀

💛

#ts4 cc #ts4cc #sims 4 cc #sims4cc #type: hairstyle #frame: unisex #age: teen to elder #theme: animation #game pack: base compatible #Hot Wheels x The Sims 4 #Hot Wheels: World Race #Hot Wheels #Taro Kitano #VanS4CC #Van-YangYin #Van's commissions #always free cc

31 notes · View notes

i-j0s · 1 year

Photo

#art #artwork #painting #hotrod #hot rod #pinup #picup #v8 #power #wheels #cruise #chop #custom

9 notes · View notes

forgeline · 1 year

Photo

Angry Smurf. Chris Smith’s “Angry Smurf” pro-touring 1970 Chevrolet Camaro was built as an in-house project at Smitty’s Custom Automotive and painted in GM’s PPG Rapid Blue. It’s powered by a 720HP Holley fuel-injected 427ci Kurt Urban LS7 mated to a Pfitzner Performance Gearboxes six-speed sequential transmission and rides on Speedtech Performance suspension, Motion Control Suspension 4-way adjustable remote-reservoir coilovers, Wilwood disc brakes, 315/30ZR18 & 335/30ZR18 BFGoodrich g-Force Rival S tires, and 18x11/18x12 Forgeline forged three piece GA3R wheels finished with Satin Black centers & Gloss Black outers! See more at: https://forgeline.com/customer-gallery/chris-smith-3

Photos by Tom LeClair courtesy of Hot Rod Magazine

#forgeline #forgelinewheels #forgedwheels #customwheels #GA3R #ForgelineGA3R #notjustanotherprettywheel #doyourhomework #madeinUSA #chevrolet #chevy #camaro #70camaro #protouring #smittyscustomauto #AngrySmurf

112 notes · View notes

wheelsgoroundincircles · 6 months

Text

1955 Chevrolet 210

TECH CHECK Owner: Eric Mead, Evansville, Indiana Vehicle: ’55 Chevrolet 210

Engine Type: BluePrint Engines Chevrolet LS3 Displacement: 376 ci Compression Ratio: 10.7:1 Bore: 4.070 inches Stroke: 3.622 inches Cylinder Heads: BluePrint Engines aluminum Camshaft: BluePrint Engines hydraulic roller (0.612/0.585-inch lift, 225/238 deg. duration) Ignition: E38 Engine PCM Assembly: BluePrint Engines Exhaust: Church Boys Racing by Stainless Works 1-7/8-inch primaries to 3-inch collector and 2.5-inch stainless pipes bent by Dave Favor’s Performance Exhaust, MagnaFlow Mufflers Ancillaries: Holley mid-mount accessory drive, PRC radiator and core support, SPAL Fans Output: 530 hp at 6,100 rpm, 508 lb-ft at 5,200 rpm

Drivetrain Transmission: ’99 GM 4L80E Automatic with TransGo valvebody kit prepared by Wathen’s Transmission (Owensboro, KY) Torque Converter: FTI Billet 3,200 stall Driveshaft: Driveline Plus Rear Axle: Strange Engineering 9-inch with Truetrac differential, 3.70 gears, 35-spline axles

Chassis Chassis: Roadster Shop SPEC Front Suspension: Strange single-adjustable coilovers, stabilizer bar Rear Suspension: Strange single-adjustable coilovers, parallel four-link, Panhard bar Brakes: Baer four-wheel disc, 12-inch front rotors with four-piston calipers, 11-inch rear rotors with four-piston calipers, Baer Remaster master cylinder

Wheels & Tires Wheels: Bogart Racing Wheels D-5; 17×4.5 front with 2.25-inch backspace, 15×10 rear with 5.5-inch backspace Tires: Mickey Thompson Sportsman S/R front, 26×6.00R17; Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S rear, 295/55R15

Interior Upholstery: Holtsclaw Custom Upholstery (Francisco, IN) Carpet: Cars Inc. black loop carpet Seats: Original bench seat with black-and-white vinyl Delray pattern Steering: Summit steering column with Eddie Motorsports steering wheel Shifter: Lokar Dash: Original Instrumentation: Dakota Digital VHX HVAC: Vintage Air Wiring: American Autowire by Andy’s Hot Rod Shop (Mulkeytown, IL)

Exterior Bodywork and Paint: Reisinger Custom Rebuilding (Evansville, IN) and Andy’s Hot Rod Shop Paint: Sateen Silver/white by James Smith of Road Runner Restorations (Johnston City, IL) Hood: Stock Grille: Danchuk Bumpers: Danchuk Glass: Auto City Classics Fuel Tank: 15.5-gallon Tanks Inc. galvanized powedercoated silver

#Chevrolet 210 #chevrolet #car #cars #street rod

105 notes · View notes

blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

Text

His doings - Samuel Lafferty x fem reader Part.2

warning : +18, smut, p in v, riding, teasing, passive/active reader, passive/active Samuel, fluff, comfort, drinking, implied murder if you read between the lines, kissing, cheating, minors don't interact

Part.1

masterlist

The sun was still high above Utah, as it always was. It still illuminated the surroundings, the houses and the inhabitants, the church with its cross. Yes, the sun illuminated everything. And so did the red-painted car that was driving along the road towards house 13 to pack up. The mother behind the wheel still had the same red lipstick on her lips that matched the nail polish on her fingers.

The suit she wore especially for work had been pressing on her breasts for hours because the buttons were just too tight. But she had to get through the last seven hours. She had experienced worse and yet she was glad when she was back home and could just tear the clothes off her body. However, there was joy in her eyes, but also exhaustion - the working day had been long and exhausting.

Customers wanted to have their kitchens renewed again and again with the most diverse designs. So she had to take more than one involuntary smoke break to get some fresh air. But she had done a good job and was all the more pleased to have the weekend behind her. Ellie is good at grandma's she thought, remembering how her little daughter had jumped into her grandma's arms when she had brought the girl there on Friday morning.

The smooching and kissing until her mum was forgotten, at least for the moment, because Grandma's pancakes were too tempting. Which meant she had the house to herself and could not only relax but also had time for herself, which she could and wanted to try out on many levels. At least that was the plan. Driving the last few metres to her house, she parked the car in the driveway and got out.

She was just about to disappear into her house when she saw a letter peeking out of her letterbox. ,,The mail wasn't delivered today, was it?" she asked herself, slightly confused, and took the letter before going inside and closing the door. As the door closed she sighed in annoyance and exhaustion before wriggling out of her suit jacket and unbuttoning her blouse before taking off her bra and throwing it into a corner.

Dressed only in her tights and high heels and a skirt, she went into her bedroom where she stripped down to her underwear and slipped into a comfortable bathrobe before going into the bathroom and turning on the hot water for a relaxing bath. ,,I've earned it," she murmured and filled the vanilla bubble bath before scurrying into the kitchen. On the way there, she turned on her little TV and listened to the news before she finally found what she had been wanting to treat herself to for weeks.

I deserve this she thought with a smile and opened the expensive whiskey she had received from her ex-husband as a lucky charm for the new house, so to speak. She didn't care how much it cost, she was just glad to have something at all. Grabbing a suitable glass and tipping the brownish liquid into it, she turned it slightly. She watched the whiskey dance and smirked at it before taking the first sip and sighing with pleasure. She had really earned it.

She checked the bathtub again, but it took a moment before she sat down on the couch and sipped her whiskey again. Half listening to the news, she glanced at the letter in the corner of her eye. I hope it's not already a birthday present list from Ellie, she thought, still remembering well the one from a year ago. Too well to be more precise. This time she put the thought and the incident aside and took the letter and reached into her hair where she pulled out the small but pointed hairpin.

With the help of this she opened the letter and went into the bathroom again where she turned off the water and sat down on the edge of the bath. ,,Samuel Lafferty" she read his name out loud and thought she would fall into the bath. She hadn't forgotten her little session with him, it had been a good week and a half and, except for three days ago, his marks were still on her neck. Which, to her chagrin, could only be sparsely covered with make-up.

Not that she didn't find the idea erotic or attractive, but she did get a few strange looks when she wore a thin scarf in the warm temperatures. She continued to read the letter hastily, not knowing whether to drown herself or jump for joy. ,,A BBQ...with the whole family" she mumbled in bewilderment and slipped out of the last of her clothes before lying down in the tub and sighing with pleasure.

The warmth of the water and the soothing smell worked wonders. Keeping her eyes closed for a moment, she simply enjoyed the peace and quiet and the water. Before she held the letter in front of her and continued reading, although the occasion was quite tasty, she didn't quite know if she should be happy.

The Laffertys were one of the best-known families, and not just among the Mormons. Practically everyone had heard the name and at least a little of the story. He's got a wife and probably kids...hell, his whole family will be there and me? she racked her brains over it and dived completely under the water to banish any noise and be alone with her thoughts for a moment.

Only a few moments later she resurfaced out of thin air and wiped the water dripping from her face. Taking another look at the letter, she saw that the BBQ was scheduled for late noon tomorrow. A good time not to be completely burnt by the sun but also not too late to be too exhausted. She stared down the words trying to read something from them but it remained a simple invitation.

Nothing would change but the grin on her lips increased and she had to hand it to him. They both seemed to evoke a spark of sin and forbiddenness in each other and she fucking liked it. ,,Fuck it" she decided, putting the letter aside before grabbing her shampoo to slowly finish her bath as she would stay in the warm water for a while.

Only when the water slowly began to get cold and her hair slowly began to dry in the slightly up-do with her hair clip did she get out of the tub. Where she practically threw herself into her soft bathrobe and then went back into the living room where she turned to her whiskey again and lay down on the couch with relish. ,,Nothing like the last of the whiskey and a relaxing sofa," she murmured as she concentrated on the television and relaxed. But it didn't take much and as she flicked through the channels she was soon asleep. A sleep she desperately needed.

It was only when someone knocked on her door and rang the bell that she winced and the sleep left her body. Her eyelids were heavy and she rubbed her eyes, half muttering, half confused. Before she rolled over, which caused her to fall off the couch and curse.

There was no worse way to be woken up. ,,I'm coming, damn it!" she shouted and hurried to the door, opening it abruptly to see a confused and slightly frightened postman. ,,Morning, Mam, you've got a special delivery" he said, pushing a small parcel into her hand and disappearing as quickly as he had come.

Still drunk on sleep, she first made herself a cup of coffee before taking a little care of her now dishevelled hair and bringing it under control before treating herself to her cup of coffee. Nothing better than coffee she thought and took a sip of the drink, which was actually still slightly too hot, but which she happily received and sat down on the couch with the package, still slightly tired.

When she opened it, she found a simple but pretty sound. Looking outside she found the sun shining brightly, but she vaguely remembered the weather forecast that said it wouldn't be too warm. The perfect occasion for a sound. Taking the garment from the parcel, she examined it. It was a silky fabric, light yet simple, before she wrapped it around her neck.

Before she saw the other material inside and took it out. At first she thought it was a little folded blanket but it was actually a dress. ,,Pretty," she mumbled and spread the dress out on the couch. It was a dark black dress with a dark red embroidered flower pattern. The thing that was more than present, however, was the wide neckline that forced her not to wear a bra without ruining the pretty picture.

She had a few dresses that were a little more erotic, so to speak, but this one. Maybe if she was going out partying, but like this, although she would lie about not liking it. Looking into the package again she found a small note in fine handwriting that she knew from somewhere, Wear this today.

Her eyes showed recognition as she hurried into the bathroom where she took the letter back and compared the handwriting. ,,Samuel" came his name from her lips and she lay down on the couch next to the dress. Is he that taken with me? she asked herself and didn't know if she should be scared or just arrogant that he was so taken with her. Whereas she was just as addicted to him. ,,True sinner....just like the incident" she murmured and gave a slight laugh before she looked at the clock and saw that she still had enough time to get ready.

Because even if she wore the dress and the scarf, it wouldn't make her sins go away. Hell he had cheated on his wife, she had only gone for it...she had done greater sin to get here. She could still feel the weight of the knife, she would never forget it.

Grabbing the dress and the sound she went happily humming to her room where she began to dress. The dress to her surprise more than fitted her body. It hugged her hips and torso, with the neckline hugging her breasts perfectly and bordering on the too posh and almost too erotic.

Before it ended just below her knees and hugged her legs. A perfect dress before she lightly wrapped the scarf around her neck and decided to wear her smaller gold earrings. He was good for something after all she thought as she put on the expensive earrings for her anniversary.

Walking over to the large mirror in her room, she turned slightly and nodded in satisfaction as she decided to put on some more make-up. Reaching for her favourite red lipstick, she applied it to her lips before looking at herself again in the smaller mirror. It's not supposed to look like a whore she thought and almost smiled but her outfit was not biblical or pious but that was the fun.

How far could the border go before Jesus would punish her? Smiling, she packed a few things into a small bag and found an unopened bottle of wine in her house, which she took as a gift before stepping into her black heels and making her way out of the house with one last look in the mirror.

Luckily she knew where Samuel's house was and it was only a few minutes walk away. On the way there, she greeted a few neighbours and even received a compliment or two on the dress, but of course she couldn't help but get a few judgmental looks.

Before she arrived just a few moments later in front of the house which was not really different from the others. Taking a last breath and adjusting her dress, she rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door.

She saw a figure come to the door and felt her excitement rise as it was an older man who looked at her with a smile but his look showed confusion. ,,Can I help you Miss?" he asked, seeming almost concerned that something had happened to her or that she was lost. ,,Hello, I'm Y/n the new neighbour, Samuel Lafferty invited me in," she introduced herself and held out her hand to the older man, who took it and invited her in, closing the door. ,,My son Samuel, yes he mentioned you briefly, tell me my other son cleaned your house, didn't he?" he asked and led her through the living room and kitchen towards the garden where she already found some people.

Walking out the door, she arrived in the garden and saw everyone turning to her as if she were Jesus himself. In the crowd she recognised Samuel and his wife who both came happily towards her before she also recognised Ron who waved to her and seemed happy that she had come. ,,I wasn't sure what was appropriate but that's why I brought this," she said and handed Sam the wine which he accepted with a smile.

But his embrace was longer than necessary, his hand was on her back and she felt as if he was checking that she really wasn't wearing a bra and he could just see that. Someone wants to start early she thought and broke away from him, letting his bright eyes wander over her body. Before she introduced herself to the others she was quickly swarmed by the many children who all wanted to know and if she would play with them to which she could do nothing but say yes.

The children wanted to play from tag to hide and seek to painting and again to tag. It was fun even if the dress was not the best choice, but despite all the time she felt that someone was looking at her. As if someone was looking at her the whole time after she arrived.

Some time later she heard a bell ring and saw everyone sitting down at the long tables. ,,Come over here, there's room!" she heard Sam say as he pointed to a chair next to her and she thanked him and sat down. She saw the older man who was the head of the family start to say a prayer and everyone suddenly closed their eyes and prayed. Should I do the same? she asked herself and was about to put her hands together and close her eyes when she felt something against hers.

Wincing in shock, she pushed up with her leg, causing the table to wobble and the soda in her glass to spill on her dress. ,,Shit...sorry I thought there was something on my leg" she apologised and saw Samuel stand up as well and give his father a look she couldn't quite read. ,,Don't worry I'll show you where the bathroom is" the brown haired man said and grabbed her wrist before pulling her behind him.

Before the door to the garden opened and closed and she felt his grip on her hand. ,,Someone can hardly wait," she murmured and smiled when she heard him exhale insecurely and turn to face her. But she saw that he was looking behind them to make sure no one was following.

But no one came after them. Since she didn't know her way around the house, she had no choice but to follow him and without a word he led her up one floor where he stopped in the hallway and seemed slightly unsure of where to go. ,,Too impatient to think," she giggled and pulled away from his grasp before taking him by the hand and simply walking into the next best room with him.

Closing the door and locking it, she turned back to Samuel and saw his fascinated yet excited look. ,,So you sent this to me?" she asked him the obvious, playing a little with the sonic that she pulled a little tighter around her neck.

Saw his eyes follow her fingers and he licked his lips as he took in her image. ,,Yeah...I did" he replied and she saw him slowly lose himself more and more in her. Before he came closer to her and she pulled him against her. Saw how he came closer and closer to her, saw his bright eyes drenched in lust. Felt the same something on her leg and saw that he slowly pulled up her dress.

His fingers slowly moved up her body and she couldn't help smiling. ,,So you did it on purpose...naughty sinner" she purred and overcame the last bit between them and engaged him in a kiss. He sighed and was glad that he could finally feel her again as if he could hardly wait. ,,Yeah" he murmured and she thought she had never seen him so embarrassed and excited. Cute.

Running her hands over his body, she undid the buttons of his shirt as quickly as she could and lightly scratched the warm skin of his body before undoing the braid and tangling her hand in his hair. Before she tugged on it lightly and heard a gasp from him before it came loose and they both undressed hastily.

Faster and faster knowing they didn't have that much time before she pushed him lightly onto the large double bed and dove over him. ,,What was that about cheating in the Bible again?" she asked teasingly, kissing her way down his neck.

Made him sigh and gasp as she bit him. He was about to say something, only to press himself into the pillow as his hands roamed over her naked body, catching the sound. ,,Shut up you put that thing on who's the sinner here?" he replied forcing her to kiss him again with the sound as if he couldn't get enough of her. She felt the soft material close tighter and tighter around her neck, a pleasant squeeze, but she saw that something was there. Something inside her wanted to see how far he had his biblical pride before it broke.

Breaking away from the kiss she continued to mackle him before letting a hand wander to his shaft which was already half aroused. Giving his length a few movements he seemed to choke on his words and groaned. His hands went to her hips and he tried to push her to his length. She smirked, realising that he wanted to have due control, God's word the will of the man over the woman. Taking the sound from his neck she saw his confusion and something like fear flash.

As if he was afraid she would hit him or something. Was he? she dared to ask, but pushed it back and gently put a hand on his cheek. She saw the fear disappear before she said calmly, ,,It's okay, I won't hurt you, look," before she took the scarf and slowly ran it over his skin. Watched him sigh in curiosity at the new feeling of peace and devotion.

Saw his cheek flush before she wrapped the sound around his eyes, saw him rebel against it for a moment before she soothed him with kisses. ,,Relax Sam...I'm here just enjoy it be good for me" she mumbled in his ear kissing his cheeks, his lips down his torso.

Feeling the sounds over his lips become more begging. She let her thumb wander over the sensitive nipples and felt him move his hips slightly and gasp before she explored his body further and felt that he was fully aroused.

Taking care of him a little more she repositioned herself slightly and settled down on him moaning and watching him throw his head into the pillow. ,,Please" she heard the almost pathetic sound from his lips and she felt his hands almost powerlessly pressing her onto his cock. She smirked and let him try to create more excitement and movement between them.

She listened to his sounds with pleasure and felt the excitement run through her body. ,,Such a good boy. Here's your reward," she murmured, taking off his blindfold and seeing something that made her sigh. He was beautiful. His hair slightly tousled, his mouth slightly open irregular breathing and whimpering came over his lips.

His beautiful light blue eyes slightly watery tears had stained the blindfold. ,,You look beautiful," she crooned and kissed him again as she began to move. Finding a rhythm with her hips that satisfied her and him. Watching him make a slight countermovement with his hips, trying to increase his arousal.

Before he let his hands wander over her hips up to her breasts. She moaned as he began to massage the sensitive nipples lightly between his fingers. She saw the brief brokenness of his family disappear and the lust, his conviction and his will return. As he sat up slightly and buried his hand in her hair to pull her into an intimate kiss.

Struggling intently for dominance and control, seeking arousal and wanting more. Picking up the pace she threw her head back slightly feeling him groan and let his hands continue to roam over her body. Caught up in the pleasure, she was barely aware of her surroundings and would have made a startled noise out of fear when someone opened a door in the hallway.

She moaned as Samuel suddenly pulled her around so suddenly before he just kept moving and put his hand on her mouth. ,,Quiet" she heard him whisper softly and moaned against his hand, which only came out muffled. His thrusts were faster and she could almost hear his heartbeat, the idea that they might be caught in sin seemed to excite him and she clung to him tightly, moving her hips to his and her hands scraping his back.

Making him groan and feel him mackle her neck again, one hickey and bite bigger than the other. ,,Mine...ah-all mine" she heard his lust soaked voice and tried to make out what was going on in the hallway but it had gone silent. Either the person was gone or still in the other room. It didn't stop Sam from continuing to speed up, though, and it didn't stop her from wrapping her legs lightly around him and pulling him against her.

Getting more of that feeling of pleasure and release. Feeling his skin crawl as she ran her fingernails over his back again, knowing it was leaving stripes. ,,Sam-Samuel...ah-I'm close" she informed him, moving faster, feeling his speed and rhythm become more uneven, knowing he was getting closer to his own orgasm. He felt himself kissing along her body again, engaging her in a kiss.

Before, just a few moments later, their orgasm came over them and he clung to the headboard of the bed for a moment. She felt the warmth as he pulled out of her, only a moment later, back against her thigh. Heard him murmur something but not quite understand it and lay down next to her for a moment.

He felt him take the bed linen and run it between her thighs to clean her. ,,Glory and cleanliness before marriage," she murmured with a giggle and reached for her and his surrounding clothes and slowly got dressed again, watching him smirk slightly. ,,A Mormon has to stay away from the devil," he said and she heard something like amusement in it before he buttoned his shirt and was about to get up from the bed when she stood in front of him.

She let her hand wander through his hair and played with a strand. ,,Even if the devil sees right through you and has you in his clutches already?" she left the question open and gave him a smile before placing a hand on his cheek.

She saw him lean against it briefly before she pulled it away and gave him one last look before she said, ,,You've been a good husband to me," and walked out of the room. The red lipstick on her lips was still present. The devil kept her smile. She always did.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@707otto

#under the banner of heaven #under the banner of heaven samuel lafferty #samuel lafferty #samuel lafferty x reader #rory culkin #smut #reader is female #implied death #riding #+18 content #p in v #teasing #fluff #comfort #drinking #implied murder #kissing #cheating

50 notes · View notes