#I’m gonna sleep until like 2 pm now

[sideeve]

LIKE YOU !! + 42!MILES MORALES

+ ex!miles morales x f!reader

+ the reader is black in mind but i guess you can read it regardless🤷🏽‍♀️, based off of bow wow’s like you with ciara, ganke exists in earth 42 in here, miles wants reader back, i am NOT fluent in spanish so PLEASE let me know if i fucked up!!

“you can’t be fucking serious.” you stare at the package next to your feet. you didn’t even have to question who it came from. no one bought you package except for him.

[ name ] morales was labeled on the package. “oh he’s ballsy.” you laugh.

picking it up and placing it in the piles which the rest of the unopened boxes, you pull out your phone, dialing his number.

“hello?”

“hey ma.”

“enough with that ‘ma’ shit. why do you keep sending me packages?”

“what? i can’t spoil my girl.” he chuckles.

your knees practically buckled at the words “my girl”. you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss it.

“i’m not your girl. we’ve went over this.”

“keep saying that, ma. y’know you love me.”

“bye, miles.”

you click the red button on your phone, throwing it on your bed. “this boy is gonna be the death of me.”

and school was no different.

you kept finding letters and small presents in your locker. necklaces, rings, earrings. shit, sometimes cash too. you weren’t complaining. most of the items were things you had your eyes on for a while.

“you like them?” a voice speaks behind your locker door. “jesus!” you slam the door. “what are you doing here?” your voice comes out frustrated but you were actually glad to see him.

“you didn’t answer my question, nena. do you like them?” you purse your lips, making it seem like you’re thinking. “maybe. but you’ve got to stop sending me shit.”

“why? it’s my money.” “i’m gonna start giving it to people if you don’t. and you have balls for putting [ name ] morales.” you laugh. “i knew you’d like it.” he walks off to ganke, but not before ghosting his hand with yours, making a shiver shoot down your spine.

“ooo~” your friends tease from behind you, scaring you. “would you shut up?” “what happened to ‘i’ll never fall in love again’?” “i’m not in love,” you scoff, “and definitely not with him.” you roll your eyes as the bell rings.

“i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“you gonna go see him?” they snicker. not having the energy to give a verbal response, you flick them off, cursing under your breath.

8 pm read in your clock. all the studying was starting to put you into a sleepy haze. you had 2 hours left until your “bedtime” but it wouldn’t hurt to sleep early.

of course, you could never catch a wink of shut eye. a tapping from your window catching your attention. “miles?” he taps the window again, mouthing let me in.

lifting up the glass and moving aside, he steps in. “nothing has changed.” he notes. “what are you doing here?” you question, unamused. “what now? i can’t visit?” “do you not know how a break up works? we don’t see each other, we don’t talk to each other. nothing.” “see, that’s were you got it twisted. we never broke up. it was just a break.”

you laugh. “you’re crazy.” “llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero.” you buckled a bit. “mhm.” you smirk. “those boxes at my front door can show for it.” now it’s his turn to laugh.

“so, what’s it gonna be ma? we still together or what?” he steps closer to you, his lips ghosting yours. “i thought we were already together.”

“buena chica.” his lips close the gap between the both of you, igniting the extinguished flame in you.

llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero - call it what you want, mami. but i still love you.

nena - girl

buena chica - good girl

[gojo-enthusiast]

Kento Nanami ~

Wake Me Up

*Sleep Sex* MDI, 18+ Only! Kento wakes you up to a sweet surprise *😉* after working a long day fighting curses. Do not read if it triggers! Anyways, enjoy my first piece 😈

Word count: <2200

PSA: did not proof read, honestly I’m always horny for JJK men, so beware and stay tuned for more disgusting pieces. Also are we gonna talk about how fucking hot Nanami is in season 2???? Follow me on X (Twitter)

Like and reblog🫶🏻

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

You had stayed awake until midnight, taken your shower, exfoliated, & shaved.

"Ken should be home anytime soon" checking your phone seeing the time

6:00 PM

Getting yourself all prepped and ready for him to come home to a sweet surprise. You had been aching all day long, this morning he had been loving on you, slowly caressing your thighs, and right when he was going to put his hands into your heat, his phone starts ringing,

“Fuck. Who is calling me?” He groans grabbing his phone, “What the fuck does Satoru want.” He groans once again. Your husband was not one to cuss often, only when he was upset, (usually at Satoru) or when he was fucking you.

“What is it Gojo-San?” Nanami ask begrudgingly,

“Nanamiiiiii-“ Satoru says in a shrill

You didn’t hear all that was said, but the moment the called ended, your husband stood up and kissed your forehead.

“So sorry my love, but I have to leave. I promise we will finish what we started when I get home.” He says smiling faintly.

“Everything okay?” You ask, wrapping the sheets around you as he gets in the shower to get ready to leave for another day of killing curses. A job you hated so much, but you knew that him working his office job, was only making him feel suffocated, and had no meaning to his life.

“Yeah, just some curses. Nothing to be worried about. Satoru is out of town, I have to take the new kid Yuuji Itadori with me today.” He says washing his face, you see the bubbles of the soap form, and sink down his skin to the drain. You look down, and see his member hard as a rock, he looked frustrated.

“You sure we can’t fix that before you go?” You smirk, “Don’t tease me, or you’ll regret it later on.” He groans, you watched as he slightly stroked it in the shower, you watched, knowing he was about to burst any second. He wanted to fuck you right then and there, but he knew if he did, he would be late, and he wouldn’t stop. And then there it was, he had finished all over his hand, the water washing it off.

“Fuck. I wish that was in me right now.” You moan, “Get out before you tempt me anymore.” He says as he looks away from you. You do as he says, you already know how hard working your husband is, that’s why you spent the whole day pampering yourself, getting a facial, getting your nails done, everything that would make you feel and look done up. You knew how much your husband loved to see you all dolled up and manicured. I mean he didn’t work so hard for nothing. He always wanted you to be able to feel spoiled, and go definitely spoil yourself with his money.

But little did you know, your husband would be working overtime today. And you would be passed out by the time he got home.

Hubby🩵: Baby I'm running late today, I promise I will be home as soon as I can. I love you. - 6:02PM

Your husband is always home by 6PM, so you knew if he wasn’t, it was definitely something a little more serious. But you know your husband, he’s a grade 1 sorcerer, he will be home in no time.

As you lay in bed, watching some trashy reality TV, trying to stay awake. You look over at the clock

11:46PM

You feel your eyes getting heavy, the red wine you had drank during dinner finally hit you. And next thing you know, you’re cuddled under the blankets to a pillow, asleep, wishing it was your husband.

It was 1 in the morning, and Nanami finally made it home. Walking inside the house, feeling sluggish, and ready to lay in bed next to his wife, and feel her warmth.

“I need to shower.” He mutters to himself. He steps into the guest bathroom, which he usually does after a mission, because he doesn’t want to get your shared bathroom dirty. Washing off his day, feeling his muscles finally loosen up.

His phone rings again, it’s Satoru;

“What the fuck do you want Satoru?” Nanami hisses, “hey hey calm down Nanami-San, I just wanted to thank you for taking Yuuji, and taking care of those curses. Get some rest, and some ass. Ijichi told me how grumpy you were today. Take the day off tomorrow.” Satoru giggles to himself, “Was planning on it, now leave me alone.” Nanami says back, hanging up.

His phone beeps, showing that he received a text message,

Satoru Gojo: YOUR WELCOME, have fun😼

Nanami: 🖕🏻

Satoru Gojo: 🫶🏻

He finally turns his phone off, wrapping the towel around his waist, walking out the restroom down the hall, to your shared bedroom. He knows you’re asleep, there’s no way you stayed up this late for him. He walks into the bedroom, and your bottom half is under the blankets, while your top half is completely nude, and you’re sprawled out.

“Fuck, where is your clothes?” He mutters, feeling his cock stiffen, becoming erect. He climbs into bed, leaning in kissing your lips, then kissing your cheek, to your neck. “Damn it, I can’t do this while she’s sleeping.” He groans.

You had always told him how you would love to wake up to him in between your legs, but Nanami was such a “consent” man, which you loved about him, he was so respectful to you, and treasured your body, but you sometimes just wanted him to take charge and do something that wasn’t so good boy / gentlemen behavior. He remembered the conversation as he stroked himself next to you, “fuck it.” He says to himself, taking the blanket off your body.

Seeing your white laced panties, his cock at this point was throbbing. “Such a pretty little thang aren’t you?” He whispers in the crook of your neck, climbing on top of you, placing kisses down your neck, going down to your breast, starting the suck on your nipples. Placing his teeth in between your nipple, slightly biting it. Causing a moan to come out of you, while you were asleep.

“Mmm dreaming about me baby? You should wake up so you can catch the live action.” He says swirling his tongue around your areola and nipple. He started the bring himself down to your heat, sliding your panties down swiftly. “Oh how I have craved to taste you all day.” He says opening your folds with his fingers, gently placing his tongue on your clit immediately. He knew your body more than you did, and he definitely knew where you liked it the most. He quickens the pace of his tongue, sucking on your clit, you’re moaning in your sleep. Dreaming of your husband in between your legs, he doesn’t stop, wanting to taste your juices all over his tongue. He starts to rub his index and middle finger on your clit, rubbing it up and down quickly, as his tongue dips into your hole, tasting you deeply. Your eyes start to flutter open, and you’re moaning loudly now, seeing your husband in between your legs. “Ken-kento. What are you- what- ugh yes.” You try to ask what he’s doing, but he has no desire to respond back to you, his only desire is to make you cum over and over until you have melted into him. That knot in your stomach has finally snapped, and your finishing all on his tongue, he flicks his tongue up, tasting every drop coming out. “Ffffuuuuucccckkkkkkk” you groan bucking your hips up, practically humping into his face. “Yes baby just like that.” He says, still rubbing your clit, and abusing your hole with his tongue. He had one of your legs pinned down with his free hand. And the other one, was pinned down by his elbow, as he was still flicking your clit. As he continues to abuse your poor clit into overstimulation, you feel yourself about to bust. And there it was, exactly what he was wanting. You to squirt all over him, “KENTOO-!” You loudly moan, “stop, oh my god.” You cry out in pure ecstasy. You look up and see his face dripping with your liquid.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He says licking his lips, wiping his face with his towel. “Nanami-“ you pant, “yes baby?” He says, moving up to you, positioning himself to enter. “I missed you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he brings his head down and starts to kiss you, sticking his tongue in your mouth. “I missed you too baby.” He kisses down your neck, sucking on it, leaving hickies all over. Because why not?

“I tried staying up,-ugh, Kento I tried staying awake.” You moan, as he starts to slide himself inside slowly, he was big, not only did this man have a long cock, but the girth was the size of a coke can. So he always had to slowly go in, never forcing himself in too fast. “I’m sorry baby I was late- ugh, today was so-fuck, - it was- so-s-so stress-stressful.” He moans, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing cock, he felt like he could burst at any moment possible.

“Damn baby you feel so so good.” Kento says finally pushing that last inch inside of you. Stretching you out at full capacity. “This sweet pussy has been on my mind since this morning. Can’t believe I went the whole day.” He pants, starting to thrust faster, “yes Kento, just like that.” You’re moaning into his ear, “fuck me baby.” You say looking into his eyes.

And that was it, that was the string that kept your husband in control, once it snapped, he and you were done for. Your pussy was about to be his flesh light. He starts pounding into you, kissing your G-spot with each thrust, you had came 3 times in the last 30 minutes from his cock alone. He kept edging himself, you knew he didn’t want it to end. He would fuck you fast and hard, and as soon as he felt like he was about to bust, he was slowing down. “Kentoooo- cum inside of me.” You moan out, “not yet baby, I’m not ready to finish.” He groans, feeling himself overstimulating himself. “Baby you feel so good. We fit perfect for each other. You belong to me, do you understand?” He says, you know it’s not a question, it’s a fact. You are his, and he is yours. And he will kill anyone who tries to get in between you two. He even thought about killing Satoru, for calling him before he was supposed to even be up getting ready to leave.

“Kento, I love you.” You moan into his ear, cumming again for the 4th time, “yes princess, cum for me.” He moans, finally about to reach his high. He’s pounding into you, with no desire to stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes-yes, I’m gonna cum in you, princess.” He whimpers, groaning in your ear, “yes baby, cum in me.” Your moaning, and that’s when he finally does, shooting his hot cum deep inside of you. Feeling your chest go up and down. The sweat from his forehead dripping down.

“Damn, that felt amazing.” He pants, staying on top of you, not yet taking himself out of you. “It was.” Your panting in union with your husband. “I just showered too.” He laughed, finally rolling off of you, pulling you to him, to kiss you.

“I’m sorry I was so late today, today was long.” He sighs, kissing your nose. “That’s okay baby. I understand.” You say nuzzling your head into his sweaty chest, not a care in the world.

“Princess, let’s take a shower before bed. I’ll change the sheets when we get out.” He says lifting you up, seeing his cum drip from your core. “Fuck that’s so sexy.” He whispers to himself, caring you to the shower, turning it on.

“Princess?” He looks at you, as you step in the shower,

His cum is dripping down your thighs, and your cheeks are red. He felt his cock twitch in excitement, I mean you guys usually go a couple rounds, so what would hurt if you both went again.

“I know you’re tired, and I’m tired. But, I’m going to need you to bend over and hold the shower rail.” He says, you look over and you see his cock rock hard again.

“Yes daddy.” You smirk, you silently thanking the universe you told your husband to give you head while asleep. It was going to be an exceptionally long shower & long night.

[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[finnsbubblegum]

Try (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: I choose not to use warnings to avoid spoilers.

Summary (Series): You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight.  But he felt insecure.

Summary: Pov: you and Joel tried to conceive a baby.

Words count: 1.6k

A/N: This is part 7 for I Don’t Deserve You series. But it can also be read as a standalone. Hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Since that night when Joel told you he loved you, he asked you to move in with him. You said yes and now you lived with Joel and Ellie under the same roof. You got along with Ellie as both a mother figure and a friend. You woke up in the morning and checked the calendar. You realized you hadn’t got your period. Your period was always regular but this time you were late. You found Joel who was still sleeping.

“Joel..” You shook him gently.

“Hmm?” He was still half-asleep.

“We need to talk.” 

“What is it?” He got up and rubbed his eyes. 

“I’m late.” 

“Okay. I’ll get the horse and ride there with you.” He thought you were late to work.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant.” You shook your head.

“Then what is it?” He was confused.

“My period. I should have gotten it a week ago. I’m never late so it must be something.” Your breathing got heavy.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll ask Maria if we can get a doctor to check on you.” He rubbed your arms to calm you down.

“If-if you’re pregnant, do you want it?” Joel suddenly asked you.

“I’m scared but I’ve always wanted to have kids and be a mom.” 

“Then you have nothin’ to be worried for, okay? I’m here for you. It would be great to have a mini me or mini you running around the house. I’m sure they’ll be cute.” He comforted you. 

“Mini you. I want a boy.” You chuckled.

“Anythin’ you want darlin’.” Joel kissed your forehead.

The next day, you suddenly felt cramps on your lower stomach. You went to the bathroom and found out you got your period. You were disappointed. You were already excited with the thought of being pregnant and having a baby with Joel but now it turned out that your period was just late. You weren’t pregnant. 

You came home cranky. You were in the kitchen when Joel got home. 

“Hey, I asked Maria and got you a doctor. She said she’ll help us make an appointment.” 

“Tell her to cancel it.” You didn’t even look at him.

“What?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Just tell her to cancel the appointment.” You raised your voice.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Joel noticed you were in a bad mood.

“Nothing. Just PMS-ing.” 

“I thought-” 

“I guess I’m just late.” You scoffed.

“I’m going to bed.” You went your way to the bedroom and left Joel there.

After Joel took a shower, he joined you on the bed. 

“Does it hurt?” He cared about you.

“Hmm.” You replied coldly.

“Here?” He moved his hand slowly to your lower stomach. You nodded.

Joel slipped his hand under your underwear and gently rubbed your lower stomach warming it. His hand were warm and his movements were loving. You liked it.

“Feels good, Joel.” You mumbled.

He kissed your shoulder and kept warming your stomach until he fell asleep. But you couldn’t fall asleep. You kept thinking about the fact that you were not pregnant. You slowly moved Joel’s hand from your stomach and went inside the bathroom. You sobbed. Trying not to make any sound to avoid waking Joel up. 

Joel stirred in his sleep moving his arm to spoon you but you weren’t there. He opened his eyes and looked around. Then he heard your cries. He walked to the bathroom and slowly opened the door. You raised your head to look at him. Your eyes were red and swollen. Face was wet with tears. You’ve been crying for hours.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Joel crouched and tucked your hair on your ear.

You just shook your head. 

“Talk to me.” He sat beside you on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” You cried.

“For what?” He still didn’t get it.

“You wasted time looking for a doctor. We got excited to have a baby. And now it turns out that I’m not pregnant.” You explained while you sobbed.

“It’s not your fault, baby.” He cupped your cheeks.

“But-” 

“Look, we both got excited and it didn’t happen. But if it’s something that you want, what we really want, we can always try. I’d do anything for you.” He wiped your tears.

“Do you want to?” Your cries were calming down.

“Do you?” Joel asked you.

“I want to, Joel.” 

“Then let’s do it.” He gave you a kiss.

You were never married to him publicly. But you exchanged vows with him in front of Tommy, Maria, and Ellie. Since then, you and Joel had been trying for a baby. 

“Don’t do that. It hurts.” You stopped Joel from touching your breasts and playing with your nipple.

After a few months of trying, you were finally experiencing pregnancy symptoms. You were more tired than usual. You were having breast pain and your breasts got bigger and swollen. But you didn’t want to tell Joel, you needed more symptoms to make sure. You didn’t want to be given false hope like what happened before. Until a few more weeks, you realized you had gained weight and started to have morning sickness. One morning, you had just woken up and you ran to the bathroom to throw up. Joel found you crouching on the toilet and he helped you hold your hair up. 

“Baby, I think you’re pregnant.”

“I don’t know, Joel. I’m scared to find out. I don’t want to let you down like last time.” You shook your head.

“But I think this time you’re really pregnant.” He gave you validation.

“Let’s just wait for a few more weeks.” You didn’t want to go to a doctor to check.

“Okay.” Joel didn’t want to pressure you.

You went about your days like usual, went to work and taught kids. You were always excited to go to work but these days you were so tired and ran out of energy. You had bad nausea and vomiting. You were throwing up a lot and you couldn’t keep food or drink down. So you skipped your meals and you were dehydrated.

“So..when the-when-..” You felt dizzy while you were writing something on the blackboard.

Everything went black. You fainted.

“Where is she?” Joel was panting.

“She’s there. She fainted but she’s okay. Do you know that she’s pregnant?” The doctor asked Joel.

“I was suspecting it. But she kept denying.” Joel told the doctor.

“Well, congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. I gave her an IV. She’s dehydrated.” 

“Thank you.” Joel thanked the doctor and ran to you.

“Hey.” Joel rubbed your upper arm.

You were laying down on the hospital bed. 

“What happened?” You opened your eyes slowly.

“You fainted. You’re in the hospital now. You’re okay.” Joel stroked your hair.

“Am I sick?” You rubbed your eyes.

“No, baby. You’re pregnant.” He smiled as tears welled up in his eyes.

“What? You sure?” You propped yourself to sit.

“Yes, yes. The doctor just told me.” Joel wiped his tears.

“Oh my God. Joel..” You jumped and hugged him tight.

“We’re having a baby.” You cried.

“Yes, baby. We’re gonna be parents.” He kissed you.

You stopped working since you found out you were pregnant because you were weaker and your doctor advised you to get more rest and not overwork yourself. So you had been spending a lot more time at home. You learned how to crochet and made baby clothes. You got needy since you were pregnant and you always cried when Joel went on patrol. So Joel asked for less turn on patrolling so he had more time to spend with you at home. He helped you a lot throughout your pregnancy.  

People were starting to notice your protruding belly and you realized everyone was staring and whispering when you and Joel walked around in town. Ellie would yell “What are you looking at?!” at them whenever someone was staring at you. Ellie loved you. She saw you as her mother and she was also excited to have a sibling. You used to not care about them but you had been crying all night when you got home. You blamed the pregnancy hormones. 

“Baby..” Joel massaged your legs. He couldn’t watch you cry.

“I’m sorry. It’s the hormones.” You sobbed.

“Don’t listen to what people say. They’re stupid.” Ellie tried to comfort you.

“I know.” You nodded.

“What did the grape say when it got crushed?” Ellie was using her puns to make you feel better.

“What?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“What did the grape say when it got crushed?” Ellie repeated.

“I don’t know.” You were too focused on finding the answer and you started to forget why you cried.

“Nothing, it just let out a little wine.” Ellie chuckled.

You and Joel laughed.

“That was good, kiddo.” Joel stroked Ellie’s head.

“Thanks, Ellie.” You smiled at her. She put on a proud face.

“Oh!” You gasped.

“What is it?” Joel turned to you.

“It just kicked.” You chuckled.

“Where?” Joel was trying to find where the baby kicked.

“Here.” You moved Joel’s hand to your belly. Joel rubbed it.

Ellie came closer to look.

“Can I-” Ellie looked at you.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took her hand and put it on your belly. The baby kicked again.

“Whoa! That’s weird.” Ellie was amused at the feeling. 

“Can’t wait to meet you little guy.” Ellie whispered.

“We don’t know if it’s a boy.” Joel wanted a girl.

“We don’t know if it’s a girl, too.” Ellie insisted.

Joel squinted his eyes to Ellie and Ellie did the same. You threw your head back and laughed.

To be continued…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy @stevengmybeloved @happinessinthebeing @angelicbbsblog @aheadfullofsteverogers @mxtokko @bebe07011

[alexsoenomel]

Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction 

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

 Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure. 

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man. 

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky. 

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup. 

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other…  I knew I was falling for him. 

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together. 

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table. 

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed. 

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off. 

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon. 

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway. 

"Night, Dean!" I said. 

"Night, night!" I heard him say. 

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion. 

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery. 

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!" 

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe. 

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion.  Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me. 

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together. 

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips. 

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin. 

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin. 

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth. 

“From the best.” He simply said. 

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush. 

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room. 

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck. 

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip. 

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses. 

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds… 

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses. 

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead. 

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure. 

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away. 

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it. 

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well. 

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own. 

“And you’re a tease.” 

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much. 

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly. 

"You feel so good!" 

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push. 

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!" 

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!" 

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth. 

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear. 

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence. 

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound. 

[wekiamo]

fell harder pt 2

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: here goes part 2! this is a lil longer than my fics usually are, i hope thats not a problem! have fun reading 🤍 BTW SKEET IN THIS GIF BYEE that man is something else

pt. 3 & masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluff

you didn’t get to sleep a lot at night. maybe it’s the anxiety you’re feeling, knowing that today you were going to meet almost everyone you were going to see very often from now on. it’s not a big deal for you, the only big deal is that in “everyone”, skeet ulrich is included.

you fear you’re gonna get nervous and say something weird, act weird making him dislike you. if that was anyone else, it would be okay. but imagine skeet ulrich disliking you? that’s what you think for almost 5 minutes after getting up from bed, while looking at yourself in the mirror.

you figure out you have to convince yourself that he’s a normal person just like you, and that there’s nothing to be scared about.

“yeah, it’s not a big deal. so what if he doesn’t like me?” you tell youself, before opening your fridge and grabbing an apple. you continue talking “i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do. that’s it!” you sound more convinced than you thought you would be, and that makes a smile grow in your face.

you jump happily around the house, until you get to the couch and throw yourself on it. you turn on the TV and you start watching some kids show, too busy biting your apple to change the channel.

it’s silly, but you find yourself not wanting to change it, so you just keep watching it until you’re done with your apple. you turn off the TV, and start feeling sleepy.

you close your eyes slowly, and then you fall asleep.

—

“damn, that was the best nap i’ve took in such a long time” you say, before checking what time is it.

it’s 4 pm. you remember you didn’t ask dave what time you’re supposed to show up to dinner, then you make your way to your room to get your phone.

“Hey Y/n, meet us at 7. I can pick you up if you want to” 2:20 pm

“smart guy” you think “it’d be cool if he picked me up. meeting someone for the first time in their car would be a… would be definitely a new experience”

“hey, sorry for taking too long, i took a nap” 4:07 pm

“but yes! imma send you my address rq hold on” 4:07 pm

you send him your adress.

you’re hungry.

it’s time for Topanga’s Burgers - your favorite place in the world. well, not really but thats what you call it. actually, it’s just your favorite place to eat burgers. its really near your house and that makes you love it even more. you have befriended literally all the workers there. you love the fact they’re all kind and they really like what they’re doing, you really appreciate it. it makes you remember of how amazing would it be if you had a job you’d love doing. and your last job was definitely not something you loved doing, in fact, it was the complete opposite. you quit it not too long ago and you were living with your savings and your mom’s salary. she lives with you, but she’s on vacation now. anyways, Topanga’s Burgers definitely gives you motivation to keep working hard to get where you want.

you take a bath, put on some clothes you like, do your personal hygiene, and you leave your house.

“y/n!!” a worker greets you with a big smile on her face, leaving the cashier area to come and give you a hug.

“keisha! hey, how have you been?” you hug her back tightly, happy to see her again.

keisha is a 40 years old cheerful and awesome woman. she’s probably one of the most fun friends you have. she also gives you amazing advice about literally anything you ask her about. she’s the best

“i’ve been worried about you. it’s been 3 days you’re not even coming to greet us anymore!” she says, with a genuine look of worry in her eyes. that statement of hers make it pretty obvious you come here a lot.

“yes, and i’m sorry! but i got some pretty good news”

“save it just for a minute” she says, and turns around to call the rest of the workers to hear the news you have “guys, come here! y/n’s back with good news”

everyone in the burger shop starts looking, but you don’t really care. it doesn’t embarrass you anymore.

you greet everyone coming your way as they make a circle and adjust to it, to hear the news.

“come closer” you say, and they do.

“you know when i auditioned for scream 7, right? so… i did it”

“YOU GOT THE ROLE?” keisha screamed, as some other workers gasp.

“I DID” you reply with a big smile and a happy nod, as they start jumping and screaming in excitement as you do too.

“you’re not so useless, are you?” tom joked, and everyone laughed including you.

“but seriously now, who’s going to be working with you?” tom asked in a curious tone

“there’s someone special. really special”

“hurry and give us a hint” said angelica, a funny old woman who works as a cleaning lady.

“okay, okay, you’ll have to get it right. it’s this really hot middle-aged man who you all know i always had a crush on”

“no way. skeet ulrich? he’s going to be in scream 7 too?”

“yes ma’am!”

“guys, didn’t scream end in the third movie?” linda asked.

“shut up linda, let her speak” the old woman shushed her daughter, making everyone let out a laugh

“and i’m going to meet him. today”

“wait the shootings are already starting?” tom asked you.

“no, it’s just that the cast is going to have dinner together today. and i’m going to meet SKEET ULRICH”

“tell us more. where’s it gonna be?”

“i’ll tell you all after you take my order, ‘cause im like really hungry… please?”

keisha comes running to the cashier area, to get your order. there’s another man there too in all black with a black cap too, kind of covering his face - he's probably waiting for a while now since the workers were all in a circle screaming and jumping few seconds ago.

you watch keisha greet the guy and take his order, walking to the cashier area to stand right beside him.

as she’s there taking notes of his order, he looks at you and pushes his cap up, while you turn your head to see him. you’re now able to see his face.

“oh my fucking god” you think.

“hi, i’m skeet. what a funny coincidence! we’re filming scream 7 together, right?” he greets you with a handshake and a grin, as you turn your body to him and not just your head

keisha gasps. she starts laughing at your face as she goes to prepare his order.

there’s no fucking way. skeet ulrich is right in front of you and 100% heard you saying he’s hot and you have a crush on him. your cheeks turn red.

“hello” you say stuttering a bit “i’m y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you” your hands still in his. his touch is warm and you find yourself not wanting to drop it. but you did, before it makes the situation awkward.

it’s not like you love him. it’s just that you’ve had a crush on him for the last 15 years. not a big deal… right?

you remember your own words.

i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do.

“that’s it” you finish your sentence once again, but this time not out loud.

“so…” he starts

“here’s your order, sir. sorry for the wait, again”

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. i was called hot, you know”

he really heard you. “shit”, you think to yourself

keisha laughs. you eye her, looking done and she covers her mouth to stop laughing.

“i’ll wait for you”

“nice. he wants to sit with me. how awkward is that going to be?” you think, but you stop quickly “no. it’s not going to be awkward. once again, he’s just a normal guy who’s talking to me! nothing more than that”

“like always, please”

keisha nods, still with a smile in her face stopping herself from laughing again. she goes to the kitchen and start preparing your order.

“listen, i’m sorry. can you pretend you didn’t hear me? please?”

“right ma’am. you didn’t lie, though. i am indeed hot”

“hey!” you reply, chuckling.

“sorry, sorry. but you laughed”

you start talking to him, waiting for keisha to come with your order. she’s usually really fast with your order, but today it’s taking a little too long.

she’s definitely doing it on purpose for you to keep talking to him.

you’re really enjoying it, though. he’s a nice guy and you’re a nice girl, a perfect match. you seem to get along really well. you notice something quickly - his moves are gentle and not too fast. you’re the complete opposite, but you love it when people move calmly like this, it comforts you, you have no idea why.

keisha gives you your order as you thank her and gives her a smile.

“let’s go ma’am” he smirks at you, guiding you to a table.

“you come here often?” he asks, obviously making fun of you

“take a guess” you say and you both giggle.

“is it going to be your first time?” he asks

“hm?”

“playing a part in a movie”

oh.

“ah yes. i’ve never been part of a movie before. i’m really nervous about it to be honest. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to do my best”

“don’t worry, it’s not rocket science. all you’re going to do is pretend to be someone for a while”

“are you sure that’s all?”

“well, i told myself that exact same thing for every role i played and it went great”

“i’m talking to billy loomis right now, so i guess i’ll have to trust you.”

“yes, i’m a middle aged hot man, you should trust me”

you both laugh and he starts again “jokes aside, i’ll always be on set. if you need some advice, just call me and i’ll help you, ok?“

“thank you skeet. i really appreciate it”

you kept talking to him until you were both done eating.

somehow, this guy makes you feel comfortable around him. maybe it’s just your daddy issues, but you doubt it. this man has something in him that feels just right.

“we gotta go now. we have dinner with the cast, remember?”

“am i gonna have to see you again?” you joke as you get up and he does too, and he gasps ironically

“the middle-aged man here did not like it!”

“oh stop it” you say walking beside him to the exit and he chuckles softly.

“you want a ride home, kid?” skeet asks you, as he turns to you.

“no thanks, i live near here. you can go”

“okay then, see you later tonight!” he waves tilting his head and smiling softly as he enters his car. you wave back.

“wait”

“yes?”

“do you want me to pick you up for dinner?”

oh god. you wanted to say yes, but what about dave? wouldn’t he be upset?

“i’m sorry skeet, dave’s already going to pick me up” you say, with sort of a sad tone, trying not to upset skeet.

“it���s alright. dave, huh?” he smirks at you

“do not.” you reply quickly, raising your eyebrowns and lowering your head

“okay, okay” he laughs “see ya!”

you smile in response.

in 3 seconds, you’re going to process everything that just happened.

3,

2,

1.

“no way” you say out loud.

someone touched your shoulders behind you, making you jump with the unexpected touch, relaxing right after you see it’s angelica

“little girl you better tell me everything” she said with her hands still on your shoulders.

[livsateez]

missing you (jung wooyoung x reader)

something wooyoung holds dear to his heart are your facetime calls while he’s on tour. seeing you on his small phone screen helps him feel grounded.

each call is a reminder that he’s one night closer to having you back in his arms.

[tuesday - 12:45 am]

“hi woo!” you smile at your phone, you watch the small screen as he struggles to prop his phone up.

“y/n!” his eyes light up at the sight of you, feeling himself let the stress of his recent days leave him.

“how are you? how was the show?” his smile illuminates, making the screen feel brighter than it was. not that you minded.

“it was amazing! you should’ve seen the crowd, i swear it was our loudest show this whole tour!” you laugh to yourself, his happiness feeling contagious.

“i wish i could’ve been there, maybe i can go to your next home show.” his eyes light up when you mention a home show.

since the tour began, wooyoung has been counting down the days until he can come home to you. while he loved being on the road and seeing the world with his friends, he loved the feeling of being close to you just a little more.

“one more week,” he told you, holding up one finger. you smile to yourself, knowing the countdown all too well.

“one more week,” you repeated, completing the same action.

wooyoung smiled at you, blowing a kiss, as if to give you something to hold on to until he got home.

“it’s getting late, you should get some sleep,” he could see your exhaustion as you wiped your eyes.

“normally i would say no, but you also look like you could use some rest.”

“yeah, yeah. i’ll call you in the morning, okay?”

“okay. i love you, woo.”

“i love you more. goodnight!” he hung up before you could argue back.

[wednesday - 2:14 pm]

“—and then she had the audacity to act like it was my fault!” you looked down at your phone while you walked to your car, seeing wooyoung roll his eyes at the mention of your coworker.

“i knew there was a reason i never liked her,” you giggled at the sentiment.

“you’ve never even met her.”

“okay? but you don’t like her and she ruins your day, therefore i hate her,” he had an almost matter of fact tone in his voice.

you get in your car and prop your phone on the stand, putting your hands up as if to balance it once you have it in place.

“you look like you need a nap,” he tells you as you start the car.

“funny enough, that’s exactly what my plans were for when i got home,” he puts his hand to his forehead, giggling

“it’s almost like we brainwaved. like we’re connected or something,” you couldn’t help be laugh.

“i’m gonna go so you can focus on driving. i love you,” you nodded.

“okay, i love you too.” he smiled, blew you a kiss like he always does, then hung up.

[saturday - 8:37 am]

“you do know that if you don’t get up within the next five minutes, you’re gonna be late, right?” wooyoung usually never called this early, but he knew if he didn’t, you would’ve been late to your saturday shift.

“i don’t even know why i agreed to come in today, you think it’s too late to change my mind?” he nodded.

“i told you to tell them last night, but someone didn’t want to listen to me,” you glared at him, while he laughed.

“it’s not that i didn’t want to listen b—”

“but?” he teased.

“whatever,” he laughed again.

“now get up before you’re late and then you call me about how your boss was mad because you were late,” you tossed your phone to the side and he playfully gasped.

“did you just throw me?”

“do you want me to get up?” you laughed.

“my bad, carry on.”

wooyoung stayed on the phone with you all the way up until you pulled into your work’s parking lot.

“okay, i have to go. i literally have a minute before i’m late.”

“have a good day, i love you,” you smiled at him, and held up three fingers.

“i love you too. three more days!” you yelled excitedly.

“three more days,” he smiled brightly, and blew you a kiss as part of his routine, then hung up.

[tuesday - 5:54 pm]

you ran around yours and wooyoung’s shared apartment, trying to make sure there wasn’t anything out of place. you had been cleaning since you woke up, but couldn’t help but feel like the place was still a mess. you were wiping down your kitchen counter when you got a text from wooyoung

woo☀︎ ; i’ll be home in a few minutes, i can’t wait to see you!

your eyes widened and you looked around the apartment.

“this’ll have to do,” sighing, you typed out a quick response, and ran to the bedroom to change into something other than sweatpants.

about five minutes later, you heard keys coming from the door. you took a look in the mirror, before stepping out into the living room, waiting for wooyoung to finally get the right key to open the door.

to say wooyoung was excited to see you was an understatement. the second he opened the door, he threw his bag to the side and ran to hug you. he spun you around and covered your face in kisses.

“that’s it, i’m never leaving you behind again. you’re coming with me every time i go on tour,” he told you as he put you back down.

“i don’t think they’d allow that,” you giggled. you tried to pull out of the hug, but he wouldn’t let you.

“i can just put you in my suitcase, how are they gonna know?” he laughed and kissed your forehead.

“whatever you say, woo” you leaned your head on his chest.

wooyoung rested his head on yours, sighing contently. he was finally back home.

[smoshsfavoritepizzaplace]

omg i’d love to read your whole reaction it’d be so nice <3 as i’ve mentioned before, i unfortunately got to know 4 months late

Ok great! I haven’t written it yet, but since I plan on writing EVERYTHING down, it will probably be long, so strap in. Ps. This probably won’t be very interesting, it’s not that crazy of a story but it’s one of the only things I can remember in its entirety since like I always say, I have a horrible memory for the most part so I’m proud I haven’t forgotten yet. Anyway, here’s the story…

So I have a bad sleep schedule and I wake up at 2pm every day. (I dont think it’s THAT bad but it could be better. I just don’t really do anything for me to have to wake up early.) Anyway, I wake up, make my bed, and head to the bathroom as one does. I start brushing my teeth with my phone next to the sink to count the two minutes for my brushing, so as I’m doing that, I’m scrolling through my notifications to see if there was anything I missed. When I tell you I had SO MANY notifications from this app, i was scrolling through so much. Now remember, I’m just scrolling my notification wall so I can’t see the whole posts, just a little bit of what was written. But one notification in particular caught my eye, a blog answered an ask that said “I KNEW IT! FINALLY.” And I was like, they knew what? What in the world happened? So I head over to Instagram and this was I think the first thing I see:

Now as you can tell, this photo is a bit dark and I always have my darkness turned down, so I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I then turned my brightness all the way up and my jaw dropped. Good thing I was home alone bc I remember yelling at the top of my lungs “THEY GOT MARRIED!” I was so ecstatic, I immediately stopped brushing my teeth and ran to my couch. I finally went to see all the tumblr posts I missed and it was so bizarre seeing everyone and myself included freak out over this. (Just to add, they posted this around 12-1pm my time so it wasnt too far after.) After some time, I finally got the courage to go to the actual insta post they made since I was just seeing reposts of it. I think I spent multiple minutes looking at each and every photo in that slide individually and I was physically shaking, not an exaggeration. And I was like omg I can’t believe this is happening. I then head over Twitter after some time and they straight up nuked my entire home feed. That’s when I started seeing people say the possibility of it being a prank. Then if I’m being honest, a part of me was like, what if this is a prank? But I quickly snapped out of it within seconds lol. Then I got another tumblr notification showing that the smosh mouth was premiering at I think it was 3 or 4 pm, and I completely forgot it was Monday. So if I recall correctly, it was still around 45 minutes away. So I tried to calm myself down (still haven’t lol) and I’m just still scrolling through everyone’s reactions until the time came. I go to the premiere and after a minute or two, the countdown started… when the podcast faded into angela dressed as Shayne, I’m not gonna lie, my heart sank. I truly believed they were talking about the wedding and doing a tell all. Looking back, that was absolutely hilarious, but at the time I was not laughing. Do you know how long that 45 minutes waiting for the podcast felt? It felt like 45 DAYS, so to get that I was very disappointed. But as it was going on, I started to ease up a bit and admit that they got me good. Then towards the end of the episode when Amanda and Shayne came in, I really thought they were gonna do another REAL hour of the pod, but they just stayed to end the video. My poor heart was really going through it that day. And the funny part of it is that there was a music award show I was planning on watching that came out like 2 hours later. Do you think I payed any attention to that? No. My brain was on shourtney the entire day year. I still can’t tell you how that award went lol. But anyway, I was just freaking out and I literally could not relax. I just kept going through everyone’s posts about it and my mind was just 100% Courtney and Shayne to 0% anything else. Then, at around 11 pm, Shayne posted this

I seen a lot of people say they thought this whole thing was fake bc they never kissed in any of the photos, so then he drops this. When I seen it, I felt like I just had seen the cutest group of puppies being adorable and my heart started fluttering. Since that I think was the last new post of that day, my story pretty much ends there. And if you’re wondering how I felt about the other stuff like the other batch of wedding photos, the celebration, and the bachelorette/bachelor party, it was pretty much the same thing, but on a bit tamer level bc nothing will ever beat how I felt April 1st. But yeah, I hope you enjoyed this, I tried to be as descriptive as possible so I know there’s a lot of details that could’ve been left out, but I wanted you to try to be immersed in how I felt as much as possible 😊👍

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm outta my head over you Pt. 7

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | AO3 | playlist

this is the last chap of my steddie week fic!! i have a little blurb i may do for tomorrow's open ended prompt, but for now, here's the last @steddie-week prompt: misunderstandings

Robin stops him as they’re herding the gremlins into their respective vehicles. You’d think that after nearly five hours of spending the four barely adults’ money would be enough time at the arcade. But no. They’re all fighting them on leaving. As if they all won’t be asleep by the time they get home.

“Once you get it done, you may want to get up early.”

“Uh..what?”

“Steve always goes for a run at like ass o’clock in the morning.” she’s speaking low and fast to try and not draw attention to them, but their normal level of volume with one another is normally 100 times louder than this, so she’s really doing the exact opposite. “If you get up early enough, you can leave it for him while he’s gone.”

“Okayokay, I got it! Now stop making this weird.”

She looks around to find Steve already staring at the two of them questioningly.

“Oh shit… OKAY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE EDDIE.” she practically yells.

“What the hell, Robin? I don’t have a date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great!” she’s walking away already, shrugging like even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said that. “Call me when you’re home!”

Eddie smacks his palm against his forehead and turns to his van, not even daring to look at Steve again.

He finally does dare once he’s in his van and has started moving, giving Steve a ‘nothing wrong or weird here’ wave as he pulls away.

The expression on Steve’s face is indiscernible. Somewhere stuck between totally blank, and the most devastated look he’s ever seen.

Damnit, Robin.

He only ended up with Max in his van on the way back, so when they get back, he helps her inside, and resigns himself to staying up all night to finish the tape.

He pulls in next to Wayne’s truck at the same time his uncle is coming out the front door, a dufflebag in hand. 

“You off to work early old man?” and he asks as he gets out of his van, it’s only about 9 PM now and his uncle doesn’t usually go in until near midnight. 

“Yep, gettin’ some dinner with the fellas before we head in. Gotta leave shift early to go visit yer aunt.”

Ah. “That time of year is it?”

“Yep, I’ll see ya tomorrow evenin’, son. Don’t be getting into any trouble, y’hear?”

Eddie just shrugs. “You know me.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Wayne says with a crinkly smirk.

He gives his uncle a short hug, and Wayne kisses the top of his head with another ‘be safe’.

Then, because he’s agonizing about it, Eddie spends the next couple hours cleaning the trailer instead of picking the last two songs that will go on his side (listening to said tape while he does).

He’s still got some ideas from before, but only a couple good ones..and not all of them will fit in the time he’s estimated is left on the B side.

It isn’t until he gets to Be My Baby on his second listen through that he knows which one he’s going to add next.

After he’s got that one figured out and recorded, there definitely isn’t enough room left for the rest of the picks, so he adds the one he thinks says the most about how he feels about Steve, the one that says everything he needs to say.

-----

“Robin did say ‘ass o’clock’,” Eddie says to himself, glancing at the clock in his dashboard.

5:13. Yeah, that sounds right.

Eddie lets out a huge cracking yawn. Okay, he’s definitely gonna crash once he gets back to the trailer. He was so wired after finally finishing the tape, he couldn’t sleep even though he wanted to.

He makes it to Steve's street and parks up the road a bit (not wanting the rattle of his van to alert Steve to his presence if he hadn’t left yet), and walks the last leg. The tape in his pocket feels like it weighs a million pounds.

When he finally rounds the bushes at the front edge of Steve’s yard, Eddie feels every cell in his body seize up at once.

Nancy’s car is in the driveway.

What the–

Suddenly, the front door opens. He dives back behind the bushes, peeking through the leaves. You know, like a sane person?

Why the fuck is Nancy leaving Steve's house so early

Why is Steve only wearing those tiny fuckin’ shorts?

Oh no..

Oh shit.

There’s only one fucking reason

This is all wrong! Nancy knows he has feelings for Steve, was that not what that was at the arcade?

She’s with Robin, she didn’t refute it.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna have to tell Robin.

Eddie debates making himself known, let himself barrel over whatever awkwardness may arise, but he’s still got his heart in his pocket, addressed to Steve.. What’s he supposed to do with that then?

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t see you there! Just came by to drop off your very personal property that your best friend stole for me to defile! Nancy? Oh hey, you’re here! What’s up with tha–”

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the door of Nancy's station wagon shuts, the engine turning over. 

She pulls out, thankfully heading away from where he’s hidden.

Eddie watches until she’s out of sight, then jumps again when he hears Steve’s front door close.

Steve does a few hops in place from foot to foot on his front stoop (still shirtless), and starts off on his run the same way Nancy had gone. Had he been able to see shirtless, sweaty Steve whenever he wanted?? He just goes for runs like this every day? Why had no one told him??

‘Oh fuckin’ hell, shut up, shutup!!’ He yells at himself.

Now what?

Eddie sits in the grass in Steve Harrington’s front yard and stares at the back of his mailbox.

Does he still leave the tape? Of course he should, it is Steve’s tape afterall.

But what about the songs? Steve’s not gonna want his bullshit now…

He could go back to his van and re-write the note then come back and leave it. No, he wouldn’t have time now, Steve’s athletic, yeah, but Eddie’s been frozen in his front yard for a while now. He’d be back soon.

Fuck it. 

He’ll drop the tape on the front step, go back home and pack up his shit. Yeah. Good a time as any to get the fuck outta here.

Confessing your feelings to one of your closest friends who very obviously just got back together with his ex not even ten hours after you’d seen him and were very obviously flirting with each other?

Yeah. Not ideal.

Does he have the funds to get the fuck outta here? No. But he’s got enough for gas and he’s got a van. He’ll just load his mattress into the back and be gone before the rest of the town fully wakes up.

Good plan, Eddie’s brain. Thank you, rest of Eddie.

-------

Steve slows to a jog once he can see his house, cooling down from his run on the last little bit of his road, and stopping in his driveway to do some stretches back to the door.

He’s sinking down into his last lunge when he sees the little square of…something…sitting on the front step.

“The hell?”

He stoops down and picks it up, turns it over. There’s a piece of lined paper rubber banded around it.

Peeling off the band, Steve steps inside and unfolds the letter, leaning back on the now closed front door to read

“...oh no…” Steve looks down at the case in his hand. Now he sees why the rubberband was necessary, there’s another folded wad of papers shoved into the cassette’s case, now popped open without the band holding it together.

His heart, previously calmed down from his run, now beat wildly in his chest as he unfurls the short stack of paper.

He reads the first line, ‘8. I Was Made For Lovin’ You...’

“Holy shit.”

Steve books it up the stairs, he’s gotta get showered, he’s gotta get changed, he’s got one more song to add to the tape.

-------

Eddie’s just finished packing up his clothes when his alarm clock radio goes off, the 7am alarm still set for when he has to get up for school.

“...still don’t believe it, he was just leaving OH there must be some misunderstanding! There must be some kind of mistake…” blasts through the tinny speakers.

Nopenopenope, not dealing with that right now.

He slaps the clock around until it finally shuts off its maniacal teasing, and goes back to packing (and blinking away some wayward tears).

He’s just dropped the second bag of clothes and his sweetheart in her case by the front door and is contemplating if his mattress would actually fit in the back of his van, when there’s a knock on the door.

Eddie’s gut freezes mid-flip.

Oh no. Please n–

“Eddie, are you there? It’s Steve. Can I come in?”

‘Don’t move. Don’t make a single sound. Maybe he’ll think you’re not home and just leave.’

“C’mon man, I know you’re in there. You’re van’s out here.”

“Shit.”

Eddie trudges his way to the front door and opens it.

Even with floppy, just-washed, hair and an inside-out polo, Steve’s still the most beautiful person in existence.

“What do you want, Steve?” Wow. Even he’s surprised at how morose he sounds.

“I uh, I got your tape..my tape? I got your note. I added one more song and I thought, maybe, I could–” Steve looks down. “Are you..” his voice pitches high so he clears it. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Mhm.” Eddie can’t look him in the eye. He stares at the porch.

“Where are you–”

“Just going, ‘kay Steve? No need to worry about me being around anymore.” Eddie practically spits, still not looking up at his friend.

“Eddie, what are you–” he cuts himself off, his voice going soft. “Did you not mean what you said?”

That makes Eddie look up at him. Steve’s gaze is now cast downwards, staring blankly at Eddie’s packed bags.

“...I meant every word. Every song, Steve. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he’s truly mad now, who does he think he is, trying to act all glum like he wasn’t the one betraying his best friend.

“B-betraying my best–Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

Damn! He said that out loud.

“Just go away, Steve. I won’t tell Robin, but you definitely should.” Eddie moves to close the front door and turns back towards his room. He doesn’t hear it close, but he hears the creak of the floor when Steve follows him in.

Of. Course.

“Tell Robin what, Eddie? I already told her how I felt about you, that’s why she stole you the tape in the first plac–”

“Not that! You–” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides and spins back to face Steve. “That you hooked up with her girlfriend last night.” Steve’s face pales and Eddie continues on. “Yeah. I came by to drop off your tape; Robin thought I could leave it there when you left for your run. But lo and behold, what do I see when I come by? Nancy Wheeler’s car in your driveway at ass o’clock in the morning.

“Now, I may be a third time senior, but even I know what the fuck that means. Especially when, not long after I’ve gotten there, the Lady Wheeler herself waltzes out the door with Tiny Shorts McGee following her like a lost puppy.” he gestures at Steve, who’s still frozen in place by the door.

“So yeah, you can just burn those notes for all I care, I don’t even know why I still left it. Whatever. I’m leaving today anyway so you don’t need to worry about me pining hopelessly after you, ‘kay?”

Eddie’s chest is heaving, his eyes are burning with unshed tears, and Steve…starts laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” There are tears spilling freely out of his eyes now. “You’re really good y’know, had everyone fooled. Even me! King Steve is alive and well, everyone!” Eddie spreads his hands wide and yells to no one.” I can’t believe you got me to fall for your good guy schtick. Get the fuck outta my house, Harrington.” Eddie points to the door, stalking forward.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.” Steve puts his hands out and Eddie stops, crossing his arms and glaring. “Eddie, please, Nancy was only dropping something off for me.”

“Yeah righ–”

“She was! She came by that early because she’s driving to an interview this morning at a paper in Indy. She knew I’d be up for my run anyway, so she stopped to give me the revisions she made to my–you know what, hold on. I’m calling Robin.”

“Steve, I told you to get the fuck out of my house, not go further into it.”

Steve ignores him and goes to the phone, giving Eddie as wide of a berth as he can while he passes. He picks it up and dials.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Harrington, get the fuck out of here–” Eddie’s anger is multiplied tenfold when Steve holds out a finger to shush him.

“Hi Mr. Buckley, this is Steve. I’m sorry to call so early, but can I please speak to Robin? There was a last minute change to our schedule…thank you.’

Eddie watches Steve’s face morph from his customer service expression, to an admittedly frightening pissed off smile when Robin apparently gets on the line.

“Hey Robin! I found my Eddie tape! It’s the funniest thing, I came back from my run and it was sitting on my doorstep.”

Eddie can hear the muffled sound of Robin’s voice coming through the earpiece.

“I know, isn’t that crazy?” Damn, Steve’s passive aggressive voice is…something else. “He must’ve dropped it off while I was gone..why wouldn’t he give it to me in person?”

Steve waves at Eddie to come closer, and when he stubbornly doesn’t, Steve rolls his eyes and comes to him, stretching the cord across the kitchen as he does.

“Hmmm...maybe.. Or maybe something scared him off?” He takes in an over-dramatic sarcastic gasp. “Or maybe, my best friend and soulmate who stole the tape for him, told him to come by at the exact worst time! When she knew a certain ex of mine and current girlfriend of hers was stopping by before leaving to Indy and it scared him off!”

Steve tilts the handset out from his ear so Eddie can hear..there’s complete silence on the other end.

“That would suck, don't you think? Seeing your crush’s ex leaving their house early in the morning when you’re coming over to confess to them?” He continues.

“Oh. My. God. Steve!! I am so so sorry I–”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Eddie.”

Steve grabs up Eddie’s hand and wraps it around the handset, forcing him to take it, then stomps off into the living room.

Eddie puts the phone to his ear and walks back to the receiver, Robin rambling in his ear the whole way. 

“--ddie, I’m so so sorry! I totally forgot Nancy was dropping off Steve’s paper this morning before she went to her interview! Please please don’t be mad at me, actually, scratch that. Be super mad at me, but definitely not at Steve, okay? I should have remembered, I should have told you, I should hav–”

It’s effective, he feels the anger draining out of him. “Robin, Robin! It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie glances over at Steve, who’s pacing up and down the short length of the trailer’s living room. “But now I have a very pissed off Harrington in my house right now…you got any survival tips for me?” he mumbles lowly.

“...Oh! I know, just go over there and kiss hi–her–stupid!” Eddie snorts through his nose, her parents must still be nearby.

“Got it, I’ll try that. Thanks Birdie…for everything.”

She sighs in relief. “You’re welcome, Doofus.”

Eddie slowly hangs up the phone, and turns to where Steve is. Now stationary, he’s got one hand on his hip, and the other is rifling through his hair nervously.

‘Yep. Buckley’s right.’

Eddie takes a deep breath and crosses to Steve in three short strides, grabs his face in both his hands, and kisses him deeply.

Steve responds immediately; he wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist, his large palm centered squarely on his lower back, and one around his arm, lacing his fingers into Eddie’s curls and cupping the back of his head.

Steve pulls their bodies flush and cants his hips into Eddie’s, tugs a breathy moan from Eddie’s throat when the hand in his curls tightens.

Eddie’s nose is pressed uncomfortably into the space between Steve’s nose and cheekbone with how close they’ve smushed themselves together, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care. 

He’s kissing Steve Harrington. 

There’s a strong thigh slotted between his, and Steve Harrington is kissing him back. 

Eddie moves one hand down to clutch at Steve’s shirt, and pushes the other back, grabbing onto those short hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.

They finally come up for air after one too many teeth clashes, their foreheads coming together.

“Hi.” they breathe out at the same time, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“We’re kinda idiots, huh?” Steve says, looking cross-eyed between Eddie’s eyes. The hazel of his eyes sparkling with the movement.

Eddie chuckles. “Dingus and Doofus, remember?” he points to each of them in turn, only lifting his pointer finger out of the grip on Steve’s shirt to do so.

“Can I play you the last song now?”

and then they low dance in eddie's living room

Yay!! that's it, thanks for following along with this one!!! here's the last tags :o) @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, @manda-panda-monium

Here's some notes since it's the last part:

this is the most I’ve ever written in such a short time, I literally wrote each of these chapters the day before their day to be posted….most of it while at work lmao

Steve used a Sony C60 tape. i.e. there’s 60-ish minutes of space on it. before At Last, the songs on the tape totaled 55 min 55 seconds, a perfect amount left for Etta James (ending up at 58 min 54 seconds in total according to my spoofy playlist).

I know that the Eddie half of songs weren’t really…’Eddie music’, but in my head, Eddie likes music for being music. All music is good (like he said to Max in part 5). Plus, he wanted to put songs on the tape that he knew Steve would like/want to listen to.

steve asked nancy to make revisions on his nursing school application essay (he found he quite liked the process of taking care of eddie and wants to go to school for it!)

anyone else just recently realize that Take Me Home Tonight had an allusion to Be My Baby?? anyway, love that, wanted to make that a thing here :o)

and lastly, a couple of little things i LOVED about this fic that i didn’t see anyone else / only a couple people point out:

Steve singing the rubber duckie song to Eddie in part 5

Eddie literally giving Gareth the shirt off his back in part 2 when Tommy threw his pop on him (in my head, this is the same red buffalo check flannel that Gareth ends up cutting the sleeves off of and wears in S4).

that's all!! thanks for reading, friends :o)

[foldedchip]

YO I’VE GOT A FANFIC GOING

I know this is a little unconventional, but I’m gonna post it in parts, and I will gladly hear out any suggestions and comments that someone is willing to give me for it. I’ve had a hard time finishing fanfictions in the past, and I want to finally complete one, so here we go.

So far, I’d say the content would be rated Teen, but that’s going to change. This is the build-up for something more explicit, so keep that in mind. It’s also based on the true story of when I went through withdrawal last Friday :D

Rocky Rickaby/reader

You had an estrus cycle since you were eleven, but your heat had never struck you like it did today. It came on slowly, dreadfully, maddeningly, until you were pacing the floor of your apartment at two in the morning, pulling your own hair and occasionally sipping on an ice water with a straw because your paws were too shaky to hold a glass. You knew it was just hormones. You knew it was just a vestigal set of urges to get you to reproduce. That didn’t take away the discomfort of it.

When you sat down, you had to stand again. Forget about laying down to sleep. When you stood in one place, you started shaking, and you felt like you might faint or throw up. All right. You could pace around, so long as you kept your footsteps quiet.

You had thought of waking Rocky. He hardly got enough sleep as it was, so you hated to disturb him for something like this. You could handle it. You had handled it for years. But in years past, you hadn’t had Rocky. You could smell him all over the house, you could see his face, hear his voice echo in your memory. You stopped at the counter to take another sip of ice water. You started pacing again.

Now it was 2:02 am. This was hour seven. You noticed the first signs at around 8:00 pm, but you didn’t think much of them and figured it was something you could sleep off. Everyone feels a little uneasy sometimes, right? Nothing a good night’s rest couldn’t fix. But you most certainly could not sleep this off, you didn’t even sit still for ten seconds. Should you masturbate? You had tried that in the past with mixed results. Your past heats had always been very mild, even when you were a hormonal teenager, and they just felt like a little fever and some shaky paws, and they went away without a fuss. This time, you felt like you needed a doctor.

2:03 am. A set of shakes took over you so badly that your teeth started chattering. You rubbed your arms and gritted your teeth but you were still vibrating. You felt scared. You felt almost delirious from the ill feeling of the heat, the late hour, and the swirling urges in your mind.

Wake Rocky. Wake Rocky. Wake him up. You need him. Wake Rocky. Get Rocky. You need Rocky. Get him now.

You had been waving off these thoughts for hours, but as you looked at the clock to see that it was still 2:03 am, you finally cracked and hurried over to your bedroom door.

You opened it with caution, but with your paws shaking, it was a little noisy anyway. When you went inside, the shaking somehow got even worse, maybe some subconscious part of you getting excited to see him, and you whispered out Rocky’s name while you wrung your paws and shifted from foot to foot. It took a few seconds, and you started to say his name again before you heard rustling under the covers, and then…

“Nnnhh… darling? What’re y’doing…?”

Hearing his voice brought you a pinch of relief. You quickly whispered out the situation and pleaded with him to help you. You apologized for waking him like this, but you had been practically clawing your hair out for hours and it was worse than ever.

He sat up in the dark and you felt his warm paw touch your arm, which sent a flurry of chills through your skin. “You’re sure? That—“ you heard more rustling as he crawled over to the edge of the bed. “You are. I don’t know how I know. Holy smokes.”

His arms slid around you and he pressed his face to your chest, breathing out a warm sigh as he worked on fully opening his eyes. “Mmmnn, what can I do, sweetheart? You’re shaking, sweet thing…”

“I know. It won’t stop. I don’t know what to do, I just wanted to be near you, it felt like it would help.

“I’m here, darling, I’m staying right here, mkay?” He held you tighter and rubbed a paw up and down your back. “Rocky’s right here, sugar…” He kissed your chest softly over the fabric of your pajamas. You could sense him taking a deep breath, and you realized belatedly that you must be emitting a smell.

“I wanna make it stop. Please. Could—“ you shivered once again. “Could you help me? I can barely take it, I’m so tired, I need you…”

[givethemsmut]

The Pack | Chapter 9

The next morning Dylan was still passed out at 2 PM when I was waking up. I woke up to a bunch of texts from my Dad on a topic I was avoiding.

Our old house, the one we lived in while my mom was sick. My dad couldn’t bare it so we moved but he kept the house Incase I’d want it. But I was old enough to decide for myself and if I didn’t want it, he was going to sell it.

He always started this conversation with: “you know I don’t want you to move out.” I knew I should probably be on my own by now but he was all alone and I wasn’t ready either.

Everyone I knew even Alex had her own apartment and Dylan rooming with Tyler. I slinked out of bed trying not to wake Dylan up but at all cost I needed coffee.

Their kitchen was huge, surrounded by windows and light. It looked unused which wasn’t surprising. Tyler was already up putting together himself some coffee and immediately grabbed a second cup for me without asking. He said, “Figured you’d be up. Yesterday was too long. Dyl asleep?”

I nodded adding some sugar and creamer to the coffee he poured me. I said to Tyler, “Sorry about Brody. He’s extra.”

Tyler laughed it off like a true alpha, “My first girlfriend was when I was 11 and didn’t end until 6 months ago. I get it. You end up having to choose between friends or more.”

I was shocked he got it and wasn’t judging. “Yeah, he didn’t like that I didn’t choose more or least sex.”

Tyler was wide awake, amped almost, “Let’s grab some grub! Dyl is gonna be out for a while.”

I debated for a minuet while finishing my coffee, “Okay, I can grab Dylan some food. Oh we’re making a pit stop. I’ll drive.”

I was already in my clothes because I didn’t have PJs at his place but Tyler ran upstairs to grab a shirt and his vans. I jingled my keys in my hand at the door. I knew I was forgetting something, my bag in Dylan’s car. I left the door open while I rummaged through his unlocked Jeep finding my bag in his back seat.

I looked in the zipped pocket for the set of keys I would need for the pit stop. She left a key chain on it, a little message in a bottle except it was filled with sand from her favorite beach and no message. I connected them to my current house and car keys kneeing exactly how I was going to decide.

I shouted for Tyler as he ran out, admiring my BMW with a casual phrase: “Nice whip, man.”

I started up the car while he pulled out his phone texting. I pulled mine out too texting Dylan but Tyler said he did already. “He was still passed out. With his ass in the air.” Maybe I could bond with his bestie instead of him doubting us.

I took off to my old house telling Tyler pit stop first. I went into auto pilot, we lived there until I was 16, that’s also when she died. It was a Tuscan style house with a fairy tale backyard and pool. It was a little bigger then our current home.

I pulled into the drive Way and Tyler asked, “You’re place?” I turned off the car, “Yeah, now it is.”

I saw the for sale sign that had been there for two years but my dad denied every offer. I removed the for sale part of the sign and b-lined it to opened the door that I haven’t done in 5 years. “This was our old house before my mom died. My dad is demanding I decide on owning it or selling it.”

Posey immediately took me into his arms whispering, “I’m so sorry.” I appreciated his response but I didn’t need it. Not knowing him but sleeping with Dylan made it awkward.

“Anyways, I just needed to see if it was the same. Empty. Or different. Keys still work. Let’s get some food. He’s gotta he awake by now.”

Outside I saw across the street, our neighbors were the same, Brody’s parents. I saw Brody go to his Porsche parked outside and stiffened. The last time I saw him was at the burger shop. He pulled out of his driving not seeing me or my car until he stopped in the middle of the road and got out.

He was writing something and shouting as he walked over, “Yo this house isn’t for sale. What did you pay? I’ll write a check plus 10%.”

I couldn’t help but laughed and said his name as he looked up, immediately hugging me. Tyler was on guard even after Brody slapped his arm and called him Wolf Boy as his casual greeting. Typical roid rage, one minute it’s here and the next he’s ignoring it happened.

I told him his car was in the road and he simply picked me up hugging me again saying, “Fuck it. I’m so glad you’re coming back.” He put me down pushing his lips closer to mine but my hands pushed him away slightly as I changed the conversation to moving back into my old house.

He turned to Tyler, “Can we have a minute man?”

“That’s my best friend’s girlfriend. Keep that in mind.” Tyler said he was gonna explore the backyard but only for a minuet.

Brody immediately closed me in against my car and his face was close to mine, “What’s going on with us? Are you done hanging out with that Teen Wolf kid? Baby. I miss you.” I kept looking down hoping he wouldn’t try anything but then I felt his hand curve around to my back slightly pushing my ass towards him making our bodies touch.

I whispered, “I’m with Dylan now Brody. I can’t do this to him.”

He kissed my cheek too close to my mouth whispering, “He’s not me baby. You’ll see that soon, I’ll let you get back to Teen Wolf back there.”

On the way to get food Posey turned the music down to ask me about Brody, “I can you dated a long time. You over him?”

I laughed knowing I never loved him in the first place, not like that at least, he was family and that you can’t help. “It was never about love with Brody.”

“What was it then?”

I told him a brief history, “We never dated, we were a front for each other, a way to survive LA high school. We’ve known each other since we were 3. We fooled around. In high school a tape got leaked of us fooling around and it looked like we were having sex. I got labeled a slut and Brody got worshipped. After that he pushed for sex even more and stopped talking to him when I met Dylan.”

He clarified, “So you guys never had sex?”

I felt my face tighten as I kept driving through LA streets, “No Tyler, we never had sex. Dylan took my virginity.”

He stunned but asked me, “Hey, you guys are using condoms right?”

I looked at Posey, “You’re crossing that line again friend…”

“He’s my best friend. My brother. I gotta look out.”

I felt like I should make nice, he was protecting him and I respected that. “No, dad, we aren’t using protection. Okay, well like twice we did.”

His eyes got big as we parked and went into my favorite breakfast bar called Cereal. They made the best cereal milkshakes in LA and breakfast tacos. “Why isn’t he using condoms?”

I got goosebumps just thinking about Dylan like this never mind sayings it out loud. “One would presume he’s too turned on to make a pit stop.”

Posey stopped with the third degree questions annd ordered literally the whole menu for him and Dylan which shouldn’t be shocking but was. My phone was buzzing, Dylan.

Dylan: Hey. Where’d you go

I let him know we’d be back in 10 minuets with Food. Posey whispered to me, “I’m not telling you their business but they had some scares. She never was but he was stressed out. Use some condoms.”

The next few weeks flew by for both of us. I had school and in my free time I was prepping for directing/producing one episode of Teen Wolf. I was watching IFC films hoping to be inspired by something raw, real and more inventive then simply pointing the camera and hoping it looks like MTV.

My Dad had everything removed from our old house and it was in the processes of gaining a new personality. I wouldn’t be able to move in for another week, directly after the episode I would take over. Dylan was working more and more. He wouldn’t say but I could tell he was nervous for his sex scenes. Every time we made out I could tell he was testing things out, what looked and felt good for his scene.

It was the night before the scene, we were drinking some white wine and watching one of my favorites shows The Bachelor in his living room. “I’m nervous. You’re basically gonna watch me cheat with some new character who you haven’t met yet.”

I was already cuddled into him when I sat up, “I watched the First Time last night as prep. It can’t be any worse than that.”

He almost snorted, “Filming that was not sexy! It was awful!”

I told him, “Fooled me. Looked intense. You were breathing heavy my guy…”

Looking down he shook his head trying not to laugh, “Try watching that with your parents! I was between both of them.”

I filed over and died laughing knowing that would be awkward. “Well stop being such a good actor.”

“I should do porn.”

I kissed him on the lips but didn’t pull away much, “It’d be good morale if we have sex before tomorrow.” It had actually been two days since we had and apparently for us it was our record.

He kissed me and pulled away just enough so our lips could touch still, “I’m all about team spirit baby.”

I took off my shirt and laid back on top of him on the couch as we made out. I felt his hands grab my ass. He sat up taking me with him so I straddles his lap. I let my hand go under his shirt feeling his chest until he peeled it off himself between us. I couldn’t help my hips moving on top of his lap.

His lips pulled away from mine and started kissing my chest, hands grabbing my boobs as he kissed. I could feel his hard on pressing against my yoga pants easily. He pulled down the cups of my bra, kissing my breasts, before I undid it for him letting it fall further down.

He leaned back against the couch with his hands on my hips breathing heavily, “Fuck baby. Take these off.” I stood up sliding my yoga pants down and then my Lacey panties letting him look. His hands touched my legs, my hips then I felt his fingers dip between my legs seeing how wet I was.

Looking at him waiting for him to take his pants off and he immediately unbuttoned them and threw them aside. He left his boxer briefs on just pulled them down enough to take himself out. He was big.

His hand on my ass I straddled him again slowly lowering myself down on his cock. Adjusting to him I sat there still, swaying my hips lightly as he stretched my pussy out. He felt so good every time.

We heard the door unlock and there was no time to make this look different. Dylan whispered, “Keep going baby. Fuck. I wanna make you come.”

I rode him more aggressively, my face buried in his neck, knowing I was already close. His arms were around me holding me to him, touching me as I bounced on him. I felt myself getting weak and about to come.

He whispered against my neck, “That’s my girl. Baby – babe I’m gonna cum inside you – fuck.” He leaned even more forward as I felt his cock shake inside me making me come more.

My legs were shaking and we both forgot about Posey. Dylan leaned back again and I had to catch my breathe. Posey started clapping, “Practicing for tomorrow?”

He threw a pillow at Posey, moving enough to have me bite down a moan. I could feel my walls coated in Dylan and my eyes too heavy to hold open when Dylan shouted, “Damn it man! Fuck off!”

I immediately grabbed his shirt and threw it on while Posey had his back to us, “I only came in at the end. I didn’t see anything good. I’m going backwards to our kitchen until her boobs are away. Her dad will kills me if I break my foot again.” We covered up but kissed the whole time. I excused myself to the bathroom so they could clearly be boys. High fives and all.

“Dude. The couch? Come on.” Was all I heard as I went upstairs.

We both went to bed early knowing tomorrow was a big day. I knew I had to go in before Dylan to prep and meet with the team. I wouldn’t see Dylan until a few hours later.

My dad was there to guide me but he basically gave me freedom with his show. Even down to the set I would be watching Dylan pretend to have sex on.

The movie he told me to watch played in my head, it was too realistic, down to his heavy breathing and gazing between the bodies. I knew he must get physically turned on and that makes me jealous enough.

I sat in a producer chair as I waited for Posey to come to set. His scene are first, Dylan was last. Posey’s scene was simple, dialogue mostly and some marks to hit. I didn’t see Dylan at all until 45 minuets before the scene.

My dad prepped me on being clear with my own vision, touch base with them and go over the moves that would happen. I felt Dylan’s hands on my shoulders, “Okay Boss. What am I doing?” I felt nervous, “Hey, is Holland ready?”

He nodded as she cake up to him hugging him tight. “Okay, so the previous transition makes both of you feel very human. Helpless. You want to help but you understand how fragile you both are.” I continued, “You haven’t admitted to loving her yet. Not to anyone but Scott and yourself. Now she’s being the bravest of you both and wanting to charge into danger to save everyone. But you love her and she doesn’t know. What if she dies not knowing how you felt? What if you never became brave like her and acted on those feelings?” Dylan sighed heavily, “Damn Boss.” He walked over to his mark with Holland. I shouted phones off, lights up, cameras roll, action.

They were standing very close before Dylan backed up throwing his hands up, “You can’t just go running into danger!” “Why not? Scott would for us!” “Because I fricken love you Lydia!” She stuttered and stammered, “Wha- I didn’t –“ “Well now you know. I love you and I can’t let you do this. You can’t get hurt.”

Holland stepped into him with her arms around his neck and they kissed. Dylan’s hands were on her waist but slowly moved a little lower on her body. Their bodies found his bed and she straddled him. Still kissing Dylan leaned up unbuttoning her top and pushing it off her arms. His hands grasped her ass tightly. It was getting more uncomfortable to watch but I could handle it.

Dylan pushed his body up and pushed her down on the bed getting between her legs while their lips touched again. My dad leaned over to my chair whispering, “Camera issue. You have to set up a change of angle. Cut.”

I kept intently watching as my dad shouted cut and Dylan immediately stopped. Kneeling his head dropped down between his shoulders in disappointment as he got up. We reset the scene and they repeated it over except the making out changed, more organic. Then my dad said cut again. The third time was similar but getting more intense as their kisses lasted longer and he pushed her bra straps down for him to kiss her shoulders.

My dad said cut again, 4th time was a charm? This time Holland unbuttoned his shirt while he was between her legs. My dad saw Dylan look at me while he kissed her and shouted, “Dylan focus!” He got distracted and stopped kissing her ruining the scene.

His shirt was unbuttoned as he stood up facing my dad talking loudly to him, “Dude I can’t do this. That’s all your getting, sorry.” Dylan breezed by me walking off set without even his slippers or hoodie next to my chair.

I stood up but my dad told me he would handle it man to man.

“Dylan! Hold up.” My dad shouted as I hid behind the door trying to listen.

Dylan stopped but didn’t turn around.

“What’s wrong with the scene? Do you need something different?”

“No. I’m not gonna practically fuck Holland in front of my girlfriend dude. And my girlfriend’s dad. Not doing it.” Dylan shouted back but not in his normal toned of voice. No, this voice was pissed off.

“It’s not about me or her. It’s about Stiles. His story. Stop getting distracted.”

“Dude. No. It might sound crazy to you but I like her a lot. In fact I may love her. I’m not gonna do this while she watches.”

“Dylan. Lust and love are two different things. From what I’ve seen this is pure lust.” My dad’s hands were on his hips and shaking his head at his words.

“Why does everyone assume we don’t talk or hang out besides having sex? She’s my fucking girlfriend. We talk til 3 in the morning. She doesn’t even like baseball but she’ll watch reruns with me. I know all about her mom. I punched that fucking pretty boy that pressured her into sex. I even know that you just started to date and just stopped wearing your wedding ring. She trusts me.”

“Why can’t that be defined as friendship? You’re both young.”

“Because when I fuck your daughter it isn’t to get off!” Dylan paused realizing there was no going back.

“Dylan. Enough! That’s my daughter your talking about.”

“You want this scene done? Get the girl I love off the fucking set so I can concentrate without feeling like a piece of shit.”

“Okay, closed set. I’m only doing this because you don’t have experience with these types of scenes. Give me 5 minuets.”

“No. I’ll tell her myself,” Dylan matched inside in my direction and I had to pretend I was already listening.

[sleepanonymous]

Did you have fun at lorna shora? 💝

I'm gonna use your ask to post my concert recap, Anon. Hope you don't mind 🖤 But yes I had an absolute blast. 100/10, I would do it all again, even the waiting around in the heat part.

Long-winded recap below the cut for anyone who cares 🖤 you do get rewarded with a low-effort meme though.

TLDR is I had an amazing night, and I'm probably getting another tattoo because of it.

Some pre-concert notes: at the suggestion of a friend, I used Waymo to get to and from my hotel in Phoenix. That was an experience. It’s nice not having a driver so I can bask in my antisocial tendencies but those cars are confident af. I guess they can technically see better/more than a human, and they're 100% focused on the road, so they also drive better than 75% of all the Uber/Lyft drivers I’ve had. 

Day of the concert, I got to the venue at 11:30 am and nobody was there except a vagrant, a plumber, and a concerned lady with the plumber. Later confirmed with the people in line that I was the first to show up and that’s kinda crazy to me? The difference in line culture between Sleep Token and Lorna Shore is insane. At noon I was told by security we couldn’t line up on the property until 4 pm (doors at 5 pm). I’m not a local, so I took that as go tf away, so I went to Mcdonalds a block away and watched Saint Maud on my phone in the middle of a lunch rush. This is how everyone needs to experience this movie btw. Definitely adds to the unsettling factor of the film.

Around 2 pm I walked back to the venue, thinking I could loiter at the pizza place next door. Instead I found a line near the back of the venue and I was number 12 (I recounted when we lined up outside the venue at 4pm and realized I was wrong when I said I was 15th). It was a high of 106F/41C and we were south facing, but my spot was thankfully under a few mesquite tree canopies. When we moved up at 4 pm I was under some misters on a patio which was a small haven since I lost my shade. I didn’t get sunburned, and barely got a tan.

I met some Sleep Token fans while in line and dying of heat stroke. We talked a bit about what it was like being on the barricade at their rituals. A couple of them had tried for tickets to the Phoenix ritual but weren’t able to get their hands on any. I was too afraid to tell them about Vessel looking at me during TNDNBTG (even though I have the video evidence from that one uploader, I’m still gaslighting myself about it lmao).

At 5 pm when doors opened, the venue separated the line into bags/no bags, so I essentially was the 3rd person inside (1st in the bag line). Snagged a spot on the barricade at center stage, slightly to stage left. Guy to my right drove over from Texas (he showed me a picture on his phone that he took of Will outside the venue like 2 hours before, literally just standing and chatting with a dude in a Spiderman outfit while the rest of us were melting in line. literal strangest thing I've ever seen in my life). The girl to my left ran some minor Instagram page, I had meant to ask for her handle but never got a chance. The dude behind me looked like a taller Jesse Pinkman sans beanie hat/baggy hoodie and he was really polite and also did his best to talk like Jesse after the comparison was made. There was also a dude and his girlfriend (he and Jesse Pinkman were pretty amazing at keeping me from getting squished 100% of the time from the pit) and the Sleep Token girlies who bought like seven shirts and somehow made it to the barricade. We all became temp besties. We also made friends with the security and helped hand out water cups during intermissions, had mosh pit practice and dance-offs, and got a crash course in the Sanguisugabogg murderball game.

Sanguisugabogg is 100% an amazing live band. I couldn’t get into them before hand, but after seeing them live I am now a casual fan. I wouldn’t mind seeing them live again. I survived the murderball game with little effort thanks to the barricade/people around me. But I did get accidentally acquainted with multiple security guy’s crotches (ducking for them to pick up crowd surfers). This actually became a theme for a bit until I figured out a wat to contort myself between the security when they jumped on the barricade. I guess two dudes got into a fight over the ball, and the band told them to take it to the sidewalk? Valid.

Kublai Khan were super fun on stage. Vocalist wore an Arizona belt buckle and he showed it off and the crowd were extra happy about it lol. Caught some neat footage at the end of Kublai’s set. I only rewatched about one minute of it to check how the audio/video settings were for later on in the night. I do know I caught footage of him looking like a disappointed dad though so that's amazing.

White Chapel was fucking LOUD yo. Sound Guys cranked the volume to 11 for them and Lorna. But I can now confirm that baby Ves’s piano improv from a couple weeks ago did have heavier breakdowns. This band was one of my last ex’s favorite bands (apparently he lives in Phx now, so there’s a good chance he was in the pit) and he was almost spot on in mimicking Phil’s vocals, so I haven’t really listened to them for 9+ years. Surprisingly I was familiar with about half their set, so I had a great time with that, despite the ex thing.

I am proud to say that I am the lucky survivor of four crowd surfers over my head at once. Security were amazing at handling that influx in such a small space/time span. It’s my fault for getting kicked in the face because I didn’t duck in time for one, (I was filming lol) but I didn’t get a bruise/swollen lip. Morning after edit: I actually have a lot of bruises but they’re on my arms from the barricade and not getting kicked in the face. I filmed White Chapel’s new song plus a couple others, I have no idea how well they turned out yet. Also there are three guitarists?! Things I did not know about the band.

Phil spoke the least out of all four frontmen. He introduced the new song, I think he asked us to open a circle pit once, thanked us at the end, and that was about it.

Lorna Shore came on really fucking quickly after White Chapel. Like 20ish minutes, I think? It was 9:20 pm on the dot. Those roadies were busting their asses. Idk what was up but it got really hot inside when Lorna took the stage, even with being on the barricade. I recorded five Lorna songs: Welcome Back, The Pain Remains Trilogy, and To the Hellfire.

At one point Will said something about being too dry from the desert heat (he was the only person to mention the heat) and I thankfully stopped myself from blurting out “bitch where?!” because I was currently drenched in sweat. I know he was talking about the 106F high plus the 9% humidity, but still.

Okay can we talk about Adam De Micco now? I need to talk about Adam De Micco. More specifically Adam eye contact. There was so much Adam eye contact. Like, bro was making eye contact with everyone on the barricade, so it wasn’t a special occurrence… but oh my god when I tell you there was eye contact there was eye contact.

Quick fact about me: I have this thing about smiling at strangers when I catch them looking at me (because I have chronic rbf, sometimes accidentally zone out and end up looking in the general direction of people, and asking “why are you looking at me?!” while possibly looking pissed off is generally too hostile for everyday occurrences).

So. Eye contact. The first time I realized he was looking at me and not around me, I internally panicked and automatically smiled at him. Thing is, it wasn’t one off. This man was staring into the souls of every person on the barricade. But because of my panic smile we’d just hold eye contact until he had to look down at his frets or I panicked and looked at Will or Austin. At one point, he and Andrew switched stage positions and Adam would still *hold eye contact me* from the other side of the stage. It got to the point where I was convinced maybe I had a busted lip from the crowd surfer incident or my makeup was fucked from the heat. Everything was fine when I got back to my hotel? Eyeshadow, eyeliner, and eyebrows hadn’t budged at all and my lips were a little faded but not bad. My hair wasn’t even as crazy as I thought. So does Adam just do that? I didn’t catch a glance from any of the rest of the band, or any of the guys in White Chapel, I think I remember the Kublai Vocalist or guitarist looking somewhere in my direction, and the Sanguisugabogg Vocalist was literally chatting with everyone between songs. But Adam took it upon himself to make me and everyone else on the barricade feel perceived, like it was his life mission or something.

I feel like… because Vessel looked at me once during TNDNBTG back in May and I got a tattoo because of it, that I now owe Adam a tattoo too? I am 100% overthinking this. But I’m also not even joking, I’ve been thinking about getting his sigil tattooed somewhere since I left the venue. I also followed him on Insta before I was out the doors. Anyway, emotional support from Will Ramos has ended. My new emotional support person is Adam De Micco. Yes, because of excessive eye contact.

Evening after addendum: Mother Token face reveal on Lorna’s Instagram. I’m tiny and I’m the only person paying attention to Moke, but at least I’m not sobbing like I was for Adam Rossi’s Euclid sneak-shot. Also yeah, the more I think about it, the more I'm probably gonna get that sigil tattooed (ref 👇). Might have to wait until after Xmas though, with the way money is flowing right now.

[nerdsaura]

Hi! I bring you Chapter 6 of "The Nightmare Before Halloween - The Scarecrow and the Hatter"

It's a bit long, but I really like it and I hope you do too! 😁

+ Chapter 5 (Part 3)

9:29 PM - Apartment at Chinatown - 1 minute until the plan

The first apartment was really small. In the only bedroom was a camera in front of an empty chair. When Mad Hatter made our hostage, Tim Drake, come to me, I would make a live transmission asking for the ransom. I knew I wouldn’t get it, but that would leave the police (and now the Batman as well) busy with something else. I also placed my laptop on the kitchen table to track the rest of the stuff.

“It’s time.”

“Ready, Scarecrow?”

“Ready.”

“Turning the masks on in 3… 2… 1.”

I couldn’t see, but I can say what must’ve happened at that moment: everyone at the party stopped moving at the same time, dropping cups, plates or whatever they were holding. Then they heard Mad Hatter’s voice.

“What a beautiful party, such a joyous day! Oh, but you’ve already had enough time to play… Now without any fuss and without any delay, head over to the Central Bank right away!”

I told one of my henchmen to take the van to the Central Bank and wait for the loot.

Step two was bringing the hostage. Only Tim Drake heard what was said next:

“Except for you, little heir, you have somewhere else to go. Head to Chinatow first and there find the Scarecrow.”

And he began walking through the streets. In a couple of minutes I would go meet him and carry on with the plan.

To free Cameron Van Cleer of any possibility of blame or suspicion without controlling him, Jervis would use a random guest to ‘knock him out’. We apologized to Drury a hundred times for that. But now, thanks to an unexpected event, we needed to get Bruce Wayne out of the picture as well. The solution that Mad Hatter found was to knock him out with another guest. In this case, the guest was Jason Todd.

This time, just the two chosen ones heard the voice:

“Oh, you are strong, you’re staying then. Use your powers and knockout the rich men!”

Cameron went down immediately. But Bruce Wayne… It was a hell of a fight. Of course, there wasn’t anyone to watch, so he didn’t have to hide his true strength and abilities.

After 10 minutes, I was preparing to go down to the street when I heard the Mad Hatter’s angry voice:

“No!”

“What is it?”

“He broke the mask! Wayne freed Jason Todd!”

My heart raced. I went out of breath while bats flooded my mind.

“Scarecrow?”

I tried to breathe, but it was hard. I ripped off my mask.

“Jonathan! Talk to me! Breathe! It’s… It’s gonna be fine!”

“You’re a bad liar, Jervis!”

I spoke through my teeth.

“And what do you want to do? You wanna turn back? Now?!”

I looked at my mask on the table. I wasn’t going to quit now. My mind cleared, the bats turned to ash. I took a deep breath.

“No. Let’s keep going.”

I put the mask back on and left the apartment. The elevator didn’t work, so I had to take the stairs. In a couple of minutes I got to the ground floor, where Tim Drake was standing.

“Let’s go, kid.”

I grabbed him by the arm and guided him back up, taking him to the bedroom. I tied the boy to the chair with ease and then, using my laptop, connected the transmission to all of Gotham’s screens (thanks to Edward).

“Hatter, I’m turning on the camera.”

“Wonderful. I’mma put him to sleep. The guests just arrived at the bank.”

Everything was going fine. Ah, I wish.

The transmission started.

“Good evening, Gotham. My threat tonight is not directed to you, simple citizens, living your nightly lives. So don’t make me change my mind. I address myself to the Prince of Gotham, Mr. Bruce Wayne. It seems you have lost something quite valuable, Mr. Wayne. I made sure to keep it for you.”

I took off Drake’s mask, revealing his face to the camera. He was unconscious.

“I will be pleased to return the boy if you pay me what I ask. You’ll receive a call soon with all the information you need. I expect the money before midnight, or Gotham will hear him scream.”

As soon as the transmission ended, the time started counting. I would have approximately 10 minutes until the police or the Batman got the location and came to the building. I packed my things to leave after I made the call. Don’t ask me how, but Nygma got Wayne Manor’s number. I couldn’t use my cellphone, since they would surely try to track the call and I definitely didn’t want Oracle hacking it. So I used the apartment’s old phone. As I expected, the butler picked up.

“Good evening. Mr. Wayne isn’t home at the moment. Can I ask him to return the call?”

“Good evening, Mr. Pennyworth.”

“Oh, Dr. Crane? We definitely weren’t expecting any calls from you before the 31st.”

“I decided to advance the festivities. You weren’t watching the news, were you?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“Interesting choice of words, Mr. Pennyworth. Well, I’ll get straight to the point. Mr. Wayne has until midnight to send me $500,000,000 if he wants me to give back Timothy Drake-Wayne. So I hope he returns the call soon.”

I hung up. I went to check on the boy and he was waking up.

“Oh, you woke up just in time.”

He tried to hide it, but I noticed he got scared when he saw me.

“What do you want now?”

“Don’t worry, what I want is already getting arranged.”

“How did I get here?”

“That’s for later. Now, unfortunately, I have to leave you. If you’re still here by midnight I’ll come back to see you. But I can guarantee you won’t want that.”

I left the building and got back in the van.

“I’m heading to the second location. Keep me updated, Hatter.”

[lady-of-ocs]

you know when I said that Dead Daichi was gonna keep my up at night I didn’t think that my body would take that as a challenge

guesssssss who had a really bad night and didn’t go to sleep until after I had a crying phone call with my mother as the sun was rising? Guess who woke up at like 2 PM on the day that she’s supposed to go homeeeee

Yeah it was me. And I hadn’t even watched Haikyuu yet. I watched the episode right after I woke up (it was the only episode I watched today because like I mentioned, I’m at home now).

So Daichi is alive. And missing a tooth god bless him. Hopefully no concussion and hopefully he’ll be able to get back to the court soon.

I fear I’d do anything for this man. Azumane Asahi I would like to propose your hand in marriage actually. He was just so…AHHHH in this scene. I loved seeing him and Ennoshita team up to keep Tanaka from (outwardly) feeling guilty about colliding with Daichi. Also, his serves this game were just WOO. I’m in love with him, in case you couldn’t tell.

Speaking of Ennoshita! I’m glad we got to actually see more of his character in this one. He’s the only one of the three other second years (aside from Tanaka and Nishinoya) whose name I actually remember, and I’m glad I got to know more about him! He’s a good egg and he’s making a good stand-in Captain.

I literally cannot say enough about Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. I’ve gushed about them individually and together multiple times now. I love that Tsukki’s got this weird way of motivating Yams and Yams knows that and it works. Tsukki’s words stick with Yams and actively calm him down. And also Tsukki pushing the towel into Yams’ chest. I was just like mwahaha fuel my Tsukkiyama heart WOOO. I LOVE THIS QUIET SUPPORT THAT TSUKKI GIVES HIM. I AM EATING MY SCREEN

My fear for Yams when Ukai came back- I get why he was mad but please cut Yams a little slack. He’s getting better! Thank you Ennoshita for protecting my son <3

“The bleeding and pain in his mouth are a bit severe.” I mean, yeah. Man got hit in the face so hard he lost a tooth. I cannot blame Daichi for being in severe pain right now.

Alright, so I’ll probably be too busy to watch an episode tomorrow, but we’ll see. Hopefully I’ll post again soon!

[st0rmyskies]

wrote this at like 11 pm 2 weeks ago and kept meaning to edit it i give up here take it

Shadow strutted into Four’s room as usual, choosing to forgo his perfected silent entrance. Even so, Four still jolted when he noticed him out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s late, Rain,” Shadow remarked as flopped down onto the bed next to Four.  Four groaned as he rolled over to make room. It was nearly 3, in fact. Did that mean it was actually early? He wasn’t sure.

“Mm…couldn’t sleep,” Four replied lamely. Clearly a lie.

Shadow scoffed. “You know I can see when you’re online, right? Don’t pretend you even tried.” 

Four sighed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I dunno, lost track of time or something.” He set down his phone and rolled over to look at Shadow. “You weren’t sleeping either,” he pointed out.

“I was working, man! You were just lying here.”

“Working until 2 in the morning?” 

“Fair point,” Shadow admitted. He’d gone down another internet rabbit hole. Something wasn’t right about this place, and Four knew it too. He just needed to figure out what.

“I guess…well, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately,” Four said.

“Yeah, I knew,” Shadow replied. “You’ve been more distant, taking longer to respond- you’re not taking care of yourself, Four. Have you even been eating enough?” He llifted a strand of hair out of Four’s face. “What’s going on?”

Four didn’t reply for a few moments. “I…I’m not sure,” he decided. “Got caught up in…other things, and well, it’s just been so busy, I just kind of forgot, you know?”

Shadow nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do know.” He pulled Four close, realizing how thin he felt. “Just take care of yourself, alright?”

Four chuckled. “Yeah, okay.”

“Promise?” Shadow teased.

“Okay, okay, I promise!” Four laughed, chucking a pillow at Shadow.

“How’re the…roommates?”

“Housemates, I guess. They’re fine. I haven’t really been up to the third floor, but I am praying that the guy doesn’t have any more rooms. Nine people in a house is enough.”

“No kidding. Who even are they?” Shadow hadn’t seen much of them, he made a point to keep his presence as quiet as possible.

“Well, other than the homeowner…” (Now that guy was someone to look into. What kind of person just lets 8 other people live in his house? Maybe he had a secret desire for kids or something, but these were grown men. He was hoping it wasn’t some sort of weird fetish.) “There’s the kid. Pretty much just hangs in his room all day.”

“You say kid, how old even is he?”

            "Dunno. Young. There's Hyrule, he's the doctor." Shadow figured that was good. The guy seemed trustworthy enough.

            "What about the weird one? He a drug dealer or something?"

            "Probably not. He's got some weird friend that hangs around here sometimes, but they don't bother anyone else." (If he was a drug dealer, Shadow would probably ask Four to come live with him. The risk of being arrested is not something either of them wanted to take.) "The others are pretty alright. There's Wild, he's a bit…well, wild."

             "Mm. Yeah, there's some weird figures here, I've seen that much." Shadow nestled into Four's hair, the blond leaning back against him. "Be careful, Rain, okay?"

             "Of course." 

             They stayed in silence then, Shadow holding Four close to him.

             "I'm glad you're here," Four whispered to him a few minutes later.

             "Me too."

(this is some au where shadow never finds out about what happens in hsh until it's over ig)

stares at '15 works in four/shadow' fINE ill do it myself (i love you all)

-secret third thing anon <3

STT anon out here doing god's work, these two are so damn soft it's gonna give me cavities...

[blindrapture]

SATURDAY JUNE 4TH, 2011 (SLCEM)

12:06 AM Well, here we go. Into the depths of the night, in a country whose language I don’t even remotely speak.

12:14 AM It’s pretty tonight. Sure, red like it has been for weeks now, but it’s still pretty.

1:49 AM I’ve made it through “100 Bottles of Paracetamol on the Wall.” Not there yet.

3:01 AM Holy shit, no way. Fucking spidercat. This one’s fucking feral. Fast. I could barely see it move, but I’d recognize those demonic chirps anywhere. Got my crowbar ready. It’s time to do this shit like Gordon fucking Freeman.

3:04 AM EAT SHIT AND DIE

3:05 AM Fucker’s dead. I don’t feel barbaric anymore. Not one bit. Let’s keep moving.

3:13 AM ….motherfucking yes, there’s a car.

3:16 AM This bastard works. Fuck yes.

4:42 AM Berga.

4:45 AM Phil Collins has such a sexy voice. ..sorry, I’m listening to music. :D

4:47 AM D’accord, parked this car, now where am I gonna go? I guess I’ll look around. I mean, how many different people can there be here?

4:53 AM Dear sweet fhqwghads, the Cheat is to the limit. There’s gotta be at least twenty people here in this hotel, completely normal people. Nobody’s noticing me, though, despite my white outfit. These people are all wearing festive clothing.

5:15 AM I was able to find someone who spoke English. He told me this was the local meeting place for the SLCEM Brigada. That’s, uh.. well, it’s something in Spanish. And then “Brigade.” He says his name is Tony Marcado. Says the SLCEMs are gathering for a group meeting tonight. He says many more will be here, and it still won’t even be a quarter of the total number of SLCEMs in Spain. I didn’t realize this many people were surviving and gathering in places like this. It’s pretty heartwarming, a true testament to human will. ;w; Tony says I should rest up for today. The meeting’s gonna be important, and they’ll need all the help they can get with what they have planned. I asked if he knew where Tony Ferdinando was. He says, if he’s not here now, he’ll definitely be here for the meeting. He says Ferdinando’s an important guy. Great. And I have to “convert” him.

5:32 AM Hotel room, oh boy! I love these things. And god, am I knackered. Time for rest, Jordy boy.

1:58 PM I dreamt of a door. Just a door. No scenery, no rooms, just a door. And me. I tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t locked. It just didn’t want to open. I heard a door rattle and then I woke up to find that was someone coming into my room. It’s Marcado. He says his job is to make sure everyone knows about the meeting, so he came in to make sure I was going tonight. 6 PM, he said.

2:22 PM Hot damn, this place has a CD player.

2:30 PM Hear them chanting:"We excavate souls" And taste the lightning Bolting down the deep See the masses See them decompose As up the current Something rides the light “We Excavate” was my all-time favourite metal song for a really long time, you know. Pure fucking Sunsetters classic.

5:13 PM Wow, I just took a nap. What the fuck, so soon after sleeping?

5:41 PM Heading to the lobby now. The meeting’s soon.

5:53 PM Oh my god, there are a lot of people here. It’s hard to move. …nobody showers in the apocalypse. At least I’m not alone in that. But wow, you don’t really notice it until you’re “Pakt Like Sardines in a Tin Can,” to put it one way.

6:00 PM Some guy’s standing on a chair. I think he’s the one giving a speech. Fuck, I just realized I’m in Spain. I can’t understand a word he’s saying.

6:24 PM I think I heard something about dildos.

6:35 PM Okay, now I’m sure he mentioned something about “That buffoon in the white.” I heard “el bufon blanco.” The fuck, just ‘cause I can’t speak your language doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings, guys. ._.

6:43 PM I heard “el bufon blanco” again. Are they actually talking about me? I get the feeling they might not be.

6:50 PM Okay, the meeting’s over. I’m gonna see if Marcado can fill me in on what was said.

7:13 PM So apparently, the SLCEMs have some big attack planned. I asked against whom, he said “fear.” The fuck, I know, right? So he explained that we’re sending a messenger tomorrow to the next town over, Manresa, where he’ll let the SLCEM Brigada there know that this base here is go for the attack. It’s standard procedures, basically. Gotta let the others know that we’re ready, gotta synchronize the attack. So yeah. Then I asked if Ferdinando was here yet. He said he was running late; someone had heard from him. Says he’ll be here tomorrow, no doubt. Great. I’m going back to bed; I’ve been so tired lately.

7:26 PM There’s some pretty young folk here. I just saw a kid who had to be no older than eight.

9:41 PM Someone’s knocking on the door.

9:42 PM It’s that young kid I saw. He said he was too cold, so I said he could come in; this room’s got towels. He didn’t come in, just ran away. …that kid was speaking English.

11:00 PM I haven’t gone to sleep yet. I’ve just been.. I dunno. Looking out at the sky. It’s red, getting dark red. I see the Thunderbirds flying around out there, and I occasionally see ‘lightning’ off in the distance. The world has gotten so quiet. It’s only been two weeks, and the world’s gotten absolutely silent. It seems like the world will never be the same again, and all we can really do is just gather in groups and hope Mistress doesn’t crash our parties.

11:11 PM I wish something good would happen.

(Attached: “Ah, 'We Excavate.’ That was a song written by Degan Allen, actually, rather than Blackwood who usually writes the lyrics. I think he said something about it being based on a dream he had? Some tower of flesh buried at the bottom of the sea, during a transitional World Flood. Lightning strikes the tower, and some flesh rides the lightning up, and this is how God eats, or something. We all had Flood dreams during that time, as we'd just finished Summer Sucks which of course ends with a great era-ending flood. Excavate was a time of dreams and of jazzy jams. I feel a lot of nostalgia for those days now.”)

[PREV LOG] [TABLE OF CONTENTS] [NEXT LOG]