#and i've been meaning to try it cause it looks so good..... i've had fried chicken from there and it was amazing so i trust it

[willlmesh]

im allowed to have fried food again i got crab cakes babyyyyyyyyy

[sturniqlo]

Wait For You- C.S

summary: Chris leads Y/n on and things don't end well between them. What happens when they cross paths again but she's not ready anymore?

cw: angst, cursing

an: this is a favorite of mine, hope you enjoy:)

masterlist

-----------------------------------------------

"Hey Chris!" Y/n says as Chris opens the front door to let her in. "Hey, Y/n." He gives her a side hug as she enters the house, closing the door during the hug. "Know what you wanna do today?" Chris asks as he leads her up the stairs to enter the kitchen. "Mm, thought we could go shopping? Maybe eat lunch while we're at it?" She leans against the island.

"Sounds good, let me go get changed really quickly." He says as he runs off to his room. Y/n stays in the kitchen, pulling up a chair and scrolls on her phone. If Matt or Nick were here, she would be hanging out with them while she waited for Chris. After less than ten minutes Chris enters the kitchen once again. "Ready?" She turns on the phone and get up. "Let's go."

"Hey! I told you if you wanted fries and you said no." She whines as she sees Chris grab a handful of her fries. "Sharing is caring, pretty sure Paula showed you that." He refers to her mom. "Whatever," She rolls her eyes. "I have something to tell you later." She says, feeling nervous. "Can I know now?" She shakes her head at his question. "Fine, I think I can wait."

"What time do you have to be home to film?" She asks as she puts the car in drive. The triplets had started their youtube channel not that long ago, and they quickly got a following and became popular after graduation which was about a month ago. "In like fifteen minutes." Chris shrugs. "Fifteen? Why didn't you tell me? We're like thirty minutes away." Chris grabs her hand resting on the arm rest. She starts to feel those butterflies in her tummy anytime he touches her. "Wanted to spend more time with you."

As Y/n pulled up to Chris' house. She parks the car and looks at Chris so she can tell him the news. "So," Chris cuts her off. "Y/n, can I tell you something?" Y/n nods. "Sure, anything." Chris sighs before he begins. "I know we've been hanging out a lot lately, and I've noticed that you've seen me more as a friend, but I don't feel the same way. And I'm sorry if I made it seem like I felt the same way, I just didn't want you to feel embarrassed that I wasn't showing the same emotions back." Her heart sinks and her ears start ringing.

"What?" She says in disbelief. "Y/n," He starts again, and tries to grab her hand, but she pulls her hand away. "Chris, no. Are- are you serious? You knew I had feelings for you, so you decided to play along and just mess with my feelings? Do you know how fucked up that is? I- I can't believe this." Her eyes start welling up with tears. "How could you do something like that? You could've just told me when you first noticed and I would've back off. I would've preferred that more than your stupid ass game."

"Y/n it wasn't a game." He sighs, feeling his heart break each time he saw her wipe a tear that he caused. "Get out my car, Chris." She turns to look out at her window, she couldn't even look at him anymore. "Y/n, let's talk about it, please?" Chris pleads, but it doesn't mean anything to her anymore. "Chris, seriously, get out of my car. I can't be around you right now." Her tears are coming down so fast she can barely wipe them as they fall down to her neck, leaving streaks of mascara down her cheeks.

After what feels like hours, she hears Chris unbuckle the seat belt and collect his shopping bags from the floor then opening the car door and getting out. Finally, she looks over at him and sees that his eyes are glossed. "Don't you dare try to contact me or use any of our friends to reach me and don't come to my house. I'm done with you and our friendship." She grabs the car door and slams it. She quickly puts the car in parks and drives off.

As much as Chris wants to chase after her car like a damn dog, he stands frozen in place. His heart aching more by the second, and every second that passes by he wishes his commitment issue hadn't gotten in the way. Now he has lost his best friend.

It must've been a while that he stood there. The sound of tires on the gravel making him look up, only hoping that it's Y/n returning to talk to him. To listen to him. It didn't help that both Matt and Y/n's car were black and almost looked like the same model. He only realized that it was Matt and Nick from the way Matt beeped at him.

"The fuck you standing out here for?" Nick says as he rolls the window down sipping on his Dr.Pepper. "I just fucked up in the worst way possible. I broke her. Fuck." He puts his hands on his eyes and throws his head back and sighs. Nick knew what Chris was talking about. He had told his weeks prior that leading her on wasn't the smartest idea. But, he never listened to him. "Nick, take him inside. I'll park the car and head inside." Nick gets out of the car and picks up Chris' bags off the ground and wraps his arm around Chris' shoulders to take him inside.

"Fuck, Nick. I- I should've listened to you." Nick shushes him. "Hey, we'll talk about it in a bit. Why don't you cool down a bit, okay?"

It took Chris about an hour to calm down and collect his thought before he could tell his brothers what had happened. During the hour of silence, Nick snuck some texts to Y/n even after Chris told him not to. Knowing that she said specifically to not use them to try and contact her. However, Nick was contacting her for himself. After all, she was a friend to all three. Matt just laid back on the couch and put his hands on his forehead. Just thinking about how if she doesn't want to talk to Chris, she doesn't want to talk to all three of them. And also thinking about how he lost a friend.

After telling them everything that happened, Matt didn't hesitate to call his every name in the book. Idiot, Son of a bitch, Dumbass, Stupid, Dickhead. You name it. Matt didn't know any of this was happening on Chris' part. He knew Y/n had a crush on Chris and the way he saw Chris with her, he thought he felt the same way. But, Matt was wrong.

The two boys kept telling him to go to her house. Matt offered to drive him. But, Chris always reminded them of the part where she said to not go to her house. "Okay, how about you just give her a week or two. And then go to her house and talk it out. And during that time, me and Nick will text her to see how she's doing." Matt suggested and Chris liked the idea.

Over the next fourteen days, Chris' daily life consisted of waking up, eating, laying back in bed, scrolling through pictures of himself and Y/n, shower, eat, and sleep. Nick and Matt tried to reach Y/n every other day to not annoy her as much. Nick asked her to hang out a couple of times but she always politely with being busy and getting ready for college. Y/n was the only one out of all four of them to apply to colleges as she wanted to major in marketing. Nick asked her what college she chose but she always left him on read.

The triplets had known that she applied to many colleges, both in-state and out of state. She didn't tell them which ones because she didn't want to get her hopes up if she felt particularly about one school.

On the fourteenth day, Chris decided to head to Y/n's house. In the morning, he walked into Matt's room and asked if he could get a ride more later to Y/n's house. Of course, he said yes. Given the fact that he wants Chris to fix this situation he caused. Then came six o'clock. The sun was unfortunately starting to set. Chris kept stalling whenever Matt came into his room and asked if he was ready. "The sun is going down for fuck sakes. If you don't get your ass in the car in ten minutes i'm not taking you whenever you ask again." He leaves and shuts the door. Chris looked himself in the mirror, his under eye bags had gotten bad. His hair was messy, he hadn't shaved his somewhat of a stubble. He looked a mess.

When Matt was getting fed up in the car he went to turn off the car but he saw Chris come out the house. "I'm nervous." Chris says has he gets in the car, pulling his hood on. "Just- I don't even know what to tell you, honestly."

The fifteen minute car ride was silent the whole way. Chris' leg kept on bouncing and he kept picking at his fingers. "It's your time to shine, buddy." Matt padded his shoulder. Since there was no parking in front of her house, he parked at the beginning of her block. "If she slaps you, you deserved it and I don't blame her. But, whatever she says you have to respect her decision. Good or bad. You really went low with this one." He unlocked and turned off the car. "I'll see you in a bit."

As Chris began to walk to her house, he couldn't get the image of her crying out of his head. He'd never made her cry. He'd only ever seen her cry once when her childhood dog passed away a couple years ago. He saw her car in the driveway and knew she was home. He took a deep breath before going up her stairs. It took him a minute or two before ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door. He waited there for a minute. Chris started to believe that Y/n saw him standing out there from her home cameras and chose not to open the door.

"Respect her decision. Good or bad." He replays Matt's words over and over in his head. He snapped out of his trance as he heard footsteps approaching the door and unlocking it from the inside. As the door opens he's met with Y/n dad, Ryan. Fuck. He thinks. Y/n's dad is really protective of her and he wouldn't be surprised if Ryan just punched him across the face.

"Christopher." He never called him his full name. Always Chris or son. "Hey," He pauses. "Is Y/n home?" Chris says. Ryan furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "No, she's not." Now Chris is confused. "But, her car is here. I'm sorry, I haven't spoken to her since that day." He mentions and her dad hums. "Ah, yes. She told me about that. Just to let you know, I'm not mad at you and neither is Paula, trust me. You two are still young and are learning about love and everything. I know you two will find your way back to each other." His words make Chris' shoulders sink in relief. "But, I have some bad news for you, Son." Here it comes. She doesn't ever want to see him again. Ever. "I don't think she told you did she?" Chris looks at him weird. "About what?"

"She chose her college two days before going last saw her. I'm guessing she never told you when you two last saw eachother." He says the same thing again. "She told me a couple of weeks ago she was thinking of choosing Boston University because she got accepted." Did she leave for college already? Was she currently unpacking her dorm? "Chris, she left for California, she got accepted into UCLA. She's on the plane already." His heart sinks and he feels like can throw up at any moment. "What? Nick- he spoke to her yesterday. He didn't tell me this." Chris says.

"I'm sorry, son. Maybe you can call her when she lands? But, it'll be pretty late. It'll be twelve over there and three am here." Chris sighs. "I- I have to go. I'm sorry about everything, really. I'll see you around." Chris tries to hold back his tears. "Take care of yourself, Chris." He walks down the few steps and power walks to the car.

"She left, Matt." Chris startles Matt as he came out of nowhere. "What?" Matt drops his phone on his lap. "Did you know about this? Did Nick tell you?" He yells. "Chill out! No, I didn't know about this. Nick knows?" Chris gets into the car and pulls out his phone to call Nick. "Where did she leave to?"

"She got accepted into UCLA, she was going to tell me that day and I stopped her from it. Fuck." He tells Matt. "Holy shit."

"Nick, did you know that Y/n left for California and didn't tell us two?" Chris spits out as soon as Nick picks up the phone. "Wait, wait, what?" Nick yells. "I didn't know about this. I know I was texting her but she only mentioned college not what college, holy shit."

A YEAR LATER

It had been a year since Chris had last saw Y/n. Over the first month of not having Y/n by his side, he realized he had actually felt the same way about her. He tried to call her that same night he spoke with her dad but she didn't pick up. Weeks after weeks, all three of them tried to call. She didn't answer anybody. Not even Nick. They were all devastated that she had went no contact with them but they respected her choice. She had her reasons and they didn't question it.

The triplets had moved to LA in hopes of boosting their careers as content creators. But, the thought of Y/n being in the same city as Chris was always in the back of his mind. Any place he went, he always looked for her. Every restaurant, store, party, park. Everywhere. Chris had tried to move on, but he just couldn't.

It wasn't until one day where Nick had went out on his walk and stumbled upon a smoothie shop. He went in curious about the new place that had opened ten minutes from their LA home. Has he waited in line and placed his order, he took a seat on a bench near the window. He heard the chime of the bells that hung over there. As always he looked to see who had walked in. And his eyes almost came out their sockets. It was Y/n.

Although her hair was dyed from black to brown, and she was wearing sun glasses. He recognized her small tattoo she had on her arm, a little star. He stared at her like a hawk. His childhood best friend who he hadn't heard from in a year stood in line in the same smoothie shop ten minutes from his shared home with his brothers.

He wanted to make sure it was actually her. He hoped that she would take her sunglasses off of her face. A couple of seconds later, she rested her glasses on top of her head and he spotted that tiny mole she had near her eye. She went towards the back of the shop and sat down placing her bag on the table taking out her Macbook. When the barista called out his order he grabbed it and sat back down on the bench. Contemplating if he should go up to her.

He sent Matt a quick message. Not sending one to Chris because he know he will check Nicks location and sprint to see Y/n.

nick

you'll NEVER guess who's at the smoothie shop!!!

matt

smoothie shop?

nick

it's Y/N

matt

y/n??? as in y/n, Y/N??

nick

what other y/n do we know? should i go up to her? idk what to do HELP!!

DONT TELL CHRIS

matt

yes go up to her!!

and no i won't tell chris

After sipping on his smoothie and nervously biting his straw. Nick gets the courage to go up to her. "Y/n?" He stand in front of her table. "Nick?" She gasps and smiles. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?" She stands up, he places his smoothie down and gives her a hug. "I live like ten minutes from here!" Nick says. "You guys ended up moving to LA?" She pulls away with a smile on her face. "Yeah! We got here about three months ago." Y/n hugs him one more time. She couldn't believe it was Nick.

"Sit, sit with me. If you're not in a rush, that is." She sits back down and Nick pulls out the chair in front of him. "Not at all." They chat for a while, ignoring that one question Nick is wanting to ask. But eventually he asks. "I don't want to ruin the mood or anything but, what happened? Not with you know who but getting up and leaving all of a sudden?" He says. She sighs, putting her smoothie down. "I was going to tell you guys. I was actually going to tell Chris that night but then you know what happened. I had- It was a spur in the moment, I guess? I wasn't supposed to leave until the end of August. But, I needed time to focus on myself and I just thought to come here and get used to the place I'll be in for a couple of years."

"And I know you guys were probably calling me, but, shit, you won't believe this but my phone got stolen right when I landed here. Some idiot on a bike swiped my phone from my hand when I saw the calls from all three of you. So I had to text my parents from a strangers phone. And I lost all my contacts, my social media passwords and everything." She sighed. "And I didn't memorize anyone's number besides my parents'."

"Oh shit, that would've been my last straw." Nick said. "Trust me, it was. I broke down on the phone with my mom and she actually flew out here the next day while she got me an uber to my hotel." After what feels like hours of catching up. Nick has to leave. "I have to go now." He pouts, looking at the time on his phone. They had been talking for three hours considering that it was now nearing one in the afternoon. "That's fine, here give me your phone, I'll give you my number." He hands her his phone and she goes to look for her contact. She replaces her old phone number with her new one.

"Here, I replaced my old number with my new one." He puts it back in his pocket. "Thanks, I'll text you first thing when I get home. And, is it okay if I told Chris that I ran into you?" He picks up his empty smoothie cup. "Sure, I don't hold anything against him anymore, and honesty I've gotten over him and the whole situation. I understand where he was coming from." She also grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder. Nicks heart breaks a bit for Chris but understands where Y/n is coming from.

"Oh- well I'm glad you're doing better now. Let's try and plan a hangout soon?" They both walk out the shop together. "Definitely! Well, I'm going this way." She points to the right. "And I'm going that way." Nick points to the left. "I'll keep in touch." Y/n leans in for one more hug. "Me too. See you soon."

Nick had a pep in his step as he walked back home. He kept replaying his conversation with Y/n. He just couldn't belive she was back in his life. When he stepped foot inside the house. He saw Chris on the couch. "Where were you? I thought you went on a walk?" Chris asks. "I bumped into someone." For a second, Y/n crossed over Chris' mind. But that would be impossible, right? "Oh? Who?" He turns his phone off. "Y/n," Chris' heart starts to beat fast. "Y/n? As in Y/n, Y/n?" He had the same reaction Matt did. "Yes, I ran into her at a smoothie shop and I hung out with her for a couple of hours." Chris couldn't believe it.

"Was- was she okay? Did she say anything about me? Does she hate me? Does she look different?" Chris rambled. "Chill, Chris. I'll tell you everything, but what she said about you. I think you have to hear it from her not me." Nick was right. Close to the living room, Matt had heard Nick's voice and hopped out of his bed. "Nick! How was it? Does she hate us?" Matt asks. "No, she doesn't hate us." Chris is confused. "Matt you knew?"

"Yes, but he told me not to tell you. Knowing you'd track him and show up in front of them." He explained. Chris agreed. He knew he would've made a fool of himself. "Did you get her number?" Nick nods. "We're going to plan something to hand out. I'll ask if she wants to hang out with all three of us."

Two weeks had passed since Nick ran into Y/n, they've texted everyday and gotten used to their old habits of before a year ago. Nick tried to hang out with her the week after they ran into each other but she had a busy schedule with her classes, exams, and her paid internship. But, she had a free day this next week, which is today.

She pulled up in front of the triplets house and knocked on the door waiting for an answer. A couple of seconds passed by and she heard loud footsteps coming. The door opened and revealed Matt. "Matt!" She smiles, pulling him into a hug. "Y/n! Oh my god! I missed you." He hugs her tightly. Pulling away, he moves from the door to let her in. "Nice place." She compliments as she enters the living room area. "Thanks." They both catch up a bit, her telling him everything that had happened a year ago.

"Where's everyone?" She asks. "I think they're showering, I know Nick was in there for a while." He says. Still, he can't believe Y/n is right in front of him. After a couple of minutes, Matt hears his phone ring from his room. "Shit, I'll be back."

Y/n sits in their kitchen alone, on her phone when she hears someone coming up the stairs. She looks to her left and sees Chris. Chris also sees her and freezes. Her hair is brown is the first thing he notices before he notices the smile on her face. "Hey, Chris." She stands up, Chris walking towards her. "Y/n, I- I can't believe you're actually here. Oh my gosh." He automatically pulls her into a hug.

"How- how've you been?" He asks as he pulls away, looking into her eyes. "I've been good. My internship has been kicking my ass, but the pay is too good to quit. And school is school. How about you? How have you been?" She asks. "I've been good, yeah. We've been filming a lot. I came out with a clothing brand called Fresh Love. That's been exciting." She gasps. "Really? That's so cool, I'll have to see it."

They both stare at each other, still can't believe that they're talking again. "Y/n!" Nick breaks their silent moment. Chris turns around and clears his throat. "Hey, Nick." Matt eventually comes back from his phone call and all four of them catch up for about an hour. They then decide to go to a restaurant for lunch. As they go downstairs towards the garage Y/n speaks as Chris quickly goes back up to the kitchen to grab something. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Nick and Matt nod. "You can use Chris' it's in his room." Nick points to the closed door. "We'll be in the car."

Y/n opens the door and sees Chris' room. He doesn't have much. But, she spots a framed picture of herself and Chris from their graduation placed on his nightstand. She quickly spots the bathroom and enters, closing the door behind her. Chris comes down the stairs and sees that his room door is open and is confused. Suddenly he hears his bathroom door opening and closing. He peeps inside and sees Y/n walk out from there, startling her. "Oh! You scared me. Sorry, Nick said I could use your restroom." She says. "It's fine. Hey, can I talk to you real quick?"

She nods. "I know I was a dick last year with everything that went down. And- and I had a lot of time to process everything that we went through and I realized that I had feelings for you all along. My commitment issue got in the way, and I hate that they did." Her heart breaks a bit. "Chris, I'm sorry but, I'm not ready for a relationship anymore. I also had a lot of this to process everything and I realized that I needed to focus on myself more and start fresh. Which is why I wanted to eventually tell you that I just wanted to be friends for now. And just see where we end up in a couple of months." Chris' chest pangs. Respect her decision, respect her decision. Matt's voice echos in his head. "O- Oh. Yeah, that's totally fine. i respect your decision, and I see where you're coming from, But, I just want to let you know that I'm in all the way and I'll always wait for you, okay?" He smiles. "Okay." She smiles, a tear slipping from her eye. But Chris quickly wipes it off from her.

"I'll always wait for you."

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 8

Fic Summary: Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you'll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

(1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9)

Chapter Summary: Eddie explains himself, and you two make plans to hang out on purpose.

5.7k Words

a/n: Sorry I haven't been updating! I swear, I'm almost always thinking about this fic but I've been trying to figure out where to go with it. I'm started to see how I want to shape the story (over 40k words in, go figure). Thank you all so much for your patience!

Also, I've had a lot of people ask me about Paige and have shown interest in what happened between her and Eddie. She is actually from Eddie's prequel novel, Flight of Icarus! I'll still explain bits and pieces during the story, but I highly recommend reading the novel for the full context. I am trying to write this in a way you don't need to read FoI, but it does give extra context to the story.

Anyway, we continue.

Aside from the mixtape playing in the van, it was surprisingly quiet between you and Eddie. Despite his eagerness to show up and take you out, now that you were sitting in his passenger side seat again, he had no idea what to do next. The sound of Iron Maiden was rumbling through the van, crackling through the old speakers. 

It wasn’t often that Eddie was at a loss for words or couldn’t come up with something to say. After embracing his role in the Hawkins High ecosystem as the resident loudmouth freak he could always come up with something to say to break the ice or cause a ruckus. 

But, being loud wasn’t exactly a substitution for actual charisma. He could hold the attention of his Hellfire Club during the game, and keep them safe enough from most bullies even. But intimidation was different than... whatever the hell he was supposed to be doing here. Flirting? That seemed right. He knew he should be trying to flatter you or compliment you or do something to show that he had an interest in you. 

“So,” you were the one to break the silence between the two of you. “What have you been up to for the past two weeks?”

Eddie know what you actually meant was “What the fuck, man?” which was a really fair question. 

“I should have called you sooner.” It was best to go ahead and rip the bandaid off now and get this conversation out of the way. “I’m sorry, I wanted to but I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” you asked, leaning against the passenger side door as you looked at him. Despite your eagerness to get out of Family Video with him, he could see that you weren’t going to just let him not explain why he hadn’t talked to you. Not that he was going to leave you hanging like that anyway. 

“My phone blew up.” Eddie said bluntly. 

“Your phone blew up? Like... actually exploded?” you asked, trying to see if he was fucking with you. 

“Remember that huge storm a few weeks ago? Turns out that old trailers don’t exactly have the best wiring sometimes so when lightning strikes it knocks out power for a few days and fries some important wires.” he explained. “So... yeah, we just got a new phone today and when I tried to call...”

“So, I didn’t answer my phone so you decided to track me down?” There was amusement in your voice which he took as a good sign. “Seems like you could have done that part earlier. I’m not hard to find.” 

“I’m not exactly interested in stalking.” Eddie snorted. “I’m already on enough people's shitlist in town.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” you laughed. “You know where I live, you could have shown up at my doorstep in the rain or used random phones around town to leave weird messages about how you can’t stop thinking about me or sent me letters with cryptic meanings.”

“Where do you come up with these things?” Eddie laughed, feeling the tension between the two of you start to dissipate. 

“I read a lot of bodice-ripper books.” you shrugged. “Trashy romance novels are a guilty pleasure sometimes.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a weirdo?” 

“Steve did about an hour ago when I suggested that Bozo the clown could be the shit out of Pennywise from It.” 

Eddie wasn’t sure what he expected you to say, but it wasn’t that. Every time you had shown up in his life, you had completely thrown him off. He was starting to suspect that no amount of “Munson Magic” was going to work on you. Not that he wanted to work his dad’s charm on you to begin with. 

What he really wanted to do at that moment was ask you about your little bet with Steve. No, wait, not a bet. A deal? Maybe he should have asked Dustin more questions, or at least waited until after Hellfire to talk to the kid- 

”So what’s the plan?” You broke through his thoughts once again. “You show up out of nowhere and have me get into your unmarked van to take me to a second location... is there a second location in mind?”

There wasn’t, Eddie really hadn’t thought that far ahead.He’d panicked after his talk with Wayne and had shown up to Family Video on the chance that you’d been there. He’d run straight out the door with every intention of finding you and let you know that he was stupid for not trying harder to call you before. 

”I figured we could just... drive.” He wished he could ignore the sudden parallel between you and Paige. He wished that he could just forget about what happened in ‘84. Fuck, him and Paige never even had an official date, only hooking up in his van for a few weeks before everything blew up. 

Wait, was this a date? Crap, that had been the plan right? Show up, ask you on a date and then... then he’d be on a date. What the FUCK was he actually doing? He was acting so fucking awkward now- everything had been easier before. Why did Dustin have to open his big mouth about this?

“Just driving sounds great.” you said, and Eddie once again tried to relax. Every girl he had been with had wanted something from him. Nicole Summers and Cass Finnigan just wanted bragging rights that they got with the freak, and Paige had wanted him to be a rock hero. What did you want from him?

“Have you eaten?” It wasn’t exactly late, but it wasn’t really early in the evening either. His uncle always asked him that whenever one of them got home, and it had taken Eddie an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was Wayne’s way of showing that he cared. 

“I could eat.” you replied, which at least gave this... whatever this was, some structure for the night. Eddie didn’t have a lot of cash on him, but he could probably scrape together enough to get you each a burger or something. 

When the Iron Maiden tape clicked off and spat itself out, you took it upon yourself to pull it out and look it over. “Got any other tapes in here? I need to judge your music taste.” 

That made Eddie laugh “You and every other person in this town. I have a few more tapes in here.” He tapped on the center console which you eagerly dug into, flipping through the different cassettes with eagerness. 

“Metal. Metal. Metal. Metal.” You said, going through each cassette one by one. “I’m starting to see a pattern here, Eddie.” 

“What gave it away?” He said deadpan. “Was it that I play guitar or the fact that we’ve only bonded over music so far?”

“And Chris Morrison.”

“And Chris Morrison.”

“It was your hair, actually. You look so much like Eddie Van Halen it’s actually uncanny.” You looked up from the tapes and he could feel your eyes studying his face. He was glad that it was dark out now, as he could feel warmth rising in his cheeks at the comparison. Was that a compliment? Were you into him looking like Van Halen? 

“Van Halen?” Eddie asked. “I figured I was more of a Kirk Hammett type.”

“The hair yes,” you agreed, still staring at his face as he continued to drive. “But your smile is definitely more Van Halen.”

When was the last time someone had ever looked at him with that much consideration before? Something in Eddie’s gut twisted as he glanced over at you for a split second to meet your eyes. Huh, that was weird. Had anyone made him nervous like this before? Yeah he’d been attracted to Paige but this was starting to feel different. 

He really needed a cigarette right about now. 

“I hope that’s a compliment.” Eddie managed to say as he fumbled for the packet of Camels in the cupholder by him. 

“Oh, it is. I promise.” you replied, digging out a lighter and helping him light the smoke in his mouth. The world's tiniest supernova...

Eddie hated that the closest thing he had to compare notes on when it came to a healthy romance was two months with Paige and a handful of movies that he barely watched. 

You went back to his tapes, and seemed to pick one out. You removed the tape that had been spat out, put it back in the appropriate case (which Eddie found himself appreciating), and he was surprised to hear the old riffs of Muddy Waters playing. 

“A palate cleanser.” you said, leaning back into the passenger side seat. 

Eddie felt his mind reeling from your choice of music. Muddy Waters had been how his mom introduced him to rock at a young age. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the well loved tape as he pulled into the drive in of the next fast food joint he’d seen. 

When he pulled up to the window to pay, a fresh ten was shoved in his face before he could even reach for his own wallet. It took a moment for him to realize that you were wanting to pay. 

“You got me out of work early, it’s the least I can do.” you said, not giving him the option to say no as cash was exchanged for a bag of questionable but cheap food. You held the bag in your lap as Eddie started making his way out of town. 

“So is this an ‘eating van’ or a ‘non-eating van’?” you asked, messing with the top of the bag. 

“I think I’d starve if I didn’t eat in here.” Eddie snorted. “Knock yourself out.”

You wasted no time digging into the fries and taking a few for yourself as Eddie went to the only place that he could afford to take you right now that might be date worthy. 

Luckily, Lover’s Lake was quiet and private on weeknights. If Eddie had taken two minutes to plan this better, he would have thought to maybe clear out the back of his van and set out a blanket and have a picnic. When it came to music and D&D he was great at planning out details, with dates? Not so much. 

This isn’t a date. He reminded himself for the hundredth time tonight. She’s just a girl that you ran over to spend time with the second it occurred to you that she might have an interest in you and she really willingly hopped in your van and your friends actually like her-

Shit. This had to be a date right? Neither of you had said the word but that’s what it was... right? 

Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts with the sweet smell of hot potatoes and grease was wafting under his nose. You had shoved a few fries in front of his face and Eddie wasted no time in taking them. You continued to absently feed him fries as he found a spot to park.

The two of you divided up the food on his dashboard, and Eddie rolled down the windows to let the cool autumn air in. 

“So... what are you gonna be for Halloween?” Eddie asked, wincing internally. When was the last time anyone he knew had dressed up for Hallowen? Okay, so Hellfire Club did tend to dress up on Halloween for a special one shot but that was different- no one came to school in costumes anymore.

“It depends on my plans.” you answered. “Halloween is on a Thursday so I’m usually working. If I have a morning shift I’ll probably do zombie makeup for work, if Steve and Robin are working with me that day I think we’re gonna attempt to be Luke, Leia, and Hans.” 

“And are you gonna be Leia?” Eddie asked. 

“Ideally, I wanted to be Chewie but I don’t have the time for that.” you laughed. “Robin and I voted on Steve to Be Leia. Robin will be Luke, and I’ll be Hans Solo with a teddy bear.”

“Please tell me that Harrington isn’t going to be in the bikini.” Eddie laughed. 

“Keith said costumes had to be work appropriate so, sadly, Steve will not be gracing the store with his sweater-vest chest hair under a bra.” You sighed dramatically. “It’s like he hates the idea of us having fun!” 

“What if you have to close?” Eddie prompted, adjusting in his seat to lean against the door to face you as best he could. Next time he was absolutely clearing out the back to give you both more room. 

“Oh, I am not closing.” you said firmly. “And if Keith thinks he can schedule me that day he can suck it because I have plans.” 

You already have Halloween plans. Of course you would. It’s not like you had to worry about school on a weekday like he did. Eddie tried not to deflate in front of you and remained calm. 

“And what plans would that be?” he asked. 

“Have you ever seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show?” you asked, a smile tugging at your lips. 

He had, once, with Reefer Rick a few months ago when picking up his usual supply. A quick pick up had turned into a game of pool, which had turned into the two of them high on Rick’s couch watching an old VHS tape while Rick laughed his ass off and yelled at the tv before passing out in the middle of Tim Curry seducing Brad and Janet. 

“Once.” Eddie said, not giving the exact details of circumstance. “With a friend, I didn’t really get it.” 

“Did you see it in theaters or did you just watch it at home?” you asked, finishing off your food. 

“Friend’s house.” 

“Oh, no wonder you didn’t get it. Rocky Horror is an experience, you can’t just pop the tape in and watch it. You have to come see it in a theater.” As you spoke you were absently folding a napkin in your lap turning it into what looked like a heart. When you were done with that one, you started with another shape with a different napkin. 

“Is that an invitation?” Eddie asked, tearing his eyes away from the way your fingers moved for now. He found his heart pounding in his chest, unsure if you were actually wanting him to come to this, and from the knot forming in his stomach as the shapes you were folding reminded him of the times he met you before. 

“It is.” you confirmed, the ninja star you had shaped with the napkin was placed on the center console as you grabbed another napkin. “...It could also be a date.” 

Despite the period at the end of the sentence, Eddie heard the slight waiver in your voice on the word date. It was that same nervous stammer that had been in Paige’s voice when she offered to let him move in with her in California, it was the same hesitant inflection that one of his Hellfire players used when they weren’t sure if Eddie would approve of what crazy plan they had for their character. 

Aside from that first awkward meeting at the Palace Arcade, you had been pretty confident and upfront with him. Now here you are, laying out your intentions and seeing what he would do. 

What would he do? Eddie had shown up at Family Video with no real plan. He only knew he wanted to see you again, and he knew that Dustin and Steve were trying to set you two up. And it’s not like Eddie was completely against the idea of going on a date with you. You were sharp, and you kept him on his toes, and when you smiled at him it felt like his brain might short out. 

But he had also panicked when he had thought that you were going to kiss him before. After Eddie’s disastrous break up with Paige two years ago, it’s not like he’d been completely against any physical relationships. There had been a grand total of two other hook ups that he’d sabotaged. People weren’t interested in getting to know the freak, they just wanted to say that they had been with him. So both times, Eddie had made sure that he’d been a lousy date and a decent enough lay before deciding that he’d rather had a date with his right hand and a Heavy Metal magazine.

Eddie would rather the rumor mill call him a boring date rather than set a standard that he’d go out with anyone who asked. He wondered if he had, would Steve have put his name on the town marquis for the world to see? Would Eddie ‘the Slut’ Munson be treated any differently than Eddie ‘the Freak’?

Shit, you were still waiting for a response. 

“A date.” Eddie finally managed to echo your last words back at you. The napkin you had been messing with in your hands was now taking the shape of a ninja star. 

“I mean, if you’re interested.” you said quickly. “It could just be a friend thing. Or you probably already have plans for Halloween-”

“I don’t.” Eddie interjected. “It could be a date.”

He watched your shoulders relax and you smiled up at him. “It’s a date then.” You grabbed a napkin and your green marker out of your bag and scribbled something down, handing it over to him. 

“In case your phone blows up again, here is the date and time and location for the Halloween showing of the movie.” your eyes narrowed slightly at him. “And my work schedule has been hectic but I consistently work on Sunday’s and clock out at four.”

Eddie got the message loud and clear, he would know where to find you now. There wouldn’t be any excuses for not reaching out, but two could play at this game. He took the marker from your hand and grabbed his own napkin, scribbling his own phone number down and handing it over to you. 

“I’m at school all week, but I still play at the Hideout on Tuesdays.” He answered back. “Friday is Hellfire.”

With that, the playing field felt a little more level. Both of you now had the power to track the other one down or call when needed.   

“So what are you going to be for Halloween?” you asked, tucking the napkin with his number into your bog. 

“Oh, haven’t you heard? When you’re the town freak every day is Halloween.” Eddie chuckled. 

“So what, you’re gonna put on a polo and khakis instead?” He liked the way you scrunch your nose when you laughed. “Ditch the jewelry and cover your tattoos?” 

“That would probably scare some of the teachers at school.” Eddie had considered doing exactly that, but he really didn’t think he’d want that kind of attention. “No one dresses up at school anymore.”

“Boring.” You sighed. “I tried dressing up for Halloween my senior year but when I got to school my friends convinced me to change clothes.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem like the type to let other people tell you what to do.” 

“Now I’m not.” you shrugged. “I’m not in high school anymore, and all those people that I saw everyday? Turns out I was only friends with them because I saw them every day. Once you get away from that forced routine you realize that it’s all bullshit.”

Eddie could relate, probably better than anyone else. He was so sick of the day to day hierarchy of highschool that he’d scream it from on top of a table. Literally. 

“What were you trying to be before your friends killed your fun?” Eddie asked. 

“A pirate. It was last minute but I had a bandana, an eyepatch, a sock puppet with feathers glued to it for my parrot, and a wire hanger I was carrying around as a hook.” you laughed at the memory. “I ended up dropping the eyepatch before my friends made me change because I kept running into people. My wire hanger was confiscated, some asshat stole my parrot, and one of my friends gave me a sweater to change into. I didn’t even make it to first period in that outfit.”

Eddie had made it a point to not pay attention to anyone outside of his small group at school, only ever keeping an eye out for lost sheep that didn’t have anywhere else to go. He wondered, if he had seen you that morning in the brief window before you were pushed back into conformity would he have noticed you? Talked to you? You had already been nice to him before. 

“Wait,” Eddie over at you, taking in the picture you had painted for him. “You made a sock puppet parrot?”

“I needed a parrot, or else no one would get it!” you explained. “But then when I took it off and left it to go use the bathroom it was gone. I finally found the thief in fourth period because they kept playing with it and squawking my own parrot at me. But by that point I had just cut my losses and had given up on Halloween.”

“Are you usually this crafty?” Eddie asked, once again looking at the final napkin you were folding into what looked like an old cootie catcher. 

“I get bored easily.” you said. “If I don’t have something to do with my hands I can’t focus.”

“How’d you start with the whole-” Eddie grabbed one of his slightly used napkins and gave it a wave. “Folding thing?”

“Fourth grade show and tell.” you said. “I did not prepare anything and so I spent a full ten minutes in the school library to find something to show. I found a book on origami, found the easiest thing to make and realized that I actually enjoyed it.”

If that was a mystery, it sure did get solved right there. Eddie wanted to ask about Steve and Dustin. He wanted to ask you why him? He could keep his mouth shut, let this whole thing play out and see what happened. Eddie could sit here, and enjoy the fact that a girl was giving him the time of day and leave everything up in the air just like he had with Paige. 

“So I heard you and Steve had a deal going on.” Eddie said. “Something about getting dates?”

You froze for a second, the completed cootie catcher in your hands. Things were dead silent for a grand total of ten seconds. Ten agonizingly long seconds. Even the cassette player had clicked off and was now whirring as it rewind the Iron Maiden tape. 

Then you started laughing. A lot. 

“Jesus, Eddie!” you said, wiping your eyes with the ninja star as a tear threatened to spill down your cheek. “I tell you I have origami as a hobby, and you follow up with ‘So I heard you and Steve are trying to get dates.’ Seriously?”

Eddie remained silent at your reaction, trying to process your laughter. You didn’t seem scared or nervous that he had called you out, and he had to admit that he hadn’t completely thought through the consequences of asking you that question. 

“Who blabbed?” You asked, after your laughter had calmed down. 

“Henderson.” Eddie admitted and, in an attempt to ease any lingering tension he leaned forward to rest his elbow on the center console and held his chin in his hand as he looked at you. “That shrimp informed me that you found me so irresistible that you begged Steve to set you up with me.”

“Is that right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Told me all about how ever since Chris Morrison shot you down, you’ve been desperate to get my attention to get back at him.”

“So which is it, am I attracted to you or am I using you to get back at a guy I talked to once in high school years ago?” you asked. Eddie saw a glint in your eyes, the same one he’d seen that first night at the arcade when at the air hockey table. 

“Both are true.” Eddie continued to explain, a shit eating grin on his face. “You see, you were originally going to use me to get back at Chris, but then you saw me play guitar and instantly fell in love.”

“Damn, this sounds like the plot of a terrible movie.” you laughed. “So is this the part where I tell you that ‘It started out like that, but I swear it’s not like that anymore!’? Do I beg on my knees that my feelings for you are genuine, even though we’ve hung out a grand total of two-and-a-half times?”

Five times, but who’s counting? 

“What’s the half-time?” Eddie asked. 

“You ditched me at the arcade after I said I’d be right back.” you stated matter-of-factly. “I’m hoping it’s not a pattern where you start dropping off the face of the earth just when things start getting good.”

“Between you and me,” Eddie leaned in closer. “I thought Dustin was trying to set me up with Steve. Not you.” 

Cue more laughter from you as you threw your head back. “Are you kidding me?! Dustin makes me and Steve show up to an arcade and tries to force a meeting with you- and you thought you were supposed to be dating Steve?!” 

“Not dating!” Eddie clarified quickly. “You see, Steve and I only have one thing in common and that’s Dustin Henderson. Kid practically worships Steve. I thought he was trying to get us to be friends or something.”

“Oh my god, you thought Dustin was trying to hook his two dads up!” Your cootie catcher was now crumpled up in your hands, stained with tears from your laughing. “I’m a homewrecker!” 

Yeah, this really wasn’t going the way Eddie had expected it. 

“Shit, Eddie, I’m sorry.” you said, your laughter calming down into giggles instead. “Have I been reading this whole thing wrong? I mean, if you have more of an interest in Steve I could probably set that up. He’s only ever shown interest in girls but you have long hair and are pretty enough-”

“No.” Eddie said. “I don’t have an interest in Steve- you think I’m pretty?” How were you able to throw him off so easily? He could tell that if you had been able to join Hellfire you would have been a menace at his table.

“Extremely.” you said, your voice more sincere now. 

The two of you just stared at each other for a while and Eddie felt that same twisty feeling in his gut again. You thought he was pretty. That was good, right? Did you like pretty boys? You were pretty- he liked that a lot. 

“I...” Eddie started and then dug deep inside himself to find the words he wanted to use. “Prettier than Steve?” Those were not the words he wanted to say, but he said them anyway. 

“Steve is conventionally attractive but, as I said before, not my type.” you said. “I like guys with long hair anyway.”

Eddie really couldn’t tell if he was nailing this or blowing it. “So, what is your type?” 

“I’ll tell you mind if you tell me yours.” you countered. 

Had Eddie ever really thought about what his type was? Yeah, he’d had ill-advised crushes and had been attracted to various women in comics and tv but did he have a type? He tried to connect all the girls in his mind that he’d been with, trying to find a pattern. 

Someone who actually pays attention to me. That’s pretty sad, Eddie. He came to the conclusion. Yeah, aside from his disastrous kiss with Ronnie five years ago, every girl he’d been with had been the one to show interest first, and you were no exception. But had he actually had feelings for the others? Not really. Attraction? Yeah. Feelings? Well, with Paige he had been far too busy dealing with Corroded Coffin, his dad, and school to really decide what he felt for Paige. Any other small flings had been dead on arrival.

So why did he keep wanting to spend time with you?

“Don’t go spreading this around,” Eddie started. “But if I had to pick a type, it’d be She-Hulk.” 

“She-Hulk?” you mulled that over in your mind. “So tall, green, and angry?” 

“Strong-willed, and funny as shit.” Eddie corrected. 

“And green.”

“And green.” 

“If I had known that earlier I would have picked Kermit the Frog as my Halloween costume this year.” you teased. “I don’t have a character off the top of my head, but I like people who feel.. Real.”

Real. The word that Paige and him had used over and over in those two months. 

“What’s real to you?” 

“Not high school.” you said. “Someone who’s not afraid to exist and be themselves. I’m most attracted to anyone who can let go of their desperate ego and just have fun. High school was boring because everyone was so wrapped up in their own bs of looking cool that they didn’t do anything that they actually wanted to do. Shit, even I fell into that.”

Eddie didn’t want to ask if he was real to you. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for an answer. There were lots of times he wished that he wasn’t still in school, but this time really hit harder. He was starting to really like you, and yeah part of him was terrified of that. 

The two of you finished off the last of your food and Eddie shoved all the leftover trash into the brown bag and tossed it in the back so you wouldn’t be stepping on it. 

“I don’t know much about real anymore, but I think you’re pretty badass.” Eddie finally said. “I mean, you brought a wire hanger and a fake parrot to school for a costume. That’s pretty brave, even if your friends did talk you out of it.”

“I’m more mad that the parrot was stolen and used to annoy me than the lack of costume.” you said with a small laugh. “They weren’t even funny. They just kept repeating what I said. It was easier to just shut up at that point.” 

“Didn’t think to make them say anything embarrassing?” 

“Oh, I tried. But, jocks don’t know the art of a good ‘Duck Season, Rabbit Season’ gag. Anything embarrassing I said they’d just turn it around. I’d say ‘I pissed myself in gym.’ they’d reply with ‘you pissed yourself in gym’. No love for comedy.” You took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “If you’re going to be a bully, at least give me a good story to tell later, you know?”

“I once got slammed against a locker by a jock who called me ‘a myriad freak.” Eddie said. “To this day, I still don’t know what he was trying to mean by that.”

“See? At least that’s funny.” you said, and then. “Holy shit, we’ve gotten off topic.” 

“There was a topic?” Eddie leaned back on the seat again. 

“Yes, an important one that I was very interested in before we started talking about bullies and high school and She-Hulk.” you nodded. 

Talking to you was so easy that he hadn’t realized how many topics the two of you had blown through in a short amount of time. He looked at his watch real quick and realized it was creeping towards 11 pm now. Had the two of you really been talking that long?

“What topic was it?” 

“You flirting with me.” you said, your lips pulling back in a cheshire grin. “I’m pretty sure you were at least, before I became a homewrecker between you and Steve. Normally I’d hate to break up a happy family, but I might have to make an exception this one time.”

“Was I flirting?” Eddie tilted his head with his own grin. “I’m pretty sure I was just telling you that I thought Dustin was trying to make me be friends with Steve. If I had known that the shrimp was trying to introduce me to a cute girl-” He would have shot it down and canceled Side Quest Day- “I wouldn’t have left the way I did.”

“You think I’m cute?” 

“Extremely.” 

You nodded. “Alright, then it’s a good thing that we’re going on a date. I’m glad to know that I’m not coming between you and Steve.”

It was just past midnight when Eddie dropped you off at your apartment that night. This time when you leaned over the center console towards him, he didn’t freeze up or panic. Eddie let you hug him and he hugged you back, his cheeks growing hot momentarily when he felt your lips press against his cheek and he was able to breathe in your scent. 

“See you later, Eddie. Oh, and for the movie- I highly recommend dressing up.” you looked him up and down. “Actually, just wear what you’d normally wear. I think you’ll fit right in.” 

Eddie made a mental note to ask Rick later on what he was supposed to wear for this. 

“I’ll call you.” he said. “I promise. I mean it this time.”

“Not if I call you first, I have your number now. And worst case scenario, I know where you play.” you responded. “See you Tuesday, Eddie.” 

And with that you were gone again, leaving Eddie alone in the van feeling much better than the last time he had given you a ride. There were still questions he had. He still wanted to know why exactly everyone was wanting the two of them to meet again, and why you always so readily agreed to meet up with him. But those were questions for another day. 

“You had a missed call.” Wayne said as Eddie made his way into the trailer. “Didn’t leave a name or number. Said she’d call you back.”  

Eddie laughed and shook his head, guess you meant it when you said you’d call first. 

“Don’t stay up too late watching tv.” Eddie said before heading towards his bedroom. He once again found himself falling asleep with his copy of The Hobbit, the origami flower tucked safely in the back. 

Next Chapter

Ending note: This fic takes place during October 1985. Stephen King’s It did not come out until September 1986. I would like to ask you all politely to suspend your disbelief for the historical inaccuracy of a piece of dialogue that probably didn’t add much to the plot. If this horrible inaccuracy bothers you, please repeat to yourself “it’s just a fic, I should really just relax” which is what most of us should be doing anyway.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

Tag List: @k8loo @terrormonster55 @sp1dyb0y1008 @crocwork-clockodile @ali-r3n @mxcheese @josephquinnschesthair @gagasbee @peaches-roses-sins @witchwolflea @vintagehellfire @royale1803 @cumslutforaemond @prestinalove @browneyedgirl320 @perpetualmess @thebook-hobbit @mistonk @cultish-corner @grishaversecaptivated @sortagaysortahigh @halialex1119 @bakugouswhOr3 @siriuslysmoking @pookiesnatcher @sky-full-0f-fl0wers @takemetoneverlandbabe @killjoynotes @maelibo

[tomssexdoll]

can you do where reader and Tom were best friends and Tom was secretly crushing on her at school like 2003-2005 but then Tom had to leave the school because he got famous and had to go to tour and stuff and school was pretty hard for him but in 2009 he sees reader somewhere like in a restaurant and they talk about old times and then they go to reader’s house and then it ends with smut

i love this idea sm

Gone too long

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom were best friends in years ago, Tom had to leave in 2005 when his career started to peak, leaving Y/N all alone. She didn't know at the time but he had the biggest crush on her and leaving her was one of the worst things that could happen. Later in 2009 he still thinks about her everyday, and then one day sees her in a resturant, eating alone. A/N: ee WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary and riding), nipple play, teasing, squirting

When I was around 13, I met this guy named Tom, he was instantly my best friend and we hung out for days on end, every time we'd see each other we'd always work to one specific corner store and order the same thing every time.

But in 2005, his music career started to rise and he got more attention. I'd always helped him and the band with getting gigs at small bars or house parties but they never really became super famous.

He had to leave and I was devistated, 2 years of friendship wasted. Little did he know I had the fattest crush on him.

As the years went by I watched as his career progressed, him turning into a handsome young man. One day I decided to go eat out alone, not let my thoughts get the best of me.

I picked a cute little resturant, a family owned business that had recently opened, everyone I know was saying how good this place was, even celebrities were going.

I opened the swinging doors, greeted by a waiter and being sat at a 50s themed booth. I skimmed over the menu, looking at all the delicious options, things from chicken burgers to beef burgers to nuggets to fries to milkshakes.

I chose a strawberry milkshake and a beef burger with a side of fries, I hadn't eaten breakfast earlier so I was super hungry. I looked around the place, noticing how all the customers looked so happy, couples sharing milkshakes, families bonding and eating.

Then, I saw a guy sitting alone, black braids with a black bandana, I decided to ignore him but I couldn't shake the feeling off that he was staring at me. I decided to look again and my eyes widened, a familiar face, the face I've loved for years.

I realized it was Tom and he had realized it was me, I saw him stand up with his food and rush over to me, sitting down in the booth, we were both speechless, surprised to be seeing each other after so long.

"Hey Y/N..it's been a while" he smiled softly, I nodded, not being able to form words, super shocked that he was actually in front of me after so long. "So..how are you?" he chuckled, munching on his fries.

"Fuck..uh..." I snapped out of my trance, "i'm fine..I have a really cool job and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..I watched all your interviews in hopes you'd maybe talk about me" I confessed, my cheeks flushing red, turning my head to look away from him.

"I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about you too, I'd try distract myself but you always clouded my thoughts" he chuckled, reaching his hand out and grabbing mine, causing me to snap my head back to him.

"I'm glad I could see you again, you've grown so much" he smirked "you're very beautiful" he teased, sending a little wink. I giggled, "you're very handsome yourself Tom, I love the braids"

For the next 3 hours we talked about old times, what we used to get up to and what we've been doing for the past 4 years. The resturant was near closing, we didn't even notice that we had been chatting for so long, we just had so much to catch up on and so much chemistry, the conversation never went awkward.

"Hey folks, the resturant is closing now, can we ask if you can pay your Bill and leave? We're so sorry" the waiter came up to us, "oh of course!" I smiled, going up to the counter to pay for my meal, "no no, let me pay liebe" I chuckled "liebe? You haven't called me that since 2004, who do you think you are" I said playfully, a smug grin appearing on his face as he payed for my meal.

"Thanks for that Tom" I leaned in, kissing his cheek sweetly and holding onto his hand, our fingers interlocking. I had walked to the resturant since it was so close to my house, Tom of course drived, his black sports car waiting outside.

"You wanna go back to mine? I really did miss you, I don't want our little date to get cut short" he frowned, looking down at me, "of course I want to" I smiled, pulling him with me to his car.

He opened the door for me, "why thank you" I smirked and got into the passanger seat, buckling myself up. He came to the side and got into the drivers seat, starting the car.

He sneakily slid a hand on my thigh as he started to drive. I rolled the window down, the cool breeze hitting my skin, sending goosebumps all over my arms.

I looked at the empty streets, admiring the yellowy glow of the street lights. As we arrived to his house he guided me in, bringing me to the lounge room. I sat on the couch as he dissapeared to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of champagne for me and him, 2 glasses in his other hand.

He sat down next to me, pouring us a glass. We continued to talk for another hour, sipping at our drinks. Eventually we got tipsy, tension starting to fill the room. I had taken my jacket off, my boobs nearly buldging out of my tank top.

I noticed the way he just stared at my cleavage, a tent forming in his pants. "Tom" I called out, "oh..sorry" he chuckled, scratching his neck nervously.

I smirked and climbed onto his lap, smashing his lips into mine. His hands immediately flew to my hips, holding them tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Mm.." I moaned into the kiss, Tom slipping his tongue into my mouth and bucking his hips up, grinding against me softly. Our tongues fought for dominance, getting heated quickly.

He picked me up, holding me by my ass and walking towards his room, our lips still glued together. He pulled away for a moment, throwing me onto the bed and crawling to me, smashing his lips into mine again, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.

"Tom!" I gasped, his kisses trailing down to my neck, sucking roughly and leaving marks everywhere, basically claiming me as his. "Fuck.." he groaned, pushing his erection onto my stomach.

He let go of my hands, tugging at my shirt and pulling it off, along with my bra, revealing my perky breasts, nipples hard. "Ohh my god.." his breath hitched, leaning down and latching onto one of my nipples, sucking harshly.

I whined, "oh fuck! mm Tom!" arching my back, his cock pressing into me harder. He started to take his shirt off, along with his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude all while kissing and sucking on my nipples.

He eventually let go, dragging my skirt off and rubbing my clit over my panties softly, my hips bucking up "ohh..someones excited" he smirked, peeling them off and throwing them to the side.

I whined, growing impatient, he detected this and smirked, aligning himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, holding onto his biceps as he stretched me out slowly, making sure it didn't hurt.

After bottoming himself out he started to thrust slowly, trying to get me adjusted to his size. "Fuck..Tom you're so big.." I groaned, scratching at his back, he chuckled and started to thrust faster.

Eventually he started to pound into me, hitting my g spot repeatedly, "fuck.." he grunted, leaning down and starting sucking on my nipples again, swirling his tongue around my sensitive buds, little moans escaping my mouth.

I whimpered, his cock slamming into me cruely, stabbing at my g spot desperatly, his cock throbbing in my tight wetness. He grabbed my hips tightly, grazing his teeth over my nipples.

I felt tension build up in my stomach, twisting into a tight knot. He threw his head back, mouth slightly agape, cock twitching in me.

He groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he neared his orgasm. He could feel me clenching around his cock, causing him to lose control, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" he groaned, ejaculating and spurting his hot cum into me pussy, filling it to the brim.

I moaned at the sensation of my pussy being filled, my orgasm crashing down, juices spilling all over his cock. "Holy fuck.." I panted, Tom fell down onto the bed next to me, catching his breath.

Before I knew it I was on his cock again, he grabbed me by my waist and easily picked me up, slamming me back down onto his length, making me ride him.

"Oh fuck!" I whined, he grabbed my hips and started to help me move up and down on his cock, "you're so fucking hot.." he growled, slapping my ass harshly.

I yelped and rode faster, his tip hitting all the right spots, "that's right baby, ride my cock like the little slut you are.." he grinned, reaching out and fondling my bouncing breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple.

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, bouncing up and down on his cock, chasing another orgasm, my cunt dripping with juices. I threw my head back, the pleasure taking over my body, no thoughts being processed in my head.

He started to thrust up into me, meeting my movements. Hands squeezing my breasts roughly, "taking my cock so well..such a good girl" he praised, I felt my climax building again.

I was drunk on his cock, it was like drugs to me, addicting. He smirked, smacking my ass again, balls slapping onto my ass, hips slamming into mine roughly.

"Cum on this cock again, now" he commanded, I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders, legs twitching as I came again, a clear stream of liquid spilling onto his abdomen.

"Holy shit!" I whined, collapsing onto his chest as he came deep in me again, fucking the cum into my pussy so it wouldn't spill out. He layed onto the bed, pulling me with him, pulling out slowly and cleaning me up.

"I missed you so much baby..you've been gone for too long.." he looked deeply into my eyes, brushing stray hairs away from my face and kissing me softly.

"I'm so happy I can be in your arms again" I smiled, kissing him back gently.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut @ge-billsgf

[reallaiz]

iii. deuce fucking it up | "looking for (your) attention" masterlist

. . . riddle rosehearts x gn!reader

a/n : lowercase intended and possibly grammar mistakes

"stop playing with your food, [name]."

"i'm not? i'm just trying to pick out the bean sprouts."

yuu could only give [name] a look of doubt, still thinking that everything they did was the result of the lack of attention they got from riddle. but, they were seriously just not in the mood to eat bean sprouts.

both of them, along with deuce, were at the school's cafeteria enjoying their lunch. and ace? well...

"by the way, i've been meaning to ask this since the first period but where is ace?", the only non-heartslabyul student in their group asked.

deuce and [name] were either too busy chewing on their food or picking out the last few bean sprouts to answer, leaving yuu to suffer in silence. it was only after a few seconds did both of them speak up, at the same time.

"gluttony got the best of him."

"he's saying his last goodbyes."

they made it seem like ace had committed a severe crime and was getting executed tomorrow. yuu could only deadpan, "okay... what did he do?"

[name] simply rolled their eyes and one would think that they were annoyed, but they were actually amused. "he ate a tart."

"...", yuu was waiting for them to elaborate further, yet they didn't utter another word after that. to say he was flabbergasted was an understatement. it's so absurd to think that ace got punished just because he ate a tart.

before he could comment on it, deuce spoke up. "well, a whole tart that's made for a party in heartslabyul tomorrow."

'nevermind, it was his fault.' was what yuu thought, though he wasn't able to say anything at all because someone else decided to join their table and intrude on their conversation.

"oh~ are we talking about ace?"

ah. cater diamond, their upperclassman and someone who's quite close to riddle rosehearts. well, good thing they weren't talking shit about the redhead. (not like [name] would let that slide if someone did)

no one invited him, but they didn't have the heart to kick him anyway. the only person that was able to do that was ace but he wasn't there.

"uh, maybe?", deuce replied.

the oldest one among them merely grinned before he said, "alright! let's stop talking about him from now on." chills ran down the others' spines, clearly taken aback by his tone.

despite being a little scared of his senior, deuce still decided to take one for the team and ask the question they were all curious about. "why?"

cater sighed in response, "because of him, riddle became quite upset and was being stricter than usual. now i'm the one who's suffering, you know?"

the mention of riddle's name caused [name] to perk up. this didn't go unnoticed by their upperclassman, who raised an eyebrow at their behaviour.

"oh, [name] has a crush on riddle."

deuce, no matter how much of a sweetheart he is, was being utterly stupid at that moment, for who would be dumb enough to reveal that kind of information in front of someone you're unfamiliar with? much less a friend of said crush!

a sound akin to someone choking could be heard at their table. [name] quickly chugged a cup of water down their throat.

it was like their world shattered right then and there, with no more will to live anymore. they placed both of their hands on deuce's shoulders, and violently shook him. on the other hand, cater was taking his sweet time to process this newfound information.

yuu just watched it all unfold with garlic fried rice in his mouth. he took out his phone and started to record the scene, even narrating it.

"welcome to another episode of 'deuce fucking it up', everyone."

fun fact :

× ace wasn't suspended or anything, he just didn't want to have any accidental meetings with his dorm leader, so staying in his dorm room is the safest option.

taglist (send an ask to be added!) :

@kunimix @fluffimemes @agaygothicmushroom @astro-stars @onlybrie @bubiblossom @hoshimochicchi

[chubbycelebs]

The Weight of Fame (part 2)

Harry had had an expansive first month or so of his break from being the mega pop star he was destined to become. After his descovery of gaining weight and the joys that come with it, Harry had now gone from fit, in shape, peak from to now slob, pig, round chubby and out of shape and he loved it. The excitement of trying on clothes to see if they can accommodate his growing frame or if he will pop right out of him was becoming thrilling. He knew he wanted to expand more, see how far he can take it.

Of course to achieve this, this meant he had to carry on eating terribly. His daily routine for meals consisted of, a whole packet of bacon stuffed into a buttery ketchup filled sandwich in the morning, with waffles coated in syrup, and a banana for good health (of course), then for a snack between breakfast and lunch he would eat half a tray of brownies. Then for lunch he would have nearly a whole roast dinner every day, making sure to coat everything in greasy gravy (but also eating his veg). He would then finish the tray of brownies afterwards and probably slip into a food coma until dinner time arrived. When he would wake from his nap, he could never be bothered to cook so instead he'd order a monster of a take out meal. Usually 3 99p burgers with 3 large fries to go with that, a family box of chicken strips, a box of cheese bites, 2 apple pies and 2 donuts. After he'd polish that off, Harry would always find room to eat a carton of ice cream as he watched his favourite TV shows before promptly passing out from another day of stuffing. It was no shock to him that he was starting to balloon very quickly. All of his clothes fit snug around his fat body, he couldn't escape the fact he was now fat.

Even though he loved his softer, relaxed body, he couldn't help but think what his ex-band mates would think of his piggish ways. He would lay in bed rubbing and jiggling his belly thinking about his band mates calling him names like "hog!" or saying "Jesus Christ Harry look at you, you have blown up like a whale!" Even though he was happy with his body the way it was and even wondered if he should keep growing, he couldn't help but think, "maybe this is too much, maybe I shouldn't be enjoying lazing around all day, stuffing my face and growing this big belly." He decided he would call his closest friend from the band, Louis, and see what he had to say. He knew he could trust Louis, after everything they'd been through together, they were always close and Harry knew he would help him out.

The next morning Harry decided to give Louis a facetime call and just show him the damage that he had caused to his waistline. As he pressed to call on Louis' number, Harry's heart began to race. What if he laughs at his rounded body? What if he takes screen shots and posts them to social media and the whole world knows how much of a fatty he is now? The worry built up further until the call was answered.

"Harry! You alright mate?" Louis voice put to ease all the worry Harry had just moments ago. "I'm good thanks, how are you doing?" Harry replied, unable to stop smiling just at the sight of Louis.

"I'm good thanks, good. I've been meaning to call you recently actually. I've got something I need to ask you."

Harry was taken aback by this. He had expected to be the one asking Louis something not Louis asking him.

"Yeah of course go ahead what is it?" Harry asked wondering what it could be.

"Alright but no photos and you can't laugh" Louis said as he propped his camera up on the kitchen side in his house. As Louis walked back, it became very apparent to Harry what Louis was showing him. Louis had gotten fat. Just like Harry Louis was squeezed into a tight shirt that barely covered the bottom of his belly. His chest seemed so soft that Harry could make out Louis nipples clearly. As Louis turned slightly, his love handles looked as though they could pop out the shirt at any moment. Even Louis' thighs and arse seemed bigger, filling his grey joggers full of fat. Harry didn't know what to say, he just sat there mouth open as Louis showed off his body. "I know. I'm a fucking pig. I just couldn't help it. I enjoyed relaxing for once and-"

"Oh thank GOD!" Harry interrupted.

"What do you mean 'thank god'?" Louis said,now confused. Harry now propped up his phone and stood back revealing Harry to be in an open buttoned up shirt and displaying a similar fatter figure just like Louis. Harry's fat was more around his belly and hips rather than Louis chests and bum but the two fatties were around the same size. "Your fat too?!" Louis said smiling.

"Yes! And I actually really enjoy it!"

"Me too!" Louis agreed. The two of them spent ages catching up now, talking about the joys of expanding and stuffing and growing and endlessly getting bigger. Before they knew it, they had been on facetime all day, having eaten together and showed off their bodies to each other. It wasn't until the very early hours of the morning when they finally hung up on each other. Harry collapsed into bed, in his boxers, now much more bloated than before. He was so happy to not be the only piggy from the group. For all he knew the rest of the boys could all be sporting huge guts like him and Louis. That night, Harry had the most peaceful nights sleep he'd had in years.

The next morning, Harry awoke and had his usual family sized breakfast when he was struck with inspiration. He had finally been inspired to write a song. He got up from the sofa and ran as fast as he could to the piano in the room. This was the first time he'd ran in a good 4 months. The jiggling of his body was a great feeling but how out of breath he was when he reached the piano was not fun. "I'm no... not running.... again..." Harry said out of breath as he plonked his fat ass on the piano.

Harry spent all day on the piano writing new songs for his first solo album. He finally was getting excited about music again. As he sat there playing piano, it never even crossed his mind that with a new album, comes press, photo shoots, talk shows, public appearances, music videos. At this moment he had completely forgotten about the weight he had gained and that was quite clearly visible. What would he do now?

Well he answered that question rather quickly. After the day writing songs, he decided to order a huge take out meal, the biggest order yet. Harry wasn't going to lose the weight just yet. He was only getting started. He enjoyed it too much, the feeling of his expanding body, knowing that he was not the only one gaining now. Why stop now when he had so many more clothes to grow out of.

Part 2 of this story. I hope you guys are enjoying the slower pace of these stories. i’m enjoying putting loads of detail in and really exploring Harry’s love for gaining

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Top 10 18 Most Hated NonDD Roles

Aka the ‘Fuck You, _____!’ list lol these aren't in order other than alphabetical by movie/show this time since that's a lotta hate, but oh boy almost changed my mind a couple times. Now, everyone knows I love DD characters, especially now that I've finished my love list, but what about everyone else around him? Sometimes I like them, sometimes I'm indifferent, sometimes they gotta kill him and I understand that cause he's a hot villain, but sometimes they just straight up treat him bad in ways I don't like or are so awful that I genuinely hate them, so let's take a look at some pure negativity today lmao

Just to state first that even though I'm very salty in this it's still all for fun, even if I have Some Opinions on all the people below 😖

James and José - 12 Monkeys

This is a tiny fuck you cause I get it, but the man was very unwell, like very very very unwell, this is mostly just me excusing murder because hot man but he was doing it to save time itself or something, doesn't that count for anything? Get him some help and then stop the bad guys and fix time, they should be your actual priority, guys.

Everyone who was ever mean to Simon - Almost Human

I'm just a broken record at this point, everyone knows how I feel about Simon, I'm scooping him up and punching all of them in the face and then we're gunna get fries and watch TV together.

Everyone in AVGN: The Movie

I've seen YouTuber movies before, there's usually something that makes me laugh even if it's still that special type of cringe. This movie just sucks. It's bad. It's sososososo bad. The only part that made me laugh was DD's quick bit because he sells every role he's in and I love him. I'm so glad I never have to see this one again, this one's a fuck you to them for just… not making an entertaining movie :/

Cass' family and Dwayne - Cass

Yeah yeah I know they're kids and that they're lonely and dealing with it in bad ways, but my God. She has zero self-preservation (he had such good points about her following him like????) and it's frustrating, and when she went to take that selfie I became so anxious over what her giving it to him would bring that it made me actually sick. Her brother is straight awful, I felt bad at first cause clearly he only has the two friends, but he wasn't just allowing things to happen he was right there being a genuine shit to that homeless couple that it made me mad. The dad I can't fault because he's just looking out for his daughter, so he gets a pass, but fuck Dwayne in particular for stealing his paintings, pissing on everything else, and then nearly getting Joshua to basically kill himself. Old man yells at clouds but it's me yelling at these kids, fuck them I'm taking care of Joshua now. 

Literally everyone else in Cora

The Vampire is the only redeeming quality of this short and even then he still falls prey ;w; Cora herself is okay, her dad is good, but her mom sucks and those teens at the camp really suck, the cringe dialogue really gets me yeesh. I feel like their entire scene could've been shortened or at least written in a way that didn't make my entire body shrivel up when the guys spoke. Fuck all of them for making me cringe when I'm trying to enjoy those double fangs, I’m so petty I’m glad all of them got got.

Jerome - Gotham

His energy is great. I'm still not sure if he actually is the Joker or if I'm insane and it was a red herring cause I saw comments? But he nailed the Dark Knight energy of the Joker even if he's not, don't spoil, I will watch someday I swear. Anyway fuck him though for killing Dwight in the most Joker way possible, yeah he took his face but he also brought him back to life so c’mon man just forgive him already and banish him, I've got room for him in my bed it all works out.

Olga and Svea - Last Seen Wearing

I don't really hate them, but I really like David Porter and the fact that he brought flowers and they still ate him after all he went through to find them. I'm gunna find him at the club and take him to a different party, in fact I'll become a model and help him write a better story and they can eat some other people instead, this tired party boy is mine now.

The Grove - Light Night With the Devil

Yes, fuck the entire Grove. If he didn't get tangled up with them then everything would be fine. He might never be #1 on the charts but he'll always be #1 in our hearts, and Minnie would still be there for him too, so yeah fuck the whole Grove, I want my Night Owl to be happy.

Amber - MacGyver 2016

This one is quick and obvious but like fuck her for using him to start, but using his son as well? What a bitch, I'm not gunna be Cassian’s stepmom I'm gunna be his mom who stepped up.

The Woman - Making Love

This is totally me projecting here, but fuck her. Anyone who's okay with cheating and jerking around the both of them is genuinely hated in my book, both as someone who's been jerked around and someone who's watched someone very dear to me be jerked around while she was in so much pain. This is a real hate, there's nothing jokey about it this time, he deserves better no matter how beautiful she is. No one deserves to go through what he's going through, even though he's not blameless for pursuing her. I wasn’t, and neither was my friend. This one gets me personally, so fuck her.

Detective Loki - Prisoners

I think this guy might be The Most Hated NonDD Role ever. The amount of people I know who hate this guy for what he did to Bob is astounding and I was really hoping he'd find the real guy and save the girls until he did what he did. This guy sucks, he hurt my most precious boy, I'm glad he saved the one girl but he needs a swift kick to the nuts as my dad would say, fuck you Loki, I’ll be taking your badge now, no retirement, no pension.

The entirety of Ray Donovan

I've been putting away DVDs of this show at work for years but I've never seen anything from it until I watched DD's ep. It was so bad I quit the rest of the video after his scene. This one was actual torture to sit through up until that point, I had to see old man sex that I did not want, the camera was on Donovan most of the time while DD spoke, this one is another personal fuck you for giving me a bad time, that show and everyone else in it sucks. (No offense to anyone who may be following me who likes it but it wasn't for me)

The Bullies - Teacher

I hate bullies. I can't stand them. The only exception is Cam and that's only because he's hot and I want him to bully me. In highschool I was always too invisible to be bullied, but those few times where I was seen? Where my seat on the bus was being kicked because it was hot and I opened the window? Where someone came after me cause I was protecting my friend from her bitchiness? Where I was given a fake love confession by a friend of my crush, only to hear him whisper to my crush that I wasn't reading it so I knew it was his idea? I fucking hate bullies. Fuck Tim and his friends for everything they did to Preston and Daniela. Fuck his dad for what he said and did to James as well as his own son even though I’m mad at him. Fuck everyone who wasn't on his side while everything actively got worse and made him spiral. But especially, fuck Arabella for looking at him that way. Like I said in my other list, she would cringe directly to his face whenever he said something she didn't like, which is so fucking rude??? Even when she accepted his dates and she was supposed to be on his side she was still cringing at him; if I was on a date with someone and said something dumb and I looked up and saw that I'd cry and never talk to them again. If she wasn't interested she could’ve just turned him down, he's a nice guy, he would've understood even if it made him sadder, it would've been better than her treating him that way and then storming out on him after he was humiliated in front of her. I hate the bullies, but she was the worst because she wasn't even supposed to be a bully, she just treated him cruelly while trying to be kind.

Dany Wilkins - The Belko Experiment

Okay for this one I'm just petty. He was freaking out and she made it worse, I may just be spouting nonsense here cause I'm clouded by the Power of Love, but if that were me I would've tried to actually calm him, cause her running did not help. It'd be scary as hell, but if I worked there he'd already know me so I wouldn't leave his side. I maybe kinda cheered when she finally died after surviving for so long, this one makes me petty.

The Boogeyman

Great monster design, hated every second he was around, but also fuck this guy for making such a sweet dad so miserable before getting him. I am once again swearing I will save him and make him happy.

Everyone else in The Employer

I just genuinely hate those guys. Their characters sucked and watching them was insufferable. James was the only redeeming quality and I mean that, way to write everyone as the most unlikable people on the planet, which I guess was the point, but they can be unlikeable and still be enjoyable, y’know, that is a possible combination that makes for a better movie.

Fuerza - The Flash

I just straight up hate this thing for killing him in one swipe. It was cheap, it was bad writing, it left me so annoyed after all the great buildup with his family and him working those eyes and stealing my heart. What the actual hell, why couldn't that have been saved for the next episode, why couldn't he have least been injured but ultimately okay, this one just frustrates me. I’m going to the future to warn him and we’re gunna start a family together, that’s another Ray Guarantee and this one’s all for me.

Dracula - The Last Voyage of the Demeter

Yes, I'm giving a fuck you to Dracula himself. This guy made everyone excited for some good bonus pay fun times, then ate half of them, made him shoot his crewmate, made him cry which is instantly illegal, made him fall like 40 feet where he bumped his head and broke his leg, made him try and sink the ship he called him, and then killed him. By the time he fell I was ready to get up and jump into the movie right there in the theater. The only way Dracula can redeem himself is if Hollywood lets DD play him, otherwise fuck Dracula,  friendship ended with him, now Dr Fearless is my best friend.

Honorable mentions

A super special fuck you to James Gunn and Hulu specifically for giving me the greatest loves of my life and then taking them away from me. I'm going to buy their licensing rights from you and bring them back, I miss Abner and Johnson every single day, life is unfair, this sucks, what the hell.

[nomnomnomvore]

Scream (And huff)

So I've finally given in and wrote crimes against nature (and Miguel's ass). All thanks to those Ghostface pics.

I would like to apologize to the ATSV fandom and wish y'all a happy Halloween. Stay safe and I hope you enjoy this mess.

(WARNING: Fart stuff ahead. If you're into it, feel free to keep reading. If not, stay away.)

You let out a small groan as you started to return back to yourself, trying to recall the events that happened before you lost consciousness. You were getting ready for a Halloween movie marathon before you got a call from a stranger asking you odd things: Your name, if you were alone, if you had a boyfriend. Again, weird, but as the call continued, you swore you heard the sound of a small, bubbly explosion before a toxic, putrid smell filled your nose.

And that’s when you passed out, only to find yourself here laying on the couch, with your view becoming clearer as the seconds passed slowly. However, that didn’t explain why you suddenly felt something heavy on your chest.

“I see you’re finally awake.”

You could hear Miguel’s serious yet oddly teasing voice flowing into your ears as your eyes widened at the sudden sight of his ass close to your face. Sure, it was mostly covered in dark clothing due to the black cloak he was wearing, but even that wasn’t doing a good job at hiding how large his behind truly was.

And neither how bad it stank due to his musk. You were sure that, if your view was clearer, you could’ve seen the stench fuming out of his asscrack.

“I was a bit worried that tiny sample of my gas I gave you earlier would’ve been too much for that weak nose of yours, but then again, I wouldn’t be here to begin with if that was the case.” Miguel snarked, making you gulp loudly at his words. The smell of his ass seemed to become more sickening now that you knew it wasn’t pure musk. The sudden groans and gurgles coming from the man’s stomach only made your terror rise up. It sounded like a demon growling from the depths of Hell.

GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNN!!

And through all the noise, and your mind still stuck in a foggy daze, you could see a mischievous red glint in Miguel’s eyes as he wiggled his fat butt a bit.

“Even with all the signs I’ve left around this place like the rooms smelling awful, and your bathroom being a bit…Well, messier than usual, you must still be confused, right?” He chuckled softly. “Whether the case is, I think you already figured out what’s going to happen.”

bbbbbbbbbBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTttttfffFFfFffRrRrRRrRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

You could feel your hair being blown back as if you were using the world’s hottest, loudest and stinkiest hair dryer as Miguel released a strong, bassy and rumbling fart towards you. In less than a second, you felt your eyes and nose being fried thanks to the stench of rotten meat and unfiltered sewer as you gagged in disgust and fear, trying to break yourself free and escape. Once that fart came to an end after a few seconds, Miguel sighed softly as he fanned the smell of his gas towards you.

“Mm, hope you enjoyed that one. Oh what’s that? You’re trying to escape?” He said calmly as he watched you squirm like a worm before you took notice that your wrists were tied against each other with the phone cord you had in your hands a while ago before your nose was suddenly assaulted by Miguel’s foul gas filling your room, causing you to fall unconscious. You panted heavily as you looked up at his bright, crimson eyes. “Yeah, good luck trying to break yourself free. I made sure to tie that phone cord around your hands tight enough so that you won’t try anything funny. But hey, on the bright side, that means you’ll get to huff up more of what I have in store for you~”

bbbbBBbbBbbBbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

VVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPRRRRRLLLLLLRRRRPPPPPPPPSSSTTTRRRRRPPPPpppppp…ppppppfffFFFRTRTTRTRRRRT!!

This time, Miguel let out two farts that, while were somewhat shorter, did not shy away from the smell at all. In fact, they seemed to stink even worse, having a foul stench of rotten eggs that made your eyes water as you coughed without control. Even with the toxic green fog filling your view, you could see Miguel’s cloak lifting up with each explosive stinker he let out, giving you a pleasant view of his plumpy behind. To be frank, the weight of his ass alone was probably enough to leave you immobilized under him.

“Ahhh…Ay dios, do you have any idea how tough it is to hold all of these farts in? Almost makes me feel like a balloon about to pop.” He sighed deeply while patting his tummy, inching his ass closer to your face to the point your nose was wedged perfectly between his buttcheeks. You whimpered as your eyes rolled back, still in denial at how bad the smell was now that it was up close and personal. The spot between his cheeks felt so gross and swampy. “Good thing I called you tonight. I would’ve filled the whole neighborhood with my farts if I didn’t found you, so you better sniff it all up~”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

Now that Miguel was literally using your face as a makeshift cushion, and your hands were completely tied up, you were entirely helpless as he kept torturing you with his noxious gas. It didn’t matter the sound or length of it, none of his farts were pleasant as they overwhelmed each one of your senses. You could taste the nasty flavor of rotten spicy food in your tongue, your eyes were steaming thanks to the intense heat and your nose felt runny as it was in pure agony with each rumbly toot Miguel let out. His ass even seemed to vibrate each time he let loose.

fffffFFFFFBBRRrrrbbBBPPLLBBPPPTTTT!

BBLLRRRRRRRRRfffrrrbbbBBBBBBFFFFPPTTTT!

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPpppppllllLLLLLLRRRRRRRNNNBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!

“Nnn…Ugh, fuchi. You need to do a better job back there, it stinks~” Miguel taunted as he rubbed his ass all over your face, making sure his stench would never leave you and your nose. A frown appeared on his face as he saw you try to pull yourself away before he used a hand to push you deeper into his crack despite your whines that were drowned by the sounds of his noisy belly.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

vvvvvvvvbbbbbbrrrrrrrrfffrrrrrrrrlllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

…And his swampy, juicy farts.

“Mmmnn, oof, that one felt a bit wet at the end…Really hope I didn’t stain anything.” He moaned as he playfully stuck out his tongue, teasingly fanning a hand in front of his face even if the stench of his disgusting gas was barely affecting him. “Hm, I think I heard you asking for more, didn’t you?”

Your eyes suddenly widened as you tried to shake your head. Your protests only muffled since your face was still wedged between the man’s killer asscheeks. Chuckling softly, Miguel simply lifted the back of his coat and placed your head under it before pushing you back into his crack, and with a loud grunt…

BBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMBBBBPPFFFFBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBRRRRRBBLLRBBBBRRRLRLLLLRRRBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

He unleashed the nastiest fart of the evening. The stench completely shutting you down as you were reduced from panicked pleas to low whines and tired moans. You could feel Miguel’s asscheeks clapping against your face, like you were being hit repeatedly by a pair of stinky pillows that were stuffed to the brim with skunk fur. The smell of this fart was akin to a whole dumpster filled to the brim with used diapers and roadkill being set on fire, and then the charred remains were thrown away into a filthy sewer full of rancid waste. Even then, however, it was a miracle how that fart wasn’t enough to kill you. Sure, your nose was experiencing what was probably the closest thing Hell would smell like, but at least you didn’t go deaf by the sounds or became a goopy puddle due to the stench and intense heat.

Regardless if you were still kicking or not, by the time the 15 seconds of Miguel’s fart bomb  finally came to an end, you were completely numb and motionless. Your eyes were red and on the brink of shutting down, your hair was a total mess, and your face was covered in sweat; having an odd mix of color between green and red. Green because you were absolutely nauseous by the ungodly stench of Miguel’s nasty musk and yucky farts, and red because…

Because…You prefer to not think about it. Less so in your current situation.

Much to your relief, however, Miguel lifted up his cloak; finally freeing you from the hellish dutch oven he created.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Although, that didn’t stop him from releasing another eggy stench bomb all over you. Your eyes rolled back into your head before Miguel finally got off from your body. Despite the fact you were an inch from falling unconscious, you couldn’t take your sight away from his large, jiggly ass. His black robes were still doing a bit of a poor job in hiding his cheeks as he took a whiff of the putrid stench filling the air, only for him to cough as he waved a hand in front of his nose.

“Dios, que hedor. I think something I ate definitely didn’t sit well with me, because I'm sure I broke a record with that.” Miguel chuckled. “But sadly, that’s all I had in me. Too bad, really. I was starting to have fun…Oh well, guess that means your nose will be spared for tonight, but you can’t fool me. I can tell you loved this~”

You were too exhausted to respond to Miguel's cheeky comment as you watched him stretch a bit, getting ready to finally leave you be. He even untied your wrists, figuring that since you were in such a weak state, you wouldn’t even attempt to fight him. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the fact this seemed to come to an end.

guuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLlllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….!!

“Gh!!”

But then, your eyes widened in pure horror as you watched Miguel clutching his stomach, which was gurgling and rumbling ominously like an active volcano ready to explode. 

“On second thought, it seems I still have one more left in here. Make sure to enjoy it. I know I will~” Miguel said with a smirk before bending over slightly to show off more of his plumpy ass. The sounds of his belly blurbing were deafening as he grunted while clenching his fists. “HhHNGH!”

FFFFFFFFFFBBBBBLloOooOoooooOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUuuUuUuUuUuuummMMMMMbbbbbbbbBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBBbpLpRRrRbbBlLLlrrrPBBpLbPPPpPPpprrrrrRRRRRLbBpBOOOORRRRRMRMBRRPLIOOOOOORBRRPLRRRRRPPPPPTTTT…BBBRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

You didn’t even have time to let out a sound before you were blasted by that massive nuke of a fart that shook the entire foundations of the house and even knocked down a few stuff from the furniture. The paint from the walls even started to peel off due to the ungodly stench that your brain couldn’t comprehend, because no words in the human vocabulary would be enough to describe the hellish miasma Miguel was releasing, making one last dent to your already feeble sense of smell while he stuck out his tongue in a teasing way; clearly enjoying the sensation of relief that fart was giving him.

After only 30 seconds, which for you felt like hours, the gas finally stopped flowing out from his backside as you started to lose consciousness while lying limp on the couch. The whole room was filled to the brim with a noxious, brown, rancid fog that wouldn’t look too out of place in a horror movie, and as you watched Miguel put on his white, screaming mask and leave the scene (alongside his nasty, fat butt), you could hear him say some last words before you passed out.

“Feliz Halloween~ See you next year~”

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRTTT!

“Ahhh~”

[the-mocking-robin]

Vaguely inspired by random native man at the bus stop telling me he could tell I had native in me because of my face.

Hope you're doing okay, sir.

"Ayo, Jay."

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you somethin'?"

"You can ask whatever, I don't promise an answer."

"Are you black?"

"... Am I what!?"

"Y'know. You got the nose, the hair—"

"I do not have the hair."

"You have the hair. Just stop fuckin' frying it and you'd see."

"... No way."

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why — my dad is Irish American?"

"And? So was my grandpa. A third of black people are Irish related, or whatever."

"... I..."

"Don't act offended —"

"No, no, not offended!"

"The fuck's that look for, then?"

"I dunno, my pasty white ... Passing? My pale ass just got told I look black, it never crossed anyone else's mind to even question it before?"

"Maybe they just thought you knew?"

"Why would I know? The only other person who would know would be my dad and—"

"He was missing?"

"You can't make black jokes at me, we're not even sure!"

"Your mama have you cleaning the house at six?"

"Yes, but not for the reasons you think."

"It's a colored mom thing."

"What, are you going over a checklist!?"

"Do you like fried chicken?"

"Not really."

"Black card revoked."

"I am going to lose my shit."

"Grape soda?"

"I prefer orange?"

"Acceptable."

"I know you're messing with me. I'm messed with. Stop this."

"Nah, this is fun. Whatchu think of Chinese food?"

"The same thing I think of most fast food?"

"Love it, got it. How high can you jump?"

"I'm gonna get arrested for answering these questions."

"Nah, you're black, it's fine."

"We don't know that—"

"Thoughts on Prince?"

"How do you know who Prince is!?"

"Old ass fucker."

"Fuck you."

"Wish you could, huh?"

"Not on your life."

"Alright. How many arrests?"

"Firstly, the fuck kind of stereotype are you trying to enforce here?"

"Nah, you right—"

"Secondly, the fuck do you mean how many!? I am one of the most thoroughly trained detectives, assassins and mercenaries in the Northern Hemisphere and you think I've been arrested more than once!? If that!?"

"Okay, Jay, chill—"

"What? Am I too angry for you now? Am I too in your face? Too sassy?"

"Jay—"

"It's 'cause I'm black, isn't it?"

"You mother fucker."

"Unlearn your prejudices before you talk to me again."

"I'm going to gift wrap your ghost ass and send it to Bruce for Christmas."

"Oh, good, I've always wanted to do a Christmas haunting."

[bigfan-fanfic]

Not Just a Favor

Year of the OTP: January OTP: Steve Rogers x Clark Kent Prompt: Fake Dating Synopsis: It's really hard to act like it's just a favor for a friend... especially when Clark and he discuss their sexualities and each other.

It happens every so often. A journalist gets a little too close to understanding something. Batman gets a little paranoid. And Clark Kent needs to be seen somewhere at the same time as Superman.

Bruce usually holds a press conference in these cases, during the day. Clark will be there in his capacity as a journalist, and one of the shapeshifters or a projection can be placed to act as a pretend Superman for that morning.

But sometimes that's not possible, if, say, Bruce is away on a mission or heavily injured. So Steve offered to be his alibi if he wanted to spend some time with him - he could rarely go out in public without a picture or two being taken of him anyway.

It had been Diana who suggested that Steve take him out to eat. Clark didn't get a lot of people offering him that, and it might be a nice thing to do. It gave them both a couple of hours to unwind, and didn't necessitate Bruce's interference.

And with it being based on Clark actually being somewhere, the more they did it, the more regularly it became assumed that Clark was going to meet Steve (at least, so he claimed his colleague Lois had assumed).

The only issue was how easy it had become to speak to Clark. Despite the initial worrying of easy or difficult it would be to relate to each other, Clark proved to be every inch the excellent conversationalist, and Steve ended up looking forward to their... well, dates.

Clark had laughed when Steve had mentioned that he had had to address the rumors of homosexuality surrounding the photos that surfaced of him and "a Metropolis journalist."

"I suppose people are eager to assume things, aren't they? How do you feel about it, you know... you're from a different time..." Clark allowed, quite generously, Steve thought. They were in a fifties-style diner, sharing a red plastic basket of fries, a pile of sandwiches and empty plates littering the table.

"I was born in 1920, Clark. We had gay people in the twenties."

"My mistake," Clark teased, still in good humor. "All my journalistic research has suggested we hadn't been invented yet."

"We?" Steve noticed. "So, you're..."

"Gay? Not exactly." Clark said easily, though Steve noticed that guarded wariness behind his eyes. "I just don't necessarily have a preference for gender. Women, men, off or on the spectrum - I like people more than genders."

"Oh." Steve said softly, which caused Clark to laugh despite himself. "Well, we had gay people back in my time, but... not quite the language to... describe things."

"You don't have to have the answers now." Clark allowed.

Steve chuckled. "I'm trying to come out to you, Clark. Come on."

Clark laughed and waved a hand in mock-defensiveness. "Apologies. Carry on."

"I... notice, you know... gender. It's different for me, liking someone like Peggy and liking someone like, you know, Bucky."

"Beyond one of them being your commanding officer and the other your best friend? Getting awfully problematic there, Cap."

"Shut up." Steve snorted, chomping down on a fry while Clark softly sipped at the lemonade he had ordered (another thing Steve had learned he never realized he catalogued - Clark didn't like carbonated drinks; with his heightened senses, they bothered him badly). "I just mean that it's not like I don't consider that in my view of someone. But I like both. Or maybe all. I've never been with or felt something for someone non-binary, that I know of, but if I did, I think I'd be attracted to them in a different way?"

"That's interesting." Clark tilted his head. "So, you don't, like, prefer any gender over another, but it is something you still feel."

"If I had to say, I guess I'd say I have a slightly greater attraction to men than women. But maybe that's just because I haven't been as close to as many women because of the army and after."

"So it's not necessarily a different kind of attraction, more of a different presentation. Different roads, same destination?"

"That's a real good way of putting it. Must be your journalism training." Steve teased.

Clark snorted, "Nah, just something stolen from my Ma. Pa actually came out a few years ago, and he felt it pretty much the same as you." They lapsed into companionable silence.

"You're one of the easiest people to talk to that I've ever known." Steve blurted.

"It's the eyes. Something about them draws people in." Clark replied, not missing a beat.

"No. It's you. You're kind, and understanding. You're smart as a whip, and you've got a stupid sarcasm that reminds me of Bucky."

"High praise." Clark's eyes were unreadable. Crystal blue, studying him in the way only a man that can see the most minute movements could.

"How many of these, uh... outings have we had?"

"Outings? I think, maybe... six or seven? Why?"

"Because... since maybe the third one, I've hoped we could do this more than just as a favor."

"A favor? What do you mean?"

"You know... a cover. For Superman."

Clark laughed, then. "I don't need this much cover, Steve. Most of these are just for fun. Because I like hanging out with you."

"Well, that makes this a lot easier."

"Sorry for stepping on your moment there."

"Well, maybe I got another moment. 'Cause I don't wanna do this just for fun. Probably since the fourth or fifth one, I've considered asking you out on a real date." Steve said plainly, looking at Clark straight on. The other man looked surprised, but not displeased.

"So... you're saying you want to date me."

"I really wanna date you, Clark."

"Well, that's... I'd like that."

"No big journalistic turn of phrase?"

"Shut up."

Steve's grinning like a maniac now, and after wiping his fingers of fry salt, rests his hand over Clark's, and silently thrills at the way Clark turns his hand over to hold Steve's in his.

"Does this count as our first date, then?"

"It can. We could retroactively call our first 'outing' our first date. Or we can say our next time will be it."

Steve smirks. "Are you as excited about it as I am?"

"I can hear your heartbeat. It's almost as fast as mine."

Steve just smiles then, knowing that both their hearts are dancing a jig, and the easy conversation resumes, their hands never leaving each other's until they get up to pay the check and leave.

[mekanikaltrifle]

I got questions for more than one chara!

For Knox: What do you miss most about your old home?

For the hunters: Do you have any comfort foods?

For Dani: Do you have any music recommendations?

Oh gods they're all in a room together (tbh I think they'd get along..... decently. As long as Leo behaves) (I'm gonna have to put these under a readmore after Knox's answer) "Oh, that's a question. I try not to think of home often," she laughs, and it's not an entirely uncomfortable one. It's not super friendly either. "It's probably unrecognisable these days. I haven't been back over the Atlantic since I was still breathing, but one thing I enjoyed in Scotland that I have not really felt here in Los Angeles... probably the quiet. I used to live by farmland, on the outskirts of what was a big town for me then, but I think since then my perspective's been skewed. It got much darker at night there than here, I think. I remember it being so anyway. Memory's a funny girl, but she's not such a liar I can't recall the stars at night."

She tips her head in thought and recalls something. It softens her expression a little.

-- "Comfort food! Yeah, okay, uh--" Leo starts as Cody sits his fidgety ass down on the chair under him. "You're gonna hurt yourself, man." "Sorry, uh, I just... got kinda into it," he laughs a little awkwardly. "I'll just say, I'm a big chicken and rice kinda guy. Or fried fish. That stuff's always good and never gets a complaint from me," Cody grins, and then lets Leo talk. "I haven't had my favourite food in fucking years man, cause like... I dunno, nobody I know makes it right. But if you wanna sit down and take the edge off a bad night, I can only recommend a big fuckin grilled cheese, or a burger y'know? Solid and reliable and honestly make it big enough and you're forgetting whatever upset you so bad cause the food coma's knocking you into next week!" "That is a food crime, Leo," Juniper mutters from her spot somewhere nearby. "Uh-huh, I never heard you complain about grilled cheese sandwiches!" "I'd rather have a good chili." "You didn't like the last time Cody made chili!" "Midwest chili ain't good chili." The ensuing verbal discourse would go on too long to be a good read, so we'll leave them here having a Discourse(tm). -- You spot Dani shuffling through a bunch of papers. She's pretty focused but asking her the question gets her attention, and she smiles her big, unselfconscious smile. "Haha, I know you didn't just ask me for music recommendations, did you? Oh, you did? Haha, uh, right. So, how familiar are you with death metal? Wait," she folds her handful of mystic notes away into a drawer in the desk she's sat at and turns to lean her elbows on her knees. "We probably would do best starting with something that's fun for the whole family: Judas Priest. You literally cannot say no to the grand masters of thrash! You should have heard the guys on the dig whenever I busted out Night Crawler!" She shakes her head and laughs. "I mean, I know they weren't so into it but I think they liked it, they just really liked the whole 'no Daniela, you can't have the aux' angle cause they thought they were funny.... Anyway! I mean if you wanna go for something more brutal, I've got a lot here... You want it in English? I've got a bunch of weird obscure Mexican deathgrind guys here if you wanna take a look... Some of em dropped like one album before completely disappearing off the face of the earth-- here, how about these guys...?" She's unboxed the CD case, it's all over for you now. Prepare for five straight hours of the most incomprehensible rage-fueled brutality you've ever heard, in multiple languages.

[characternerdocs]

Heath reuniting with his moms for the first time, for the prompt. :3c

|| Prompt ||| @chickypoodoodloos ||

Well Heath has always seen his moms. Baby Heath grew up seeing Kat as she passed shortly after giving birth to Heath and his sister... like minutes after. So she's always been hanging around for him, or his sister. It's was clear which of the two was gaonna be the Keeper of the mark.

Sloan, on the other hand. Well that's a different story cause obviously someone had to raise the twins for a little bit as you have to give the kiddos some happiness before smacking them with the tragedy of their back story.

It was well past bedtime as Heath sat awake under the covers of his bed in the large sleeping hall. He and his sister had been here almost a month now. Neither of them really like it, the other kids were rude and not exactly welcoming to them. And despite all their best intentions, the adults weren't much better. Heath pulled his bear, Lord Pickleson closer to his chest as he turned his head to his sister's bed. She was already asleep while a cold blue ghost of a woman sat on the corner of the bed, watching her. Kat liked to watch his sister but it took Heath awhile to realize it was because unlike him, his sister couldn't see their momma. And neither could Sloan, even though she would often played along with him. He found it odd he was basically the "go-between" for the two of them; Or how their relationship worked before him if he was the only person who could see or hear Kat. "Momma?" Heath whispered, trying not to wake the girls in the long dormitory hall as he called for Kat's attention. "When's Mommy getting here?" As she turned to him, Kat's kind eyes framed but the heavy dark bags fell on her son. "Soon, hopefully. But we can't rush her. Mommy's been working really hard so you can see her." "Why?" Heath whimpered meekly. Kat stood up as she tried to find the right way to phrase the issue for Heath. "You know how some of the people you can see, they look rather frightening?" Heath nodded and Kat continued. "What happened to Sloan left her looking frightening. So she decided to take sometime before she um... appears to you so she don't look as scary. Understand?" Heath nodded again. "But why does it take so long?" "It's a hard process. It's not as simple as getting yourself dressed in the morning. Sloan was really badly hurt by what happened that night. I've been helping her, cause sometimes when a person passes away, particularly if it was traumatic, it can warp their perspective of themself. Then those negative emotions can make them look scary to you. If Sloan doesn't change her appearance before you see her, she won't be able to. She'll be stuck." "Why?" Heath questioned. Kat shrugged. "Don't know. One of those weird ghost rules, I guess." "Oh, okay." Heath paused a second as he looked around the long dark room. Anxiously he rung his hands tightly around Pickleson's neck as he was over come by his dislike for this unfamiliar place. Truthfully his vocabulary wasn't strong enough to have the right words to express his feeling so the place, so sad and sort of scary, would have to do. "Can we met Mommy in the 'happy place?'" "I don't know, Heath. If she's not quite ready. I don't want get her stuck in an appearance neither of you are comfortable with." "But I don't want to meet her here. It's not - I mean it doesn't feel right." Sighing, Kat nodded. She couldn't argue that having Sloan reunite with their son at an orphanage didn't seem like the best of settings. "Alright. Do you remember how I showed you?" Nodding as he pulled himself up against the bed board, Heath closed his eyes. "Alright, first you're going to focus on your breathing, a deep breath in." Kat demonstrated and Heath copied her. "Now hold for 1, 2, 3, 4, and breath out. Good, now as you breath start picturing Orchard Hill. The tracks of roller coasters and how they weave through the park. Think of the smells, that scent of fried dough as it cooks." "What going on here, Kit-Kat? Trying to put the kid to sleep?" Kat laughed. "No silly, Heath's trying to focus on the 'happy place' to see you." Kat paused a second as she did a double take. "Oh Sloan!" "Mommy?" Heath exclaimed as he bolted up in bed, eyes snapping open. And there she was, another ghost of a peachy-orange hue standing at the foot of his bed, her coy smirk slipping into a toothy grin as she saw Heath light up at her arrival. "Hey there, kiddo. Looked like you were about to pop off to bed there before I could show up." "No... No I just," Heath smile faded as he looked around the sleeping hall. "Hey,

[tomboyjessie13]

Upscale Mall - Cairo, Egypt Spring 11:45 AM

A few days after the whole affair with Daniel J. D'Arby, Mariah and Midler took Medea to a convoluted but very fancy looking mall to make up for the incident, as well as the cancelled baseball game that started it all, the mall in question was large and easy to get lost in if you're not from Cairo.

Medea: *Getting tired while carrying their bags* Phew, I never thought I get exhausted in a mall.

Mariah: You don't have one in Morro Bay?

Medea: We do, but not as big as this, frankly my mom wouldn't even let me go to the mall because she thinks that they're a danger to smaller locally owned businesses.

Midler: Ooooh I hate it when parents do that.

Medea: Eh, I don't really blame her, she was born and raised in the countryside and appreciates the simpler things in life compared to the hustle and bustle of Cork. Besides, I mostly sneak off to the mall without her knowing just look for some sports goods and to hang with fri-...I mean, congregate with former classmates. *Huffs sternly*

Mariah: Who needs them? They just abandoned you for your ex.

Medea: Right? We've been friends since grade school, and this is how they repay me? Siding with a cheater?

Midler: They're so fake.

Medea: That's what I'm saying! *Sighs sadly*....I just wished they've listened to my side of the story....

Midler: Well, you got us now, we're all a bunch of misfits thrown away by society for whatever reason, Lord DIO is the only person who saw that we all deserve a second chance, *swooning* that's one of the reasons why he wants to become god of the new world~

Medea: Hm... If you say so...

Mariah: How about some drinks? *Starts walking in the direction of the food court* I heard a Taiwanese man just opened up a pop-up cafe and I want to try that out.

Midler: *Follows* You mean the one with the "bubble tea"?

Mariah: Yeah.

Midler: Sure why not?.....*Looks back* Meds?

Mariah: *Looks back to* Hm?

Medea: *Standing in front of a sports store's window, eyes sparkling. The girls walk to her and finds that she's looking at a white and fuchsia pink American letterman jacket with black and white lining* O3O

Midler: Ooooh, that's a cute jacket~

Medea: *Hyped* It's not just a normal jacket, it's a letterman jacket that only high school and college athletes dream of wearing, football, baseball, basketball, tennis, you name it.

Mariah: My aren't you a tomboy?

Medea: I've always wanted to buy one of these, but my mom keeps wanting to buy me dresses instead even though I didn't want them... Huh? *Sees the price tag and sees that it reads: £2000, this caused her to yell out in despair:* AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! *Slaps her hand on the glass window* IT'S NOT FAAAAIR! *Slams her back on the window and slides down, disappointed* If only D'Arby Elder didn't take my money...

Midler: Oh, chin up, Meds. Enyaba will let you have your allowance back in two days.

Medea: *Pouts* Yeah, with DIO paying me like he's still living in the 1800s.... housemaids get paid less than butlers.

Mariah: *Cringes* Yeesh, yeah that is a bit of problem...*She remembers* OH! That reminds me! 

Medea: What?

Mariah: Ok, hear me out: You and the boys get paid based on your ranking in servitude, but all of us agents who go out into the world performing tasks under DIO's name get paid quiet handsomely regardless of who we are or where we're from, as long as someone he dislikes gets assassinated, the money we stole gets laundered, or the Speedwagon Foundation's secrets gets spilled.

Medea: *Perks up* No fooling?

Midler: It's true, I always have enough bread on the table because I assassinate his enemies ^o^

Medea: *Stands up* But what does that have to do with me?

Mariah: Isn't it obvious? House servants get compensated the same way as the rest of us if they perform the same missions as us! Last month I've dated Kenny and he mentions how he'd wished that he had more money to fix up his new bedroom, so I asked Lord DIO to let him come with me on my mission and he got paid the same amount as me for his participation.

Medea: Huh, I was wondering where he ran off to...So what you're saying is I have to collab with an active agent so I can get paid like them?

Mariah: Yes :-)

Medea: *Hyped* YOOOOOOOOOOOO! 8-D

Midler: SHU! Keep it down! We're incognito!

Medea: *Calms down* Right, I'm sorry. Anyway, are you guys open for a team up?

Mariah: Sorry but no, i'm having a week off.

Midler: Not me either, I got hired for a hit in Madagascar and have to leave tonight.

Medea: *Frowns* Oh, ok, *gives the girls their shopping bags* i'll go find someone else then. 

Mariah: I strongly recommend checking in with Lord DIO first, you know how he gets when people don't report in.

Medea: I know, *starts leaving* see ya later girls, I got some money to reclaim!

Midler: *Waves bye to her* Good luck, Meds.

TO BE CONTINUED

That bit of Medea despairing over the price tag was loosely inspired by "Ed Edd n Eddy"

[the-firebird69]

We are handling bja and we do have the company Bayliner in-house and a lot of small shops signed on to us and they don't want anything to do with bja at all anyone also taking over his Warehouse business today regardless of what he says and we don't care he's a bum you just need to go there if we say we took it. He doesn't care about people and his fried and it's a pig I was saving them they get to work and they get pensions and place to get food and it's secure and they help do it and they like doing it it's really good stuff too and there's a lot of it and a son wants to be able to access things like that without having these moronic asinine cheapskates we just don't know anything about life at all in the way. Bayliner too it's going out of control our sales are off the charts as soon will be in Florida no we're there now and we're selling and we've got shops believe it or not they're going to go in this week and their Bayliner shops and there's a lot of places that carry the boat and they're looking forward to the new ones and their ours and we can have Representatives down there. We're looking for sales rep for the new yacht division and Stan says he can do it and so when you give it a whirl and they're inexpensive and his people can buy them and more local try and Max will definitely buy them because the ones that have some money and go ahead and spring for it and they're pretty big the yachts bare up to 165 ft, and most of the considered yachts and they're not open boats at all they're like big huge cabin cruisers and I started about 65 ft and it's not the true definition you need a captain's license over 150 ft and there's no change on this one. Stan actually has a course or Captain's course which is great and it's certified and he says Sherry can be his yeoman whatever yeoman is so they're laughing isn't that all the terminology but he owns it and you have to help build some of the world's most famous boats. Clever combinations of boats but this is a great company the boats are inexpensive and the quality and their beanie they used to be not beanie and their economically run 150 ft boat would be a nice fit for him and he likes to do boating like that it's the same kind of stuff that he does just go in and you more or you anchor and you going to town and things like that used to a dog s*** they're burnt out I've got a phone on him and he's trying to threaten her son if I can dog s*** buddy I mean we're going to melt you he's not aware of it but we have to get rid of them it's like stuff that four year old kids do and everybody's watching and everybody goes after your money that's some hefty dog s*** that's what he's been saying there's tons of that she know idiot s***

There are several retailers and we mentioned them and they're big and their big box and they were to sign yesterday and we had some glitches and we discussed it and went through it and negotiated and their big scale negotiations don't have time to talk about each locality if you want to change something along the way it's not measured it's fine but that's the way it goes and these people are huge f****** assholes we're going to start going through them now it was a jackasses kick those f****** off the bike he says they're actually going to wait down there at the courthouse it's the cops just to rest them all these assholes driving around circles should be arrested and wasting fuel on purpose trying to cause carbon monoxide poisoning

**signing over to us today is Costco it's a very big big box store it's all over the world and they have the most big boxes on Earth second only to Walmart but they sell more bulk foods than anything else and they're well known for it and it was very much needed and a lot of people are shop there and the membership is okay it's too much money we want to reduce it to like $20 it's a good reason for it because people just don't sign on I'll send it to sign on I really have to and you never did although he's yeah he really could have he was terrible

**it's a huge number of assholes out here already the only stupid s*** and we're going to dump that a****** one day they just kept coming it's the same guy we kept grabbing him and lots of end up in the incinerator miles would they or else would they be going this is a very big company and sell a lot of wholesale goods and it's pretty decent quality and mostly they check it and it's all decent I haven't seen much of it it's bad but they have some employees that really have to go and we're taking them out today and that brings us to a real winner

**Sam's social club and they put Justin to the ringer and they know about social security and then know about the hours just as a son did and does and they would not do it right for the price of tea and freaking China and he's the one who needed help and they're supposedly people who help with it we're firing those workers today here in Port Charlotte well we're going to give it a go and we're talking to clans was there a bunch of assholes oh what a way to take over just kind of puke all over people be nasty and stuff so it's stupid people do I guess what else can they do have a nice walk to court I mean these people are dumb as hell he was right too they got to go so everything is I'm going to actually just kill you and I have killed you before people like you and they get rid of your clan and family first and erase you that's how it works and it's the same smart-ass but Sam's is full of idiots probably half full I'm going to start firing them today it's going to be a giant number of them

**Ellie thinks her son is in trouble because she was accosting him everybody knows who she is and if she did it or not a lot of people say she did and are some things she did and those it was her assaulting him and nothing really happened to mention but she keeps on saying it did and is obsessed and won't let it go and probably will die again even though Brian stabbed her 39 times she still came back and we're killing his people or BJ's cuz they won't leave that's what Paul hesterberg said doesn't really work. My son's technique looks great on him he just says stuff like his friendly and hits him I tell you that guy is not ready for anything and we've been telling him out loud he's a stupid person we hate him all the time trust is a girl what an a****** they get tougher and tougher then they lost all of their businesses and they're losing all of their people a few days we will be teeny from this b******* that they do. It's too lanky retarded old people are senile as well couldn't get out of the way of a bicycle and almost drove her into the into the water what a bunch of freaking gimps they get off the sidewalk and go to the old rest home for Chrysler half dead already.

so taking the wrong way cuz they're old and lanky and stupid looking but they don't seem to be retarded but they are they don't move their arms they don't say anything your mouth breathers this is terrible it says look at the boat! Used to entertaining Hera so she doesn't get too mad at this morons. Along with those two and BJ's warehouse which we're taking over in hostile takeover that's what they were saying these morlock was saying to you Max the morlock that's right they're saying it's hostile takeover cuz they didn't have your permission to take over and there are copy and imitating people and a lot of you fell for it and it was horrible that's doing it too it's confusing the s*** out of them it's really easy so he's having a good time and he must you feel bad for him and he let him do stuff and didn't properly vet them or interview them or get their plan and so horrible he didn't believe idiots were telling him.

**there's a few more box stores like this and he can't think of what they are right now but there are some new ones there's Aldi's and they have some big ones and their prices are reasonable and their food's pretty good it's just not bulk it's just okay it's like a big grocery store and there is one more if he goes to on occasion no he never goes there cuz he can't find anything that he uses and it's like a big huge convenience store I can't remember the name it says hey good night do I get any clues at all any clues at all that I have to fish around in my memory and they can go around saying stupid s*** about it all day I'll get no matter what they say just got drop foot from being a dick I figured out something. And it is like the Dollar general and all those stores and he was thinking it you said Brad walked by so we couldn't do anything and obviously that was probably not the right comment and they're going by again it's a lot less lanky I think they're superhuman. It's about 50 of these dollar stores Dollar tree Dollar general the dollar store it's really amazing just tons of them used to be Penny stores they went out of business they were just selling like real junk and people are tired of it.

I'm going to publish since it's kind of the same subject and there's a few more stores and a retail

Thor Freya

I have to say hello having a tough time is so damn hot and it's trying to see shelter in a move them along now they're having a hard time with their over here near the courthouse and they're all realizing that they're stupid like when they turn the corner that's what it's funny and there's a lot going on here and I will know that there's a lot of people who are leaving punta Gorda and the same for good and we think they might mean it they're tired of being hassled by each other and the cops they want a new life and this is not it it's too hot here and people are too ornery and too mean they're finding out their friend is some kind of hot shot giant meaning and they don't want to be near it's not a pushover relaxed weird alcoholic like they thought I tried to break them for a while and they're getting crushed since big mistake is a stupid thing to do now the paying for it good

Hera

Olympus real stuff to say and he's working hard it is hot out and he does need shade and we're going to work on it it doesn't want to stand up it says significantly cooler so influence them to try and move

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2996

and it's done.

below is a long post. some of it is ranting about people. most of it is happy things and love for the con and my con family. proceed as you like. ☺️

i woke up this morning, put my watch on the charger, set another alarm, and went back to sleep for another hour or so. it was much needed.

got up, showered, collected myself and my things, and went in search for the things i needed for my final panel, and i went. i put out table covers, had someone grab the bulbs, and then got repeatedly frustrated because my "helpers" were less helpful than i'd hoped. when i say "put these out" i don't mean scatter the tiny packaged things on the table and call it a day. take them out. sort them. organize them. so that was fucking annoying.

and like. i have been having an extremely difficult time this entire con finding people with fine enough motor skills to do things within my threshold of acceptability. i found one person. one. out of everyone i know, one. and thank fuck i've known her a long time, because otherwise it would've been a problem. she was one of the people from my a cappella group at unh when i went there. it's nice because i get to see her every con. i need to hang out with her more. we're in our 30s now. we gotta hold onto that, yknow?

also because i'm literally in my 30s now, i don't have time for people who don't own up to their own bullshit. for people who cause drama because they happen to be unhappy people and can't communicate. do you not like how someone does something? talk to them about it. do you not want to be around someone who you feel has done you wrong? tell them. don't use other people as your intermediary because you can't fucking communicate. use your goddamn brain and use your words and write it down so you know what to say if you're anxious. don't expect people to read your mind. it costs no money to be nice to people. you think you have a thankless job? don't be a bitch to people, and maybe it won't be so thankless. take responsibility. plan around shortcomings you're aware of. don't have a license? plan trips. aren't getting somewhere until a lot later than you intended? let someone know and come up with an interim plan. don't fucking refuse to communicate and then bitch about how you're the only one doing anything. that's on you.

jesus christ.

i have no patience for this.

none of it.

on a different and better note, once said obnoxious-drama-causing person left, i could think again. fuck. my mental state is so much worse when they're around because i constantly have to think about them and how they'll react. they on about hating manipulative people and how others create unnecessary drama. look in the mirror. your acting like a teenager. you're not. get over it.

i should add that "could think again" is a very loose phrase. i still couldn't brain; these cells i've got here have been deep-fried so much this weekend.

so when i went back upstairs to work on my paper, i found the room with a handful of people gathered and chatting and having a good time, including the con guests. i eventually sat down and pulled up my laptop and realized that there was no possible way i was going to be able to write the paper i needed to before midnight. at first it was because i couldn't think of a topic. then it was because it was almost 10pm. so i gave up on it and sent an email to my professor.

but.

not before i made a new friend.

so as i was sitting there, trying to think of a paper topic, the conversation in the room was between a table of my friends and family and the guests we had this year. just hangin out. it was so fucking hilarious, i laughed so hard, and it was pretty great. one of the people we had as a guest was sitting across from me and as the others were talking, we made faces and shared reactions like "are you hearing this??" it was fucking hysterical. he came over to talk to me when he got up. i told him what i was writing (or trying to write) and he read what i had, which was the honest thoughts in my head as i tried to think. he thought it was incredible.

so i pulled up the STUPID essay i wrote last year. yknow, the precursor to the SMART essay i wrote? because i was panicking and had no clue what to write? well i pulled it up and he read it and he said it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen and that it needed to be in the world. so he's gonna do a narration of it and post it on the internet. this whole-ass monologue is gonna be voiced by major attaway and posted on the internet and im so excited. because holy shit. it's my favorite thing and i am honored to have a new friend. who's a voice actor. it's so cool.

and speaking of cool, let me just talk about joel for a minute.

(i will have you know now that i am not, in fact, drunk, nor have i had any alcohol in the last 24 hours to impair my reasoning.)

he's so fucking spectacular.

this isn't me drunkenly rambling about how cool my boyfriend is. this is me being incredibly proud of the man he is and the relationship that we have.

he's got an interview on tuesday. he's gonna talk to my professor, the regional CISO of minecast, about a job, his résumé, and work stuff in general. he supports me getting a job in dc once i'm done with my degree, and has a plan for himself if/when it happens. he wants to take over the con. he has plans for all of this stuff. he's had conversations and has been open and honest (as always) and i love everything about him. i'm so, so lucky to have him by my side as we go through everything. i have him, i have my con family, and i have people who love and appreciate me for the person i am. they are grateful for the things i do and do not expect things from me. they're kind and inclusive and considerate, they're honest and they say what they mean. there are of course a few expectations, but every bushel of blueberries has a bad few until you pick 'em out.

i'm happy. the con has gone well. i've had several pairs of people in almost all of my panels, and one of them gave me something - the girl was wearing a togepi pin and yesterday i said i loved it. it was star-shaped and super cute and it was awesome. today they gave me one just like it. i was so happy! i put it on immediately and i wore it all day. last night a girl gave me a bottle of super glue and made sure i drank water to stay hydrated. i've had really awesome people in my panels this year. i really have loved it. the stress and everything i go through is worth it when i see the people there enjoying themselves and creating things that they can keep. maybe sometime in the future i'll have a panel for like, making something small that is in demand in the area for people, like hats or something, and get together a big donation box for things to bring in so we can donate it to a local shelter or something because it's october in new england - winter is coming soon, and shelters everywhere are in need of supplies for people who are in need. and maybe we can help them, even just a little bit. so there's that. i'd like to do that if i can.

and after my terrarium panel today, i took a bunch of time to sort through and organize all of the arts and crafts things and make sure they were labeled properly. it was so organized. only a few cardboard boxes remain for arts and crafts. i have also started to make a list of things i'll need for next year so i'm ready for the con ahead of time. i'll also need to be able to access it easily because i have the most time-intensive hands-on needs-to-be-done-beforehand prep work of any department save for the actual scheduling and everything of the convention. plus as it stands, i'm still gonna be by myself, so i'll handle all interactions involving crafts, like the polymer clay lady or the cloudbreaker people and their steampunk stuff or what have you. regardless, im proud of myself and the work i do. i could be better at being less anxious, but i brought my teddy bear named harold with me. he's got a pokéball hoodie, so i thought it was appropriate for him to come along to the con. it was a good decision. so harold has been with me this weekend, which was nice. all of my attendees have been kind and supportive and understanding.

i love what i do here. i love this con. i love these people. i love this family. i wouldn't trade it for anything.

[alltoolewis]

You pick Ben up from his night out with the boys at the club and he is a little tipsy and you pick up some Mc Donalds on the way home and he keeps thanking you for being the best girlfriend ever and promising you he will marry you one day xx

My Everything- Ben Chilwell ✨

Thank you so much for requesting more of this cutie!!! I've missed writing for him so much & feel like he's currently been forgotten about... so I'm here to keep the love alive 😝 (Anybody else seen the video of him singing Katy Perry at a pool party recently... I had very mixed emotions 🤨Still got to love him tho!)

Not proofread (sorry it's short)

Requests are open!

"Here she is!" Ben slurred, climbing into the passenger seat as he leans over to plant a drunken kiss on your cheek "How's my princess doing?" Although you knew his words were intoxicated your cheeks couldn't help but blush at his cute nicknames... even drunk Ben knew how to get you worked up!

"Clearly not as good as you" You giggled, giving his pouted lips one last peck before you switched on the engine of his car "Did you have fun?... the boys didn't leave you again did they?" It was normal for him to be left on his own on nights out, due to him being the only single one of his friends but obviously they would make sure he was safe before they disappeared to be with whoever they want.

"Nahhhh, Harvey stayed with me most of the night..." He sighed putting his hand on your thigh tight "But then he said he found a chicken to go home with, so he left me outside for you!" Trying to hold in your laugh, you smiled "He took a chicken home? Do you mean a chick...?"

"Yeah but chicks are baby chickens..." He looked at you confused like he didn't even believe his own words "But now I'm saying it out loud that's a little weird isn't it?"

"Just a little honey..." You giggled. Just as you were about to turn into the main road a bright yellow sign caught his eyes, causing him to yell out it excitement "I'M LOVIN IT!"

"What the hell Benji?!" You gasped, hands clutching the wheel tighter in shock "You scared the hell out of me!" You couldn't stay mad for long as he looked at you with a puppy dog eyes and pouted lips. "Can we please go Maccies baby?"

"It's 1am Ben..."

"But I'm hungry & I haven't ate since training & there wasn't any food at the club & I really want some nuggets & I-"

"Okay.. okay.. okay.." You sighed, turning the roundabout to join the drive-thru "But promise me that as soon as we get in, you'll get straight to bed... I don't think I can manage another Benji mad hour!" You almost winced at the sound of your tone, sounding more like his mum every day! But you've had enough drunken Ben nights to know how he gets when the night goes on... there's no such thing as sleep as he clumsily walks around the house, knocking everything over as he tries to be as close to you as possible! "I love you... I love you... I love you..." Ben gushes, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you tried to speak to the woman over the monitor "Please Benji.. one second bubs!"

As soon as the food was passed through the window, that was it... it was gone! The car instantly filled with the familiar smell of greasy burgers and salty fries as he scoffs down his meal "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" He mumbled, mouth full of food. "You've mentioned it once or twice.." You blushed, holding his hand tighter as he places a fry in your mouth.

"Well I will tell you again. I love you very very very very much... like more than anything in the world."

"Even football?" You smirked. If there was one thing you learnt from dating a footballer, is that its not only a job but also a passion! "I love you well more than football!" Ben gushed "You are everything I need, the greatest girlfriend in the world... I could never play a game a football again & I'll still be happy because I have you by my side... My everything!"

Although you knew he was drunk, you also knew that he meant every word, hence why tears immediately flooded your eyes. Just as you thought he'd gone silent after his little love rant, you only just pulled into your driveway when he spoke again "I'm going to marry you one day y'know!" He said so casually, a blush once again creeping on your cheeks as you tried your best to hide "Ben stop it!"

"Why?" He looked at you confused, trying to undo your fingers "I am! & your going to look beautiful in a white gown & I'm probably going to cry & your going to look like a princess... my princess... but you already are my princess so you'll be my queen!"

Turning to look at him, you peck his lips, wiping away a little a bit of pickle that was left on his chin "You are going to be the death of me, my crazy boy!"

"I think you mean your crazy king!"