#and i was with 4 dudes having beers in a a parking lot

[maliciouslove]

some little girl just stopped me on the street to tell me my hair is pretty.. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[shhh-secret-time]

Star Park AU: Stan Marsh Edition

-> Lives on Tegridy Farms with his family. His dad sold their house and moved them out to the valley when Stan was ten. (They're essentially where Marnie is in game.)

-> Sparky is still alive but he's getting older, so he sticks to laying on the porch waiting for Stan to get back

-> Plays football with Clyde, Craig, and Tolkien! Kenny and Cartman will join in sometimes and he practically drags Kyle out to join them.

-> He works for Joja Mart with his sister. They'd both rather work there than be near their dad.

》 He's saving up to move back to the city, or so he says. Truth be told he can't leave behind Sparky or his Mom.

-> He bought his own chicken coop and has a few chickens of his own.

-> He goes to the saloon every night, most nights by himself

-> But on Fridays, after Jimmy's comedy act, him and his band will play!

-> On Sundays when everyone else is in church or doing their own thing. Stan and Kyle will go up to the summit past the railroad tracks and spend hours up there. Catching up and just unwinding.

-> He probably has a mini event that's kind of like Sam's 2 heart event, where he asks the Farmer what type of music they like.

Gift Guide:

Loves: Pizza, Survival Burger, Book of Mysteries, Frozen Tears, Beer (This changes after Heart Event 6)

Likes: Joja Cola, Apples, All Eggs, Void Esscene, Large Milk

Neutral: All Fruit (Except Apples), Coffee, Peppers

Dislikes: Fertilizer, Daffodil, Any Fish, Pink Cake

Hates: Rabbit Foot, Coleslaw, Clay, Beer (After Heart Event 6)

Loved: "Dude! Are you sure?! Man this rules!"

Liked: "Oh, uh thanks! Should I get you something back?"

Neutral: "Cool, I'll find a use for it."

Disliked: "What...is this? Why?"

Hated: "What the fuck were you thinking?"

Given any alcohol after Heart Event 6: "Why would you give me this?! You know I'm trying to stop!"

Heart Event @ 2:

Stan is throwing empty beer bottles at the passing train, they shatter just as the Farmer approaches him. He looks back at them with a grin offering one for them to throw. He mentions that he was drinking with his friend Kenny but he had to go, so now he's just passing time. He's not quite drunk yet but he's tipsy. When the Farmer takes the bottle and throws it he relaxes a little, says that he's glad they're not put off by the behavior. After a little bit of silence, he asks them why they moved to the Valley. There's not a lot of money in farming and then makes a comment about how he fucking hates it. How he feels isolated from the rest of the town sometimes.

-> Feels that way sometimes doesn't it? But at least you have your friends (+)

-> You're literally closer to town than I am, don't your friends come to visit you? (-)

If First Option: He mulls it over and decides you're right. He should he grateful he at least has them. Though lately it feels like they're drifting apart. Stan comments how you must feel lonely being new to town and all.

"Oh well. I guess we can be lonely losers together. Farmer buddies and all that."

If Second Option: Stan doesn't really appreciate the sass. He wasn't looking for a pity party, just wanted to kinda vent. He makes note not to talk about it again.

"Yeah sure. I guess, but you didn't have to be a dick about it."

Heart Event @ 4:

Stan and his friends are playing pool at the tavern, a rare instance where they're all off work and finally get to hang out. He leans over the pool table and sinks another ball, much to Kyle's annoyance. As the Farmer comes in Cartman makes a comment that Kyle is getting his ass kicked and bad. It prompts Kyle to snap at him and shake the pool cue at him. Kenny and Stan laugh a little before Stan realizes you're there. He smiles and gestures for you to come over! Now that you're here they have enough for teams. Farmer is confused because there's already four of them, they make five. Stan whispers in their ear, explaining that Cartman won't play with Kyle anymore. He lost one time and now he's convinced that Kyle cheated. Something about how there's no way Kyle would ever actually win a game fair and square. When you agree he gets excited and before anyone else gets the chance he announces that you'll be on his team!

"Awesome! We're gonna smoke these guys! Kenny wrack 'em! Farmer is with me!"

⚠️ TW: Attempted suicide ahead ⚠️

Heart Event @ 6:

Stan's drinking again. Right next to the railroad tracks but this time he's got one foot on the railroad, rocking back and forth. There's glass bottles around him, unbroken and too many to count. He almost stumbles down to the ground but he keeps himself up. Farmer approaches and that's when they hear the sound of the train coming in, and it's coming fast. Stan had no intentions on moving, in fact he looks like he's about to fall forward willingly. The dead look in his eyes tells them that much. Farmer runs across the field and tackles him into the ground, the train narrowly missing the both of them. Stan lays there having just had the wind knocked out of him. His head is spinning and he feels sick, but he also feels the Farmer on his chest and his back against the ground. He's not dead. Then it hits him, you almost died to save him. You who's kept talking to him despite everything, even when he was being an ass.

"You....you could have gotten yourself killed why would you do that?"

-> I couldn't just stand there and watch you die Stan!

-> Are you crazy?! You almost got us both killed!

-> I don't know...my legs just moved on their own.

-> (Just hug him)

If First Option: Stan starts crying and presses his palms into his eyes. He lays there and sobs, but he feels safe enough to do it.

"Hey Farmer...hic...can you help me to Kyle. I'm scared."

If Second Option: He grits his teeth and digs his hand into the dirt. Stan knows what he did was crazy, he can't be mad at you for snapping like that. You just saved his life. But he didn't ask you to.

"Fuck...I know. Look, just help me get to Kyle. I think I'm gonna be sick."

If Third Option: Stan doesn't know what to say but he thinks he gets it. He just closes his eyes and tries to stop the dizzy ride his drunken state is on. He doesn't want to move but he can't just lay here all day.

"Do you think Kyle is gonna yell at me...if I show up looking like this? Maybe if I just go to sleep I won't have to think about it."

If Fourth Option: Stan freezes he wasn't expecting the Farmer to do that. They should be angry with him, furious. But they're hugging him and clinging to him for dear life. His life. Stan wraps his arms around them and starts to cry. It's the most vulnerable he's been with anyone in a long time.

"Shit...fuck dude...just please don't let me go. I don't wanna go. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Heart Event @ 8:

It's early morning when the Farmer steps out, they're greeted with the sound of music. Stan is sitting on their porch playing his old guitar, the acoustic one that's seen better days. When the Farmer gets closer he looks up at them for a moment, unable to look them in the eye for too long. After a moment of silence, he tells them that Kyle got it out of storage for him. Says it'll help him focus on something other than the withdrawals and that Kyle put him in contact with a therapist. He thanks the Farmer for saving his life, and apologizes that they had to see that. As he plays a somber tune again he makes a comment, this is the first time he's been on their farm. First time he's been out this way since they moved into the valley. He confesses that your farm is a lot nicer than his dad's and that maybe farming isn't so bad. Farmer sits beside him and he quietly continues playing, they've never heard him play this song before.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry I've been a jerk to you. You and Kyle shouldn't have to take care of me, but you did. You care and I should remember that. Sparky would have been really upset if I never came home. So thanks...for everything."

When given the bouquet:

"!! I don't understand why you'd choose me, but...I'm selfish and I want you all to myself. So I accept!"

Heart Event @ 10:

Stan is leading Farmer past the railroad tracks, he doesn't even seem bothered much anymore to be here. He leads them up the path that he's taken a thousand times. There he leads them to the summit, his favorite spot to be at. They sit together at the edge if the cliff with their legs dangling off the side. He admits to them that he liked coming up here a lot as a kid, when his dad and him would fight it was his little hiding spot. Then he brought Kyle and it became special. The days where he'd get stupid drunk he'd think about just falling forward like that day with the train. But it's because of those amazing memories with his best friend, he could never bring himself to do it. They're special and he wouldn't want to ruin them for Kyle. It's things like that, that remind him why he's alive. Things like you. He smiles at the Farmer and tells you this. Tells Farmer he wants to continue to make more memories with them so he has a reason. His hand inches closer to theirs, not quite touching. Before he can pull away, Farmer takes his hand and slides closer to him. They rest their head on his shoulder and look up towards the big illuminated moon that's in front of them. Stan wraps his arm around them and lays his cheek on top of their head.

"Every moment with you reminds me why I'm here. I'm not...perfect and I don't think I'll ever understand why you choose to stick around. But I meant what I said, I want you around me always. I can breath with you around."

Heart Event @ 14:

Stan's outside playing with Sparky and Farmer's pet, when he moved in he brought his beloved dog with him. Sparky seems to be getting better every day he's here and Stan couldn't be happier. Farmer walks up with hearts in their eyes, making him a little bashful. He rubs the back of his neck just as Sparky brings the ball back. He mentions that he really loved animals, and that he's always had a soft spot for them. Farmer questions him about his love for Survival Burgers, which he quickly points out that they're made of Cave Carrot NOT beef! After a little while of playing with the pets he sits in the field with them, looking over their hardwork. Stan turns red and starts ranting about how the last time he went to visit his dad, he started nagging him about grandkids. He's embarrassed because Randy has never mentioned it before and it makes him uncomfortable.

"He's such an ass! You'd think he'd stop trying to tell me how to live my life after I moved out. Why doesn't he bother Shelly with this?!"

-> He probably does. We don't have to have kids if you don't want them! I'm just happy you're here with me! Don't let him get to you!

-> Don't let your dad pressure you into anything you're not ready for. It's our relationship and we'll decide when and if we want kids. But if you're anything like you are with Sparky towards kids, I think you'd be a great dad!

If First Option: Stan grins and tells them they're right as always. He leans down and kisses the top of their head. Sparky walks over with the Farmer's pet and lays in their lap. Stan smirks and makes a comment about how they could just get another dog.

"Our farm is big enough for another one right? We could get one or two more puppies. They could help with the sheep and chickens! Help dig holes!"

If Second Option: Stan says he'll think on it. Later that night while Farmer is cleaning up the dishes and putting them away. Stan walks up behind them and wraps his arms around them. He murmurs in their ear that he's been doing nothing but thinking about what they said. The thought of starting a family with them is starting to sound appealing, plus it could be fun raising a mini them. He presses a kiss into their temple.

"You really think I'll make a good dad? I just don't wanna end up like mine...but if you're with me I think I could do it. And if they're anything like you, they'll be an amazing kid."

Random Marriage Quotes!!

"You looked really adorable asleep last night...you also drooled on my arm."

"Having a bad thought day...I might be a little off today. I'm sorry."

"Babe, you got dirt on your face. C'mere, let me clean it. Just let me take care of you butthead!"

"Sparky and I watered the crops today! How do you know how much to give them? I feel like I'm drowning them."

"Fed the animals! They're doing great! Would...you judge me if I took a nap out in the field with them?"

"Hey...real quick...I uh- I love you. I know I don't say it enough and I'm sorry, but I really do."

"Morning. Made you some pancakes! I stole the recipe from my mom! Why do you look scared?"

"Hey babe, I'm going to visit my parents today. Please feel free to come save me when you're done doing what you need to do."

"Are you coming to the tavern tonight? We're playing a new song tonight, I wrote it for you."

"You know, when I was a kid, when I got nervous, I'd throw up. You make me nervous sometimes but I- hey! I'm not going to puke on you, I'm not twelve. Get back here!"

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[flowersforfics]

ᡣ𐭩Pink tulips ᡣ𐭩

Paring: platonic! Billy x GN!Reader x stu

Summary: Billy gets a new cat and has the help of reader and Stu.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: what type of reader wasn't specified and please excuse me if this was ass I'm a new writer. There are no killings, Billy and Stu are not in any relationship, and Billy's mom has custody of him. This can be read as any race for readers. I hope you guys like this I wrote this on my phone so the layout may be weird. Stay hydrated, eat, and have an amazing day. MWAH

A/N2: from this ask

I was sitting under a tree in a park close to school, it was around 4 pm I was sitting on a blanket directly in front of the sun. Me, Billy, and Stu usually meet here after school to do homework and just talk about the most random things. Billy and Sydney broke up about a month ago around the same time Billy’s mom came back and got custody of him, And Billy has been doing a lot better. Stu and Tatum broke up about 2 weeks ago now, It was mutual so he wasn’t that hurt over it.

I grab my backpack, open it, and grab my sunglasses, my homework, and some candy I had gotten from the store before I got here. It was a big bag just in case Billy and Stu wanted some. I feel the sun go away all of a sudden. I look up to see Stu above me and I smile and stand up and I hug Stu and he hugs me back.

“Hey Stu,” I say letting go of him I look behind him to see Billy not too far

“Hey y/n how was your day?” Stu asks me he sits down on the blanket placing his backpack next to mine

“It was good, No one tried to talk to me so that was great, it’ll tell you more when Billy gets here,” I tell him still standing waiting for Billy, I hated social interactions and talking to people I didn’t know. I hear Stu hum then I hear a bag rustling I turn my head to see Stu eating my candy. I let a small chuckle ‘Smart move’ I say to myself

Billy finally made it over and I hugged him “Hey Billy,” I say pulling back sitting back down on the blanket, and grabbing my candy back from Stu and he made a noise of protest

“Hey,” Billy says he sits down on the blanket placing his backpack next to him he runs his hand through his hair. He decided to let his hair grow out it was just below his nose.

“Your hair looks nice Billy,” I tell him he smiles and lets out a small thank you. Soon we talk about our day and do homework together. We were planning on going to the same college for movies so we wanted to have good grades in our final year of high school.

“No it doesn't work like that,” Stu says running his hands down his face. Me and Stu were currently arguing about what slasher we thought we could survive I was picking ones I knew I couldn’t survive to tick him off, Billy was chuckling and looking around. He paused for a moment

“You guys hear that,” He says Stu and I stopped bickering and turned to Billy.

“No what are you talking about,” Stu says taking my sunglasses off my face and putting them on. I reach over to Stu to get them back but he pushes me down on the blanket and holds me there.

“I hear a cat,” Billy says, Stu immediately lets me go and starts looking around, I sit up and look around as well. I and Stu already have a cat, I have a tuxedo cat named Bella and he has an Orange cat named Chester. I got my cat when I was 12 from behind a dumpster, Stu originally got Chester because he used to sneak in his garage through the pet door one day Stu was getting a beer and Chester was there they stared at each other then Chester walked inside and sat on his couch.

Billy gets up and walks around and I and Stu follow, I start to hear meowing and Billy makes kissing noises, Soon a black cat jumps out of a bush around 10 feet away from us. Billy tries to get closer but Stu grabs the back of his shirt.

“Dude you're gonna scare it away,” Stu says to Billy, Stu pulls out his keys from the pocket of his shirt and shakes them, and makes kissing noises, The cat stands up walks 2 steps, and sits back down.

“What are you doing” Billy asked him they both were on their knees and I was standing behind them

“Chester loves playing with my Keys,” Stu tells him

“Yea Bella loves that shit,” I say and they turn to me and Stu pulls me down to the ground. “Come on these jeans are new,” I whine I didn’t want grass stains on my pants.

“Do one of you have food with you,” Billy says I can tell by his voice he is determined to get this cat, Stu and I get up and walk over to our backpacks. Stu pulls out a sandwich and I pull out a can of cat food I keep in my backpack just in case. Me and Stu jog back to Billy and Stu takes the cheese out and waves it in front of the cat

“Stu what the fuck are you doing,” Billy asks looking at Stu like he had a bucket on his head

“Chester likes cheese so I thought I would try,” Stu says we turn to the cat and see it’s now lying down. I open the can of wet food.

“Come here, come here,” I say in a baby voice, The cat perks up and looks at me but does not move it turns its head to Billy and meows again. I pass the can to Billy and motion my hand to the cat. He gets up and walks over to the cat. The cat meets him halfway way and Billy crouches down to its level. Me and Stu walk back to the blanket and and sit down. I take my sunglasses back from Stu and put them on.

Me and Stu watch the cat and Billy interact with each other. Soon walks over with the cat in his hands. “So are you gonna keep it ?” I ask him, he nods and sits back down.

“What are you gonna name it ?” Stu asks Billy while he grabs the rest of my candy and eats it. I look at him and lay my head on his shoulders.

“I don’t know yet, but I do wanna find out if it’s a boy or girl,” Billy says petting the cat in his lap and blowing his hair out of his face.

“I can check for you,” I tell him he nods and hands me the cat, I turn it around and hold the cat when I can see it’s behind. I look and pass the cats to Billy. “We should get one of those gender reveal cakes,” I say slightly laughing

“We should I’ve been wanting to try one of those,” Stu says slightly laughing with me, Billy shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.

“We are not having a gender reveal for my cat and I’m pretty sure those cakes taste like regular cakes just with dye,” Billy says “So what is it?” He asks me

“A girl,” I tell him my head on Stu’s lap and he runs his hand down the side of my head. “You are gonna need some stuff, there’s a pet store across the street we can walk to,” I said pointing across the street

Billy nods and stands up collecting his things and me and Stu follow suit, we walk to Billy’s car and place our things in his trunk. We walk across the street and Stu and I give Billy the rundown of having a cat.

Once we get inside the shop me and Billy head straight for the cat aisle. Stu ran behind us with a cart. Billy looked at the toy section of the aisle.

“Should I get some toys for her,” Billy turned to me and Stu

“No, you can use anything as a toy for a cat,” I told him remembering how I spent $30 worth of toys just for Bella to play with a shoestring. We walked the aisle stopping at the collars and clothes. Billy looks at the collars and picks up two. One was a black one with a skull on it and the second one was grey with a big bow on it. Billy runs his thumb down both collars and tosses both into the cart. Billy picks up a sweater that looks similar to the one I crocheted for him last month. Billy toses the sweater into the cart and walks further down the aisle. Stu and I look at each other and continue.

“What cat food should I get?” Billy looks at the pet food brands in front of him, The cat is now sitting on his shoulder. Me and Stu look at the food brands and tell Billy what we know

“Not this one it had Chester throwing up for three days,” Stu says

“This gave Bella the runs,” I say holding a can of cat food

“This one is ok but this one is better,” Stu says pointing at two brands of dry food I nod along.

“This wet food is the best and it's on sale right now,” I tell Billy holding a 30-pack of wet food

“Also mixing wet and dry food is pretty good and saves money,” Stu says, Billy nods and motions for us to place it in the cart and walks away to the cat treats. I follow him while Stu pushes the cart. Billy goes to pick up a bag of cat treats and I quickly take it out of his hand and place it back down.

“Don't get this one even tho the front says it's good, The ingredients aren't it can make her sick, and look it's $15. Get these instead they are $5 and the first three ingredients have meat,” I tell Billy passing him the bag of cat treats, Billy tosses them into the cart and walks away, He is surprisingly quiet today he's always quiet but he would have said something to Stu who has been playing around with the cart for the past 6 minutes now. I look back at Stu and make a face and he nods. Stu walks up next to me keeping a slow enough pace.

“Ok so I'm not crazy,” I say referring to Billy

“Yeah he hasn't been this quiet since the time his mom left,” he says I met Billy and Stu after Billy's mom had left him so I didn't see the Billy he was before she left. Then she randomly showed up and got custody of Billy.

“I guess her coming back has him-,” I pause trying to think of a way to describe what I'm trying to say. “It has him on a seesaw and he's sitting on both ends, Like he's glad to have her back but he's still upset she left him and just decided to come back,” I say Stu nods and gives me a fist bump for my analogy. We turn into the aisle Billy has gone to and sees the cat rubbing against his cheek purring and Billy is smiling. I smile and look at the pair and I look up at Stu who's smiling as well. We walk next to Billy and he doesn't try to hide his smile.

“Which bed should I get,” he said pointing to the car beds I looked at Stu to take over.

“Honestly she's probably going to sleep in your bed, on the couch, or in the drawers, But you can get her a bed as a safe space for her,” Stu says looking at the cat and Billy “Let her pick so you don't spend your money on a bed she’ll never use,” Stu says grabbing the cat from billy hands and places her on the cat beds. She walks on the cat beds and stops at one that looks like a tent and walks inside of it lying down and purs. Billy picks up the cat bed with the cat inside and places it in the cart.

Almost 20 or 30 minutes later we walked out of the store with some things Billy honestly didn't need but insisted he did. Billy and Stu walk the stuff to the car as I hold the cat in front of the car. I turned my head and saw some pink tulips. I picked one for each of them. Soon Billy and Stu get in the car and I follow suit. I sat in the back because Stu's legs were too long for the back.

“Here you go,” I say passing the flowers to Stu and Billy. They both grab one and say thank you.

“What are these for?” Billy asks me and Stu lets out a small yea.

“Well, Pink tulips symbolize well wishes, happiness, and love in a platonic sense,” I say, and Billy and Stu smile. Billy starts the car and drives to his house.

“By the way you both are helping me wash her,” Billy says Stu and I look at each other and drop our heads preparing for the pain that's to come.

“What's the cat's name,” I ask Billy remembering he never told us.

“Carrie,” he says and the cat perks up at the name and Billy reaches back to grab her and puts her in his lap. This cat is gonna do Billy some good.

[alexsoenomel]

Oenomel (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You are telekinetic and like Dean, not knowing he also likes you

Oenomel. / (ˈiːnəˌmɛl) / noun. a drink made of wine and honey. literary a source of strength and sweetness. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, sexy times

Word count: 2360

Note: I wrote this few years ago and now I kinda want to write part 2? What do you think? Yes? No? Let me know. Also like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

They found you when you were lost and scared and took you in when you had nowhere to go. They gave you shelter, food and good company. Eventually they became your new family. They accepted you and made sure you weren’t in any danger. Ever since you were little you could move stuff with your mind. You didn’t know how, you just did. No one knew about it until one day your mother saw you in your room as books were flying around you. She thought you were The Devil himself (you now laugh whenever you think about that because you have actually met The Devil) and she tried to kill you with a butcher knife. It was like you were Stephen King’s Carrie. Your dad was at work that day so you were on your own with her. You tried to explain to her but she wouldn’t listen so at 16 you ran away.  You lived in a motel for the next 4 years using your powers to steal money and food before Sam and Dean found you. You were in a bar and a random dude wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually he became a little more aggressive and started groping you. When you tried to leave the bar he followed you and well that was when you snapped and flew the guy across the parking lot. You were angry, and when you were angry or even scared you would go into panic mode and use your powers a little too hard. That night you killed someone. The brothers were just about to enter the bar when they saw everything. Since then your life turned around for better. You were lucky. Sam even taught you how to control your ability. You would get up every day at around 6am to go for a morning run with him just to clear your mind and soul. It helped a lot. You weren’t so angry anymore at the universe for giving you the gift you didn’t want. You accepted it. Now, five years later you were in a very good place. You were hunting with the Winchesters, reading books and saving the day on an occasion. You were helping them a lot on the job, killing monsters like it was child’s play. Sometimes Dean would try to stop you from going saying he didn’t want you to get hurt but you wouldn’t take no for an answer. Sam on the other hand knew of what you were capable of so he didn’t protest.   *** “Hey (Y/N) can you use your powers on Sam and kick his ass? He chugged the last bottle of my beer.” “It’s not your beer Dean.” Sam told him. “Shut up.” “Dean you’re such a child.” You told him showing a piece of bacon in your mouth.     “Yeah I am.” He told you. “He also threw away my pie.”  He then added giving Sam a bitch face. “IT HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE FRIGDE FOR 2 WEEKS! YOU SHOULD HAVE EATEN IT BEFORE WE LEFT FOR NEW YORK!” Sam clapped back. “I forgot okay. Who knew we would be searching for that demon for 2 freakin weeks. Can you at least make his obnoxiously fabulous hair not fabulous?” “I know you just want to see me use my powers, Dean.” You put your fork down and closed your eyes wanting to try something you have been practicing for a while. “What are you doing?” Dean asked. “Shut up Dean!” You said. Ten seconds later a bottle of beer flew right in and landed right in front of Dean. “You’re welcome.” You said and opened your eyes. “How did you do that?” Sam’s eyes were wide open while his jaw was on the floor. “I practiced. Turns out I can use my powers for long distances if I put my mind in the right place. I just mentally went to the nearest store and took the bottle.” “So freakin cool.” Dean said. His expression was so cute. Like a child who just got their favorite toy. “Thank you.” After breakfast you went to your room to catch up on your reading since it was Saturday while Sam was searching with Dean your next case. “So, will you tell her?” Sam asked his older brother. “Tell her what Sam?” “Tell her you have a thing for her?” Dean lifted his head up from his laptop to look at his little brother. Sam just stared back trying not to laugh because Dean’s face went from calm to petrified in two seconds. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He finally said. “Sure and Lucifer is a great guy.” Sam sassed back. “Shut up!” He indeed had a thing for you. He was in fact infatuated by you. You were so kind, smart, funny, so beautiful, had great taste in music, a total badass with your powers and god damn…a great ass. They were silent after that. Dean felt a little bit awkward because now he knew Sam knew and Sam was enjoying every second of it. The silence was suddenly interrupted by you storming out of your room with your phone yelling curse words. “DEAN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” You yelled. “What? Why?” The poor bastard didn’t see it coming. Before he could comprehend you held up a finger and pointed at him as a book flew, hitting him in the stomach. He bent in pain before screaming what the hell at you. “WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT ANNOYING ASS GUY MY PHONE NUMBER?” “What guy?” Sam asked confused. “The guy who kept telling me cheesy pick up lines and saying how I have good hips for carrying a freakin child!” “Oh…” Was all that left Sam’s mouth. The situation was this: after you finished that case in New York and came back home, you went to your local bar to celebrate. Long story short Sam was your designated driver for the night. You two were trashed. Dean got a little too flirty with the waitress and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like that at all considering you had a huge crush on him that not even Sam knew about.  Jokingly when she came to get our order, yet again, you told her IN FRONT OF DEAN that he had a bad case of Chlamydia and that she should run. You could say Dean was pissed and when that guy started flirting with you he decided to get even. “Why did you tell the waitress I have Chlamydia? I can’t go to that bar anymore (Y/N).” “I like that bar.” He added sounding offended. “I WAS DRUNK!” You told him. “I didn’t know what I was saying.” Liar… “Don’t care, you still ruined me.” “Yeah that’s better than having someone constantly texting you how hot you are-“ You then felt the phone buzz in your hand. You looked at it only to see- “AND SENDING YOU DICK PICTUES! OH GOD!” “Is he big?” Dean asked as Sam covered his mouth trying not to laugh…again. “Don’t make me throw you across the room.” You said and went to your room pissed. You only came out for lunch that day. You ate as much as you could as fast as you could and went back to your room. You were still mad at Dean and a little bit frustrated. It has been a while since you had any luck in the bedroom department. Everything came back to Dean, you couldn’t sleep with strangers because you liked him and you couldn’t be with anyone else because....well, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean…that man was going to be the death of you. You spent all day just reading and trying to distract your mind from your undisclosed desires. That had lasted until 10pm. Sam said he was going out and since you and Dean still didn’t talk you figured he was going out as well. So, naturally you decided to do what any other human does when horny. Watch porn on your phone and masturbate. You were in the mood for some fluffy straight porn. You took off your sweatpants and panties, put your earphones on and pressed play. Your hand went between your legs as you slowly started to play with your clit. It took you a few minutes before you could really feel the heat of your body and you were moaning softly. Only if you knew Dean was in his room, next to yours and he could hear you through the thin wall. “What the hell?” He mumbled. When he realized you were doing what you were doing his cheeks went red as he felt his dick getting hard. He tried not to listen but to no avail. He liked your sweet moans more than he should. His brain was telling him not to be a creep but of course he couldn’t stop himself. In the room next to his you were slowly falling apart as your orgasm was getting closer. You were arching your back and not even watching the damn thing; just listening was enough at this point. When you finally reached your high you heard a loud bang…and then another. Not even realizing what happened you saw your bedroom door open and Dean, just standing there. “DEAN WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING OUT?!” You yelled and covered yourself with a blanket. “Why is your night stand cracked in half and your lamp broken???” “It’s nothing.” It clearly was something since your powers never manifested during your happy times. It then hit you like a brick. “Oh God did you hear me?” “Yeah.” “Oh God kill me.” “Why? It’s hot.” He said.   “Wait what?” He closed the door. “I said…” And sat onto the bed next to you. “That was hot.” “You must be joking.” You said giving him an awkward smile. “Nope.” You looked down only to see his obvious boner and blushing like you have just seen him naked. “Well, clearly you did like it.” You then said. “If you were making happy noises why did you mess up your room?” “I don’t know. This has never happened during my happy times…interesting.” “I’m sorry I gave that jerk your number.” Dean smiled. “I’m sorry I told the waitress you had Chlamydia. I got jealous.” You confessed. You were afraid of his answer. Your stomach was turning, anxiety fucking with your mind, until you saw Dean with a huge ass grin on his face. “I knew you were jealous.” “You did?” “Well suspected.” “Well sue me, I like you.” There it was the words you thought you would never say. “Like, like me like me?” He played oblivious. You rolled your eyes and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Yeah. So does this mean things will be awkward from now on?” He had never shown any interest in you in that way so you were afraid since your secret was out there will be weird tension between you two. You had no idea… He was still smiling, but something was different about his whole face; it lit up like a candle. The look he was giving you was a whole different story too. You have seen it many times but only when he would flirt with other women. He then, out of the blue, leaned in and gently placed a kiss on your lips. You were surprised by his actions in a good way and definitely relived. You skipped the awkward part you thought was inevitable. Turns out it’s not.   “Do you REALLY think that?” He asked you. “Um…” You started. “So you…?” “Yeah, very much.” He finally confessed. “Then why flirt with the waitress?” You squinted your eyes giving him a look of suspicion. Kinda like a cat. “Trying to fill the void that is you.” He said in kind of sarcastic tone. “Never really thought you would feel the same.” “You could have saved us a lot of time, you know that?” “That goes for you too ya know.” “Yeah I know.” You smiled before cupping his face with your hands and crashing his lips on yours. He moved onto the bed and went on top of you. This time the kiss lasted longer and it wasn’t as innocent. It was filled with lust and want. You both knew where this was going, hell you both wanted it too, it has been so long… Clothes were hitting the floor fast and soon you were both skin against skin. Dean showered you with kisses, cheeks, lips, jaw, neck, breasts, stomach… When he placed a kiss on your already wet pussy you gasped. He licked slow, taking his sweet time and letting you relax. You tugged on his hair as soon as you felt two fingers enter you pumping as he licked your clit. “Dean…shit.” His pace got faster overtime, gradually making you arch your back and falling apart. “Dean, please….don’t let me cum!” You managed to say. “Why?” He lifted his head up, fingers still inside you. “I don’t want to trash my room even more.” “But…” “I want to trash it, but in one go.” You winked. “Awesome.” He smirked and didn’t waste any time, positioned himself between your legs and went in. He was thick, big and prefect. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, move please.” He did, slow at first. You kissed and bit his shoulder before he started pounding into you, his gaze never leaving yours. He was completely lost in you. The room smelled of sweat and sex while the bed post slammed against the wall. “Fuck!” “Cum for me (Y/N)!” “Oh my god!” You screamed as you came all over him. You didn’t even notice your closet; it wasn’t a closet anymore…just boards and your clothes were on the floor. Also your bathroom door flew open hitting the tile wall. Dean came right after you moaning your name which was the hottest thing you have ever heard. He collapsed next to you covered in sweat and trying to catch his breath. “I broke my closet.” “You’re more powerful than you think (Y/N).” “And you’re freakin awesome in bed.”  

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 5

[part 1] [part 4] [part 6] [read on ao3]

“Sorry about this,” Eddie said again, pulling out of the parking lot behind their work building.

“Hey, don’t be. It’s something to do, right?” The way Steve was smiling at him was so unbearably kind, Eddie could practically feel his heart beating in his throat. Running errands for his uncle wasn’t how he’d hoped the evening would go, but Steve really didn’t seem to mind.

Really, Eddie could have said anything and Steve would be just as eager to tag along. Steve was trying so hard to act normal and not like he would follow this almost-stranger to the ends of the earth if he’d asked. So far, so good, he thought. But god, his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. Hopefully the mundanity of grocery shopping would help him level himself out. They were just hanging out, Steve told himself. That didn’t mean anything. He shouldn’t read too much into Eddie buying him dinner. Maybe the guy was just nice. After all, he was buying all his coworkers coffee every day. Yeah. He was just… Nice.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Lil Buddy:

did you find out what time your party is?

Yeah, he said it’s at 7. And he’s picking me up, so I might not actually be able to get to your place.

Sorry dude.

hey, don’t worry about it. I already said it was fine, didn’t I?

Yeah, you did. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?

And don’t get injured, because I won’t be able to drive you to the hospital.

lol

"Who’re you talking to?" Eddie said, glancing over. "Did that say lil buddy?"

Steve laughed, slipping his phone back in his pocket. "The wingman," he explained. "They're doing a party at his place tomorrow, too. Just had to tell him I can't make it."

"Oh! You should've said something, Steve, you don't have to come with me-"

"You asked me first, dude. I see the kid all the time. I can hang out with him whenever."

"Alright, if you're sure."

"Why, you regret inviting me now or something?" Steve laughed, as if that wasn't the actual anxious thought that had been plaguing his brain the whole time.

"No! What? Definitely not. I'm really excited for you to come, seriously," Eddie was smiling, glancing quickly between Steve and the road. "I just… Wanted to make sure you knew you weren't, like, contractually obligated, if, y'know, you have something better to do."

"Trust me when I tell you, this is the something better."

Eddie could feel his face turning bright red. Thank god it was dark. 

Finally they pulled into the grocery store parking lot. It was a bit out of the way, further than Steve normally went to go shopping, so he figured Eddie must live close by.

"It's fine if you wanna just wait here, I won't be long-" Eddie said, parking the van close to the building.

"You're kidding, right?" Steve asked. Eddie just shrugged. "It's just the grocery store, dude, it's not like you're dragging me along to rob a bank or something."

"Suit yourself."

Steve followed Eddie around the small grocery store as Eddie repeatedly checked the text Wayne had eventually sent him with the grocery list. Stuff like paper towels and bread and beer and cereal, normal stuff. It reminded Steve that, oh yeah, he and Robin were out of peanut butter, and god knows how long he’d have to be out, he may as well grab a snack for the road too. Eddie glanced over at him, smiling.

“You can put your stuff in my cart, if you want,” he giggled, watching Steve struggle with the armload of things he ended up accumulating as they meandered through the store.

“Oh! Um, thanks,” Steve stepped up closer to the cart and Eddie helped him set things in the little baby seat to keep them separate. 

“I was gonna wait for you to ask,” Eddie said, still laughing lightly. “But uh… You’re pretty stubborn, aren’t you?”

It was Steve’s turn to laugh, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with Eddie.

“Yeah, I guess. That’s what people have told me, at least.”

“I’d believe it.”

Okay, so the grocery shopping wasn’t really helping as much as Steve had hoped it would. Somehow even the painfully mundane was fun just by virtue of doing it with Eddie. Steve watched as he drummed out beats on the shelves while he searched for the stuff on Wayne’s list and rode the cart down empty aisles.

Eddie knew he was being kinda weird, but it was making Steve smile. He was so aware of Steve looking at him the entire time, and it was making him nervous, and that was the one way he knew how to handle it. It worked like a charm on stage, and it seemed to be doing just fine here, too.

Eventually, with everything paid for and loaded into the back seat of the van, Eddie shot his uncle one last text that they were on their way and to please be wearing people clothes when they got home, and made the quick drive the rest of the way back to his place.

As Eddie pulled into the trailer park, he monitored Steve for any kind of reaction, any sign of surprise that Eddie lived where he lived. But if Steve gave a damn, he didn't show it.

They pulled up in front of Wayne's trailer and Eddie killed the engine as Steve got out and started grabbing bags, helping him unload.

God he was too sweet. Eddie just wanted to-

"So this is the mysterious Steve, huh?" a voice called from the trailer across the way. Steve jumped at the sound of his name. A man they hadn’t noticed until then was smoking on his own porch, dressed only in a bathrobe despite the weather. Eddie huffed.

"Good night, Murray," he yelled back, quickly grabbing the last bags and slamming the van door behind him as Steve made his way up to the porch.

"You didn't say he was-"

"Good NIGHT, Murray!" Eddie yelled louder, cutting him off. Their brief conversation seemed to summon Wayne to the door, fortunately for the boys who both had their arms loaded with groceries.

“You must be Eddie’s uncle,” Steve said, halfheartedly introducing himself as Wayne held the screen door open for the boys to bring the bags into the house.

“You must be Steve,” Wayne answered, looking at Eddie before peeking outside to see Murray giving him a small wave.

“Didn’t realize I was famous around here,” Steve laughed as he quickly found his way to the kitchen and dipped down to set his bags on the floor. Eddie followed in quickly behind him.

“You’re not, I swear,” he said, setting down the bags he’d carried in. “Murray and Wayne just don’t know how to mind their own business,” he spat, staring pointedly at Wayne.

Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly, almost smiling as he sipped from a mug of coffee that seemed to have materialized in his hand out of nowhere. 

"Susan's in on it, too," Wayne muttered, just low enough that Eddie could hear but Steve couldn't. Eddie groaned. It felt childish, grumbling like Wayne was ruining his life or something. He was an adult, damn it, he didn't need the neighborhood Olds speculating on his friends and his love life. 

"You gonna help your boy put groceries away or what?" Wayne asked, gesturing with his coffee to something behind Eddie. He whipped around to find, sure enough, Steve had started putting away anything that went in the fridge.

"He's not my boy," Eddie hissed, grabbing a bag to unload. God he hoped Steve couldn't hear them. He hoped what Nancy had said, about the concussions and the swimmer's ear affecting his hearing, would work in his favor just this once.

"Sure, son." Wayne nodded and turned, presumably making his way back to his recliner and his soap operas. Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the groceries.

"You have a cat?" Steve asked, excitement bubbling under his words.

"Huh? No?" Eddie turned and looked where Steve was looking. Steve looked at him confused and lightly kicked a bag of cat food leaning against the wall. Eddie started laughing. Steve still looked confused. "Oh! No, it's, um… It's for the uh, resident wildlife. Mostly stray cats, but also, y'know, raccoons and shit. Keeps 'em out of the garbage."

"Huh. Clever," Steve nodded. Eddie knew they did some real white trash shit, not the least of which being feeding the raccoons, and he usually didn't care if people knew. Steve, though… He didn't want to seem any weirder in front of Steve than he was sure he already did. 

He didn't expect Steve to think it was clever.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Steve started looking closer at the stuff on the fridge, slightly disappointed that he didn't get to pet a cat. Though, he figured, if he played his cards right he might get to see a raccoon up close. That'd be neat.

There was actually stuff on their fridge door, which was a relatively new concept for Steve. Back home, his parents wouldn't be caught dead doing that sort of thing. Robin got him in on doing communal schedules and grocery lists on a whiteboard on the fridge, and magnetic poetry which he wasn't any good at, but it was a good laugh. But here? Novelty magnets shaped like vegetables and fish held up business cards and take-out menus, a power bill he assumed was already paid because it was from September and the lights were still on.

There was a handful of mismatched number and letter magnets, mostly spread haphazardly around the fridge door except for one group that crookedly read F UCK TH C0P S that made Steve giggle out loud. His favorite thing, though, was all the pictures of Eddie and Wayne.

Some of them were Eddie's school pictures throughout the years. Two looked like they were from a camping trip: one, a silhouette of Wayne fishing off a dock at either sunrise or sunset, Steve couldn't tell. The other was Eddie, sitting on a rock, tuning a guitar by firelight. One picture had a lot of people in it, clearly taken in the middle of the trailer park. Eddie and some boys Steve didn't know seemed to be engaging in a sword fight with lit sparklers. There was an old picture of Wayne from what must have been his college days.

Steve's favorite was, of course, a picture of Eddie. He was small, hair buzzed short, wearing a paper crown that must have said something like Happy Birthday on it. He was smiling big and open-mouthed at the camera, showing off a missing bottom tooth. At the bottom edge of the photo, partially cut off, was a birthday cake with a lit number 8 candle.

"What are you over there smiling at?" Eddie asked, closing a cupboard and coming up behind Steve. Steve tapped the birthday photo. "Oh good lord, just kill me," Eddie grimaced, immediately moving his hand to cover the picture. Steve laughed and swatted his hand away halfheartedly.

"Aw, come on, Eddie. It's cute! My parents never put this kind of shit on the fridge."

"Really?" Eddie recoiled, looking legitimately shocked. "Thought everybody's parents did mushy garbage like this."

"Not everybody. I mean, don't get me wrong, they had pictures of all of us kids framed around the house but we never got to put stuff on the fridge. Mom said it was uh…" Low class. "It looked messy."

"Huh. Weird… You've got siblings?"

"You sound surprised."

"I mean. I dunno, you kinda struck me as a fellow only child."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve laughed, crossing his arms to feign indignance.

"Nothing! Swear. How many siblings do you have? Where are you in the order?"

"Uh, Jesus. Six, all older. I'm the baby-"

"Actually that makes more sense," Eddie cut him off.

"-but the next youngest is ten years older than me, so I didn't really grow up with them, per se."

Eddie smacked himself on the forehead.

"THAT'S what it is," he yelled, jokingly stumbling backwards at the force of his own blow. "God, seven of you? I'd never survive. How old are your parents?"

"Oh, don't ask me that, you're gonna make me sound like a terrible son."

Eddie cackled as Steve nervously ran his hands through his hair.

"Nah, that's fine. I don't know how old Wayne is, either."

"I'm thirty!" Wayne yelled indignantly from the other side of the trailer.

"Like fuck you are, old man!" Eddie yelled back, making them all laugh.

Steve felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to check. Text from Robin.

"Huh…" Steve huffed, unlocking his phone as another text came in.

"Is that Robin? Did she strike out already?" Eddie chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the kitchen counter. Steve shrugged.

dont know what ur doing but u have an hour to come get anything u need from the house

vix is staying the night n u know what that means

;) ;) ;)

"Oh. That makes more sense," he said, sucking his teeth, slipping his phone back into his pocket without replying. "Um. Do you mind if I crash here tonight?"

Realization dawned on Eddie's face and he cackled, giving one loud clap before he doubled over.

"Go Robin!" he cheered as he caught his breath, wiping stray tears from his eyes. "Yeah, you can stay here."

"Thanks. Could I convince you to drive me back to my place just to grab some stuff? Phone charger, shit like that? Apparently I have an hour." Steve tapped his phone in his pocket. Eddie spun and looked at the microwave clock. 

"Uh, maybe. Wayne!" Eddie shouted, leaning out into the hall, hanging by the door frame. "What time do you work tonight?"

"You've got time!" Wayne yelled back, answering the implicit question. "Just hurry up!"

"Cool, let's hit the road then," Eddie turned and looked at Steve, jerking his head to the side to beckon him along. Steve nodded and followed after him, pulling his phone back out.

Be there in 20! PLEASE be decent when I get there.

Robin's response came as they pulled out of the trailer park.

obviously

wait where r u?

I'm with Eddie.

R U SERIOUS?????

u gonna stay w him tonight? ;)

Oh my god stop. But yes.

never omg

hey unrelated: r we going to the nerds party tomorrow?

You can if you want. Eddie invited me to a different party so I'll be with him.

jfc just fuck him already

Tempting, but he's driving right now.

"The hell- Did you just take a picture of me?" Eddie looked between Steve and the road a few times before settling back on paying attention to where he was going.

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "Told Robs I'm with you, need a picture for proof."

"Gotcha," Eddie said skeptically. 

its dark dingus i can barely see whos in the picture

i assume its eddie

Haha, sorry, yeah.

Eddie snuck glances whenever he could at Steve's phone screen, enough to catch Robin's suggestive comment. Steve was wrapped up in their conversation the whole ride back into town, perfectly silent the entire drive.

"Gonna need you to direct me from here, dude," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder to get his attention once they got back downtown.

"Oh! Duh. Um, keep going straight until you hit that light, then turn left. There'll be a parking lot on the right a few blocks down, just pull in there."

"Aye aye, captain," Eddie said with a little salute that made Steve giggle. He followed Steve directions and pulled into a parking lot that he hoped was the right one.

“Cool. Um, you can come up if you want,” Steve said, halfway out of the van.

“Yeah, uh, as much as Robin’s den of depravity sounds like the event of the year, I think I’ll pass.”

“Probably the smart choice.”

Steve shut the van door and ran across the street, fishing keys out of his pocket. Eddie watched as he unlocked the door to the building, nestled in between a pawn shop and a convenience store. Once Steve was out of sight, Eddie pulled his phone out. In his brief absence, the group chat he was in had blown up, and he had a few missed calls from his friends.

Dustpan: is anybody bringing real food to the party tomorrow?

Garebear: Do you guys not have food in your house?

Microwave: not enough to feed all of us!

Leia: yeah, unless you guys want ramen and cheese its all night, we’re going to need to go shopping

Dustpan: which is why I’m asking

Wildred: I’m off work in an hour, I can pick something up if I need to

JIF: How did I know this would happen?

JIF: I just bought like 6 bags of pizza rolls because I knew this would happen.

JIF: Will you might wanna get chips or something

Microwave: get a veggie tray

Garebear: Jesus Christ Mike what are you, 80?

Garebear: a VEGGIE TRAY??

Wildred: lol I’ll grab some stuff. Other than Mike, does anyone have any requests?

Dustpan: depends, where are you going?

Wildred: … The store.

Dustpan: okay, WHICH store, asshole?

Leia: unrelated, but we’re out of coffee so if you’re going to the store could you grab some?

Wildred: That depends on the requests

Wildred: Yes I’ll get coffee

JIF: That is VERY related as I’m sure we will be drinking your coffee in the morning

Garebear: Tru

G-Man: I can bring chips Will don’t worry about it

Wildred: I’m getting pita chips and hummus and nothing else if you guys don’t tell me what you want

Garebear: Nooooo can you get jalapeno cheetos

JIF: Oh shit, yeah, seconding the cheetos

Wildred: Sure

Dustpan: ANYWAY I asked because I want those bulk plantain chips we get but if you aren’t going there then I’m good.

Wildred: I can get your stupid plantain chips, yes

Microwave: do we have eggos? el just texted me

Leia: WHY are you asking the groupchat that?

Microwave: bc i can hear one of you in the kitchen but i don’t know who it is

Microwave: and i don’t want to yell

Dustpan: it’s me, yes we have eggos.

Wildred: Lucas, do Max or Erica want anything?

Leia: please hold

Leia: max also wants jalapeno cheetos. erica wants pocky or oreos

Dustpan: we have like three different kinds of oreos. don’t buy oreos.

Microwave: we have oreos?? since when??

Dustpan: since like, thanksgiving break dude. if you ate more than dino nuggets and mac n cheese maybe you’d know that.

Microwave: hey. harsh

Microwave: i eat other stuff. i JUST asked for a veggie tray

Dustpan: yeah, because you use vegetables as a vessel for ranch.

Wildred: Eddie, do you want anything?

Microwave: also occasionally cheese, don't be reductive

Dustpan: there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you, you know that?

Wildred: Does anybody know what Eddie’s doing right now? I called him but he didn’t answer

Garebear: He never answers his phone, dude

Dustpan: huh. yeah, he didn’t answer me either.

Garebear: His phone has been on silent the entire time he’s had it

JIF: He should be off work by now, idk where he is though

Garebear: Dude. Did you just try to call him too? 

can you get me icecream?

Dustpan: eddie!

Wildred: Yeah man, what kind?

idk cookie dough or something? brand doesnt matter

JIF: He likes Ben and Jerrys

okay yeah but thats expensive

Wilma: lol I’ll see what I can find

you are a benevolent host

One of these days he'd need to come up with a funnier nickname for Grant.

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[crimsonblackrose]

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Dream Tory

all the rocks are dangerous even in a dream fight.

It's kinda like how Barnes just showed up in TKK3, but a dream.

Johnny...come on, you're getting beer all over Miguel.

Miguel's recommendations for new karate names: Johnny Lawrence karate, strike hard karate, all american karate.

Both dojos are reopening.

It's interesting that everything that Amanda didn't like season 1 and 2 she's on board now. But it's also because Kreese is a different beast then Johnny. Johnny's a dude trying to ruin a business and who found his calling. Kreese is telling kids to hurt one another and laughing when they beat each other to a pulp in front of him and taking his students sides if his students break someone's arm.

The other difference is Amanda and Daniel finally found balance. Amanda was home and front and center for all the Cobra Kai pain Sam went through and Sam actually communicated with her. So she could see what was going on first hand, try to handle it, realize she couldn't and then now her and Daniel are communicating, and trying together.

It's a little like wait didn't we just try xyz and it was a terrible idea? What changed? And what changed was Johnny isn't the big bad anymore (Probably never should've been considered on in CK) and there's a lot of nuance. Like because they're communicating, Amanda can determine okay Daniel won't be in today, so I can handle everything rather than already having plans and Daniel bailing. They're both better in sync and working as a team now.

Awww Miguel's first day back to school.

Miguel literally being loved as the sweetheart he truly is.

Johnny tries to buy an actual gym but it's his credit that stops him.

It makes me wonder how much money he'd made from teaching the first time/how much he made off of selling Sid's art piece, because he hasn't worked in quite a bit.

And the awful place that's his fourth one he looked at costs three grand.

Johnny now does karate in the park :D Which as mr. tried to have one class outside a week, kinda works.

As much as I make note that Daniel doesn't make as much effort/know how to make an impact with Anthony I do really like Sam and Daniel's relationship, though he does avoid doing a lot of the hard parenting stuff and let's Amanda do that. Which is a bit unfair to Amanda.

The last time they were out there it was with Mr. Miyagi, caught such a big fish Amanda was afraid to cook it so they ordered a pizza.

Though this was probably the smartest move because unlike their conversation in the car before school or any of their other ones, there's like no escape. Sam has to talk about what's going on with her. Which she's needed to do for like 3 seasons.

When the fight started I couldn't move I couldn't breathe.

Not quite accurate Sam, you came in hot, you kicked ass, but then you heard Tory and then shut down.

Johnny talks to the current cobra kai's but his other rejected cobra kais are watching and listening too. 💖

Also Johnny who can get past security because he knows all the secret ways in because he went to school there. 🤣 See, Johnny getting in makes sense, Kreese still confuses me. Did he have like a pass or something?

New dojo Havenhurts and Magnolia at 4.

I love the 'sorry kid old habit' after he knocks a kids books out of his hands. He's trying.

So much undealt with trauma that's been set off.

Yasmine slowly warming up to Demetri has actually been kind of sweet. Aisha really taught her a lesson she really learned.

Daniel needed to also go back to the basics, training with Sam for fun. They both needed that and it's really sweet.

He got a few of them. Pretty sure the kid behind Bert and Miguel is the kid Johnny knocked the books out of his hands.

Bert: a mongoose? Johnny: A real animal Bert (note no mean nickname, the kids actual name)

Also secretary birds, and those are so pretty, the curb stomp the heck out of cobras.

Johnny whipped that up super fast, he must's gotta design this stuff himself, who else would've made this for him. 🤣

Mitch: Eagles don't have fangs (Throws shirt at him)

🥺 He and his students are smiling that their other cobra kai people are joining. Even though it's a trick.

Kreese kicking outs students left and right, but any time he knows where Johnny is he offers to have Johnny come back.

Kreese must be making bank, his clothes look a lot sleeker.

Oof the "My students wouldn't make a mistake, show mercy and end up in a coma." Kreese just dropped all pretense of trying to get Miguel back. Which Kreese makes sure he knows because he looks at Miguel when he says it.

Kreese puts his hand out to stop Hawk but Johnny literally just steps in front of Miguel to stop him.

Kreese: This is your last chance.

Pretty sure you still hope he comes back or at least say so in later seasons. I also spotted new cobra kai students in the group.

[gingersnapwolves]

Kouri watches Only Friends, episode 4

Ugh that scene hurt so good, Khao is really such an amazing actor

Personally if I saw two of my best friends kissing when they thought they were alone, I simply would not take out my camera and film them. RIP to Boston, and I mean that literally as I hope he gets murdered, but I’m built different.

Mew really said ‘you sit here and think about what you’ve done’ to Ray and he was 100% right to say it

If this show has a romantic guitar pick, I might die

Okay why is Boston so obsessed with Top? In the immortal words of Patrick Verona, does he have beer-flavored nipples?

Even Top is like ‘okay what is the deal, I’m good in bed but not that good’

Nick are you cloning his phone? A little self-respect, please!

Boston: it’s better if there are no photos of me in compromising situations! It’s not like anyone could ever take one without my knowledge, like I did to the people who are supposedly my friends

Sand, Top, God herself: ‘Boston is a nasty skank bitch, don’t trust him’ and Nick’s just like ‘la la la can’t hear you over sound of Boston having sex with other guys’

Top, seriously? What do you think a rearview mirror is for

Just two dudes fighting in a parking lot. It’s definitely about the car accident, not about anything else.

YOU BUGGED HIS CAR?????? this show is fucking wild, I'm crying

Sand: I’m definitely going to keep this a secret and not go tell everyone I know

Sand over here saying Top stole his ex and I’m like ‘did Sand date Mew? It seems unlikely but not impossible.’ I think I need a diagram

Ray’s gonna find out that Sand punched Top and is gonna give him the ride of his life

No, Top. Nobody thinks you should get a cookie for quitting drugs. That’s not how it works.

Mew being like ‘eh it was fine I guess’ is so funny. He should get an award. Even if he actually is just manipulating Top, I’m rooting for him.

[house-of-slayterr]

I forgot To Blink:

Part 2 of Blinky’s backstory for @myers-meadow-selfship

Cw: A tiny bit of ableism and verbal abuse, nothing too graphic. (Not me making this a vent fic 🤪)

Blinky’s POV:

We’d been sitting in this musty van all day, Jay insisted on smoking weed without opening a window. I could feel the slight buzz of a second hand high hitting me. But I stayed quiet, not like they would listen anyway. Darla was sat next to me and my brother by her side.

She finally womaned up and asked him out, and I have to say, I don’t know what she saw in him. But he was a little nicer when she was around, and I was grateful for that. Becky was fiddling with the radio, paying whatever popular garbage was current. And Jay drummed his hands against the wheel as he hummed along.

I could feel that familiar dooms day feeling crashing over me. It happened anytime a place got too loud or too stuffy. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it, but I guess I screwed that up too. Darla turned to me and squeezed my hand lightly.

“You good?” She whispered.

I shook my head.

“Hey Jay, you think we can stop for some fresh air? I’m getting a little cramped back here.” She asked.

I was thankful she didn’t throw me under the bus. It confused me how someone so kind could be attracted to my brother. He barley even paid attention to her when they were together, unless they were making out or having sex. I doubt he even knew her favourite colour. It was obvious it was purple, she wore it almost everyday.

“We’re never gonna make it to the damn beach if we keep stopping.” My brother snapped.

“Relax dude, we need some gas anyways. We’ll just stop up ahead and you can get us more beer yeah?” Jay said.

It was typical the person driving got to make the decisions on a road trip. Or so I’d read. My brother just grumbled. We pulled into a desolate little stop. There were only 4 gas pumps, and the pavement was sun bleached. It’s the type of place you’d typically want to avoid. But right now I would walk face first into a sharks mouth if it meant getting out of this damn car.

I watched as Jay took the keys out of the ignition and stepped unbuckled. He was about to open the door when I spoke up.

“You can’t pump your own gas here, you’ll get a fine.” I warned.

“Oh, thanks.” He said simply, hopping out and heading toward the door to go get someone.

But before he made it across the parking lot, someone was already on their way over. They probably don’t get a lot of visitors. The man had an odd appearance, at least for a day job. He kinda looked like a clown, and I giggled slightly to myself.

“What a freak.” My brother commented.

Reminding me of my already sour mood. He grabbed Darla’s hand and dragged her inside. I followed behind and left Becky in the front seat. Last thing I needed was to be trapped alone in a conversation with her. Talking with her was made me want to smash my head into a brick wall. She only cared about material things, and skin care. One more comment about how I’d look nicer if I just put on some mascara and I was going to rip out all my eyelashes just to spite her. Being seen as “pretty” served me no interest, I didn’t want to attract boys, or any attention really.

I shuffled into the gas station, looking around. It seemed like some sort of gift store, one stop shop combo. Guess it made sense, there wasn’t much for miles. Best to be the store that has everything so you make all the profits. I could feel eyes on me when I entered. I could always tell when someone was watching, it gave that uncomfortable feeling that made your skin crawl. I believe that was what people were referring to when they talked about “goosebumps”. Emotions were hard for me to understand, no one could ever explain them to me.

I tried to ignore it, still calming down from the anxiety of travelling somewhere I didn’t know. I don’t even know why my brother brought me along. I hated the beach and everything it brought with it. The hot sand, the salty water, the slimy stones or seaweed or little fish that caught you off guard. Not to mention the shallow boys doing stupid things to impress girls, but really it’s just a show for their friends. And the half naked girls throwing themselves at any guy with a little muscle. It simply wasn’t my scene. But Mother always insisted I go along with him, hoping I’d make a friend and stop being her problem. That’s all I ever really was to them, a problem.

My eyes landed on some colourful packaging and I stalked over to it. They were sour gummy worms! I loved sour Candy! In my excitement I seemed to forget who I was in the company of a si approached the counter. My brother yelled at me in annoyance and stomped after of the store after paying for his beer. Darla followed after him like a puppy dog. I looked through my pockets to see if I had any money left. Jay left his wallet in the car at the last dinner so I paid for dinner. I had just wanted to leave. I sighed when I realised I didn’t have anything left. My money for the entire trip wasted. As I was about to put it back, the man from behind the counter held out his hand. I looked at him confused.

I attempted to explain to him I didn’t have enough money and was just going to put them back. But it seemed like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Why was he being so nice? It wasn’t a very smart business move to sell a product for less than it was worth. By the looks of this place, they weren’t making enough money from stray tourists. I sighed handing him my necklace. He could think of it as a tip, he seemed like a hard worker. I gave a tight lipped smile before I walked back to the car.

My brother was behind the wheel now and it seemed he was eager to leave this place. I watched as we pulled into an old rundown motel. I stayed behind as they talked to the receptionist and got the keys. I leaned up against the side of the van.

“The fuck are you laying around for? Get the bags in the room!” My brother snapped, tossing me the key.

I didn’t waste any time, knowing I could rest soon if I got it done. I heard Becky’s ear piercing laughter as I struggled to drag the last bag inside. Despite the no smoking sign on the outside of the door, Jay had already lit another joint and was passing it around the room.

“Thanks for bringing in our bags.” Darla said.

At least someone appreciated my efforts. I slumped down against the wall in the back corner.

“Wanna hit?” Jay asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my brother beat me too it.

“Don’t waste your good weed on them man. They wouldn’t even know the difference.”

Jay just shrugged, taking another hit. I tuned out the noise as I slumped back against the wall. This corner wasn’t too bad, at least the carpet was kinda soft. There were two queen beds, and it made sense the couples would get them. I just prayed they had the decency to not get all handsy in their cross faded stupor. I could ignore casual conversation, but Becky was a loud moaner, well she was loud all around. But if I had to over hear her shagging Jay one more time, I was going to pull a Van Gogh and cut off my ear. Fuck it, might even become a hermit too, it beat this bullshit.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Fran-“ my brother began.

“Already on it!” I snapped.

I shouldn’t of felt bad, he deserved it. But I hated when my overstimulation ruined the mood.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Babe, just drop it.” Darla plead.

Had to say, this was the one time I was thankful she was pulling him in for a kiss. As long as it kept him quiet and attention off me. I opened the door to see a girl standing there. She was quiet pretty, and I liked her cowboy hat.

“Nice hat.” I said, before I could even stop myself.

She giggled.

“We’ll hey there cutie!” She smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but blush, no one had ever called me cute. Not even when I was a baby, my mother always said my brother was the cuter offspring. Something about me not looking right when I came out. She said my fucked up head showed on the outside. It seems I got distracted because she giggled again.

“You ok there sugar plum? You’re redder then a life guards nose.”

I was utterly embarrassed.

“People do often forget to put sunscreen on their noses.”

“You’re funny, I like you.” She said.

“Frances, who the fuck is at the door?”

I groaned. I saw a slight shift in her face, but I couldn’t discern it. I wasn’t all that good at reading people.

“Well I was just about to tell this sweet little thing here that all the restaurants in town are closed for the night. You met my brother down there at the station, and my Mama suggested I invite you folks over for some dinner. Ya must me starving after all the driving.”

She gave a dazzling smile.

“Oh, that’s kind of you.” Darla commented, trying to decline in a polite way. “But I think we’re alright.”

“Ya sure, Mama’s awful excited to have some guest. We don’t get many visitors round here. It be no trouble at all.”

But she wasn’t talking to Darla, she was looking right at Jay. I rolled my eyes slightly when I watched his fall down to her chest and move back up to her eyes.

“I could eat!” He said.

“Better than these chips.” Becky agreed. “Besides this idiot been drinking all afternoon, don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to him puking cause he went to be on an empty stomach.”

Darla showed some apprehension, but agreed none the less. “I guess I am sort of hungry, babe?”

“Hope your brother has better table manners than he does customer service skills.”

“Then it’s settled, you folks follow me.” She said.

“I don’t believe we got your name, I’m Jason.” Jay shamelessly flirted.

I never understood how someone could do that right in front of the person they supposedly “loved.” But it seems that’s something I would never understand.

“You can call me Baby, Sugar, everyone in town does.”

The glare plastered on Becky’s face wasn’t surprising. I followed up the back, letting them handle the bulk of the small talk. Baby kept stealing glances at me and I couldn’t tell for the life of me why. I just kept my gaze on my shoes. The house was just as run down as the store, if not more. But it had good bones. Must have been made sometimes in the late 1800’s by the looks of it. A little paint and it would be good as new.

It smelled nice when we entered, whatever Baby’s mom was cooking smelt lovely. I relaxed a little, glad to be back out of the Texas heat. As I leaned against the door frame, I sent another smile smile to the man from the store. It was actually kind of nice to see him again. I sat down next to Baby as dinner was served.

A smile smile graced my face as I listened in to the dinner talk. Everyone was actually being pleasant for once. And our hosts accents were smooth and buttery. It felt homey, well, more like the opposite of home. And I guess that’s what I liked about it. I noticed they took a liking to pet names, throwing them out every other sentence. My head grew a little heavy, but I suppose it was getting kind of late. Suddenly Jay collapsed into his food. I starred at him bewildered.

I mean I head of people passing out after smoking too much weed, but that seemed dramatic. I once realised that wasn’t what was happening when the others looked as confused as I was. No, not confused, sacred. Becky looked horrified. But more importantly my brother looked livid. I couldn’t even comprehend half the things he shouted at me. I watched helplessly as one by one his friends fell, but he was too focused screaming at me to care. I was seconds away from having a meltdown but I tied my best to stifle it. I could feel my brain slipping away into dissociation.

As if to answer my silent prayers, the man from the gas station smashed a bottle over his head. I couldn’t stop the trembling before it started. I was so confused and upset and nothing made sense right now. And I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Baby said something to break the silence but I couldn’t really comprehend it fully.

My medicine? What did they give me? My brain felt sluggish and slow, but I couldn’t help by lean into her warm touch. It was so gentle, unlike anything I’d ever known. Despite my best efforts my eyes closed and all the sounds faded away.

I woke up in a bed. The events of last night came rushing back to me and I shot up. I was still wearing yesterdays clothes. I threw the blanket off to see my shoes were still on. I took stock of myself, I didn’t notice any new scrapes or busies. I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t wake up in an ice bath with my kidney missing. So things could certainly be worse. I crept my way over to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked.

Of course it was locked, idiot. Everyone was just drugged by a bunch of strangers. But why? I wasn’t hurt, but perhaps it was foolish to assume the others were as fortunate. I heard footsteps from down the hall and ran back to the bed, throwing the blanket over my head and slowing my breathing. I’d done it thousands of times before, when I didn’t want my mother to know I’d stayed up passed my bed time. I heard the click of a door opening.

“Aww, they’re still sleeping Otis, look.” Baby whispered.

All I could hear was a grunt in response from the man who was supposedly Otis.

“It should have warn off by now.” He said.

“Maybe they’re just tired, poor thing looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Their eye bags made them look like a racoon.” She giggled.

“Baby, what are you doin?” He asked.

“I wanna play with my new friend Otis, stop being such a cocksucker.” She hissed.

I felt the bed dip and then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me ‘awake’. I decided it was best to play along and slowly opened my eyes, feigning a small young.

“Good morning sleepy head!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Cool it with the volume Baby, christ they just woke up. People don’t want to deal with you barbie personality first thing in the morning.” He jabbed at her.

“It’s ok.” I said softly.

She glared at him almost as if to say “you see, it’s fine.”

“How ya feelin? Sorry things got a little… intense, last night.” She said.

A little intense, what at odd way to recount last nights events. I decided I didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Did you- did you kill them?” I asked.

Otis stiffened at this, uncrossing his arms from his chest and almost instinctively moving to block the door. Like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Sure did Puppy! Your little friends weren’t so friendly.”

“They weren’t my friends.” I corrected.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

“You called them my friends, they were my brothers friends.”

“Oh, so then that piece of shit is your brother.” Otis said.

“Is? Not was…”

“You got a brain on you kid, yeah, fuckers still alive. Much to my distaste.”

“How come?” I asked curiously.

The two shared a look between them. What, did I say something wrong? I was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and getting in trouble for it. I mentally prepared myself to be scolded.

“You know, I give Otis here shit all the time, but brothers ain’t supposed to be like that.” Baby said.

“They aren’t?”

I looked to Otis to see him frown and shake his head.

“He like that all the time?” He asked me.

I nodded. “He was actually on his best behaviour yesterday. He nice in front of people.”

“Nice?” He scoffed. “Your brother wouldn’t know nice if it bit him in the dick!”

I giggled a little at that. I liked Otis, he was funny.

“You think that’s funny?” He asked.

Baby was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but blush again. It was odd to have so much positive attention on me.

“It’s a little funny” I admitted shamefully.

Otis dropped his guard a little, moving closer to the bed.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked sadly.

I mean I suppose if anyone was to do it, I’d want it to be them. They were so nice, maybe they would make it quick. Suddenly Baby’s hands were on my face, gripping my cheeks.

“Don’t you ever say something like that again! Of course not you sweet baby. Why would anybody ever what to hurt a cute little thing like you?” She said.

Her tone was sweet, but her hands were forceful. I could tell I upset her and I wanted to cry. I really didn’t mean to.

“I’m sorry, I always fuck these things up, my brother was right.” I said.

Otis sat on the other side of me on the bed.

“Nothing out of that gutter trashes mouth is right, ya hear? The fuck did he tell you?” He sounded angry too.

I held back my tears, starring forward at the wall, afraid if I blinked they’d finally fall.

“He and Mother always said no one would ever love me because I’m Autistic. I make everyone uncomfortable and I do things that aren’t right. I don’t understand a lot of things, and it’s really hard. But I promise I’m trying.” I said.

Their silence was the loudest thing I ever heard. It made my skin crawl and my ears hot. I just wanted them to say something, anything. Even if it was just them changing their minds. I get it, I’d just be a burden anyways. I jumped slightly when Baby touched me, expecting her to grab my arm harshly. But instead she just pulled back and sighed.

“I’m going to fucking kill that shit for brains.” She muttered.

“Look, kid-“ Otis started.

I turned to him, giving aggressive eye contact. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know where else to look right now. I watched him tense and internally cringed. Great job proving your point dumb ass.

“Your brothers an idiot. Shit, I’m pretty sure Baby here has what your fancy city doctors call ADHD-“

“Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Was that even English?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said, confused.

“That was a joke- I. Point is, seems to me like your plenty lovable. Shit, ya got me over here feeling bad and shit. And that ain’t easy. We’re not gonna let anyone hurt ya Kid. Fuck, we need a name for ya!” He groaned in frustration.

“How bout Blinky?” Baby pipped up, her chipper mood returning.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Cause they don’t blink. Think I’ve only seen em blink twice since they opened those pretty little eyes.” She giggled.

“Oh, sorry.” I said.

A few tears finally fell when I closed my eyes and I groaned. I hated crying, my tears were always hot and they burned my skin. I frustratedly wiped them away with my sweater sleeve.

“Aww shit Sugar, don’t cry.” Baby said.

“I’m not, they just do that sometimes.” I said.

She giggled once more. Apparently a noise she made quite frequently. But her laugh wasn’t annoying like Becky’s, so I didn’t mind all that much.

“I- I like Blinky.” I said seriously, giving her a small smile.

“Then it’s settled! Spaulding already agreed you could stay. Course, he said I gotta take care of you. But I’m so excited to have a little sibling finally! We’re gonna have so much fun together Blinky Firefly!!” She squealed.

She pulled me into a tight hug, and I stiffened.

“Alright, release them you python.” Otis joked, “don’t think they can breath.”

“Oops.”

“Welcome to the family Blinky. Not sure I can say the same for your blood, he’ll be gone by morning you just say the word.” Otis offered.

“I think I’d like that, yes.” I answered honestly.

“You’ll fit in just fine here.” He said, ruffling my hair before leaving the room.

“Go easy on em Baby, don’t want to scare em away.”

He made his leave. She grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Can’t be a Firefly looking that that, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I certainly had a lot of change to get used to. But somehow it didn’t seem so scary. I think I’ll like it here.

An: Not sure if Texas specially fallows the gas rule, but for the purposes of the story we’re going to not fact check me on that, lol 😂 Also, I want to make it very clear that I don’t think any of these things about Autistic people. These are just things I’ve heard as an autistic person.

[forestgreenfairy]

A Teenage Kind of Love (salvis)

Episode 3 

(sal) 

It's 9:00 when there's a knock on the door. My dad yells "it's Larry" from the door and as I'm getting up Larry bursts into my room laughing then falling on my bed.

"DUDE you will never guess who was in the parking lot just now," he says looking up at me.

"Who," I say, getting ready for a story as I settle back into my bed. 

"TRAVIS FUCKING PHELPS!" he yells laughing once more.

"What was he doing?" I am confused and slightly concerned.

"He said he was on a drive and got tired so he pulled over," he said using air quotes and giving me a look.

"Well... I guess that's responsible" I say wondering about his true intentions 

"Dude... Be so serious. He's like stalking you or something" he says flipping over. 

"No, I gave him our address" alerts mouth fall open. 

"You do know he's like violently homophobic like he hit you," larry says "plus what if his creepy church comes here and tries to convert us?" he asks 

"I don't think he believes the way they do," I say and Larry looks at me even more confused than before. 

"Anyways," he says "I gotta go" he smiles jumping off the bed.

(Travis)

When I wake up it's still dark outside. My clock reads 4:50 am. My chest fills with anxiety as soon as my brain starts thinking. I feel terribly aching and dirty. I drag myself out of bed and to the shower.

The cold water hits my skin as I step in and it sends shivers down my spine. I quickly turn on the warm water but the hottest the shower gets to is lukewarm. Going through the motions, washing my hair and then my body. I get out and dry off looking in the mirror. My hair is a mess.

I do my usual routine, brushing my teeth, making sure my hair is perfectly in place, fixing my shirt. 

When I get downstairs the clock says 5:20 am. Dad goes downstairs at exactly 5:30 every morning. My eyes darted to the liquor cabinet and then to the stairs. I grab my backpack and then open the cabinet door. I looked for a second then heard heavy footsteps moving upstairs. I quickly grab two beers and put them in my bag, careful to not have them touched to avoid any noise. I shoot up and move over to the table. 5:30 the clock says as my dad steps onto the ground. 

"Let's go, Travis," he says, not looking at me.

The car ride is more silent than ever. I step out and feel calm. Finally away from his presence. I walk through the big doors into the busy hallway people rushing to get to class. I ditch my backpack in my locker and then go to class. 

It's after lunch and I'm in social studies when I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I grab my bag out of my locker and head towards a back door at the end of a hallway no one uses. The air is cool and nips at my nose but I ignore it and sit down on the step. I open my bag and grab one of the beers. It tastes terrible but that's not really what I'm after. I just need an escape.The bells ring and the 8th period starts but I don't move. She'll count me absent I think. Oh well. Then I hear footsteps and talk walking towards the door. Shit. 

I grab my stuff and run around the corner of the building. I don't even look back because if the preacher's son is caught drinking behind the school? My dad's reputation would be ruined. And more importantly, I would be dead. I throw the empty can on the ground and put my bag back on. I can't walk home and if I go to class now she'll want to know where I was. I walk quickly through the front doors and no one notices and make a b-line for the bathroom.

I sit on the floor in the big stall opening the other can. It's so quiet I swear I can hear my thoughts. I just want them to go away. It's halfway through the 8th period when someone walks in. I hold my breath hoping whoever it is won't notice I'm there. 

"Travis?" It's sal. How does he always find me when it's him that I want to be away from most? 

"What Sally faces," I say with hostility in my voice. He sits down just like before, next to me but separated by the door. 

"Larry told me you came by the apartments yesterday but never came in," he says with concern in his voice. I don't respond. 

"Are you okay?" he asks and with time his worry grows but I don't answer.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say blandly hoping he will leave me alone if I don't sound interested. He starts talking about how if I needed to talk he was there but swiftly switches subjects talking about his day momentarily stopping to ask me about mine, but I'm not listening to what he's saying I'm just listening to him. His rich voice danced through the air and into my ears. I am utterly captivated by it until I realize what I'm doing. 

I'm such a homo. I need to cut this bud at the stem before it grows into a flower I won't be able to cut. I say I have to leave then quickly move past him and back into the hallway. Class is over in 2 minutes. I head outside and wait for my father. 

(sal) 

After Travis leaves I sit there for a moment thinking about all I said and the lack of what he said. I could tell he was drinking or high. I don't know. I just hope he doesn't make this a habit. I get up and look at myself in the dirty bathroom mirror. My hair is in it's not-so-perfect pigtails and my prosthetic is a little loose, so I tighten it. My worst fear is falling off or slipping at school. I ignore the anxiety and leave the restroom. I see Travis on the steps of the school through the big glass front doors and my heart flutters. I feel funny inside but I don't understand it. I once again ignore this and move on with my day.

[patronsaintofmath]

i will jot it down here so as to not forgot my adventure of today. went to pick up omd at his house in palo alto to go to pincushion. drove up playing cumbias & the drive to pincushion was so scenic i almost pulled over & told him to drive bc i wanted to just enjoy the view. but anyways once we made it to the cattle chute, he showed me a little tunnel where there’s a bunch of graffiti & there we found a dead cow. he said that isn’t the first time he’s seen that & that it’s quite sad the cows go there to die. so he reached out his hand to help me back up & we went through the regular trail. there was a random pair of jeans left at the entrance. there was a lot of incline. thankfully there were some spots where it was flat for like 20 ft so i would stop there & take pictures as an excuse to catch a break but omd told me i handled the incline well. i asked him if he knew any jokes so he tried to think of dad jokes but the only one he knew was smth like “why was the pterodactyl quiet when he went to the bathroom,” & i said smth bc of the P & he’s like yeah the P[ee] is silent. at the top, there were 3 women w a speaker blasting music. i was kinda upset at that. i just wanted peace & quiet at the top. so i hurried up to get to the highest point where they weren’t. omd stopped to talk to them so i was alone for a bit at the top js sitting there. then he came up & we just hung out for maybe 10 minutes but the little bugs kept flying at me so i got up & he took that as his cue to get going too. so we took down a different trail so we could do a loop. i wish i could remember the turns we made but all i remember is a right after the pincushion peak. he was telling me about how i gotta make college friends bc those are the people that will be good to have around 30 years from now. then we talked about the 1800s & videogames & mexican culture. i was skipping & jumping about when we were going downhill, uphill, & on flat land. i was having so much fun hiking! ok then we made it back to the car & dude told me about pizza factory & i was like ok so we went down there. omd said we could split a sandwich & he’d pay for it but in my mind i was like nah i need more than half a sandwich so the only logical thing to do was tell him “nah i got us this time” bc he had paid last time & i secretly had the plan to order myself a whole sandwhich. so then he just paid for his beer & he got a salad which i noticed was cheaper than the sandwhich so i wonder if he got that bc it was cheaper but anyways. then we were outside & that’s when he started talking about religion & politics & eugenics & DNA & yellowjackets & so much other stuff. he also asked if i knew something about DNA (the topic escapes me now) but at the time i did so i said yes & he’s like yeah you went to edison you’re a smart girl LIKE PEOPLE THINK THAT JUST BC I WENT TO EDISON IM SMART NO YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT I SUCK AS A STUDENT but thank you for thinking so highly of me. then on the drive back we listened to doors & he was asking about my music choices & that’s when i showed him that i put his playlist on spotify. the whole ride back he talked about music. then we arrive to his house & invited me in & i step into some sort of office that is not an office actually but a room full of antique stuff. & the living room & entrance were the same way. but he was so excited to show me everything & i noticed that. he showed me some art he made w sticks & branches he found. he polished & glued rocks on top of them. thinking back about it now it reminds me of ben making his stop motion animation film from parks&rec. oh & i met seth & he’s jokingly telling me to buy omd’s stuff bc he has so much stuff & wants it gone & he’s like [omd] likes you he can give you a discount & i was like oh my goodness ive been accepted as a person 😭. & when omd had introduced me to seth he said it like he had already talked about me to seth so PEOPLE ARE PERCEIVING ME NOOO. dude has a huge house. an office, 4 bedrooms, kitchen, living room, laundry room, 2 bathrooms, & a big ass backyard W A POOL & JACUZZI

[gauthist]

top 10 grocery store chains in my area and why

1 MARKET BASKET BABY i fucks with you babe because you got the best goya selection in the game especially with the champagne cola sodas and you got ketchup chips you are so vital to me man. my ignorant ass still thinks you treat your workers well because i saw good articles about u in the valley breeze like 6 years ago so i’ll just trust on that too. ur good to me im good to u

2 big y. they sell la fin du monde here which is my favorite beer but i dont have beer ebt so i very rarely get it. they have cute stuff here and by cute i mean like cheddar sausages im gonna try this week and also they got like those meatball sub places in there i want to try.

3 dave’s fresh marketplace. purely because it feels good to get red strips even though they aren’t anything anyone normally eats but its fuckin rhodey babes.not sure if cuz i liev in farm country but everyone in there is old as fuck too

4 hannaford. good meat and it reminds me of a camping trip i had in new hampshire with my brother before he got radicalized by internet nazis and being unmarried in his 40s. good meat sometimes and it looks cute as hell inside

5  park n shop was my local supermarket and had 2 other locations in massachusetts and it was used in a very famous pinkie pie x rainbow dash fig newton meme on the internet which blew my mind as a kid cuz it meant a brony was literally in my hometown and i never found him which was ok. also its closed permanently now so we have no grocery store

6 ocean state job lot. doesnt really count as a grocery store but what else am i gonna put here. fuckin eataly? i wish dude. they have insanely good pizza sauce somehow but all in all not everything is a super good deal even though its a discount store. at least theres never anyoen in there so i can fuck around dancing in the aisles

7 shaws/star market. pretty much only ever went to the one near babcock street as a student like 4 times but my friends liked it evne though the fried chicken there was bad. they had jarritos i liked in there.

8 wegmans. went here once in natick i think. didnt buy anything. thats on them, not me. they had an interesting looking food court thing but like. i didnt have any money so i’ll give them a a chance in the future

9  stop n shop. fucking garbage produce and they hired those expensive as fuck camera robots that i want to kick every time i’m in the store. the only good thing ever is that they mislabel steaks as ground beef one time. also the one i go to the most

10 brigido’s fresh market. says they take ebt but employs crackheads who cant figure it out so we have to put all our shit back

[gimpnellynerd]

I won't lie, they just played MGMT's Kids and I had the strongest wave of homesickness for being new to NYC, feeling confident in myself and my career for the first time ever, and making friends who were immensely important to me. There was a lot horrible in those years in my personal life and my work environment, and I've shared a lot about that, but there were a lot of really wonderful times and experiences.

Moments like walking down 5th Avenue for almost 6 miles while talking to my sister on the phone, and just soaking up the sounds of this city we've both lived in. Or like taking my little sister to her first Broadway show. Or meeting very nice celebrities from Scott Adsit to Milo Ventimiglia to MC Chris to Sean Maher (why did I meet so many dudes? Oh right comics). Or walking across both the Williamsburg and Brooklyn Bridges. Or fireworks on a Williamsburg rooftop where I knew basically no one while playing George Michael's Freedom 90 and sipping my favorite beer. Or learning to stand up for myself against the men of the world. Or becoming a feminist. Or rediscovering my childhood passions, like doll collecting and being outdoors. Or finding hidden (or not-so-hidden) spots in Prospect Park that made me feel like all the generations of New Yorkers were standing there all at once, all the way back. Or discovering I have a favorite landscape architect. Or spending hours in the Met, looking at art and antiques, and feeling like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Or concert after concert, from U2 in Giants Stadium (2x) to the National in front of 200 people in the basement of Webster Hall to illegal Brooklyn venues with PBR in trash cans and a brass band in the kitchen. Or photoexploring with my two camera-nerd friends, who I've never been able to replace or find anyone else so eager to walk the industrial areas of Brooklyn or hunt the newest street art or take in a new museum.

When I left NYC, I felt resentment the entire time I lived in LA. Mostly towards Disney for taking me there, but then also because I felt like I couldn't leave. I also made some good friends and memories in LA, absolutely, but I missed New York so much that I was blind to anything good about LA. Now I can look back and remember so many good meals and adventures and important moments, even if they were very different from what I had in NYC.

And I held onto that for too long. I will always miss New York, and it will always have played a role in who I am today. In so many ways, I learned to be the version of myself I am now while I was in New York. Those 4 years, from 25 to 29, were life changing. But I can't go back, and I wouldn't want to. I am so much happier and healthier now than I could've dreamed of back then. I appreciate that Janelle, and I remember her generally fondly. I also remember most of those people and experiences fondly. But I like this version of myself much more. And for the most part, I've held onto the people who were significant to me.

So while I am definitely drowning in ridiculous Gossip Girl nonsense, I'm also enjoying a trip down memory lane.

Rewatching OG Gossip Girl and wow is there some really terrible mid-late aught fashion and also really great mid-late aught music. I moved to NYC when it was in its second season and I'll be honest that Blair Waldorf was my fashion inspo that year.

[filmbyjy]

JAM OUT - twenty-five! submissive hoon??

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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WARNING: mentions of sex/intercourse and sexual jokes here. do read with caution. oof and this is quite a lot of angst so umm yeah👍🏻 I really channeled something while writing this😬

jay knocks on your bedroom door and you opened it.

“ready to go?” you eyed him up and down.

“why are you wearing like you’re about to go to a fucking club?” you questioned the boy.

“because that’s park jongseong for you.” sunghoon says as he appears from around the corner. jay shoves sunghoon and they both start bickering.

“yah yah, can you both idiots not fight? ni-ki is asleep.” you point to your bed. both boys look between you and the younger boy.

“did you two-” smack. you hit sunghoon’s shoulder. he winces. jay hisses at the loud smack.

“what were you going to say, park sunghoon?” you gave him a creepy smile.

“n-nothing, mommy.” sunghoon says. you rolled your eyes.

“dude, what the fuck.” jay gags.

“ignore him, he likes being submissive.”

“nah, did you two fu-”

“sext. we only sexually texted and it was years ago.”

“it was 4 years ago, okay.” sunghoon admits.

“so you’re telling me i’m the only one who hasn’t fooled around with you.” jay folds his arm.

“well, you don’t like me that way and besides, would you really wanna fool around with me when you adore my brother so much?”

“well…”

“you’re thinking about it. stop, jongseong.”

“look…you’re hot and well…”

“that’s what jake said.”

“how adorable.” jay deadpans. “listen, you still have to explain what the fuck is going on. you can’t just leave me and hoon out of this.”

“what about huening?” you say.

“huening is always clueless.”

“yeah, taehyun will fill him in. don’t worry.” jay says.

“fine, let’s go somewhere.” you walked away.

“where?” the boys followed you.

“somewhere quiet and somewhere no one knows about.”

“does it require a car?” jay asks. you looked at him.

“yeah.” jay jingles his car keys around.

“then let’s go.” he throws the keys to you and you caught it.

you drove the boys over to a secluded spot. they shut the door to the car and looked up at the building.

“are you sure, this is safe?” jay asks.

“yeah. just don’t fall in any hole.” you say.

“this is the part where I die.” sunghoon dramatically says.

“oh shut it, hoon. me and heeseung have done this a bunch of times.”

“heeseung hyung? is this spot yours and heeseung’s?” jay asks.

“yeah. we made this our meeting spot back then in high school. it’s a place where he could clear his mind off things and a place where I could run away and escape from reality.”

“and now…” sunghoon trails off.

“it’s left with bittersweet moments.” you say.

“bittersweet moments like? tell us more about how heeseung was back in high school with you. he didn’t always like telling stories about in the past. he says it’s too suckish and lame.” you laughed before settling down on a spot that you and heeseung always sat at.

the two boys sat down with you. you threw them beer cans.

“well, it does sound like heeseung.” you sighed. “i’ll tell you everything and how he was with me.”

back then, it was simple. you and heeseung have been very close. he was your best friend and will always be your best friend. until you caught feelings for him.

“i’ll be truly honest with you. i’ve known heeseung since middle school.” the boys gasp.

“tell us more about how was back in middle school. I think I can blackmail the shit out of him.” sunghoon smirks. you shook your head whilst laughing.

“sorry hoon, i’m saving myself from possibly getting murdered by him. he hated himself in middle school.”

“aww come on, just one photo.” sunghoon begs you.

“bro, please stop. it makes you look like a bottom.” jay says.

“well.” sunghoon pouts.

“for your info, sunghoon is in fact a bottom. he loves to be pegged.” you joked.

“NO I DON’T!” sunghoon yells.

both you and jay laughed.

“i’m kidding. now, let me continue with my story.” you say.

heeseung was like you said, your bestest friend. he has known you for so long and has known most of your secrets. ones that you’ve never told even jungwon. he treated you with such care back then and as time passed, heeseung starts to change.

“he wasn’t like himself. well, not entirely himself. I don’t know what happened and how he really changed into this fuckboy shit but it happened.”

when heeseung changed and became the fuckboy he was today…he started ignoring you. he didn’t care about what you did and never bothered to check up on you. it was like he was a robot. filled with no emotions. he lived his life without a care in the world when in fact he did care in the past.

“i know he may show care because he is with you guys but you guys don’t know how different he was in middle school as compared to now.”

while heeseung didn’t show care to you. your feelings have never changed, you tried to talk to him. get him to hang out with you but he only replied with “i’m busy.” or “sorry but this chick I’ve been talking to just texted and asked to meet up. sorry (name).”

it hurt you. it hurt you a lot to see the boy you fell in love with ignoring you just for a random hook up. which was why in college, you decided to possibly dress up more womanly. hence, you let that fateful day happened. you never regretted having sex with heeseung but a part of you did regret when he decided to go back to how he was the next day.

“I don’t know why it was so hard to fucking see that he will never like me that way.”

“then why did you let heeseung be your fwb?” sunghoon asks.

“because I love him.”

with heeseung randomly asking you to be friends-with-benefits, you thought of it on the bright side. at least, he admitted that you were the best person he had an intercourse with. which made you superior to the other sexual partners he had. you were ecstatic so you agreed. for a month and a half, both you and heeseung well had sex a lot of times (he had a high sex drive, which isn’t a surprise judging by the amount partners he had)

when it hit the 2nd month, you noticed heeseung (after the aftercare) texting and smiling on his phone so you curiously asked. he simply replies, “oh just some girl i’m talking to.” he gets his shirt and pants back on. “I’ll leave alright? need to meet up with her.” he smiles before closing your bedroom door. you were left there in shock.

“he wanted us to be exclusive and be loyal to each other but he started fucking around again. after having sex with me, he would leave to go on a date with someone else. I was so fucking upset.” tears began to fall. both sunghoon and jay turned to each other. jay wipes the tears falling from your eyes.

you hesitated to tell him because you knew he wouldn’t care. which was why you decided to fuck around with jake. which was obviously not a good plan because you only hurt yourself in the process (though jake is extremely nice). you knew heeseung would get mad especially knowing you two were exclusive but if he could go around with other girls…why couldn’t you do the same?

“i just wish we didn’t have sex in the first place so our friendship wouldn’t get fucked up. i most definitely wish I didn’t fall in love with him.” jay holds you close and so you cried on his chest. sunghoon gently caresses your back, to comfort you.

“fuck, we didn’t know it was this bad (name). we’re so sorry.”

“yeah. if it makes you feel any better, we could maybe put a distance between us and heeseung?” sunghoon suggests. you sniffled.

“no hoon, you guys are his friends. it’s not right for me to stop your friendship with him because of our problems.”

“(name), no. you don’t understand. he hurt you and you are our friend too. we aren’t going to side with someone who hurt our friend.” jay says.

“god, what did I do to deserve you guys.” you groaned. sunghoon snickers.

“we are your friends (name). we would do anything for you.”

“even if it means…decelis disbands.” jay says.

“decelis disbands…fuck, forgot we are in band.” you say.

“our fans are going to be sad.” sunghoon says.

“well, it’s better to disband then to you know continue.”

you hear footsteps walking towards you. then you noticed…it was heeseung. he was smiling and holding haerin’s hand. once he notices you were there along with sunghoon and jay…he pauses.

“(name).” heeseung says.

“you brought a girl to our spot?”

“yeah, we said we’d bring our significant other here eventually and well…me and haerin are dating.”

“heeseung, we promised to do that if we truly loved our partner.”

“yeah and I love haerin.” heeseung says. it fell silent. there was an obvious thick tension in the air and you hated it.

heeseung loved haerin?

jay notices how you were tearing up again. he clenches his fist before voicing out.

“dude, you caught us on the wrong time. I think it’s best if you leave.”

“what? no. it’s my secret spot too. it’s not just (name)’s.”

“well too bad, it’s not yours anymore so get the fuck out.”

“i’m (name)’s friend too.” heeseung says.

“not anymore. the moment you walked out of our house and moved. you aren’t our friend and most certainly not (name)’s friend anymore.” sunghoon glared at heeseung.

it was truly terrifying to see jay angry but sunghoon? god, it sent shivers down heeseung’s spine. he was ten times worse then jay.

“get the fuck out, now.” sunghoon sternly says. heeseung doesn’t say a word, too shocked at how they were speaking to him. jay cocks his brow and scoffs.

“better yet. how about you take this dump. since you’re such a piece of shit, we’ll get out of your way.” jay grabs your hand and pulls you away from the place.

“oh and clean up while you’re at it. at least be a decent human being since this is now your place.” sunghoon adds before he continues to follow you and jay out of the building.

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[romanshomeonwattpad]

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

✧ pairings — elliot x fem!reader, nate jacobs x fem!reader (only for this chap)

✧ warnings — smut, reader is in self destructive mode, fingering, drugs, rue being moody

✧ authors note — help,, it’s 4:30 am and i need to get up in six hours to do something for school but yet im obsessed with this series. also, this is RLLY messy so bare with me, it gets better. ok ly

✧ chapters — 1 | 2 | 3

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This was your second joint, which was half a gram of indica, your eyes extremely hooded as you leaned against the wall of Elliot’s room. You had only shown up to the hangout because you didn’t want Rue or Jules knowing why the two of had fought; which was because Elliot admitted into wanting to fuck Jules. Who knows—he might have wanted to fuck Rue as well. You didn’t even know who he was anymore. Your fingers began to grow lazily, barely and loosely holding the joint, your head hitting the wall as your brain began to tingle due to the marijuana.

It usually took you a lot to get loaded, but whatever this shit was, it was doing its job.

You heard giggling, mixed in with echoing laughs, making your eyes peel back open to glance over at the dancing teens. Your lips slightly twitched at Jules, who was resting her head in Rue’s lap, the brunette looking at her with hearts in her eyes. Staring at Jules, you realized how much you hated her. She was fucking perfect. Long, toned legs, with a toned stomach to match her model like features. Her eyes were bright and foxy, looking both innocent yet completely sexy. No wonder everyone fucking like her—look at her.

Clenching your jaw, your eyes flickered over to Elliot, who was laying on his bed with his own joint in between his lips. You missed those lips. They tasted like mint and weed against yours. He hadn’t spoken to you since the two of you fought, and you doubted he would apologize—even though he was a nice guy. It appeared his ego was blocking him from seeing how fucked up he was at the park, hurting you by a ton, so you tried to squish the pain away by turning to weed and alcohol.

Grabbing a beer can off the desk, you tried to erase your thoughts, cracking it open before taking a large sip. Rue let out a damn as you inhaled sharply, the gross taste stringing your tongue, tasting like cat piss and sweat. “Shit, Y/N. You’re gonna be fucked.”

“Whatever,” you huffed before taking another hit of your joint, “It’s not like I need to be home soon anyways.”

Jules laughed, “You mind passing the joint?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Use Elliot’s. This one’s mine.”

Rue wrapped her arms around Jules, brows furrowing at your tone. “Hey, chill dude. C’mon just give it to her. Looks like you had enough anyways.”

“I think I’ll know when I had enough,” you snapped for no reason in particular, knowing that you were just taking your anger out on the two immaturely—which added onto your anger. You just wanted to forget Elliot’s touch on your body, his sweet words, the look in his eyes when you fell apart for him; all of it. You needed this much more than she did, “There’s a bunch more. I need this one.”

“For what?”

“What? I can’t just smoke it by myself?”

“You’re being selfish and rude, Y/N,” Rue suddenly spat out, growing defensive over her girlfriend, who rubbed her arms and whispered for her to calm down—but Rue shook her head, “No, no. It’s not okay. You’ve been acting pissy this past week, for no fucking reason, or your just not telling us why. So either tell us why or leave.”

Elliot sighed, leaning up in his bed before putting out his joint, “Alr—“

“Acting pissy? Okay, well, I’m sorry that not everyone tells every single person they know about what shit goes on in their mind,” I shot back, feeling frustrated at her words. It was hard to tell people about my problems, or to even open up in general—since I had done that my entire life. Pushing myself to stand up, I kept my balance and slightly wobbled on my feet. Tingles shot up my body as I tried my best to look at her, “But fine—since I’m so pissy then I’ll just leave.”

Rue scoffs, “Whatever, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened at the annoyed look on her face, but trying your best to push those feelings down, you avoided eye contact with everyone and grabbed a new beer can before walking out the room. Your body leaned onto the side of the wall as you walked down the stairs, mind circling in dizzy repetitions, cracking open the second beer before walking out the house. The sun had vanished below the horizon, the cold night meeting you harshly, as you chugged half the alcohol before walking down the street.

Your eyes stung with tears at your best friend’s words, and you realized you had lost both of yours friends. Your head kept tipping back and forth as you felt like you were floating across the pavement, barley noticing the car slowing down beside you as you walked, intoxicated.

“Y/L/N!”

Your eyes flashed over to the white pick up truck beside you, brows snapping together at the sight of Nate Jacobs in the drivers seat. His brown hair was swooped to the side with gel, a red polo shirt stretched across his broad chest as his veiny arm gripped the steering wheel, “You need a ride? It’s not safe to walk alone at night,” his eyes flashed with something, “..especially someone who looks like you.”

Your judgement was intensely clouded, the beer can in your hand slipping out of your grip, hitting the floor with a splash! You weren’t the biggest fan of Nate Jacobs. He was cocky, arrogant, manipulative, but he was also rich, hot, tall, and had the body of a Greek god. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of him right now, especially with the smile he was sending you.

He tried again. “C’mon! Lemme take you home, Y/N.”

Biting your lip, your mind flashed to Elliot, and him saying how he wanted to fuck Jules. Your fists balled at your sides. What if you did something with Nate? Would he become jealous? Nate and Maddy had broken up recently, and it looked like he was trying to forget about someone, just like you, as well. The difference was that you were a virgin, but maybe you two could do other things. Mumbling a fuck it, you gave info your self destructive thoughts, and headed towards the truck. The smell of gas wafted up your nostrils as you swung the door open, hopping onto the seat before slamming the door back shut.

The atmosphere was thick and heavy, your head hitting the cushioned seat as you heard Nate chuckle.

“How high are you, Y/L/N?”

You snorted, “Too high.”

He started the car again, kicking it onto gas before speeding down the street. Your lips turned into a smile as you leaned out the window, arms clutching the door, as you bent down and let the wind hit your face. No seatbelt, and if you weren’t so high off yours ass, you would’ve realized that Nate was totally checking out your ass. You giggled as he turned a corner, “Your wild, Y/L/N! Weren’t like this last year.”

You sunk back into you seat, looking at him all fucked out and giggly, “Yeah—well, I’m tired of bein’ a prude.”

He hummed, raising his brows as he gave you a once-over. “Really now?”

You nodded.

“Uh huh. Now I’m just gonna with the floooooooow.”

At your words, he only snickered before pulling into an empty park, before shutting off the gas and leaning back in his seat. Your eyes flew over to his, where he licked his lips, thinning his eyes as he smiled over at you charmingly.

“Y’know, I remember I had a crush on you back in eighth grade,” he admitted, his tone smooth and even, “Yeah. And, you used to wear these glittery leggings that you never seemed to take off. You probably even showered with them.”

You laughed, “Yeah. I remember those. I was sad when I outgrew them.”

“Hm,” he nodded, “but I always thought you got prettier each year. And now—I have to admit how breathtaking you are, Y/N. You interest me a lot.”

Your finger fell onto your bottom lip, innocently chewing on it as you batted your lashes up at him. The drugs inside of you were betraying your mind, making a wetness pool in between your thighs, even though you knew that you wouldn’t even blink twice at him if you were sober. Your tone was sweet, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “You heard me.”

His eyes sunk into yours, but it wasn’t the same as it was with Elliot. He didn’t make you excited. He didn’t make you want him. No butterflies fluttered in your belly at his words, but instead, you felt a fire beginning to build in your core. Your next words were seductive and bold.

“Y’know, weed makes me horny,” You sighed, shifting in your seat as you leaned back. His jaw clenched, “I hate it. It’s so hard to relieve myself.”

He took his lip in between his teeth, his large figure leaning towards you, over the dash, and his large hands finding your hips. He didn’t wait a moment more, not like Elliot, who usually made sure it was okay before you did anything. No. He instead smashed his lips against yours, purely acting on hormones, and you kissed him back. Hard. His lips tasted of spear mint gum. Tongue forcing itself into your mouth, he pulled you into his lap, bringing his hips up into yours as you both panted heavily.

Your hands flew to his neck as you rubbed at his flesh, his hands vanishing beneath your sweater and squeezing your sides. They were cold, making you whimper, but he swallowed it as he continued to make out with you. Your core throbbed as you ground down against him, rocking back and forth, trying to find any sort of release.

“Make me cum,” you whispered in his ear, feeling like you were in someone else’s body. You licked the shell of his ear, “Please, Jacobs. Fucking make me cum.”

One of his hands wrapped around your throat, pulling your lips off of him to make you look up at him. Some fire swirled in his dark hues, making you softly moan, his upper lip curling at your dirty words. Your chest heavily rose and fell as his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, before sliding down the front of your sweater, past your tummy, and down to the waistband of your dickies. You whined as he chuckled, “Want me too finger your pussy, Y/L/N? Hm? Make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to without me?”

Fuck. This guy was good.

You nodded, “Fuck yeah.”

He chuckled before you sat up, letting him pull down your bottoms, along with your panties, and tossing them in the back of his truck. Your hands flew to his shoulders as he looked down at you in the eyes, your hips jutting forward when one of his cold hands cupped your mound.

“Stop teasing,” you snapped, “Just fucking-ah!”

He slapped your clit, before pushing inside two of his fingers without warning, pumping them quickly inside of you. The weed amplified the pleasure, making tingles and sparks shoot everywhere in your pussy, toes curling as you held onto him for dear life, “Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—“

One of his thumbs rubbed at your clit, the other two pushing against that spongy spot inside of you. Your face twisted as moans and screams poured from you, which spurred him on, your lips smashing against his to quiet yourself down and not wake up the entire city. Your tongues fought for dominance as he mumbled something against your lips.

“Bounce on my fingers like it’s my cock, and cum all over them. Fucking do it, slut.”

He didn’t call you something sweet like Elliot, such as baby or princess. He was mean, degrading you like you deserved, which began to set you off. You complied with his words, finding a rhythm and hopping up and down on those skilled, long fingers of his. His expensive cologne filled your senses as he whispered dirty things in your ear, such as such a fucking slut f’me or keep screaming my name yku dirty bitch, which made you even more turned on.

The liquid sounds could be heard from your soaking folds, gasping as Nate quickly retracted them, and rubbed all the fingers over your clit, “Look at me.”

Your eyes found his, mouth falling open as he nodded, “That’s it. Fucking squirt for me,” your throat ached as a scream of his name tore thrice the truck, feeling warmth rush through your pussy as your cum sprayed all over his hand, “Good fucking girl. There ya go. So fucking hot.”

You bit your lip, grasping at his wrist as you came down, feeling extremely sensitive after your orgasm. He just made you squirt. But once he was finished, instead of sucking on them, or making you do so, he wiped them onto his jeans as your legs shook. A smirk spread onto his lips as regret instantly hit you.

He was getting ready to pull out his cock, but you stopped him, shaking your head. His brows furrowed. “What? You don’t wanna fuck?”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, climbing over to your seat and pulling your underwear back on in the back. After finding your pants, you heard him sigh, “This was a mistake, Nate. I need to go home.”

“You can’t just—“

Not letting him finish, you hop out the car, legs still shaky from the high he just gave you, and began to run to your house.

Lifting your head from your pillow, you groaned at the sound of your parents arguing with one another. Luckily it was Saturday, meaning you didn’t have Schoo, and you were especially thankful for that due to the raging headache that was pounding your head right now. When you arrived home last night, you went straight to your room, and passed out on your pillow. And here you were, thinking about the consequences of your actions.

Nate Jacobs fingered you in his truck.

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you regretted that stupid decision. I mean, he was really good at it, but you wished it was someone else. Not him. What pissed you off was that he took advantage of your non-sober figure, knowing it would be easy, but in the end didn’t get what he wanted in return. But still, you felt dirty, hiding under your blankets in your dark room. You had hung blankets over your curtains to refrain light from coming in, adding onto your depressed like state. Pulling out your phone, your eyes squinted as you reviewed your messages.

Brows raising, you spotted a handful of missed calls from both Elliot and Rue. Even Jules called once, probably Rue using her phone. You read the texts.

Rue Rue

12:27 am

Hey I’m sorry.

Rue Rue

12: 30 am

I’m an idiot, I’m aware. I should be there for you instead of ganging up on you. I love you.

Flipping over to Elliot’s messages, your heart skipped a beat at his words.

Ellie-lot

1:15 am

Where r u???

Ellie-lot

1:16 am

Ik ur like mad at me but can you answer for fucks sake

Ellie-lot

1:16 am

I’m sorry.

You bit back a smile at the last text, feeling more high then the weed could ever make you feel. Your cheeks turned rosy as you typed to text back, but then receive another text from Rue—which you were about to ignore, until you actually let the words she had just told you sink in. As soon as your eyes read the screen, you dropped your phone, a hand slapping over your mouth as everything around you began to crash down. Panic began to set in as you blinked quickly.

Rue Rue

11: 21 am

You slept with Nate Jacobs???? Is this you???

Linked with the text was a picture of you, sitting in his lap, smiling with your red eyes as his hand was wrapped around your throat. It was obvious you were on something, but the picture made you feel sick, your lips shaking as cruel and nasty comments were typed beneath the Instagram post created by a fake account. It was obviously Nate, who had created it because you left him blue balled. Everyone also knew what his car looked like.

“Fuck,” you whispered, reading the comments.

Thatbitchnamedbb - world star !!!!

KittyKat - delete this it’s gross

Danielsofficial - hot as fuck

Ruebennett - I will fuck you up Jacobs, delete this shit rn or I’m calling the cops for child pornography

Tears rolling down your cheeks, you shut off your phone, not responding to the texts before curling up into a ball.

[shiroichiban]

aaron z headcannons of him meeting the love of his life during Pandapocalypse 2002 please !!!

oh to meet your soulmate in the parking lot of a convenience store after you nearly get killed by a giant red panda 🥰

Aaron Z x Reader meeting after pandapocalypse 2002~

setting the scene: it's like, an hour? two hours after the pandapocalypse incident. everyone has been sent home including 4Town and a survey will be done on the damages tomorrow

just imagine 4Town chilling in like, a convenience store trying to comprehend what just happened to them

aaron z is just there with his usual expression but his mind is going through some serious gymnastics as he tries to figure out what the hell just happened (like bitch deadass witnessed a panda fight and??)

he was doing all of this thinking in front of the ice cream however and you really wanted your cookies and cream >:((

"uh... are you ok?" "!!" he whipped around and looked at you before mumbling an apology and you kinda thought this guy's getup was weird

orange just wasn't your favorite color and 4 wasn't your favorite number i guess

you grabbed your ice cream and wanted to leave but the dude was still staring into space and you felt bad leaving him there, "you wanna sit outside?" you offered and surprisingly he nodded

(god knows where the other 4Town members are honestly, jesse and robaire are probably looking at beer, tae young's checking out the crappy drugstore nail polish, and aaron t... is in the bathroom i guess)

so it was the two of you casually sitting on the plastic chairs outside the convenience store as you eat your ice cream and just look at him like 'u high r smthn bro?'

aaron z was not high he legit just witnessed a panda brawl and watched them ascend into some heavenly plane he was reflecting ok >://

then he deadass just asked you "have you ever seen a red panda fight?"

"no??" "good for you"

ok if you thought this guy was weird then, he was definitely weirder now. but your curiosity got the best of you so you went, "why do you ask?"

"the skydome got destroyed by a big one"

"a big... red panda fight??" you had thought there was an earthquake earlier or something, the only news you saw about the skydome was the fact that it was destroyed, "your shitting me right"

"i wish i was"

SIR WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN

you kinda just stare at him in disbelief and sigh, "you like cookies and cream?"

"sure."

"ok here, say 'ah'". you offered him a generous spoonful of your ice cream which he took happily

"why?" he asked in the middle of you spoon-feeding him and you just shrugged, "you need this ice cream more than me"

you ended up feeding him at least half of your container of ice cream, which made you sad but oh well you could always buy more.

once the two of you had finished your ice cream you kinda just sat there with him, staring into oblivion contemplating the meaning of life, his head was leaning on your shoulder at this point and you could tell he was tired af

it was then his bandmates came back out and told him it was time to leave

you had to jostle him with your shoulder to get his attention as you gestured to his bandmates, who were all smirking at him... concerningly

he got up and handed you a small slip of paper and some cash, "thanks for the ice cream" he mumbled and for a second you thought he looked embarrassed??

as he left the other four guys were waving back at you, especially the one with the cap which felt lightly concerning but you shrugged it off. looking down at the cash he gave you it was almost double the price of the ice cream, sweet.

scribbled on the slip of paper he gave you was... his number? you punched it into your phone and texted him 'you gave me too much money so i'll treat you to ice cream again next time k?'

the only reply you got was '<33'

teeeechnically it should end here but as you were walking home you saw a flyer for this boy band called 4Town and when you picked it up you laughed cause it literally looked just like the guy you saw

THEN YOU REMEMBER YOU NEVER EVEN GOT HIS NAME??

you being the flirting genius you are managed to get the guy's number but not his damn name

he ended up calling you later trying to apologize for the last text he sent, saying it was his bandmate that typed it and not him, you laughed it off before going, "anyways i never caught your name so?"

"it's aaron." "oh like the guy from 4Town lol" "yeah that's me" "wait seriously–"

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from July 11-15 2022 Reddit posts

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