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fuck dude i have got to find a job where i can be self-employed and creative. i cannot be in fucking retail hell anymore
#she bork#tbd#like now i don't deal w customers which is cool but now that i work at like a big retail store and not a little mall outlet the pressure is#insane. and i have bosses who never say good job or thank you and who have set me up to fail by throwing a department on me that i was not#hired to run or trained for and frankly don't have time to run properly either. so every week just starts w me in our weekly meeting being a#fucking piñata like 'why didn't you get this done 🤨 you need to manage your time better 🤨 you're losing sales 🤨' and i'm like i'm trying!!!!#what more can i do!!!!!! and then the side of it i actually kind of enjoy (which is what i was originally hired to do) is very very hard on#my body bc it's a very physical job (i run the team that unloads the trucks every day and like i'm usually helping unload bc i'm not just#gonna stand there and watch while my team busts their asses lol) and now i'm finding out that it's actually not normal to wake up every day#w your joints screaming and stiff and that i might have a chronic condition (doctor is thinking some sort of chronic inflammatory arthritis#but i won't know if my imaging and blood tests showed anything until like mid-june) and i'm like. so even the part of my job that i don't#mind as much is not good bc it's like actively destroying my body. okay sick 🤠 and i don't wanna quit bc i've only been there for like#eight months and this job would be really valuable on a resume but i don't want it to look like i'm a job hopper or like i'm fickle or#unreliable. so i'm stuck here for a while i think. but the pressure is destroying me mentally and i know i need to find a position somewhere#else that is 1. not fucking goddamn retail bc retail will always be hell and 2. not management bc i don't see myself ever really getting#into upper management but lower/middle management gets shit on the most so if i go somewhere else and end up in middle management i'll be#right back to wanting to kill myself in a matter of months. basically i'm tired of expectations and pressure and stress and i'm tired of#waking up at fucking 2:30 every morning just to go in and get shit on and destroy my body all over something that in the end i do not fuckin#care about. i need to make art and be held accountable by only myself. idk i've been toying w the idea of learning how to tattoo and trying#to start establishing some artistic skill so maybe eventually i can do that? not now bc the economy sucks and that's scary lol and anyway i#have to give myself some time to actually learn the skill and perfect a style. but it makes decent money (at least before the expense of#supplies and taxes) and allows you to travel and still work and also it would be fun. and i could tattoo myself so it would cut some#expenses for me since i cannot stay away from the damn needle. idk lol i need to save some money before i buy a tattoo gun or anything but#i'm considering it bc i am going fucking crazy rn and ik this feeling will leave me eventually but i also know it will come back bc it#always does. and i'm tired of just surviving and just making it through every day and every week like i want to be happy and this is just#not doing it for me anymore#ugh fuck why couldn't i have been born w a brain that likes numbers and code and technology. i love being an artist but it makes finding a#sustainable career really difficult bc i feel so restless and miserable when i'm stuck in a passionless job but my passions are not#particularly profitable. hate it here why wasn't i born a capybara no job no responsibility just squint and squeak and sun
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Tourbus cuddles // Ross Macdonald x Reader
Summery: A tourbus is small and it’s even smaller when your boyfriend is a giant. You both manage though.
warnings: none just fluff
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It’s a shit weather today. You still haven’t reached Buffalo and in the next few hours you won’t. It’s a thunderstorm out there, and you hate anything in relation to thunder and lightning. It’s quite good you’re in the tourbus with your boyfriend and friends.
With a blanket draped over you and Ross’ lap, you’re in the third round of UNO with Adam, Polly, John and Gabbriette.
“Do you think we have to cancel the show?” John asks while throwing a 4+ into the round. “Asshole,” Gabby says with a laugh, picking up 4 cards.
“I don’t know, it’s a possibility though if the weather gets even worse.” You sigh at Polly’s answer because you absolutely hate worse. It’s bad right now, but if it gets even worse, you’re staying under the blanket forever.
“Fucking wanker!” Matty screamed at the switch on the table. George breaks out in laughter, “you suck at this game.” Everyone watches them with a smile on their faces. This is home. Those people are your home.
Ross squeezes your thigh and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek before he stands up to go to the toilet. He won the round anyway.
“Hey, plug in my phone will you?” John hands you his phone and his charger. You turn around to the socket and stick the charger in but it doesn’t load. “Is your charger broken?” You ask and try twisting the side of the charger.
“Power is fucking out.” Matty yells from the very front of the bus. This night couldn’t get any better. “This sucks,” John says, “let’s hope when I wake up we’re at the destination.” He gets up and drapes his hoodie over his shoulder. “Good night.” Everyone says their good nights to John and continue to chat about tour.
When Ross gets back from the toilet you take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “I think I’m gonna head to bed as well.” You say and rub your eyes. Ross smiles, nods and takes your face into his hands to kiss you. “Gonna see you in the morning?” He asks and wraps himself up in the blanket. He’s the cutest man ever.
“Yeah, I love you.” You say and wave at everyone. You have the bunk bed above Gabbriette. It’s small and cozy but sleeping in it was terrifying at first. You left the curtain open all the time because you thought you couldn’t breathe in this tiny space. But now you’re laying under 2 blankets with the curtains closed to drown out the noise.
One more look at your phone and you’re in deep sleep. Not so deep actually because you awake at 2:30. You rub your eyes and jump at the loud rumbling of the thunder. You open the curtains and listen further. There is no talking which means everyone is in their bed by now.
Another unpleasant feeling is the sting in your lower stomach. You’ve been on your period for 2 days now, the third day is usually not so bad, but this only occurs to when you’re home and when you sleep in bed with your boyfriend. You have no choice though, the space is as tiny as it gets.
You try hard to fall asleep again but you can’t. You slowly get up to go to the kitchen area to grab a glass of water. When you get back you see Gabbriette on her phone in her bed and Matty’s face in her lap.“You up?” She asks and puts her phone down.
You nod and take a sip of the tap water, “this thunder is scaring me shitless, I’m on my period and I have to sleep in a tiny bed.” She chuckles at your frustrated sound.
“And Ross isn’t with you,” Matty adds which makes you sigh. Gabby gives you a smile. Matty and her usually fall asleep in the same bed but it looks uncomfortable and one awakes with back pain every time.
You definitely can’t take any more pain with what’s going on but you’re willing to handle it if it means cuddling with Ross. “ ‘M sure he wouldn’t mind having a cuddle, he’s whipped for you.” It feels like Matty is reading your mind. You nod and set the glass down onto a small table.
“I’m gonna do that, have a good night guys,” you wink at Gabby and she rolls her eyes at your indication. You walk away from the two of them, towards Ross’ bed, their chatting getting quieter.
Usually Ross also has the upper bed but this tour George really wanted it and Ross didn’t mind switching. His curtain is open and he’s laying on his stomach, hiding his hands under his pillow. It’s better to reach him, with him sleeping on the lower bed.
You can’t slip in because he’s taking up all the space right now. You crouch down and slowly nudge his shirt. “Ross?” You quietly say, “baby,” you try again. This time he stirs and opens his eyes slowly.
He mumbles your name in the dark and then he sees your face, your facial expression being uncomfortable. “Love, what’s wrong?” He says and uplifts himself onto his elbows. He rubs your cheek with his thumb and waits for an answer.
“It’s nothing serious it’s just-“ you pause and let the lightning light up the space. You see Ross’ tired eyes, you feel bad for waking him up. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry for waking you.” He shakes his head and doesn’t let you get up.
“Tell me darling,” his voice barely above a whisper. He lets his hand go through his hair, sleeking it back. You admire his face, and you absolutely adore his beard which he currently scratches.
“I just really wanna sleep in your bed, but it’s tiny and I get it. You’re really tall and I shouldn’t have woken you for this and-“ he cuts you off by scootching closer to the wall side. He lifts his blanket and intertwines your hands.
“Come here,” he whispers. You smile and close your eyes for a second. Then you slip in, not to be spooned but to face him and to nuzzle your face into his chest.
He puts the blanket around you and rests his head on yours. He gives you a couple of kisses and Ross in this state is causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounds so close to your ear. “Thank you,” you say and kiss his shoulder blade.
“Mmhhmm,” he humms from deep in his throat with closed lips. You didn’t think you’d fit and you barely do with your side touching the bar, but you’re here now and that’s what matters.
There is basically no space between the two of you, but you manage to bring your hand up to Ross’ face and cup his jaw. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. Ross doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.
“Thought you were tired,” he says after pulling away from you, you both smile at each other and then you hide your face in his chest again. “I am,” you mumble.
“Sleep then, we have to get up early.” It should be about 3 now. You’re gonna be tired either way in the morning but it’s not a worry. You ignore his demand and keep on talking.
“I don’t like the weather, how is anyone supposed to sleep with noise like that.” You huff and roll your eyes. Ross snorts at you and rubs your back soothingly.
“Oh so you’re scared, ‘s why you came.” He partly speaks the truth but he doesn’t have to know it. You shake your head, “not scared, just uncomfortable.”
“Alright then,” he totally doesn’t believe you and you know it because you feel the smile on his face. “You good to sleep then?” Ross is on the verge of falling asleep again and you don’t want to keep him up any longer.
“Yes, thank you again baby. I love you so much.” Ross sleepily kisses you again. “I love you so much more,” he swoops his arm around your side and pulls you as close as he can, your bodies not having a centimeter between them.
Both of you close your eyes and another thunder causes you to jump a bit. Ross chuckles and shakes his head against you. “Don’t worry love,” his mouth comes closer down to your ear, “I’ll protect you.”
#ross macdonald#ross macdonald fluff#the 1975#the 1975 fic#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald imagine#Ross Macdonald one shot#ross macdonald x you
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✤ 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜: 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝
part 2 of Looking After the Sick
written pre-3.3 • 3.2 archon quest spoiler warning technically still applies
author drivel. WROTE THIS WHILE I'M STILL RIDING THE SCARAMOUCHE WAVE THAT I HAVE FOR LIKE NO FUCKING REASON I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME WHAT IS GOING ON THIS FUCKER HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD HELP. right yeah anyway- every time i write fanfiction there is always a non-zero chance that someone is going to get slammed into a wall. take that as you will.
synopsis. you're not sick anymore, so you finally take matters into your own hands after he basically irl ghosted you for a few days.
contents. scaramouche can't deal with himself so he doesn't want to deal with you, he gets shoved into a wall, you tell him how you feel, plus a suggestive comment if you squint.
w.c. 2.4k words omg help me
taglist. @frissy
You looked down at It was about time to get Kunikuzushi back to his own room. Luckily, due to his inorganic composition, he’s quite light, so you don’t have much trouble hauling him around in various positions… when you’re not sick. With your lack of strength and shitty breathing, it was quite the slog trying to get the unconscious puppet back to his room, but you did manage it in the end. You laid him down on his bed somewhat ungracefully. After straightening out his messy limbs, you took one last look at his ’sleeping’ face. He’s quite beautiful when he’s this quiet. If only he had an ounce more of that calmness when he was conscious. With that final thought, you shuffled back to your room, collapsing onto the bed with a prolonged sigh (and cough).
30 minutes later, you swear you heard his faint scream from the other side of the Sanctuary.
The whole reason you went to such an effort to try and get him back to his own room was because you assumed that he would want to be alone once he finally rebooted. And you were right—he still brought your food like he was ordered to by Nahida, but every time he entered the room, he wouldn’t say anything to you, let alone even look at you. He would enter the room without a word, place the tray of food next to you and then rush out again. If you were lucky, he’d maybe throw a fresh blanket at you. Without fail, you’d get nailed square in the face with it every time.
In the time you were alone, which was about 99% of your waking hours, Kunikuzushi’s words ruminated in your mind. You were "making [him] feel all this shit…" and "toying with [his] already shattered heart like [a] plaything…". You wanted to roll your eyes at how painfully on-brand the wording is, but it seems like he’s gone and developed feelings for you. If all he did was say those things to you, there was more room for doubt in his words, but paired with his actions, there was no mistaking it. Kunikuzushi had developed feelings for you at some point. Looking down at the empty hand he held, you reminisced on the feeling of his soft hand in yours. It was so tender compared to the front he usually put up. You close your fist with a determined look on your face—once you’re better, you’re going to confront him about it.
By the fourth morning after making up your mind, you finally felt human again. You woke up with the sunlight hitting your eyes… But when that happens at this time of year, that means it’s already mid to late morning. So you’ve managed to sleep in even more than normal. With a sigh, you roll over to get out of bed but notice the food tray in the regular spot. On it sits a lonely cup of tea. Upon feeling the mug, you realize it must have been sitting there for a while, because it was only lukewarm—it must have been brought in while you were asleep. You go to gulp it down so it doesn’t go to waste, but the familiar taste hits you immediately. It was just like the tea in the chazuke that Kunikuzushi made you a few days ago. He must have made the tea. Whether it was his own idea or Nahida’s, you appreciate that he brought it to you either way. Right as you’re about to place the mug back down, you notice a tiny, plain notecard that must have been sitting beneath the cup.
The Radish wants you to hurry up and stop being bedridden.
Jokes on him, you’re feeling 100% better and are about to hunt his ass down. After getting changed out of your pyjamas and into some semi-presentable clothes, you set out on your quest of looking for the emotional wreck of a puppet.
You exit out into the hallway, not quite sure where to begin. You begin to think of some possible places he may be, but your thoughts are cut off by a little radish-coloured child wandering into view—it’s Nahida.
"Oh hello, (Y/N)! I’m glad to see you up and about. How are you feeling?" The young god marches up to you with a cheery look on her face. She only comes up to at most your waist.
"Normal, finally. I’m completely better now. Ku took good care of me… for a few days." You bit the inside of your cheek remembering the event from four days ago.
"Ah yes, something happened between the two of you, didn’t it? I wanted to see if he would talk about it, but it seems he’s gone back to bottling things up. Can I ask what happened?"
"Yeah, he’s doing it to me too… You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you? I’m gonna try talking to him."
Nahida puffs her cheeks. "Ooh, that’s going to be tricky… Well, I believe I last saw him come out of his room a few minutes ago. He didn’t have his hat on, so I don’t think he’s planning on leaving any time soon."
"Thank you so much. You’ll probably be able to tell later on if things go well! Please excuse me now," With a little bow and wave to the god, she sees you off with a returned smile and wave, continuing on her way down the hallway.
Now to find that Kunikuzushi. It doesn’t take too long to get to the general area of his room. He couldn’t have gone far if he didn’t have his hat on. He never leaves without the thing.
You can feel yourself beginning to get fidgety. As much of the fearless ex-Fatui Harbinger tamer you are, you’re still just a person with your own nervous feelings to consider. You’re not the one that has the potential to be met with humiliating rejection… right? Judging that you’re dealing with Kunikuzushi, everything could easily be flipped on its head in a matter of seconds. Your eyes turn downcast, mindlessly watching the floor in front of you as you walk. So of course you’re not watching where you’re going because you knock into something—or maybe something walks into you. Either way, it makes an incredibly familiar screech. Your head whips up to see what it is and you come face to face with just the person you were looking for.
"Kuni—"
"W-watch where you’re going!" He stammers, moving to hide his face behind his arm. He looks down at you with either contemptuous or embarrassed eyes—you only saw them for a split second before he turns tail and tries to run off.
"Wait, I need to talk to you!"
"No you don’t!" He calls back, looking over his shoulder.
You run up behind him and try to catch his wrist again, and you do manage to briefly get a grip on it it… until he leaps into the air in a blast of air, yanking himself from your grip.
You’re left reeling from the sudden gust of wind to your face while Kunikuzushi lands back down and sprints off. He turns to face you one last time and calls out "Leave me alone!" Hey, that’s the most eye-contact he’s made with you in the past four days.
"Kunikuzushi, you get your ass back here right now!" You begin to sprint after him down the hallway. "Being alone will fix none of this, and you still have to consider how I feel!"
He makes a shocked cry and almost trips over his own feet. There’s your chance—it’s now or never to catch up to him. Before he can escape away from you again, you manage to corner him against the wall with both hands hovering near either of his shoulders. He’s pressed up against the wall as much as humanly possible, face horrified and tomato red. "LET ME GO."
"No. Kunikuzushi, listen to me. You can’t just avoid me for the rest of your life."
"What, a-are you projecting on me or something? You wanna… you wanna be with me so bad you can’t even go four days without talking to me." His 'smug smile' seems more like an embarrassed frown.
"You interpreted the statement like that. I think you’re the one projecting, Ku," You sigh at his pathetic attempt at deflection. "Which is exactly why I need to talk to you."
"Ngh…" He grunts out while looking off down the hall, hiding his mouth behind his wrist. "This is about… that night, isn’t it? What do you even want?" He frowns, glaring at you. Even when he’s this much of a hot mess, he still has a beauty to behold.
"That’s the thing… I’m not really sure." You sigh, eyes casting off to the side. "But I would like to go somewhere a bit more private, if possible."
"HUH? B-but—" His face heats up even further.
"Would you rather the two of us be caught like this here in the hallway?"
"No." He avoids your gaze again. "Ugh, c’mon, let’s just go to my room or something It’s right there."
You let go of your cage around him and he walks stiffly to his bedroom. Once you’re in, he closes the door behind you. His room is neat and simple, not too different from your’s. A few random belongings and pieces of clothes strewn about suggest that he’s begun to feel more comfortable which makes you happy to see. But Kunikuzushi’s not in the mood for that right now.
"So?" He asks impatiently. "What do you have to say that about… that?" He crosses his arms and shifts his weight to one leg.
You take a step to approach him, which makes him instinctually back up a step. His expression falters with nervousness. “Well. Your confusing feelings are most likely a crush." You say.
“Argh, I know that! I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.” He folds his arms across his chest crankily, looking off to the side. “It’s just… been so long. B-but anyway! What do you even…” he gestures around wildly with his hands, struggling to articulate. “…think of all that?!”
“That’s the thing… I’m not fully sure,” You reply. Mind you, you do have some idea, but you want to put it to the test first.
"Wh-what?!" He sputters in disbelief. "How can you—! Ugh, I’m right, aren’t I? All you want to do is pl—" He begins on a pessimistic rant, and you’re not having it.
"But…" You cut him off. Despite your hammering heart rising in your chest, you grab him by both sides of his collar and yank him closer to you, placing your lips on his half-parted ones. Kunikuzushi’s eyes open as wide as can be. You can feel your a warmth and almost giddiness radiate inside you. The kiss itself is a slightly awkward one, thanks to how stiff Kunikuzushi is the whole time, but you can feel yourself melting against him.
Eventually, you have to let him go. You take note of the fact that you don’t want to, but breathing is still somewhat important. The stunned Kunikuzushi steps back against the wall, eyes and pupils blown wide. Nothing seems to go through his head for a brief second.
“Hello?” You wave in front of his face. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re short-circuiting again..." Your warm feeling quickly suspends at the looming threat that he may pass out again. If he does, at least his bed is literally right there, and you’re ready to catch him if necessary.
He wordlessly brings a hand to his lip, evidently still computing what just happened. Looks like you just temporarily tanked his processing speed instead. You watch in real time as his face flushes even deeper.
"WHWHWHWH—" In an instant, his expression morphs to one of shock. Looks like he’s finally back with reality.
"You know, I missed the feeling of your hand." Now it was your turn to pick up his hand and interlace your fingers with his. You hold it up between the two of you and it give a little squeeze. Kunikuzushi stares at them with wide eyes. "I think it helped me figure out how I feel about you.’
"...Wh-which is?"
"I mean, it should be obvious since I just kissed you on the lips like that, but I think I like you t—“
Now it was Kunikuzushi’s turn to cut you off. With his free hand, he holds your face by the jaw and leans in to kiss you back. You’re stunned by his new found confidence. This time, he actually moves against your lips with far more experienced at this than you would have thought—then again, he has been alive several hundred years longer than you have, so what do you know? You can feel the emotion behind it—tender but with an unmistakable fervour. He lets go of your still-joint hand and brings you closer against him with his hand around the small of your back. Your arms find themselves wrapping around his shoulders. A few moments later. you pull back with a gasp of air and a hammering heart. It was also your turn to be left reeling. Kunikuzushi on the other hand, appears quite pleased with himself.
“Hah, you drank the tea I left you this morning, didn’t you?” He still holds your face with his hand. You watch as he swipes his tongue over his lips with a smug grin.
“AHEM.” Your face heats at his comment. “Yes, I did. The Radish wanted me to stop being bedridden after all… On another note, you look quite happy,” You say with a smile.
“‘Cause I am, stupid,” He laughs softly. “You do my head in with all the shit you make me feel, but right now, this isn’t so bad.”
“Oh yeah, you mentioned that you went to Nahida about your confusing feelings?”
“…I did. What of it?” He looks at you with a slightly confused expression, rather contrary to the smug one he had before.
“She’s probably the last person you want to go to for human emotions. She says she really doesn’t understand them since she’s been stuck alone for 500 years."
“…So she really does have the same understanding of emotions as a radish.” He muses, looking off in some random direction.
“Wait, KUNIKUZUSHI, WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?”
In response, he just pokes his tongue out.
#ok now i gtg do homework#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche#scaramouche fluff#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin#genshin x reader#wanderer x reader
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when chris cares about someone he will go to the end of the earth to make sure they’re okay. sure he can be goofy and childlike but he’s got a heart of gold, wanting to make sure everyone is taken care of before himself. that’s what i love about him, which is why he was the first one to notice i was sick.
the triplets and i had planned to go to the flea market in town at 2 but when chris hadn’t hear from me by 1:30 he called me to make sure i didn’t forget.
“hey are you ready yet? we’re leaving soon”
“hi uh no i woke up this morning feeling like i’ve been run over by multiple trains i feel like shit so not i can’t go” i croak.
“why didn’t you tell me earlier? i could have come by”
“i slept like crap because everything hurts to move and breathe so i stayed in bed hoping i’d fall asleep and that you guys would forget about the flea market because i felt bad for ruining the plans”
“forget the flea market it’s literally every week you don’t need to feel bad. you come first. i’m coming over and no i don’t care if i get sick i drink so many Pepsi’s a day if that hasn’t done anything to me getting a cold is nothing. i’m coming over whether you like it or not”
“fine. can you please tell matt and nick i’m sorry and that i’ll make it up to them. they are so excited for us to go”
“you don’t have to apologize i’ll tell them your sick, they’ll understand. they can still go if they want”
“if you say so. doors locked so use your key i’m gonna try to sleep” my voice trails off.
“i’ll see you soon i just gotta do a few things first, get some sleep”
chris pov:
2:23pm
walking upstairs i find matt on the sofa ready to leave.
“i just called y/n to see if she was ready but she got called into work someone didn’t show up for their shift. she said to tell you guys she’s sorry she didn’t tell us earlier her morning was hectic trying to leave last minute, she felt bad”
“that’s okay we can go next week. did you and nick wanna still go?”
“i’d rather wait til we all can go. if that’s cool?”
“of course, i’ll let nick know”
while matt heads upstairs to talk to nick i sit on the couch and think about what excuse i can make to get out of the house without them coming. sending a text in our groupchat i send an excuse.
i’m gonna go shoot some more photos for the new fresh love drop with brandon (aka gwhip333)
cool, you need a ride?
nah i’m good i can uber
when they model each others brand 😩
bro you’re weird
i’ll probably be back later tonight we’ll probably order food so don’t worry about me
we always worry about you, you’re a very concerning person
aw under that cold exterior you care about me, how sweet. i’m leaving
and with that i was on my way to her house without nick and matt knowing. i didn’t tell them because i know she hates being the center of attention and the last thing she wants is for 3 people to loom over her making sure she’s okay. so i’m going alone.
readers pov:
the rustling in the kitchen causes me to wake up for a second before realizing it’s probably chris, a burglar would make more of an attempt to be quiet. pulling my duvet up to my chin, i’m out like a light. i’m gently woken by chris. he knows better than anyone to wake me up gently and carefully.
he learned that the hard way.
he walked in my room one day, climbed in my bed, and made himself comfortable. being a fairly heavy sleeper, i didn’t hear or feel him come in. i rolled over in my sleep, i was met with a body. my natural instinct, in my half asleep state, was to smack and flail at whatever was in my reach. which happened to be chris’ face. hearing i’m yelp and call my name i woke up in seconds.
“what the fuck chris?! why would you sneak in here when i’m sleeping are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“i was gonna wake you up in few minutes, you just looked so peaceful i didn’t want to disturb you, i didn’t know trying to be nice was gonna get me bitch smacked” he grumbled.
“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hit you i was scared” my voice small, yet filled with guilt and concern. “you can’t sneak up on me like that”
“i should have expected that to happen” he laughed.
sitting up, i grab ahold of his chin gently turning it to the side i smacked.
a sad sigh escapes my lips “i left a mark” i frown.
“don’t worry about it it doesn’t hurt, i kinda deserved it” he reassures me.
“you kinda did” i laughed.
so now chris knows to not be so silent when waking me up. he sits beside me on my bed and starts quietly talking to me, slowly getting a little louder when he sees me stir. like a feather, his fingers delicately graze my cheeks, making their way to my knotted hair, tucking the stray, sweat soaked pieces out of my face.
my eyes flutter open, promptly squeezing shut as the brightness hits my eyes. groaning, for multiple reasons; being woken up, the brightness, and suddenly feeling all the aches and pains. i nudge my head towards chris’ hand on my cheek, enjoying his warmth and touch.
“well hello you ball of germs” he lovingly joked.
all i can do is glare at him however pain and misery are evident in my appearance. my forehead creased from the crushing pressure in my head, my limbs tight and scrunched from the aches and pains shooting through my body, and a frown replacing my usual smile.
“i’m not gonna bother asking how you feel because i already know the answer so i’ll skip to is there anything i can do for you?”
“i don’t know. uh maybe the heat pack? everything hurts so much” i tear up.
with a swipe of my stray tears and a quick "I'll be right back" he's off scouring my apartment. within minutes he’s back, plugging in the heat pack before getting in bed and leaning against the headboard. not only did he come back with the heat pack, he also came bearing a CVS bag.
“okay i’ve got cold meds, cough lozenges, fuzzy socks because i know you love them, your favorite soup, voltaren to put on where your achey, fruit snacks to munch on, tissues obviously, and this little penguin stuffy i couldn’t leave with out it” he explains in a hushed tone.
“thank you chris, you didn’t have to”
“i know but i wanted to, i wanna take care of you. you’re always there for me so whatever you need i’m here. now come cuddle you need sleep”
snuggling up to chris with my head on his chest and my arm draped across his body clutching his shirt. he wraps his arms securely around me. one hand holding the heat pack against my back and the other massaging my scalp, both helping my headache and making me sleepy.
i wake up confused when chris isn’t beside me but the rattling and banging in the kitchen answered any questions i had. slowly but surely i make my way to the bathroom. as i’m leaving i hear my phone ding. a text from matt reads,
hey kid how’s it going? i know you were looking forward to the flea market we’ll all go next week
i’m slowly rotting away in bed i feel like i’ve been run over been a bus. you guys could have gone without me but thank you for waiting to go with me
3rd person pov:
it’s then that matt realizes he’s been told 2 different stories. chris said y/n couldn’t go because she got called into work and y/n just told him she’s sick. immediately he knows who’s telling the truth because y/n wouldn’t lie, she’s too honest for her own good. not mentioning this mix up to y/n he tells her he hopes she feels better and to call him if she needs anything.
matt can’t help but smirk. he caught his younger brother in a lie that showed him everything he needed to know to confirm his suspicions. matt knew from the start that something was off with chris’ story because brandon was in NY for the week. both matt and nick knew something weird was going on but they needed chris to get himself caught in a lie to know if they were right.
chris’ pov:
i stood over the counter carefully watching the soup cook not wanting to burn it. just as i turn the heat down, my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s a text from nick,
how’s shooting going? matt and i miss brandon tell him we need to hang out together soon
my breath hitches, i need to keep my lie going.
good these are turning out dope i can’t wait to see the final version. he was just saying that earlier we’ll plan something
your pov:
i muster up the energy to take a shower and wash my hair just not to the extent to normal would. over the sound of the cascading water i think i heard a knock but it’s heard to tell. it could be chris destroying my kitchen.
i get changed into one of chris’ hoodies i borrowed a while ago and never gave back and a pair of sweats. towel drying my hair i try to soak up as much water as i can, hating hating the feeling of wet hair. feeling my stomach grumble i follow the smell of soup to the kitchen only to be met with nick and matt sitting across from chris having some silent triplet conversation.
“hi what’s going on?” my voice hoarse.
chris’ pov:
sitting atop the counter beside the stove so i can keep an eye on the soup, i play games on my phone waiting for y/n to finish in the shower. a soft knock on the front door catches my attention. opening the front door, assuming it was a delivery driver dropping off a package, i’m surprised to see matt and nick. i probably look just as confused as they do. they make their way in and we settle on the couch, i feel like a kid about to get in trouble.
“dude why’d you make up a lie you could have told us you were coming to take care of her which might i add is a very boyfriend thing to do”
“i just- i wanted to come and take care of her, that’s not a boyfriend thing it’s called i care about her, i want to make sure she’s okay and that i can help her out if she needs it”
“yeah sure whatever but alone? that’s the weird part. why can’t you just admit you like her?”
“okay fine i do! i wanted to hang out with her without you buffoons there. i want to take care of her, make sure she’s okay. i love seeing this soft, gentle, affectionate side of her. i love being the first person she calls when she wants help or is having a bad day and just wants my company.i love being with her and these moments don’t happen when you bozos interfere”
“we already knew your undying love for her. the way you drop everything when it comes to her. your heart eyes are so obvious. how affectionate, gentle, and calm you are with her. you know when we’re out in a group or crowd i always catch you searching for her, smiling when you spot her, knowing she’s safe. when she’s around, she’s the only person in the room to you”
a little stunned that he knew all that but i kinda expected that from him. i have nothing to say so i just nod, agreeing with him.
the creaking floor board directs my attention to the stairs, y/n’s come up for lunch. matt, nick, and i look back and forth between each other. i know they’re wanting me to say something to her about how i feel but now isn’t the time.
“hi what’s going on?” her voice is scratchy.
nick and matt say their hellos as i get up leaving to talk to each other while i go meet y/n in the kitchen.
“how ya feeling? did the shower help?”
“a little, i’m still achey and in pain, my head hurts, and i’m tired. can you come cuddle?”
her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, silently pleading, i can’t say no to that. “here, go have some soup in bed and i’ll be there in a second okay?”
your pov:
i carefully take the warm bowl of soup downstairs to my bed, eating it while i wait for chris. 5 minutes later, my door slowly cracks open to reveal chris with a soft smile adorning his face.
“i’m all yours now. let’s cuddle but first let me put the voltaren on that’ll help your aches. where’s it hurt?”
“um uh my-my back and neck mainly” i stumble over my words knowing you’ll be putting it on my back. very intimate action.
laying on my stomach without my head to the side, duvet cover pulled back, chris sits beside me pulling my oversized shirt up so he can access my back and starts putting the lotion on. once he’s done he makes his way under the covers letting me rest my head on his chest. his cologne brings me comfort just like the feeling of my hand gently massaging my back as he holds me.
“thank you for taking care of me. you’re so good to me.” no one has ever cared for me the way chris does. he’s shown me what it’s like to be loved.
“i’d do anything for you, you know that. i love taking care of you, moments like this are my favorite. now get some sleep i’m not going anywhere.
“i love you”
“i love you sweet girl”
little did they both know, they actually meant it.
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Blackberry + Smash
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Summary: Oh my god, it's your little day date! I wonder if he'll like your choice of nails?
Word Count:6.3k
A/N: Part 2 to Blackberry, still for @newlips milestone of love! I broke these up because I was having a hard time reading it all together and this part got, well, too long honestly. However it's fun and dirty just how we all like it. (18+ NSFW you know the drill)
The mirror in his bathroom isn’t lying to him, he sure is 32 and still has no idea how to dress himself. He’s gone through at least 6 versions of the same black outfit, only now realizing he owns nothing for a date. He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs.
Casual. It’s lunch, this ain’t rocket science and you’ve seen him covered in a multitude of stains and you still kissed him 9 days ago.
Yes he’s counting, has counted every day. Every boba tea he’s left since, every carton of cookies has a little heart drawn on it with an ‘E’ in the middle.
He wasn’t even this lovesick as a kid.
Eddie gives himself a disgusted scoff before ripping off his faded Megadeath tee. He lets himself have a little tantrum, stomping his feet around and whining. Rolling his head back and forth. Couldn’t you two just slide under his sheets and roll around for the rest of eternity? Then he wouldn’t have to worry about fuckin’ clothes! There’s a yell building in his chest but Jeff is sleeping and he won’t wake him, not with a full Friday night ahead of him. Instead he stalks off to his room to root around some more, looking for something less faded when his phone pings. A message from you: ‘holy shit, am I actually ready on time? 🖤’, and a picture that he immediately taps on.
It’s a mirror picture of your outfit. Black sweater, black pants, black shoes.
Oh what a fucking pair you’ll make. Dour food service workers in their mourning best.
He’s never been happier.
This also sets his nerves at ease. He can look normal. On top of his pile of clean laundry he finds his Hideout shirt and his good Metallica hoodie. Has one last moment of asking himself if he’s still actually 16 before going back to the bathroom.
Rings on, his pick and his Cuban link chain lay against his collar bones. Finds the matching bracelet and decides to wear the silver nose hoop and in the final glance he rolls his eyes.
It’ll do.
He shoves the shirt and hoodie on, glances at the clock and sees 9:30 glowing up at him. He finds his jacket, grabs his keys and wallet and has enough time to pick up coffee for the two of you.
You got nervous and decided to wait outside for him, the sun helping to edge off the chill of the morning. You’re scrolling through Instagram when the familiar sound of his truck pulls through the gate of your complex. Immediately it feels like your stomach is up in your ribs. You’d spent four fucking hours this morning getting ready, redoing your makeup three times before just settling on big wings and red lips. Classic, easy, and you were running low on makeup wipes really. You’d switched out jewelry enough you’d irritated the piercings, yet again settling on leaving in your medusa and just going with silver everything. In an attempt to calm yourself you’d sent the picture to Eddie, not really expecting him to reply. He did heart react to it though and that had sent you horizontal on the couch for a few minutes, kicking your socked feet around.
He pulls up in front of you and before you can get a hand on the door he’s leaned over to push it open. You’re staring very obviously for a moment, eyes fixed on the ripped knees of his jeans where you can see a smattering of tattoos. You hadn’t given much thought to that. You knew about his arms obviously, had seen pictures of his chest and back pieces but no one had mentioned his legs. Eddie clears his throat and you immediately flush. He gives you a look and you prop a foot in to help push you up. Then you notice the two Dunkin coffees.
“Did you get me iced coffee?” Surprise pitches your voice high, a little ‘oh!’ following when he holds up a small paper bag.
“And a donut.”
“Eddie!” You reach over to grab the bag and also slap at his elbow. He just chuckles and watches you tear it in two, holding one side out to him. He can see the pink still tinging your cheeks.
“I already had two.”
“Oh I see how it is.” A raise of your eyebrows and he tells you to put your seatbelt on. Asks for the address of your nail salon.
“It’s gonna take a little while, I’m getting acrylics so. I don’t know if you want to hang around or not.” You say around a mouthful of donut.
“Am I gonna be in the way?”
“I don’t think so, just depends on how busy they are.”
It’s busy as shit. Thankfully you have your appointment, so it’s just a waiting game for a station to open up.
“There’s like, so many people in here.” He looks like a big worried puppy. “Do you mind if I wander over to the bookstore on the other side?” Eddie flicks his head at the front door. Across the parking lot is a Barnes and Nobel that you saw him eye when you parked.
“Not at all.” A hand on his forearm with a gentle squeeze and he smiles down at you. What had Cate said?
“You’re a simple for dimples.” Christ.
“Text me when you’re almost done, okay?”
You nod, shooing him off towards the door. He’s slow going, waiting for you to turn around the corner to go look at polish colors. When he sees you disappear he rushes the front desk, the receptionist startling at his figure popping up.
“Hey, your 11 o’clock with-“ he gestures over to you, mouthing your name to try to keep it quiet. “How much is her bill?”
“Well, she’s set up for a regular acrylic set and-“
He’s keeping an eye on you but wants to get out of here before you turn around again to find a seat.
“Look, whatever the like, top tier thing is, I don’t know nails. Can I just pay ahead of time for that for her?”
“For the nails and the pedicure?”
“Yeah yeah, whatever it is. I’ve got the tip too.”
She hands him a small receipt and he only balks at the price because why is this shit so expensive? He made it a point to not have a band of cash on him today, trying to be a modicum of classy, so he pulls out three hundreds from his wallet and tells the receptionist to figure out the tip. Smiles and tells her to have a nice day. He darts out before you get a chance to sit.
“Eddie.” The sound of your voice makes him pick his head up from his phone. You’re standing in front of the door to the salon, arms crossed and a pinched expression on your face.
“Yeah?” He’s playing stupid. Only for you.
“You really didn’t need to do that.”
A small smile pulls at his lips and he halfheartedly shrugs.
“I’m serious! That was expensive.” Your laugh is exasperated but your not really mad. Just taken aback. First dates don’t pay for nails.
“I know, that’s why I did it. You’ve been talking about these fuckin’ things for a week now. Figured I’d surprise you.” He puts his phone away to stare up at you from his seat on the bench.
“Let’s see ‘em.” Eddie leans forward and holds out his hand expectantly. You twist away and playfully squint down at him, holding your hands clenched under your chin.
“I don’t know if you deserve it.”
“Oh come on, let’s see what my hard earned American dollars got you.” Laughing and reaching again but this time his hand drifts south, fingertips grazing the back of your thigh, gently pulling you back towards him.
The little hitch in your breathing goes unnoticed but the blush flooding your cheeks doesn’t. His smile widens and he pulls you again, knocking your knee gently into the bench between his own.
“Please?” Holds his other hand out, big palm facing up and you lower your own down to wiggle your fingers at him. Eddie let’s out a low whistle while he turns your hand around to look at the little gold stars dotting the matte black claws; turns it over to see the glittery red underneath.
“Oh I’d say that’s worth it.”
“You like?”
“Mhm. You get you’re toes done too?”
That makes you blush harder for some reason but you nod. He’s still holding your hand gently, like he’d lean in for a kiss to the back of it.
“Yeah, same red color.” His other hand is resting fully against your leg now, thumb moving slowly back and forth over your knee. He glances down at your feet briefly, toes hidden in your shiny black loafers.
“I bet that’s real pretty.” When he looks back up at your face, dark eyes framed by dark lashes and that damn smile pulling those dimples out, you look away quick. If anymore blood rushes to your face you’re bound to pass out.
“Did uh, did you wanna like, grab lunch or something?” He’s got you stuttering while you look around the parking lot for a distraction. Anything to get your mind off of his hand still gripping the side of your thigh.
Jesus suffering fuck.
“Sure. There’s a ramen place up the road that’s pretty good.”
It’s a small restaurant, ten tables and a bar. It’s just the two of you for a while in the booth that Eddie asked for. He’s been tapping his foot against yours since you sat.
“Are you playing footsie with me?”
“Maybe.” His grin is infectious. You jostle him back and it devolves for a few minutes until the waitress shows back up with your drinks and a knowing look on her face.
Eddie notes how easy you blush. It’s been at least four times today and he’s only been around you for maybe three hours. He’s trying to recall any other time he might have seen it, but he doesn’t think you’d let that kind of thing slide at work. It’d be seen as a weakness or some shit you and Cate make up.
He briefly wonders how far down your neck it goes.
“So do you actually like cooking?” You ask as your food arrives, unwrapping your chopsticks and dumping and ungodly amount of togarashi into your ramen.
“Yeah actually. My uncle taught me how to cook, he made it fun. It just kind of stuck around I guess.” He looks bashful, swirling his chopsticks around the bowl. You realize this is a whole side of Eddie you don’t know about.
“What’s your favorite thing to cook?”
“Honestly? I really like smoking ribs. Wayne had this contraption he built himself out back of his trailer, and he’d make some real creations out there.” He sounds wistful when he talks about his uncle. He’s brought him up a few times but never really explained why he spent so much time with him. You don’t want to pry, but your interested in this home brew smoker now.
“Please tell me it was like some 50 gallon drum deal.”
“Oh of course! He used to be a welder in the Army so he had all kinds of shit he made. Still has that grill too.”
Eddie rambles for most of lunch, constantly trying to deflect back to you but you’re invested in this uncle of his. Wayne sounds like quite the guy.
“So you lived with him till what, you were 23?”
“Yeah. I just wanted my own space and he also needed his own space. I have dinner with him once a week though. At least.” Eddie’s been rubbing his hand on the back of his neck for a few minutes and you’re starting to get the signal to stop mining for now.
“I’d love to meet him.”
“Oh he’d love you.” That rolls off his tongue fast and you both laugh. “Maybe I’ll drag you to dinner next week. You can tell him all about your drive thru crazies.”
“Oh I’m sure we’d both love that.”
The check has been sitting on the table for 20 or so minutes and when he tucks his card in, after swatting your hand away, the waitress descends and disappears with the check. He’s nervous again, twirling his rings around his fingers, leg bouncing. You’ve taken a minute to check your messages but under the table you slide a hand onto his bouncing knee. It stills immediately, the flash of a smile you shoot at him quelling any knots under his ribs. It’s such a small gesture, your hand warm on his knee. He’s already decided he’s kissing you again outside.
“This was fun, thank you again for my nails. Seriously.”
He reaches out for your hand, tucks his fingers up under your knuckles to stare at the gold stars. He doesn’t let go, instead pulling you along behind him towards his truck.
“Unless you’ve got other plans, we can find something else to do. I’ve got all day.”
“Okay.” You say it so quick, looking for any excuse to stay around him. It’s only taken you this long for a single date, you might as well make it last. “Wanna see a movie?”
When he stops at his truck he doesn’t unlock it, just leans back against the door and pulls your hand in against his chest.
“Anything good playing?” He asks quietly, laying his hand over yours to lay flat against him. You fit right between his feet, boots bracketing your loafers.
“I don’t uh…” Your stuttering, caught watching his eyes flit between yours. “I’m not sure.” You finish lamely.
“Well, I’ve got all means of streaming at my place. If you want.”
A year ago with anyone else this would have made you scoff and push back, spell being firmly broken by even the implication of some form of Netflix and chill.
Eddie though? Eddie makes it sound like the sweetest thing in the world. And who are you, presuming he’s even gonna try and put a move on you?
(You’ll be absolutely devastated if he doesn’t.)
The warmth of him is enveloping you, the spice of his cologne and the last cigarette he had drawing you further in just before his hands do the same. Big palms cradle the sides of your neck, thumbs resting on your cheeks and he leans in.
His lips are plush and warm and you tuck up close to him, arms squished between the two of you. His fingers inch up into your hair, holding your head, keeping your lips to his and honestly? Honestly.
How dare he be so good at this and keep it from you for so long. You thought he liked you and he’s been depriving you of his lips parting and running his tongue over your own and-
“Ed.” You break the kiss, breathless and face hot but you’ve only got eyes for him. His pupils blown wide in the bright daylight, you can see a frown starting between his brows. “No, hey I’m not-this is great. Can we get in the truck?” It’s almost one long word of a sentence but he understands. You’re around to the passenger side before he’s even closing his door, your hand over the center console to grab his bicep and pull him over to you.
In the confines of the cab, kneeling on the seat so you can grab his hoodie and it’s your turn to pull him in. The little sound he lets out almost sounds like a whimper and it just makes you all the more confident. It’s your tongue running along the seam of his lips, the curve of a smile before he opens and lets you in. He taste like the mango mochi you two shared and your hands run up into his hair to keep him close.
This is all you’ve been thinking about since he kissed you last week, waiting for another moment to lay your lips on him. It’s a few minutes of heavy kissing and his hands just under the edge of your sweater; you still haven’t let his hair go yet. Eddie is the first to pull away though, eyes squeezed shut when he rests his forehead against yours.
“We can go back to mine, uh if you want? We don’t have to I know I said that earlier but we can go out and see a movie-“ You press two fingers against his lips to silence him.
“I want to.”
The ride to his apartment is quiet. He drops his hand on its new home in the middle of your thigh, fingers digging in a little bit every time he turns a corner.
That blackberry has been picked and washed and fully eaten in earnest.
His apartment isn’t what you expected honestly. It’s two men living together, so the neatness throws you off. Everything has a home it seems, unlike your own place that’s like a cozy disaster zone.
“I like your place.” You say over your shoulder standing in the open living room. He’d busied himself with putting your jackets away and dropping his stuff into a tray on the counter. Now he’s just standing in the kitchen watching you inspect the bookcase by the TV.
“Do you like bourbon?”
You glance at your phone to see 4:30pm.
“A little early for dark liquor.”
Eddie shrugs and pulls out two rocks glasses and a round bottle, little jockey stopper on top.
“We hit some kind of goal or something and Stacy and her husband bought everyone in the kitchen really nice bourbon.” He pulls the seal. “Thought I’d hang on to it for a special occasion.”
“Is this a special occasion then?”
“Yes.” His smile is warm. Looks at the little topper for a moment before sniffing the bottle.
“That kind of smells like Christmas.”
He pours less than a finger in each glass and slides one over to you. He’s not wrong, and after he fishes out an ice cube for you, it goes down smooth.
Hip cocked into the counter top and nursing your tiny glass of stupid expensive bourbon, you listen to Eddie go in on all the deserts he could use this in. You had no idea he could bake too and you feel a little cheated after all those bakery bought cookies he’s brought you.
“Oh you know what else,” he ducks into his fridge and pulls out a mason jar of dark syrup, “this might be blasphemy but I don’t care. Let me see your glass.” You hold it out and he uses a spoon to drizzle some of it in the dregs of your drink. “Thats a blackberry and rosemary syrup I made and- what?” Your laugh cuts through his words and the way his face lights up makes laugh more. A clearer sign from the universe, you’ve never had.
“I just really like blackberries.”
He does put something on tv eventually but neither of you pay attention. It murmurs in the background while you two talk and when the sun starts to stretch across the wall of his living room you climb over the cushion separating you and try valiantly to invade his chest. He’s cozy and warm and he tastes like that syrup he made. He says something about whiskey tasting good on you too and any inkling you may have had about leaving his place tonight goes firmly out the window.
The couch is comfortable and him nosing at your neck, dropping lazy kisses up and down the length of it makes you melt. His hands are heavy in your hair and where they slide down to meet his lips along your neck. You’d finally gotten a hand under his shirt, skin hot and soft. You can feel the muscles flex under your touch and you find out on accident he’s ticklish when you’re skating your new nails back and forth over his happy trail and the weirdest giggle escapes him.
“Sorry.” He smiles shyly.
You want to hear that sound again but he has other plans. Untangles your legs and stands up, holds out his hand to you again.
Just over the threshold of his room he looks at you, fully sincere.
“Is this okay?”
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
You nod and gently kick the door closed behind yourself.
With that barrier to the outside closed Eddie descends on you. Backs you right up against the door and kisses the breath right out of your lungs. You hang onto his shoulders while he pulls your sweater off. It hits the floor and his hands are right back on you sliding up your sides to cup your tits through your lace bra. You’d worn the set in the hopes that this exact thing would happen.
“How’d you know blue’s my favorite color?” He whispers against your mouth before diving right down to the swell of your breast and nips lightly. You suck in a gasp and he does it again to the other one, runs his thumbs over your nipples. Your trying your hardest to get your fingers to cooperate and pull at the hem of his shirt.
“Worry about me later.”
“Eddie, please.”
“Wanna see you first, gorgeous.”
When his hands fall to your jeans you let out a whine that makes him look up at you.
“You okay?”
“Yes just. Please don’t stop.”
He hurries then, pushes your jeans down and turns you both to walk to bed. When the edge hits your legs you lift one to crawl backwards, a finger hooked in his belt loop in an attempt to pull him with you. He rips his shirt off instead and it’s truly it’s insane how he just keeps getting hotter. The dark lines of his tattoos against his pale skin makes you pant.
“Oh what the fuck.”
“I was just about to say the same thing.” He sounds breathless. Eyes roaming to take in the matching underwear that clings to your body. The tattoo on your sternum that he had no idea about and the other two just under your collar. There’s dark lines wrapping around your hip that he’s going to dig his teeth into soon. He reaches and lightly runs a finger over your sternum before trailing it down your stomach and stopping at the elastic of your underwear.
“You wear this for me?”
You nod.
“Oh good.”
You don’t think you’ve heard him this quiet ever. He’s all whispers and heavy stares, that finger tip that’s inching into your underwear making your heart rocket into your throat. You wrap your hand around his and pull him so he has to kneel on the bed too, inch his finger down further.
“Eddie?”
“Hm?” It rumbles in his chest. You snake both arms up to wrap around his neck and bring him in to ghost your lips over his.
“Touch me. Please.”
Of course he has silk pillowcases, you think to yourself when the side of your face is pressed into them. The cool material is slick against your hot cheek, Eddie’s big hand laying between your shoulder blades. He isn’t pushing you down into the mattress but the suggestion is there.
Stay.
You’ve ended up in the middle of his bed bent in half with him kneeling behind you, gentle hand pulling your knees apart. You’re blushing for a thousand and one reasons, mainly because you’ve never played this little game before. At first you’d tried to hide your face and he’d tutted at you, gently prying your forearm away. Now you’re just trying not to grip the pillow too hard, only partially conscious of your new nails.
“Eddie.” Your muffled whine gets his attention and he leans forward, puts a little pressure on your back. Your eyes roll.
“You okay?” His voice is dark next you, quiet and gravely and you clench around nothing, he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet. A garbled ‘uh huh’ gets past your lips and you can hear him grin, the bastard.
He slides your underwear over your ass and down, tossing them into some corner of the room, swings his knee over your calf and knocks your leg out to side some more. Your hips drop and he sighs, his right hand coming to slide up the back of your thigh, gripping at the soft skin and over the swell of your ass.
“I’ve been waiting months for this.” A low laugh, how can he laugh at a time like this. You try to sit up a bit, to give him an incredulous look but he holds you down. You don’t mean to let out the moan you’ve been holding in, but he knocks it out of you. Laughs. Again.
“You didn’t have to wait months.” Muffled again by the pillow.
“We were having fun. You’re a good chase.” He gives your ass a light tap and then grabs the flesh hard. You arch your back into his touch and he immediately lets go to graze his fingertips over your slit, dipping in between your folds.
“Jesus your so wet,” he huffs through his nose, “this for me too?”
Of course it is. You’ve been wet for him since he picked you up in his stupid truck, looking too good in his stupid jeans and big hoodie. Since he grabbed your thigh and asked about your god damn toes.Since the couch and his weird giggle.
You’d like to be a smart ass and list off all the ways he’s driven you crazy just that day, but instead you just whimper.
“Hmm?” He dips a finger down to circle your clit agonizingly slow. It sends a burning jolt through you and you cant your hips back to chase his touch.
“Yes, oh my god!” It comes from deep in your chest, voice low and full of want. Every time he’s come in to visit you, hanging over the partition to joke and flirt at you. His little touches at the bar, a hand always lingering on your lower back or fingertips dragging over a knee. That drunk kiss in the parking lot of the bar a week ago.
All you’ve done is want for months now. You’re about to bully your way into sitting up when he leans down and places a wet kiss on your shoulder. Drags the hand there down to your lower back, still splayed wide and warm. It makes you pause and he uses that minor distraction to easily slide two fingers deep in your cunt.
It punches the air out of any argument you were trying to start, hands searching for something to grip. One finds his thigh and he still has his god damn jeans on?
The slow drag of his fingertips inside you makes your mouth hang open. They’re big and you’ve been worked up since you woke up this morning so it just feels too good.
Actually that’s a lie, you’ve been worked up since that first day he walked into the cafe with Jeff, all jokes and pretty eyes and no idea if he even liked coffee. Some dumb espresso joke later and you’d been stupid for him.
Kind of like now, with one of his hands holding your back in an arch while his other moves at a torturous pace in and out, the wet sound of you sinful in the space of his room.
“Do you know many times I thought about inviting you back here after the bar?” You roll your head back and forth, hiding your face under your hair.
“Every time I gave you a ride I thought about it.” He enunciates his line with a particularly deep prod of his fingers, bringing his thumb to circle your clit again. “Coulda just bent you over my lap and shoved my fingers in, huh?” You clench down, files that little thought away for later. He gets his free arm up under your chest so he can hold you to him. Lays his weight against your back when he picks up the pace of his fingers and the strangled cry coming from you makes him even harder in his jeans. He peppers kisses along your shoulders, noses your hair out of the way so he can nip at the back of your neck. When he licks a stripe up to your ear he feels your strings cut, the chanting of his name sounding like music.
“I gotcha baby. You gonna come for me?”
You’re nodding, whining his name, breath hitching in your chest. Between his thumb tracing hard and his fingers dragging against that sweet spot inside your eyes water and you grab at the back of his head, nails digging into his curls. The feeling building low is white hot where it creeps down and makes your legs shake. Pinned down under him you try to chase his hand with your hips, looking for that edge of relief and it’s just out of reach until it’s not.
His chin is hooked over your shoulder so he can mouth at the side of your face while you go rigid under him. He’s still moving his fingers while you spasm around him and jesus christ he can’t wait to fuck you, plain and simple.
“Breath baby, come on.” He whispers into your ear when he realizes you’ve been holding your breath. You let out a low groan that turns stuttering when he doesn’t relent with his thumb on your clit.
“Eddie I can’t- too much!”
He ‘aww’s’ at you playfully but slows down his hand, only pulling out when you’ve regained some kind of normal breathing. Cuddled up behind you, face still close to yours where your breath fans over his cheek he leaves a wet kiss on yours and the toothy smile he sees in the waning light makes him feel warm.
“Knew you’d be worth the wait.”
You slap his arm as he rolls off the bed to stand. The clink of his belt buckle makes you turn your head against the pillow to stare at him. His eyes don’t leave yours while he undoes the button and fly to push them down off his hips. He leaves his boxers on and before he can climb back on the bed you sit up in front of him, hug his thighs with your knees. From here you can look up at him and map the tattoos across his chest and over his shoulders down to his fingers. It’s past sunset now and the purple fading light does nothing but make his pale skin glow under all that dark ink. You pull his own move on him from earlier, tracing the tip of your nail up the back of his thigh. He shivers, leg jumping and when you firmly run both of your palms under the edge of his boxers he smiles down at you.
“Tryin’ t’get fresh?”
“Maybe.” Sucking in your bottom lip to bite at it, you bring one hand around and run it down the flat plane of his stomach to the band of his underwear.
“Can I?” A whisper and his eyes go half lidded, pupils dark and wide under his lashes. An almost too quiet ‘yeah’ and you tug the fabric down to free him.
You must be making a face because he chuckles and runs a finger down your jaw. When you look back up at his face you grip the base of his dick and he hisses low, run your hand up the length of him to watch his head loll back. He’s big, thick and flushed red, the fat head of his cock hot against your palm. Damn near salivating you run the flat of your tongue up the underside of him, to the tip before fully wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks. Eddie is making a lot of noises you’ve never heard before, one’s that you want him to keep making but only after a few bobs of your head and hand he’s gently pulling your head back where’s he’s laced his fingers in your hair.
“If you don’t want this to be over in five seconds, I’d suggest we stop that.”
“You get too excited?” Frowning at him you make a move to grab him again he crowds you instead, makes you crawl back towards the middle of the bed. He shuffles across to settle between your propped up knees and tosses a wrapper on your stomach.
“How romantic Munson.”
“You wanna touch my cock so bad, you put it on.” His forwardness shuts you up. You tear the wrapper open in a rush, grab him again and give his dick a few tugs before rolling the condom down. His thumbs rub little soothing circles on your knees until you pull your hand away and he’s hauling your legs up to wrap around his waist. Pulls you to him with hands in the crook of your knees and he’s cradled in your hips, rocking his own forward to rub the tip of his cock along your folds. Catches it on your sensitive clit and you yelp. His frown is mocking yours from a moment ago, tilts his hips and does it again.
“Aw, honey is that too much?”
“Eddie I swear to god I’ll-“
“You’ll what?” He pulls back enough to line up, gives you one last chance to say something before he eases in. Slow drag until he’s fully seated against you and you both moan in unison. “That’s what I thought.” Your warm around him everywhere; thighs hugging his hips, hands running up his chest.
“Jesus Christ you feel amazing.”
The fluttering of your walls around his cock is doing nothing for his stamina, coming to terms with himself that this might not last long.
That’s fine, you weren’t leaving tonight.
The look on your face, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open, makes him roll his hips to watch you squirm. He starts a slow rhythm, grabbing the cups of your bra and pulling down to let your tits free. When he pinches one between his knuckles you keen and arch your back. He does it again to hear that high sound and he picks up his pace, drilling deeper and making you chant his name again.
“I can’t believe I waited this long for you baby, you feel so fucking good for me.” He pulls your legs from around him to push them up towards your chest, canting your hips with them to get at you deeper.
“Eddie Eddie Eddie.” It’s high pitched and whiney and music to his ears. He can feel you pulsing around him like you were earlier. Props one of your legs on his shoulder to get his hand between the two of you to rub fast circles over your swollen clit.
“You gonna come again?”
“Yes fuck, please don’t stop Eddie!”
His hips snap against your ass and with every push your letting out a stuttering moan. Watching your lips form around his name, panting and pawing at your own chest, your hand around the back of his neck and long nails scratching against the sensitive skin brings everything to a pinpoint. His hips begin to stutter when you clench around him, your no slick coating your thighs and his fingers and his cock and it’s all it takes for him to bury himself deep.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” He’s muttering, slowing his movement and rocking the two of you through the aftershocks, running a soothing hand up your leg still on his shoulder.
“Come here.” Hands splayed to beckon him, cheeks pink and flushed, hair stuck to your sweaty forehead he thinks he might be falling in love after all these months. He’ll keep that to himself for now. Instead he pulls out and discards the condom over the side of the bed. Drops his weight on you, a huff from you and a smile pushed against your chest from him. The light touches from the tips of your nails make goosebumps pop up along his back where you gently rake your nails.
It’s a while before either of you move and it’s only to get under the covers when the cooling sweat makes you cold. Eddie holds the corner up to help you get situated but holds out a hand when you try to tuck your feet in.
“Hold on, hold on.” He snatches one of your feet to bring up closer to his face, making you bend weird and squeal. It tickles but he won’t let go, looking at your toes the way he did your nails earlier.
“Eddie, seriously!”
“I knew they were pretty.” He places a light kiss on the outside arch of your foot and you wrinkle your nose. It tickles and it’s cute and his hand is warm on your cold foot. He only lets go to run a hand up the back of your calf to pull you under the covers where he drapes himself over you, hair curtaining and smothering you in him.
In the middle of the night, after Jeff comes home and deftly ignores the scene left in the living room and you’ve gotten up to use the bathroom and rinse your mouth out you cuddle back up to Eddie’s side and wait for him to turn his head and look at you.
“Hey, you wanna call in sick Sunday?”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, you can be my plus one for the wedding.”
“Cutting it a little close, no?”
“It’s my aunt, she won’t care.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“Then we can get you one tomorrow.”
“It’s a date.”
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Hazbin Hotel characters as John Mulaney quotes part 4:
(Part 1 2 3)
Vaggie: I am very small and I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.
Husk: I could never dress goth, and don't get me wrong; I'm unhappy. It's not that. It's just that if you're a goth person, every single day you have to put on like, new makeup, and nail polish, and Satan stars. Like I bet you part of the reason goths are so miserable is they wake up every morning and think, "Oh god, I gotta put all that shit back on. Why did I join?"
About Adam: He was kind of moving around the whole time, you know he was like: “Alright! I am too blessed to be stressed! Let’s do it. What are you allergic to? Besides work!”
About Vox: But sometimes he would be gay.
Alastor: I’ll take your advice friend I’ve never listened to before.
Angel: People always ask us… are you gonna have kids. And we say “No.” And then they go “never?! You’re never gonna have kids?” Look I don’t know never. 14 years ago I smoked cocaine before my college graduation. Now I’m scared to get a flu shot. People change.
Lucifer: They go, “No! In fact we’re gonna frame you for murder! And you’re gonna go to jail for 30 years!” And I go, “Why are you doing this to me?!”And they go, “Because we’re Delta Airlines, and life is a fucking nightmare.”
Niffty: And without looking up at me my dad just said, “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.”
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Steddie Notes BONUS PART
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)
Eddie wakes up to an empty bed. He’s a little surprised, honestly, since he had his heart set on first anniversary morning sex. Though, based on the smells wafting through their apartment, Steve’s making breakfast, which is an acceptable alternative (plus, if he has it his way, they aren’t leaving the bed again today).
The digital alarm clock on his bedside table is obscured by a Composition Book he doesn’t remember bringing to bed. He reaches for it before his brain registers the red ink dragon sketched on the cover. His hands tremble as he flips it open, but the first few pages are written in his own scrawl. Steve’s handwriting doesn’t appear until 10 pages in and Eddie’s heart stutters at the sight.
March 28, 1986
God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. So, so fucking sorry. I can’t— I’m sorry. I should have been there, I should’ve protected you, I should’ve kept you safe.
You wouldn’t be part of this if it weren’t for me. Robin and Dustin keep telling me that's not true, that Chrissy was already cursed but. Robin is here because of me. Erica-fucking Sinclair is here because of me. And now you. And you’re dying. And it’s my fault.
I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I can’t just sit and wait, I’d lose my mind. Anyway. You left this notebook in my trunk, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m using it.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life, Eds.
Please don’t die on me. I can’t live in this world without you.
March 29, 1986
Hey Eds
You made it through the night. I can’t fucking believe it. I ripped Robin’s shirt when the doctor came in to tell us that you were out of surgery and stable, and then he dropped the bomb that your chance of surviving the night was 40%. Forty-fucking-percent. I guess you beat the odds, babylove.
I’m with Uncle Wayne at your bedside. He threw a fit to make sure I could be here whenever I wanted, and that everyone could visit.
You’ve missed some wild shit, Munson, you’re going to be so mad when you wake up.
Come back to me, sweet boy. I can’t take this.
March 30, 1986
Made it through a second night, babe.
I hope you wake up soon.
Miss you like crazy.
I keep looking at you in this hospital bed, and you look so fucking small. I hate it. You’re the loudest voice in the room. You don’t just take up space, you demand it. It’s killing me that I haven’t heard your voice in days. And my brain, it keeps filling in things you would say, and I wait for you to speak up, but of course you don’t. It’s a kick to the balls every single time.
The thing is.
The thing is that I need you to wake up, Eddie. You can’t leave me. I made up my mind a long time ago, we’re spending our lives together. And it can’t fucking end now. It can’t end because of this.
And I need you to open your goddamn beautiful eyes so I can tell you how much I love you. You don’t get to go before you hear me say it, do you understand?
I love you. You’re it for me. I’ve never wanted a forever as much as I want one with you. So, you have to wake up, yeah? You have to wake up so we can grow up, have a family, have a life together.
Promise you won’t leave me, Eds.
March 31, 1986
You woke up, you motherfucker. The doctors kicked me out to look you over and I cried so hard in the bathroom that Robin made El break down the door with her powers.
Thank you for coming back. I won’t ever let you go again.
April 7, 1987
I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m giving this to you, babylove. It’s been a year. Look how far we’ve come.
✏️✏️✏️✏️
September 18, 2015
It’s way too fucking early for Eddie to even be awake and he has the day off. Steve asked him to take vacation months ago, didn’t say why, and now that fucker has the audacity to not even be in the house. And like, sure, they’ve been together for close to thirty years, and Eddie knows that Steve goes for a run at the ass crack of dawn.
Still pisses him off, though.
Eddie huffs down to the kitchen to get coffee started, doing a double take when he sees a familiar black Composition Book with red dragon on the cover.
He walks towards it slowly because this has been framed on the wall since their first anniversary, way back in ’87, and Steve isn’t home.
Eddie opens it, re-reads the panicked, lovesick notes Steve wrote in the hospital, doesn't bother to fight back the tears. He gets to the last letter and the paper is stiff and wrinkled, like it took water damage. Eddie flips the page, grief already pumping through his veins.
What he sees instead is college-ruled notebook paper, glued in place. It reads:
“I fucking hate this class.”
“Tell me about it.”
“trig. You?”
“Algebra 2 :(”
A sound escapes his mouth, something between a laugh and a sob.
“Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me...”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of beautiful, Munson?”
“Watch. The. Movie. This is the last time we get high first if this is how you behave.”
“What are you gonna win me at the fair, Harrington?”
“If you’re nice to me, probably something cute.”
“Eddie…I think I really like you
You’re my favorite person in the entire world
Some days you’re the only thing I can think about
I want to wake up in bed with you everyday
I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you
Do you like me? Yes or No”
“What are you doing about Hellfire?”
“Huh?”
“If the game is Friday. Lucas can’t do both.”
“He made his choice.”
“You ever been in love?”
No, but I think I’m falling”
“I love you, Eddie”
All the sketches of the sailor boy and the rockstar are there, even the one Eddie stuck to the poster in his room, though how Steve managed to get that is anyone’s guess.
There are pictures too, Eddie and Max still recuperating in the hospital; Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout; them holding the keys to the bar, Steve shirtless and hammering something while Eddie looks on, with the increasingly popular bands Eddie booked to play their must-see Friday night slots; Steve on his first day of college and one of him jumping into Eddie’s arms in his graduation gown, mortar board slipping off his head; In the hospital cradling their twin girls with Max giving a weary thumbs-up between them. Shot after shot of their family, their life, their dreams coming true. A scrapbook of their lives together, big moments and small; good and bad.
Eddie’s crying freely as he flips through the rest of the book, still fucking astounded that Steve is the love of his life, that they’re making a forever together.
Eddie flips to the last page. Stops dead.
In Steve’s looped handwriting, unchanged since high school, it says:
“Eddie,
Will you marry me?”
“What the fuck?” He yelps, standing up fast enough that his chair crashes to the floor.
He turns and Steve— his reason for being, the man that brought him back from the dead—Steve Harrington, is down on one knee, something silver glinting in his outstretched hand.
“Eddie,” he says, his voice a wreck. “Marry me?”
Eddie crashes to his knees, shoving at Steve’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”
Steve laughs. “Is that a yes?”
Eddie laughs too, but it quickly morphs into a sob, “Of course it’s a yes, Steve. Of course.”
Hands trembling, Steve slips the ring onto Eddie’s hand. It’s a thin silver band with skeletal hands contorted into an infinity symbol.
They fall into a kiss that rips the breath from Eddie’s lungs, but then that’s nothing new. When they finally pull apart Eddie asks, “why today?”
Steve blushes and grabs at the back of his neck. “Thirty-one years ago, I walked into Mundy’s class and found a note on the window ledge.”
“What the fuck.” Eddie’s mouth drops, his heart stuttering. This man.
“Once I figured out you leaving that note was going to be one of the most important moments of my life? I made sure to never forget.”
“Baby.” Eddie pulls Steve in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
Steve tugs at Eddie’s hand. “C’mon.”
“Where we going?”
“The girls will be here in a couple hours, and I have some things I want to do to you before they’re home.”
“The GIRLS?” Eddie shrieks. “How the hell long have you been planning this? Did they KNOW?”
“Since the end of June,” Steve answers without missing a beat. “And of course they know. Everyone knows. I asked Wayne for his blessing.”
Eddie can’t speak, his heart crashing in his chest as he, once again, thanks whatever entity made it possible for him to have this.
“I’ve been in love with you for over half my life, Eds. I wanted to do this right. You deserve it. We deserve it.”
He pulls Steve into his arms, kissing him hard enough that their teeth clack, but neither of them care.
✏️✏️✏️✏️
When they come home from dinner, as Steve reaches in his pocket for his keys to let the entire family in the house to celebrate their engagement, he finds a gum wrapper tucked in with the metal. He unfolds it, the words within unfurling in his heart, his soul.
"Thank you for giving me forever, sweetheart."
Edited: check out the full version on ao3!
This is officially the end! I hope you enjoyed this little (long) bonus part. Thanks for reading! 💜💜💜
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COD Headcanons!!
Pt 2 b/c you guys loved these sm
Relationship hcs!!
Price:
Good chef, GREAT at bbq
Taps his phone screen too hard and squints at it
Googled “Pegging” because Soap told him to
Regrets it dearly
“I’m just going to rest my eyes” and falls into comatose for 8-10 years
Was the best man at Laswell’s wedding and still cries today thinking about it
Does the dad-sneeze thing
Supporter of small businesses
Vanilla > chocolate ice cream will get into a heated argument over this
Will put on a 19th-century oil tycoon accent when asking questions about technology to make light of the situation
This started when he didn’t know how to change the wallpaper on his iPhone
Laswell does an incredible impression of his impression
Crazy emetophobia
HOLIDAY DAD! Absolutely shite with gifts but will wake up at 3 am to set up everything and give you a good holiday
Very comfortable in his masculinity from raising two daughters, made sure to teach himself how to raise them to be smart and safe, and actively does his best to keep himself in check and support the women in his life
Ultimate straight ally
His oldest, 15, made him and her little sister go to pride and he voluntarily wore a shirt that said “free dad hugs”
Gaz:
Got Price to say “Girl trust you will be dealt with” and had to get Soap to punch him so he could breathe again
Fluent in French!
Bisexual w/ a preference for women
Needs two triple-shot espressos every morning
Hates oat milk; thinks it's grainy
Is lactose intolerant though
But he’s not the shit-your-brains-out lactose intolerant, he’s the wallow-in-pain-on-the-bathroom-floor-for-eighty-minutes lactose intolerant
Turkey hater. Not the animal, the food. Thinks it’s dry and flavorless
Okayish cook, phenomenal baker.
Will leave baked goods in the sergeant's/lieutenant's and captain's offices/breakrooms and act surprised when he sees the plate of freshly baked brownies
Tried smoking weed, hated it.
Middle child of an older sister and a younger brother
Didn’t like The Office
Soap:
Can make balloon animals out of anything balloon-like (condoms included)
Has a TikTok, makes TikTok references
Loves cats and dogs equally, but had only dogs growing up so he’s not really sure how to deal with cats
In a constant state of "trying his best"
Dick stick-n-poke tattoo on his calf
30-minute night routine
Double exfoliates
Disgusted at Ghost’s hygiene
Loves the holidays; this man goes fucking insane for Christmas lights and his house is the biggest source of light pollution in the entirety of the UK
RELIGIOUSLY a supporter of small businesses. Loves little family-run stores and buys local produce/groceries all the time
Highlighter kid in grade school
Blamed a fart on Gaz and asked him if he was feeling “Gazzy” (Garrick smacked the shit out of him)
Makes gagging noises over comms to fuck with Price
Knows what kinning is, kins Rainbow Dash
ADHD
Coffee does the opposite for him; he’ll be bouncing off the walls and you’ll hand him a double shot espresso and he’s calm as all fuck
GREAT AT READING SOCIAL CUES THOUGH
Really knows how to read body language and will step back if anyone gets uncomfortable
Youngest of 3 brothers and one older sister (she’s second to oldest amongst his siblings)
König:
Will literally sit at home in full tactical gear
Chess master
Loves horror movies but gets super scared
Likes Scrabble
Bug kid!!!!!
Hates birds. No one knows why.
Doesn’t drink, prefers virgin versions of alcohol
Drunk König is a sad König
Wore headgear because of his teeth when he was in middle school
Favorite color is yellow but does love green!
Will accidentally man-handle people because he forgets his strength
Always so terribly sorry about it
Ghost:
Has had his license revoked an uncountable number of times (currently does not have a license)
Drives
No rizz
Horrifyingly good aim with anything and everything. Will chuck trash across the house and somehow land it in the bin
Will lean his head down slightly if someone he respects (and is shorter than him) is talking
One of those dog people that’s like “I fucking hate cats.” And then you find them napping together, and he’s carrying the cat in the hood of his jacket, and he sneaking them treats, and he’s talking to them in a baby voice…
Wins staring contests, always
Knows his staring is bad, but doesn’t really do anything to change it
Speaking of which, he’s got a horrible German stare (google it)
Spaces out and sways side to side slightly, unaware that he’s been glaring lasers into an unsuspecting private for like a solid forty seconds.
Doesn’t know what kinning is but would kin Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes
Likes sensory toys but will never buy one because he thinks they’re too obvious.
Really wants a sensory slug
Definitely the jealous type but will not say a single fucking word
Soft spot for animals and young children
Likes drinking for a buzz, but will easily stop himself. He doesn’t like being unaware of his surroundings
Edibles > mass amounts of alcohol
Little fidgeting -> rubbing his thumb across the side of his index finger, squeezing his hands, twitching his feet but not enough to tap them, playing with the hems of stuff
Mirrors in his house are covered/removed
Wants a pet but won’t get one because he doesn’t like the idea of something relying on him, only to abandon them or discard them. He’s away for work often so it’s not like they would be taken care of
Doesn’t actively seek partners because he doesn’t think he’s worth it
Behind the confident, stoic attitude, he’s a man who doesn’t value himself and therefore, if he does have feelings for anyone, doesn’t put in the effort to pursue them or he tries to kill the warm feelings in him.
Better to be alone than to hurt someone he cares about
Graves:
Screams at Football (US) games
Thinks he can out-grill Price; cannot.
Lost his kids in the divorce
Thinks no-sock loafers are the way to go
Doesn’t wear socks that much, actually
Can’t handle spice
Mint n’ chip ice cream kinda guy
Fav beer is Natty Lit
Likes egg salad
Dog guy
Divorced twice, btw
“But if the roles were reversed…”
Doesn’t have a problem with climate change, and thinks that the weather is getting nicer so, if anything, the climate is just getting better
Uses Crest toothpaste
Left-handed and makes a big deal out of it
Gets really up in the ass about calling soccer “football” (not ironically)
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KylianXReader Smut
Where Reader is married to Kylian and he has been coming home late, causing a heated argument between the two that ends up in SMUT.
Hi guys how are you ? i've never written a smut before, here's my first smut from kylian, which is also a request from a follower. It's simple… but I hope you like it. Constructive criticism is always welcome too <3
make requests!! xoxo and stay with god <3
ps: english is not my first language ;)
I have been married to Kylian for just over 2 years, but I feel like our marriage is going downhill by the day. A few months ago Kylian started coming home late, always with a lame excuse.
And today is another one of those days.
I wake up, run my hand over the sheets and feel the empty space. Again…this has become a daily routine for me.
I take my cell phone and look at the time, it's just over 1:30 in the morning. Again kylian will be late.
I wake up quickly and
a mix of emotions take over my body, anger and disappointment. these are the feelings that most describe me right now! Just thinking that kylian might be out there making out with another bitch makes my blood boil. As Beyoncé's Hold Up song says, I don't know what's worse looking jealous or crazy.
I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down, and wait for Kylian to get home and have a serious talk with him. Today he doesn't escape me, I'm tired of being the silent wife who swallows all his lame excuses.
Today this little story of his will end once and for all!!
I go back to bed just waiting for Kylian to arrive, which doesn't take long to happen.
I hear keys jingle downstairs. He arrived.
I hear your footsteps going up the stairs.
I'm going to pretend I'm sleeping to see his sly face.
Soon the door opens, he's wearing a long-sleeved Dior shirt, sweatpants and white sneakers. Very cool for someone who would only go to a 'fraternization' of team.
He looks at me, then turns his back to get out of his clothes and into something more comfortable.
soon he goes to the balcony as he usually does every night, enjoying the parisian night .
I give a slight cough and then kylian turns immediately, landing her eyes on me:
_did i wake you up mon amour? Sorry!
_ you wake me up every week kylian, with your PSG fraternizations or whatever other shit you insist on coming up with.
_what ? What are y/n talking about?
_ Don't make a fool of yourself kylian, I'm not an idiot, I'm fed up with your lies and you getting home every day at dawn, you don't even pay attention to me anymore kylian!
_ y/n stop raving, you know very well that I work in one of the biggest clubs in the world and not to mention that I'm a member of it, so it's to be expected that I have more work than usual.
_ it works? So you call parties and work meetings? This isn't the first time kylian, you've been doing this for months and I've been quiet just watching, but enough! _ I say screaming and without more patience. Continuous:
_say screaming and without any more patience. Continuous:
_I want the truth, do you have a lover or what? It is better to speak once and for all!
_what ? says kylian horrified
_y/n you are completely crazy, you married me knowing who I am and what my life as an athlete would be like, I'm arriving late because of club meetings because of the new Champions League season, and get-togethers are part of that, I can't just ignore it them or leave them aside, I've already called you for most of them, you who never wanted to come, I'm not going to stop my life because of your whims! Says kylian also changing her voice.
_ It's always the same crap, the typical cheating man who blames his wife for his shitty mistakes. Fuck Kylian! I say screaming, I can't take it anymore with so much anger.
that moment kylian's gaze darkens looking at me for a few seconds a shiver goes up my spine as he approaches me holding my arm tightly to the bedroom
_ Let go of me, let go of me! I say trying to free myself from Kylian's grip
He turns me around sharply, now gripping my waist tightly.
_ Respect me y/n!
Kylian says in a serious and angry voice when her eyes now filled with pure lust land on my body that is in a pink silk nightgown.
I notice a bulge growing in his pants which turns me on.
_Now you're going to pay me for your filthy little mouth and your lack of trust in me you little bitch.
He takes me to the bed and gets on top of me. Kylian starts to suck my neck which I'm sure will leave the purple mark afterwards. He lowers his hand to my panties, pulling them away and putting two fingers inside my pussy
_Isn't it attention you want? That's what I'm going to give you, but then don't complain if you can't walk tomorrow_ says kylian pushing her fingers inside me.
_ so wet for me, hot _ he makes back and forth movements slowly with his fingers making me moan his name
_kyliannn please
_please what a naughty bitch?
_ faster kyky
_ I want you to come on my fingers, ma belle
he sticks his fingers in my center hitting my g-spot
my mind goes blank and I start seeing stars, I can't feel my body anymore
_Vou cum kyky! I say before I melt in your fingers I come in your fingers. He withdraws his fingers, placing them in his mouth with my liquid.
_Delicious
He takes off my panties and pulls down his sweats along with his boxers, revealing his big, thick cock.
I may have been married for 2 years to Kylian, but I still haven't gotten used to her size
_ of four now!! My legs were still shaking from the orgasm I just had.
he orders and I immediately do what he says getting on all fours on the bed.
He places his tip at my entrance making me gasp again.
he pushes his length at once making back and forth movements slowly making me adapt to his great length making me moan
_so tight my doll
_Kylian! I moaned loudly closing my eyes as he increases the thrusts he holds my face
_look at me ma belle he pulls my hair making me look at him. I look at kylian who is looking into my eyes as he starts increasing the beats on me he holds my breasts squeezing really hard
_says you're only mine and that tight pussy too
_ I'm just yours Kylian, my body is all yours! I speak weakly, the words barely making it out of my mouth.
_ Now be the good little bitch you are and cum on my dick
_keep moaning until I feel like I'm going to
_I to cum kylian...
as soon as I speak, immediately another orgasm hits me deliberately around Kylian's cock.
my body goes limp but kylian keeps pushing deep and then releases his cum deep inside me and stays there for a few seconds before pulling out of me
Then he kisses me, a long passionate kiss:
_ je t'aime mon amour !
_I love you too Kylian! I say looking into your eyes
_I could never betray you y/n you are the only woman in my life, I only have eyes for you… you are the woman of my life y/n, I want to have children with you, you are my safe haven. I'm sorry I haven't paid attention to you lately and I made these mistakes with you I promise to be a better husband y/n I love you ma belle
_ It's okay, I forgive you… I love you too Kylian
He kisses me again sweet and slow
i really love him…
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formula 1 | [2] | across the spiderverse
In which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.
love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you
Part 1 here !!
Unlike every other day in summer vacation, you didn’t wake up with the usual carelessness you wore as you stretched your sore body. Instead, you felt a bit cautious and scared, not going with your usual lazy stretch but just staring at the TLC poster that was plastered on your wall.
You just challenged a gang leader yesterday. The adrenaline wore off and you felt your stomach drop once you realized.
What if he hurts Rio and Jeff? What if he hurts Miles?
Everything felt weird in general and you felt on edge. Like you were-
“WAKE UP Y/N!!” Miles barged into your room and went over to grab a random pillow to hit you but got distracted by his Tamagotchi and went to feed his pet.
“Miles…” Your usually cheery morning voice was replaced with something more of a croak, making Miles look at you with concern.
“Sis…Are you okay?” Miles placed his pet on your desk and went over to hug you. “Your dumbass really got yourself into this huh?”
You pushed him off and let out a dry laugh, “I don’t know Miles, I’m just…scared. I just wanted to look out for you.”
He gave you a sad look and sat on your bed, “You’ll be fine and I can help you, I’m grown up now, man. Let me deal with whatever shit I get myself into-”
You narrowed your eyes at Miles, “Even though I’m in shit with your boss doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you deal with messes by yourself.”
Miles laughed and sighed, “So now that you know…Do you think you could help me and my car right now?”
“Hmmm, not a chance,”
“Oh, whatever!”
………
You called Aaron and told him that you were going to be late and walked to the bodega you went into yesterday with Hobie and Miles. You opened the door and were greeted with the familiar jingle and the shop owner greeting you.
“Que tal, Señora! Buenos dias.” you smiled, waving at her, and grabbed some granola bars and a can of an energy drink to keep you awake.
As you walked to Aaron’s, your eyebrows furrowed at what you saw; a shiny red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the auto shop. The owner must be an idiot to leave that gorgeous car alone.
You lazily walked through the garage and yawned as you took a bite of your granola bar. “What’s up, man?”
Aaron’s head poked out from the door connecting the garage to the shop. “We have an important client today. I’m sure you saw that gorgeous car so be extra polite today, Y/N! We could get in a good word from this guy.”
Your eyes widened and you smiled. “I gotcha! What does the guy want?”
“Meh, just a tune-up but it’s a nice car so be careful! He wants it done by 6 so make it quick but nice. Imma go get some drinks from the corner shop so I’ll see ya in a bit.”
You laughed, “Don’t kiss his ass when you see him though!”
“Mhm,” He grumbled and took his wallet as he dashed through the door. Aaron then came back and threw the keys at you, “Drive it in here and-”
“Be careful! I know,” you said, rolling your eyes and laughing.
You were then alone with the keys in the empty auto shop and felt giddy. That car was fucking beautiful. You felt more excited when you were behind the wheel, driving it in, and felt nervous with the leather wheel brushing at your fingertips.
“Damn.”
You got working and lifted the hood, inspecting the engine and working on it. Aaron came a few minutes later with some Coke to drink and you finished right before 6.
5:30 to be exact.
“Yo, Unc! I’m finished,” you said, throwing the keys at him and wiping the oil from your face.
“Thanks, man! ‘Preciate it,”
You smiled smugly and crossed your arms with pride, “It’s great and I’m gonna add a sugar cookie air freshener!”
Aaron laughed, “The guy’s outside so once you get it, greet the guy, alright?
“Yeah yeah fine!”
You walked into the front of the shop where there was a wall of air fresheners and you started skimming for one.
Once you picked one, you felt your shoulder feel heavier as someone tapped you and placed their hand on your shoulder.
“So this is where you work huh?”
Oh fuck.
Miguel stood there behind you in all his glory.
“Why are you here?” you said, placing your hands on your hips.
He smirked and wiped his top lip with his Bulls jersey.
“Why would I not be here, mami? That’s my car you’re fixing.”
His smirk changed into a smug expression as he noticed how your face shifted to one of horror.
“Whatcha got there?” he leaned forward and pointed at your hand.
“N-Nothing,” you put the freshener in your pocket and pointed to the door leading to the garage. “Your car’s ready.” You sure as hell weren’t going to waste a sugar cookie air freshener on his stupid ass.
Miguel started walking towards the entrance of the garage and leaned on the wall.
Aaron shined the roof of the car and he jumped up in Miguel’s presence.
“Hi, Mr. O’Hara. Your car is ready!” Aaron smiled. Miguel smiled and smirked evilly back at you and your upset face. “Gracias, mami. I expect to see you tonight.”
WHAT THE FUCKKKK
You could help but feel your face turn red which made him smile even more.
Miguel went over to his car and patted Aaron on the shoulder, giving him a fat stack of 50-dollar bills, “Thank you. Here’s a tip along with the cost. I’m sure I’ll be coming here again for the great service.”
He gazed at you as he said “Great service”. At this point, you felt your face was as hot as the fucking sun.
He looked fine as hell, you couldn’t lie on that. His tan muscles were glistening with the sunset as the tattoo etched on his skin was more evident, making it more beautiful than before when you first met him. His gold chain was sparking all over, the diamonds looking like stars, just like his red ey-
“Y/N, you good?” Aaron tried waving his hand in your face. Your dozed-off expression earned a chuckle from Miguel and you could dig a hole and die.
“I’m gonna go but thanks, Davis. I appreciate it,” Miguel said before going into his car, winking at you, and driving off.
Aaron turned to you and jumped up in glee, “This calls for a celebration! Y/N, I could pay off my debt with this and still get myself something nice.”
Aaron’s giddiness filled up the room until you noticed Miles on the side of the garage door, motioning for you to come out.
“Hey Unc, Imma have to give you a rain check on that celebration. I have to go, man”
His face turned sympathetic and nodded, “I get it. You’re tired? Go get some rest, I’ll see you on Monday.”
You smiled and gave him a hug before grabbing your canvas bag and leaving from the front doors where Miles was already there with Hobie.
“What’s up, Y/N,” Hobie said, dabbing you up before Miles did too.
“Let’s bounce”
You, Miles, and Hobie started walking toward the warehouse before reaching the gate and being met by a girl.
“Hey Morales, what’s up?”
She had blue eyes, blonde hair with pink tips, a side of it shaved, and freckles. She wore a green bomber jacket and black pants with Vans? You couldn’t tell but you could tell she was close with Miles by the way she looked at him.
Hobie nudged at you and whispered, “Look at those two lovebirds.”
She took her focus off of Miles and looked at you two blankly, “Oh hey Hobie. Hi I-Don’t-Know-You”
You raised your eyebrow at her and looked at Miles who felt your sharp glare and spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N this is Gwen, my uh- friend! Gwen, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my cousin!” he said nervously.
She just waved and you felt your expression drop. Oh?
“We have a race today and Miguel wants you to race, Hobie”
“Miguel coulda told me? But alright…And speak of the bloody devil.” He looked beside Gwen to see Miguel walking towards you guys.
He changed out of his jersey into a simple white t-shirt. He smirked once you two locked eyes for a second.
“So you came, Y/L/N? Nice to see you,” he smiled. It was scary due to his intimidating nature.
You took a deep breath and shrugged, “Well of course I have to come on my first day of the job so I’m here.”
He raised his eyebrow in surprise and nodded, “Good to know, and Hobie? You’re racing today.”
Gwen sneered at Hobie and laughed, “Ha! Told you so.”
Hobie rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles, “Oh whatever.”
He and Gwen started walking and followed Miguel in the warehouse. Miles looked up to you with his eyes wide, “So you’re our new mechanic now?!”
You smiled and shrugged, “I guess? But this is just an opportunity, y’know?” Miles nodded and smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”
You walked into the colorful warehouse and saw all the beautiful cars, getting ready to go race.
The group stopped where Hobie’s car was; a Jaguar XJR-15 in an electric navy blue.
“You don’t need to do anything, Y/N. It’s still pretty fast and I drove it yesterday so we’re good.”
Before you could say anything, a guy popped out of the car and stretched.
“When are you gonna stop lying, Hobie? I used my amazing mechanic skills and fixed it yesterday.”
He turned around, sighed dramatically, and froze once he saw you.
“Oh you’re new.”
You laughed awkwardly and waved, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”
He yawned loudly and leaned against the car, “I’m Pavitr, probably the BEST mechanic in this place but-“
Gwen rolled her eyes and interrupted him, “Right.”
Miguel frowned and glared at the two, “Shut the shock up right now. Hobie, get in the car”
Hobie saluted to Miguel and shoved Pavitr away, “Yes sir.”
Hobie went inside the car and started driving slowly outside, having Miles and the group follow.
“Y’know it’s nice but not as nice as mine,” Gwen said to you, smirking.
“What car is it?”
“Ahah, 1989 Ferrari Testarossa. It’s so fucking beautiful.”
She motioned to a car parked in a corner of the warehouse. Some people were polishing it and Gwen wasn’t wrong. It was very very nice.
It was pink with black streaks all over it. It was very beautiful and shiny due to the polish.
Once you guys got out of the warehouse gates, Hobie positioned the car next to some other cars getting ready to race.
Gwen went over to one of the girls who was next to Miguel yesterday. She was pretty and had red sunglasses on in contrast to the other girl who had pink ones on, shaped like hearts. “Hey, Jess!”
Jess smiled and hugged Gwen, “Hey Gwen. You ready for the race?”
Gwen nodded and went next to Miles where they started to talk in themselves.
“You’re back!” The girl with pink heart sunglasses went toward you and hugged you.
Miguel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Lyla?”
“Hi, I’m Lyla! Nice to meetcha-?”
“Y/N, I’m-”
Lyla laughed and sighed, “Of course I know your name, silly! You’re the girl who yelled at Miguel yesterday!”
Your stomach dropped in second-hand embarrassment. Does she still remember that?
“Oh well! Time to get in my place! Have fun!” Lyla ran to her place next to the cars where Jess was to the opposite of her, holding the same checkered flag as Lyla. They both matched each other with the same white dress and hair in ponytails.
“Start your engines!”
You went over to where Hobie was and knocked on his window where he opened it, “What’s up pretty?”
You rolled your eyes and gave him a handshake. You wanted to wish him luck but realized you probably look awkward. “Good luck, S-Punk.”
He smiled and nodded, pulling up the window.
The racers revved their engines getting ready to start until Lyla and Jess motioned their flags.
“Ready…”
You saw Hobie staring at a particular car with a bit of nervousness etched on his face.
“Set…”
With a swift motion, the cars went. And god were they fast.
“Hobie is totally gonna win…” Gwen whispered.
Miguel peered down at you and had a faint smile play at his lips as he saw your amazed expression, “Enjoying the race?”
You nodded energetically and focused on Hobie’s car making sharp turns around the streets.
—
Pavitr looked at you and Miguel, smiling while nudging at Miles, “So new girl and Boss have a thing for each other?”
Miles groaned annoyed, “No? Why do you think that?”
Gwen motioned to you two, as Miguel just looked at you blankly.
All three of them never saw Miguel just look at someone so the sight was a shocker. They huddled up and looked at each other stunned.
“He’s so smiley it’s scary…” Miles whispered.
Gwen nodded, “Damn Miles, so your cousin really is allat and a bag of chips huh?”
Pavitr’s jaw dropped as he whipped his head to your direction where you were laughing at something. “THAT’S YOUR COUSIN MORALES? She’s so fly, man!”
Miles cringed at Pavitr’s words and crossed his arms, “I don’t know but Y/N is just nice like that so whatever.”
-------------------------------------------------------
You looked around you and nudged Miguel on the shoulder, getting him to peer down to you, “Well where’s the cool suits and jackets and stuff? The uniforms?”
He snickered and covered his mouth, “What?”
“Well yeah? You guys are supposed to be like a gang team whatever you guys are. I would think you guys have uniforms or jackets?”
Your answer made him laugh even harder before he leaned by your ear and whispered.
“This isn’t Formula 1 racing, sweetheart."
"It’s much more than that.”
a/n- tis a bit short but yeah! thank you guys so much for 100! it means alot ily guys<3333
i’m like still debating if I should discontinue this or go on w it…🧍🏻♀️
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@soilmayo @toaffes @itzsab
#miguel ohara x reader#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miguel o’hara x reader#hobie brown#miles morales#sol (not de janeiro)#spiderman#gwen stacy#hobie x y/n
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#14. being torn between wanting to get rid of their feelings for the other and wanting to nurture the feelings in a hopeless, masochistic way
FROM : FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about showing love without confessing
FOR Brian Zvonecek x fem pls 💜💜💜
Forbidden Love #14
brian zvonecek x fem!reader
a/n: so it took me too long to try and figure out how i wanted to write this so i hope it turned out okay! i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted anon, i tried haha. much love 🩷🩷
warnings: swearing, angst, aggressive fluff, anything i missed
Y/N’s POV:
Once again, you woke up in bedsheets that weren’t yours, massive hangover, and those same melancholy feelings creeping up on you that you get every time you leave.
You look over to the digital clock on what should be labeled as your side of the bed that read 4:32 A.M.
Trying to slightly sit up without waking up the man next to you, you try to track down where your scattered clothes ended up landing throughout the room.
It’s the same routine every single time. You always wake up before him, and when you do wake up it’s still very early morning. So when you end up tracking your things down and leaving without a trace you were even there, you’re able to make your escape before the sun has even risen.
Once you’ve gotten dressed and prepared your walk of shame, the regret that usually hits you in a few hours comes immediately. You don’t want to leave. You don’t want to leave before the sun has risen. You don’t want to be lying in your own bed at 8 A.M. the morning after really good fucking sex.
Fuck it. You begin to contemplate completely ditching your routine and just laying back down, just spending the morning together like normal people. Enjoying your time together.
But you can’t. So you leave his room shutting his door as quiet as possible and walk out.
Once you’ve made it out of his apartment building at 5:04 A.M. you start crying as you walk down the street. You must look like a hooker right now. Smudged makeup, messy hair, large sweatshirt, and obviously no self respect since you might as well be the face of the definition for ‘The Walk of Shame’.
Once you’re laying in your own bed, you grab the pillow next to you and let out the most guttural sobs you have ever cried. You can’t do this anymore. You can’t continue loving him only in the night and completely ignoring each other in the day. You want him all the time. You want him for all 24 hours of the day, all seven days a week, and every single day in every month of every year. You want to call him yours and be that possessive girlfriend that’s able to leave hickeys on his neck so other girls will know he’s off limits.
But you can’t, and if you can’t then you’re done with the one night stands. You’re done with the praises, and the ‘good girl’s, and the ‘god I love you’s. You’re just done. You just have to be done.
The next week at work was a shit show. Working with the only person you could ever want to spend the rest of your life with and not being able to do anything about it sucks. The stolen glances, and avoiding, and only being able to sulk the whole time sucks. You don’t honestly know how much longer you can live like this. So you don’t. You talked to Chief Boden and you have some family in Utah so you’ll just take furlough and visit them for the next 2 months. That should be the perfect amount of time to get over this silly little crush.
Brian’s POV:
The part of the night I dread every single time has finally arrived. The routine. Where she thinks I’m asleep when she wakes up, sighs, then gathers her stuff and leaves without a word before the sun has even risen. It breaks my heart each and every time.
Without checking, I can assume it’s probably 4:30 since that’s about the time this whole thing starts.
I try to lay as still as possible. I try to go against every want- every need in bones to stop her from leaving. To stop her from not spending the morning together. But I can’t. I can’t stop her, this is the way it has to be and we both know that. We can create something magical in the night, then pretend it never even happened during the day. The thing about that magic though, is I crave it more and more every time. She’s becoming a drug I don’t think I can continue to live without. I don’t think I can continue giving her up the seconds the sun rises. I want her all the time. There’s never not a moment of the day where she’s not on my mind and working with her only amplifies that.
This morning though, at the time the door should be attempted to be shut as silent as possible, doesn’t happen. Shes still in the room, but she hasn’t left. I can sense her hesitation and the only thing I could ever ask for, for the rest of my life, is that she stays. That she comes back to bed I can hold her until the end of time. But before I know it she does leave. The door is shut, and the room gets cold. It feels empty. My shell of a body is left alone still feeling the warmth of where she once was on her side of the bed.
Her side of the bed. No one else has ever lied there since before our situation has started. Her side of the bed.
This next week at work i’ve been hopeful. I’ve made a plan. On our next night together which should be tomorrow, I’m going to ask her to stay. I’m going to ask her to break the rules and stay with me.
After work I get ready for my shift at Molly’s and I wait. I wait for her to walk in, and I wait for her shyly come to the bar and ask for a drink. I wait for our flirting to begin, and I wait for the night to end so I can take her home. I wait so I can reach the high I can only get with her, and I wait to ask her to stay. To stay until the sun rises, to stay and have breakfast and to let me hold her in my arms. Tonight is the night.
Or at least I thought it was. An hour later than the time she usually comes in has arrived and i’m anxious.
“Hey Brett, have you seen Y/N?” I ask trying to be as normal as possible to draw the least amount of attention to myself.
“Uh, no?” She says giggling obviously already tipsy.
“Oh well usually she’s here by now and I haven’t talked to her so I just wanted to know if she was running late or what.” I say drying off a glass trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.
All she does is laugh in my face.
“What?” I ask confused.
“Did you not hear?” She asks getting semi-serious.
“Hear what?” I ask growing irritated.
“Let’s just say I don’t think she’s going to make it tonight.” She says laughing while finishing off her 3rd drink of the night.
“What do you mean?” I ask while making her a new drink, giving her an incentive to talk to me.
“Oh, you really didn’t hear. Um Y/N is going to Utah to visit some family for like the next two months.” She says taking this more seriously.
“What!?” I basically shout out drawing a lot of attention to myself.
“When did she leave?” I ask not having a clue about whatever this little adventure she was going on.
“Her flight was pretty late, like 11 P.M. she left for the airport like two or three hours ago to beat traffic.” Sylvie says with a little more sympathy.
I check the time that read 10:34 P.M. Calculating that the airport is a 15 minute drive from here, I can make it.
“What was her gate number?” I ask a little more rushed.
“Uhh,” Sylvie checks her phone for the exact number, “25”
“Tell Herrmann I have to leave, i’ll make it up to him another time. Um, Thank you.” I tell Sylvie as I gather my coat and keys walking out from behind the bar.
“Goodluck.” Is all she says as I get to the door. And I leave without saying anything back.
“Your light is green, just go!” I yell at the car in front of me. Let’s just say when I’m stressed traffic is not my most favorite thing in the world. Aka why this 15 minute drive turned into a 20 minute drive.
The second I park I run into the airport sprinting to find her. Gate 25, Gate 25, Gate 25, is all I repeat to myself as I’m running around like a maniac.
Y/N’s POV:
I fidget with my nails as I sit looking out the large airport windows. I’m supposed to board in like 10 minutes. I don’t know why I thought this would be like the movies where Otis would come to the airport and try and stop me from leaving, but I guess that just proves how much we don’t belong together.
“Flight 756 to Salt Lake City, Utah from Chicago, Illinois you are now boarding.”
I get up at the announcement and make sure I have everything I need. Taking a deep breath I get in line.
Brian’s POV:
“Flight 756 to Salt Lake City, Utah from Chicago, Illinois you are now boarding.”
I hear the announcement as I’m at gate 7, i’m not going to make it. I continue running through the airport just so I can get there in time. I don’t care if I have to yell that I love her in front of hundreds of strangers or off the top of a rooftop, she will know.
Only If I can make it in time.
Gate 21
Gate 22
Gate 23
Almost there. I continue running with everything I have in me, I need to see her. Oh shit I think I do see her. I see her hair, and her clothes, and how perfect she is even when she’s about to leave me. But before I’m able to fully reach her flight is when another flight has landed releasing at least 75 people in my way.
I look down to check my watch. 10:57, and the line is getting shorter. Fuck. Shoving my way through tens of people at a time I finally reach her gate.
And when I do, the flight attendant is closing the door. No one is here. I drop to my knees giving into the overwhelming feeling to cry. I sob actually. I’ve never felt so broken. 2 months without the love of my life. She’s probably going to come back engaged to a guy from Utah to invite us to her wedding then leave again.
She’s probably going to forget about me. I don’t even know why I bothered, there’s no way she would love someone like me.
After maybe 20 minutes I wipe my eyes not knowing what to do next. Do I buy my own ticket and follow her or do I wait for her to come back? Fuck.
“Brian?”
I hear my name coming from the most beautiful voice that has ever spoken. I immediately look up and there she is. Right in front of me.
Y/N’s POV:
Our flight ended up being delayed due to weather and we got let off the plane. Coming back to the spot I was at before we were basically tricked, I see Brian. Brian on his knees crying. Sobbing actually. The sight makes my knees weak and my lip wobble. I don’t want to make him cry. I didn’t even know he knew I was leaving. He really just didn’t get here in time.
I walk up to him and say his name but my voice cracks because I’m on the verge of tears now also. He looks up immediately. His face lights up as he sees me like it’s too good to be true.
Getting up he pulls me into one of the biggest hugs we’ve ever shared. It’s amazing. Feeling him wrapped around me is something I never want to end.
He pulls back and cups my face with both hands. He’s looking at me like it’s the first time he’s really seen me. Now this does make me cry.
“It’s really you?” He asks sniffling a little bit causing me to chuckle.
“Yes.” I say almost silently.
Taking a deep breath he kisses me on my forehead and lets go of my completely.
The wet kiss is something I still feel even with the empty space between us. The space that neither of us want between us.
“Y/N, I don’t want you to leave.” Is all he says. I give him a little time to add on and when he doesn’t I scoff.
“You came all this way to tell me you don’t want me to leave and that’s all you have to say?” I ask in disbelief.
He stands there in shock because we’ve never had a fight. We’ve never really argued for that matter. Our strong suit is really just in flirting if that makes sense.
I roll my eyes and turn around for a second before I walk back up to him.
“I love you, you know?” I’m so fucking in love you with you it hurts! Leaving you before the sun rises hurts! I can’t do this anymore Brian! I can’t just have you at night then act like I don’t know you exist during the day! We won’t work. This doesn’t work.” I say and his expression changes maybe 10 different times.
I take a deep breath before I say what pains me the most to admit. “I love you but I can’t do this, just go home.”
Fully expecting him to leave without saying a word I turn around and walk off. I’m done.
“Y/N wait!” He finally says running back up to me.
I wait for him to continue talking and when he doesn’t I turn back around. Finally him spinning me and keeping my in place by holding my shoulders he starts talking again.
“Listen to me please. 5 minutes.”
I wait a few seconds before agreeing.
“No. No I won’t go home. I came here knowing exactly what I was going to say, but seeing you leave once broke me. I sat on the floor and sobbed. I’m not going through that again, seeing you come back is truly just a second chance that I won’t pass up. I love you Y/N. I love the nights we have, and I hate the mornings we don’t. I crave you every single day feeling lost without you on my mind. Your smile is my saving grace and your humor is my kryptonite. I want to love you for the rest of my life, I know I will love you for the rest of my life. Please, I’m begging right now. Please stay Y/N. Stay for me. Stay for the future we could have together, stay for-“
I finally cut him off with a kiss. A deep and hopefully never ending kiss. Our lips move in sync, and our bodies feel like magnets that’s shouldn’t be without one another. He’s mine and I’m his. I break the kiss coming back up for air and I admire the way he looks at me. God I love him.
“You’re mine you know that right?” I ask and he nods chuckling.
“I’m in this for the long haul, so no stupid fights where we leave one another after not talking it out, and no not communicating how we feel ever. This is forever.” I say making dead eye contact with him and he nods rapidly.
“So will you stay?” He finally asks.
“I would never leave you.” I say resting my forehead on his.
After I did that, an eruption of applause fills up the room and we look at each other. We were too busy confessing our love for us to realize we just shouted all of that in front of a whole airport. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
credit tagging: @youneedsomeprompts (i hope you like it!!)
#chicago fire#one chicago#otis chicago fire#brian otis zvonecek#brian zvonecek#brian zvonecek x reader#otis x reader#writing prompt
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I’m not sure what to do at this point anymore. Ever since we moved into this apartment, literally the first night we moved in, we get woken up by three kids stomping, screaming, and jumping in the apartment above. It’s been over half a year now (since February it’s now nearly November), and it’s still the same shit from 8 pm until 10 am, stomping and screaming, sometimes for half an hour or an hour after 11 pm. Seems like they do nothing to take their kids outside, most weekends and weekdays they are inside all hours, and they act like it’s a trampoline or gym in a apartment building. Regularly waking us up anytime from 10 pm onwards til 12 am, 3 am, 6 am, and 8 am regularly. Earplugs do nothing, nor does fans or white noise on louder volumes. I have an app that tracks my sleep because I’m chronically ill and take chemo meds every week, and it tracks decibels going over 100 nearly every night from their kids stomping. I know because I look at my clock at 2 am, etc, when they stomp, and my app records 80-100+ decibel at that time. Occasionally my partner uses a blender for smoothies in the morning and even our blender in our own apartment is not as loud as their kids. What do I do?? They rarely leave the apartment so I can’t even talk to them in person which I would prefer to to. Our windows shake, our bed shakes, our lights in our apartment go super bright, then dim and flashes like a strobe (I’m sensitive to light flashing and can actually faint), our doors unlock from being closed from the force of their stomping, jumping and running. I feel like talking to them will only make it worse but when we talked to our apartment place they said just to call the police which isn’t fucking helpful. I left one note on their door when they were vacuuming at 11:30 at night like a month or two ago. I don’t know what to do but I’m sick of not getting sleep. I get like 6 hours of sleep each night with frickening chemo meds.
#what do i do#disabled#disability#arthritis#chemotherapy#apartment#apartment issues#not aita#aita#methotrexate#Humira#psoriatic arthritis#noisy neighbors
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Don’t Fear the Reaper
Chapter 3
Movie!William Afton x OC
Series Content Warning: SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT ANY TIME, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, murder, MASSIVE age gap (it’s like 30 years), smut, like, a lot of smut, much more to come im sure
Chapter Content Warning: swearing, spooky, big loving dilfs hours
Credit and thank you to @bowersbubbles for the divider and beta reading!
Claras phone rings, waking her from her nap before class. She’s tempted to throw it across the room, but she knows better. She sits up, stretches, and flips it open, pressing the answer button.
“Clara speaking.” She yawns, waiting a few seconds for a response.
“Hi, Clara, this is Steve. Steve Raglan. From the hiring agency. I just wanted to check in, see how your first night on the job went.”
“Oh! Yeah, no, it was good. Mmm.. thanks for calling.” She smiles as she answers, still half asleep.
“Good, good. Listen, if there’s anything you need, anything happens, call me.”
“Yeah, noted. Thanks again.” Clara mumbles, as she looks up at her clock, trying to read it in her half awake state. Almost 9:40 am. “FUCK, shit oh god, fuck fuck fuck!” She drops her phone on her pillow and stumbles out of bed, haphazardly throwing on a sweater and pants before throwing her sketchbook and some pencils into her bag. She snatches her phone from her bed and throws it in her bag, not realizing she didn’t hang up. She pulls her boots on and grabs her keys, her keychains rattling as she shoves them in her pocket. A soft thud on the floor and she looks down, her lucky rabbit's foot sitting at her feet.
“God fucking damn it.. Fuck! Shit! I don’t have time for this!” Clara snatches the foot and stuffs it in her bag, barely making it out the door.
She makes it to her 10 am class in okay time, a little frazzled and worse for wear, but in one piece. The lesson isn’t exactly riveting, and she’s struggling to stay awake after the initial adrenaline from almost being late wears off. She catches bits and pieces, something about live subject sketching, but she can’t shake the feeling of someone watching her. It’s similar to the previous night.
She makes it back to her apartment around 2 pm, the four hour lecture one of her least favorite things every week. She catches another couple of hours of sleep before waking up around 10 pm, making dinner to take with her, and heading back out to work.
Night two. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.
Clara pulls into the parking lot and parks in the same spot as the previous night, her eyes set on the door and she sighs, grabbing her bag and her keys. This time, she’s got a book and her sketchbook.
The door opens with a little extra effort, and she locks it behind her, making a beeline towards the office to drop her stuff before she starts a routine. Go through all the cameras, put the too-big vest on and do a couple laps of the building. It takes about an hour, going through the entire building, and she manages to shake the feeling of being watched by going through her new routine.
Tonight, Clara pokes around the stages and finds a pulley to manually open the curtains, rather than starting up the whole song and dance again. She sits in a booth facing the main stage, her sketchbook open on the table in front of her as she doodles, little cartoon versions of all the animatronics spread across a couple pages, a Memphis pattern filling in the empty spaces.
She starts to doze off around three in the morning and her watch beeps at 3:30, startling her awake. She gets up and stretches, trying to wake herself up.
“Y’know, you guys would be a lot more fun if you could do things without the music playing.. I don’t think I can listen to that song anymore for the next month.” She crosses her arms and stares at Freddy, the tune to Talking In Your Sleep stuck in her head already.
A faint clank comes from the kitchen, and freaks Clara out. “Okay, I didn’t mean do spooky shit like that, guys.” She peeks through the cashier window into the kitchen and sees one of the fridge doors cracked open.
“I swear to God, it better be a raccoon or a squirrel or something, this isn’t fucking funny..” She takes a second to hyper herself up before throwing the kitchen door open, doing a full sweep before stalking over to the fridge and throwing the door open all the way, only to be met with Cupcake sitting on a shelf.
“What the fuck?” She takes a half step back and looks back over her shoulder to the door. “But.. You were just with the others? How the fuck did you get here?”
She picks Cupcake up and kicks the door shut, truly baffled as she makes her way back to the main stage. “I’m serious, no more spooky shit. It really freaks me out.” She sets the animatronic back on Chicas tray and hops off the stage, grabbing her sketchbook from the table.
Clara wanders back to the office and plops herself down in the chair again, flipping through the cameras over and over until she’s sure she’s seen every video feed four times. She leans back in the chair with an exasperated groan, staring at the ceiling as she spins in the chair. Her watch beeps - four in the morning.
She whines as she gets up, pacing around the room as she clicks through her speed dial on her phone.
Tyler.
Ella.
Mom.
Dad.
Kelcee.
Steve Raglan.
The only contact in her phone she’s bothers to save with a last name. The only contact in her phone to call in the past week. The only contact in her phone that said to call if anything happened. She pushes the last thought from her head, not daring to explore those thoughts tonight.
Clara sits at the desk and fishes her fork and tupperware of salad from her bag, as well as her book. She opens up to her bookmark and starts reading, occupying her last two hours with said book before her watch beeps at six.
#william afton#steve raglan#fnaf#fnaf movie#william afton x oc#william afton x self insert#lmk if i forget anything lmao
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30 reasons why summer is the best season:
i love waking up every morning feeling like utter shit
i love getting to choose between keeping the blinds down and having them open and i love that no matter which option i pick, its ALWAYS the wrong one
bugs. i LOVE that there are bugs everywhere
i love being coated in a layer of my own juices 24/7 and having my eczema flare up
i love CHAFING :)
i love taking more than one shower per day
i love going through an ungodly amount of clothes
i love how stinky my garbage can gets and i especially love that my kitchen is 3 feet away from my bed
i love that my tiny-ass built-in fridge has the ability to raise the temp in my apartment by like 5 degrees within half an hour when i close my balcony door
i love that when i keep it open, the wind from my south facing balcony feels like an open convection oven
i love sitting down on the plastic desk chair and aquaplaning on a layer of my own ass sweat
i love traveling in various metal tubes with strangers
i love smelling them and squeezing past their moist slippery bodies
i love going to the store with even more sweaty strangers and schlepping my groceries home in the sweltering heat
i love that the perishables basically start wilting and rotting the second i put them in my cart
i love mosquito bites they feel so awesome
i love cooking dinner and inhaling the refreshing vapors
i love being just. constantly on the verge of a dehydration headache
i love that even the simplest of chores feel like a fucking ironman triathlon
i love having to coat my skin in a thick white lotion that feels like it inhibits my body's only way to thermoregulate so that i can maybe not die from melanoma
i love that i get sunburned anyway
i love POLLEN <3
i love not being able to go to bed before 1 or 2 am which is when the inside temperature finally begins to return to normal levels
i love getting a solid 4 hours of sleep in before the sunrise at fucking five ay em
i love being chronically sleep-deprived
i love never getting any work done because of how well-rested and energized i feel
i love being anxious and irritable all the time
most of all i love being forced to wear revealing clothes that never fail to remind me of my biggest insecurities
i also love interacting with summer lovers who genuinely seem to be on some sort of mental high between june and september
and i love that they get personally offended when i say any of this out loud
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New Year, New Me?
Entry Date: 2/2/2024
I am currently 23 years old. The age I always hear carries the most tribulations for our early 20s, which has pretty much been my pain point as I have no idea what I'm doing in life.
Shocking, I know, right?
Before I got my current corporate job, I had so much passion. I want to try out everything in life. I wanted to be a writer, dancer, singer, actor, psychologist - Shit, I even tried to do IT because why the fuck not? I had so much energy and drive I felt like I could conquer the world. And yet, here I am now, and I have no passion, interest, or drive. I'm literally just floating in life right now, not knowing what the fuck to do next.
I'm in survival mode, to be honest. The only thing that is hardwired into my brain is the goal of getting this shmoney.
Despite all this, I still feel lazy since I have no ambition for anything outside of money. My mind is plagued by what I should and shouldn't do and all I can land on is 'I don't fucking know :|'.
Regardless of this unclarity and lack of ambition, I only want a clear sense of direction. I want to get going already, but I don't know what steps to take. Again, I understand I'm only 23 years old, but still. I need that clarity to take action on a path I know I will be satisfied with, but once again IDFK.
There's no way around this phase at this point; It's inevitable. The only thing I guess I can implement is going on a deep assessment of my life (once again) and reviewing what is and isn't working for me. I've just been avoiding doing this because it is tiring and tedious.
Fuck, maybe I'm just being lazy.
I mean, tbh, it isn't fun; It just sounds like a load of work.
Damn, I think I'm lazy...
I mean, they say it takes 30 to 60 days to break a habit. I'll start looking into my bad habits and see what I can get out of that.
Here's a list of my current shitty habits that I'll be challenging:
Sleeping before or at midnight: My sleep schedule is terrible for a variety of reasons, but I want to start sleeping before midnight to practice better sleeping habits. For reference, I typically stay up until 3am despite working in the morning.
Waking up before 8am: Okay, so this is mainly to be able to study for my permit (Yes, I'm 23 and don't know how to drive. Who's gonna check me??) and work out. This will also allow me downtime after work (5pm).
Consistent Oral Hygiene: Okay, before y'all supposedly clean freaks call me gross, I'm not saying I don't brush my teeth. I do, and twice a day at that, along with using my Therabreath mouthwash. I just need to be consistent with flossing, specifically at night. I've been getting better at it, but I want to implement it into my daily routine.
Taking Daily Medications: I suck at consistently taking my mood stabilizers, as it just makes me feel dreary and sleepy throughout the day. Since I stopped taking it consistently, my mood hasn't been the best. Needless to say, I'm not gonna do that anymore.
Working Out: I've been athletic for as long as I can remember. However, in recent years, I've been on and off and want to get back to having a snatched waist with a phat dumpy. I'm already comfortable with my current size, but to be back in shape wouldn't hurt. I think I'll be sharing my journey with pictures every so often so that you guys can have a realistic peek into my journey.
Eating Habits: I need to eat healthier, PERIOD. I don't have the worst eating, but it's terrible for me because I'm very impulsive with food and suffer from an eating disorder. I have toggled between binging and starving myself many times in the past, so I want to try to find that sweet spot where I can eat healthily and not feel deprived to the point where I binge.
Prioritize Health: Both physical and mental. I suck at this and, at times, can let work take a toll on my everything. Last year almost broke me, and I don't want this year to be the same. I need to be happy and healthy. No comprising at all.
So yeah, that's my list. Once again, I'm just going to point out I am a lazy girl and I have terrible habits, however, I do want to make a change because I'm really tired of this loop.
I want to reach all of my financial, personal, and career goals this year so badly. The good thing is I have some steps to outline what I need to change. The challenge is pushing through to get the end result :\
Anyway, I will most likely post my initial progress for my journey for working out and do bi-weekly check-ins to track my progress.
This may sound corny, but New Year, New Me?
#new year#new year new me#new beginnings#self discovery#spirituality#self love#self ship#self journey#discovering#self discipline#growth#empowerment#struggle#workout#work in progress#black blogger#black girls of tumblr#roaring 20s#young dumb stupid#spiritual disciplines#black women#goals#new year 2024#2024 goals#spotify
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otp questions fair game list but it’s by an idiot who can’t sit in a chair correctly
“pens you’re alive???!?!??!?” yes unfortunately anyway the list, minus a couple of them because they’re a bit nsfw and im not here for it
i’ll put it under a read more because im not a sadist
1. Who is the most affectionate?
clover. no justification just facts
2. Most common argument?
do u know,,,, what its like,,,, to be AFRAID of yourself??? i could hurt u! i could- (translation: qrow telling clover to Fuck Off before he gets hurt)
3. Who apologizes first?
clover. qrow is emotionally constipated and sits on the roof brooding until clover comes up to find him
4. Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together?
board game night or some shit, idk. clover always wins
5. Who drives and who rides shotgun?
clover drives and scolds qrow for putting his feet on the dash
6. Who is most likely to carry the other?
clover initially but then qrow gets tired of him showing off and starts Picking Him Up to establish dominance in the middle of combat or something
7. Nicknames?
lucky charm and cloves are the obvious ones. soldier boy. dipshit. idk what clover calls qrow but it’s probably something disgustingly affectionate and qrow gets embarrassed every time
8. Who proposes?
clover probably, qrow is still in his “you dont want the burden of my name” arc
9. Who sings along with the radio?
qrow but in bird form ONLY
10. Who worries most?
probably qrow but poor clover is also pretty fuckin worried about qrow 24/7
11. Who always wants to take selfies with the other?
clover needs content for his instagram (which is private and has qrow’s account tagged with a bunch of hearts in his bio. qrow doesn’t even have a pfp. he forgot the password 3 years ago.)
12. Who likes to playfully tease the other?
yes
13. Who has the weirdest taste in their music?
qrow. his spotify is a mixture of the most emo ass shit, nightcore emo shit, and terraria boss music.
14. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
clover. qrow remembers too but clover orders so
15. Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other?
im sure clover has some form of trauma after the whole chapter 12 incident. i wouldnt be surprised if there was a fic already about clover’s insecurities around his giant ass chest scar
but like also it’s clover
16. Who initiates kisses?
clover mostly
17. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?
also clover. qrow is too busy Repressing his Emotions to do such a thing but clover holding his hand is like therapy even if he wont admit it
18. Who brings an animal they found home?
clover brings a cat home. they name it lucky. they laugh for an hour then realize how stupid they are.
19. Who holds the umbrella for the other when it’s raining?
clover keeps trying to bring qrow an umbrella, but qrow runs away from it because he needs to brood in the rain
20. Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?
they’ve got a competition going. both of them are really good at the cocky act though so neither of them have cracked. yet.
21. Who kills the scary bugs?
qrow, with pleasure. clover tries to rescue them as much as possible depending on the bug. cockroaches are on sight tho
22. Who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night?
probably neither of them. they’re old, they need their beauty rest
23. Who hogs the blankets?
qrow. even if he’s overheating he still takes clover’s blanket
24. Who wakes up first?
clover wakes up at like 7:30 every morning and makes breakfast. qrow is both awed and disturbed by how well he has his life together. one time, qrow tries to pay him back, so he wakes up at 5am and makes an inappropriate amount of pancakes. (they have to invite nora over to finish the leftovers)
25. Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?
qrow emerges from bed at 11am on average. it’s rare to see him out of his pajamas before noon.
26. Who always makes coffee for the other each morning?
tea. but see #24
27. Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books?
clover. qrow absolutely didn’t cry watching the lion king, and even if he did, you have no proof.
28. Who gets scared during horror films?
qrow acts all tough when clover’s clutching a pillow in anticipation, but he falls for every jumpscare
29. Who cuts the other’s hair?
qrow is a master of cutting hair. his niece is yang xiao long.
30. Who says “I love you” first?
clover. qrow will pine away but will never say anything for previously mentioned emo reasons
31. Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first?
clover tells his family. qrow’s family tells HIM. yang and ruby get sick of watching him pine
32. What do their friends/family thing of the relationship?
ruby and yang are just happy that their uncle qrow is slightly less edgy now. winter is happy for clover but will detest qrow until the day she dies just on principle
33. Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them?
clover, i mean havent you seen the ballroom scene in v7? where clover asks qrow to dance and they end up getting married and salem leaves because she cant compete? what do u mean that didnt happen?
34. Who cooks best?
qrow is secretly a good cook but you would never know it by the way he pours milk straight into the cereal box
35. Who wears the other’s jacket?
I would say qrow because there’s no way his skinny man jacket fits clover, but let’s be real, clover doesn’t own a fucking jacket
36. Who uses cheesy pickup lines?
clover. have u met the man
37. Who makes the other laugh most?
clover makes qrow laugh a lot, if u count amused huffs as laughter
38. Who needs more reassurance?
guess.
39. Who would have to bail the other out of jail?
clover is usually the law-abiding half of the relationship, plus he’s part of the military so
40. What would be their theme song?
@synvamp (im sorry for tag syn) wrote an absolute banger for them. thats it. whatever universe it is, that’s the one
41. Who would sing their child back to sleep?
clover usually, sometimes qrow tries in bird form but lucky is one evil cat and WILL try to murder him
42. What do they do when they’re away from each other?
live their lives man wdym? clover sends qrow lots of texts though
43. A headcanon about them that stabs your feels?
canon.
44. A headcanon that mends the previous one?
my canon now
if you read all of this you’re a legend, see you in 6 years when i finally finish the next fic chapter
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