#I think about the beach that makes you old probably 10 times a day

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I highly recommend watching Old (2021) directed by M. Night Shyamalan at 1.5x speed bc it makes them get old faster :)

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Here with me

Leah Williamson x reader

Based off: HERE WITH ME - D4VD

Cried making this. It think it’s just the song anyways.

enjoy

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watch the sunrise along the coast

as we’re both getting old

I can’t describe what I’m feeling

You both sat up against a large rock, sitting on the sand. You somehow managed to get your girlfriend up at this ‘Godly hour’ to see the sunrise. You adored the sunrise and seeing it with your person made it 100 times better.

She rubbed circles and heart shapes on your thighs as she laid in your lap. The orange light already beaming onto her beautiful blonde and perfect features. “You look so beautiful I could cry” you said in an almost whisper to the girl in your lap.

“What?” She smiled, not quite getting what you muttered.

“I said you look so beautiful I could cry” you slightly giggled. It wasn’t a lie, just seeing her face gave you a sense of gratitude, the fact that someone just like her could love you somehow.

She gave you a sad smile. Not in a sad way. But in a way that, what you said got her in her feelings. “I tell you every flipping day but my girl I’ve never seen anyone like you” she said, quickly sitting up so she could peck your lips.

“I love you” you said for maybe the millionth time just since you got to the beach, deciding the quick peck on the lips given to you wasn’t enough, so you pulled her in for a longer kiss filled of love.

“I love you” she said once you had both pulled away. She settled herself to lay back down in your lap “can we just say here forever? Corny I know. But I never want to leave right here.” She said squeezing your hands she held close to her chest.

“Corny but, If I could have it my way I would stay here until we are old and grey”

“Ok Shakespeare” she giggled fidgeting with your fingers

“How is that Shakespeare?” You laughed at the blonde you held close

“You just have a good way with words” you smiled at her words.

“I could go on forever and ever about my love to you” you kissed the top of her head before you both fell into a comfortable silence, eyes fixated on the horizon.

So please don’t let me go

You both sat upright on a bench in the middle of the medical room at emirates stadium. You had just finished your match, that she was earlier pulled off from, when Leah was confirmed she had done her ACL, she knew the second she heard the pop and the pain that rushed thought her knee.

But hearing it straight up from a professional hurt. A lot. You held the girl tightly in your arms, she had completely collapsed into your chest once the medics said they would give you a second and shut the door behind them.

“Oh my girl. I’m with you every step. You’ve got me you’ve got me. Everything is going to be ok I promise you Leah” you reassured the crying girl balled up in your arms. You felt your voice start to crack with your words.

After 5-10 more minutes. Leah felt she had no more tears left to cry. “Baby what can I do for your right now” you asked quietly, kissing her forehead multiple times softly.

“Just don’t let go” she mumbled, you pulled her in even tighter as you held her.

“Never” you said, your chin resting on her head, as Leah sat there in thought.

I don’t care how long it takes

As long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face

“I’m so excited to see you!” You exclaimed through your MacBook screen. You were currently in Australia for camp, Leah wasn’t at England camp as she was still in recovery after surgery.

“Don’t forget that little water bottle” Leah pointed to behind you though the screen, a spare water bottle of yours sitting high up on the window sill.

“Thank you honey” you chuckled after she pointed it out, you grabbing it. You would be heading downstairs to the lobby with almost of your luggage, heading back to London.

“You would not have seen that” she laughed

“Probably not” you said zipping up you carry on properly. “Okay baby I’ll call you on my plane, but I’ve gotta pack my computer and head down now” you said to the computer on the bench.

“No worries. And I’ll just contact you about picking you up. I think I’ve got the right time you’ll land”

“Yay” you smiled at her

“I’ll just wait at baggage and look for the brunette with the beaming smile. And the dark tan” she said motioning to the dark colour your skin developed while being back in your country.

“Love you” you blew a kiss at her through the FaceTime

“Love you more bye” she kissed back before hanging up.

All I know is your here with me

You held your girlfriend’s hand as you dragged her through the hall down to the right cinema. “Here, screen 3!” You said pointing to the large number outside the cinema door

Leah had already seen this movie multiple times, it was supposed to be scary. It was a rerun that they were playing in the movie theatre, you of course took at as the opportunity for a date night.

You held hands once you both get seated, Leah always slightly got annoyed at the large divider between seats at the theatre, which is why she preferred being able to cuddle you for hours in your apartment together whilst watching a movie.

Like most movies, you asked Leah multiple questions, most of them you knew the full answer to and what was going on. But you knew how much your girlfriend loved when you asked her questions in films, it made her happy explaining it to you and made her feel smart.

“Thanks for coming with me. I know you’ve seen it heaps. I just wouldn’t wanna see it with anyone but you” you whispered into her ear sweetly.

“Wouldn’t miss this, you’re the best person to see it with” she said into your ear, before quickly kissing below it.

Just after she pulled away, a jump scare on the large screen in front of you made your heart want to jump out of your skin. Leah quietly laughed at your antics and pulled you arm closer, bringing you head into the crook of her neck.

I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind

The day you married the love of your life and best friend was a million times better than any other day in your life you name ‘the best day of your life’. You truly could cry of happiness, and you already had, multiple times.

Your kept on having to hold your index finger to the bottom of your eyes as you read your vows, right hand in hand with hers, in front of all your favourite people in your life. But let those tears of happiness fall when she read her vows to you out loud.

You sat down at a table, long white dresses on both you and your newly wife, surrounded by your close families.

“Hey I’m Jacob, Leah’s brother and now y/n’s brother. Although it has always felt like you are a close sister to me since Leah introduced me to you” his words on the short stage made you heart melt. “Before I go on a long speech, not too long don’t panic, I just want to show two lovers a special video made by the people here tonight. We love you” he said slightly bring his champagne glass up towards you, before running to his computer connected to a cord on a projector.

He played a video on the large screen in front of everyone. The video had old vintage love songs as a background tune, as sweet videos of you Leah. Taken by you two and by others played. You immediately leaned into Leah as you both watched in awe. Just so happy. All your favourite memories with you and your wife played from when you first met at Arsenal at the age of 20, to now, as you were wiping tears away for the tenth time.

Then a series of videos played of people congratulating you on your marriage, like other high footballers and other special people in your life, as well as everyone at a table in the large room full of your loved ones.

You both went up and hugged him tightly, tears in your eyes, Leah told him over and over of how grateful for him she is.

Listening to your parents’ speeches and both your siblings of all the memories throughout your journey together made your life feel complete.

But today didn’t fill a piece of your life missing like most would, that last piece was placed in your life the moment Leah first ever said a word to you even years ago.

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Short, but like always I must sleep now

Lyyy!!! Please send in requests🤍

[hermits-crab]

FLUFF ALPHABET W/ ELLIOTT — STARDEW VALLEY

SUMMARY: The Fluff Alphabet by @snk-warriors featuring Elliott!

CONTAINS: sfw, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship, spoilers for his 10 & 14 heart event

NOTES: I haven’t known what types of headcanons to post so I’m hoping this might inspire me. I’m taking requests, by the way, if you’d like to help a girl out! Enjoy!

A = Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Elliott loves cooking and baking with his spouse! Even if you’re not great at it, he’s happy to teach you! As long as it’s edible, he’s happy and proud of what you made together. That phrase “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” applies to him specifically.

B = Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

It’s so hard for him to narrow it down but if he has to, it’s your generosity and strength. He could watch you do farm work for hours (and he has) and he loves that you’re so giving and that you don’t think twice about it.

C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Elliott is at your side immediately, asking how and/or what he can do to help. If you ask for a minute alone, for example, he’s preparing your favorite snack and movie or show. Or maybe a bath or shower, later reading you to sleep. He’s doing whatever he can to help you!

D = Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He dreams of the typical white-picket fence dream: marriage, kids, growing old with you. More than that, he wants to take care of you, to protect you, to provide for you. As long as he knows he can do that for you, he can die happy.

E = Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I can see this going both ways. I feel like if you’re a woman or feminine presenting, he’s more likely to subconsciously take on a dominating role. If you’re a man or masculine presenting, the same still applies but less so. It’s not that he has sexist views! He was raised with these values in mind and it didn’t help that a lot of the media he consumed growing up portrayed a damsel in distress. If this makes you uncomfortable, you can tell him that and he’ll be much more mindful of how he treats you. Regardless of your gender, he’ll always be protective over you and that’s something you cannot change.

F = Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Yes, without a doubt, yes. Even if you hurt him deeply, he’s already forgiven you long before. To quote James Fraser from Outlander because I feel like Elliott would think the same: "She asked forgiveness, and I gave it. But the truth is, I'd forgiven everything she'd done and everything she could do long before that day. For me, that was no choice. That was falling in love."

G = Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s eternally grateful for everything you do. For him and for the community. You saved him from dying a lonely hermit on the beach! For that, he feels he owes you everything.

H = Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He’s very open and honest! I don’t think he intentionally keeps secrets. Like with the piano, you didn’t know he could play so beautifully and he would probably not have brought it up unless you found him playing. Or if it didn’t come up in conversation, he probably won’t mention it. Except it’s something actually important, then you can trust he’ll tell you. But in that case, it probably wouldn’t be a secret.

I = Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’re his muse! You inspire him every single day. You helped him to write his book. He runs a lot of things by you because he knows that you’ll give him kind constructive criticism.

J = Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I don’t think he gets jealous easily. He gets jealous like the average person. When he does, however, he becomes passively aggressive. If he notices someone flirting with you, he’ll politely remove you from them and gently scold you. He might be a little petty so you’re probably going to have to apologize a bit more than you normally would.

K = Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

YUP. He’s a romantic and very in tune with his partner and what they like. Your first kiss with him was magical. He wasn’t clumsy or too rough. It was sweet and gentle.

L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

On a shabby little row boat out at sea!

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes! He feels it’s the natural next step to your relationship. He proposes to you on the beach while the sun sets. Your marriage would be pretty low-key but never lacking. Especially in the bedroom. You both are happy and content with your quiet lives on the farm. Whenever Elliott goes on a book tour, he brings you along, considering it a vacation.

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Darling, love, dear, sweetheart, beautiful. He called you darling, love, and dear before but when you started dating, he added ‘my’ in front of it.

O = On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Elliott is pretty animated already but even more so when he’s in love. He’s much happier and carries himself more confidently (if you can believe it). I don’t think it’s obvious to anyone but his friends. Leah, for example, notices it almost immediately. He expresses his feelings through writing in his ���secret book” of poems expressing his love for you or your likeness captured through a character in one of his books.

P = PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes, he’s very proud to be yours! He doesn’t necessarily brag but he talks about you whenever he’s given the chance. He’s not shy about physical PDA either. Of course, nothing inappropriate but definitely touching you in some way or kissing you. He’s not in the least bit shy!

Q = Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Elliott is a very smooth talker. He almost always knows exactly what to say. And I know that would otherwise be a red flag but he does stumble over his words frequently too! He never wants to risk loosing you, especially over something that’s his fault.

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s extremely romantic! He’ll happily help you around the farm and later take care of you when you come home: making dinner, bathing you, massaging you. He also loves reciting poetry to you whenever you’ll listen.

S = Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

You can count on him for any sort of support you need and he’ll gladly help you work towards your goal(s). He has always believed in you.

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn’t feel like it’s a necessity. He likes adventure on occasion but he’s also very happy and content with your daily routine.

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s very empathetic towards you. He’s good at remembering details about you too, regardless of how insignificant it may seem. He remembers what you like and don’t like, things you’ve mentioned that you want, or little stories from your past.

V = Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He values your relationship the most out of everything he has! He’ll always put you (and your shared family) first. He loves you more than writing and reading—and that’s saying a lot.

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Elliott absolutely hates when people touch his hair. But you’re the only exception. Even though he may tense up a bit at first, he eventually melts into your touch. He trusts you with his life, and more than that, his hair.

X = XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He’s super affectionate! He loves touching you, whether that’s through hugs, hand-holding, cuddling, or kissing. He takes any chance he gets to tell/show just how much he adores you!

Y = Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When he went away on his book tour, he took to sending you letters. He also called you at the end of every day. He prefers to call rather to text because he wants to hear your voice.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind?

Absolutely! Anything you need—or want, even. You can always count on him. He’d pet a sea cucumber if it’d make you happy.

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Kildare Split Part One: Angel

Chapter One: Angel

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Note: Thank you all for commenting, liking, reblogging, and interacting with the KS smau's! I really appreciate you all and thought that I would give you a little treat for being so nice. I can't sleep so here is part one of Kildare Split's story, more specifically y/n and Rafe's. Hope you have fun getting to read about the behind-the-scenes. This is absolutely not edited.

Warnings: none, bad writing, Rafe being mean.

Word Count: 3,710

Synopsis: Everyone has noticed that there's been a shift in how Kildare Split acts around each other. Rafe and Y/N used to be so close, they were always pictured together, and always shared stories of each other and for the last few years, there has been nothing from them. A behind-the-scenes look at what went down between everyone's favorite band.

The audience claps as the interviewer closes out the interview. The four of them stand up and start shaking hands with the man. One of the Jimmys or Seth or maybe even Jack. She doesn’t know. She just wants to leave. She’s so tired. It’s been such a long day of pretending. 

Y/n’s the first one to make it backstage, she breathes deeply, her back against a wooden panel. 

“Hey, you okay?” a voice comes from behind her. She puts on a smile and nods her head. 

“Yeah, Top. Fine.” He nods and gives her a half smile. 

Things aren’t the same as they used to be. They haven’t been the same in so long. Two years? Maybe three. Everything is such a blur. Time mending together. Touring helps a lot. It helps time pass, and it helps distract her. Being on stage helps too, that’s the only moment that she can pretend that everything is okay and believe it. She can look at Rafe and smile at him and it feels like before. 

Topper leaves her alone, he goes back to the guys, hanging back with them as they talk to their manager. She walks into the dressing room, gathering her stuff and waiting for Sarah to text her that they’re ready to go. 

Rafe walks into the room, alone. 

“Good job tonight.” He doesn’t look at her. He just starts shoving his belongings into a tote, grabbing some extra snacks that the show provided them. 

She’s so angry. Even still. Even after all this time. She wants to scream at him, beg him to explain himself but she can’t. So she stays quiet. 

“This has to stop.” He says, pausing his actions, still not looking at her. 

She looks at the back of his head. His hair starting to grow out from when he buzzed it, bleached from his album shoot. 

She wants to speak but she can’t. It’s like the anger chokes her up, this ball of fire stuck in her throat and she can’t get a word out because all that will come out is lava. She wants to hurt him. Wants him to feel a fraction of what she felt. And even then, she doesn’t even know if she’s in the right. Two years later and she’s still mad at him, even if she shouldn’t be. 

Sarah tried telling her to talk to him, to work it all out for the sake of the band. From her perspective, the band hasn’t suffered. The band is doing better than ever and she thinks that she deserves an award for not killing Rafe on stage. 

Sometimes she wishes she could put everything behind her and just try and be his friend again. They may never be best friends again, but she could speak to him at least. She thinks she’s civil with him though. He’s not dead so that says something. 

Rafe just sighs and sits on the counter, pulling out his phone. He’s probably texting her. His girlfriend. No, the fiance. The one he cheated on her with. Or well, sort of.

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Rafe and y/n met when they were 10 years old. She was friends with Sarah and always went over to her house. She thought of Sarah as her best friend until she met Rafe. Maybe it was love at first sight or a little kid crush but she grew attached. She would not leave him alone. Luckily for her, Rafe was the same way. He always followed her around, asking her to play when he saw her on the beach, at school, or if their parents ran into each other at the grocery store. 

They became inseparable and soon they added two new faces to their duo. Topper and Barry. It was early on that they knew what they wanted to do with their lives. They would put on shows for whoever wanted to watch. They would sing at the top of their lungs and smash around on every surface they could find. 

Soon after, y/n had asked her mom to put her in guitar lessons. She picked it up quickly but she always enjoyed singing more. She had bragged to Rafe about how fun her vocal lessons were and he convinced his father that he wanted to join too. It was contagious because soon enough, Topper and Barry had each claimed an instrument that they practiced every day after school for hours. They drove their parents insane. 

Rafe said that they couldn’t have two guitar players in the band and Topper refused to drop lead guitar so y/n did. Rafe was mad at Topper first but y/n reassured him that she could pick up bass quickly. They became Kildare Split on a blisteringly hot summer day in Barry’s garage. Sarah, John B, and JJ watching their rehearsal. After that, they played shows whenever they could. Dive bars, small fairs around town, and busking outside venues where established bands were playing. 

It took them from the ages of 12 to 17 to get discovered but they never let up. When they finally got signed to their label, y/n remembers crying in Rafe’s arms. She was so happy, their dreams were coming true and she was doing it with her best friends. 

Little did she know that everything would fall apart so fast. 

Childhood is pretty much lost when you’re playing stingy bars full of drunk people and drugs at 12 years old. She thought that it would get better once they had protection from managers and label heads. She was wrong. It almost became worse. Drugs were everywhere. At 17 getting drugs offered to you by a 50-year-old man who controls your entire career is pretty terrifying. She didn’t think she could say no. The boys didn’t think they could say no. It was intense. Some of them made it out better than others, and the others, well, that’s the downfall of fame at such a young age. 

There was an entire year where she probably spent half of it high out of her mind. She went from doing it out of fear of losing her career to craving it, needing it. Rafe was the same way. Topper had tried to help them both but they were too far gone. She remembers going on talk shows, but not which talk shows or who they talked to or what they talked about. She looks back on those days and feels a pit in her stomach. Losing such a big chunk of her young adult life that she can’t relive hurts. 

That’s when it all started. She was high and drunk, and Rafe was high and drunk and one thing led to another. They had never crossed that line before. After her initial crush went away, she had never thought of Rafe that way. When it happened, it felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over her head. She woke up the next day and immediately regretted it. She apologized to Rafe, told him that it could never happen again and bolted. 

That’s when she cleaned her act up. She couldn’t risk their relationship, for their friendship and the band. 

One thing she should have known is that Rafe didn’t care. He wanted her and he was going to have her. And who was she to shove all her bottled-up feelings back in their little box? Who was she to deny him?

So they start their little song and dance. At first, they keep it hidden from everyone. If Topper and Barry were to find out, they would be so incredibly upset and they would tell them to stop. 

She can’t stop. She doesn’t want to stop. Not as long as Rafe wants her. 

She gets clean and she tries to help Rafe get clean too. He relapses time and time again, crawling back to her, asking for another chance. She’s been there, she knows how hard it is to get clean so of course she gives him all the chances he asks for. 

They hook up on and off for a year. They never become anything official because Rafe isn’t in the headspace to be in a relationship. He needs to focus on himself and she wants to help him and if he needs her to be his friend, that’s what she’ll be. 

“You’re friends with benefits with my brother,” Sarah says stunned. Topper and Barry had found out and ran to her to get her to talk some sense into Rafe and y/n. 

“It’s not like that.” Sarah looks at her incredulously. 

“Are you or are you not fucking my brother?” y/n doesn’t know how to respond so she stays quiet. Sarah is scary when she’s mad.

“It’s not because he’s my brother, y/n. It’s because of what he means to you.” y/n shakes her head, smiling softly. 

“Sarah, I promise you, it’s okay. Rafe and I have an agreement.” Sarah sighs and looks at her with concern.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She should’ve taken Sarah’s advice. She should have put a stop to everything that minute everyone found out. She was too far gone for him though, she couldn’t leave him, not when he needed her. 

Everyone warned her. Everyone told her that it would end badly. 

“I just want you to know that if he does something, those boys will choose him. You’re the odd variable y/n, know that.” Cleo had said to her one night when they were in the tour bus, the boys off on a run. 

“I am just as important to them as Rafe is.” Or she had thought. 

On one stupid drunken night she tells Rafe that she loves him. He gapes at her not knowing what to say. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” She understands, of course, she does. It’s not like that between them. 

The doesn’t stop her from crying in Barry’s arms about it. She hiccups and sobs into his chest about how much she loves him and how he will never look at her that way. Barry just listens and holds her. She falls asleep in his arms. She feels so safe with him. Her best friend. 

Shit hits the fan all at once and so fast. 

Sarah sits her down one night after a show. Her adrenaline is still pumping, she wants to go jump around with the guys and run laps around the venue. 

“Sar, can we do this later?”

“This can’t wait.” The tone in her voice brings her back down to earth. It’s serious. 

“What’s wrong?” y/n knows it’s about Rafe before Sarah opens her mouth. She feels it, there’s a shift in whatever the hell universe she’s been living in. Her face feels hot, her ears are ringing, and she feels like she starts to shake. 

“Rafe is seeing someone.” Of course, he is. She’s y/n she’s just his friend.

A friend that he sleeps with. A friend that has stayed up all night with him as he detoxed. A friend who drove him to and from meetings, that drove him to rehab and told everyone that he was on vacation. She was the person that he would run to when any little thing went wrong, she held him as he cried about their career not going anywhere and having to go back to work for his dad. She let him sob in her arms about all the shit that they have been through during the lift-off of their career. She was there for him, always for him and he promised her. He promised that he would always be there for her that it was only her. That he only ever wanted her and when he got his shit together they could be together. He told her that he wasn’t sleeping around. He didn’t have time for girlfriends, he didn’t have time to put in the work on a relationship because he could barely put the work into himself. He told her that she was the only one he was ending his nights with and waking up in the mornings with. He promised her the world and it was all just a lie. 

Just as fast as her body starts shaking, it relaxes, she takes a deep breath and looks at Sarah, the look of concern still on her face. 

“Who?” she asks lowly. 

“This painter, named Sofia.” The name rings a bell. She thinks she’s seen her call Rafe a few times. 

“That’s okay. We weren’t dating.” Sarah’s concern grows so y/n smiles at her. 

“Let’s go back out there.”

“Do you want me to call Cleo?” Sarah asks. 

“I’m good, Sar.”

And she is. Or at least she’s trying to be good. She has no right to be angry. They weren’t dating. He doesn’t owe her anything. 

They walk into the room where the guys are playing video games. Waiting for the fans to leave the venue before it’s safe for them to leave. 

“Hey! Great show tonight angel!” Rafe says looking away from the screen at her. She gives him a short smile, her face pensive. 

Cleo’s words ring in her head, those boys will choose him those boys will choose him those boys will choose him.

She knows all three of them like the back of her hand. Topper's lip quivers when he lies. Barry doesn’t look you in the eyes. And Rafe, Rafe’s ears turn red. 

She has to know if the two boys, men, that she grew up with and calls her family, would keep that from her. 

“So who’s Sofia?” She watches as all three of them tense. She’s looking between Barry and Topper but she sees Rafe turn to look at Sarah with anger between his brows from her peripherals. 

She looks for the cues and hopes that she can’t find them. It’s hard to miss when Barry doesn’t look up from his controller but is frozen, quiet. She looks at Topper, his mouth open, trying to find something to say.

“I don’t know, some person we commissioned probably.” She can’t help the breathy sob that escapes her lips when she sees the quiver on Topper’s. 

She swallows hard, she turns to Rafe, shaking her head at him and backing away. 

“You’re a liar. You’re a fucking liar. All of you are.” She backs into the hallway, her eyes still floating from one to the other. 

“y/n-” Topper moves towards her but she holds her hand out and cuts him off.

“No. Stay away from me. I never- I-” she chokes on a sob. “ I never would have done this to you. Don’t talk to me, don’t follow me, just stay away from me.” She turns on her feet and books it out of the room and hallway, she hears Rafe chewing Sarah out but doesn’t stay long enough to hear what Sarah says. 

Things are awkward, to say the least from then on. She stayed in her bunk and silently cried herself to sleep. She wants to go to him, ask him what she could have done, ask him what happened and when he knew he wanted to stop things with her. He doesn’t come to see her that night, or the next night or the night after that. 

At first, she thought it was because he was giving her time to cool off but on the third night of complete silence from him, she walks into the dressing room of their show in Nashville and a pretty girl with short hair sits on the couch. 

“Hi, I’m Sofia. You must be y/n.” She extends her hand out and y/n takes it. 

“Nice to meet you.” y/n says. 

“You too, sorry about how things went down.” Y/n scrunches up her nose, her head tilting. 

“What?” She asks.

“I mean, I knew he had to choose eventually, he just didn’t get the chance to tell you.” She feels like she’s going to throw up. She wasn’t planning on hating Sofia, but she knew. Sofia knew that y/n existed and she still kept on seeing him. 

She walks out of the room. 

That same night, everything changed. If he had just apologized, if he had told her that he fucked up and he was too drugged up to think clearly, she would have forgiven him. That’s not what happened. 

She runs into Rafe in the lunch area and can’t hold in all her feelings. She needs to know what he’s thinking and wants to ask him to explain himself. 

“Rafe?” He doesn’t acknowledge her. 

“Can we please talk?”

“God Y/n, I don’t want to fucking talk. I’m so goddamn tired of you moping around this place like you have any right.” He explodes at her, his face red. 

“What?” She’s shocked, he’s never talked to her like this. 

“You’re just some girl I fucked okay? I needed to get off and you were always there. You were just a fuck. I don’t care about you like that.” He pauses. His words sank into her like knives. 

“I’m going to get clean for her. Sofia, she’s worth it.” He walks out of the room without saying anything else to her. She feels her eyes start to water, chills running up and down her body.

How could he be so cruel? How could her best friend of so many years say he doesn’t care about her? How could he disregard her feelings and belittle her to be just someone he fucked? She thought they were friends. She believed that they would come out of this situation unscathed but he didn’t even see her as a person. 

The people she thought cared about her most in the world, didn’t care about her at all. They all chose someone else. They didn’t choose her. 

She had never felt so alone in her entire life. And for the first time since they started their journey as a band, she wondered if any of it had been worth it. 

+++

“I don’t think it can stop.” It’s the first time you’ve spoken to him directly and not on stage or in an interview in years. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to move out of LA, back home probably or New York with Cleo and Pope.”

“y/n.” It’s not Rafe’s voice saying her name, it’s Barry from behind her. She turns around and looks at him, looks past him and Topper, and then back at Rafe.”

“I think we all know this has been building up and it’s getting really hard to pretend all the time so um-yeah I’m going to go, I need a break after the tour’s over.” She gulps down the ball building in her throat. She needs to get through this. She hates putting the band on the back burner and hates that she’s to blame.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe asks her, getting off the counter.

“It’s just a break. I think we should announce a prolonged hiatus and just do our own thing for a bit.”

“We have an entire third album to record,” Rafe says incredulously.

“I’ll keep writing and you can send me the vocals you want me to lay down. It’ll be fine.”

“You’re breaking up the band over some stupid grudge?” Rafe asks. 

“That’s not what I’m saying. I just need some time.” It’s not a grudge.

“You have got to be kidding me, y/n, come on. I know how much you love touring and making music.”

“I do,” her voice breaks, “I just need time away from all of you.”

“You need a break from us? What did we do?” Barry pipes in.

“You left me alone. You let him,” she points at Rafe, “belittle me and make me feel like nothing. You isolated me for two years.” Rafe scoffs. 

“You did that yourself.” He sounds hurt more than he does angry. He’s different now. He’s better in a way. He hasn’t apologized to her but he’s good now. He’s clean. He got clean for Sofia. Because she was worth it and y/n wasn’t. 

“Because I was hurt, Rafe! You broke my heart. I fucking told you that I loved you, I was honest with my feelings for you and you never said anything back and then you told me you didn’t care about me!”

“I wasn’t in my right mind.” The tears are still gathering in her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. 

“If you had just apologized to me, this wouldn’t have happened but you said some nasty shit and never looked back and I was just so alone.”

“Do you know what it’s like to have no one to talk to on tour for months on end? That’s what I have had to go through for years because I don’t trust any of you! Because you hurt me and never apologized.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s late but I’m sorry.” Topper is the one that speaks up. 

“Thank you, but it’s too late. I need some time. I need to heal so that the band can continue because I don’t think I can do this for much longer if I stay.” Topper nods, agreeing with her. She gives him a thankful smile and breathes in deep. 

“Okay, so we finish the tour, and a week or so later we announce that we’re going on a break. We’ll still write and record and we can even release the album but I won’t be doing press for it.” She looks at all three of them and nods. There’s a finality to her words. No room for argument. 

“And you have your solo album to figure out and do press for, maybe you can even tour it. You’ll be fine.” She says to Rafe, more words than she had said to him directly in a long time.

“I’ll see you all soon.” With that, she walks out of the talk show’s dressing room, towards the exit of the building. She was going to finish up this tour. She could do that and then she could rest.

[g1rld1ary]

masterlist 🦢🎀 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ 🎀🦢

anthony lockwood ✩

➻ sharing's caring

you meet lockwood at arif's and bond over your love of scones

➻ come home with me

your bus breaks down in the middle of the night and lockwood might just be your knight in shining armour

➻ bloody genius

after a long night of researching cases with lockwood, you do something you don't quite mean to

➻ jealousy jealousy (part two)

you and lockwood bond when you're his favourite waitress at arif's. maybe all that's needed to prompt a confession is good old-fashioned jealousy

➻ secret admirer

you've got a secret admirer ahead of valentine's day who seems intent on spoiling you

➻ to build a home

you're the only employee at lockwood & co who doesn't live at portland row, but you're beginning to think you should

➻ just blurry

lockwood rambles a lot when he's drunk and you fall victim to it

➻ what once was

you and lockwood hate each other -- you have since you were young. but when your teams have to work together, deeper feelings come to light

➻ ode to my family

(relicman!reader) lockwood tries to stop you from stealing sources for your family's business, he's quite persuasive

➻ opening doors

you're lockwood's secret girlfriend, but when he hasn't called you after a case, you have to go find him and reveal your private relationship

➻ miscommunications

you think lockwood likes lucy, he thinks you like george. neither of those facts are true.

➻ nice towel

the deleted scene if it was you and you were dating lockwood

➻ reaching out

l+co encounter a case a little too close to home for lockwood. luckily you're always there for him

➻ comforting him after a panic attack

remus lupin ✩

➻ kiss me on the dance floor

you and remus keep meeting in the bathroom at parties whilst holding your friend's hair back

➻ the way i see you

you're an artist and you wish your best friend could see himself the way you see him, but you endeavour to try

sirius black ✩

➻ tell me when you're sober

sirius calls you drunk at a house party and confesses something he probably shouldn't

➻ red carpets

both actors in different projects, you see sirius on the red carpet of an awards show and think he's gorgeous

➻ christmas eve

you finally meet your boyfriend's friends at Christmas eve dinner

➻ new year's day

you're scared you've just messed up your entire friendship with Sirius, but he might feel the same way you do

james potter ✩

➻ 5 people james potter didn't mean to kiss (and one he did)

title says it all -- james potter is a very affectionate person

➻ lifeguard!james 2 3 4 5 6

➻ a little man power

neighbour!james meets you as you're moving into the building

➻ overheard that she was nineteen

you're sad on your 19th birthday but james is there to make you feel better

➻ summer friends 2

you and james both get made head counselors at your summer camp but bump heads a few times in the process

➻ our names in the paper

footballer!james x sports journalist!reader enemies to lovers, 11k

➻ wrapping paper

you and james wrap presents together but he's not very skilled at it

➻ snowball fights

it's christmas lunch at the lupins and james is the only one willing to play in the snow with you

➻ too sweet MDNI SMUT

james is a munch and wants you to sit on his face... enough said

luke castellan ✩

➻ you never disappointed me

two three four five

10 things i hate about you!AU, luke gets paid to take you out so beckendorf can have his chance with silena

➻ unlucky

when clarisse can't drive you to your exam anymore, luke steps in as a favour and happens to be able to help your anxiety

percy jackson ✩

➻ pumpkin head

you and percy try the pumpkin head trend

luke patterson ✩

➻ new release

you find out luke is your neighbour only after blasting his new album all day, but he doesn't seem to mind

➻ sick days

you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

spencer reid ✩

➻ sex on the beach

chilli margaritas

you're a bartender at the bar the bau frequent and you can tell spencer doesn't like his beer.

elle greenaway ✩

➻ do i make you nervous?

the woman taking your witness statement is stunning and it makes you nervous

monty the crow ✩

➻ boys r dumb

you find monty after edwin rejects him (platonic)

trevor spengler ✩

➻ lamest place in the world

you meet trevor and have a fun night together in an otherwise boring small town

neil perry ✩

➻ love's light wings

you meet neil at a party and accidentally recreate romeo and juliet's balcony scene

[shdo-xplosion]

SLIMEBALL!AIZAWA X READER

Warnings: dubcon, explicit content, aizawa wrestles with his conscience but his dick wins, aloe vera as lube, talk of when reader was his student, almost somnophilia, fingering, p in v, creampie, cum play, fem-bodied reader, reader is white-coded, described as turning pink/red from sunburn

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: my contribution to the Wet Hot Slimeball Summer collab! thank you to @bastardblvd for letting me join! i’ve been wanting to write aizawa for a little while now and this just possessed me. hope everyone has fun with it, and make sure to check out the masterlist for more slimy content!

He should wake you up, give you a nudge where you lay in your beach towel, but Shouta can’t bring himself to. Not when he has such a perfect view of your body, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way your tits squish out from beneath you, your skimpy top barely doing anything to cover them.

Fuck, he should wake you up. Your skin is already turning pink. You’re going to have painful burn lines that will peel and turn into sexy tan lines, and Shouta has to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.

His sick mind. There must be something wrong with him. You were his student for fuck’s sake, and sure, you haven’t been for a few years now. Now you’re a big shot pro, one of the top 10, but he can still remember you sitting in the back row of his classroom, mouthy, obnoxious, still learning to control your quirk.

He remembers having to tell you to shut your mouth every single day, a mouth that he finds himself staring at more and more, lips parted and pouty, and Shouta wants to slide his fingers between them, feel your tongue on his fingerprints.

But he refrains, just bites the inside of his cheek and looks out at the waves.

The beach houses are nice, other pros having rented a few out for a nice little getaway. There are still heroes in the city to protect civilians, nothing to worry about. All Shouta has to do is relax.

He’s in a house with Hizashi, All Might, Snipe, and you, and his patience is running thin. Between Toshinori’s loud ass voice and Hizashi forgetting to turn on his hearing aids, Shouta is beginning to think that maybe he does deserve a little treat. Maybe he should indulge.

No. No. Ex-student. And the media would have a field day if anything ever got leaked. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it.

But hours later finds everyone back in their respective houses, resting after a long day in the sun. Hizashi and Toshinori are passed out and Snipe has retired to his room, probably also sleeping, leaving Shouta tired but awake, listening to you hiss every time you move.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a sunburn like this since I was a kid,” you whine.

“Should’ve put on more sunscreen,” Shouta replies. Or he could’ve just woken you up. Been an actual good person instead of perving on you in your bikini.

“I meant to! But the sun felt nice, and the waves were so soothing, and I just…”

“Dozed off. Just let all those UV rays cook you.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a lecture, Aizawa Sensei,” you scoff, and the way the old title makes Shouta’s dick twitch in his sweatpants. Fuck.

“You’re right, you’re right. How about I go pick up some aloe vera, then?” he offers. He needs to put some space between the two of you.

“What, I’ll stop whining?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

Once he pulls on a shirt Shouta leaves and makes his way down to the little shop at the end of the street. All it sells is beach stuff, but lucky him, that’s all he needs.

One bottle of overpriced aloe vera and a meaningless chat with the cashier, and Shouta is on his way back to the house. He wonders if you’ll lather it on in front of him. Maybe you’ll even ask him to help.

The lightweight shirt you had put on earlier must be too much for your raw skin because you’ve gotten rid of it, walking around in a t-shirt bra and little shorts. Have you gotten even redder?

“Oh, thank god.”

“Let me throw it in the freezer for a few minutes,” Shouta says, pulling the bottle out of your reach when you practically lunge for it. “It’ll feel better cold.”

“But Aizawaaa,” you pout, sounding a lot like a petulant child, crossing your arms only to whimper and drop them back to your hips.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Without giving it much thought he hooks a finger under your chin, thumb flicking your pushed-out bottom lip. When you don’t recoil from the touch, he fights to keep from pulling you closer.

Unfortunately, you don’t ask him for help when you apply the cold cream to your skin, but Shouta is granted a look at your hardened nipples through the material covering them, the icy aloe making you break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you for getting this,” you say genuinely. “It’s gonna make my nap so much easier.”

Shouta has always been good at hiding his emotions, so you aren’t able to see the disappointment he feels as he watches you retreat to your room, the green bottle in hand.

It’s fine though because an hour later he finds himself creeping in after you, eyes locked on your sleeping form. You’re lying on your stomach, likely to avoid the burn on your back that you weren’t able to reach. No blankets are covering you, the heat from your skin keeping you well warmed.

The bottle of aloe is on the nightstand, and Shouta reaches for it—room temperature now, and squirts some in his hand.

He’s doing you a favor, he reasons with himself. Your back is an ugly (beautiful) red, and he wants to help soothe you.

His hands on you don’t wake you immediately, just make you sigh and snuggle further into your pillow. Shouta gently rubs the remedy over you, as careful as possible. You feel so nice under his palms, so warm and smooth, the dip of your back calling to him. He could make you arch further, make your hips roll and buck. Your shorts ride low, waistband just above the swell of your ass, and Shouta wants nothing more than to rip them off, but he resists. Instead, he rubs up your sides, slowly and purposefully, fingers barely dipping beneath the elastic of your bra so that he grazes the sides of your tits.

That makes you stir, eyes slowly opening as tired little noises make their way out of your throat.

“”zawa?” you ask quietly, and his self-control breaks.

“Shh, just relax,” he tells you in a low voice. “It’s okay, m’just taking care of you.”

He sees your eyebrows furrow, and you try to roll over, but his strong hand presses against the small of your back to keep you from turning.

He unclasps your bra, squirts a generous amount of aloe between your shoulder blades, and begins working again. At first he thinks you believe that his actions truly are innocent. You can’t see or feel how hard he is in his sweats, how precum is already beading at his tip.

That belief is shattered when he moves his hands upward again, this time sliding under you to cup your tits.

“Aizawa!” You push yourself so that you’re sitting up awkwardly, but all it does is make it easier for him to grope you and press his lips to your shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” he drawls, smirking into your skin. “I haven’t forgotten about your little schoolgirl crush.” Because as much as you may have annoyed him in class, you still looked at him with hearts in your eyes. It was easy for him to deduce that all your smartass comments were just to get his attention.

“That doesn’t mean…” You trail off when he pinches both of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from you.

“Just once, sweetheart. You owe me after teasing me the last few days.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Walking around in your short little dresses, prancing around with these pretty tits falling out of your bikini tops.” He gives you a tight squeeze before letting go of the plump flesh in order to trail his hands down further. “Let me have you just once.”

You only resist a little when he pushes you back down on the bed, face down again. You’ve lost your bra, and Shouta is quick to pull your cotton shorts down your legs, revealing that you’re wearing nothing underneath them.

He groans, groping your ass, bouncing your cheeks before spreading them to show your folds.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he growls, running a finger down your slit as far as he can. You’re already wet for him—such a good girl—but he still wants to get you slicked up and messy.

Shouta grabs the bottle of aloe vera once again, covering his fingers with it then slowly pushing two of them inside of you.

“Ahh, fuck, ‘zawa,” you gasp. With your cheek against the pillows, Shouta can see the way your mouth opens, eyes wide as they flick around to whatever you can see. Your body is tense, but you aren’t fighting him, thighs parting a little more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. You don’t respond, just bite your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter. As long as you let him touch you he’ll be a happy man.

Pumping his fingers, Shouta stares at your reddened skin and gets the idea to mark you, presses his fingertips into your flesh then pulls them away, admiring the light circles they leave behind. Mesmerized, he grips your ass with one hand, squeezing to create those same marks just under the curve.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He punctuates it with a spank that makes you jolt, but you quickly melt when he curls his fingers a certain way. “You ready for my cock, baby? I’ll be gentle. I know you’re sore.”

A lie. He slicks himself up with more aloe then thrusts into your heat all at once, stretching you on his fat cock and holding you in place when you squirm.

“Y-you said… nnfuck.”

“I know what I said, but your pussy is just too—” he snaps his hips back and forth, eyes rolling in his head. “Too sweet. Can’t help it.”

Shouta tugs you up so that you’re on your knees, back pressed to him, and he knows the friction is hurting you, the coarse hair on his chest chafing your raw skin, but at this angle he can reach in front of you to play with your neglected clit, massaging it with two fingers.

“‘zawa let me… at least let me ride you,” you plead.

It’s a tempting thought, but… “you feel so good like this, though. So warm, taking my cock so well.”

He presses a hand low on your tummy, swears he can feel his dick moving, but he gets distracted when you let your head hang back to rest on his shoulder. Opportunity presents itself with your neck so open, and Shouta wraps his fingers around your throat, just barely squeezing.

He’s so deep inside you, cockhead nudging your cervix. Ohh, he wants to fuck you so full of his cum, wants to see you sprawled on the mattress dripping with him, wants to see you ruined.

Words stick in your throat, but your lips are moving like you want to say something. Shouta pants in your ear, “what is it, baby? What do you want?”

“Wanna—wanna cum,” you whimper, and now Shouta knows that you’ve fully accepted him. You’re not mad at him for fucking you, no. You want this. You want him.

“Cum, then,” he growls, nipping your earlobe. “Cum on my cock, I wanna feel your pussy—”

Your back arches painfully, sensitive skin pulling taut as you cry out and cream all over him. Feeling your cunt contract around him, Shouta fucks into you harder and deeper, using you like a rag doll as he gets lost in your climax, climbing to his own.

He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life, thick lines shooting from his dick and coating your guts. Shouta bites into your shoulder hard enough for you to yelp and try to slap him away, but all of his muscles are so tight that even his jaw is locked. His hips stutter as strings of white keep shooting into you, your used cunt so full of him that it starts leaking back out of you.

When he pulls out, Shouta scoops some of his cum out of you, dazed as he smears it down the pink of your spine.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, falling forward onto the mattress and glaring.

Shouta shrugs his shoulders. “Aloe works just as good as lube. Maybe cum’ll work well as aloe.”

“That’s disgusting.”

So is he. But at least he finally learned to relax on his vacation.

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize or repost my work to any other platforms.

[skelesunderthetale]

How about what they would do on a date? Like activities and stuff like that

What they would like to do with you

Characters: Blue, Dream, Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Goth

💞

Underswap (Blue) Blue would love to share his passion for sports and exercise with you! Going on a walk, at the gym, at the beach to play some volleyball and then cool off by getting in the water… Not only are they good habits, but also they are some things that he likes and wants you to enjoy just as much. If you aren’t used to sporty activities, if you had bad experiences, it’s okay! If you are willing to try stuff out, he’ll be empathetic of your experiences and make sure to be attentive and guiding. If you aren’t ready and prefer to stay in, he’s also fine with watching action movies, comedies, or even cheesy romance with you. At least he can cuddle with his favorite person meanwhile! Dreamtale (Dream) Dream doesn’t have much time on his hands, it’s obvious. When he has enough time, and when he can actually put all his attention on you, he likes to either stay inside your home to fully relax together, do some puzzles, cross stitch, read, or even watch documentaries. He only likes TV when it makes people learn things, good luck making him watch reality shows (he’s old). If you actually want him to take you out, he’d propose a nice dinner somewhere calm and cozy, or go on a walk in a special garden place. Dreamtale (Nightmare) Nightmare being himself, he hates going out during the day, or at least when it’s sickeningly sunny and pretty. He likes foggy weather, when it’s dark, and when you can look up and see the clouds almost hiding the moon. Speaking of the moon, that’s probably one of the calmest activities you can do with him: star gazing. If you are sleeping, he would bother waking you up so you guys can watch the sky together through the big window of your bedroom. Honorable mention to: reading! He’s an old soul (if he still really has one?) and can give you easily any definition you need if you have a hard time reading some of the classics he has in his bookshelves (you saw one that dated from… like… 1798…)

Something New (Killer) Killer loves cats. His hobby is to bring a new cat everytime he comes back from a mission at this point… So to cope with his lack of time that he can spend with you, he simply makes you take care of them with him. Feed them, make sure they are okay, pet them and play with them until they are all sleeping from exhaustion. If you are allergic… Well, he’ll have to think really hard to think about something else to do with you… Actually, he has a very enjoyable sport in mind :) He’s kidding! Unless…

Dusttale (Dust) Dust is a homebody, it takes him an enormous amount of willpower to actually get out of bed each morning to do whatever jobs he needs to finish before sunset. He loves you though, and his brother wants him to do what he can to make you happy. Thank his hallucinations, because they are probably the reason why you didn’t die during your first encounter… If you want to chill at home, well good for him! I mean… you guys! He’s not really doing anything though, he’s kind of just watching you do things. Will it be drawing, dancing, singing, watching a show or video, he’s silently watching. No judgment behind those eyes though, so don’t feel silly or embarassed. If you want to go out, well he just hopes it’s not somewhere like a festival or anything.

Goth (JessyDS comic version) Goth is funny to be around, and like his name can lead to think… he’s goth, and metal, and likes anything that sounds a bit louder than usual. He’s edgy, and it shows. If he was rich, he’d buy you guys tickets to every concert of bands he likes that isn’t a 10 hour drive away. And merch! IT’S EXPENSIVE. The number of times you saw him beg his dad for 10$ then beg his other dad for 100$ (Reaper understands his passion a bit more than Geno does…) When you go to a concert, it’s loud, people stink, the lights blind you, but it’s fine: at least you can feel his wings brushing your back. --- Author note : Im not a poser, and also comments are very welcome! Requests too! I love interacting with the community

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 6

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out.  Little angst, lots of fluff, handholding,kissing, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words.

Thank you all again and again for taking the time to read the stories I put out.

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Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing, your head is a little fuzzy but not nearly as bad as you’d experienced. Opening your eyes you flip the phone over to see it’s nearly twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Blinking a few times you make yourself sit up in bed flipping your phone on to see a deluge of text messages. Groaning you turn your phone off and stretch. Before any messages were answered you need coffee and maybe a shower. 

Showered and suitably caffeinated you finally flip open the text messages. 

Trevor: 

9 am: So what happened?

9:1 5:Hello?

9:30: Look do I need to call the police?

10:30: It’s been hours….

10:32: You never texted me when you got home

11:01: Okay it’s after eleven. You never sleep in. 

12:45: I am coming over in thirty minutes if I don’t hear from you. 

You reply:

I am fine, I just got home super late. I hope you’re not coming over

Trevor:

You scared me! 

Why didn’t you text me back?

How late were you out

Wait did you go back to his place?????

You groan squeezing your eyes close and drinking a healthy swig of coffee.

You: 

We went for sushi, then went down to the beach. 

Trevor:

That’s all you're giving me! What kinda 1950s dating scene is this?

You chuckle replying:

We stayed at the beach until 3 am. 

Trevor: Wait did you have sex on the beach

You:

TREVOR! 

Trevor:

It’s an important question. Don’t want to find out on the gossip train.

You:

why can’t I have nice things TREVOR. No there was no sex in PUBLIC, we kissed and held hands. Can I not do that????

Trevor: Are you secretly asexual? There is nothing wrong with that. I think it’s romantic. 

You:

I am going to become asexual if it means you stop asking me these questions. 

You could almost hear him laughing at you. 

Trevor:

You like it! 

You snorted and switched messages.

Walton: 

10 am: Hey beautiful, wanted to check in. See how you’re doing this morning. 

11 am: I was wondering about maybe going out to bar a city over next Friday? 

11:10 am: Promise I am not trying to kidnap you.

12:20 pm:  Thought you never slept in?

You:

Hey handsome, sorry I actually slept in. Kept me out past my bedtime.

I would love to go out with you next Friday, fingers crossed they don’t keep us late

You set your phone down, pondering if you still trusted the milk in the fridge to make pancakes. Getting up you get a refill of coffee, phone buzzing. 

Walton: 

If they do we can always go out saturday? Can’t be keeping you up so late. Got make sure you can keep up with this old man. 

You:

Oh I am sure I can keep up with you 😉

Walton:

Careful little lady, I might have to come by and test that theory.

Your face goes bright red and that heat coils low in your belly. 

You: Promises, promises, 

Walton:

If I didn’t have a zoom meeting in ten minutes 😠

You:

Maybe next Friday. 

You’re not sure why you’ve become a tease, but you’re enjoying winding him up. 

Walton:

Monday will be more like it.

You:

😜 Your trailer or mine.

Walton: 

Yours just so Trevor will stop texting me.

You let out a laugh, seemed like Trevor was also enjoying winding him up. You spend the rest of the day chatting with both of them. Sunday is a bit quieter, more zoom calls for Walt and Trevor had gone to Decon’s. 

*** Monday goes by in a blur, Walton keeps his hands to himself when others are around. But it doesn’t stop him from following you behind the food tent to steal kisses. You are now sporting a permanent flush and some of your co-workers are raising eyebrows. You are ever grateful that Trevor has kept his mouth shut. Liz is as pissy as ever but seems to be letting it lay. Katie has slowly warmed up to you again, why you weren’t sure. 

The rest of the week is pretty similar. Early mornings bleed into later evenings, the endless weeks have worn on you. Then Walton slides into your chair with his latest story and you feel like a weight is lifted off of you. The man once more touches you gently and gives you lingering cheek kisses as he goes over to set or costumes.   

Friday night rolls around and it’s going to be a long one. You fiddle with a few of your brushes when the door opens quickly. 

“We are being released. There was a fire on stage, and it looks like we are out at least until Monday,” Liz rolls in looking flustered, her normal perfect facade gone. She looks haggard and frazzled. 

“There was a fire on set?” You ask sitting up and feeling much more awake. Panic shoots down the back of your neck.

“Yep, green sparky left a light on too close to set.” Liz sat in the chair grabbing cleaner. You had stayed in the trailer to start tucking things away as Walton was off-screen for the first three setups. You are out the door before she has time to say more. You stop at costumes knocking at the door. 

Rebeccas opens it and looks down at you, she looks flustered but still has a smile on. “Hey, I am guessing you heard about the fire?”

“Yes, I did,” You say trying not to sound panicked, even though your mind is racing. The thought of him being hurt makes you nauseous. “Umm -is.”

Rebecca looks into the trailer, “Walt. You almost done in there?” There is a bunch of commotion going on in the trailer, with people moving back and forth, and different actors in various stages of undress.

You looked at her puzzled at how she knew you were looking for him. 

Rebecca turns back to you, “He never shuts up about you, so figured that’s why you are here,” She replies, and you immediately feel flustered, clearly rumors are moving again. 

“Oh- umm- Yeah. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Walton pops his head above Rebecca his fingers nimbly button up his shirt. “Be right out.”

You blush and look away, “Sorry, I should probably go.”

Rebeca waved her hand at you, “Your secret is safe with me,” she winked. You wonder not for the first time if you were the only one who was never included in the rumor mill. 

Walton pops down the stairs, and has on grey button-up sleeves rolled up, navy wash jeans. He tilts his head when he looks at you. You let out a sigh seeing him unscathed. 

“You okay?” He asks, his hand touching your shoulder. You nod your head, turning to walk back towards the makeup trailer. You really don’t want to make a scene right now, there were way too many eyes on you both right now. 

“I know I said we should go to the bar tonight,” Walton says, his fingers brushing against yours. You try not to grab his hands, just to know he is still there. “But maybe we should get take out at my place?”

You get to the trailer, unable to stop looking around. He looks right at you, the way he could focus on you was both flattering and unnerving. Especially as you are trying to keep things under wraps. 

“Have to stop and grab a few things first.” You say trying to keep your voice from carrying. “Have you pick me up again?”

He smiles, “I would pick you up any day.”

You are bright red, as you open the door and follow the man into the trailer. 

***

A large paper bag of Chinese food was acquired, along with a couple of bottles of wine. You both devest at the door, slipping off your shoes, and placing the wine on the counter. You watch him move around the kitchen. Practice ease, you watch his muscles move under his shirt. You were tired as anything but being in his kitchen, waiting to eat greasy Chinese food couldn’t have been more perfect. 

You grab plates from him, laying out the smorgasbord board of different food. The two of you scooped a little of everything, before sitting down at the table and pouring some wine. 

“I feel like I should apologize for having you over instead of going out somewhere,” Walton says taking a sip of wine. “I don’t want you to think I am taking advantage of you being here.”

You chuckle, “Don’t know what you mean Mr. Goggins. I thought you invited me to your place to play some chess and listen to swing jazz.”

Walton nearly loses his food at the comment, his hand covering his mouth. “Swing jazz? How old do you think I am?”

“Oh you got to be at least in your seventies,” You tease back taking a bite out of your spring roll. 

Walton coughs, “I didn’t realize you where into grandfathers.”

You choke a little, “Well to be fair,” You wave your hand, “I am usually good with trying anything once.” 

Walton sips on his wine eyebrows raised, “Anything?”

You nod your head, a smile spreading across your face. “Can’t say I don’t like it unless I try it.”

He puts his glass down, watching you carefully as you finish your cup. “I could make some coffee while we clean up.”

You grab his plate stacking it with your own as he grabs the glasses. You two make it over to the kitchen, there is tension in the air as you clean things up. He grabs a French press out of the cupboards aswell as some coffee and cups.

You slide over to the counter and sit on top of it. Feet kicking back and forth as you watch the man ready things.  Flicking the kettle on to heat the water. He comes over and moves himself in between your legs.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He whispers, placing hands on either side of your hips. Face inches from you.

You wrap your hands lazily over his shoulders, opening your legs to let him in closer. 

“No, you haven't today.” You lean in to kiss him, kissing him will never get old.

“You are stunning.” He whispers against your ear. Sending shivers down your spine. The kettle clicks and he's moving away from you. You watch him pour grinds and then water into the press. 

“Why did you wait so long to ask?” You inquire, moving your feet back and forth. Letting yourself briefly wonder if maybe the question was too forward.  

He turned to look at you, bottom lip caught in his teeth. “Umm-”  

Leaving the coffee he came over to you. Cheeks slightly pink, he tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“I - ahh. I didn't think you'd want to go out with me.” 

Your mouth falls open, “Are you serious?”

He shrugs, fingers fiddling with the outer seam of your jeans. You take his hand in yours using the moment to drag him back between your legs. Once he is there, you tip Walton’s head up to look right at you.

“You're so dumb,” You grin leaning in to kiss him. He chuckles and leans into the kiss, strong arms wrapping around you. “I am also dumb, 'cause I thought the same thing about you.”

Walton pulls back looking at you, eyebrows scrunched. “Didn't you just call me dumb? Seems like we both may have missed the sign somewhere along the way.”

You grin one hand finding its way to rub along his jawline. “Took us long enough.”

He smiled, “Trevor is never going to let us live this down.”

You let out a groan, “He is beyond impossible. I am gonna have a small textbook of text messages.”

Walton’s eyes glint, and he pulls his phone out. “Why don't we give him an update.”

You can't help but laugh, “Oh absolutely!” 

Walton flips his phone on turning on the camera he flips it to the two of you. You lean in and kiss him deeply as he clicks the button. The phone is placed on the counter as you wrap your legs around his waist. You pull out a deep moan that rumbles out of his chest when you bite at his bottom lip. It doesn't stop you from pushing your tongue in. Rocking your hips a little, the room feels hot. 

Walton pulls away, breathless, “If you keep doing that, I am liable to forget about our coffee.”

You let out a sigh, “I suppose a little coffee couldn't won't hurt.” You unwrap yourself from him. 

He moves down the counter as you slide off it. He mixes your coffee just the way you like it, handing you the cup as he fixes his own. You wait, watching him work, he turns and gestures toward the living room. You make your way over to the couch.  

Folding yourself up on the end of the sofa, tucking one leg underneath the other. You sip on the coffee, it is delicious and beats any store bought. Walton comes over and sits beside you, taking a long sip of his drink. Looking out the windows you can see part of downtown and the north shore. The lights still dazzling, as the evening wore on. 

“I know, before, I said I wasn’t sure you would want to go out with me,” He said looking out at the window as he spoke. “I tried, unsuccessfully to give you space. But the further I got away the more I missed being near you. Then when we went out for sushi, it all just kinda clicked. This isn’t conventional.” He gestures between the two of you. You hold your cup listening intently. 

“I am, ahh, older than you. And my life is not exactly straightforward. I don’t take relationships lightly, not that this is that. Or.” You can’t suppress the smile as he tries to explain himself. “I am terrible at this. I don’t want to move too fast, but also. I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

You put your cup down, and gesture for him to come closer. He places his cup down beside yours and moves over. Patting your lap, he slips down and lays his head on your lap. You run your hands through his hair, his eyes close and he hums softly against your legs. 

“I can’t tell you what's going to happen,” You say softly, “I am also not good at this, but I am willing to try. However fast or slow you want to go. As for the age thing, I don’t care, it’s never bothered me.” 

Walton’s breath slows and his hand slips under your thigh holding you close. You sit there a while longer, letting him just relax against you. Again you are struck by how simple it is, to just sit here with a warm cup of coffee and the city lights. You could get used to weekends like this. But as always he is moving sitting up and smoothing out his hair, grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip. 

“Would you like to come to bed with me?” He asks, you turn away from the lights. His eyes fixed on you, not hungry but curious. 

“I would like that a lot,” You say licking your lips and heart pounding in your chest. 

Walton stands up offering you a hand, which you take, pulling yourself to your feet. The coffee is left on the table as you follow him. Fingers laced together like they are two puzzle pieces. You pass by the guest room and there is a door at the end of the hallway. He opens it and you walk into the large room. There are floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the sea, a large king-sized bed on a wooden platform. The room is sparse, with two side tables with lamps. A large walk-in closet to your left along with a bathroom beside it. You wonder for a moment how often he has brought others back here. The thought lingers in the back of your mind as you wander over to sit on the edge of the bed. Walton has disappeared into the bathroom.

“I think I have another toothbrush in here,” He calls out, poking his head around the corner. 

You smile and move towards him, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

He’s blushing again and handing you the unopened toothbrush, “I–I umm. Just figure I’d offer.” 

You move into the bathroom grabbing some toothpaste off the counter and leaning against it, “I appreciate it, besides don’t want to have coffee breath. Would you happen to have makeup wipes?”

Walton thinks for a moment before he scoots you out of the way, as you brush your teeth. He pops up with a bottle of cleanser and a fresh hand towel. “I knew I had it here somewhere.”

You grin and thank him, he brushes his teeth before disappearing again. You take the moment to clean off your face and neck. Looking into the mirror you got a permanent smile on your face. Letting out a happy sigh you finish up, telling yourself not to put the cart in front of the horses. You walk out and Walton is standing there shirtless, blinds drawn. He slips into a grey cotton t-shirt, that you currently hate, and black sweatpants. Sensing you staring he turns around to see you. 

Chapter seven

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[avalil18]

(Series) Only The Young

Summary: you and Joe meet at OSU and start to get to know each other

Pairing: Joe burrow x reader

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September 10 2017

Y/n POV

It was a cool September day at OSU. The sun was shining but a crisp in the air flowed. I was heading out the door to go to my English class. I was wearing jeans, a white long sleeve Flowy top, and boots. My backpack was as heavy as a boulder and was making my back ache. Once I got to my English class I sat down on one of the auditorium seats and pulled out the moving table from my arm chair to put my notebook and pen on. After a few minutes more people started to come I wasn’t really paying attention to any one of them until someone caught my eye. It was one of the quarterbacks from the football team. He recently joined the class. I’ve seen him walk around before and I’ve seen him play. He is really good at football but I don’t understand why he is a backup. He should be QB1 from the way I seen him play. He sat down in the row below me. He fisted bumped someone who was probably one of his friends and pulled out his stuff from his bag. He was so cute. But I have to focus. The class was long but all I could think about was him. He was right there the whole time just being perfect. As the bell rang it startled me but I got up and put my book in my hands and swung my backpack on my shoulder. As I was getting out of the row to head out someone bumped into me. It was him! My books fell out of my hand and he went to pick it up.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry”-joe

“Are you ok?”- joe said as he handed me my books back

I smiled

“Yeah! I’m ok. Sorry that was my fault I wasn’t looking.”-you

“Haha! Don’t worry about it I wasn’t looking either.”-joe

“I’m Joe by the way, Joe burrow!”-joe

He puts his hands on the straps of his backpack clearly not knowing if he should shake my hand

“I’m y/n!”- you

“Well y/n it was nice meeting you,and so sorry for bumping into you.”-joe

“Don’t worry about it! And it was nice meeting you to Joe burrow.” -You say with a smile

Joe smiles big trying not to blush but I could definitely see it.

We both walked out and onto the main campus. He wasn’t a little bit behind me but I could feel eyes on me as I walked and knew it was him which gave me butterflies.

“Wait y/n,wait up!”-joe

I turned around to see his beautiful blue eyes and wide smile.

“Do you by any chance have the notes from last class? I missed them because I was at an away game.”-joe

I smiled

“Yeah! I was actually about to go to the library to finish them though. You can join if you want!” - you

Um! What was I thinking! Inviting the QB to take notes with me!

“Yeah actually! I would like that!”-joe

“Great! This way!”-you

Joe started walking with me and my heart was pounding. After a few minutes Joe spoke up.

“So, tell me about yourself!”-joe

“Haha! Well since you want to know so badly. I am from Northgate,Ohio which is right out of Cincinnati. I have an older sister and a twin brother! And I love dogs and the beach!”-you

“Oh!I’m from Ohio too! I have two older brothers!”-joe

“Really! Where in Ohio?”-you

“Athens!”- joe

“Oh I’ve been of Athens! My friends and I used to go there sometimes during the summer because there is this old house on the lake and where we used to hang out!”- you

“Yeah! The famous lake house! I go there all the time!”-joe

“Haha that’s so funny! People in Athens are so sweet that’s one of the reasons I’ve always loved going.”-you

“Yeah,they are really nice!”-joe

Joe and I got to work on our notes but we couldn’t stop talking and laughing.

“So you really only seen Star Wars once?”-joe

“Yes!”-you

“Damm y/n I really got to go take you to go see it. You have to watch it!”-joe

I looked at him in shock. Did Joe just ask me out?

“Let me take you out Saturday night! We can go to the theater right around the corner.”- joe

“Are you asking me out on a date, burrow?”-you

“Maybe…”-joe

“Well then it’s a date!”-you

“It’s a date! Here give me your phone number.”-joe

I handed him my phone. My heart is racing. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with Joe!

“Here! I will text you.”-joe says handing back your phone.

“Ok! See ya! Got to get to physics which sucks!”-you

Joe looks back at you in shock.

“You hate physics? I love it!”-joe

“What!! I can’t stand it! I don’t understand what Professor Burn talks about. Well I just don’t understand it in general.”-you

“How about I help you! You can help me in English and I will return the favor by helping you with physics!”-joe

“Ok! I got to go but text me!”-you

“Ok! Bye y/n!”-joe

“Bye Joe!”-you

I walked away with a smile on my face.

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Joes POV

I got into English class and there she was y/n. She was beautiful. Brunette hair, blue eyes, and an amazing smile. She’s very sweet and calm. She has a funny laugh that makes me get butterflies. She sits right behind me. I always find myself looking at her for to long whenever she gets called on.

As I was walking out I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped into her.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”-joe

I bent down to get her notebook and English book. As I gave it to her she smiled which made me get all giddy inside. I introduced myself and she did the same. We both walked out and I didn’t want to stop talking to her so I decided to say I didn’t do my notes and if she could let me borrow her notes. I actually did do them. All of it. I ran up to her and I asked. I then found myself sitting in the library with y/n taking notes. I found myself staring at her beauty. She was perfect. I knew I needed to ask her out. She got me. And not a lot of people really click with me like she did. She was different. A good different. So I asked if she wanted to watch Star Wars with me at the theatre even though i watched it millions of times. And she said yes! I gave her my phone number and turns out she needed help with physics which is my specialty. My plan is to take her out Saturday then maybe if she feels comfortable to come back to my place to study. Not to do anything else. I’m not that kind of person to rush into things like that and I know people are different when it comes to those kinda getting together things and I respect it. I was kinda sad when she left to go to class. I just wanted to keep talking to her forever. But now I have to plan the perfect night for Saturday.

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Authors note:Ahhhhh first one of the series! Yay! I hope you guys like it! This is apart of How you get the girl🩷✌️

[marcelwrites]

New Years was a trip. Worked for around 12 hours. Good money. Some mates came into the bar early, one wanted a non-alcoholic cocktail, the other wanted a pink gin & tonic. There was a woman among them named Sandi whom I’d never met before. I learnt that she was a nurse. It made me immediately think of the rates of infidelity in the medical and nursing fields (which I’d written a paper on at university). I believe that part of this is due to being surrounded by so much sadness and misery, and that you need to alleviate it somehow. Pleasures of the flesh. Soothe some of that pain you’ll inevitably feel in your soul. I kissed her cheek when she left. I thought of her as a real adult, rather than someone just playing at being an adult like myself. The band that played recycled the same 15 or so songs over and over again. Andy, the frontman, seems like a bit of an egomaniac, and kept insisting that they were a "family band". We spoke briefly and Andy mentioned to me that he'd heard I was in a band. I told him, "Yeah," he then asked, "What kind of music do you guys play?" To which I replied, "You make music to keep old people sitting down, we make music that scares them away." Dude laughed hard and said he liked me. About 10 minutes later his girlfriend came up to me and said she couldn't stop looking at me and that I looked like such a "fun person" and that she loved my look (I was wearing boots, ripped to fuck jeans, a sleeveless muscle shirt, a bandana, and a wide brim hat). Her name was Anette and I told her I'd seen her in the bar before. She stood there looking at me for a while and then said she wasn't drinking tonight because Andy "wouldn't let her." Anette then asked me, "Do you know of any other ways to have fun?" I could've approached the situation a lot of different ways but it was insanely busy. She was either trying to score drugs or fuck me. I told her I was sober and that I was already having fun, then I winked at her. She probably came back up to the bar a dozen times between 6pm and 12pm. I heard Andy talk to her like she was a piece of shit so I gave her a drink said said, "You're an adult, do whatever you want."

Later on in the night Andy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to play any songs with them and I told him that I would if they knew any Misfits tracks. "I've never heard of them," He replied. I showed him a couple of my Misfits tattoos and asked him if they looked familiar. "Sorry," He said. A bunch of people came in at around 9:30pm asking for coffees and I said I'd make them cocktails but I'd already cleaned the coffee machine at 6pm. At 10pm the fireworks started and everyone walked out to the beach to watch them. When they finished thousands of people cheered, clapped, and hollered. My uncle does the fireworks every year—and has done for going on twenty years now—and it makes me feel good knowing my family is so respected where I am. My dad would've loved them and I know he was there watching them with me in some sense. Before they finished I walked over to my boss's family and he gave me a hug and we finished watching the fireworks together. I've always had a great relationship with him, his wife is the one I usually take umbrage with over how the place is run, but ultimately, we have a great connection too; it's a difficult situation. She came to my father's funeral and that has always meant a great deal to me. It's a complicated situation and I believe that you can like a person wholly separate from how they handle business, but that's a different discussion for another day. After the fireworks the night was more relaxed and the sea of humanity in the bar became a trickle. A few rogue stragglers wanting a beer or a cold drink but for the most part it afforded me the opportunity to clean up the bar and have everything ready for when we closed. Before then though my brother and his friends came in and asked me to come around to where they were hanging out, I said I'd think about it. Then some of my mates came in and asked me to come to the pub, again I said I'd think about it. I got some texts asking if I wanted some company so I didn't have to sleep alone but I declined. It wasn't the energy I was rolling with and it was pretty fresh after my last situation had sort of petered out and died a cold, anticlimactic death. Sleep came easily and I didn't wake up until 10am this morning. It was much needed.

[lukahernandez]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { LUKA HERNANDEZ } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { HE/HIM } is/are ? they kind of look like { TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 30 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { 2 MONTHS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { GABI DIAMOND } from { YOUNG & HUNGRY }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { PEARL’S SEAFOOD BISTRO } as a { CHEF }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { GOLDEN RETRIEVER } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { SECRETIVE } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { CREATIVE } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 4 BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { CORAL COVE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

character information

name: luka hernandez

gender & pronouns: cis man, he/him

sexuality: homosexual

relationship status: single 💔

age: 30

birthday: July 10, 1994

place of birth: palmview, fl

occupation: chef at pearl’s seafood bistro

neighborhood: coral cove

time since arriving in Heartford: whole life, but back since november 2024

pets: orange tabby cat named “glinda” and black cat named “elpheba”

appearance:

faceclaim:  taylor zakhar perez

height:  6’

build: semi

eyes:  Brown

hair:  Black

piercings:  nostril, both ear lobes, industrial

tattoos:  pineapple on left calf, chef knife on right calf

personality:

traits:  creative & secretive

labels / tropes:  the golden retriever

mental health:  good

physical health:  healthy as a horse

likes:  making others happy, cooking for others,

dislikes:  ignorant people, action movies

fears:  snakes & some insects

phobias:  none

hobbies:  collecting recipes, working out, karaoke

skills:  touch their nose with their tongue

pet peeves:  people who drive slow in the left lane, Impatient customers

biography: tw; infertility

being born and raised in palmview was like heaven for luka. not only did he love going to the beach, but he loved the feeling of being in salt water. it was a family tradition for him and his family to spend at least one day a week at the beach. after the hernandez’s had luka, they found out that they were not going to be able to have anymore biological children. this broke their heart but it made them enjoy their time with luka even more. 

when luka was only five, they came home with another baby but this one happened to be adopted. not that they loved either of them differently, but luka loved the idea of being a big brother to someone. he wanted nothing more in the world than to be able to guide his younger sibling in the right direction. when you think about luka, it’s hard not to think about gabi diamond from young and hungry. he is always bubbly no matter the situation and loves nothing more than to be able to cook for people who are truly looking to enjoy their meal. it brought a smile to his face to see others enjoying his cooking. 

nobody else in the family cooked, not the way luka did and they were unsure of where he got it from but it was probably from him sitting in front of the television and watching gordon ramsay and bobby flay. he decided that’s what he wanted to do with his life and he didn’t care what it took, he was going to make sure it happened. luka excelled in culinary school and while in school, he met archara (archie) who luka was ready to spend the rest of his life with. 

when luka found out that archie had matched to john hopkin’s residency program, he knew that he needed to go with him. once they were settled into their life in baltimore, luka popped the magic question and asked archie to marry him. of course this was scary for him but he knew what he wanted and archie was it. the two were happy together until just a few weeks before their wedding and that’s when archie had up and left luka. 

luka was devastated to the point where he fell into a deep despair and was barely functioning. he was so hurt to the point he didn’t know what to do. work, sleep, and other things were all that was on his mind. His sibling though came to baltimore and helped him pack up his things before moving together to portland maine. they lived their lives there for quite some time until their mother had an accident and the first thing they did was pack up and move home to be with their parents so they could help out more and be home for the holidays. 

luka’s not sure if this is the final stop for him as he hasn’t had the opportunity of running into archie yet so he doesn’t know his ex fiancee is also back in town. something that luka has always enjoyed was seafood and so he got a job as a chef at pearl’s seafood bistro until he figured out what he wanted to do. he wants to be his own boss and not have to answer to anybody.

[lioma-art]

Hey I am actually curious about a post regarding Inko. I said in my tags she’s always seemed more a plot device to me other then a few times I kinda went: why? About her actions.

I am curious on your take if you would like to post about it. I’ve written her as bad, good, neglectful, dead and so on. I like hearing other opinions on characters. It helps me take a closer look into them and figure out if I’m biased, to judgey, not seeing it from another angle and so on.

Heya!

Your ask really surprised me, because so far, I found people to be at the one or other end of the extremes (good mom inko or inko bashing) - but hey, if you're willing to listen, I'm happy to talk!

Rest below the cut in case this'll be a veeery long post

Before I dive deeper into Inko's personality, I want to point out that Horikoshi designed her as a background character, which means that her actions must not drastically alter the course of the story. Moreover, she was likely designed around a stereotype or a handful of traits.

My guess is that stereotype is your average good mom.

In Izuku’s childhood, she lets Izuku watch All Might's debut over and over again, even though she finds it scary, simply because Izuku likes it so much.

I actually revisited that scene to make sure I remembered her dialoge right, and noticed something else: When four-year-old Izuku says he wants to be a hero, she looks worried. Of couse she does; she finds that video scary because hero work is crazy dangerous. All Might is smiling but there's blood running down his temple. Not to mention that there's a good chance Izuku won't have a strong quirk - she says neither hers or Hisashi's are "special".

She apologizes to Izuku after learning that he's quirkless because she's very empathetic (that video that brought him joy before now has him crying), and, more importantly, because she's powerless.

She is raising Izuku alone, Hisashi probably works abroad to secure their standard of living - and they live in a small apartment, not a three-storied designer house like the Bakugo's.

Their background is not poor, maybe, but modest, and Inko simply has neither the money, power, influence or even the emotional strength to make his dream of becoming a hero come true.

Buy support gear? Not in the budget.

Get an agency to take him on? No connections.

Sign him up for a martial arts class? Maybe, but then, other heroes can fight AND have quirks. They'd always be better than him.

Afaics all of that doesn't describe a "bad" mom, just an ordinary person with ordinary limitations.

On a side note - kids' dreams can change a lot. If Inko had been less empathetic she could've just said "we'll find another / similar goal for you". (which is basically what AM does later, but I won't focus on Toshi's rooftop speech here - that's a topic in and of itself.)

Fast forward 10 years. For later reference, keep in mind that Inko knows her son carries a dream in his heart she can't fulfil but wants to.

Now, the bullying at school is something Inko is very likely in the dark about. Izuku probably doesn't talk about it at home, and even if she noticed, that doesn't mean she was successfully able to stop it. Imagine Inko finding out and confronting the bullies (or their parents) - there's a chance they'll just be back the next day saying "little baby went crying to his mom". It can backfire.

She could have pulled him from that school (which is a pretty extreme measure, and there's a risk the bullying continues elsewhere) However, I think what happened in canon was that Izuku simply kept it a secret and Inko remained oblivious to it, because Horikoshi had no interest in telling a story about a mom struggling to protect her son from getting bullied.

Occam's razor: The right answer is usually the simplest one.

The same goes with Izuku keeping quiet about All Might mentoring him. You think she would have let him train with some stranger at a waste-filled beach? Hell no.

But if Izuku had told her / she would've figured it out by herself, Horikoshi would have needed to establish some sort of relationship between Inko and All Might, AND she would've had to know at least a part of the secret that made Izuku the "chosen one" of the story. Effectively, that would have put her much closer to the core of the plot.

That's not what you want with a background character. The story was meant to be about Izuku, not about Izuku's mother.

Still, what Inko did do during the 10 months of Izuku's training was to support his decision to apply at UA by letting him work out in preparation for the entrance exam and cooking the meals he asked for. She also sewed his costume!

I imagine she was just happy to see him so enthusiatic and determined. (Maybe worried UA would crush his dreams ... now that I think of it)

This trend of Inko staying oblivious to the main plot continues throughout the entrance exam, and I think it becomes especially obvious at the sports festival. Question: Why did Horikoshi chose to have her faint during the broadcast?

My answer: So she doesn't pull the plug on Izuku's UA adventure. She's happy he got a quirk, and okay, he isn't used to it yet, but I really don't think she enjoys watching him break his bones over and over. And at the sports festival, if she hadn't fainted, she would have seen Izuku vs Shinso and Izuku willfully destroying his hands going up against Shoto. He would not have been able to claim it happened on accident or that it wasn't as bad or something.

Who knows what she'd done if she'd seen it? Try to pull him from the school? Get him quirk councelling? Therapy? Forbid him from using the quirk until it's safe to use? (He would've used it anyway)

Whatever she would've done, it would've had a big impact on the story. So Horikoshi kept it from happening, and I don’t blame him, he's had about 30 more important characters and plot lines to juggle.

I get that "neglectful Inko" may be a result of that obliviousness being interpreted differently.

What else have we got?

Inko picked Izuku up after the Stain incident at Hosu. I'll have to look up the scene, but I remember her being besides herself with worry (again). Yes, Izuku comforts her throughout the series, and that's because he's emotionally more stable than her (not by a whole lot though).

Inko got her big scene during the parent-teacher meeting with All Might after Kamino. There's been some build-up to this: Izuku repeatedly getting injured, UA failing to prevent villain attacks. She doesn't want Izuku to get hurt over and over, but she can't take away his dream, either. She's not strong enough to tell Izuku to his face she thought of puling him from UA.

Then, All Might is sitting in front of her, and she is faced with a choice: Either to continue to sit idly by, worrying and despairing, or to use the only means she has to put pressure on All Might and the school. It took a lot out of her to make that stand. She's a housewife - a nobody, All Might's a celebrity. No wonder she's shocked when he kneels before her.

It seems like a very meaningful scene, but it doesn't interrupt the plot at all: Izuku remains at UA, Inko becomes just another voice telling Toshinori to live. But: She tried to stand up for Izuku, or rather, his well-being.

And even if she'd gone against her son's dream - it's still a parent's job to keep their children safe. Technically, she should have acted much sooner, but I imagine then we'd have Inko bashing everywhere.

You can blame Inko for being weak, for not being strict enough and for being too emotional. All of which are completely ordinary flaws. And if she were strong and strict and rational - she'd be the complete opposite of Izuku and probably not very likable.

PS: I got not much of a comment on Inko's appearances in season 6 and after - I'm not a fan of the whole "students becoming child soldiers" thing and the later arcs in general. All I can say is, that, when Horikoshi allows her to make an appearance, she's genuinely worried for her son for three seconds before Izuku's off to chase the plot again. Not even All Might could stop him at that point anymore - Horikoshi let class 1-A do that.

[wawamouse]

Hello, for the kiss meme Chico/Miguel a 10 (to get them to talk) or a 27 (on a place of insecurity) if you want! Thank you!

Wooo~ divine inspiration struck last night!

I filled both prompts, because... mm yes... tasty prompts... The first one is mildly angsty, but the second one is fluff!

#10 Miguel/Chico, To Get them to Talk

…And then there are some days.

Some days when Miguel’s eyelids slide open and the view beyond is dark and hazy, like the stormy clouds that blanket the sky before a hurricane. 

Chico brushes his teeth in silence, feeling that heavy weight in the air, a dark energy pulsing out from where Miguel hasn’t moved from his bed—won’t move until a couple of seconds before Count, or if Chico comes around and pulls him first. 

Get the fuck up, Alvarez.

He’s the shell of a man, an automaton—moving because he has to, but lost in the depth of his own head. Can stay there, too, drown inside himself, if no one comes to grab his hand before it disappears below the surface.

Sometimes Chico thinks about just letting Miguel slip away during these exhausting stretches. Ain’t his fucking problem—shouldn’t be, anyway, but somehow it is. Somehow, it pulls him in every time, like curious land dwellers roaming the empty beaches during the drawback before a tsunami. He can’t help but want to get a closer look, aware but not caring about the tempest that’s going to sweep him away, not a matter of if but when.

This time, Miguel snaps in the gym. Musta been Chico smacking his arm, jokingly telling him to pack it up—heavy bag’ll still be there tomorrow—what disproportionately pissed him off.

Shouldn’t have said tomorrow.

The motherfucker turns and swings.

Chico blinks and when he opens his eyes, he’s on the ground of all places, blood in his mouth, face aching and a shitload of inmates gawking down at him.

A hack is yelling What’s going on over there? and he scrambles to his feet, instinctive, eyes searching out Miguel’s who’s long gone, the fucking asshole. Maybe it’s good, too—he won’t end up in the hole.

But he fucking knocked Chico out, and after he’s forced down to the hospital ward, lips remaining tight, the hacks have no choice but to simply send him back to his cell.

Miguel sits in the corner of his bunk, pressed up against the wall there like a caged animal—like it wasn’t him who left the bruise that’s blooming angrily across Chico’s face.

Pulling the bloody cotton ball out of his mouth, Chico tosses it into the toilet, glancing pointedly at Miguel, who flinches at the splash of water. Good.

Chico hauls himself up to his bunk, a copper taste on his tongue. 

Silence, and then he hears the creaking of plastic, Miguel uncoiling himself, venturing out of his tight corner to poke his head up, dark eyes peering at Chico, clarity there now. Wariness, too, shame and regret outweighing the self-pity. Not enough to say anything, though.

Chico hears the telltale empty clicks of Miguel clearing his throat, and he pauses halfway to laying down and turning his back to the cell, waiting for an apology that doesn’t come—rarely does, in such certain terms, nah. Instead, Miguel comes crawling up onto Chico’s bunk, forcing himself onto the narrow space and making the metal frame sway as he gathers himself into a pathetic ball at the very end of the bed, crowded down by Chico’s feet, a hand resting gently on his shin and creeping further.

He doesn’t speak until his hand is resting on Chico’s knee and Chico hasn’t kicked him yet—is only staring impassively down the length of the bed at him. Too over shit to feel properly angry with Miguel for freaking out yet again.

Ain’t like it’s life without parole, you fucking drama queen, he wants to say sometimes. Doesn’t, though, or hasn’t yet. Will probably save that for a day he really wants Miguel to explode. Today, he simply keeps his mouth shut, tasting old blood and watching Miguel waffle about, trying to figure out how best to get back into his good graces without having to utter the precise words to fix it all at once.

The bunk shakes, Miguel shifting carefully closer, entangling him into Chico’s space. “You see Doctor Nathan?” he asks, hushed.

What’s it fucking look like? 

Chico blinks, inhaling what feels like hot air through his nose. It swirls in his chest, sparking and smoldering.

Anyone else and they’d be feeling real sorry by now—not in the apologetic sense, either. The bleeding from a shanking sense.

He’s already shanked Miguel before and felt nothing for it. He lets his lip curl into a sneer instead, seeing how Miguel grimaces in rueful understanding. “Well you shouldn’t have been standing so close,” he argues.

Chico releases a scoff, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed, jumping down.

The mattresses squeak.

Miguel follows Chico down to the lower bunk, crowding him more insistently in his own territory, a hand planting to either side of Chico’s hips, ignoring the arm he wedges between them as Miguel presses his face into the crook of Chico’s neck. His body is blazing—solid and heavy weight against Chico that moves with every breath he takes, the sound rattling in that same corner where Miguel had trapped himself earlier.

Now, his mouth drags against Chico’s skin, tongue and teeth grazing his throat, alternating with the focused nip of his lips, every movement perfectly designed to ease the knot of fury keeping Chico’s tongue tied, lips sealed. He knows he’s hard to ignore like this, but Chico holds out well enough.

Over Miguel’s shoulder, he has a clear sight out into Emerald City’s commons—can see one of his men glancing back with a questioning expression that turns into a shrug when Chico lifts a hand and waves him off. After, he cups that hand against the back of Miguel’s neck, fingers digging, making his shoulders rise.

It doesn’t exactly dissuade him from pressing closer, though.

“You forgiving me?” Miguel says, breath moving hot and damp up toward Chico’s ear. “Gonna say something, baby?”

Fuck you, he thinks.

Then:

“Ow—fuck!” Chico snaps, because Miguel’s face nudges the side of his, and his fucking jaw throbs, aching so sharply, he can feel the pain in his teeth.

The smack of his palm against the side of Miguel’s head rings through the pod next, followed by silence, Miguel jerking back to stare at him.

Goes both ways.

Miguel blinks, letting out a rough, amused huff. “Okay, I deserved that,” he admits.

Obviously. Chico presses his lips together, exasperation still there, simmering under his skin, demanding harsher action. Concrete solutions to a problem that feels difficult to define beyond the intervals of unrest it brings. Some days, Miguel wakes up in a mood that fills the whole pod with despair, and by dinner, he’s normal, and Chico’s concern feels like it was over something totally imagined.

“Fucking bastard,” he says.

“Yeah.”  

“Stupid cunt.”

“Yeah.”

Chico grits his teeth. “Cocksucker,” he says, and Miguel tilts his head, a small smirk flirting at the edge of his expression.

“Yeah?” 

The tension seeps from Chico’s shoulders, irritation not forgotten but rerouted as he reaches out, fingers twisting into the fabric of Miguel’s shirt.

“Yo, you suck at apologies,” he tells Miguel, who doesn’t need to be reeled in, moving on his own.

Miguel’s mouth is tender against his, eagerness tempered by caution, relief nevertheless felt in the assured way he carves out his space right there against Chico’s body. “Yeah,” he mumbles.

A returning kiss is all it takes to shut him up.

--

#27 Miguel/Chico, On a place of insecurity

His nose was straight, once—Straight as yours, he tells Carmen, fingertip riding down a smooth ridge, that perfect slope from brow to tip.

Chico blinks. Takes off his glasses, those black browline specs he only wears during a second or third day of lockdown, when he’s bored enough to start reading, crooked eyes skimming left to right, left to right. No, he doesn’t see double—can’t feel that eyelid that droops, why do you ask?

Just a little nearsighted, he tells Miguel, and Miguel doesn’t know if it’s a lie or not, because he leans against Carmen’s bunk and looks up at him, knowing when he was schoolyard-cruel, he would’ve teased the guy about it like all the rest. Is it a lie he tells himself to make himself feel better? Like that old shrugging, Broke it boxing… (Boxing, which he’s good at, which he impresses in, which softens the blow—hah. His nose ain’t as straight as it used to be.)

Still a handsome motherfucker, though.

Chico seems to agree, gaze sweeping over Miguel’s face, a look of appraisal suddenly there as he lifts his book up by his cheek like a shield and says C’mere.

“Why?”

He looks dorky as hell with the glasses on—like someone’s uncle—so it’s probably for the best he’s set them aside.

Chico rolls his eyes. (They move together, perfectly in sync in this action.) 

“C’mere.” And he peeks briefly outside over the edge of his book-shield—leans out farther off the bunk. Not like there’s far to go; Miguel’s standing right there below him, hands loosely gripping the edge of the bunk.

He doesn’t trace Miguel’s nose, one hand cradling his jaw. He kisses the bridge instead, a weightless brush of his lips that’s followed by Chico tilting Miguel’s face up—kissing his mouth before he can laugh or say What was that for? 

A warm impression lingers on Miguel’s nose as he smiles against Carmen’s lips.

Sappy bastard.

It's the third or fourth day of this lockdown. Miguel must be going stir crazy, stepping up onto the edge of the lower bunk to reach new heights, pressing into the kiss and feeling Carmen suck in a breath.

The book-shield lightly knocks against Miguel’s temple. Chico pushes him down by the shoulder.

“Whoa there, Miguel,” he says, laughter in his voice. His eyes are shining, roaming over Miguel’s face, fond. 

“Teasing me?” Miguel accuses, frustration in his belly the good kind as he watches Chico smirk and put his glasses back on, turning back to his once-more-open book.

“Wait ‘till lights out, querido.”

Too long.

Miguel groans and slides back down to his own bunk, hitting the mattress above. “Dick.” Not really.

“Asshole,” Carmen replies swiftly. I know. 

[jeonghaniehaee]

txt reblogs

master post

consists of txt fics i have personally enjoyed

order will go: name/link + author, synopsis, and my notes

you can probably tell my bias from all of my reblog lists…

read at ur own risk, some fics may be 18+ and not meant for minors

likes + reblogs for the original writer are appreciated from everyone 🤍

soobin:

all for a bet @/jjunieworld

choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they're a hopeless romantic.

notes: THE ANGST? THE FIGHTING? BEOMGYU LOWK BEING A BITCH? AAHHH THIS SMAU IS SO 💕💞💓💗💝💘💖

yeonjun:

📂 working on it..

beomgyu:

e-daters! @/suwbuns

moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

notes: it’s says to be announced so i’m going to assume it’s not finished but so far these are super funny and cute too 🤞(i might be a lil obsessed)

taehyun:

killshot @/wave2tyun

your life seemed to have taken a turn for the worse the minute kang taehyun stepped foot into the spy agency you worked at. wanting to take on a challenge to prove yourself worthy of the top position, your plans were turned upside down with his addition to the mission. you didn’t think things could get any worse, until they stated one clear, mandatory condition: the two of you had to pretend you were a couple.

THE ENDING IS SO CUTE OMG AND THE PLOT AND THE sSTORY OVERALL IS JUST 😭😭😭🥹🥹

february 14th @/jjunieworld

this has to be the worst day of your life. and just your luck, the day keeps repeating. over and over again. and you don’t know why. you get to relive the same day where you finally garner the courage to ask your crush, kang taehyun, out and get to relive the part where he rejects you each time.

notes: omg this story is so cute and even the parts of angsts are just *chefs kiss* istg all these taehyun writers are messing up my already taehyun messed up heart!!!

6:41 a.m. @/jjunieworld

you’re awoken early in the morning from taehyun’s alarm to go to the gym and decide to go with him. you end up distracting him from his routine with your staring and decide to encourage him with kisses to help him.

notes: super cute read and something to read after angst (read this after feb 14th from the same writer 🙏)

cherry wine @/wave2tyun

there were many things that you were good that. cooking, however, was not one of them. the minute your uni opened up a cooking course held by the culinary arts students, your friend made sure that your name would be the first one to appear on that list- without telling you about it, of course. but, what happens when the instructor is cute?

notes: this one is pretty sweet and such a attack to ur heart with how fluffy it is 🥹 a must read frfr

huening kai:

summer’s over @/hueningsloverr

many generations ago - like, many - your family purchased a beach house in a small coastal town a few hours away from where you were living growing up. and so, every summer right after school got out, you stayed at that beach house for a month and a half, until school started again. and it had been that way your entire life.

notes: omggg 😭😭 the emotions? the angst? it broke my heart but genuinely everything is oh sosososososo perfect 🥹

any recommendations to add? send in an ask and i’ll add it in🗞️

want me to make a different groups recommendation list? add in an request too 📃

[atombonniebaby]

Atom Bonnie Baby's Rat Man Starter Pack

MacCadooldles:

The Playlist.

A mix of songs that I listen to when writing! Some remind me of Mac, some are songs I think he'd listen to, and some are HC and Fic specific!

Rat-Man Garbs:

DadCready Screens Masterlist:

Swings - Happy Tears - Bedtime Stories - Pulling Faces - Happy Tears 2 - Sleepy - Sanctuary - Protective - Duckie Boots - Sleepy 2 - New Dwellings - Off to the Beach - Mr Huggy

A MacCrady Profile

Name: Robert Joseph MacCready

Occupation: Gun for Hire

Experience: Gunner (don't hold it against him) Mayor (from 10-16) self proclaimed 'ruthless little bastard' (still applicable)

Nickname(s): RJ, Bobby-Joe, Mac, Sasshole, Mac n Cheesy, MacGreedy, MacSneezy, MacSleepy, MacWeepy, MacEaty, SnarkCready

Age: 22 years old (no really)

Height: 5'8'' (Short King)

Build: Scrawny (130 lbs.)

Eyes: Bright Blue (pwetty)

Hair: Light Brown, choppy (hella cute)

Features: All sharp edges and angles, rat-like (but in a sexy kinda way)

The best ways to annoy/piss him off:

-Trying to make him carry your junk.

-Leaving him in the dark about what is going on and not letting him have a say in important decisions

-Being irresponsible and not taking the situation seriously.

-Using chems in front of him, knowing he disapproves of them.

-Not taking proper care of yourself (i.e., not wearing armor, getting enough food and water, etc.)

Molerats (anything that looks, walks, or sounds like one)

Murdering Innocents and sadistic behavior.

Abuse of Power (this is probably the thing he hates the most)

What he likes:

Wit, sarcasm, and smart-assness (loves it!).

Making MacCready smile and laugh.

Playfulness (MacCready can't resist).

Cuddling and being held (He'd never admit it).

A good listener.

Surprising facts about MacCready:

His guilty pleasure is Sugar Bombs and Nuka Cola.

He started drinking when he was six years old.

He has a high level of intelligence and enjoys learning new things (he likes to spout out random facts)

Named all the dogs in Little Lamplight: Muttface, Pete, Hooligan, Ginger, Bandit, and Rex.

Headcanons!:

If there were one word he'd use to describe himself, it would be hardy. He's used to pushing himself to do whatever it takes to survive, even when doing things that others consider crazy. MacCready is sarcastic, stubborn, and guarded—he doesn't trust easily.

He affectionately refers to his rifle as 'Baby' (but only in private).

He is surprisingly insightful and observant, noticing details that others overlook.

MacCready's past has left scars on him emotionally and physically, and some days are worse than others.

When MacCready is ill, it the more clingy and needy he becomes.

Hates being cold, so bundling him in warm blankets helps make him feel better. Will accept hot soup (but NOT cave fungus)

Self-consciously hates how his knees knock together and his ribs poke under his shirt. (due to having rickets as a kid)

When genuinely happy, he's all toothy smiles until he thinks someone might notice, and then he reverts back to his usual stoic self. (doesn't like his teeth)

MacCready is always smoking, his cigarettes resting between his lips as he goes through one pack after another.

His guilty pleasures are Sugar Bombs and Nuka Cola. He loves sweet things but doesn't have time for much food.

His mind is full of cuss words.

He also has a habit of tapping his fingers against the side of his rifle whenever he's nervous.

MacCready and intimacy:

He misses physical intimacy and closeness and longs for that connection again but struggles to communicate it. Insecurity eats at MacCready; he feels guilty about moving on with his life and letting go of Lucy.

When MacCready does allow himself to get close to someone, the things that draw him to you aren't lost on him. How your presence brings him a sense of peace and makes him forget about all the problems in his life, if only for a while, how you make him smile when he wants nothing more than to cry, and how you somehow always manage to look at him with such kindness, even when he feels he doesn't deserve it.

MacCready finds sleep with a new partner extremely difficult. After losing Lucy the way he did, having trouble falling asleep is now a side effect of his traumatic experiences. He often wakes up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep, and if his companion stirs, he's instantly wide awake, unable to keep his eyes off them.

He tells himself it's because he's trying to protect them, but he knows deep down that part of him can't stop wondering what it would be like to lose another loved one in a heartbeat. To find himself alone yet again... and being alone scares the heck out of him.

MacCready can be very vulnerable at night, especially after a nightmare. When he comes back to his senses, it takes a moment for the memories to fade away. Once they do, he gets flustered and tries to push his nightmares out of his head. He doesn't want his partner to see him as weak and break down.

As MacCready starts trusting you, he eventually reveals his troubles. He's more willing to seek support rather than deal with everything alone. He may still shy away from physical contact or withdraw after the initial breakdown. Once MacCready starts opening up, he slowly becomes more comfortable, allowing you to show affection and comfort him.

An ongoing conflict with himself is his attraction to men, which he has repressed for many years, believing that acknowledging it would question his marriage to Lucy. In MacCready's eyes, you either like women or men and not both. So, the fact that he harbors these feelings of attraction to men makes him feel guilty, ashamed, and, most of all, confused about his identity.

[songforeddiemunson]

Road Trip or Bust

My submission for @newlips' Milestone of Love event. I hope you enjoy tooth rotting romantic fluff with a splash of smut!

Eddie Munson x Reader (description vague for inclusivity)

Summary: Eddie and reader decide to take a Valentine's Day road trip to the beach, shenanigans (and road head!) ensue.

Warnings: language, a wee bit of angst, smut (oral sex, m receiving, intercourse implied), a beer is consumed, bad driving (don't try this at home!) 💘 This is NOT my best work but I had been procrastinating on this too much and I really wanted to get it out.

Word Count: 2255

MASTERLIST

Road Trip or Bust

It really seemed like a good idea at the time.

February in the northern midwest United States was a gray, dreary affair. So naturally, when your boyfriend lifted his head and said suddenly, “let’s drive to the beach for Valentine’s Day,” you were all for it. It didn’t hurt that he had been buried between your thighs only a moment before, making you amenable to nearly anything. If he had asked you to shave your head, you’d probably agree.

But it really did seem like a good idea at the time.

Eddie had enthusiastically loaded the van with a bag of doritos and a can of pringles, and the small igloo cooler in the back held six PBR lagers and two diet cokes. The closest beach was determined to be Pensacola, FL by eyeballing an old, ratty US map, which was then haphazardly folded and shoved in the glove box. It was almost a straight shot down I-65, and only would take a little more than 10 hours if there weren’t many delays.

You set out on a gray, drizzly midday, full of the kind of optimism and excitement that is reserved only for the truly young and inexperienced, ready to sink your toes into the sand before the end of the day.

You were only in the van for about three hours, about to cross the border into Kentucky, when you noticed the smell.

“Eddie?” you asked, turning your head toward him with a furrow between your brows.

“Yeah babe?” He replied, turning down the radio as he did so.

“Do you smell that?”

He paused, took a sniff or two. “No, what am I supposed to be smelling?”

“I dunno. Exhaust or something.”

There was a moment of silence as Eddie drove and you both inhaled the semi-stale air inside of the cabin, scenting for anything that would raise an alarm.

“Hmm, I think it’s just the normal van smells,” Eddie replied eventually. “She isn’t young anymore,” he said, patting the dashboard affectionately. “But she’s a good horse, aren’t you, Shadowfax?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the affection Eddie bestowed on his van. Eddie wasn’t exactly showered with toys and possessions as he grew up, like some of the more wealthy residents of Hawkins, so he cherished what he was able to acquire and maintained everything lovingly. Shadowfax, his van, was no exception. She was getting on in years and Eddie had limited resources with which to keep her running smoothly, but lord knows he did his best. He always did, really.

These musings resulted in a wave of affection washing over you that was so intense you thought you might cry about it.

“What?” Eddie said, smiling, as he caught your expression.

“Oh nothing,” you said. “I’m just happy to be doing this with you.”

Eddie beamed.

When Eddie smiled, I mean really smiled, it was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. It was almost as if the entire interior of the van on this dreary day was brightened. You loved making it happen; you loved that you had the power to make him want to smile that way. It made your chest ache a little in a good way, a kind of tickle that felt like fireflies bumping around inside your ribs.

It inspired you to give him a little Valentine’s Day gift, and you unbuckled your seatbelt.

Eddie’s smile faltered when he heard the telltale sound of the seatbelt clicking free and sliding back up into its holster. “What are you doing?” he asked, glancing in your direction.

Since the van had bucket seats separated by a center console, you rose up on your knees, and leaned toward him, extending your body across the console.  “I just thought,” you said as you reached for the zipper of his jeans, “that I would show you some appreciation for driving us all the way to Florida.”

“Babe, you don’t have to–” he began, but his words trailed away, instinctively lifting his elbows to grant you better access. He chuckled nervously. “Oh god, are you really doing this?”

You nodded as you slipped your hand into his boxers and pulled out his semi-stiff cock. You licked your lips in anticipation before bending to your task. “Just relax and watch the road,” you cooed.

Eddie’s breath quickened as you slid your mouth down his length to the best of your ability, which was a little tricky based on your angle and location, not to mention the fact that you were barreling down the highway at about 60 miles per hour. You pulled back up, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking in the process, causing Eddie to grip the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.

“Babe. God….” he breathed. “That feels so good.”

You released him from your lips with a small pop. “Eddie,” you replied, “you taste so good.”

“Fuck,” was all he could mutter when you returned to the task, sucking him off in the most filthy and lascivious manner you could, letting your saliva slather his cock and getting his boxers damp where they met the wiry hairs at his base. You had never given road head before, so you were determined to make this a memorable experience. It seemed to be working.

“Babe,” Eddie said with a breathy chuckle, “I’m not going to last long.” He released one hand from the wheel and fisted it into your hair at the back of your head, which was damn hot and sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core. You paused your sucking; you wanted this to last, so you licked a stripe up the underside of his thick shaft and swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting his saltiness and setting your heart ablaze.

You sank back down along his length, and Eddie’s moan was pornographic. We’re going to have to pull this van over, I need to have this guy inside me, like, yesterday, you thought to yourself.

“I’m gonna— oh god— babe….” Eddie could barely get the words out.

You hummed your assent a mere second before he spilled himself into your mouth, and you swallowed down his climax with a moan of pure lust.  Eddie stared straight ahead with glassy eyes, both hands back on the wheel, as he came down from the high of his orgasm. You rose up, and planted a kiss near the base of his throat, and you could feel his pulse hammering against your lips.  “Did you like that?” you said, suddenly self-conscious.

Eddie glanced at you and saw your worried expression as you buckled yourself back into your seat. “Did I like that?” he repeated with a surprised chuckle. “Babe, that was incre—”

He wasn't able to finish his sentence before there was a loud BANG, which nearly gave you a heart attack, and smoke began to issue from beneath the hood of the van. The engine shuddered and died, and Eddie flipped on his hazard lights as he steered the van to a rudimentary pull-off area, which was mercifully only a few hundred feet down the road. “Fuck!” he yelled angrily.

“What the hell was that?” you cried loudly in alarm, your hand pressed to your chest.

“The engine. I think it may have overheated,” he said with a clipped tone as he popped the hood and exited the car.

“Oh no,” you groaned, and you let your head fall into your hands. This was going so well, and now it was going horribly wrong. The anxiety spike you felt was quickly chasing away the afterglow from the blow job, and you had to fight back the sudden urge to scream. You took a couple of deep breaths, and pulled yourself together. 

You couldn’t see what Eddie was doing behind the open hood, so you also hopped out of the van and walked over to where he was rummaging around in the innards of the van. You stayed off to the side and out of the way; careful to steer clear of the hissing engine.

“I was just thinking we were gonna have to pull over soon” you said, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But this isn’t what I had in mind.”

Eddie lifted his head, and fixed his dark eyes on yours. For a second, you weren’t sure how he was going to react, but then his lips twitched up in the ghost of a smile. He snorted.

“I’m so sorry babe, but I’m pretty sure this trip is going to have to be canceled,” he said, his smile fading.

“Oh,” you said, and shrugged. “That’s alright.” You couldn’t hide your disappointment.

He wiped his hands on his bandana before coming over to you and enfolding you in a tight hug.  “I feel awful,” he said into your hair. “I ruined Valentine’s day.”

You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes. “Don’t be silly, this isn’t your fault. How could you have ruined it?”

“I’m pretty sure the engine was overheating for a while, but the fuse for the engine lights blew a while ago and I haven’t gotten around to replacing it. So now the coolant hose is cracked, and my antifreeze leaked all over the place. I may have even cracked the engine block, which would be a disaster.” He looked wretched. “And I think you smelled it earlier and I blew it off.”

He put his hands on his head and turned away in frustration, taking a few steps toward the scrubby woods by the highway and kicking a rock in the process. “I’m such a fuck up,” he said angrily.

“Hey!” you shouted at his back, causing him to turn and look at you. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that!”

He laughed. “Well, he is. Your boyfriend is a fuck up.” He shrugged.

“Eddie, you are not," you sighed. You hated that he felt the need to beat himself up over this. "Please don't blame yourself. These things happen."

"Yeah, well," he said, changing the subject and looking around the area. "All this rest stop has is a picnic table and a port-a-john, so I'm going to have to walk to the nearest gas station and call Wayne. I think I saw a sign for one about a mile back at the last exit."

"Okay babe," you replied, wishing this day wouldn't get any worse.

Eddie decided you should stay behind to watch the van and make sure nobody tried to break in.

“Bundle up, it’s cold,” you said, wrapping your own scarf around his neck. He smiled at you, thinking to himself that he was unbelievably lucky to have you, that there was no way he deserved you, that he would go insane if he ever lost you. You grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled yourself up to kiss the tip of his nose, which pinkened his cheeks noticeably. 

“Come back to me soon,” you said, and Eddie nodded.

“Don't accept candy from strangers," he said with a smirk.

"But what if I want candy Eddie!" you whined, making him laugh as he shut the van doors.

It wasn’t far and wouldn’t take long, so you passed the time by playing a few rounds of klondike solitaire with the deck of cards Eddie kept in the van, sipping on one of the PBRs he brought for the beach. Of course you were disappointed the beach wasn’t going to work out-- you were really looking forward to it-- but you were surprised to realize that the predominant emotion you currently felt was a simple longing for your boyfriend, who had only gone to the store.

Could he really be ‘the one?’ I think he might be, you thought to yourself, as you dealt the cards for a fresh round. I mean, I think I love this guy.

A short while later, the back doors of the van opened, revealing Eddie, who was flushed from the cold and exertion but otherwise fine.

“I called Wayne,” he said. “He wasn’t pleased about having to drive six hours round-trip with his cousin’s tow truck, but I’ll make it up to him.”

“I’m sorry babe,” you said, giving him a kiss on the lips. 

“Oh, and, I got you something,” he said, his eyes averted shyly. He pulled a single pink carnation out of his jacket. Your breath hitched as your chest flooded with affection. “I know it’s just a shitty gas station carnation,” he continued, “I only have a little money and it looks like I’m going to be saving up for repairs…”

You cut off his babbling. “Oh my god Eddie, will you shut up?” you were laughing, and you felt tears prick your eyes. “I love it, okay?”

“You’re not mad?” he asked.

“No, I’m not mad. Thank you for the flower; I absolutely love it.” You took the carnation from him and beamed.

“I just,” Eddie's voice had gone quiet. “I just really don’t want to mess this up, no worse than I already have anyway," he laughed, and you slapped him on the arm playfully. His chuckle faded and his expression turned serious.

"I– I love you babe. I'm in this for the long haul, if you are.”

You hadn’t made such a declaration to each other yet, and you thought your heart was going to explode. One tear finally did break free and rolled down your cheek.

“I love you too babe,” you said, and Eddie's face lit up like the sun again from a combination of joy and relief. “I'm definitely in this for the long haul.” Before Eddie could comment further, you grabbed his jacket again, and crashed your lips onto his as you pulled him into the back of the van.

You had time to wait, so you spent a good potion of it with some vigorous and creative lovemaking. Other people who pulled over to use the bathroom saw the van rocking, and would only shake their heads and continue on their way.

Was it the best Valentine's Day ever? You thought perhaps it was.

Thank you for reading, and Happy Valentines Day!

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