#they've got little snacks and drinks and shit

[callme-holly]

hey! i love your johnny cade fics <3 if you’re still taking requests and you like the idea could you write one where reader is part of the group but is sneaking around with johnny, keeping their new relationship from the gang, but there’s really cute secret smiles/touches/hand holding 🥹 and then maybe one of them is just like, you two really are not subtle, we know about it (i feel like this would be dally😅) thank you 🫶🏼 ps sorry if too specific

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I'm so sorry for how long this took me to write I had a huge drama exam and things were crazy but I'm back now!! This was super fun to write so I hope ya'll enjoy this and, as always, my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 2.5k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing !!

0.1 - ‘hey, was that Johnny?’

It’s early evening by the time the gang reach The Nightly Double, with the sun sinking low over the horizon and casting long shadows onto the sidewalk. It’s the first time in a while they've all been able to do something together, something outside of work, or school, or fighting, and most are glad for it. So glad in fact that they hardly noticed they’re two members short.

—

“You want me to get you somethin’?” Johnny mumbles, squeezing your hand gently as you both wander past the concession stand, searching for some seats tucked a little further back and away from prying eyes. 

You hum and glance over to the stand. The line for snacks and drinks isn’t too long; there are only a few people waiting ahead, but you have no doubt that it will be much longer a little later on when the cars of socs start to roll in. 

“Sure, if you don’t mind…” You murmur, turning your attention back to Johnny as he leads you  through the small crowd of people, pausing once you both reach the end of the queue. He shoots you a soft, crooked grin before dropping his head a little to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

“What’d you want?” He asks after he pulls back, and you can’t help but smile warmly, leaning a little into his side as you get closer to the counter. 

“Just a pepsi will do me.” You reply lightly, and he gives a short nod, reaching into his pocket to scrape together enough cash for the drink. 

Noticing this, you frown just a bit, and grab at his forearm to try and stop him. 

“Johnny, I didn't think you meant you'd pay–”

He turns those beautiful, dark eyes back to yours and shakes his head, giving a small shrug. “It's no big deal.” 

“But–” 

“No, really,” He insists quietly as you both reach the counter. “I’ve got it.” 

There’s really no arguing with him, and so, with one last lingering look, you release his arm and watch with a sigh as he orders your drinks and slides the change across the counter. You purse your lips for a moment, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder.

“You didn’t have to do that. I’ve got the money, you know.” 

Johnny only hums in response, pressing a quick kiss to your hair. “It’s fine. I wanted to.” 

He hands you your pepsi, taking your hand in his as you both turn, about to return to your hunt for seats once more, when you notice an all-too-familiar group of greasers standing in line. 

You frown briefly before glancing up at Johnny, who follows your gaze, his eyes widening. 

“Shit…” He’s quick to drop your hand, turning so that his back is to the gang. You follow suit, tucking yourself into Johnny’s side as you both try to blend in with the passing wave of teens around you.

The two of you keep your heads down, keeping your pace as even as possible as you move past the group of boys, their laughter ringing out as they make small jabs at each other. They seem so caught up in whatever is going on around them that you and Johnny manage to slip away without being noticed. Or, at least, you think you do.

—

“Hey, Ponyboy, what the hell are you lookin’ at?” 

Two-bit slams a hand down on the boy’s shoulder, effectively drawing his attention away from the passing crowd and back to the rowdiness of the gang. By now, they have all stopped with their teasing, their eyes not-so-subtly scanning the swarms of people around them.  

Pony shakes his head, scuffing the toe of his shoe into the ground and shrugging. “Ain’t nothin’... Just thought I saw Johnny.” 

Dallas snorts. “Johnny?” He laughs a little incredulously. “The kid swore he ain't comin' out tonight. Said he was busy, man.”

“Well, maybe he lied.” 

Steve raises a brow. “Why would he lie? If he wanted to catch a movie, he would've tagged along with us.” 

Pony’s face twists, and he glances back once more before shaking his head. “Nah, you're right. Guess I'm just seeing stuff, huh?”

Darry places a hand on his shoulder and squeezes. “It’s all that smoke gettin' to your head.” He teases, and the boy rolls his eyes, shrugging off his brother. 

“Whatever.”

0.2 - ‘you guys are here alone?’  

The diner is packed full; groups of teens are huddled around tables and scattered throughout various booths, most either talking amongst themselves or causing nothing but trouble. 

You and Johnny are tucked away in a booth you had claimed at the very back, the two of you hunched over the tabletop, a plate of fries and two milkshakes sitting between you. Your hands are entwined, and Johnny’s thumb is stroking absently over your knuckles as he watches you talk. His dark eyes shine with nothing but affection, and he can't help but lean in to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

You pause, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you meet his eyes again. 

“What was that for?” 

Johnny shrugs, growing sheepish, as he takes a sip of his milkshake. 

“Just because.” He mumbles softly, looking away again; however, as he does so, he catches sight of something, or rather someone, out the window. “Uh oh…” 

You turn to follow his gaze and sigh inwardly as you see Soda and Steve coming through the doors to the diner, both boys sporting their DX uniforms as they scan the crowds for an empty table. You and Johnny sink low in your seats, doing your best to hide behind your discarded menus, but it's too late. 

“Johnnycake! Y/n!” Soda calls out with a grin and a wave, sauntering up to you and Johnny’s booth, Steve hot on his heels. They both sit themselves down, Steve stealing a couple of fries and shovelling them into his mouth as he does so, before shooting you a bright grin.

“Fancy seeing ya’ll here, huh?” He comments, reaching out to take a sip from your milkshake too, scowling as you slap his hand away. 

“Get your own shake.” You snap irritably, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Don’t you like the company we bring?” Soda grins good-naturedly, and Johnny meets your gaze across the table, offering a small apologetic smile. 

You let out a long breath, feeling annoyance and a little exasperation course through your veins, but you knew better than to send the two greasers on their way. It will only raise suspicion, and that’s the last thing you need right now. You and Johnny are keeping your relationship a secret for a reason, and knowing Steve and his big mouth, you can bet half the town would know by morning. 

You’re broken from your thoughts when Soda leans forward, resting one elbow atop the table, propping up his chin with his free hand.

“Say, where's Dallas? Ain't he with you?”

Johnny shakes his head. “Nah, he’s still sleepin’ off a hangover.”

Soda blinks and then frowns. He tilts his head. “Two-bit?” 

“He ain’t here either.” Johnny replies simply, glancing at you again just as Steve pipes up.

“So, what, you’re both here alone?” 

The question catches you off guard, and you find yourself flushing a little beneath their scrutiny. 

What are they getting at? 

“Well, yeah.” 

Soda and Steve stare at you for a moment, their gazes moving towards Johnny before returning to you once more. They share a knowing glance, and for one fleeting moment, you're afraid they've caught on—that they've finally put two and two together and realised exactly what has been going on between you and Johnny. But then, after another brief moment passes, both boys just shrug, and Steve goes to take another handful of fries, the conversation seemingly forgotten.

You meet Johnny's gaze from across the table once more, offering him a small smile as you both reach for your milkshakes, your fingers brushing lightly. 

Looks like you'll have to wait a little longer for some time alone. 

0.3 -  unwanted company… again

You and Johnny wander aimlessly, your arms linked loosely together as you both pass slowly through the streets. 

It’s quiet out and relatively deserted, only the occasional car trundling past in the opposite direction, headlights flickering against the pair of you as it goes. You cast a sidelong glance at Johnny as he continues to lead the way, his steps leisurely and relaxed. 

There's a light flush to his cheeks from the excessive summer air, his dark bangs falling in front of his eyes and sticking to his forehead. You want nothing more than to stop, to push back the strands, and you just can’t help yourself as you pause and tug him back, your lips brushing softly against his cheek. 

His eyes widen at your action, shooting you a shy smile as your fingers card through his hair, tucking it behind his ears as best you can.

“That's better,” you concede after a moment, pulling back to admire your handy work and smiling fondly when one stray strand falls back into his eyes.  

“Much better,” Johnny nods, linking your fingers together and leading you on once more. “C’mon, we got places to be.” 

That, of course, is a lie. You two aren't doing anything except wasting time, trying to make up for all the moments lost since the incident at the diner. The two of you have managed to avoid any questions from the gang, keeping your interactions limited to quick kisses when nobody is looking and soft smiles from across the room. That is, until today, of course.

Your fingers lace in a loose hold with Johnny’s, your hand fitting neatly into his, as the two of you walk along in silence. It had been tough getting away from the others, even if it was only for a few minutes, and it seemed that, no matter where you went, someone was always there to interrupt the two of you. You'd tried to sneak away to get some privacy, but each time you did, at least one of the guys seemed determined to tag along.

But this time you were lucky. It seemed as though you had managed to get away without anyone finding out and, for once, it was just you and Johnny. 

Or so you thought… 

“Hey!”  Someone shouts from behind you and, almost instinctively, you and Johnny jump apart, trying not to let your panic show as you turn around to see not only Two-bit, but Ponyboy too, running across the street to meet you guys. Johnny’s face drops and you let out a huff as Two slings an arm over your shoulders, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Say, Y/N, whatcha doing hanging out with someone like Johnnycake, huh?” He teases, causing the boy’s cheeks to flush  red.

“Shut up…” He mutters softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as Pony comes to stand beside him. “What do ya’ll want?” 

Two-bit cocks his brow, a devious smirk spreading across his lips. “Aw, c'mon, is our presence  really that unappealing to you?”

Johnny narrows his eyes at his friend, glancing back at you to gauge your reaction. You shrug helplessly, unable to hide your slightly annoyed expression, as the two greasers begin to walk alongside you. 

Another date crashed spectacularly before it had even started… again… and another close call. 

0.4 - a ‘not-so-secret’ secret 

The gang is all gathered in the living room of the Curtis House, scattered about in various states of entertainment, talking amongst one another or watching whatever is playing on the TV. You're perched on the arm of the couch, trying your best to listen to whatever it is the pony is telling you; however, your gaze keeps occasionally drifting to the front door as you wait anxiously for Johnny to show up. 

It's almost seven thirty now, and already a million different thoughts are racing through your mind, ranging from ‘what if’s’ to 'maybe...', but eventually, your curiosity wins out and you can't help but ask.

“Where’s Johnny?” 

Pony pauses mid-story, turning slightly to look at you before casting you a confused glance.

“Huh?”

“I mean…” You wrack your brain for something else to say, a faint blush dusted across your cheeks and making your skin feel clammy. “He hasn't shown up yet, and normally he's one of the first to arrive. I just wondered where he was.” 

There's a small silence, and Ponyboy shrugs, glancing at the door himself, and then back at you. “Dunno. Maybe he couldn't make it. You know how tough things are for him.” 

You sigh softly, biting your bottom lip. A sudden fear grows within you as your mind fills with images of Johnny in various states of hurt or distress. You know, if he wasn't going to come tonight, he would have called at least to let you know. His absence doesn’t bode well. 

“Yeah,” You say quietly, shaking your head as you try to dispel the unpleasant thoughts, glancing around briefly as you realise that everyone has gone quiet at your mention of Johnny. “Yeah, maybe.” 

Pony nods, giving you a reassuring smile, and slowly everyone goes back to their previous tasks, but, despite yourself, the anxiety remains in the pit of your stomach. You keep glancing towards the hallway every few seconds, your heart beating rapidly in your chest and your palms beginning to sweat slightly. 

Your breath hitches at the sound of the screen door opening, your attention snapping to the doorway to find Johnny, his hair dishevelled and clothes rumpled, but otherwise appearing fine. He meets your gaze, and, in a flash, you are up, rushing to greet him. 

The gang all share knowing looks, exchanging amused glances between one another.

Things are really starting to add up… 

“Say, how come I didn’t get no greetin’ like that?” Two-bit feigns offence, placing his hand over his heart as you and Johnny part awkwardly. 

“Well,” You start, clearing your throat, before glancing at Johnny once more. “Um…” You trail off, realising that there's only one way to go with this.

So, taking a deep, steady breath, you step forward and grasp Johnny's hand in your own, squeezing tightly. He returns the gesture with equal intensity, his thumb caressing your knuckles gently.

“We're dating…”  You mumble, barely loud enough for anybody else to hear, although you could swear that the entire group freezes for a beat.

A beat that seems to last forever.

And then:

“We know.”

You turn to look at Dallas, who is lounging across the couch, his legs stretched out before him, a cigarette held loosely between his lips as he regards you calmly and nonchalantly.

“What do you mean you knew?” Johnny asks incredulously. The greaser waves his hand dismissively. 

“Ya’ll aren’t as subtle as you think.” He grins lazily, “Besides, I figured it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

You roll your eyes at Dallas, and instead of voicing a reply, you pull Johnny closer by the hand and lean up for a kiss, ignoring the cheers and shouts that erupt from around you.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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[pictureinme]

hcs for taking care of cillian charcters when they’re sick & when you get sick in return?

thank you thank you for this! i decided to put a few more characters for this, i love the concept LOL

patricia 'kitten' braden

» she is the epitome of 'woe is me' when she's sick - pillows upon pillows, tissues everywhere, a hand upon her forehead as she wears her most extravagant nightgown... she has appearances to keep up! » she requests you to dote on her every need - spoon-feeding her soup, putting on her favorite records and lighting the loveliest of candles when the overhead light is just too much to bear » once she recovers, you've fallen just as ill - she apologizes PROFUSELY for making you kiss her constantly, but how could she abstain from you?! » she cooks for you, making sure you're getting every single nutrient to heal fast - picture soups full of veggies, assorted fruit, and, frankly, disgusting smoothies because she read about it in cosmo

neil lewis

» honestly pathetically arrogant, let's be real - swears he's just fine, tries to keep running the store but he sneezed on a copy of 'dr. strangelove' a customer was trying to rent and lucien kicked him out (for everyone's benefit) » once you have him at home, he wears three masks and gloves, spraying everything down with lysol for fear of getting you sick - the only thing he accepts from you is little snacks and the meds he forgot » you somehow get sick despite his best efforts ... even though he did make you throw out all of his various tissues - he immediately goes to webmd with whatever symptoms you present & definitely micromanages your meds schedule » asks marcia and her husband for advice, but only kind they've got is related to their little bundle of joy - they do, however, send him back home with a fuck ton of goodies for you to wake up to from your sickly nap

emma skillpa

» hides her sickness from you as long as possible, to the point of her passing out mid cleaning - luckily you catch her, and she is beyond embarrassed. "oh, please don't worry, i'll be back on my feet in no time!" » you carry her up the stairs, laying her on her bed, and she can't help but swoon at your control of the situation - she tells you exactly the things she needs, sometimes attempting to get out of bed herself to get them. she already has some soup frozen in the ice box, so all you have to do is thaw them » she goes full emma mode when you've fallen ill after taking such good care of her - calls your place of work, telling them you've fallen deathly ill and need a week off (what a gem she is). makes sure you drink every last bit of soup, no ifs or buts » genuinely does not let you leave the bedroom for the entire week, even if you've already recovered by that point - spends time with you, of course, but she has lots to do around the house! maybe being held captive by emma wasn't so bad, hm?

jackson rippner

» cannot STAND being sick, especially with the delays in his job that could occur - however, he very much enjoys you doting on him like his little caretaker. he can't resist playing house » makes sure you attend to his every need, especially while wearing a cute little outfit (nurse costume unnecessary, but not out of the question) - "come on, do a little spin for me, it's the least you can do. i'm a sick man who needs his meds from his oh so sexy wife!" » you falling ill was not in the itinerary, but he loves how cute you look bundled up in the sheets - he pokes fun at you, but still gets you all the stuff you need » if he has to leave for a job in the middle of your sickness, he leaves you with a nest of items you could ever possibly need, as well as an on-call doctor he knows for... reasons - "i'll just be a few states away, but if shit gets serious, don't hesitate to call my burner. yes, i need it for this job, i don't know why. please stop asking so many questions."

jonathan crane

» you can barely tell he's sick for the first few days, but you notice the redness around his nose - when you bring it up, he immediately shoots you down. "darling, if i was sick, i couldn't be doing my job, now could i?" » meanwhile, the next time you see him, he's passed out in his office chair with tissues stuffed in his pocket like a lapel. you bring him back to your place so he can properly rest - he wakes up confused, but silently grateful for the glass of water and medicine you placed on the nightstand next to him » having him stay at your place got you sick pretty fast, and you couldn't believe how he was surviving with the level of congestion you're having - he stays home from work enough to dote on you in his own special way, taking note of your symptoms to properly take care of you » he only goes to the office a few times to bring you back some high doses of medicine you couldn't get over the counter at a cvs, so you could heal as fast as possible - "i know the pills are bigger than normal, but you only have to take them once a day for the rest of the week. don't be such a crybaby."

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #neil lewis x reader #emma skillpa x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader

[egittae]

[ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] ; pals in another life... unless?

morion grins, clacking his glass against lambert's for the who-knows-how-many-th time that night. drinking with a buddy is one of the best ways he knows how to pass the time; nothing quite like getting smashed with a friend!

he's not quite sure how many beers in he is---he lost track after the whatever-th time he got his glass refilled. as his hand reaches towards the bowl at the center of the table (for he desires another handful of salty snacks!), he grins sloppily but with endless charm. "ya know, s' not often i get to do this," he remarks through a mouthful of cashews. "go drinkin' with people. much as i wish i could. so m' glad we could do it tonight!"

after inhaling almost all of the cashews on the table, morion realizes how terribly rude he's being. he obviously needs to give nuts to his pal, too! "whoops. sorry, didn't realize how much of these things i put away," he mutters, trying and failing more times than should be necessary to pick up the single cashew left in the bowl. "here. you c'n have it." he attempts to feed it to lambert, misses, and watches as it falls into his beard instead.

to be a good friend one must always be ready to rectify their mistakes. "damn! how bad am i, huh?!" morion laughs at his own incompetence. if diamant saw him like this, he'd drag morion out by his ear for getting so hammered. "seriously, i'm not usually this shit at holdin' a cashew, for dragonssake... here, let me get it."

as any normal person would do, morion leans in to take the cashew... with his mouth. he doesn't trust his hands not to slap lambert at this point. at least the worst he can do this way is, like, bite him or something.

morion gets so close he can smell the night on lambert---alcohol, the outside air, and his natural scent mix together into something almost more intoxicating than the beer he's been throwing back. this smell is so interesting to him that he pauses mid-movement just to experience it a little more. is this normal? hell no. does he care? motherfucker, he's trying to take a cashew out of his friend(?)'s beard with his mouth. of course he doesn't care.

...but lambert probably does. it wasn't like he'd been invited to give his buddy a weirdly homoromantic sniff or two; morion's been sitting there with his mouth dangerously close to lambert's lips for longer than any reasonable amount of time. he won't go there. not when all they've been is friends.

"s'rry," comes morion's muffled, almost defeated-sounding grunt as he pulls himself back. "you, uh. you can get that. wouldn't be right of me t'eat that when i was just tryin' to give it to ya."

[ tw: mention of alcohol/being drunk ]

Cheeks red from the alcohol, his body relaxed and his mind unable to really focus on anything for too long but at the same time not too scattered to the point he couldn’t think straight. He was just buzzed, having a good time. Lambert could tell that he had been thankfully blessed with a fairly good tolerance to alcohol, as all he felt was at best a comfortable fun buzz.

That guy however, was on another level. They hadn’t even gotten that many drinks yet and the guy was already slurring his speech all over, barely able to even grab a cashew. Or perhaps it was Lambert who was able to down volumes of alcohol without it affecting him too much...either way. The blond simply watched, smiling as he tried to hold back a laugh as Morion continued his struggles with the small salted nut only for it to swiftly land on Lambert’s own beard.

He couldn’t not laugh at that, the sound hearty and warm. “I think that perhaps you have had too many drinks, my fellow.” It wasn’t meant to be a dig at Morion’s state, but at the same time…it was funny. “Worry not, you may have it. If anything I would say you need it more than I do, that is certain.” Alcohol tolerance aside, he did eat something nice before they started to drink- so he was set for the night.

Morion was an insistent man, however. Lambert was curious to see what he’d come up with for this little cashew. He could pick it off Lambert’s beard and just hand it to him directly, yes.

Or he could try to grab it with his mouth. That was A Decision.

What is up with this guy? It was just too funny. Well, maybe if Lambert were completely sober he’d find it shocking, but right now all he did was chuckle as he watched Morion come closer and closer…and then he stopped. Did he get shy?

The blond rolled his eyes. “You know, you can just ask for it.” He waited for an extra bit, then just leaned forward to press a light kiss to the corner of Morion’s lips. “Instead of using a cashew as an excuse. A valid attempt, however.” Lambert then plucked the cashew from his own beard, and fed it to Morion- his attempt much better coordinated.

Was Morion married anyway? If he was then...ah, the wife wouldn't mind a smooch between bros, would she? Nah.

#[support] morion #[ this was insane to write ] #[ OLD MAN YAOI ]

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

ooo ooo do you have any fics with groaning/moaning/complaining about being full? Bucky or Steve or Stucky or anyone else even non-Marvel? I LOVE your blog and how you always make your boys so loud and noisy 🤭

Thanks ❤️

I, unfortunately, can't think of any fics specifically like that. As you said, usually I make my boys pretty loud because... what can I say 🫣 I just like them that way 🥵🥴 so a lot of my fics have that as, like, a side thing but...

I can write you something like that 😏

Stucky belly kink, unbeta'd, under the cut. Warnings for belly kink, kink discovery, bloating, belly sounds (gurgles, burps, y'know), dirty talk, etc.

Steve and Bucky are chilling at home in their 21st-century apartment, somehow back where they started after seventy-odd years, and they're celebrating by... well, by doing nothing. After all they've been through, they don't need to do anything. So, they're just lazing on the couch, watching pop culture shit they missed. This afternoon the only reason they're getting up is to go to the bathroom, or, more interestingly, mill around the kitchen. Refilling their snacks.

Steve has to use the bathroom this time, which means it's his turn to go get something to eat. They're not intentionally stuffing themselves or anything (not yet 😏), they're just grazing. Mouth-to-hand while catching up to the current day, y'know? Besides, neither of them had lunch today. They're just snacking enough to keep themselves from feeling hungry. So, when Steve comes back from the kitchen with more drinks and some sweet candy instead of savory chips or whatever, he's not expecting to be told no.

"What do you mean we can't have these?" Steve hugs the 2-liter of coke to his chest like a little kid, pouting because he's an asshole when he's not posing as propaganda. As he squishes the bottle to his rock-hard chest, his fist tightens around the roll of mentos he grabbed with it. "Are you saving them for something?"

"What? No," Bucky furrows his brows, "you just can't have coke and mentos."

"Well, why not?" Steve relents, setting the coke down on the coffee table and keeping the mentos in hand as he sits. Apparently, he's really invested in having both, at the same time... or he's just investing in being an annoyance. Wouldn't be the first time in Bucky's stupidly long life.

"Clint told me your stomach will explode," Bucky huffs, no longer paying any attention to the film on screen, "those candies-" he points to the mentos in Steve's hand "-make the soda extra fizzy and it's, like, some chemical reaction. You can't."

Steve makes a face.

Bucky knows what he's thinking; Clint? Really? It's not that he's unreliable or unbelievable but... he's also not the first person Steve would trust.

"When did this come up?"

"Nat was trying to convince me to try pop rocks when I was at SHIELD last week, saying that they weren't actual bombs but they did explode in your mouth. She likes them for some fucking reason. Then, Clint walked in and said he hoped she wasn't going to make me drink soda afterward. Apparently pop rocks and soda or mentos and soda, especially coke, both make you explode."

"I don't believe that for a second," Steve smirks, leaning forward to grab the 2-liter again, unscrewing the cap and taking a few gulps straight from the bottle. When he starts unwrapping the little tube of candies, Bucky makes a squawking sound and smacks his hand.

"No!"

"Buck," Steve turns his big, blue eyes on him. Somehow making them even bigger. Even bluer. A fucking kicked puppy. "C'mon, I'll be fine." He's whining, because, well, he's Steve. "Future candy is weird, yeah, but... it's not gonna make me explode. If they did, they wouldn't sell 'em! And I've got the serum! Whatever chemical reaction happens I bet my iron stomach can handle it," Steve pats his flat, defined stomach.

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, fine, he won't stop this bad idea. If Steve wants to explode, let him.

"I've had these before too," Steve finishes opening the package and pops a few into his palm, holding them out for Bucky to see.

They do look pretty harmless. But...

Bucky has also seen less than a few small, round candies and a few swallows of soda do massive damage. He looks at them with distrustful.

As he crunches them between his teeth, Steve says, "'ey taste good 'oo!"

Bucky wrinkles his nose. And-

Tries not to visibly react when the second after Steve finishes chewing, he opens the bottle of coke again. Drinking.

Ugh.

"Stupid-" Bucky mumbles under his breath without heat.

Steve just laughs.

...

Steve knocks back some more coke, somewhere, somebody told him that when you drink soda because it's not really hydrating your body, not like water does, so your brain keeps you drinking, wanting hydration. Soda makes you more thirsty than you'd be otherwise. Steve feels that now. Mouth wanting more. These days coke doesn't taste the same as it used to, but it's still good.

As Steve is swallowing his last sip, his belly gurgles. Carbonation shifting around in his stomach. Steve can feel it. It doesn't matter what it feels like though. It's mostly what it sounds like.

It's fucking loud.

In fact, his belly gurgles loud enough that it's louder than the movie they have going.

Sheesh.

Bucky turns to look at him, and he can feel the weight of his gaze on the side of his face. He can feel how Bucky's eyes immediately drop to his stomach, where the sound had come from. And where another gurgle, just as loud, comes from. Actually. The second might be even louder than the first.

But, before Bucky can say anything (probably I told you so, followed by more mother-henning, worrying about him actually exploding) Steve burps.

He doesn't mean to but, oh, jeez, whatever his stomach did to make that sound brought up the gas from the carbonation to the top of his gut and the pressure demands to be let out. Steve can't even try to swallow back the next burp building up in him. It just comes out. It's loud and surprisingly long.

Bucky is still looking at him.

Steve looks back, sheepish. Not because he's suddenly convinced he's gonna explode, but because, well, his Ma embedded manners somewhere deep in him. And they're still there.

Bucky's mouth is hanging open.

Steve shrugs, "soda fills you up with bubbles, y'know? I don't feel anything." He smiles. But... he's lying. He kinda does feel something... he felt that pressure but it's practically gone, it must've just been those burps! He's fine! So fine that he's going to have another mento. He likes the way they crunch between his teeth.

"St-" Bucky starts, never actually making words though. He just stutters over the start of a few more words.

Steve laughs at Bucky's reaction. But. Fuck. He swallows two of the three mentos he popped whole. Oops. Now, he can feel them in his throat. He coughs a little and gestures to his throat. Now he has to wash them down with coke.

Bucky mumbles something, probably something like, "serves you right."

Steve chuckles a little at the thought.

Finally, he feels the candies slide down his throat, into his belly. Then, as he sets the bottle down, he realizes just how much of it is gone. Woof. Has he really finished 3 quarters of the bottle? By himself? When?

Oh, well.

Thoughtless eating. It's fine. Everyone does it when they're not paying attention.

He's fine.

...

Steve may not be fine.

His gut sounds like a washing machine. It's gurgling and groaning and complaining. Steve is trying to not burp despite the pressure and sloshing happening. Yeah, Steve knows Bucky can hear his stomach, his gut is so loud he'd be able to hear it without his enhanced hearing, but... Steve doesn't want to admit, more than his uncontrollable body functions, that he's beginning to maybe have some problems. So. He's not burping. He's...

He's blowing up.

Steve sneaks a look down from the TV screen, playing a movie he's pretending to pay attention to, to his own body. His stomach. All that noise and...

Yup.

Uh-oh.

His stomach is bulging.

Steve's...

Steve's never seen it do that before- his stomach.

His stomach isn't flat anymore. It's rounding out. And. It feels tight. Steve feels tight. All that soda and snacks, it's pulling his abs taut. He wouldn't be surprised if when he pulled his t-shirt up (which is suddenly clinging to him ever more like a second skin than normal 🥴) his abs wouldn't be as defined as they normally are. He feels all stretched out.

Oh.

Steve... Steve is feeling it.

He doesn't... it doesn't hurt. It kinda,, it kinda feels good? Like. Like when he manages to work out hard enough to get his muscles to ache from use.

It's tight and Steve knows if this keeps going it's going to hurt but, for now, it's... heavy. Present. Steve feels... Steve feels his body.

Bucky clears his throat.

Steve realizes he's been spacing out, staring at his own stomach. His-

His growing stomach?

Yeah. His growing stomach. Because. His stomach is growing.

Bucky clears his throat again, "you believe Clint now?" He doesn't sound thrilled about being right. For once.

Steve shakes his head after a second of hesitation. He's finding it hard to pay attention to anything but the bubbles in his stomach. He can feel his stomach pulling tighter.

"What? You're not gonna admit defeat yet?"

"No." Steve taps his gut with his right hand, then tries to hide his gasp behind his left. He's so tight. It's like thumping a watermelon. "I'm fine."

"You're so fine." Bucky deadpans.

"I am."

"Fine. Suit yourself." Bucky says.

Silence spreads between them. Well. Silence other than the movie and then, of course, other than his gurgling, sloshing gut. It sounds angry.

...

Steve sits until he can't take it. He sits with one hand on his gut, feeling every added inch of swell in excruciating detail. Inching forward. Becoming rounder. Steve slowly realizes he's sweating. He's panting a little. He feels huge.

And he looks huge, staring down at his belly.

How much bigger can I possibly get? How far will the serum let me stretch?

A shiver goes down Steve's spine, but, he doesn't know if he's feeling pricks of fear or... arousal? His cheeks heat just thinking that- that this can possibly feel good. He feels like a shaken can of soda... just waiting to pop.

It's maybe another two seconds before he's opening his mouth and admitting, "Buck, Buck," he shifts under his swollen tummy, "I- wait... I'm getting so big," his voice is an embarrassing whimper.

Bucky is looking at the TV still.

"Okay," Steve whines even more, "maybe you were right. Maybe- maybe I am gonna explode." He can't help but rub his belly with both hands now, trying to soothe it but also... trying to feel it. Tighter and tighter. Hotter and hotter. Bigger and bigger. "You," Steve swallows, "can you look it up? On your phone? It's... it's like I can feel myself swelling up. Oh, God."

Bucky is now looking at him, pleased with finally hearing him call 'uncle'. But also, Bucky is looking at him. And Steve suddenly becomes aware that his tight shirt has rolled up to expose the bottom half of his gut. Pale, freckled skin pulled taut. His poor abs! Stretched. Trying their hardest to hold him together, holding the mass of soda and candy and snack food back.

"Oh, God," he whines, rubbing frantic circles on his gut, pulling his shirt up higher incidentally, "I'm so big."

Bucky frowns, then he bites his lip. Silently, quickly, reaching for his phone and typing as fast as he can.

A few moments pass between them.

Bucky murmurs out loud to himself as he reads. Steve makes uncontrollable noises. His gut gurgling as well as his mouth letting go of little moans and groans.

He still is swelling.

Bucky blows out a relieved breath, "fucking Clint," he says under his breath. Then, louder, "it's a myth. You're not gonna explode-" Bucky eyes his stomach heavily "-probably."

Steve whines. Petulantly adding, "probably not but... it doesn't feel-" that good. Was how he was going to finish that sentence. Except. It kinda does. Under the heft of his gut, his dick is swelling too. Something about the fullness. The pressure. It's. It's not the same as being full of Bucky's cock when he's being fuck but it is fullness and it is weirdly erotic.

"It's your own damn fault," Bucky teases. Now that it's apparent he's not in danger, Bucky is perfectly fine to take the piss out of him.

"Ngh," Steve puffs out a noise that he doesn't have control over. The bubbles are driving him insane. Fuzzy and fizzy inside him. Ticklish,, kinda.

It's a weird feeling. Weird good though.

Steve shifts this way, then that way, trying to get comfortable under the dome that his abs have suddenly turned into. It doesn't work. Moving only makes more bubbles appear. Bloating him more, making it harder to sit upright.

His gut doesn't have enough room!

"I," Steve can't swallow back a small moan. A moan! Because, somehow, despite all the gas building up in him, he can't burp. "I think I might have to go lay down. I- I'm so bloated I can't breathe."

It's true.

Steve isn't even being dramatic!

It's like there's no room for his lungs. His gut is taking up all the space in his body. He feels a bit like there's a watermelon attached to his front- his gut is just as hard as the outside of a melon would be. But. It's just the inside that's different. Sloshy liquid. Not soft fruit.

He wants to go lay down, go give himself room to grow (why does that thought make him shudder?), yet... the idea of trying to get to his feet by rocking, heaving, himself up. Oh, fuck. He doesn't think he can do that. Like, God - embarrassment stains his cheeks - like how a pregnant woman can't get up once she's sat down.

Swallowing another stupid noise, Steve finally bites the bullet and asks, "help me up, Buck? Please?"

Bucky jerks his eyes up from his belly to his face. He's also blushing. Huh. Interesting. "Yeah," he licks his lips, "yeah, sure."

He gets up. Even the shift of the sofa changing with Bucky's weight leaving makes Steve groan. He's so full. His belly is so sensitive.

"You, uh, ready?" Bucky asks, looking down at him, hands held out, watching with heavily lidded eyes.

Steve is just rubbing his exorbitantly swollen gut. Nothing, too exciting, unless...

Maybe.

Maybe Steve isn't totally weird for being into this 👀

Any teasing thoughts about testing the water instantly leave his mind as he stands up though. Bucky grabs his hands and pulls him to his feet. Taking one arm and draping it over his shoulders like Steve is battle injured and not just enormously bloated.

Gravity... gravity is a thing.

Steve can't not moan loudly, obscenely at the change.

He quickly grabs his gut, hand slapping down onto the side unexpectedly. He's dizzy. He... he feels weird. All sensitive. He moans again.

"Dramatic," Bucky tells him, trying to be teasing but sounding... God. He sounds turned on. Voice rough.

Steve wants to tell him that it's not being dramatic when his whole center of gravity has shifted. His stomach is swollen. Bulging. Still swelling. Growing. And pulling him forward. Wanting him to crawl on all fours if he needs to go anywhere.

Oh.

Steve's knees feel weak at the idea of crawling like this. His gut pulling heavily on his spine, making it arch. His gut, full of liquid, swaying back and forth as he ponderously moves. All that swaying and jiggling and moving would make more bubbles. Steve would grow more.

More.

"I'mm so round," comes out of his mouth without him even meaning to say it. All breathy and weak, the wind taken out of his sails by how hard he is. So turned on.

It feels good to be so round. So full. It really does. Steve is reveling in it. Right now. Walking so slowly. Bucky warm against his side. Taking care of him, one of his arms around Steve's waist... so close to his gut. So close to touching.

Then-!

Yes!

Bucky pokes the side of his gut, voice matching his. They both have to be into this. It's not just Steve anymore. "And so tight. Your gut is all shiny, pal."

Steve wants to whine and tell him to shut up, cheeks flaming. But all that comes out is a burp. Long and low. His sore belly deflates probably half an inch. From being prodded.

Bucky chuckles, "well, maybe not so tight now."

Steve hisses out a few more baby burps. Gasping as it happens. His knees really are weak now. Its lucky that they've made it to the bedroom.

As Bucky is helping him onto their bed, his voice gets reeeal low and dark, mismatched hands coming up to pet his stomach, "I bet you could fit more soda now, huh?"

Steve shakes his head. But, he also, he moves from lying completely flat to putting his weight in his elbows, sitting up... looking up at Bucky, he bites his lip. "There- oh, boy," he pants, feeling all that added weight, "there was some soda left in the bottle?"

Bucky doesn't say anything. He turns tail and practically runs to go get it.

When he returns, he's got a dirty look on his face. He has the bottle in hand and he snatched the last few mentos from the roll.

"Buck-"

"You said you'd be fine. You can't pop. The serum." He flushes a dark red. Softly adding, "I wanna see how big you can get, sweetheart. I... I don't know what this is doing for me. It's just- doing something."

Steve nods, still precariously balanced on his elbows. He opens his mouth.

Bucky settles on the other side of him on the bed, resting a gentle hand on his tummy and using the other to feed him two mentos.

Steve swallows them whole. That seemed to speed things up last time.

"Jesus Christ, baby."

Steve whines.

Bucky brings the bottle to his lips.

Steve swallows until tears sting his eyes. He can't breath. He can feel the mentos like little volcanos in his gut. Fizzing. Adding pressure. So so much pressure. He. is. so. full.

Overfull. He's not even just full anymore.

Bucky stops funneling him soda, he pets his gut "you alright?"

Steve doesn't know the answer to that, he can't even see straight. He might be crying, he's so full. But. There's only a tiny bit left in the bottle. There's one single mento left. He... he wants to finish. He needs to finish. Just that little bit left. His shirt has rolled up to the bottom of his pecs. The waistband of his gym shorts has been pushed under the balloon of his gut. He's already so large. His body already pushed to the limits. He just...

Just wants a little more.

"The-" he can barely talk. He's so full. "-The last little, God, oh, God, bit. Please?"

Bucky swears. Eying him carefully.

Steve whimpers, afraid he'll say no. All he wants is that last mento and a few more swallows of coke.

But, he doesn't say no.

He gives it to him.

Tipping the bottle back and letting it pour into his hungry, gaping mouth.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

By the end of it Steve really really feels completely, entirely full. Impossibly bloated. So tight. So much pressure. So fucking hard. He can't breathe. He can't move. He is fucking round. Massive. All he can do is moan, "Jesus, 'm so full it hurts. Unnngh."

Bucky is trembling next to him with repressed, horny energy. Now empty-handed. No more mentos. No more coke. "What-" he huffs, "what can I do? I," he growls, "you're so big. I wanna. Christ. I want you like this so much." His metal hand is at the front of his sweatpants, squeezing himself. He's so hard.

Steve's mouth waters.

Fuck.

Steve shudders as much as he possibly can with a gut the size of an over-inflatdf beach ball attached to me. He whines. Overwhelmed. Overfull. He wants Bucky too. He wants-

"You can't fuck me like this," he pants desperately, "I'd actually pop. God. I want it but I fuckin' can't. If you were inside me. I'd burst! I... I don't care what other than th-that. Just get me off, Buck! I wanna come. I feel so big and full and hard. Please! It hurts and it feels good and I need you. I need to come. Cause. Ohh, I'm so full."

Bucky growls and lunges for him.

His hands press everywhere. Not too hard. But not as gentle as he would be if he weren't drunk on arousal.

He's pressing and squeezing and Steve can't stop saying "oh, oh, oh," with the way his hands are making pleasure shoot through him. He's so sensitive. All over. He also can't help but let out little hisses and burps and groans. He's too full. He feels too good. Bucky is climbing all over him. Worshipping his swollen gut and then taking half of a second to touch Steve's desperately hard cock.

It is no time at all before Steve is coming in his gym shorts with a high pitched scream.

He fucking swears he blacks out for a moment, his muscles tensing for an orgasm but being too heavy and stretched out to do anything. It's like he can't hold himself together.

Fuck.

He definitely blacks out.

But, at some point, Bucky rips down the waistband of his sweats and gets himself in his hand. Fisting his leaking cock for one, two, three- three and a half strokes before he's coming all over Steve's full, shiny gut.

The heat and claim of Bucky's come on his balloon of a belly makes Steve's still-hard cock twitch against the underside of his gut. Oh, fuck, yes, he is going to need to go again.

In conclusion:

I hope you enjoyed 😳

End note: yeah, I know mentos would've been around before WW2, so Steve and Bucky could have had them and coke-a-cola has been around Way longer than mentos BUT... since mentos were only recently released (1932) when stucky went to war... I have plausible deniability that they would not have actually had them (or been able to afford them, since, y’know, The Depression)

#ask #belly kink #text #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby steve #bloating #belly sounds #mylevisdontfitanymore

[paullapotteritsmynameipromise]

Finally caught up with Mandalorian and I was seriously desapointed with the first 3 episodes (the 4th one was ok) so this is how I would fix things. And full disclaimer, I've never written a scrip, but that never stops men from talking shit like they know better than everyone else, so I'm not letting it stop me either. If you loved the season so far, feel free to skip this rant, it is way too long anyway. First I think that Grogu deciding that he wants to stay with his dad should have been done in the actual show and not in a spinoff. The way they did it feels a little bit like 'lets undo season 2 because we realised there's no show without the kid'. Which probably is the case, but it could have been handled better. The reason I think it should have been done in the show is because it would have helped with what this season is lacking: a purpose. Mandalorian has always been full of story of the week episodes, and I love it for that, but it has always had a bigger theme or goal that tied it all together. And I think this seasons theme should have been for Din Djarin to secure a future for Grogu.

If the first episode had been about Grogu chosing him, you could tie his decision to unexile himself to him wanting a community for his kid, which would have been a much better motivation for the whole going back to Mandalorian.

Instead we got a lot of quest calls who seem to go nowhere or best case scenario are there to create hooks for the future. Seriously the robot plot was just infuriating.

But let's talk about episode 3 which I'm not a fan of. I don't really understand the point of it, maybe it will tie to something else in the future but so far it seems completely disconected from the show. I think a Bo-Katan flashback episode about Mandalore would have been much more relevant to the plot, especially it was before episode 2.

But if you absolutely must have an episode about reformed empire people you have to at least address the horrors they commited and have them show actual remorse to what they've done. Not have they drink and remember snacks and pretend like they didn't commit or at the very least ignore atrocities on a daily basis when they worked for the Empire. Andor does a great job at showing that the Empire was made by people without making their actions justified or even understandable. And if you don't want to be compared with Andor, because this is a lighter show or whatever, you shouldn't walk in to Andor territory. This was a serious topic, either you deal with it with the depth it deserves, or you just don't do it. Anyway, this was my rant. I really hope this season finds itself from now on.

#andor #the mandalorian #star wars #pleasedontcameformeitsonlymyopinion

[syscourse-confessions]

fuck man syscourse is so dumb. i like them, we've been friends-ish or at least known eachother for over a year now, maybe even two, but my views of syscourse stuff have changed since i met them and i know for a fact that if they knew that they would fakeclaim me (for no reason beyond the fact i disagreeed with them, i'm the same sort of system they think i am currently), send me awful shit and then block me almost instantly.

funnily enough they are half the reason my stances changed and pretty much the entire reason i get kind of afraid and definitely nervous around anti-endos now. even though i know that most anti-endos arent particularly aggressive or even that opinionated most of the time, the second i find out somewhere or someone is anti endo i feel the urge to get away fast as possible or make sure they never notice me. because of them.

its so stupid because i know they know stuff about osddid (my friends(???) im talking abt), they're systems, theyve researched, and while sometimes theyve definitely brought up information or facts that they've misunderstood or was already misimformation when they found it, i know they know a lot about this stuff but they fakeclaim people for things they already know are possible or present in osddid, they fakeclaim for so little and get so annoyed when people present in a way they disagree with.

idk i could go on but that got longer than it was supposed to so ill head off, goodnight everyone, i hope you have a good time no matter your stance on syscourse, have a drink, grab a snack, take a break, and sleep. o/

.

#syscourse #syscourse confessions

[chickensarentcheap]

Name 10 Things Esme does for Tyler

Name 10 things Tyler does for Esme

Esme:

1: She keeps track of all of his doctors, specialists, therapy appointments. She's an extremely organized person to begin with and his short term memory is shit from the brain injury in Dhaka. So she keeps track of things for him

2: Because he can't be one hundred percent trusted with pain medication, she also keeps that well organized and makes sure he takes those (and the meds for his bipolar and ptsd) when he's supposed to

3: Esme never calls attention to what she refers to as 'episodes'. Times when she can just tell he's starting to slip into either severe OCD behaviour or when he starts getting too much 'in his own head'. She is able to cut things off before they get too far. And she's very quiet and smooth about things. The majority of the time, he's not even aware he was slipping. Or that she stopped it from happening

4: Esme leaves little notes around the house, garage, office, gym. Sometimes they're little reminders of things he's done and she knows he'll forget and then question whether he did them or not. Which leads to frustration on his part. So she tries to help avoid that. Other times, they're just cute little notes. Smiley faces and "I love yous"

5: She'll bring him lunch when he's caught up working in the office. A smoothie or water into the gym. She likes feeling as if she's taking care of him in some way

6: If he's going away on a job, she hides certain snacks in his luggage and she always puts a love note in the pocket of a pair of pants he'll be wearing. Knowing he'll find it while he's away

7: Keeps things running at home if he's off working! This is a huge one. As they have a big family. He always knows that things are running smoothly at home and that the bills, the house, the kids are all taken care of

8: She always packs this little bottle of her shampoo. She's been using the same one since they met. That smells like coconut and honey. It's a comfort object for him.

9: She ALWAYS has infinite amounts of patience with him. Even though she barely has any for everyone else lol

10: She has cleaned and patched up many a wound in her time! And massaged many a sore muscle. Again that's her liking the feeling of taking care of him

Tyler (who is the king of the 'little things')

1: He's usually up before she is. They are both creatures of habit, and he (after an early morning workout) knows exactly when she's getting up and when to make her a her first tea of the day and something to eat. Normally it's just toast or something easy just to have on her stomach

2: After the kids go to school, that's when he makes actual breakfast for the two of them and they'll sit out on the back deck together. That is THEIR time that they have designated for one another. Nothing else in the world exists. Just them. And it's when they plan the day, or the week or weekend, and just talk. With no interruptions.

3: Has always been extremely hands on with every baby. Even she has breast fed, he still would get up during the night and bring the baby to her. He'd make sure she was warm enough, comfortable enough, make her something to drink and a snack. Stay up with her.

4: Pays attention when she's pretty sure he isn't. lol. Tyler listens to everything and notices everything. He's very detail oriented and wants nothing more to make her happy and take care of her. Whether it's her favourite cupcakes, a piece of jewellery (like the bracelet in Dhaka, the ring she saw where they live), a journal he may have saw that he thinks she'd think.

5: Has actually fed her while she's been tending to a baby. Or has ever so gently gathered her hair and put it in a ponytail

6: Washes her hair. This is a thing for them. No explanation for it. They've just always done it. And to them if seems very intense and intimate

7: The piggy back rides! They got for a walk on the beach every night after the kids go to bed. They've been doing it for years. And he always piggy backs her home.

8: Carries her to bed if she falls asleep somewhere else.

9: He will surprise her at the bookstore. Whether it's bringing lunch or taking her to lunch.

10: Has flowers delivered every week. Whether to the house or to the store. Australian wildflowers. Her favourite.

#Tyler and Esme series

[fallinginthe-void]

Underneath the read more tab is a rant and vent. Just a warning in case your curiosity gets the better of yall

I got talked to at work yesterday because I've been having issues. A coworker snitched and said that I "yelled at him" for coming to the back of the store (the cashier can't leave the front unattended as it's a loss prevention issue). Note, I didn't yell at all. Yes, I was being a little bossy but he's been here for over a year, he knows he can't leave the front alone! It doesn't help that when I told him, he tried to joke around and say no. That led to more issues.

According to my manager, my tone with how I handle customers and my coworkers have been more on the negative side and if it continues, it can lead to being written up for harassment. She said she understands that with being a keyholder, we have more responsibilities but I'm not the one who can tell others what to do. Fair, but what tf else am I supposed to do when I'm the one in charge of the store at that moment and things need to get done? If I tell someone to bring up the trash to the front, are they gonna snitch on me too?? Like, fuck! Now I'm getting my keyholder shifts suspended in an attempt to "lessen my stress". I was lucky to be getting 1 keyholder shift every 2 weeks (there's 2 keyholders total. Other keyholder gets most of those shifts because I'm trained in one more section of the store than he is so im utilized there more) but now I'm getting nothing?! What the fuck? I hold nothing against that keyholder, he's actually my best friend at work.

Unfortunately, I'm also in trouble for socializing too much with him at work because it leads to work not being done. If it keeps happening, we won't be scheduled together. That's fair, and I will do better on that. The part that bugs me, is when I told him about it, he said that he was never talked to about it and said he should also be held accountable for stuff like that. I'm pissed at the double standard on that

Part of the reason why my tone goes more to the negative side is because I have to deal with stupid people everyday! I wish that was an exaggeration! I once had 3 people get pissed off at me for asking them not to consume their snack/drinking before paying for it and that happened in a 24 hour period! Recently, I had a woman lose it at me because I told her she needed to pay for the card before writing in it! And that's the second time that's ever happened! Also, I don't care about the small pleasantries. You're a stranger, I don't care how you're doing. Do what you need to and leave. Stop talking and grab your shit faster, you're holding up the line and I'm the only cashier avaliable right now

My manager and assistant manager both said they've noticed my stress and asked if everything's okay in my life. I had to lie and say yes. They said I could talk to them both about anything. They are genuinely good people and I know they're doing their jobs too but I can't talk to them. I still have to respect the manager-staff relationship. Plus, how can I say that "no I'm not fine. My depression and anxiety are riding me into the ground, I'm terrified that I'm going to get kicked out of my apartment again (another story) even if I do nothing wrong, and with that terror, I've hardly unpacked anything because I want to be prepared if I do get evicted. My 6 year relationship with my long distance boyfriend is causing me extreme self doubt again because he has a hard time expressing affection and I need the affection, so the fact that it was getting really close to Valentines Day knowing that he only likes that day because it's when his pet bird hatched, I've been having multiple bouts of silent break downs where I can only stare at the ceiling and silently mourn the fact that I'll never be loved in the way I want to. I can't even tell him because we've had multiple conversations about it but very little has changed, plus I fear I'm going to sound ungrateful. So to fill that void, I've been reading character x reader fanfics to feel something, even if it's a synthetic sort of love. I'm sure as hell not getting it here in the real world!". I'm sure nothing will go wrong with telling my managers all that

I'm just so tired and there's nothing I can do. Therapy is too expensive and with how I've been feeling, if I even utter a single thought about ending myself (the feeling has been there for years but I've never acted on it), I'm sure to be sent to a psych ward. I can't afford to miss work either, I have bills to pay. Hell, I can barely cry about it properly because I've repressed that instinct for years and I hate the stuffed up nose I get with it

Just...I don't know anymore...I'm so tired

#rant #venting #don't reblog #you can scroll past or read #i honestly don't care #I just need to scream into the void that is the internet for a hot minute

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho said: It wouldn't be Senju if she wasn't up and about early in the morning. Her normal routine of slipping quietly from the bed to head out to train while giving a chase kiss to sleeping partner. It's almost just like any other day. Though this time she's a little later coming home. Figuring Hanma might not even notice considering his sleep schedule.

Bags in hand, she hums to herself. Happily kicking the door closed behind her. "You awake?" She calls from the entry way, removing her shoes and heading for the kitchen. Bags divided up between the fridge and the counter.

"You're a pain in the ass to shop for, you know?" She teases, once he finally joins her. Pulling him down to her level to give him a better kiss than this morning.

"We've got plans for tonight!" Senju chirps. "Booked this sweet little couples onsen on the outskirts of town. They're used to catering to Yakuza so they're pretty lenient." Tattoos, drinking, eating, all normally unacceptable practices in the hot springs were just fine there. "I got your favorite drinks and snacks from the store to bring and they've even got a little sushi place you can order from! My treat!"

Reaching up and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck she smiles happily. "Happy birthday!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANMA

Sure, it might be his birthday. That didn't mean Hanma was going to do anything different. Maybe he would sleep in even longer than he normally did. As far as he was concerned, there was not real need to have to get up after all. It's that exact course of action that he decides to take. He wakes up, and promptly goes right back to sleep.

The sound of the front door being kicked shut drags him from his sleep. " I am now. " Hanma replies, voice gravely from sleep as he lays sprawled in the bed with his face in the pillow. He has no real interest in getting up out of bed. But he still drags himself out before she can come in demanding he gets up and meanders his way towards the kitchen where he can hear the sounds of bags and movement coming from. Which is odd, considering usually he was the one grabbing groceries and shit other than the odd thing he might ask her to grab if she was out. Besides, usually she went to the gym at this hour.

" Nuh uh. Get me a pack of cigarettes and I'm good. " Hanma replies with a chuckle, leaning against the door frame and watching her. He allows himself to be pulled down and returns the kiss in kind, and then watches her flit away back to watever she was busying herself with.

His eyebrows raise at her excitement and gives a light snort. " You're very excited over this, huh? You sure you're not doing this to spoil yourself? " His hand reaches over to mess with her hair, voice relaxed and teasing. He wouldn't mind even if that was the intent. ( Which he doubts. She's too good to do that even if he don't mind.)

" Ah, that explains the bags. " Hanma muses with a chuckle. She'd really gone all out, hadn't she? He can't recall a time anyone has ever done so much — then again, he also can't really recall the last time he'd ever had a full on celebration. Or when he'd told her his birthday was, but he probably had said it in some offhand conversation which he's surprised she remembered. " Sounds nice. "

He bends to make it easier for her as she reaches up for him, gold eyes examining her clear happiness shining and filling her eyes. Huh. Someone happy over his birthday; it felt like such an absurd idea. Yet here she was. She was living proof of it despite what all rationality should speak of. He gives another, quieter, chuckle before he wraps an arm around her waist. " Thanks. "

#kyukicho #hanma vc: *baffled noises* i am not a pain! #hanma vc:.......for that at least- #the 'who me?' meme #hanma vc: i am low maintenance in that! #me @ hanma: thats what makes you a pain sometimes #its okay senju i got you #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@gathersroses asked: when can i see you again? (Tat)

All in all, it's been a pretty good night. They've all descended on Ice's place, much to his bemusement, an assortment of snacks and drinks between them, sprawled out on the couch and the floor and just about any surface, talking shit and playing stupid games well into the night. A fair few of them will probably end up crashing there for the night, Balkan included (not like he really has anywhere to go anyway), and a few have already scattered, while a few have already dozed off. Baby John's in the corner, buried under two blankets and about four jackets. He's not going to freeze, that's for sure.

Tat's words draw Balkan's focus back to her, where they're both sitting side by side against the wall, legs stretched out (though his reach considerably farther than hers do). He tilts his head a little bit in question, somewhat confused by what she's asking. They're seeing each other right now, aren't they? Though maybe she's ready to head for home. His left hand flips the coin, as usual.

"I mean, I ain't got any plans?"

#i apologise it's not his turn with the brain cell today #answered #gathersroses #c: balkan #v: you're a jet all the way

[kiribakuhappiness]

Absolutely in love with the idea of a tiny kirishima and bakugou just sitting up in my brain 😌🧡❤️

#they're all comfy in their respective bean bag chairs #they've got little snacks and drinks and shit #and they just watch on a big projection screen as I type words #it's like they're watching a sports event #Kirishima gets all flustered and blushy #'bro that was so manly of you' #while Bakugou growls like a demon and throws shit at the screen every time he gets embarrassed #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bakushima #bnha #my hero academia

[marbleheavy]

here are some of my Nico headcanons that nobody asked for!!

He collects things. Not just Mythomagic stuff like he did as a kid, but cool shells, and rocks, and weird glass figurines that everyone else thinks are terrifying, and books. He’s got them in jars or lined up on shelves and he just has so many things (Because for so long he had so few things that actually belonged to him that didn’t have to serve a very clear purpose, so now he just wants to keep whatever he’d like)

He reads SO much as an adult. A lot of it is nonfiction because he’s trying to catch up on what happened in the world while he was pulled out of it, but a lot of fiction too (not really fantasy though, that’s too close to home) and a lot of poetry. He can recite poems from memory and will just randomly quote them sometimes and it should be pretentious but it isn’t and his friends think it’s amazing (cue dramatically saying "till love and fame to nothingness do sink" anytime he's told he has to wait) (Also, he will rant about why Ted Hughes sucks at any point in time)

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again!! He is a Dungeon Master! He’s got a binder for all the notes for his current campaign and a notebook for ideas and special highlighters and pens that he only uses for D&D. Also, dice are definitely one of the things he collects and he keeps them in those clear, plastic bead containers with dividers and they’re sorted by number of faces and also ~vibes~ (for example, do a backflip D20 and life or death D20)

leather jacket Nico di Angelo? seen, respected, and appreciated. CARDIGAN Nico di Angelo? underrated! He has a couple oversized cardigans with buttons and big pockets that he adores. The first one he ever had he definitely stole from Will but now, whenever he comes across another similar one, he buys it. The pockets are filled with rocks and worn, mass-market paperbacks and pens. (Basically, I’m leaning hard into English Major Nico with his annotated books and glasses and cardigans) (Also, cardigan Nico and flannel Will but sometimes they swap)

He definitely cuts his own hair in the bathroom and he's gotten very good at it. He's had a range of haircuts, from long hair to a mullet to the shaved sides and fluffy top, but he always ends up back with a shaggy mop that Hazel likes to put little braids in (or sometimes pull the very back of it into two little pigtails) and with bangs that always end up in his eyes.

Sorry to reiterate the same point that's been made forever, but his wardrobe is pretty dark-toned. Obviously black, but he does like a good jewel tone, perhaps a maroon or an emerald. Anything really bright was either a gift or belongs to Will someone else. Also, gendered clothing means nothing to him. He wears what he wants to wear and he thinks it's cool as hell when he's wearing a skirt while sparring and it flares out dramatically as he twirls.

He's kind of picked up modern slang but he also uses a lot of slang from pretty much every decade he missed. It's also a 50/50 chance he's using it incorrectly. (examples include: 1) Leo says something that is definitely supposed to be funny and Nico stares at him, utterly emotionless, and says "Gag me with a spoon" in an alarmingly monotone voice, and 2) Anytime he says something snarky to Jason or Percy he starts it with "hey bestie..." and honestly, they're both just touched Nico called them "bestie" at all)

He adores Studio Ghibli movies and can be found humming the Ponyo theme song anytime he goes swimming (Will standing on the shore, looking around for Nico and he eventually spots him in the water. He wades out to Nico, all sunglasses that shouldn't look so cool and golden hair and chest, and just greets him with "Hey there, Neeks, how's my fishie in the sea?" and Nico can't decide if he wants to drown himself or kiss Will on his stupid mouth)

Speaking of movies, shortly after the Giant War, all of his friends (the Seven, Reyna, Will, probably Lou Ellen and Cecil, too) showed up at his cabin with blankets and snacks. They each brought their favorite movie or movies they think he needs to see to catch him up on the modern age. At first, he acts disgruntled that they're all there but he very quickly settles into the blanket fort Annabeth constructs and is quietly very grateful and excited that they cared enough to do this for him. They're all holed up in his cabin for a full day until they've finished every movie. (Percy brought Finding Nemo, Annabeth brought Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Piper brought Scott Pilgrim vs The World, Jason brought Captain America: The First Avenger (and Nico definitely says "that's gay" when Steve and Bucky say there "Until the end of the line" shit and everybody absolutely loses their minds), Hazel also is behind on movies but she brought either a very scary movie or Moana, Frank brought A New Hope (though he considered Brother Bear), Will brought Spirited Away, Cecil brought Back to the Future, and Lou Ellen brought The Princess Bride)

He can play the piano! He gets a piano for the Hades cabin and on nights where he can't sleep and the nightmares are really bad, he plays piano.

He will cry if he hears I Will by Mitski or Wasteland, Baby by Hozier, for different reasons but also kind of not (he wants to be loved)

Also, Nico and Dionysus being buddies! Nico jokingly says he'll host a bacchanal if Dionysus excuses him from certain camp activities and that's how Nico and friends end up wearing togas around a campfire, all very hesitantly holding cups of wine they aren't actually going to drink. It is definitely not a bacchanal, it's just a bad toga party (barely) but Dionysus accepts it and decides Nico is a Good One.

(Yes I did very badly make this stupid meme that somebody has definitely made a variation of before)

This is definitely not a complete list of headcanons but it's what I've got so far!

#nico di angelo #nico di angelo headcanon #pjo #will solace #solangelo #headcanons #heroes of olympus

[obsidiancreates]

Ed's Sea Cred (Part 8)

Schrödinger's Likeability In Action

Stede watches Ed knock back the tea like he's taking a shot. "So ah... does that method of drinking make pirates like you, then?"

Ed thinks for a moment, and Stede could look at that thinking face forever. But thankfully, he doesn't have to. As entrancing as it is, answers are also pretty good.

"I s'pose so." Ed sets the teacup down. "Pirates like a man who seems ready to have a good time."

"Well, that's peculiar. I always look ready to have a good time!"

"Yeaaahhh, but not a pirate-good time, mate. You look ready to ballroom dance."

"In these shoes?" Stede scoffs. "My feet would be bleeding halfway through."

"Really? I thought all fancy-people clothes were comfortable." And that any discomfort he felt the other day was just his wounds and his being a different size than Stede.

"Oh, parts are, and I do personally go for the more comfortable fabrics and items. But a lot of it is very stuffy and tight, the shoes being the worst. Let me show you-"

Stede disappears into his main wardrobe, and returns with the worst pair of shoes Ed has ever laid eyes on. The heels are steep, the angle of the arch too high and sharp. The heels are also quite thin. They look horribly uncomfortable.

"Terrible, aren't they? I mostly keep these around to remind myself of just how much freedom piracy truly grants." Stede grimaces at the shoes and tosses them back into the closet like they're red-hot. "But some of it is useful. Take silk, for instance." He holds up a robe. "Remarkable at preventing stab wounds!"

Ed scoffs. "No fuckin' way, man."

"It is! You have to layer it a bit to get it really protective, but it's a tightly-woven fabric! You'll still get hurt, of course, but it'll make the wound less intense."

"Fuckin' fascinating." Ed pulls out his own square of silk. "So this fancy shit is more than nice feeling?"

"Well, to us, maybe." Stede sits down next to Ed again. "To most other upper-crust it's for beauty over function. I doubt any of them know about it being somewhat knife-resistant."

"So how d'you know?"

"Well, I've been stabbed!" Stede gestures at his midsection. "More than once! I told you this, didn't I?"

"Well, as useful as it is-" Ed tucks his silk away again. "-it'll get you fuckin' ostracized, wearing fancy shit like that around during raids. Makes you look like a fancy man, and those are people to rob, not have a drink and a friendly brawl with."

"Hmm. But I really dislike being stabbed... maybe a lining, then?" Stede can't help himself as he gently takes hold of the front of Ed's leather jacket where it's open. The leather is warm, and worn, and probably seen it's own fair share of battles. Stede traces the inside of the jacket. "Like around here, especially. Protect the heart."

He looks at Ed, and finds wide eyes boring into him. Stede smiles a little. "Maintains the decorum, or lack thereof, but doesn't sacrifice the benefits. Like the idea?"

"Fuckin' love it."

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Izzy grabs Ed while he's on the way to the kitchen. "We need to have a chat, Ed."

"Oh, Izzy, not now, I'm fuckin' starving-"

"But you're not, are you? None of us are. Because this fuckin' ship sacrifices ammunition and storage space for more food than this crew can eat for weeks."

"Yeah, well, it's a good fuckin' idea to have extra rations, isn't it?"

"They've got cakes, Ed. Fuckin' cakes and tea and marmalade are takin' up room and addin' weight. Fang and Ivan are going soft on me. Are you going to as well?"

Ed scowls, scowls at Izzy, like he's saying anything but the truth, and rips his arm out of Izzy's hand. He leans in close. "I'm the Captain here, Izzy. Remember that."

Ed stalks away to go eat more fuckin' soft snacks. Izzy scowls and makes his way up to the deck-

Fang and Ivan are chatting with the Twat himself.

"So used leather is actually better?" Stede asks, so fuckin' earnest.

"A lot better," Fang says, nodding. "Otherwise it's a bit stiff, yeah?"

"And it's got the right look to it," Ivan adds. "The new stuff looks like you bought it. Good leather is leather you steal."

"Lucius!" The boy walks over with a slight sigh, and Bonnet doesn't even fucking mention it. Izzy would have put him in his place right then and there, but Bonnet just lets it slide. Most Feared Pirate EVer, and he lets it slide.

"Write this down, please," Stede says, leaning over to look into the notebook. "Used and stolen leather are better in terms of both aesthetics and comfort!"

"Easier to move in, too." Ivan taps the book to emphasize his point, which earns him a glare from Lucius. Izzy waits for Ivan to poke the lad's eye out, or pluck his eyelashes out one-by-one.

But Bonnet's got some kind... influence.

"Sorry mate. Didn't mean to mess up your writing," Ivan says, and he means it.

"Thanks." Lucius finishes writing it all down. "Anything else, Captain?"

"Yes, actually. Do we have any spare leather lying around?"

"I uh... I don't think so, Captain."

"We know where to get some," Fang says enthusiastically, and Izzy wants to walk over and pulls his beard right off his face for that childish fuckin' tone of voice. "There's all these trade routes, yeah, and Boss has got the ships all sort of figured out. We gotta get more whenever we get new crew, after all."

"Excellent!" Stede gives Fang a proud grin and pat on the shoulder, and Fang beams. Izzy might throw up. "Jim's picking the next craft, but you can pick after they do!"

"But-but I'm not even on your crew."

"Doesn't matter. You're a guest, and you've been incredibly helpful to me in something very important! Let me show you our craft supplies so you can get an idea of what you might want to choose."

And Bonnet leads the giddy Fang away like a father showing a child to a swing.

"Pirate my arse," Izzy growls. Something is up with his Bonnet fellow. Something Izzy's going to fucking figure out, and then brag about it when he runs him through.

Because he will run him through.

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Ed peers out through the telescope. "Are you sure, man? You're kinda rushing into this. Good leather fear-making outfit, that can take ages to put together. Years, sometimes. I made mine while I was still on land."

"Better to get started now, then," Stede says brightly. "According to your men, this ship should be plentiful with leather goods, new and used!"

"I thought you didn't go looking for bloodshed."

"I don't! We'll be raising the white flag and negotiating a trade, actually. We've got a lot of valuables right now."

"And if they don't want to trade?"

"Well, we'll offer money, then."

"And if they decide they want to fuckin' shoot you and get it over with?"

Stede goes a bit pale. "Well... then there'll be blood, I suppose. But it shouldn't come to that. We'll let them leave."

"... This one isn't a story to tell to other pirates then, man. Do you do this often?"

"No. Usually we have our flag, and people surrender. But we don't right now."

"I thought that got repaired."

"It did, it did. And then it got un-repaired. Frenchie and Wee John had a bit of a spat while fixing it up, something about the type of stitching methods. It didn't end well."

"Aw, fuckin' hell. What'd you do to 'em, then?"

"Do to them?"

"Yeah. Punishment."

"Well- nothing. I don't like punishment, much. Not quite my style."

Ed stares at Stede, dumbfounded. His mouth hangs open and saltwater sprays into it as the ship splashes over waves. Stede turns out to look at the ocean, shuffling a bit nervously. Ed shakes his head in disbelief. "You don't punish? At all?"

"Well... sometimes. Take away craft privileges for a week. Close the Jam Room for a couple days, if the whole crew's been naughty. Maybe withold the marmalade from breakfast for a day or two."

"But those are all... minor shit, man. What about like... I dunno. I cut off a guy's ear and make him toss it overboard once."

Stede reels back. "Why the hell did you do that?! To one of your own men, too?!"

"He was fuckin' backtalking, that's why! 'Cause we're pirates!"

"Well... every pirate captain captains pirates differently." Something stings in Ed's chest, the way Stede says that. A nervous, almost... frightened, maybe even horrified... no. No, disappointed, maybe. Whatever it is, Ed doesn't like it.

"But they don't," Ed says. "You're the only one, man. Every other captain I've met does things the exact same way."

"... So... So that's something that would get me more liked among the larger community, then? More... punishing, of the crew?"

"In a weird way... yeah. Gets Captains to like you more, anyway."

"... Hmm." Stede picks at the lace cuffs. Ed almost reaches out to stop him, keep him from ruining the fine fabric. And he knows Stede won't reprimand him, hell, Stede just admitted that he basically lets everyone get away with everything scot-free. But the phantom feeling of finely-gloved hands against his face shoots through him, and he squeezes his hands together.

"I don't think I'll be doing that," Stede decides. "Let's lie about it, how about? Tell everyone I do it, but I don't actually. And you're sure it won't make me fore feared?"

"Be hard to get more feared than you already are, man. It's just kinda a thing, most people won't bat an eye."

Stede nods. "Alright, then. We'll lie that I'm a cruel, ruthless captain! And then people will like me!"

Ed looks at Stede. The wind blows, tussling Stede's well-styled hair and making a curl fall into face, sending the scent of lavender and vanilla at him like a delicate canon.

Ruthless.

Yes, something about Stede is ruthless. It's hacking away at something in Ed without pause and without mercy, and Ed is weak to resist it.

Not that he wants to, really.

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The trade doesn't work out.

The payment doesn't work out.

And when Stede takes a step forward to try and smooth things over...

All hell breaks loose.

#our flag means death #ofmd #stedeward #stede bonnet #stedebeard #stede x ed #edward x stede #ofmd stede #blackbeard x stede #edward teach #ed teach #ofmd edward teach #ofmd izzy #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #abuse mention #abuse tw

[reignstormz]

| Lion & The Lamb |

INTRO; After hiding your secret crush on the hottest guy in school since freshman year, senior comes around and you finally come face to face with the Samoan, sharing an intimate moment together.

WORD COUNT; 2,300 (maybe, not sure, had some issues, pretty short)

WARNINGS; Takes place in 1984, Bullying, Sweet interactions.

CAST; Y/N ( Yourself) Y/B/F/ N ( Your best friend's name) Roman, Jey, Jimmy, Naomi, and Galina Anoa'i. (Just a story, not saying Galina is anything like her character in this fic)

MINI PLAYLIST; Give Me Your Love - Pebbles/ Two Occasions - The Deele / Ready Or Not - After 7 / Rock With You - Michael Jackson / Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

🦋

NOVEMBER 9th, 1984

The sounds of teenage laughter filled your ears as you sat in the passengers seat of your best friend's car. You sighed, trying the best you could to block out the noise as you read your book that was sitting in your lap. It was a hectic, busy Friday night. Your school's football team had just won yet another game and everyone was at the Drive In Movie Theatre to celebrate, goof around, or get down to business. Typical things that high school students would be up to. You on the other hand, didn't go to the game and was only here because your best friend practically dragged you out of the house.

You were not so big into the normal teenage, high school experiences. You were very quiet, antisocial, and didn't have many friends. School dances weren't your thing, especially parties. Instead, your way of having fun was just keeping yourself company. You were one of the smartest, if not, the smartest girl in school; You were a straight-A student, and you loved to read. Reading brought you joy and gave you the opportunity to escape to a different reality. Many people labeled you as nerdy, but you could care less.

You were over people picking on you, and judging you, which was one of the biggest reasons why you were so reserved. You got bullied heavily up to 4th grade, and your parents decide to homeschool you until high school came around. They wanted things to turn around for you, but it was the exact same. The only difference was, you made one solid friend and you ate school lunch, something other than food from your refrigerator.

Currently, the theatre was going to show Prince's "Purple Rain" and you were in the car waiting for it to start with your best friend. She also happened to be a cheerleader. You met her in PE class, one joke led after another and you guys became very tight. You were kind of surprised that you two were friends since you were so opposite from each other, and from different crowds.

Y/B/F/N's turned her head to look at you. She sighed, rolling her eyes briefly before she snatched your book out of your grasp. You groaned with irritation, and turned as well to make eye contact with her, "Can you stop? You made me lose my place."

"Can you just have fun for once? Girl. We're at the movies and the first thing you want to do is shove your nose into a book." She shades, throwing your book into the backseat.

"I didn't want to come tonight." You stress to her, "I have studying and homework I need to do-"

"That's all you ever do." She cuts you off. "Come on, you've known how long I've wanted to see this movie. Just do this one thing for me, please?"

"So you want me to sit in a car for an hour?" You questioned. A smile slowly creeped onto her face, which quickly answered your question.

You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt to get out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm getting snacks." You replied, and before you got out of the car she grabbed onto your wrist.

"Can you get some popcorn? Please?" She asked, with clear as day begging look on her face. You rolled your eyes and got out of the car before she asked for candy as well. Any ounce of candy in her system was a not an option, especially since she had to still take you home tonight. As you walked to the concession stand, you saw just about every single familiar face from school. You were so focused on not making eye contact with anyone that you accidentally bumped into another person in front of you, causing their drink to spill all over your white long sleeved shirt. A couple people who were walking by giggled and the girl you bumped into couldn't of been worse.

"Even those ridiculous glasses you wear still can't help you watch where you're going." Galina dissed, looking you up and down before pushing past your shoulder. Her best friend, Naomi, looked at you apologetically for a second before following behind her. You sighed, looking down at your ruined shirt and turned your head, glaring at her. You saw Galina and Naomi walk back to their car, where the the most popular guys in school happened to be. The twins, Jimmy and Jey Uso, were sitting in the trunk of the car while the guy you've had the biggest crush on for the longest was leaning against it.

Roman Reigns was by far the hottest guy you've ever laid eyes on. He was the captain of the football team, he was smart, and also very kind as well believe it or not. You've only talked to him once, and that was when your chemistry teacher paired you two up for a project not too long ago. Roman was nothing but sweet to you, but since you were extremely shy and quiet, you barely said a word to him the entire time. Not only that, you didn't want any rumors to get out that you liked him. You would get teased nonstop, and Galina, who happened to be his girlfriend, would go out of her way to publicly humiliate you. However, it was nothing new. She was the typical mean girl that everyone was afraid of; You, well you weren't afraid of her really, you just didn't have the energy to deal with her bullshit so you always held your tongue.

"What happened to my fruit punch?" You heard Jey ask Galina. She sighed, wrapping her arm around Roman's waist while he looked down at her.

"Some nerd bumped into me and got it everywhere." She replies, and Roman raised his eyebrow.

"What nerd?" He says. Galina nods towards you. Before you and Roman made eye contact, you quickly turned back around and hurried to the bathroom to try to clean yourself up. This night couldn't get anymore embarassing, you thought.

You stared at yourself in the mirror with a lost expression. There was no way you were going to get this stain out of your shirt. You heavily sighed, adjusting your slightly crooked glasses. As you let a hand fall from your nose to your chin in stress, a strand of your sleeve ended up getting caught on a piece of your braces.

You rolled your eyes, groaning. You hated wearing braces for a million reasons, but this was the main reason why you couldn't wait to get them off soon. They got caught into everything. You tried again and again to get the strand to untangle itself but it wasn't budging. Shit, you thought. Now you had no choice but to go back to the car so your friend could help you. So many things were going wrong tonight and all you wanted to do was just go home at this point.

You took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. As you turned the corner, you almost ran into someone else for the second time. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second before looking down.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, sounding a little funny since the strand was still stuck on your braces.

"Damn, you need some help with that?" An attractive voice said, that you immediately recognized. Fuck, you cursed in your head. You slowly looked up and saw the tall Samoan tower over you with a concerned look on his face. You nervously started to tap your foot and your heart began to beat very fast.

His facial expression turned into an amused one and he gently took the strand out of your hand to help you get it loose, "I'll take that as a yes."

Within a minute, he got the strand loose from your braces and you were finally able to rest your arm by your side. You shyly pulled your sleeve shirt down, "Thanks.."

He nodded with a faint smile on his face. Little did you know, Roman always had a thing for you as well. He knew you as the quiet girl in class, ever since freshman year. It was now senior year and you haven't changed a bit. You guys were in classes together but never spoke before, or even sat together until one project. He admired the fact that you were different; Girls threw themselves at him all the time, which made you think that you could never stand a chance but you were wrong. He loved the fact that you were extremely smart and had a head on your shoulders. You had a unique type of beauty that he adored; The glasses, braces, the infectious laugh and the shyness. Roman deep down has a weak spot for the nerdy girls, even though no one knows about that at all. People assume all the time of what his type is or who he was as a person, when really no one knew who he truly was. The only people that knew him best were his family, and Galina at one point but as time went on Roman wasn't happy with the person she's become.

Galina was practically Roman's day one, they've known each other since they were kids through a family friend. She was never like this intimidating, rude person that she was now. Galina actually use to be very sweet, but ever since high school came around and she started hanging out with certain crowds, that's when the popularity really went to her head. Even though it made Roman sad at times that she wasn't the same person she used to be, he was not afraid to let her know how he felt about it. She promised him she'd change, but she's so far gone that it's out of control. You can't make people change, they have to do that on their own and if not, it's time to let them go. Roman thought about doing that many times, but he just didn't want to hurt her, especially with the history they had. It was just hard all around, and you made it even more tough for him.

"Whatchu' doin here all alone?" Roman asks curiously, then looked down at your shirt subtly. He saw a huge red stain and his mind went back to Galina saying she spilled her fruit punch on someone. He couldn't really make out your face since you walked away so fast, but now he figured out that you were the person that she might of spilled it on. Shit, he cursed in his head. Roman felt very guilty.

You noticed that he looked down at your shirt, causing you to slightly cover yourself from embarrassment. Chuckling nervously, you say "Oh, um. I accidentally spilled my drink everywhere..so I came here to clean it up."

He knew that you were lying since he was aware of what happened, but he didn't push it. He's noticed a lot of people cover Galina's ass so they don't get on her bad side. Roman nodded, looking down and unzipped his black jacket that was apart of his track suit, "I got sum' for you then."

"No no that's okay," You kindly reject. You look behind him to see if anyone walks in on the two of you and your heart starts to race. Lord knows that no one can see you in his jacket. Especially Galina, if so, everyone would be on your ass. You didn't feel like dealing with that drama.

Once he took the jacket fully off, your eyes went directly to his arms. Damn, his biceps were huge. You were completely glued to them until Roman jokes out of the blue, "You know, if you wanna' feel them you can just ask."

You snapped out of it and you covered your face, trying to hold back a laugh while blushing. You looked back up at him with a smile on your face, "That's hands down the corniest thing you've ever said to me."

"At least it made you laugh." Roman says with a small smile on his face. You admire his gorgeous smile while you had one of your own, gently grabbing the jacket out of his hands. You couldn't help but take it after that. This reminded you of all the times Roman would crack the dumbest jokes in class just to get you to smile, since you were so quiet and rarely talked to him. It went over your head that he only did it to impress you.

"I should probably back to my friend before she freaks out." You say shyly, thanking him for the jacket before getting ready to leave. Roman didn't want you to leave since he was enjoying this moment alone he had with you, so he thought fast and quickly stood in front of you. Real smooth, Roman.

You looked at him weirdly and Roman's face turned red. He was going to say something but he completely forgot his train of thought, making you want to laugh. The look on his face was priceless. The both of you grinned at each other before you fell out laughing.

"Don't look at me like that, girl.." Roman said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while you giggled.

"I'm sorry, but you should've seen the look on your face." You pointed towards his face, not being able to contain your laughter, making him laugh even harder. He had the cutest laugh, you could listen to it all day. Once you guys both pulled it together, you both stared at each other in a comfortable silence before he asked, "Do you mind if I can buy you some popcorn or something?"

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that Roman-"

"Don't worry bout' it, come on." He chuckles, nodding towards the exit. You smiled at him, secretly loving every second of this. Never in a million years you would've thought a crush of yours would go out of his way to do this for you. Roman was such a good guy; You were having such a bad night before and he instantly made it better.

You both walked out of door and to the concession stand. The entire time, you guys stood there goofing off and talking while you waited in line. As you guys were occupied in a conversation, you noticed that you were getting a couple of suspicious looks since you were wearing Roman's jacket. However, no one dared to mess with you or give you slick comments either since they were shocked that you happened to be friends with him. Roman wouldn't hesitate to defend you if they did anyway in a heartbeat, but they knew better. You've seen Roman on multiple occasions stick up for people who got picked on at school, and it made your heart beat even harder for him. If there was a way you could just tell him how you felt, you would, but there was just no way in hell that was possible.

"Thanks, Roman. Even though I really don't need all of these snacks-" You giggled softly, looking down at the bag of snacks he had gotten you. Even though you couldn't never complain about snacks.

"Shh." He joked, cutting you off and took the opportunity to sneak cotton candy in your mouth so you'd stop talking, making you laugh. Roman smirked, taking his thumb and wiped off your bottom lip a little bit.

A frog got caught in your throat again as he flirtatiously wiped your lip. You both gazed into each other's eyes for what it seemed like forever until you both heard the movie start. You cleared your throat, and from behind him you saw Galina, Naomi and the Usos stare at you while they were still at the car. The Usos looked at each other with dumbfounded look on their face, like they wanted to laugh but they knew Galina would kill them. Naomi softly smiled at the two of you, while Galina had the most pissed off look on her face.

"Hey..I'll see you at school?" You say to him, with a soft smile on your face but not too noticeable since you knew Galina was staring at you.

Roman simply nodded, returning the smile and just stared at you in awe quietly. You said your goodbyes before you went back to your friend's car.

"Damn, Y/N. I just said popcorn not the whole concession stand." She says, looking at me weirdly. Then she just blankly stared at you for a minute before her eyes widen, realizing what you had on.

"Bitch, is that Roman's Jacket?" She squealed, and you hushed her real quick before she got excited.

"I'll explain later, okay?"

Your friend alternated looks between you and the movie, giving you the side eye as she took the popcorn out of your lap, "This conversation isn't over."

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#roman reigns #1984 #80 #the Usos #naomi wwe #galina anoa'i

[justasimplesinner]

Ooooooo bro I've been saving this one for the longest time. Ok so we can all agree that mof crane probably didn't go to his senior prom and probably felt like shit because he didn't feel like anyone really cared about him right? What if a friend/admirer of his (i.e. the reader) he had mutual feelings for asked to hang out on prom night but told him to dress nicely and meet them by the cornfield. He's having doubts cause of the whole Sherry thing but he meets them there anyway, he's gonna comment on how pretty/handsome they look but they're literally so excited they just grab his hand and drag him through the cornstalks. He's getting real sus after a good 5 minutes of walking and is about to pull his hand away until they arrive at a clearing where they have a radio set up to play slow music, a picnic blanket, a few soda bottles filled with wisky that they may or may not have obtained from another student during class, and a balloon held down by a stack of books they've been dying to share with him. They dance, they get a little tipsy, they laugh, he gets a well deserved smooch or two, then they read under the stars together till they fall asleep cuddling.

Please 🙏.

i so fucking wanted to turn this into a fic but i'd just turn it into 30k words of jon's emotional turmoil and never finish it, so have this instead and keep it in mind that my heart has genuinely melted while writing this and i squeezed out every last bit of fluff it had

Masters of Fear!Jon's dream prom night hcs:

when you tell him to meet you by the cornfields on prom night, he's... conflicted. for two main reasons. one obviously being his trauma after the humiliation Sherry put him through the one time he got his courage to ask someone for a date, and two - this was the night of his revenge. he hasn't told you about this, but this was the night his plans were supposed to come to fruition. this was supposed to be the night he first donned the scarecrow costume, the night that would turn his whole life around. but you... you were his friend. he didn't remember a time when you weren't. you were always there. you were there for him every time got bullied, beaten or humiliated. you were there for his misplaced infatuation with Sherry and you were there to comfort him after he had a head-on collision with reality. and now, you were there for his prom night, despite him not having the courage to actually ask you to go with him. and maybe, just maybe... revenge could wait. maybe he should repay you for going through the trouble (and it was a trouble) of befriending him and staying by his side. so he accepted

you told him to dress nicely, so he did, to the best of his abilities. he donned a brown suit, the only one he had that was supposed to be for his prom and that was just slightly too small. it was the smartest garment he owned and he almost liked how it looked, how it made him seem more serious, more intelligent, but when he saw you... he truly felt like a servant in the presence of royalty. "nicely" wasn't anywhere near to how you looked. you were breathtaking. absolutely fucking breathtaking, to the point where the air actually got stuck in his lungs when he looked at you. thousands of thoughts were running through his head. you were so beautiful. why didn't he ask you to prom? why did he waste his only chance to do something with what you two had? the suspicions as to why exactly were you so dolled up by a cornfield were muffled by his absolute admiration for you as well as that slight self-hatred that accompanied him wherever he went

and then, you complimented him. it wasn't the first time, you were always so supportive of him, but this time it... hit different. it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, not like you haven't called him handsome before, but suddenly he found himself tongue-tied. the best he could muster back was a stuttering "you too", but before he blinked you were already grabbing his hand and rushing him through the cornfields, claiming that you had a 'surprise'. and after his experiences, Jon wholeheartedly despised surprises

there was a battle going through his head because honestly, where the fuck were you taking him, why were you two tearing through a cornfield? what, because he looks like a scarecrow? was it another joke? you were never once mean to him, but at this point, who fucking knew? but also, you were holding his hand. you laced your fingers and squeezed and pulled and your thumb kept rubbing over his skin in almost a soothing manner and you held his hand-

"(y/n), please-" he didn't even know what he was asking of you, all he knew was that he was scared and your hand was both the reason for it and his only source of comfort, but he shut his mouth the second you pulled him into a small clearing and he was faced with... a dream, really. you took care of... everything. you laid down a huge blanket with some light pillows to make it more comfy, homemade snacks, drinks, alcohol, a god damned radio with both your favourites on, a small stack of books with balloons-

he was speechless. completely, utterly speechless. you were talking like it was nothing, how you took the CDs from your home that he liked, how you baked those muffins he always immensly enjoyed, how you sneakily bought whiskey with the help of your older friends, how you brought the books you were just dying to read with him, how you fucking made your own private prom for you two to enjoy in peace, and said it like it wasn't a big deal. and he... brought you nothing. not even flowers. he should've gotten you flowers, like any man would. you made all this and he was just standing there like a fucking idiot, with his hands empty, and he dared to doubt you after everything you two have been through-

but you didn't let him wallow in his self-doubt, instead pulling him down, deciding to start the fun. you sat there, side by side, with you pouring the drinks, munching on snacks, discussing books, laughing and joking around with some music in the background. Jon has spent some amazing moments with you, from skipping school to go to the lake to going on trips with you and your parents to places he never thought he'd visit, but this felt... special. that night, he felt happier. he felt like it meant more

he didn't expect that slow love song he was fond of to play, nor you offering to dance. well, offering might be an understatement. if you offered, that dumbass would've probably refuse out of sheer embarassment and bashfulness. you pulled him up and decided to lead him to the "dance floor" (i.e. area around the blanket), leaving him no room to refuse. yet again, not the first time you two danced together without a care in the world, but the first time it felt so... intimate. you were so close, closer than ever before. you held him so gently, you smiled so brightly and he was so captivated he stumbled over his own feet more than once, but it was all perfect. your chest pressed up against his and then soon enough, your head leaning on his shoulder felt so... right. like you were meant to fit against him, like his arms were meant to hold onto you like this. at the same time his heart tried to beat out of his chest but his mind was an oasis of peace. he felt both nervous and at ease, his face hesitantly nuzzling into you, arms tightening around your body, pulling you so close not even paper could fit in-between you two

it's like he finally realised that what he always wanted was right under his nose all along. that all that time, the only thing he craved was being with you like this. at last, he could understand why his heart always sped up and why he dreamed of you so often. this was way different than the "thing" he had for Sherry. way stronger, way more sincere. he felt more deserving of Sherry than he did of you, like she was closer in his reach than you because you were always so kind to him, because you always cared and he felt like he had no right to ruin what you two had. with Sherry, he had nothing, it was easier to project onto her because he couldn't have you. and all that time, he was unconsciously complicating his own life instead of just... trying to reach for you

he felt like he got really far with you that night, like it was already a big step forward and that maybe, someday, you'd consider something... more. he didn't expect you to kiss him right then and there. he didn't expect you to slowly lift your head from his shoulder and dive right in with only a quick glance into his eyes. suddenly, the whole world stopped, along with his heart. suddenly, the world didn't exist, there wasn't a single thought of Bo, Sherry or his revenge, there was only you. you and your perfect lips moving against his own and your perfect hands cupping his cheek and tangling in his hair. he didn't expect an embarassing mewl to escape the back of his throat but if anything, you didn't seem to mind, only pulling him closer, letting him feel all of you

the kiss was messy, almost awkward, but Jon has never felt anything as divine as your plush lips moving against his chapped ones, your tongue slowly sliding into his mouth, guiding him, showing him what love really felt like. he really didn't know when his arms embraced you tight enough to feel your every move against his body, but it felt right. it felt right to have you this close and to kiss you like this. it felt like this was where he belonged

he needed air, but he needed you more and he couldn't just stop, if it wasn't for you finally pulling away, he might've suffocated on the spot. when he leaned back, his chest was heaving and his lips tingling, but he didn't let you go. it's like... he couldn't. you looked into his eyes, hell, right into his soul and for the first time in his life, he had no doubt. surprisingly, he felt no fear crawling up his spine that he just fucked up, he felt no anxiety that he ruined what you two had. the only thing he felt was the need to kiss you again. and then again and again until he could no more

the rest of that night was filled with cuddles, kisses, alcohol and laughter. with talking until the early hours of the morning, with you comfortably between his legs and him wrapped around you like a blanket. that night ended with his shaky, whispered "i love you" and long, meaningful kisses from you which were quickly becoming his new addiction as you two finally parted ways, only to meet again the next day, and then the next and so on. and maybe none of you knew that, but you saved him that day. saved him from a fate he was not entirely ready for. from a life of crime and pain and severe trauma

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #the scarecrow #masters of fear #my writing #headcannons #fluff #ridiculous amount of fluff #tw alcohol #panshrekual iii #i am dying #this mightve honestly given me a heart attacl

[robinruns]

Ok, Hella Mega Minneapolis weekend recap, let's go (also this post is long sorry not sorry)

I already told yall about Sunday: drove, met up with Maria 🖤 wandered around, found one (1) restaurant, but it was good so it was fine.

Monday: got up and went to the zoo... a zoo? There were animals, here are some that spoke to my soul

Then we got snack and lunch and waited until it was time to walk to the stadium. The line was already pretty long when we got there but it was prime people watching. Also once we got up close they just started ushering peoplw through the "VIP" gate just to keep us moving. Things were NOT moving at the merch table though. Like this whole ass family had so long in line to figure out what they want to do and got to the front and were still talking to their small children about what they wanted.

We grabbed gatorade (because it was still around 87°) and headed to our spot. Luckily we were on the aisle so we had extra space. The girl in front of us was double fisting beers all night, was a MASSIVE fan of Weezer and was generally super cool. She also dumped a drink down a guy's shirt because he and his Jake/Logan Paul lookalike friend were being obnoxious AF and the security guard was just flirting with them instead of dealing with them.

But The Interrupters were great, Weezer was awesome even though there were a couple songs I didn't know.

Then came the main event (for us at least), Fall Out Boy! This was my 3rd FOB show, and actually the 2nd time they were second billed (the last time was when they were on tour with Blink 182 and Panic in 2009). I loved that their set was more elaborate than either of the other bands' and they changed it midway through, and there was a whole narrative to it.

(I'm running out of room for photos)

What I really really loved was seeing how totally fuckin stoked Patrick seemed to be about being up there and performing. Like Pete is always up there talking, and I feel like Patrick can be more subdued, but he just had a real energy to him.

Hi can you tell I love Patrick Stump?

Anyway. I had to go get water mid set because I felt like I was thisclose to passing out. Like at this point we'd been on our feet 4+ hours (not counting time at the zoo) and temps were not cooling down, if anything it was hotter due to the people.

Before Green Day came out, they played Bohemian Rhapsody and I've never heard a crowd all singing like that before, it was great!

So Green Day comes out swinging, it's AMAZING, there's fireworks, it's like it's 2004 and everything nothing hurts. I know they've been pulling a person on stage to play a little with them and the kid they pulled on stage was so freaking stoked, like I'm getting chills right now thinking about how amazing it was. But then the moment I'd been sorta... dreading came.

They played Wake Me Up When September Ends and I lost it. Bless @maria-the-ghoul for putting up with my embarrassing self. Also shout out to beard dude from the other side of the aisle who gave me a hug and then apologized for being sweaty, as if we all weren't drenched in sweat (literally my shirt was totally soaked).

I think that's part of why it took me so long to process the whole night. That moment found that raw spot in my heart and just sorta... I dunno, poked at it. Driving back today I cried again because I just thought about the song. Granted I am very tired (very little sleep, very much activity) and so that probably isn't helping things, but at that point I'd luckily changed my spotify from just playing all of my liked songs to just My Chemical Romance. It really helped. Like I can't convey right now how thankful I am to have their music because it just soothes me so much.

But another thing I felt on my drive home was some goddamn closure on the shit show that was fall 2019. I had songs play that I discovered during that time and that same feeling I'd been carrying for two years was gone. I finally feel at peace with that time period. Hell, maybe it's because I'm more focused on this year's shit show, but either way, I feel better.

And I'm ready to do it again next week

#hella mega tour #hella mega Minneapolis #fall out boy #green day #weezer #the interrupters #personal