#tiny just wants some of that americas ass

[gumnut-logic]

It started with a bang.

Lots of bad things start with a bang, but this one wasn’t obvious.

A stray meteor hit Five. Wasn’t the first time, doubtful it would be the last, but Brains had built her strong enough to resist the majority of non-dinosaur-extincting rock events.

Most of them.

This one got through.

It was tiny, but it was enough to mess with some critical systems and it had both a worried Scott on the line and Brains jumping up and down as both John and Eos hurried to make repairs.

Virgil asked John to come down, but he chose not to.

Apparently his ‘bird needed nursing and Virgil, if he was honest, could respect that.

He really wished he hadn’t.

Being on the more paranoid end of the spectrum considering International Rescue’s history of getting the not so lucky end of anything, Virgil checked in with his space brother every half hour.

For the next twenty-four.

John was sympathetic until about the eighteen-hour mark. After that, he became snarlier each time Virgil poked him.

“Virgil, the damage has been repaired.”

“Humour me.”

“Why?”

Why? Virgil wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he needed to check on his brother. “Because it is my job.”

“Then maybe you should check your own readings because you are being beyond ridiculous.” And John cut the connection.

Great. He’d pissed John off – never a good thing to do.

But half an hour later, Virgil prodded him again. “John, report.”

“I’m fine, Virgil. Go to bed.”

Virgil peered closer at his brother’s hologram and frowned. “John?”

“What?!”

Virgil’s fingers darted over the sensor readouts from his brother’s spacesuit. “How are you feeling?”

“Annoyed. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to ask Scott to stop you from doing this.”

“Go for it.” He frowned at the oxygen saturation stat. “You sure you are feeling okay? Eos, can you give me an atmospheric reading on Five?” The numbers were all good, but something felt wrong.

Something had his hackles up, but he couldn’t identify what.

“All atmospheric reading are within the expected range, Virgil. John needs his rest, why are you continuing to disturb him?”

He stared at his brother floating far above. “I’m not sure, Eos.”

John rolled his eyes. “Then get back to me when you are.” His brother cut the connection.

Virgil sat back in his father’s chair. Maybe John was right. Maybe he was just edgy because of the meteor collision, a reminder of the brutality of space and his brother’s vulnerability so far above them. Maybe it was time for bed.

He lasted another hour before he commed John again.

“Virgil, whyyyy?”

Again, he ran his fingers over the sensors, again they tried to reassure him everything was okay.

But nothing was okay. Virgil was sure of it.

He just didn’t know what or why.

“I’m coming up.”

John stared at him. “What? Why?”

“Can’t I drop in to see my brother?”

“It’s 3am!”

“I’m a night owl.”

“I’m going to kick your ass, Virg. I’m tired. You’ve been bugging me for hours. Leave me alone!” The comm line cut again.

And Virgil’s hackles hit orbit.

John never called him ‘Virg’.

Ever.

“Eos?”

It took a moment. “Yes, Virgil?”

“Could you please lower the elevator?”

“He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Too bad. I need to check on his health.”

Eos didn’t answer.

“His health is important, Eos.”

Another long moment where Virgil considered waking Alan or Scott.

“Lowering elevator.”

There was no clarity in Eos’ voice as to her opinion but she was doing what he requested and that was all that mattered.

Half an hour and several layers of atmosphere later, Virgil was thankful for whatever sense that set him off.

He found John floating aimlessly in the central hub of Five. Above the vista of the planet, the holographics system was displaying a three-sixty view of family photos.

Scott grinned at him from the east, a baby Allie from the south pole, his father from the north, Gordy dressed in squid-print swimwear to the west and their beloved mother smiled her familiar smile from somewhere near Africa.

Virgil’s own picture took out South America next to Grandma in the South Pacific.

“John?”

His brother startled. “You! What do you want?”

Virgil eyed him. “Eos, can you give me those atmospheric readings again?”

“Yes, Virgil.” She rattled off the necessary numbers.

Unfortunately, they did not match the portable air sensor Virgil held in his hand. “Your readings are incorrect, Eos. Run a diagnostic.”

There was a pause as John continued to frown at him.

“Diagnostic complete. There are no errors in the sensor network, Virgil.”

“There is a contaminant in your air supply, John.”

“So you finally found an excuse for being annoying.” His brother flipped mid-air and stared up at the hologram of their father. “You hear that, Dad? Virgil finally has a reason for driving us all insane!” That last was shouted in Virgil’s direction along with a glare.

Virgil ignored it.

“John, I want you to come down to Tracy Island.”

“Why?” It was belligerence itself.

“Because you aren’t safe up here. And I miss you.”

“How can you miss me when you never leave me alone?!”

Virgil pressed his lips together and hit his comms. “Tracy Island, we have an Alert Gold.” The command would wake Scott and probably the rest of the house. It was an alert designed to help protect their most remote family member.

“You’re kidding.”

“No, John, I’m not.”

And John burst out laughing. “Do you ever hear yourself?”

Virgil didn’t answer.

“Obviously not. Other wise you would be insane by now. Or you would nag yourself to death.”

John didn’t mean it. He was under the influence. At a guess, there might be a leak in the thruster assembly, leaking oxidiser into Five. But why the sensors hadn’t picked it up…

“So are you going to tie me up and strap me to a bed because I don’t meet your standards of what I should be? Trample me until the numbers add up correctly?”

“John, Virgil is trying to help you.” Eos’ voice rang like a bell throughout the station.

John flinched. “So, you’re on his side now?”

“I wasn’t aware Virgil had a side.”

John grunted and glared his brother again. “You’ve infected her with your nagging.”

“We are just concerned about you. You are not yourself.”

His brother closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Thunderbird Five, status?!” Scott’s voice practically screamed a combination of worry and command over comms.

“You told! Dobbed me into big brother so he can nag me, too! Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!” John pushed off from the wall and threw himself towards the exit.

Virgil caught him mid-air.

It was a mistake. John was in his native environment. He flipped and slipped out of Virgil’s grasp. The engineer grabbed at his brother and missed as John used him as a launch point to finally reach the exit.

Before Virgil could regain his equilibrium, John had slammed the airlock shut and sealed him in.

Damnit.

“Eos!”

“Working on it.”

What could be stopping the AI from unsealing an airlock was a growing concern.

Dad glared at him from the ceiling.

“Thunderbird Five, answer me!”

Virgil drew in a breath, thankful for his uniform’s standalone air supply. “There is an atmospheric contaminant present in Five’s life support systems. I’m guessing we have an oxidizer leak from the thruster assembly. John is…not himself. I’m working on it.”

“Do you need Three?” In other words ‘can I come up there and join you before I melt from worry?’

“Give me ten and ask again.” He flicked off comms. “Eos, any luck?”

“I have contained him in his sleeping quarters, but you will need to hurry as he is currently attempting to override my program.” The speaker gave a little squawk and went silent.

“Eos?”

The airlock suddenly hissed open.

Virgil didn’t hesitate. He was through the exit and throwing himself after his brother without a second thought. He grabbed a spare helmet along the way. It was time to end this.

He found John yelling at the ceiling and pulling a control panel out of his shower cubicle. Why he thought that was a productive thing to do, Virgil didn’t know, but since Eos hadn’t said a word since, it was concerning enough.

The airlock to John’s quarters unsealed at his touch and Virgil slipped through, sealing it again behind him.

His brother didn’t look up from what he was doing. “So the brat let you out, did she?”

“John, you need help.”

“What I need is silence. No more nagging from annoying brothers. Didn’t you guys get the hint when I moved up here in the first place? All my life it has been the four of you in my ears, always bugging me. Now I’m in space and I still can’t escape you. Why can’t you leave me alone?!”

Virgil swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. “We care, John.”

“Only enough to satisfy your own concern. Not how I feel having to listen to all your caterwauling.”

He’s not himself. It became a mantra echoing through Virgil’s head, but a little voice asked if it was really the truth.

“I can’t believe that.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” John continued to rip electronics out of the wall of his shower.

“What are you doing?”

“Silencing the dawn.”

“In the shower?”

John finally looked up at him but his smile was eerie. “No better place.”

“Then I’m going to have to stop you.”

His brother snorted. “You can try.”

Virgil didn’t move immediately. Instead, he pulled up a schematic on his HUD and confirmed the wiring behind the shower unit. Most of it was innocuous, but one of the main power distribution relays was nearby and that relay supported the main computer. There was sense in John’s statement, of an extreme kind. Taking out Eos by taking out his Thunderbird.

He had no idea what kind of logic was churning in his little brother’s brain, but he had to stop this. He had to get John’s helmet on his head and his body and brain off the cocktail of whatever was in the air.

Virgil pushed off from the wall and barrelled into him. John saw him coming and leapt ceiling-ward. Virgil anticipated the move and compensated enough to grab his brother around the waist.

Virgil had the brute strength, but John had flexibility. Virgil’s only chance lay in hanging on.

So he did.

And John did not like it.

At all.

“Get off me!”

He struggled, shoving at Virgil’s arms. When that didn’t work, he tried to knee his brother in the gut.

Virgil grit his teeth and in return, wrapped his legs around his slippery space-suited brother and began climbing him inch by inch, to get that damned helmet on his head.

John yelled in his ear. Tried a few moves that Kayo, no doubt, taught him. The bruises were beginning to mount up and yet, Virgil still hung on.

John wasn’t himself.

Not himself.

The proof was in the fact he hadn’t yet really employed the solid and attacker-crippling techniques Virgil knew his brother was fully capable of. Instead, they spun around in a totally uncoordinated tumble hitting walls and furniture until Virgil was able to get enough of a grip on his brother to shove his helmet on his head.

The helmet hung loose as John took the opportunity to jab him in the ribs as a result and for a moment Virgil thought he was going to lose his grip and hence the battle, but he managed an extra push and his brother’s suit engaged, automatically switching to its portable air supply exactly as it was designed to do in an emergency.

Virgil continued to cling to his brother to keep that helmet in place long enough to do its job. It earned him an aching kidney and some creaking ribs, but eventually John stopped struggling and fell quiet. A glance through the plexiglass of his helmet and Virgil found John’s eyes scrunched shut.

“John?” Virgil’s voice was hoarse. His belly had taken a beating, literally. Thank goodness for his baldric and all the equipment that came with it.

“V-Virgil? God, my head.” John groaned, his gloved hand scratching at his helmet.

Virgil let out a breath and drew his brother closer. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” He brought John’s head down to his shoulder and held him safe in his arms. There was a need to grab the medscanner. He…he would do that in a moment. “Tracy Island, can we take you up on that offer of a pick up?”

“Virgil, launching now. What’s your status?” Scott was all worry and clipped syllables.

“We’re okay.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on John’s shoulder. “We’re okay.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #john tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I have the next week off #here's hoping I can write something that is not a reblog

[hiddenlife-manager]

Baaabeeee! I need one where jude went somewhere for some time and came back more buff and you struggling to take him while he's being cocky about it. 😭 ❤️ 🥺

Jude Bellingham x Fem Reader

cw... creampie, doggy and missoinary, size kink, taunting Jude, degrading, slight praise, overstimulation, ass slapping, and etc

notepad... I am on a roll, this is like preparing you all for me to go missing for even longer periods. Well enjoy it because I fucking love Jude! Also let us talk about Jude official goal! Request things please.

"I'm too big, baby?" He asked, smirking as his fingers pumped into your cunt, the couch soaking wet from your last two orgasms. "I think I've prepped you enough." You shook your head as he was eye level with your cunt. He licked at your clit holding onto your plush thighs while you tried to move away.

"Ah-no!" You were clearly sensitive; Jude's fingers were coated with your glistening slick. He placed his fingers in his mouth and chuckled at your weak looking body.

"Come on, baby, I know you want it." You sheepishly nodded, and he fixed himself on the couch, his cock at your entrance, your leg over his shoulder. "You can take it, I know."

Jude's muscles were so big now; he towered over your body, and you were tiny compared to him. But it seemed Jude needed you now; he was tired of prepping you and of the pleasure his hand could give him while overseas.

Without a warning, he slammed his cock into you, and your back arched as you grabbed onto the edge of the couch. Your cries were music to Jude's ears; he loved how you shivered from the size. He stayed still; it was as if he were fucking you for the first time.

He couldn't care anymore as he started to thrust into you harder than normal, leaving your eyes landing on your cheeks.

"How charming. Baby can't even take me." He pulled out and stuffed himself back into your cunt. "One month I was in America, and you couldn't take me. You're so tight." Jude grew a feeling to want to grab your ass and pulled it out, leaving you a moaning and breathless slut of his. He turned you around on the couch; your ass was out for him, and Jude chuckled.

"Such a perfect ass." Jude smacked your left cheek, causing you to scream into a decorative pillow. Jude lined himself up and shoved his cock into you, his hands reached your hips instead of thrusting; he made you bounce. Moans ripped through the living room, the stretch stinging each time.

You could only stutter out pleas for him to be gentle, and Jude took that and threw it out the window. When your bouncing slowed down, he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up from the pillow.

"You can handle me." He moaned into your ear and began to quicken his speed. You were shocked as you grabbed onto the edge of the couch, feeling so overwhelmed. Quickly, the pain felt like fullness, and the moans mixed with screams turned into moans of pleasure. Jude chuckled, letting go of your hair, and your face landed back on the pillow.

Jude's left hand pressed on your back as his right gripped your hips. He fucked you quickly, and he was proud of how you were taking his cock so well.

"Take me well, baby." He gloated and was right when he said that your pussy clamped down onto his veiny cock. Jude was so much bigger now; his muscles were stronger and bigger, and he was naturally tall. The thought of it made you close to cumming on his cock. A white ring on his cock began to show up, and Jude chuckled.

"You like it, baby-" Jude grunted as he slammed his cock into you. "I'm bigger now!" He slapped your right ass cheek which made you push your ass towards him, wanting more. Jude's cock twitched in you, Jude was close and needed release. "Haven't cummed in so long, so close." Jude muttered, fucking you harder and faster.

Your body felt the knot, and you knew you were just as close. With one last slap on your left cheek, your legs shivered, and you collapsed. Jude's grunts being loud as you felt his cum fill you up, Jude once more pulled out and shoved himself back into your cunt pushing his cum deep into you. The pain of his girth hurting again makes you scream into the pillow.

#fanfic #x reader #jude bellingham drabble #jude x reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham #jude bellingham one shot #footballer x reader #footballer smut #soccer x reader #jude bellingham fanfic #real madrid smut #real madrid

[abbysbug]

— Dinosaur Museum

Pairing; Ellie Williams x GN!Reader

Summary: You take Ellie to a dinosaur museum, giving her the chance to unload all her nerdy dinosaur facts on you.

a/n: this is also the chance to unload all my nerdy facts on you :3

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"Babe, this is gonna be the best day of your life, I promise." Ellie excitedly pulled you through the gate of the dinosaur museum. You giggled as Ellie's eyes lit up at the sight of the dinosaur exhibition. There were large statues of dinosaurs at the entrance, and towards the back, you could see dinosaur bones encased in display cases. Her grip around your hand tightened and she pointed towards one of the statues. "That's a Stegosaurus. They were herbivorous and lived in the late Jurassic period. Their fossils have been found in North America and Portugal. People used to think they had two brains but that was just a myth that started in the 1870s." Ellie explained "Whoever believed that myth had to be stupid. Two brains? What idiots." You laughed and shook your head at your girlfriend's words, "You would've believed it too" She gasped and pulled away from you, "Are you calling me stupid?"

You shrugged, walking towards a large statue of a T-Rex, "Take it as you want." Ellie decided to ignore your comment as she noticed the dinosaur statue you'd walked up to.

"What's this one, Els?" "You don't know what a Tyrannosaurus Rex is?" She raised an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm giving you the chance to be a nerd, nerd."

Ellie let out a soft "Hmph" before starting her ramble.

"Well, that's a Tyrannosaurus which lived in the Cretaceous period. Their name means 'tyrant lizard' because well, you know, they were cruel and are reptiles. Strangely enough, they aren't considered to be in the same family as lizards, so I have no idea why they're called a lizard."

You hummed, "Why do they have tiny ass arms?"

"It's believed they were used to attack prey that were close to them." Ellie shrugged, "They look pretty stupid with those arms, if you ask me."

You laughed. It did look pretty stupid.

Ellie gasped and ran towards another statue. You assumed it was some water dinosaur due to the large flippers.

"These plesiosaurus are so fucking cool!" Ellie was almost jumping up and down with excitement. "They're called a Liopleurodon which lived in the Jurassic period. They were huge. The biggest one found was 17 meters long. They must have been terrifying. I know I would've shitted my pants if I saw one."

"Ellie, you shit your pants while watching scary TikToks. Everything scares you."

"Oh, okay, whatever." She rolled her eyes, "That was one time. Leave me alone."

It was not, in fact, one time, but you let it go. You'll tease her about it another time.

Ellie spent another three hours explaining facts about each statue in the museum. And you had to admit, it was cute seeing your girlfriend this excited over dinosaurs.

After she had finished ramble about the last dinosaur in the museum, she turned to you with an grin on her face.

"Wasn't that so super fun?" She joyfully asked.

You grinned, kissing her forehead. "It was so super fun watching you geek out."

"Now you can take me to a space museum and listen to me geek out there!"

You laughed, "Another day, baby."

Your brain was not built to take hours of information all at once.

Ellie pouted, but you gave her a quick kiss on the lips, turning her pout into a smile.

She was your little nerdy girl.

#melposts #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #jamieposts #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n

[nitpickrider]

a bit silly, but if you had to fill an Avengers roster, who would you pick?

Wooof, oh me oh my. Let's lay down some ground rules before I do this. 1). Only people who have been Avengers at some previous point in time. Doesn't narrow it down a LOT but this list would be a jigsaw of my favorite Z-Listers otherwise 2). Limiting it to seven people. That's the magic number with superhero teams and it gives me a reason to stop

Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America: Sometimes you just cannot beat a classic and when it comes to Avengers line ups there is no one that I think is more integral than Captain America. The pathos that he brings to the table no matter what character he is interacting with is palpable and reading through his first big volume has given me a deep respect and love for the character. He's our leader for sure, the axis of solid, steady service I can hang my weirder picks on.

Dr. Walter Newell AKA Stingray: You all saw this coming and don't act like you didn't. One of my favorite if not my FAVORITE Marvel Characters of all time. He's a doctor with an interesting specialization. His "I'm only a part time superhero" hangup is even funnier and more interesting if forced into the limelight on THE hero team. Not to mention he comes with his own swanky Hydrobase we can use for an HQ and with his wife and four kids running around underfoot we have the kind of domestic adorability I think any good team needs.

Miguel Santos AKA Living Lightning: The first time I can ever remember reading about a comic book hero being gay, as just like, part of who they are. A tiny detail in their rich inner life. Not to mention the less respect a character gets the more I want to lift them up on my shoulders. He could be the sweetheart with a little chip on his shoulder from not getting the respect his objectively awesome powers objectively deserve.

Angelica Jones AKA Firestar: Something you may not know about me. The first piece of media that really opened my eyes as to the potential and depth and scope of the Marvel Universe was Spiderman and His Amazing Friends. It was cheesy, it was cheap and yet Angelica was the first character that I felt SPECIAL for knowing and caring about. She's happy, she's passionate, her simple classic costume kicks ass and the New Warriors need their goddamn respect. 'Nuff said.

Sersi, Just Sersi: What little I have seen of this character fucking FASCINATES me. This woman is chaos incarnate. It's like she is actively making on the fly decisions with everyone she meets whether she's going to kill them, screw them, turn them into a small mammal or some combination of the three. She's *Instant Plot Complication Just Add Water* because she saw a butterfly and that somehow translates to her blowing the entire team's cover.

Dane Whitman AKA The Black Knight: I love everything about him. I love his vibe, I love the fact that his backstory is built partially around recontextualizing the lore of a mostly forgotten Atlas fantasy comic. I love that he has a wickedly evil cursed blade that comes with the side effect of basically holding him hostage to a heroic moral code. And on top of that he's a dorky intellectual who can't see a social cue if it's blaring at him from oncoming traffic.

Jennifer Walters AKA She-Hulk: ...I do not feel the need to explain or justify this choice. YOU know Jen is awesome. *I* know Jen is awesome. She-Hulk does not need justification. She shows up in stories and makes them better by existing. Also yes this is the bodytype I'd use. Yes, I have an addiction. No, I don't feel the need to explain that either. RESERVISTS: Characters I really like but either don't know enough about or don't think they make good Avengers

Marc Spector and System AKA Moon Knight: One of my favorite dudes but does NOT play well with others. Was interesting for about 10 seconds as a member of the West Coast team but I'd prefer he never touch the ranks again.

Flint Marko AKA Sandman: Marvel did Sandman fucking dirty by never letting him fully reform and be the good guy. I want Sandman to be the good guy dammit

Maria de Guadalupe Santiago AKA Silverclaw: I know literally nothing about her outside of reference books but her powers are dope and I dig her vibe.

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel universe #marvel heroes #superhero #comics #avengers #captain america #steve rogers #walter newell #stingray #jennifer walters #she-hulk #living lightning #miguel santos #angelica jones #firestar #dane whitman #black knight #sersi #marc spector #moon knight #flint marko #sandman #maria de guadalupa santiago #silverclaw #Hope this is what you wanted becuase it took me fucking 40 minutes!

[espinosaurusrexex]

Talk

Neighbor!SteveRogers x female!reader

summary: You like Steve. And, actually, Steve likes you too. But for some reason, you are convinced that he doesn’t. So after you come home one night, drunk off your ass might I add, and freshly stood up by one asshat of a Tinder date, Steve can’t help but confront you about it. And just to make sure you understand his intentions, he has to show you how he really feels.

a/n: So I finally did it, I tried something new... 🫢 I really don’t know what to think about it and I would GREATLY appreciate feedback on this one.

This is basically how I imagine America's golden boy having sex. Say what you want, but he's a softie.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight angst, swearwords, fluff, smut (you can just read until the second “—“ and the story will still make perfect sense if you don’t wanna read that sort of thing) !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

"Fuck." You bumped against the door as your keys fell to your feet. There was no way you were going to open your apartment with all these freaking keys on your keychain. Why were there so many? What the fuck did you need so many keys for?

"Shhhhh," you whispered to the items that would hopefully unlock your comfortable bed when you heard your neighbor rattling behind his door. 

Apartment 25A. You didn't need him to see you like this now. He'd probably be worried by all the noise you made at one in the morning. And then you’d have to tell him what happened.

Aaaaand you were right:

"Are you okay?" A deep voice hushed through the hallway as you bent down to retrieve the keys from the floor. When you stood up again, there was a handsome blonde leaning on his doorway, his face partly hidden by the wooden frame. 

"I'm fine, Steve,” you hiccuped, “go back to bed.”

"Are you sure?”

“Yes."

Maybe going out on a Thursday night had not been the greatest idea, but really it seemed like the only solution to your problem about 4 hours ago. And about 2 hours ago, you were convinced that this was, in fact, the best plan you’d ever had as you told the whole nightclub while sweatily dancing your breath away on the run-down dance floor. 

*clunk* you missed the hole again, scratching the door slightly. 

“Fucking hell...” You muttered under your breath as you leaned your head against the wood to be able to use both hands for the key.

Yep, definitely not that great of a plan if it would end with your having to sleep out in the hall. Well, at least you had a great time for about 1 hour. You’d have to remind yourself of that when you would wake up with a pounding headache tomorrow.

“Here,” Steve said as he approached you. Oh, that's right, he was still here. 

He took the chain from your hand gently and looped his arm around your waist to hold you steady. It took him a while to find the right key, but when he finally opened the door with his left hand, you had almost fallen asleep standing up, with your head on his shoulder. Why did he have to smell so good? That was just unfair.

“I don’t need your help.” You mumbled as the both of you tumbled over the threshold.

“Sure you don’t.”

He watched as you desperately tried to unzip your dress. But the zippy thing was too tiny. Why did they make those so tiny? This was impossible. Nobody would be able to open that. Why did you even choose it? That asshole who had stood you up didn’t even deserve to see you in that skin-tight number, and now you even had the trouble.

“Stop looking.” You fell over your shoes with your hands behind your back.

“I’m not looking.” His arms crossed before his chest, Steve frowned.

“Then stop scolding me.”

“I’m not.” He totally was. He was judging you for being drunk. You didn’t like it. Especially because this was all his fault. If he just weren’t so perfect, all of this could have been avoided. But, no. Mr. Golden boy had to go and mess it all up. 

“I can do this on my own.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he scoffed.

Of course, deep down you knew that this was probably a really unreasonable approach to the situation but that didn’t change the fact that you were still hurt. And, well, Steve was here and he was partly a reason for this hurt - so he had to take the blame for tonight.

“Why don’t you just let me help you?” You didn’t need his perfect stupid hands on your body. And you certainly didn’t need his hot breath on your skin while he unzipped that damn dress, either.

“Because I don’t need you!” Your hands fell to the side, your eyes focused on Steve as you struggled to ignore the burning in your eyes.

“I don’t need you...” You whispered.

“You said that already.” What was that? A fast glimmer swooshed through his stare. Almost unnoticeable if you hadn’t already looked at him. 

“Well, good.” There it was again. Was that... hurt?

His shoulders slumped. “I’m gonna go then.”

You didn’t reply, just turned away and headed to the bedroom before you could hear the door close. Silently, of course, Steve didn’t want to wake the neighbors.

—

It was 6pm. 6pm and you still hadn’t knocked at his door. You had come home by now - walked by his door twice. You walked past twice and you didn’t check in. He had left the mail purposely but you didn’t check in. What had happened last night? Steve couldn’t deny that your encounter had pulled on his heart. Something must have happened. He’d seen it in your eyes last night. The hurt, the hopelessness, the acceptance of pain. They were slightly dull when you had looked at him through the haze. And even though your eyelids had covered most of that beautiful y/e/c, Steve felt the emotions settled within a hundred times more intense. 

Steve looked at the clock again: 6:02pm. His leg bounced nervously while his hands clawed into the armrest. 

He had to know. He had to ask even if it was the stupidest thing he’d ever done. You obviously didn’t want to see him, but he had to at least know why.

So, sure enough, about one minute later, Steve was standing in front of your door, hand knocking on the wood like a maniac.

Muffled rumbling pushed through the barrier. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

And when the door finally opened, Steve was met with your annoyed face that vastly turned into a hard stare once you recognized him.

Before you could say anything he brushed past you, settling in the same spot he had the night before. “Why would you say that?”

“What do you mean?” Frustration laced the air as you stared at him from the doorway, your hand still clutched on the knob.

“Why are you so...” His hands flailed in the air. “One day you ask me to hang out and the next I get the cold shoulder. One day I get spare cookies and the next I'm not allowed to help you open your door. What... what?”

“Why do you even care, Steve?” You closed the door.

“Why do I care? Are you serious?” This was a joke, right? After all, it was Steve who would cut out the articles of the papers he thought interested you and pushed them under your door after you had canceled your subscription. It was Steve who knocked on your door after every exciting event to tell you everything about it first. It was Steve that had been waiting behind his door after every night out, to listen to your footsteps telling him that you had gotten home safely. It was Steve who, despite your constant stubbornness, cared and worried for you. It was also him that had racked his mind about the meaning of your behavior towards him for the better part of today just to be met with that coldness again. Who would do that if they weren’t harboring a big fat crush?

“Well, yes! Because for all I know I’m just the stupid neighbor that will never be good enough for you!”

His heart dropped as he watched the tears brim in your eyes. His features softened, his shoulders slumped, and his fists unclenched. “Why would you think that?”

It was silent for a good moment. Nobody moved, and about twelve eternities later, you finally looked up at him.

“I’ve just never been enough for anybody. Why should you be an exception?”

It was gone. All the rage, the confusion, the hurt - deceased, swept away by a wave of realization and pulled into the deep ends of his mind.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, seriousness laced within but his eyes were soft. There was a hinge of disappointment hidden between the letters of your name. Whether it was of him or you, Steve couldn’t tell.

“No, I don’t need a lecture from you,” you answered harshly, almost as of you were trying to interrupt him. But Steve had not intended to add any more words. He had hoped it was enough, the way he had said your name - the expression he had fought to uphold while being ripped apart by sadness. Obviously, it wasn’t.

“Yes, you do,” he decided quickly and moved closer. Your eyes switched between his. “Because for all I know, you’re the most amazing person there is. You’re kind and lovely. You say good morning to the grumpy old man next door every time you see him even though he has not replied once. You care so much. You climbed over the fire escape to water my plant when I was out for a week. You always check if I’m ok when I don’t get my mail before you go to work. Why don’t you let other people do the same for you?“ His Hand reached out toward you, laying gently on your cheek. “Because a bunch of douchebags have failed to tell you how amazing you are?” Steve’s chest was heaving, his heart hammering to his ribs.

Your stare was solid, fighting with comprehension. And then, within about three heartbeats, there it was. A settlement. A decision. Confidence. Steve could see it wash over you gradually. And he loved it. 

In the next moment, you leaped forward, your arms slung around his neck and your lips pressed to his eagerly, desperate. And Steve did everything in his power to put all the feeling into his response. Greedy hands clammed to his shirt as your hot breath fanned over his cheek. His hands held you tight, as they pressed you to his body, protective and scared to lose this - to lose you in this moment of heat and passion.

—

The floorboards creaked as Steve ushered you to the Sofa, his hands already working on your shirt, slipping beneath and finally making contact with your skin. A low grunt escaped his throat as the heat of your skin seeped through him through his fingertips. They traveled down on your body, slipping past the elastic of your joggers and resting on your ass. You pulled away merely, holding his face in your hands and admiring the dazed look in his eyes. 

There was so much to unpack still, and you would have loved to hear him tell you about how much he liked you for another hour, but with the way his touch felt on your skin - hot and needy - you were just as eager to have him show you. 

He nudged you backward with a tender smile, laying you down on the cushions as your hands began to work on the hem of his shirt.

“This needs to go.” You moaned as his lips reattached to your throat, hot tingles shooting to your core with the weight of his body on yours and the pressure of his growing budge prominent on your thigh.

His shirt was off in no time and as your hands finally roamed his bare and muscular back, the realness of the moment hit you. This was him. This was Steve as he wanted you to see him and that sparked a warmth in your chest you’d never felt before. 

Steve worked his way down your body, over the valley of your breasts, and further down to your belly button. He tugged on the flimsy t-shirt, mirroring your prior action and silently telling you to take it off as well. He helped you pull the shirt over your head and as soon as it landed on the floor his lips went back to caressing every inch of your skin. A calloused thumb brushed over your nipple and you clenched the nothingness between your legs. Another moan with the flick of his tongue on the other. 

Your hands buried themselves into his har, tousling and pulling on its end to earn yourself a deep groan that only sent more vibrations through your spine. Nobody had ever made you feel so wanted, so shamefully prized and-

“My God, you’re beautiful, Y/N.” Oh, God. This man had pressure building up in your stomach without even touching you where you needed him most. His hands were still roaming your torso, his lips addicted to the soft flesh of your breasts, boldly wailing as you pulled him up to your lips again. 

Steve was eager to see all off you, feel every inch of your body beneath his plush lips, but at the same time, he needed to take it slow. He forced himself to savor the moment, drag it out as long as possible, to make sure he’d never forget the taste of your skin. 

“Steve,” you whimpered as his fingertips wandered back down to your ass, “I need you.” 

His lips left a trail of warm soft butterfly kisses to the top of your pants. “I know, sweetheart. I know.” The rumble of his voice on your belly sent another gush of wetness to your underwear. 

Did this man know how fucking sexy he was? He was alluring when he wasn’t even trying, so really, you didn’t know why you expected anything less when he actually did. But this, this was better than every annoying detail you had frustratedly pictured during lonely nights.

Steve pulled off your joggers with ease and panted at the sight of the wet patch on the lacy material between your legs. His cock twitched, telling him just how ready he was to finally taste you, feel you, be with you. Hell, he could come right there just looking at you squirm under the unbearable absence of his touch during the pause he had to take to admire you. But he reminded himself that this was a moment to appreciate. Because, as hurtful as it was, Steve didn’t know just how much you needed him. He didn’t know if this was a heat-of-the-moment thing or the start of something beautiful. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to love you like that again.

“Steeeeeve,” you whined. His eyes found yours in an innocent puppy stare from between your legs and the audacity he had to act so virtuous in this very position made you squirm once more. 

“Please.”

This right here was ecstasy for Steve. The mere whisper of your voice, your hands in his hair, tugging, pulling, and the desperate need for him to be the one to help. “Say no more.”

Steve pressed an open mouth kiss on your clothed core, warm breath making your insides tingle, and a second later the lace was gone, replaced by a cold puff of air he blew over your heated center. Your breath hitched as he unexpectedly attached his mouth to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue in just the right way. Every stroke sent shivers up your spine and back, making you grip the edge of the sofa in an attempt to keep steady. “Sweeter than honey,” he grumbled to your skin.

Steve had one hand pressed on your abdomen, holding you in place, and the other gripping your thigh in a firm but careful grasp. He had to rut against the sofa to relieve some tension from his already pulsing dick - this was you time, he’d get to be rewarded later. Every moan he ripped from your throat drove him on further, motivating him to make you feel good.

Another gasp sprung from your lips when you felt your muscles tighten, a familiar tingle already building up beneath his hand and you eagerly tried to lift your hips against his face. Steve knew you were close, he could hear it by the way every breath out was accompanied by a sound so vulgar it had him on the edge as well. 

He took the hand looped around your leg, gathered some slick with his finger, and slowly pushed it into your pussy, finding the spot that had you screaming in pleasure. The action made him moan against your core, a sensation so intense it had you unravel before his eyes. Steve could feel your walls gripping his finger tightly, your hips lifting from the cushions in anguish. Another flick of his tongue and the knot of white, hot pleasure exploded in your gut.

The intensity of your orgasm had you choking on air, prolonged by Steve’s steady drag of his finger. He pulled his face back, as he watched you ride out your orgasm, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging slack as you finally caught your breath again when the pressure subsided. A content smile was sneaking on his face when he saw your chest rising and falling evenly again. 

“That was-” You were out of breath. “Do it again.”

The room was hot, the smell of sex in the air when your hands reached for Steve’s neck to pull him to your lips once more. “With pleasure,” he mumbled against your mouth with a smirk, the taste of yourself still evident on his tongue and starting up the excitement in your core once again. 

Steve thrusted forward, the hard-on beneath his jeans now painfully desperate to spring free, as was your need to finally feel all of him inside of you. What you had already experienced was amazing as it was, but you knew - something told you - that it was just a fraction of the things he could show you.

Your hands fumbled on the button of his jeans, drawing grounds from Steve every time they brushed his bulge. But he let you work and settled on watching your dark eyes with every step you came closer to fully undressing him. He reveled in the anticipation they held for him. The beautiful color of your orbs was almost fully overtaken by lust and mischief, and it turned him on beyond belief. 

You sighed as his pants finally opened and pushed them off his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprung free and slapped against his abs. Your eyes switched to his face for the fraction of a second and your mouth began to water at the sight of his leaking tip. He was painfully hard, and as you reached down to stroke him, Steve stropped your wrist. 

“But Steve-“

“Please, Y/N. I need to be inside of you.” His eyes were pleading, and you swore they were a little glassy from the despair laced within his tone. 

You just nodded in anticipation, scooting back a little and watching him as he chuckled and shook his head. You were so fucking cute, all ambitious and greedy for him. He couldn’t believe that this was really happening. That he got to be so lucky. And that was after he had already had his tongue on your pussy.

He fished his wallet from the pants on the floor and retrieved a condom at record speed. It was rolled on before you could even offer to do it, but that was okay, because the next second, Steve’s body was pressed against yours again, his weight comfortably pushing you into the sofa. His cock poked your thigh, earning a breathy moan from you. 

His eyes held your stare for a solid second. There were more words hidden in his gaze than he could have ever said in years. You could see it all: thankfulness, devotion, need, dedication, and was that... love? Steve kissed the corner of your mouth before he grabbed his dick and gathered some slick with his tip, stopping right at your entrance. He sent another look your way. This one was a question, a confirmation that this was in fact what you wanted, maybe even needed. He knew he’d stop right here if you just said the word. He’d wait forever if it meant that you were comfortable - felt safe in his presence.

“Steve just- please just do it,” you whined and moved your hand to his ass to push him into you. You didn’t need to say that twice. He slowly thrusted forwards, letting you adjust to his size with every inch he gave you, watching and carefully analyzing your facial expressions.

The stretch was heavenly. And the slight burn his cock produced just drove you on further as your hands fell back to his head. Steve had his forehead pressed to yours as he finally bottomed out, remaining still for a couple breaths to adjust to you as well.

“You’re heaven.” He breathed against your skin, feeling every inch of his dick engulfed by your velvety walls. You couldn’t respond. It was all so much, so good. This suddenly felt real. You didn’t know, why now, but this - him, so close to you - for you, it was like a proper explanation. A final answer to your never asked questions. 

You had your eyes closed for another second, and when you opened them again, piercing blue engulfed you with all its beauty. You kissed him again, pushing the air from his lunges. When you lifted your hips, he started moving slowly. 

Every drag of his cock sent a wave of pleasure through your body, the friction unbelievably rewarding. Steve bit his tongue with every moan he earned, hopelessly trying to suppress the need to burst right then and there. He couldn’t do it just yet, not until he had pushed you over the edge once more. 

His thrusts grew faster with this determination in mind. He propped his elbow next to your head, his other hand found yours and laced his fingers with yours as he pushed your hands onto the pillow above your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips, giving him a deeper angle to push into you. His tip brushed right on that spot with this new position, every thrust sending perfectly small electric shocks to your limbs.

Your free hand dragged painfully slow indents to the skin on his back, making him moan out in pleasure. He lost his control for a second there, thrusting forward with force and in turn pushing you closer to release.

“Fuck, right there.” Heavy pants filled the small living room. Hot skin on skin, a thin layer of sweat coating your bodies with every wave of pleasure pulsing through you.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, the steady sensual rhythm occasionally losing pace. But Steve wouldn’t let up until you gave him one more orgasm, just one more to finally have him let go as well. His thrusts grew faster with every kiss he placed beneath your ear, the knot in your stomach gradually building until it seemed impossible to hold on. Steve felt your walls gripping him tighter. He was ready, you were ready, you just had to-

“Let go,” he whispered to your sweet spot. And with one final hard thrust, he sent you crashing down. His name rang through the room in a high pitch as your muscles clenched so hard around his cock that he wasn’t able to move anymore. The sensation was so intense, so unbelievably long, and euphoric that you felt like you were floating. Your head felt empty like all the thoughts were blown from your mind, leaving nothing but feeling for this very moment. When your walls began to pulse, he started moving again, chasing his high that had been impending for far too long. 

His hand clenched around yours as every thrust bottomed out entirely. Steve tried everything to hold himself up, but his arm gave out with the pleasure shooting through his veins. Your hips met his in free motions, riding off the other’s orgasms until all the strength was drained from your bodies. 

Steve buried his head in the crook of your neck as your bodies stilled. Your fingers still intertwined, greedily holding onto something tangible, something that felt real other than the impulses your nervous system fired through your entire being.

Minutes passed of you just lying there, comprehending the situation. A smile snuck its way on your face as the realization settled and the post-orgasm bliss consumed you fully. Steve’s chest pushed into yours with every deep breath he took on top of you. The hand on his back found its way up to his hair. You pressed your lips to his head as your nose took in the smell of his shampoo. Steve enjoyed the warmth of your skin on his cheeks. He felt like he belonged right here: tugged into you - fully inside of you. 

He smiled too, lifting his head slightly to press a kiss to your shoulder. “Next time you wanna drink yourself stupid, do it with me. At least then I’ll know that you are safe.”

You just chuckled in response. Your nails scratched his scalp lovingly, your eyes closing as you hugged him closer to you... if that was even possible.

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2. SO SCANDALOUS

"-ess.. princess. wake up, we need to get ready. kacchans making pancakes right now."

grumbling, she turns over to look at her clock. it's 10:15am, izuku let her sleep in a bit. today, the class was going out to the mall then the arcade to have class bonding time. with everything that's gone on, from the USJ incident and the tension from the sports festival, to the fight with stain (where endeavor unfairly took credit, causing the girl to have a "slight" hatred for him), and even the final exams, having to go against All Might with Bakugo and Midoriya, it was just a lot to handle. they're just kids, and kids need breaks.

walking into the bathroom, the girl began her daily morning routine.

"damn.. i look ROUGH..!" she said as she looked in the mirror. her bonnet looked as if it was trying to run away, her tank top was all twisted up, right boob was up in russia while the left one stayed home in america. she had eye boogers all around and her angel bite piercings were no where to be found.

she slept good.

"you know what... let me just wash my face right now and i'll do everything else after i eat."

her face care routine consists of ; black african soap, witch hazel, hydration drops, and a bit of coco butter.

finishing up and putting away her stray boobs, she found one of bakugos stolen hoodies and made her way downstairs.

(i would just like to add that she sleeps in boxers so yk that ass lookin fat 😋)

"good morning guys!" she greeted everyone, with a slight smile and wave. almost everyone was up, with the exception of a few people.

"hii y/n!"

"mornin bestie!!"

"Good Morning, Y/n! Glad to see you awake!"

and so on and so forth

"mornin angel.. im making your pancakes right now, but there's bacon on the tiny burner and i made u a tiny omelette. those burner thingies really come in handy, you know?"

"its a heating tray, katsu. and yes, that's why i bought them." she bought them for holidays like christmas and american thanksgiving, but since there's 21 kids living in one dorm, it's used more than expected.

"is that my fucking hood?? i've been looking for that for weeks!" bakugo exclaimed, turning around to give the girl a plate so that she could fix her food. "when the hell did you even- whatever.. as long as i get it back."

(Spoiler Alert, he doesn't)

"erm.. anyways..! so guys, what time are we supposed to be leaving??" asked y/n, going to take a seat next to shoji.

"Well, we're trying to leave for the mall around 12:45 since it isn't far, then leave the mall no later than 4:30-5." yaomomo began to explain. "I was able to rent the arcade from 6:15 to 10:30, food and drinks included, along with lazer tag , and we get the option of going in the bounce area, so when we get there just let me know."

"damn yaomomo... i knew you was stacked but DAMN!!"

"ong, bro's LOADED.."

"i'm calling you if i need to bailed out of jail."

"honestly guys it's not much, i just want us to have fun and relax as a class while being safe!" yaomomo said with a small smile on her face. she was literally loaded, like pockets so deep they could fit 3 gallons of milk each, pockets so swole they need an ice pack, pockets so fat they need they own TLC show type rich. but even so, she didn't like to flaunt her wealth. she'd rather use her money to pay for gifts and events for her friends, rather than to flex some diamond earrings or a gold necklace. She's still a teen girl though, so she still loves to go shopping. The girl is really just happy that she's found friends that actually love her for her, and not for her money.

"you're so cute yaomomo! i love you!"

"well thank you y-"

"if anyone, i mean ANYONE fucks with you, call me. these hands are rated E for Everyone. my fists are activists. i dont care if they're old, young, tall, short, fine, ugly, gay, straight. I believe in equality, and with equality comes equally distributed ass whoopings jus-"

"OK, n/n! i think momo gets how much you love her! since you're done eating can u help me?" midoriya interrupted the girls small rant.

"you gotta face the consequences of last night huh? you should've listened to me, but yeah i'll help!"

"you dont have to rub salt on the wound!" he whined. "i'll get stuff and meet in your room again?"

"sounds like a plan, izuku!" she replied, getting up to grab her plate and bring to the kitchen.

"OoOh y/n~" jirou began to tease. "last night? your room AGAIN? what scandalous activities have you been up to?"

"chill kyo, its not like that! he messed up his hair on his own and we always hang in my room bc its more.. welcoming.. then his."

"i know, y/n! im jus messin' with ya."

with her plate in hand, y/n walked into the kitchen where bakugo resided. he was cleaning the and putting away the dirty plates before he started to soak the pans.

"so, the nerd fell asleep in your room again huh?" he asked, washing a plate.

"yeah, he started to doze off a little while after you left, so he slept with me."

"i dont know why you guys dont just ask eachother out yet. you two are basically in love with eachother."

"katsuki, you know how i feel, and you know how zuku is. im pretty sure if he would act the same way with the rest of the class as he acts with us if he just trusted them more." she informed, getting ready to wash her plate before bakugo snatched it.

"don't even try it." ever since they could crawl, they've never let the girl lift a finger. hungry? chef katsuki at your service! scraped your knee? Dr.deku to the rescue! and yes, they know that she's the perfectly capable and well off to do these things on her own, but why should she when she has two men to do it for her?

"anyways. we've all known eachother since literally birth. i see things, i observe things. you two are literally inseparable. im pretty sure y'all first words were eachothers names. you know how you act around him, you see with your own two (or four) eyes the way he acts with you, and im pretty sure he peeps it too. just ask eachother out already and stop being pussies for fucks sake!"

"oh my gosh?? shut the fuck up?? you're so damn loud??" she said, slapping him in the back of his neck.

"aye. try me again and we gotta tussle. i'm not deku. i'll will beat the black off you. i strike so much fear into your melanin pigmentation that it will come to me."

"whatever katsuki, u can run me my ones later, i gotta go help zuku now."

"ight then angel, u better be ready. see ya later."

with that, she finally left the kitchen and headed towards her dorm to meet izuku.

.*•

"finally.." the boy sighed. it's now 11:45 am, and they (she) just finished detangling, moisturizing, and somewhat styling his hair. at this point, her fingers and wrists were tired, her back was aching, her feet were sore, and she had the very violent urge to go back to her black roots and pop this nigga with the comb.

"I know damn well YOU not heavy breathing like you did some work. all yo lazy ass did was sit there and watch Netflix. YOU COULDN"T EVEN HOLD THE DAMN SPRAY..."

"I'm sorry, ma. thank you so much, I should've listened to you last night. now do you already have clothes ready? or do you need to pick something out?" he asked, pulling her into a hug and rubbing her back.

".. you better be so lucky i love you. but yes, i need to pick. have u chosen?"

" yup, right before I came to wake you up. so i'll help you if you want?"

"yes please"

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I FINALLY DID IT YALL..

and i already started the next chapter🙏🏾

well i split this chapter up into 2 to make things easier on me and y'all!!

so if its not out by next week then i'll post something embarrassing 🙏🏾

BUT ILL BE IN DUBAI FOR A WHILE SO JULY 13th IS MY DEADLINE

anywho

when i show outfits and stuff they're just there for ppl like me who can't visualize that well <3

WELL

UNTILL NEXT TIMEE

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[jerzwriter]

Not a Valentine

OK - this is for @mydemonsdrivealimo's three-word prompt: Casey, Jensen, Valentine. This is pure silliness. I hope you enjoy it.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Casey Carrick (F!MC), Jensen Valentine (M!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 683 Summary: It's lunchtime for Casey & Jensen... and some annoying interns, too. A/N: Jensen belongs to @mydemonsdrivealimo. I've discussed how Casey will just pull these random questions out of her ass. Tobias and her friends have gotten used to it, but I've never written it down before. I really want to do a "Random Questions with Casey" series... so this might be the start. :)

There was a reason they never came to the cafeteria at this time of day; it was simply overflowing. It was overflowing with visitors and staff alike, including a bunch of interns who had the audacity to commandeer Jensen and Casey’s regular table. Casey was especially annoyed because they weren’t just any interns. The two obnoxious little twits that flirted entirely too much with Tobias and Bryce were among them. With the line moving painfully slow, she shuffled closer to Jensen and muttered something about “accidentally” spilling her supersized drink on them in his ear.

Just then, one of the twits announced they were going to get a slice of chocolate fudge cake before they ran out. With a sinister grin, Jensen grabbed the last two slices and tossed them onto Casey’s tray.

“Better?” he asked.

Her eyes lit up with a delightful glint. “You know me too well.”

Casey offered a smile and a tiny wave when the crestfallen intern saw the empty shelf where their desert of choice had been.  

“See! Now we have the cake and the hot guys!” Casey announced as they took their undesirable seats next to the kitchen entrance. “Who said you can’t have your cake and eat it, too!”

Jensen looked at her pointedly. “What’s with you? Are you exceptionally sleep-deprived today or something?”

“What do you think?” She snapped, spearing her salad with a fork. “I’m an attending and I have an infant at home.”

Jensen shrugged as his teeth sunk into his burrito. “I didn’t tell you to get knocked up.”

“You didn’t tell me to become a doctor either. Your point?”

“There is no point,” he said, wiping a dollop of chipotle sauce from his chin.

Reaching over the table, he took the fork from her hand, sliced a chunk of cake, and shoved it into Casey’s mouth. Relishing the delicious treat, Casey made a few inappropriate noises then smiled. “Thanks... I needed that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Bryce taught you that trick, didn’t he?”

Opening his notebook with a tiny smirk, Jensen didn’t say a word. They continued eating in comfortable silence, reading notes from the case that came in earlier today when Casey’s mind began to wander.

“You know what’s weird? Your last name is Valentine.”

Jensen shut his notebook. He knew her long enough to know random question time with Casey had begun.  

“I think it’s weirder that your last name is Carrick.”

“Shut up,” she mocked. “It’s just that your last name is Valentine, and you’re not a fan of Valentine’s Day..”

“I’m ambivalent about Valentine’s Day, so it’s not a big deal.”  

“Well, that’s good. It’s not like your last name is Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, that would suck... not to mention it would be weird, since no one has the last name Thanksgiving.”

“I’m sure someone does,” she said, grabbing her phone.

“Are you...”

“Googling!” She beamed as Jensen rolled his eyes.

“Look at that! According to the U.S. Census, no one in America has the last name Thanksgiving!”

“Fascinating,” Jensen replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“But there are 40,000 Valentines!”

“Also fascinating.”

“Oh! But there are 57,000 Carricks. Wow, there are more Carricks than Valentines. Look at that!”

“Really?” Jensen replied with a smartass grin. “Are you sure your husband wasn’t responsible for any of them? You know, before you were together he did get around.”

Casey took a dollop of whipped cream from her cake and flung it his way, her eyes narrowing menacingly.

“Bite me, Valentine! But you just successfully shot down random questions with Casey.”  

“I’ve become skilled at it. I mean, I live with Bryce. Between the two of you, it’s about survival.”

“But when he does it, you don’t shut it down. You sit there and stare at him all heart eyes.”

“That’s because he’s my boyfriend.”

“And I’m your best friend! When I babble, you need to start looking at me, at least how you look at food when you’re hungry... which is essentially all the time.”

“I mean, I think that’s more Tobias’s job, but sure, I’ll try.”

Pleased with herself, Casey smiled. “Thank you! “Now you can return to your reading. I’m going to try and trip that obnoxious intern.”

Told you it was silly! :)

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!plus size reader

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A/N: Hello there. Welcome back. This is just a one shot I had on my brain. Something a little smutty. I hope you like it. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to comment/reblog. I am always open for suggestions on any fic I write. Okay let's give it a go. Love ya byyyyyeeee.

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Word count: 5,600+

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Alcohol use, sexual situations, language, slight angst, light hurt/comfort, miscommunication and not proof read.

Summary: What a handsome stranger Eddie Munson is. Is it a bad thing to want him in ways you are scared to say out loud? Only time will tell.

It was weird how things started with Eddie Munson. But weird was what you needed.

Being in a new town, with zero family or friends was nerve wreaking. Still, you needed the change.

You were always a free spirit. Or at least tried to be. Trying new foods and exploring. Going on little excursions to waterfalls or experiencing the hidden gems across America was the best way to spend a life.

However, it was time to settle down and find a job.

To be honest, you never even heard of Hawkins. But somehow you found yourself there.

You had been in this cute small town for a good two months now. You had started work as a waitress at Benny's a month prior. Sure, it wasn't something you planned on doing forever. But the tips were really good.

Moving on to the night you met a handsome stranger.

You were invited out for drinks with a couple of coworkers. With no plans other than watching a movie, you went.

You drove to this tiny bar in the middle of nowhere around 10pm. You rummaged the back seat for something other than your uniform to wear. But to no avail. You gave up after a few minutes and sprayed yourself with body spray. You applied some watermelon lip gloss and unraveled your hair.

" It will have to do." You said before heading in.

It was pretty dark inside and there was a live band setting up. Not really paying attention to the guys on stage you searched for your coworkers. When you saw them you waved and went over.

You were two drinks in when the band started playing Hysteria by Def Leppard.

You gasped. " Oh my God! I love Def Leppard."

And for the first time you actually looked at the stage. Your eyes immediately locked with the lead guitarist. He. 👏Was. 👏Magnificent. Quite literally taking your breath away. So much so that you averted your gaze to see if it was you he was actually looking at. When you looked back he was grinning and still staring. With the sudden nervousness and shyness filling you, you turned around.

Calm down. Calm down.

It was then you had decided to stop drinking. You need an hour to sober up so you could drive home. You also needed to step outside and cool down. Because you had already started sweating buckets. He made you feel hot as hell.

Deanna, one of your coworkers went outside to smoke. So you followed her.

About 15 odd minutes later you were back in the bar and the band was breaking down.

A little disappointed in not seeing the guy with the pretty brown eyes. You sighed and went to the ladies room.

When you came out the guy from earlier was coming out of the men's room. He had a fresh sweat free shirt on and his hair was free from the bun you saw earlier.

He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. Instead he just stopped and grinned. Giving you a wink then looked away.

That's all he needed to do in order to have you back in the ladies room. With the door locked.

He had your ass at the edge of the sink. Fucking a thick 7 inches in you.

You didn't do shit like this. But this guy made you weak and made your core ache.

Heavy breathing, soft moans and grunts filled the air. He felt good. Maybe too good. Either way, he gave you one of the best orgasms you've had in a very long time.

You left the bar that night with a disbelief of what you did. But also with the biggest smile.

…

Next time you saw the guy was at the grocery store.

You quickly turned and apologized. " Oh crap! I-I'm so sorry."

You were shopping for dinner about two weeks after the hook up, when you rounded the corner into another aisle. You froze when you saw him. He was reaching for something on the top shelf. This caused his shirt to ride up a little. You caught a glimpse of his happy trail.

Feeling a bit flustered, you started backing away. Walking right into another customer.

Trying to fight the urge to look up, you lost. And of course this handsome man was staring at you. Then he did it. He smiled and winked.

Next thing you knew, you were face down ass up in the back of a van.

He had been pounding into you for a good 5 minutes before you were close.

What was it about this guy that made you cum so fast? Was it the bedroom eyes? Was it the way he touched you? Or was it the way his cock fit you so perfectly? Honestly, the guy knew how to perform. He wasn't too gentle. But also not brutal. Overall, he was flawless. Everything about him screamed to your core. Making you so happy to see him again.

He came right after you did. Both panting in satisfaction next to each other.

" I'm Eddie by the way."

You avoided his eyes as much as possible. Now feeling the embarrassment of not introducing yourself. Truthfully, it didn't seem necessary when it was supposed to be a one and done type of thing. But then it happened again. Which wasn't a terrible thing. It was just awkward now.

It was a dick thing to do. However, you were very awkward in social situations. Therefore you climbed out of the van and headed to your car.

So you quickly got up and put on your bottoms. Giving him a fake little smile. " It's uhh nice to meet you…ummm I need to go. Thanks. I-I had a wonderful time."

You felt like a piece of shit for not saying your name. And prayed that you never saw him again.

That wasn't the case though.

…

You saw him again during a late shift at Benny's. A group of people came in and sat in your section. You went for drink orders when one said that they were still waiting for two more.

After a couple of minutes you went back and saw the final members. One was this handsome guy with feathery light brown hair. The other was him. You froze for a second when you saw that he was already staring at you. But you took a deep breath and put on a smile.

You opened your order pad. " Hey guys. What can I get you to drink?"

You didn't look at him. But you could feel his eyes and his smile on you.

" Alright, are we ready to order or do you guys need a few more minutes?"

" Uhhh I think we're ready." Said one kid with curly hair.

When it was his turn you finally looked at him. "And what can I get you?"

He put down the menu and gave you a big ass grin. Making all his laugh lines show. " What would the lady recommend?"

You cleared your throat and looked away. Feeling yourself blush. " Umm well…it's not on the menu. But Benny makes this like cowboy burger for me sometimes. It's a quarter pounder patty with cheese and 4 slices of bacon. Topped with onion rings and homemade barbecue sauce. If you want to go the extra mile, I would suggest getting a side of jalapenos and waffle fries…it goes straight to my thighs but it's yum."

You looked back at him and saw that his eyes fell to your thighs. Then slowly went back up to meet yours.

You know exactly what he was thinking. His smirk said it all. And secretly, you wanted the same thing. For him to be between them again.

" That sounds good..." He said looking at your name tagged then back to you. "Y/n... I'll have that. Your way please."

You gulped and nodded.

A few others ordered the same thing after that. You went to put in their order and took a breather. This guy shouldn't have affected you like this. But he did. Something about him drew you in. And now he knew your name. He said so seductively that he had you weak again.

I wonder what it would sound like when he moans it.

You shook the need to jump his bones and went to start drinks. While making a shake you heard your name being called. You turned and he was standing by the counter.

God I can't with him.

You put on a small smile. " Hi. Umm what can I do for you?"

" I uhh I just wanted to say that ummm well…" he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. " I'm really happy to see you again."

Your eyes got a little bigger and your cheeks felt hot. Really?

" It's nice to see you too…umm about the other day…I'm sorry for not introducing myself. It was rude of-"

He let out a small chuckle. " Hey don't worry about it. I know that uhhh it was…a little weird."

You bit your lip and nodded. After that it was quiet for a minute.

" So how about we start over." He said, holding out his hand. " I'm Eddie Munson."

You felt yourself blush. " I'm y/n y/l. It's nice to meet you."

You guys shook hands.

" Well I'll let you get back to it."

You smiled at him again. But when he didn't let go of your hand, you knew what would happen tonight. And who were you to say no to an orgasm? Especially when Eddie was the one to give it to you.

Later that night while you and Benny closed up, you noticed there were still a few cars in the parking lot. You headed to yours and saw Eddie talking to his friend with the feathery hair. Your eyes locked and he winked at you.

You laughed to yourself and got into the car. Reaching for the passenger side lock. A minute later Eddie climbed in.

" Hey."

" Hey."

You both had silly grins on your face as you drove to his place.

How was it that you lived here for about three months and never noticed him? Especially since you guys lived in the same place. Your trailer was on the other side of the lot. But still. He wasn't that far from you.

Soon you found yourself being led to his room.

" It's not much but it's home."

You sat on the bed and looked around the room. It was most definitely a guys room. " I like it. It's bigger than mine."

He took off his jacket and sat next to you. " You live in a small apartment?"

" A small trailer." You answered.

" Wait, you live here too? How long?"

You moved your eyes to him then to your lap. " about three months."

" Huh…small world."

You smiled a little. " Really small."

" Well I'm glad it is." He smirked. "Do you want a beer or something?"

You looked at him. " A beer sounds great. Umm may I use your bathroom?"

" Yeah. First door on the left."

Once you were in the bathroom you quickly went pee and made sure you didn't smell all sweaty. Then you sprayed some body spray on your chest, butt and between your legs. While fanning yourself a little, you thought of a way to move things along.

When you walked out Eddie was putting on music. He must have thought the same thing you were thinking because his shirt was off and he was in sweatpants now.

This was the first time you've seen him without a shirt. And God was he perfect. Not too skinny and not too muscular.

He turned around and looked you up and down. Surprised to see you in just a shirt. You went to him and pushed him down onto the bed. After, you started kissing his jaw all the way down to his little happy trail. Then as you gently palmed his growing length you looked up. He was staring again. Only this time he was giving you his bedroom eyes.

You stood up and licked your lips. " Take those off."

He immediately went to push his bottoms. Once they were off you got comfy in his lap. Slowly rubbing your sex's together. Spreading your slick all over his shaft.

One of his hands went to take off your shirt after a few swirls of your hips. You abruptly stopped and grabbed it.

He got it instantly and put his hand back on your hip.

"S-sorry."

You shook your head and continued rocking your hips. Soon after, he put on a condom and you guided him in.

He held tight while you rocked back and forth. Swiveling your hips faster and faster to reach that high.

Once you did though you didn't stop. You were being extra selfish and needed another.

Who knew if you guys would hook up again? Going back to self pleasure wasn't looking too good right now. And you wanted him to put all previous orgasms to shame.

Oh boy did he. At one point you were flat on your stomach while he thrusted the ever living fuck out of you. Hitting your cervix at the right angle. Causing you to cry out his name over and over until all you could do was whimper and gasp.

You lost count of how many times you came. But you were more than certain that he came at least 3 times.

…

You woke the next morning completely exhausted and sore. But the night before was worth it.

You sighed softly and opened your eyes. Not expecting to see that you were still in Eddie's trailer. You looked around and found a clock.

Damn it!

You quietly slipped out of bed and tipped toed around trying to find your clothes. Then you heard him groan.

" Mmmmorning beautiful."

"Umm morning. Uhh sorry I-i tried to be quiet."

" It's cool…"

You heard him shuffle around a bit and felt his hands on your hips. Pulling you back into bed.

If you weren't going to be late for work, you would have spent the whole day there. But you couldn't. So you put a hand on his chest.

" S-sorry. I'm supposed to open today."

Eddie sighed and let you go. You finished putting on your shoes and looked at him.

" Umm I'll see you later okay?"

He didn't say anything but nodded.

Right before you left you went to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips without thinking. When you turned around you froze.

Shit!

You then heard him chuckle. " I'll see you soon babes."

Your eyes widened as you waved him goodbye.

The whole drive to work you were freaking out. First off, you woke up in his bed. Second, that was the first actually kiss you two shared and it was shit. Thirdly, he called you babes. Like as in his girl. It was cute. Very cute. But it was way too early to put labels on it.

…

The next few days you took the time your body needed to heal. You treated yourself to a spa day at home on a day off.

You were almost finished with your Mani Pedi when there was a knock on the door.

Yes! Pizza.

Instead of the pizza guy though it was Eddie.

" Hey beautiful."

" H-hi. Umm."

He grinned. " Sorry to drop in. I uhh wanted to see if you were hungry."

You pressed your lips together.

" I-I mean if you're not busy."

You smiled at his nervousness. It was absolutely adorable that he got flustered.

" I actually ordered a pizza. But if you want you could join me. I was just about to play a movie."

He sighed in relief. " I don't want to impose."

You laughed and motioned him to come in.

" Excuse me for a sec."

He nodded.

While hurrying down the hall you caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror. You had your hair wrapped up in a towel and acne cream all over your face. You could've died from embarrassment. But that was a problem for another time.

You came back out moments later and found Eddie paying the pizza guy. You immediately went for your purse.

"No. No." He said putting the pie down and pulling your hand out of your bag.

" Eddie-"

" Don't worry, beautiful. It's the least I can do for interrupting your day off."

"Are you sure? I-"

He put a hand on your back and pulled you closer to him.

"I'm sure babes."

You blushed and looked down.

How are you this damn sexy?

The night you planned turned out way better than you thought. Eddie was not only amazing in bed. But he was actually funny and sweet. Though nothing happened that night, you enjoyed the time you spent getting to know him better.

He left you wanting more and with a kiss on the cheek.

…

Things didn't progress in the way you wanted them to. It had been two months since you met Eddie. And it seemed like he was into you. However, it also seemed like it was just sex.

You were running errands a week after the surprise visit when you saw him working.

You needed a new air filter for your car and went to the body shop he worked at.

You sneaked around so that he wouldn't see you. You didn't want him to think you were stalking him. So you quickly bought the filter and started for your car.

" Where are you going in such a hurry? Must be super important if you're not gonna say hi?"

Shit!

You turned around and put on a small smile. " H-hey. Sorry. I didn't want to bother you while you're working."

Eddie shook his head. " You could never bother me, beautiful."

He then came over and gave you a nice warm hug. Making everything in you go haywire. His smell was intoxicating and his body felt incredible against you.

When he pulled away you were already missing his arms.

" Whatcha got there?" He asked, pointing at the bag in your hands.

You shook off your need for him and showed him the air filter.

" I can put that in for you." He offered.

" Oh no. I can do it."

He then grabbed the bag and grinned. " I'm just gonna put in some paperwork and I'll do it."

You could have argued. But did you want to? Of course not. You would pretty much do anything to be near him.

So you waited patiently for him. It was about 15 minutes later when he asked you to pull the car into the garage. Once you did he closed the door.

" My boss is leaving early…"

You bit your lip knowing what that meant.

Again you found yourself under him. Only this time you were in the backseat of your car, with your leg perched up on the seat. He was going so deep that your legs were trembling. And like all the times before, it wasn't long before you were cumming.

When you guys were done he just laid down on you.

" Uhhh so…about that air filter…"

You giggled a little. " If this is what you do in addition to changing it. I'll be in twice a week."

He raised his head and grinned at you. " It's a date."

A little after, you guys left. Eddie wanted to come by later. So you hurried home to shower and shave. Hoping to finally have your body nice and hairless for once. Everytime you guys hooked up you were never expecting to hook up. This time though, you were going to be ready.

-

You made some spaghetti and put on The Golden Girls. When Eddie came you practically ran to the door.

" Hey beautiful."

" Hi."

You guys are and snuggled on the couch for a bit. Laughing so much at that banter on the screen. Then out of nowhere Eddie's hand that was rubbing your arm, went under your shirt. Your body instantly tensed up. When he noticed he pulled his hand out.

" Are you okay?"

You sat up and moved to the other side of the couch. " Y-yeah. I'm fine."

Eddie reached for the remote to mute the show. " I'm…I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

You couldn't look at him. You knew if you did, you would probably cry.

" N-no. It's not you…I…umm."

He slid over and grabbed your hand. You took a minute before explaining your insecurities about your not so flat tummy and how you hate your boobs.

" I think you're insane."

Your brows pinched together while you looked at him.

Then he smiled sweetly at you. " You're ridiculously beautiful…and very very sexy."

You scoffed and looked down at your guys hands. Fingers now intertwined. " You haven't seen me completely naked."

Eddie was quick to reply. " And I look forward to the day you let me."

That wasn't a response you were prepared for. And though you were skeptical that would ever happen, a vacation in Florida would change things.

…

It had been five months since the sexual relationship you had with Eddie started.

Was it ever going to be more? You weren't getting any younger. And a committed relationship sounded very good.

In order to see where Eddie's head was at, you had invited him and a mini vacation to the Key West.

The trip started out amazing. The first night you guys had dinner and slept away the jet lag. The second day was spent on a beach and exploring.

On the third and final night things took a step in the right direction.

You guys had gone to the hotel after a night out dancing.

You had just changed and was moisturizing when Eddie stepped out of the bathroom in his boxers. He must have seen you blushing because he immediately crawled on the bed and started kissing your neck. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You softly sighed feeling him suck a light bruise. When he pulled away he looked so beautiful. Eyes all big and lips slightly moistened. He was phenomenal.

With his free hand he lightly massaged your breast. Then hovered lower. Heading for you panties. But before he did he looked at you. Silently asking for permission. He had never done that before and you liked him so much more for it.

" Eddie, before you do that…maybe you could take off my shirt?"

He licked his lips before answering. " Are you sure?"

With a small gulp you nodded.

Once your shirt was off you laid down and lifted your knees. You also closed your eyes so that you wouldn't catch his look of disgust in his. But what he said changed how you felt.

" Sh-shit." He sighed. "Sooo sexy baby."

You met his gaze and saw the desire in his eyes. No one has ever looked at you like that. Especially not someone as good looking as Eddie.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. So you raised your hand and with your index finger you did a come here motion.

He smirked and laid between your legs. Face hovering over yours. One of your hands wrapped in his curls and the other held on to his neck. He leaned in and you lifted. If you could explain this kiss, you would describe it as soft and sweet, but yet full of passion. Everything you could imagine and more.

Suddenly he pushed up against your core. Causing you to mewle into his mouth. Right after, the next kiss turned into straight desperation. Both were desperate for each other. Both needed to feel one another.

It was only seconds after that his mouth moved from yours down to your chin. He went lower and lower until he reached your tummy.

You screwed your eyes shut and gripped the sheets. While trying to relax, you felt Eddie kiss all over your stomach. You got anxious again and sucked in a little.

He looked up. " You okay?"

You let out a shuddered. "Uh-huh."

He wasn't convinced by your answer. "I'll stop."

You lifted your head and shook it. "N-no…please don't. I-I want this…I want you."

He nodded but instead of going back to kissing, he took off your panties and kneeled between your thighs.

" All of you is beautiful. And I want to show you how sexy I think you are."

You tugged at your bottom lip and watched him put on a condom. He climbed on top and guided his rock hard cock up and down your folds.

He looked up at you. " Never been this hard for anyone else."

"N-no?"

He shook his head and kissed you. "Ugh. I swear I can't get enough of you."

He started pushing in and though it felt good, feeling his bare belly on yours made you tense up.

" Shush. It's okay. It's all okay. Let me in." He said just above a whisper. Then kissed you until you relaxed.

"That's it. God that's it."

Eddie dragged his cock in and out of you so slowly. It had your skin raised.

You came pretty quickly, but as soon as you did he lifted both of your knees towards your chest. You held onto them while he got to his knees again. He looked you up and down. Settling on your cunt.

" Jesus I swear." He groaned. " I gotta-"

He moved down a little and hunched over. His face only centimeters away from core. You then felt his tongue and heard him hiss.

"Mmmm fuck! Oh sh-...sooo good." He praised.

Once he cleaned you up a bit, he raised back up and grabbed his dick. Slapping it on your very exposed pussy. He then guided himself inside. This time he held the back of your thigh with one hand and rubbing circles on your clit with the other. All the while slamming into you. The hard clap of his thighs hitting your ass bounced off the walls. Along with his grunts and your panting.

You could feel your legs and tummy jiggling, but you didn't care. All you could focus on was how incredible he was making you feel.

And with a loud cry and heavy groan, you and he came together.

You let go of your legs and Eddie slumped down on you. Cursing at how good it was.

You were so tired that you had actually fallen asleep with him still in you. That was until you recoiled at the sensitivity when he pulled out.

" Sorry baby."

You hummed and turned to your side. You heard him sigh and rustle a bit before feeling his arm around your waist. Suddenly, he pulled you closer and snuggled behind you.

You smiled to yourself then fell back asleep

…

In the morning you woke up before him. Feeling extra happy, you went to go get some breakfast for both of you. When you came back Eddie was sitting in bed watching cartoons.

" Hey! I thought you bailed on me again."

You held up coffee and a paper bag filled with breakfast sandwiches and hash browns. "Sorry. Thought you might want breakfast in bed."

He gave you a breath taking smile and held up his arms for you.

You put down the stuff and took off your shoes before going to him. He kissed you deeply and if his stomach hadn't growled, the kissing would have turned into morning sex. Which wasn't a bad idea. But you guys needed to eat and pack.

While you guys ate, Eddie asked you something you were not prepared for.

" Y/n? Ummm since we're going back to the real world…I kinda want to know where you and I stand."

With a mouth full of croissant you looked at him. "Uhhh." You covered your mouth so he wouldn't be grossed out. " What do you think?"

He looked at his coffee cup and shrugged. "I umm we're just having fun. Right?"

You felt a stab you in your heart. How does someone respond to that? Then you thought about last night. Maybe you were too much. Maybe now that he saw all of you, he didn't want you like you wanted him.

You mentally shook away the hurt and faked a smile. " Y-yeah. Totally."

You couldn't even finish your food after that. So you sat there until he was done and started packing.

The whole way home you pretend to be fine. Deep down though you wanted to cry and tell him the truth. To tell him that you sorry for being big.

When you finally got home he tried to give you a kiss but you moved and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

" I'll call you." You said before going inside.

-

Eddie felt like shit. That wasn't what he meant. He didn't think you guys were having "fun" anymore. To him it felt like something real had started.

When he took off your shirt, that meant you were ready to be vulnerable with him. That you were ready to take the next step in the relationship. At least that's what he thought. However, once he said the wrong thing, it was like you didn't want a relationship. And that hurt his feelings.

…

Two weeks had gone by and you hadn't spoken to him. Now that he knew where you lived, you spent as much time as you could not being there.

You felt ashamed of yourself. Embarrassed for developing feelings for a guy who was supposed to be a one night stand. And even more so towards the fact that you let him see you. It had been so long since you let someone see you like that. Now the thing you had with Eddie was over because of it.

You tried talking yourself into moving forward. Though your feelings didn't change for Eddie, you had to try.

By the third week since Florida, you went on a date. It wasn't a big deal or anything. It went okay. Well, okay as first dates go. He was no Eddie though.

When he pulled up to your place, he walked you to the door. You knew what he wanted. But when he leaned in for a kiss you turned your face. He ended up getting your cheek.

He smiled. " Let's do this again soon okay?"

" I'll uhhh I'll call you."

He gave you a hug and you watched him drive away.

" Ouch! Poor guy. He got the 'I'll call you' too."

You looked over and saw Eddie coming towards you.

" H-hey. Are you stalking me now?"

He chuckled. " Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see how your date went."

You pressed your lips together and shrugged. "It was nice."

Eddie smirked to himself. " But?"

" But nothing. It was a nice date."

You sighed and went to sit on the steps. He squatted in front of you.

" Can I ask you something?"

You met his eyes and nodded.

" Why didn't you call me?"

"Well ummm." You started then looked away. "I guess I made a mistake. I assumed something. But I know now. I get that I'm not most people's cup of tea. And rejection hurts but I'll get over it."

Eddie jerked his head back. Confused as hell. "What? Who's rejecting you?"

You gulped and looked back at him. " It doesn't matter."

He stood up when you did. Grabbing your hand before you could walk away.

"I didn't reject you. If that's what you think."

You sighed. " Just having fun."

He then let go and put his hands in his pockets. " I-I see."

You gave him a thin lip smile.

" Look y/n. I know how it sounded. But I promise you. That wasn't what-"

"Eddie it's fine. You don't have to explain yourself. It's cool."

He shook his head. " But it's not cool…not talking to you and not seeing you isn't cool."

There was this awkward pause before you had to say something to break the tension.

" Eddie, if you want to be friends then that's fine. But I have to say…I uhh I have feelings for you and I'm gonna need some time-"

" I have feelings for you too."

You pressed your lips again. Only this time it was to stop you from saying something stupid.

Eddie noticed you weren't expecting that and he felt dumb for not saying it sooner.

" I've been feeling this way for a while…when we were in the Keys I wanted to see if you might want more than what we were doing. But it came out wrong. And I'm so sorry that I made you feel rejected. I never meant to hurt you."

You stepped closer to him and cupped his cheek. " Yeah. I would love to go out with you. On one condition."

He climbed a couple of steps to face you. Bodies only inches apart. " I umm I know you just got back from a date. But-"

He smiled. "Anything. I'll do anything."

You stepped even closer so that your bodies were touching. " Stay with me tonight."

His smile turned into a smirk. " I would love to. But uhh I gotta tell you something." He leaned in so that your lips were almost touching. " I'm a virgin."

" Oh my god." You said while playfully pushing away.

He chuckled and pulled you back to him. Giving you a quick kiss before reaching to open the door for you.

" After you beautiful."

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and went in.

Sure you didn't know if it was gonna work out between you and him. But right now you were excited. And you were gonna try and keep him for as long as you could. Little did you know though, Eddie had already planned out your guy's future. He planned on keeping you too.

...

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don’t fear the reaper [part iii]

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

synopsis: things become stranger as wanda looks to the mcu for answers.

word count: 1.4k

part i, part ii, <<>> part iv

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Being Elizabeth Olsen meant that Wanda had to fulfill all of her duties as actor, and that included not one, but several movie premieres in multiple cities.

Wanda was not set out to pose or do interviews, and she wondered how Lizzie had had to do this all her life.

“Honey, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” You asked softly in the seat next to her. “I don’t wanna be mean, but you’ve looked quite out of it since New York. Are you sure you’re up for this? You know we can always cancel.”

She mustered up the best smile she could, and took your hand laying on the seat next to you. “I’m alright, my love. Don’t worry about me.”

The corner of your lips curved up.

“What?” Wanda asked.

“No, it’s just that . . .” You laughed quietly. “You’ve never called me ‘your love’ before. You think it’s cheesy.”

“Well, I’m calling you that now.” Wanda said, pressing a kiss to your hand. “Because you are.”

“Y/N, we need you to stay on the perimeter.” Steve instructed in your ear.

“No way! I’m not letting Wanda go in there alone!” You protested quietly.

“Y/N. Steve’s right.” Wanda said softly. “I’ll be fine. I can handle myself.”

Your eyebrows hung low, your lips pursed into a thin line. Finally, with a sigh, you said, “As you wish, my love.”

Kissing her cheek, you took off.

She rolled her eyes, grateful for the darkness of her surroundings hiding the blush on her cheeks as Sam groaned through the coms.

Unlike in New York, the entire cast of the movie was here; it was Los Angeles after all. This included the actors playing Strange, America, and the Sorcerer Supreme. You were already off somewhere giving interviews, no doubt about your own character’s future in these movies.

That was when she saw them conversing with each other, and her breath stuck in her throat. They looked just like her little boys, but much more mature and self-assured in their slicked-back hair and in their tailored suits wrapped around their tiny bodies.

“Billy, Tommy . . .” Wanda breathed. Her feet took her forwards, but she stopped herself. What if they were afraid of her here too?

“Lizzie!” Billy called, as he pulled on Tommy’s sleeve, and the two happily pranced over to her.

She extended her arms and got on her knees to meet them at eye level. They were back in her arms again, she could feel them against her skin. Her boys, her babies.

“Hi . . .” She sobbed quietly. “Hi, little ones.”

“Hi, Lizzie! I saw you over there and I just wanted to come over and say hi.” Billy beamed. “Me and Jett found these crazy, cool statues of our characters and took so many pictures with them!”

“Yeah, they were super awesome!” Tommy cut him off. “I saw one of Wanda as well! They got the costumes looking so realistic and everything!”

Wanda nodded and listened as he rambled on. She remembered a time when they would rant to her about they favorite superheroes from their cartoons before bed, their little faces lighting up as they try and emulate everything in their brains with their animated, little bodies, just as they were now. In every universe, the boys radiated with life.

“Lizzie? A-Are you okay?” Tommy hesitated.

“What? Y-Yeah, yeah. Just some allergies.” Wanda brushed away a stray tear, and chuckled. “Are you guys excited for the movie?”

“So excited!” Billy exclaimed with his hands. “I can’t wait to see you kick ass! Oh—please don’t tell my mom I said that . . .”

Her chest tightened at the mention of the boy’s mother. “I won’t,” she smiled nonetheless, “it’ll be our little secret.”

“Julian! Jett! Time for pictures!”

“Oh, I gotta go now. It’s nice seeing you!”

“Yeah, nice to see you, Lizzie! And—um, I hope you feel better.”

They both left before she could utter another word. She watched as little Billy—Julian as he was known in this universe—ran to another woman who spoke to him gently. Wanda knew it was his mother by the look she gave him; gentle and patient. She once looked at her children like that too.

My beautiful boys, she thought. I hope you can forgive me.

She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she had no idea that it would hurt this badly. To rewatch her life and all the trauma that came along with it again, to see every moment that tore her heart up, each time only twisting the knife further.

She never actually witnessed her brother’s death, she only felt it through the bond the shared. With the power of the Mind Stone coursing through them, she felt the bullets pierce her brother’s flesh as if they had pierced her own, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe as life slipped away from him. But she saw it now, how he heroically shielded Clint and the child from raining bullets, holes of red littering his body, his eyes widened and lifeless as he collapsed to the ground.

When she reached Avengers: Infinity War, she knew what would happen next.

But still, she forced herself to watch, as she blasted you with fatal amounts of magic, trying to destroy the Mind Stone in your chest, until you, too, collapsed to the floor with a gaping hole in your chest. Then she watched Thanos rewind time and pull the Stone out of you like it was nothing.

Then Endgame, then WandaY/N—they got that little theatrics she made in Westview on-screen too—but still, there was nothing, including Multiverse of Madness, that contained any clues as to why she was sent here, and, most importantly, what, or who.

There must be something she had overlooked.

She went back to her list of ‘all MCU projects’ that she found online. All of the ones in which she appeared in have been knocked out . . . unless there was that one about the multiverse. There was an episode about her being a zombie—as wack as that sounded—so she gave it a go.

And then the narrator revealed himself in the intro, and Wanda sat up in her seat. It was him, that . . . man. The bald man with glowing white eyes she saw for milliseconds right before she ended up here. She reached out towards the TV—

. . .

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.dekoolrevo dah ehs gnihtemos eb tsum erehT

. . .

Then Endgame, then WandaY/N—they got that little theatrics she made in Westview on-screen too—but still, there was nothing, including Multiverse of Madness, that contained any clues as to why she was sent here, and, most importantly, what, or who.

“Lizzie? Baby, what’s wrong?”

She felt you wrap your arms around her, bringing her body racking with sobs close to your chest.

“Oh, babe.” You stroked her hair as she clutched onto you and cried.

“Y/N . . . Jamie . . . I need to tell you something.” Wanda said through hiccups. “You’re gonna think I’m insane, o-or that I’ve been consumed in my work with the movie out, but—“

She took a few gasping breaths. “I’m not from this universe. I’m not Lizzie. I’m Wanda, like from the movies. I was on Wundagore and I was trying to get rid of the Darkhold, and the next thing I knew I was here—“

You were stunned, but still you let her fall apart in your embrace. “Okay, okay.” You brought her into your arms again. “It’s okay. I’m here. Maybe we should go lay down, hm? Let’s call it an early night.”

For some reason, she nodded, and nuzzled closer to you, as you led her upstairs.

As Wanda made herself comfortable in bed with you, she wondered. It was a neat trick, one she herself had exercised before, but she only ever did it when things didn’t go her way.

But who would do that? Who rewound time?

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part ii <<>> part iv

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[chrisevansdaughter]

chris evans x short!reader

where chris finds it ADORABLE that she can help him out with anything, fit into tiny spaces, climb into small spaces , etc

pls pls pls do this as a crack fic!!

I could imagine it going something like this..

Good things fit in small spaces

Paring: Chris Evans x Short!girlfriend reader

Warning: pure crack, some swearing.

Summary: chris finds it too funny that short! Reader can fit in to the most stupidest small spaces ever, don’t get me wrong it helpful but it’s too funny. Here is 2 times chris has either came home and found reader like this or needs her to help him with small spaces.

The first time:

I walked in to the house after being on set for ‘hustlers’ and I had the weekend off, y/n didn’t know I was coming home.

All the lights were off as I walked though the house but when I got to the kitchen I look around trying to find y/n and all I can do is chuckle at how she’s managed to get into the small cupboard that was big enough for her to comfortably sit in and she’d sometimes hide round the house when she needed a break or just wasn’t feeling the best, all because she knew I wouldn’t be able to fit.

“Hey bubs, uh what goin on why are you in the cupboard hmm” I ask whilst laughing at what she looks like in the cupboard.

“Ahhhh! Ow Chris what the fuck are you doing here? Aren’t you meant to be filming?” She asked whilst she smacked her head on the cupboard door whilst climbing down to come and give me a hug.

Laughing at her reaction whilst checking she’s okay, i explain that I got the week off because of the hurricanes going though Florida right now. She just hugged me and walked off, to most likely go hide again in a different room in the house. There was too many to count it’s like a ‘where’s Wally’ game just with y/n and to be honest it was too funny to even try and guess where she was. Even Scott was confused the first time he found her in a cupboard in the kitchen whilst looking for some hot sauce he definitely got the scare of his life.

The second time:

Chris was putting a piece of art work he’d gotten for a present from his sisters up in his living room the only problem was that he couldn’t get his hand behind the storage unit that sat resident below where he wanted to put it up. This is where y/ns 5 ft butt comes into save the day.

“Babe, can you come here please?” Chris yelled from the living room.

“Yeah bubs, what’s wrong?” She replied walking into the room with her hair in a messy claw clip wearing one of chris’ T-shirts

“I need your small superpowers please, I can’t get behind the unit” Chris murmured the superpower bit knowing y/n would get a kick out of what he said you know him being Captain America and all.

“Oh yeah mr Americas ass needs my help, oh wow his serum must be going through some serious stuff right now if he needs little old me to help.” Y/n started laughing half way though that sentence running round the room since Chris is now chasing her to tickle her since mr america needs no small lady superpowers.

“Come’ere you cheeky little short stack” he chuckles as he runs to catch her and dodger chasing behind him barking at all of the laughs and screams.

“No - Chris no- Ahhhh.. no no no St- stop please” y/n tries to plead with Chris to stop tickling her

“Say sorry. Say mr Americas ass still has his superpowers and just needs his amazing sweet sidekick” Chris says laughing at her giggles, it’s so infectious her laugh and her smile it just makes him feel amazing.

“Fi-ne I’m - I’m sorry, mr Americas ass still- has his superpowers and he just- needs his amazing sweet sidekick” She breathes heavily after he finally stops tickling her, chris just hugs her and kisses her on her forehead after the little game of ‘let’s chase short stack around the house’ they finally got the picture up and y/n was dizzy after all of that so they just cuddled on the couch together with tangled playing on in the background, the warmth of being in chris’ embrace lulling her to sleep.

Thank you for the request lovey i hope you enjoyed it, I’m sorry it was a bit late being written but none the less I hope you all enjoy :)

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[inbabylontheywept]

A Strange Non-Fiction Essay on American Alcohol Consumption

TW: Drinking, alcohol, alcoholism.

I made this because I grew up Mormon, so I had no idea what normal drinking looked like. First party I went to, some people had two drinks, one guy had 8 and fell asleep, and I just... I didn't know how to judge the normalacy of the two groups. I didn't know what to think. So I looked into it, and truth was stranger than fiction.

If you're young and new to drinking, this can help you see the camps in American drinking too. Figure out where the safe limits are, and what's just different approaches to fun.

So, first fun fact: 30% of adult Americans don't drink. Ever. Period. There is a huge dry presence. If you don't want to drink, don't feel weird about it. The Mormons are weirder for refusing to drink coffee than they are for refusing to drink alcohol.

The next 30% up over the zero-consumption-group averages something like one drink every two weeks at most. They're basically dry as well. Another huge population. If you want to go to a party and have one drink, you're in good company.

The seventh decile of Americans drinks something like 2 drinks a week. If you have a beer on Friday when you get home, and grab another with your boys, you're in the top 60% of American drinkers. You're also totally safe, so don't sweat it, but I want you to use this as part of your thermometer for safe and normal drinking: 2 drinks a week is in the top half. Two beer guy at the party is fine. Don't get pressured into drinking more. Don't get pressured into drinking less. You're not abnormal.

The eighth decile is 6 beers a week. If you have a beer every single day, minus Sunday because it's sacred, congratulations, you're in the top 70 percent of American drinkers.

Hank Hill drinks more than 70% of America. If you drink as much as Hank Hill, you're in good company. If you decide to drink less than him, that's fine too. Hank Hill is abnormal, but he is not unhealthy. He's just a guy who like beers more than most.

The ninth decile has around 15 drinks a week. The high end of safe, for anyone, is around 14 drinks a week. 15 is basically at the point that guarantees some slight degree of permanent liver damage. Don't panic if you're at this level, but going beneath it would be wise. Like, noticeably beneath it. The recommended levels are 14 for men, and 7 for women, and that just seems weird to me. I don't think my gender gives me twice the resistance to alcohol that women do, I think that's some weird social malarkey. Maybe 10 is good? Unless you're tiny or something. Just, be careful, this is the here-be-dragons part of the map.

And for the grand finale, the tenth decile consumes...75 drinks a week. There's not much to be said on this, it's just a mind boggling number.

So the two strangest details I can point out are that every decile drinks more than every decile beneath them combined, and the tenth decile drinks three-quarters of all alcohol sold by mass. Alcohol consumption is not any kind of linear curve, it is extremely weighted. If you're trying to find out what normal drinking looks like, you will be disappointed. It's much easier to figure out what problem drinking looks like, and stay the hell away.

First big bullet point that I'll throw into this for people just entering drinking culture: You're probably fine. If you drink too much and you get sloppy, or even blackout, your mistake was probably in not knowing your limits, not being an addict. Don't panic. Don't keep doing that, but also, don't panic. That being said, with only 40% of America really regularly consuming alcohol regularly, and half of those having a relationship with it that impacts their health, please, be careful. That top ten percent provides a baseline for how severe alcoholism is (ten beers would put me on my ass) but this also shows how health-impacting drinking does not have to be relationship-impacting drinking. Two beers a day is probably not going to ruin your career and your marriage, but it will sneak up on your liver. You don't have to be an alcoholic to be worried about how much you drink, and you shouldn't tell everyone that is drinking too much that they're an alcoholic. Source: Paying the Tab, Phillip J Cook. Really, almost all of the information in this can be pulled from this graph.

And my citations for health recommendations for drinking: https://www.niaaa.nih.gov/alcohol-health/overview-alcohol-consumption/moderate-binge-drinking#:~:text=According%20to%20the%20%22Dietary%20Guidelines,in%20a%20day%20for%20women%2C

#mini essay #alcohol #america #american drinking culture #exmormormon

[semisolidmind]

'"go to Japan, they said." Damien growled under his breath as he held the baseball bat to his side. "It'll be FUN! They said"

"'Fun' my ass." A tiny dog like mascot jumped at Damien and he swung the bat at it's head. "This is like walking dead, but cute stuffed animals."

It's been weeks since the country went on lockdown, and all Damien wanted to do, was go back home. Sure America was no piece of cake, but there were no flesh eating science experiments walking around like feral pets.

"Hey, Kid! The safe point is just a few minutes away!" One of the others in the group, some high school teacher with a name Damien couldn't even pronounce, called to him and pointed to some shrine gate thing.

"Get past the Torii, and try to get to the house at the end of the stairs, My Parents are there waiting."

Damien nodded, and ran towards the gate, the little 'pack' of chihuahua looking demons started nipping at his ankles and yelping when he kicked the mascots.

As he ran up the stairs, He could feel something's eyes boring into his skin. Something was watching him. "C'mon, don't be a pussy. Get to the house." He whispered to himself and tried to continue running.

By the time he reached the house, he felt it again. The crawling feeling someone was watching him, it made him swallow a lump in his throat and careful opened the sliding bamboo door.

Blood, the smell of sicken sweet, metallic blood made Damien almost throw up. dead, ripped open corpses with flies hovering around them, Damien knew they'd been dead for a while now.

"Now, what's a guy like you, doing in a place like this." A deep, and baritone voice spoke from behind him, and a very large shadow was cast over him.

'fuck.'

oooooooh he gon getcha boy 👀

#fuwa fuwa pandemic

[nataliealynlind]

queen america sentence starters

episode 5: psychological warfare

"do you know how many times texas has threatened to secede?"

"so important everywhere"

"he has all the vibes of a sash chaser"

"i really hate meet and greets"

"she may seem nice, but that's only because she's good at this"

"she has this ability to make every person feel like she's speaking only to them"

"you will not hang out with that girl"

"she can't keep wobbling around like some baby giraffe"

"when did rich people get together and decide kitchen islands needed to be 30 feet long"

"everything okay? you just seem ... happy"

"she's not the type to change her schedule for family"

"don't let her start messing with your eyebrows or nothing"

"we've been literally telling everyone how you used to work here- you're our claim to fame!"

"they're being really strict with you, huh?"

"i had to get totally naked for a spray tan"

"but on the upside- my ass looks awesome"

"my parents definitely miss having you over for dinner"

"no matter what happens, when all this is over, we'll be here waiting for ya"

"hopefully- hopefully- who knows what'll happen at nationals"

"you should just be so proud of yourself for making it to state level"

"you're late- is there a boy or something?"

"i'm sorry are you under the impression that we're friends who joke about their personal lives with each other?"

"for the record- i'm allowed to be late. you're not"

"are you using the literal meaning of the word science right now?"

"walk across the goddamn room"

"makes it look like you're in a gap commercial"

"you want it to look like you're so goddamn beautiful and graceful that the person looking at you might think they're hearing the music in their head- that maybe you inspired the music into existence"

"maybe you inspired the music into existence"

"however bad you think you are multiply that by three"

"i hate the thought of being stuck on a boat with a bunch of strangers"

"she probably just wants to spend time with you"

"i'd like to put you on a boat where you can't run away from me"

"i really like you... a little bit"

"do i need to explain further or do you still not understand the logic?"

"don't pretend you don't know what i'm talking about"

"this may shock you, but i don't remember every conversation we've ever had"

"those were important conversations"

"you enjoy it too much- until you don't"

"you are such a little idiot sometimes"

"you'd be miserable- all three of you"

"he'd really be a terrible father, wouldn't he?"

"and you my sweet girl, would be a terrible mother"

"like i said back then- people like you and me- not meant for parenthood"

"the yellow's gonna make (name) look like a skinny little banana"

"i know what it is i'm asking why you're wearing it?"

"i don't really drink-"

"well you will tonight"

"the prep schools in dallas played the prep schools in tulsa"

"plus a bunch of us went to camp together"

"you have my full attention"

"okay i'm not that needy"

"we were barely even together to be honest"

"and you didn't try to push her down a staircase- good man"

"it wasn't with the right person, but it's still my kid you know?"

"regardless of what i think of her mother, which is very little"

"you're a very nice man"

"you look terrified- it's okay- this room is terrifying"

"those guys- they look so judgmental"

"who's that pillow for- it's so tiny- why would anyone want a pillow that small"

"let's start over- i'm name- this is my parents house- i have nothing to do with how they decorated it"

"if you need anything- like- at all- call me, okay?"

"it's not like i'd have sex with your dad to get in your head"

"girls do that?"

"she was taking pictures of you and name in the hallway"

"this whole process is crazy- and lonely... we need friends"

"i'm glad i'm not the only one who thinks that"

"to me all of this sorta feels like a vacation in a very different life than mine.

"i'm almost scared to want any of it too bad."

"oh my god i bet you were so cute in your little outfit"

"listen to me- this is a launching pad. you just have to play the game."

"look at 90% of news anchors in every major city. what do they have in common? pageants"

"i'm not good at this stuff like you are. i don't know how to say the right thing all the time."

"i wasn't born good at this- i trained for an embarrassingly long time."

"you'll get better- and then life can be whatever you want"

"oh no i've had 11 shots- this is what i'm like when i'm hammered"

#rp meme #rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #queen america sentence starters #pageant rp #**

[hxneybimbo]

OKAY I KNOW A LOT OF YOU FOLLOW ME FOR STRANGER THINHS CONTENT BUT HEAR ME OUT:

SOLDIER BOY X READER?? YOU’RE A SUPE BUT INSTEAD YOU GOT BUNNY ATTRIBUTES? BUNNY EARS AND BUNNY TAIL??? AND RATHER BE PUT INTO FIGHTING (you have the skills to be a fighter) YOU’RE PUT INTO MODELING, ACTING, COMMERCIALS, ETC. LIKE EVERYONE WORSHIPS YOU FOR YOUR INNOCENT FACADE AND BEAUTY.

But really, you’re so bored- so fucking bored of everyone treating you like a fragile doll when you are anything but that. All of the men you’ve dated were scared of breaking you, of manhandling you, and opted to treat you like a princess. They only wanted you as a pretty little trophy to show off and brag about. They were always the same, utterly boring and condescending typical businessmen/supe.

Then came along Soldier Boy. He was different compared to the men and supes you were used to and often surrounded yourself. He was honest to the brim and he never sugarcoated anything, even if he knew honesty would cause some tears. An absolute fucking ass he was but to you? he was perfect.

He didn’t give a shit about being gentle and sweet with you. No, he fucks you hard, shoving his fat cock deep inside your tiny little pussy without an ounce of mercy. He’s rough and so mean with the way he spits out such demeaning words (“fuckin’ dumb slut, you like this don’ cha? should’ve fucked you in front of the cameras- show em how America’s sweetheart likes to be treated like a dirty fucking slut.”) that have you pushing your ass back to meet his harsh thrusts. Your tight little cunt clenched at the mean words he whispers, sobbing so prettily because despite your little head shakes of no, you want that. You would love it if he took you in front of everyone, fucking you and breeding you.

There’s just something about the way he pushes you over the edge that it’s become addicting. Like the bennies he likes to snort. You want him and you don’t want to let him go. You want the bruises on your hips and thighs from the way he grips the fat of them. You want his loud cursing against your ear, the sinful praises that you can’t help but preen for.

#soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x fem reader #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy smut #the boys smut #the boys

[quesadillayuri]

When Bagi’s eighteen, she tries to find him in America.

It’s a dumb idea, in all honesty. Bagi knows he was in a war, and Bagi knows she lost track of that war for just a second, just a stupid fucking second, and now she can’t find him again. No signs point to America, and all signs point to something terrible, something sickening, something that Bagi refuses to consider. 

Bagi needs to find him, and the only place she hasn’t looked is in America.

It’s not good logic, but she’s eighteen and she’s stupid and she didn’t realize that she wasn't looking hard enough when she checked Brazil. Instead, she’s in the park of a tiny suburban town off the coast. She’s shivering, because even the best investigators in the world are stupid enough to not remember to bring a heavier coat for the heavy winters of the American northeast. Her hands tremble from where they’re attempting to be hidden from the cold in her hoodie sleeves, and she pulls the hood even farther over her head as the wind attempts to push it off again to bite at her ears. Bagi keeps her jaw clenched to hide how affected she is by the cold stinging at her lips and nose.

Bagi sits stubbornly at a wooden bench, trying to ignore the way cool moisture seeps through her pants and numbs her legs. She stares blankly into the sparse families that decorate the park, trying to think about what she can do next with no car and very little money and a legal system that will be up her ass if anyone catches on to the fact that she’s an unaccompanied, homeless Brazilian teenager roaming around with only a childhood passport allowing her to be there. Bagi startled out of her thoughts by the scream of a young boy, jumping out of the bench and whipping her head behind her instinctually.

The scream comes from an eight year old boy, running past her after a duck. He’s stumbling over himself, but he’s laughing, and the scream is pretty clearly joyful on closer inspection. It’s sweet, to be honest, and it twists the knife in Bagi’s chest.

She used to be like that. He used to be like that. 

She misses him.

She knew, in theory, that she missed him. But she didn’t realize how much, how it’d burn her up from the inside, how pressure would press at the back of her eyes until she felt them burn too. She doesn’t want to cry in some poorly maintained American playground, especially not surrounded by people who will absolutely ask to call her parents or something if she gets too emotionally messy.

“Connor, stop screaming at the fucking ducks,” Bagi jumps again, her gaze whipping away from the little boy to a girl that Bagi had missed somehow. The first thing Bagi notices is that the girl looks pissed, mouth twisted into a scowl, arms crossed over her chest and hands clenched. She sounded pissed too, accent heavy and harsh, but the boy didn’t even flinch at that, still screaming nonsense at the ducks. The second thing Bagi notices is that the girl looks warm. Her hands are tucked into gloves, and her sweater looks comfortable and well-made in a way that Bagi’s never even conceptualized, let alone seen or worn before. 

Bagi’s cold again, and she shivers as the girl walks behind her, past the bench she’s sat on. The girl doesn’t walk away though, just leans on the back of the other edge of the bench, scowl growing as the boy —who’s name is Connah, apparently— continued his one-sided argument with the retreating ducks. Other parents and kids start to look over at the boy, and one woman glances the girl up and down and scoffs at her. Bagi watches the girl scrunch up her face at the woman, beore cupping her hands over her mouth.

“Connor, I’m serious, quit it,” The girl yells, and Bagi winces at the volume. Bagi nearly hits herself when the girl notices her flinch, and wants to die out of embarassment when the girl smiles apologetically and pats her on the shoulder, whispering Sorry about this before going back to yelling, “You’re causing a fucking scene!”

“You’re a fucking scene!” The boy yells back, and Bagi chokes back a laugh as she watches a few mothers gasp at the kid’s language. The girl only rolls her eyes

“You’re going be the victim at a murder scene if you don’t stop right this goddamn second!” The girl yells. Bagi watches fondly as the boy turns away from the ducks, grumbling to himself and dragging his feet until he gets to the swings, where he promptly forgets all about the ducks so he can swing as high as possible. Bagi loses herself in people watching again for a moment, watching the boy laugh to himself as he jumps from the swing, rolling his way over to a group of kids where he barges into their game of hide and seek. 

Bagi startles when she feels a body drop down next to her. It’s the girl, which should’ve been obvious but Bagi is still shocked despite herself.

“Sorry for that,” The girl says to Bagi, grinning like she’s not attracting the attention of every angry mother in this park, “He can be a prick.”

“It’s alright,” Bagi replies without even thinking about it, “My brother was the same way.” It’s weird how easy it was to reply. Bagi doesn’t talk to people much anymore, and she never talks about her brother. The girl’s face fell slightly when she said it, and Bagi can’t help but feel like she said something wrong, like she should apologize. It’s silly how much she doesn’t want this girl to be upset with her.

"Well, shit, I'm sorry to hear that." The girl says, shaking her head. Bagi furrows her brow in confusion. Bagi speaks English, and she speaks it pretty damn well, but sometimes she messes up. Bagi hopes that she hasn’t just broken some sort of major social taboo, 

"What do you mean?" Bagi asks cautiously, and it’s now the other girl’s turn to look confused.

"I'm sorry for your loss; that's all," The girl says, like it should be obvious. The words feel like a stab to the chest, even though Bagi knows  

"Oh no, he's not dead. Just missing."

“Ah,” The girl says blandly. Bagi feels like she might’ve said something wrong. She didn’t mean to, she doesn’t mean to. Bagi never means to say the wrong thing, but it happens so often. Bagi flushes, embarassed, and blinks away tears that she didn’t even know were forming. It’s just the wind, Bagi says, but she’s not convinced. She doesn’t think anyone would be.

“‘Sucks,”

Bagi blinks.

“Sorry, what?” Bagi asks, tilting her head towards the girl. The girl coughs awkwardly.

“That sucks,” The girl repeats. She pauses, before continuing, “You're close with him?”

“He’s my best friend,” Bagi admits.

“Sucks,” The girl says again, nodding her head like she’s said something especially wise.

“Sucks,” Bagi agrees, before her eyes begin to start tracking the younger boy. He’s attempting to climb up the side of the playset, in a way absolutely not intended and absolutely not safe.

“Goddamnit,” The girl mumbles under her breath, “Connor, get the fuck down from there!”

Connor grins, and the girl seems to realize her mistake a little too late, because the boy completely loosens his grip and falls off the side. The boy also seems to realize this was a little dangerous, because he panics the moment after he loses his grip on the side. He screams, and Bagi finds herself launching off the bench.

She catches him roughly in her arms. It’s not a comfortable catch, for her or for the boy, but it works. He doesn’t hit the cold, hard ground and he doesn’t hurt himself. It’s a general win, despite the way the boy flops in her arm like an almost dead fish. Bagi sets him on the ground firmly, holding out a stablizing arm and setting him right. 

“Careful,” Bagi says, and the boy just looks kind of dazed. He nods at her, and then runs off to the swings. Bagi turns to the bench, and thankfully, the girl doesn’t look mad, or disgusted, or worse, suspicious. She just looks a little grateful, and a little flushed.

“Thanks,” the girl says as Bagi sits back down, as if Bagi could’ve just sat there and not helped. 

“Anyone would’ve done it,” Bagi says, shrugging her off. Bagi flinches back as the girl takes her by the shoulders, hands gripping her upper arms with wild eyes.

“No, really,” The girl says, like Bagi’s done anything to actually save anyone, “We couldn’t afford him breaking anything, and I wouldn’t know how to handle it if something worse—” She cuts herself off, like she can’t even bear to think about it, and Bagi sort of gets it. Because Cellbit’s missing, and he’s been missing for a long time. Bagi knows that he’s alive, but she knows he’s been fighting and struggling and hurting, and missing little boys don’t usually live so long. But, Cellbit is alive, because he has to be.

Because Bagi can’t handle it if something worse—

“It’s just you?” Bagi asks before immediately wincing at her own bluntness. The girl just laughs, and for just a second, Bagi finds herself absorbed by the sound, obsessed with it, desperate to hear it again, desperate for it to be her that drags it out of the girl.

“Kinda,” The girl says, and Bagi blinks, coming back to reality.

Hm, Bagi thinks, That was weird.

Bagi resolutely does not think about it.

“Kinda?” Bagi asks.

“Kinda.” She’s firm about it, and Bagi knows she’s not going to get much else out of her, especially when the boy comes up to them both a few minutes later, dragging his feet and clearly exhausted. He wants to go home, and it’s clear he is not afraid to cause a scene if they are not home ten minutes ago.

She waves at them both as they leave, and the girl grins at her.

“Good luck,” Bagi thinks she says. But she’s not sure.

Bagi’s not sure why she remembers that. She does though, and it means something, because everything has to mean something.

Bagi spends a few more weeks in America. It’s a waste of her time. 

One day, into her fifth week in America, while she’s watching the news, Bagi realizes that she didn’t look hard enough when she checked Brazil. She realizes that high security prisons are actually difficult to find sometimes. By the time Bagi reaches Brazil, Cellbit’s already been escaped for two weeks and he’s not even in the country anymore. Despite this, she still forces the habit of combing through every island for him, just in case he's stuck on some unsuspecting island and she misses him because she doesn't bother checking for him. She refuses to make that mistake again.

#sorry guys i love bagi and i do not CARE if this matches the canon timeline i will FORCE IT TO #also this takes palce in boston hashtag boston strong #his name being connor is a joke thats only funny to me. #qsmp #oibagi #bagi #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #.writing #cellbit #gemeos do misterio

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okay so in the book, chapter 11, there is this:

"In South America, Land of Enchantment, we could be wading in a river where tiny fish will swim up Tyler's urethra. The fish have barbed spines that flare out and back so once they're up Tyler, the fish set up housekeeping and get ready to lay their eggs. In so many ways, how we spent Saturday night could be worse.

"It could've been worse," Tyler says, "what we did with Marla's mother.""

And I wanted to discuss this because while that is indeed tempting to write and perhaps I will at some point (I also think it's very funny that the narrator chickenshit externalizes this hypothetical so it happens to Tyler), the noble candiru of the Amazonia do not actually leap into men's dicks to lay eggs.

Firstly, the local myth is that they'll leap up the urine stream to wriggle into a guy's urethra and suck their blood and whatnot, not lay eggs. This is because candiru are blood parasites, and in most normal conditions, latch onto the gills of larger fish to get their bloodmeal.

This local myth is definitely that, though, a myth, because candiru are just a bit too big to fit in the urethra without significant force. There's not really a way for that one to work out.

They HAVE been found in the vagina, which is unsettling to think about but much more logical in execution. Those spines ARE real and have to be carefully navigated during extraction. Very, very rare though. Never been found in the ass, in case you're curious.

There WAS a supposed case in 1997 of a candiru "jumping up out of the water, up the urine stream, into a man's urethra to chew through to his scrotum."

Now. Physically, that's impossible. It's too large, fluid mechanics don't work like that, the fish are sight not scent hunters, the fish's dentition cannot chew through flesh. And I'd like to hope it never happened at all but in all likelyhood, as with most things, the reality is probably that the man absolutely just was enthralled by the myth, became sexually intrigued by it, and decided to catch and stick a poor fish up his cock.

Play stupid games (stick animal in your urethra) win stupid prizes (2 hour urogenital surgery).

What a world we live in.

So, this has been a fish PSA, here's the real victim:

#fight club #candiru much maligned