#dude really... you were so bitter before and shit and now.

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My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 6

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: I've brought Luisia into things because of the timeline and it being 2021. Don't hate on her, or the fact that i've brought her into my writing please!

After the shit show of a party, you woke up earlier than everyone else and left the docked boat. You caught the earliest flight back to the UK. You were so pissed with your friends and brother that they’d just up and left you in the club.

The whole flight home, you pondered whether you just really needed to grow up about ever situation in your life.

Lando and the clubbing group leaving you? They were drunk and probably saw you with loads of other people and assumed you were safe and good.

Charles admitting his feelings for you? You arguably needed to focus more on your career that you’d worked so hard for, you didn’t have time for boys and if Charlie really did care for you like he said, he would understand.

Max sleeping or dating your best friend? Good for him, he should be happy.

You needed to not be bitter about all of these minor blips in your life and just get on with it.

Little did you know that this would create a version of you so far from her normal bubbly self that even people who hadn’t spoken to you in years would be able to tell something wasn’t right with you.

Max and Charles had both tried to contact you through texts and phone calls all which had been ignored, you knew it was for the best to just let it all go and leave it at a what could have been. You had responsibilities far greater that you needed to focus on.

When it came to after the summer having left your brother and gone travelling on your own, updating your Instagram and family group chat whenever you managed to get wifi, you were back and raring to go for your home race.

Lando had sent a text to the family group chat asking who would be coming. He wanted to invite Luisa and only had two passes to give out. So that would mean one for Luisa and one for his dad.

Lando - Can you give your paddock passes to mum and Flo, Cisca can’t make it because of Uni

Y/N - Kinda awkward i had someone in mind i wanted to bring :(

Lando - come on its mum and your little sister Y/N don’t be rude and give up your pass to some random dude you met in Bali …

You ignored it, before going to McLaren and begging Zac for a spare paddock pass. You gave your original 2 to your mum and Flo, but your next one went to Nathan Bishop, he was a goalkeeper for Manchester United and you’d met him on a trip you’d been doing in Bali and he immediately knew who you were and you guys got talking and one thing led to another and you were inviting each other to your sports.

In the time you’d travelled he’d became a really good friend and you didn’t feel as lonely as you had since starting in F1. It was really refreshing.

You met him before, driving him to the paddock in your McLaren and pulling up into the Silverstone car park together.

“Thanks for the pass, I’ve never been to a race before so this is actually really exciting for me” he smiles waiting as you grab your bag from the back seat.

“Always welcome!” You grinned back.

“Mmmm and I’m excited to see if you are really as good as you say you are!” He teases elbowing you as you swipe your pass through the paddock scanners.

“Hey! I am a good driver! I got you here safely didn’t I?” You smile and he just nods, you point out various bits of the paddock talking about all the hustle and bustle and all the different teams and the workers running around fitting last minute bits to the motorhomes.

“Oh come on! We need to get you some McLaren team merch!” You grin pulling him to the quiet fan zone thanks to the early time it was and going to the merch stool.

“Hiya! Oh Y/N! How are you?” The worker smiles noticing it’s you.

“Hey! I’m really good! How are you? It’s hot today, make sure you drink lots of water! Radio through and ask for top ups yeah? And don’t forget sun cream!” You chide knowing sometimes the workers forget that they are humans and will push themselves till breaking point!

“Thank you! Really and I’m all good” she says flashing you the large icy bottle of water she had behind the stand with her. “What can I get for you?”

“Any chance we can get the Y/N number hat?” You grin turning to look at Nathan who just rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile that comes into his face.

“Sure! We have lots on stock today, as you know it’s home race! Good luck by the way! I know you’ll do great!” She smiles and hands you the number 42 on the baseball cap. You place it on Nathan’s head who just laughs at your antics but keeps that hat on before paying the lady for it in cash.

“Hey! I was gonna pay for it! I’m the one that got you to buy merch!” You exclaim in horror.

“Mmmm but it’s my hat … so I should pay for it!” He explains with a cat like grin.

“Argh fine come on! I want to show you round the garage and do track walk with you!” You say gently taking his hand and pulling him through the growing numbers of people in the paddock.

You showed him all around the garage and even let him sit in your car which he was really impressed with how low to the ground it felt, and how much the halo restricted vision. After showing him the pit wall and all of the engineers working and running around before free practice you took him out onto the track to do a walk.

The sun wasn’t as harsh anymore and it had started to cloud over a little bit meaning that the track walk wasn’t as strenuous as you anticipated it would be.

You guys walked around talking about the season so far and how it felt being a rookie along with Yuki Tsunoda.

Afterwards it was time for you to have a team meeting and you didn’t want to leave Nathan on his own so you walked him to the hospitality suite to find your parents.

“Mum Dad! Hey this is Nathan! Can you just watch out for him while I’m in the car please!” You ask kindly showing Nathan to a seat with your family.

“Of course sweetheart! Hi Nathan, I’m Adam, this is my wife Cisca” he introduces standing up slightly and leaning forward to shake the younger gentleman’s hand.

“You gonna be okay?” You ask, unsure if you should just bring him to the garage and find him a seat and headphones and leave him there.

“Yeah - I’ll be” he starts only for commotion behind to stop his words.

“Sorry, I’m running late. Oh … whose this?” Lando asks looking over to Nathan, someone he didn’t think would be around his family.

“This is your sisters guest, hence the hat” your mum explained pointing to the hat still on Nathans head.

“Right … yeah I just came here to drop Luisa off. Please look after her and … you know don’t be weird” he begs as Luisa starts to talk to both Flo and Nathan.

“We’re never weird! Now you both have to go get ready!” your dad grins forcing you both away.

You start to walk together to the garage in an awkward silence until Lando breaks it.

“So you brought a boyfriend with you?” Lando scoffs looking towards you.

“And what if I did?” What’s it to you, you brought Luisa!” You say looking to him confused why it was such an issue you’d brought a guy (who wasn’t anything to do with you romantically).

“Because your playing with a lot of hearts here Y/N and it’s not exactly fair. First Charles, then Max, then Charles again and then Max and now this guy? Max and Charles are my friends Y/N and I can’t help but feel like your going to go one step too far and ruin all of this …” he complains and for a second your stunned into silence not knowing what to even say.

“How am I toying with Max and Charles when Max is off with my best friend and Charles … is so hot headed that I don’t know if I can take the heat of him yelling at me for an overtake every race weekend! So how am I the one playing with hearts when it’s feels like mines the only one being toyed with, even by my own fucking brother!” You cried out frustrated with him, but that was Lando. He always spoke before he thought about what he was saying. Both a blessing and a curse.

You started to hurry off no longer wanting to entertain this conversation.

“Y/N wait … I didn’t mean it like that” Lando admits speeding up after you and walking in step with you trying to slow you down.

“We have a meeting to get to. Let’s not waste anymore time” you say coldly, so coldly it actually caused Lando to shiver as he never had heard that tone of voice or anything remotely close come from you.

Briefing for what it was, was pretty boring only talking about the upgrades they’d brought to this weeks Grand Prix. Lando had the full package and you had half, the others to come next week in Hungary.

You were in the garage after changing into your fireproofs, your race suit hanging down off your hips talking to your engineer about strategy for Silverstone, but it was always changeable depending on the track temp and the weather.

FP1 clearly showed Landos new flashy upgrades and how much quicker it made the car placing him in P2 in between Max and Lewis, the two battling it out for the championship this year.

As for you down in 9th you’d just been testing the track and were on different tyres to the top few people, wanting to test out the hards.

As the weekend progressed and the less you concentrated on all of yours issues and just had fun while concentrating on the race weekend you got better. Ending up starting in a decent P6 for the race and getting points in the Sprint that was held earlier on in the day.

“Okay Y/N, it’s looking like Plan B. Reports of rain on the radar for the last half of the race” your engineer says as you pull up into your P6 stop, next to Lando both your Orange McLarens locking out your row.

“Okay, do we have a pit plan?” You ask knowing you were on mediums in hopes they’d last long enough to get you onto Intermediates or Wet if it’s due to rain that badly.

“We’re checking now, looking into stuff with Lando too and seeing what the other teams and looking at doing, but looking like Pit Plan E”

“Yep, copied” he grit out unhappy that they are already prioritising your brother.

“Well Y/N let’s get racing for you first F1 home race! Lecelrc and Bottas in front of you and Lando, Alonso and Vettel behind you and both. And then Max and Hamilton front row” he explains, you knew you had to get a good start to overtake your brother and possibly Charles if there was an opening so as you were driving round the formation lap, you cleared your mind of everything but racing.

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Trailer park Steve AU part 20

part 1 | part 19 | ao3

"Eddie! Hey!" he brightens. Tells himself to take it down a notch; schools his face and voice into something a little less pathetically eager. “What’s up, man?” 

“Not much, dude,” Eddie teases, one dimple popping out. He looks good. Dressed up. Red and black flannel with the top buttons undone; light dusting of chest hair on pale skin, the edge of a tattoo Steve’s never seen. He’s got his black leather jacket and black jeans with no holes and black riding boots on. All he’s missing is a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm.

“What’s with the, uh…?” Steve gestures to his outfit, because he realizes he’s sort of just been staring at the dip of his throat. Eddie raises an eyebrow. Steve clarifies, “You got a date or something?” 

“Oh, this?” Eddie laughs. “Uh, no. Nope. Can’t say that I do.”

He hops up backward onto the counter, his ass right next to Steve’s elbow, legs dangling over the edge, and he ignores Steve’s protests to get down from there as he leans in to ask in a mischievous hush, “Can you keep a secret?” 

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, twists into a bitter twinge of nerves. He can keep a lot of secrets. Maybe he learned that from his dad.

“Yeah…?” He leans in on his elbows.

Eddie moves in closer still, cups his hand around his mouth and whispers, “I totally forgot to do laundry last week.” 

Oh, my god. “You’re an idiot,” Steve laughs. “That’s your big confession?” 

Eddie’s smile widens. “Yeah. I got distracted with rehearsals. This was the only clean shit I had left.” He kicks one leg out straight to show off his boot. “I’m only wearing these so you can’t tell I don’t have socks on.”

“Gross!” Steve laughs harder and shoves at Eddie, who tumbles theatrically over the edge of the counter, flinging himself to the ground and rolling onto his back so he can fake a couple death spasms and then lie there with his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a fucking weirdo. “You’re so weird.” 

“This night sucked before I showed up, and you know it,” Eddie says from the floor. He opens one eye to wink at Steve, then he gives one final death twitch and drops the act, popping back up to mirror Steve’s pose, elbows propped on the counter between them. 

Steve’s arm hair stands on end. “How was your show, anyway?” 

“Oh, it was greeeat,” Eddie says. “Drunk assholes yelling slurs at me, Gareth barfing in the bushes. Standard Hideout gig.”

"Was someone harassing you?" Steve frowns. He knows the Hideout's a shithole — a ‘dependable dumpster fire where we practice for the gigs that actually pay us,’ as Eddie had put it — but he thought the people there were, like, accepting, or whatever.

Surely Eddie's style isn't any more out there than the rest of the regulars.

"Holster your eyebrows," Eddie sighs, "it was fine. Really.” 

“Holster my— dude, what?”

“Your eyebrows,” he repeats. He reaches out with the tip of his pointer finger and gently prods the space between them. “At ease, gentlemen.”

“So weird,” Steve says again. He rolls his eyes and swats Eddie’s hand away, and Eddie just laughs and says ‘There we go!’ because his antics actually did get Steve to unfurrow his face. Little bastard. “Were you gonna rent something, or…?”

“Hell no, my late fees are fucking ridic—”

Eddie cuts himself off, his eyes darting over Steve’s shoulder.

He goes skittish all of a sudden, starts backing toward the exit, stammering, “Ridiculously non-existent. Is, uh, is what I was gonna say. Obviously. Um. Right.” 

His back hits the front door, the bell jangling overhead, and before Steve gets a chance to ask what the hell his problem is now, Eddie starts rambling at triple speed that “Dustin wanted me to check in on you and now I have checked in on you so okay-gotta-go-bye” and practically sprints out of the store.

Doesn’t even look back to give Steve a parting wave. 

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

“What. the fuck…” Steve jumps a foot in the air at the sound of Robin’s voice. He whips around to look at her; realizes she must have been what spooked Eddie. Her nose and cheeks are bright red from the cold, her eyes bugging out of her head, and her jaw is halfway to the floor as she gapes at him, “...was that?”

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part 21

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Spoooooky request, what if the gang went to a haunted house and everyone made fun of reader for being scared, but Steve holds her hand and walks with her 👻

thanks for requesting angel! i switched it up a bit and did a sort of second part to this fic! you def don't have to read it but it'll give some context :D — you're still getting used to the world post-vecna, but it's easier with steve holding your hand

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The haunted house off Fifth Street looks strangely familiar. Two stories, faded cornflower paint job, boarded up windows. It looks like a dollhouse from hell. It looks like the goddamn Creel House. It’s like some kind of sick joke.

It didn’t take Hawkins very long to recover from last spring. Mostly because it was just an earthquake to everyone else. No one died, nothing was ruined beyond repair. To the rest of the town, it was just a minor natural disaster — an inconvenience more than anything.

No one knows that a thirteen-year-old girl killed the monster trying to end the world. No one knows that the local freak nearly died saving a bunch of teenagers. No one knows that one song, one heavy metal guitar, and one good memory just narrowly saved your life. 

It’s secrets all of you are gonna have to keep for the rest of your lives. It weighs you down accordingly.

“Am I crazy, or is that…?” Robin trails off, freckled chin tilted towards the velvet blue sky as she gapes at the artificially rotted house. It glows a sickly green color on the outside. The windows light up red every now and then, in time with the screams echoing from the upper story.

“Yeah,” Nancy answers, breathless and equally dumbfounded. “I think it is.”

A beat of silence falls over the group of you. It doesn’t feel so heavy with the surrounding chatter. The crowd continues to bustle around you on the street, falling over themselves with laughter and lingering fright. They have no idea the ghost story they grew up with nearly destroyed the world.

The bitter realization makes your chest ache. Steve seemingly understands this and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You wonder if he can feel the way you tremble.

Eddie scoffs a cynical laugh from the other side of you. A pink, sadistic grin tugs at his lips, almost as wild as his curls billowing in the autumn breeze. “It’s basically kismet then, huh?”

Steve shoots the boy a half-hearted glare, then deflates because he realizes he can’t really be mad about it. Those damn demobats might’ve taken a pound of flesh from his stomach, but it’s nowhere near the feast they made out of Munson.

“C’mon on, dude,” he murmurs quietly with a subtle nod down at you.

“What?” Eddie snorts. “If I don’t laugh bout it, I’ll start crying, so… Take your pick, man.”

Steve wants to tell him that there’s no shame in crying. That he’s done it plenty of times since the fall of ’84. He’s cried for you, for himself, for the kids who will never get to be kids again. He figures it’s better than letting it all build up until you damn near explode. 

But now’s probably not the best time for that talk. Or any time, really. He’ll get you to get all serious and sappy with Eddie about that another time, just like you did for him.

“I’m gonna, uh— I’m gonna go get the tickets,” Jonathan murmurs with his usual Byers mumblings. 

He wasn’t around for the whole Vecna ordeal — just the weird shit in California and the secret lair thing in Nevada. He feels like he can be a bit braver about the whole thing for the four of you.

Nancy brushes a kiss to the boy’s cheek before he leaves. She does that a lot now, with Jonathan and all the rest of you. She always feels like she needs to say a proper goodbye and I love you whenever someone leaves. Just in case the world decides to end again.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Steve mutters to you, gaze twinkling with sincerity but stern still. “You know that, right?”

He knows that you know, but he feels the need to say it anyway. Mostly because he knows you were already scared of most things before everything went to shit. You’ve always been delicate, tender, like an open wound. Now, you can’t step outside without shaking. You’re always shuddering with the distant fear that the curse might return and no one will be there to save you.

Steve knows this, too. That’s why he holds so ardently to your trembling hand. It’s a silent reminder that he’s there, that he won’t let anything happen to you again, that he’ll always be around to save you when you need him.

“Oh, my god,” Robin groans, eyes wide and head tilted back. “Leave her alone, Steve! She’s fine!”

You know she’s just trying to be supportive. She thinks Steve’s coddling you because you’re quiet — that he’s sticking up for you because he thinks you can’t stick up for yourself. 

He is. And you can’t. But still, she’s only trying to help.

Steve looks to his left to glare at her. They seem to communicate telepathically for a moment. His eyes soften again when he turns back to you. His deep cinnamon gaze swims with a honeyed concern, a silent “Are you fine?”

You nod. “I’m okay,” you tell him, mustering a soft smile that wavers at the edges.

He doesn’t believe you, not completely, but he doesn’t press it any further.

Jonathan returns with the ticket stubs. They’re black and blood red. You take the one he gives you with hesitant, clammy hands. He seems to notice how terrified you are without you having to say a single goddamn word.

“I’m not a huge fan of these things either,” he confesses with a thin-lipped smile. A light-hearted way of telling you that you’re not alone in the fear you keep hidden (very poorly hidden, you figure).

You smile back at him, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. 

Your fingers fidget with the paper stub — maybe a distraction for yourself or maybe to hide how you’re too anxious to stay still. Steve figures it’s a bit of both. ‘Cause he knows you too well and not a thing gets by him. There’s nothing about you that he doesn’t notice.

He turns to face you completely while everyone else gets their ticket. He keeps his wedged between his middle and forefinger as his hands curl around the outsides of your elbows. He’s serious, but still soft — gentle, but still firm. 

“Babe—”

“Stevie,” you interject with a similar tone. “I’m okay.”

“You heard her, Stevie. She’s fine!” Robin retorts, curling her maroon-tinted lips into a smirk. She scoffs out a laugh and gestures up to the fake haunt across the street. “This shit is basically for kids. No one’s dying here, alright?”

You know what she’s doing. She’s sticking up for you and taking the piss out of her best friend at the same time. It’s nothing new — hell, it’s her favorite hobby. She’s got your back now the same way she had it in that house last spring. 

But still, her words sting a little.

Because she’s right. This place is for kids. And you still feel a bit like you’re dying.

Steve knows this, too. He knows everything about you. Even the stuff you wish he didn’t.

His sneakers scuff against the pavement when he turns to Robin. His eyes narrow in a challenging squint as he crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t look quite as intimidating as usual in his fluffy, cable-knit sweater. 

“Well, you know what? I’m scared, actually. I don’t wanna do it, okay? You got me, Rob.”

The girl grins something cynical. She shakes her head all slow, like she’s just caught him in some kind of lie. “I knew it. You little baby.”

Steve lets her tease him. It’s not like he isn’t used to it by now. He just rolls his eyes and bears it, lets her laugh about it with the rest of the group as they head towards the haunted house. 

You watch with an attentive gaze while they head inside, flinching softly when you hear a thunderous boom and the sound of their screaming a second later. It leaves you secretly grateful that you hadn’t gone in behind them. 

A wavering sigh tumbles from your lips, a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Steve exhales a gentle laugh from beside you. He smooths a wide palm up your spine and down again. He leans over to press the side of his hip against yours.

You cross your arms over your chest to make yourself as small as possible while you glance over at the boy beside you. You look at him so far beneath your lashes you’re basically peering at him from the corner of your eye.

“Thank you,” is all you say. It’s all you need to say.

Steve shrugs with a plush, crooked grin. “’S okay. I know you’re too sweet to say no, so…”

“I wanted to do it,” you confess, clearing your throat when your voice breaks.

“I know.”

“I guess I’m not… as used to everything as I thought.”

“I know,” Steve repeats. His hand curls around your waist and makes a home in the very center of it. He pulls you closer with the urge to melt into you. His brows raise, eyes sparkling when his smile widens. “But that’s why I’m here, though, right? We’re gonna get better together.”

You nod up at him, smiling more sincerely now. 

Arms still crossed, your hands ball into fists to fight the urge to smooth a hand through his hair — to push back the rogue chestnut strands hanging over his forehead.

You hesitate, so he beats you to the draw. He swipes a golden hand over his head right before he leans down to kiss you. 

He smacks a sweet peck to your smile. A bright light flashes with another thunderous boom a moment later. You flinch and pull back. You swear you hear Eddie screaming, “jesus fucking christ!” from the upper story. You forget to be scared.

You didn’t think it was possible. The whole getting better thing.

Steve makes you feel like could be.

[unlikelypandahologram]

Reasons to ship every single version of MegOP

since Very Dumb Discourse™ exists about whether or not certain versions of this ship are valid, this is going to be THE most positive post about all versions of MegOP. refer back to this post for reasons to ship your favorite version of MegOP if anyone gets weird about it with you. now let us begin!!

G1: goofy '80s faction dads fighting each other in a denny's parking lot every week LET'S GOOO, that shit is fun as fuck. orion pax also totally had a celeb crush on megatron before megatron ruined that and shot him and his pals 😔 and there's a lot of angst you can add with megatron becoming galvatron and optimus coming back to life to see how much he's changed!

BW: it's the sheer fucking comedy gold factor of a newly minted college graduate and a terrorist dinosaur IMMEDIATELY singling each other out on a prehistoric rock and deciding to call their daily gang slap-fights the BEAST WARS, what iconic drama queens LMAOOOO. also, megatron made his final body in BM look like optimal optimus SPECIFICALLY to fuck with him, and that's just...incredible

UT: the fact that megatron CANONICALLY acted like a grieving widower over optimus after he died in armada is. amazing. never forget their absolutely insane obsession with each other that they can never EVER give up on played a direct part in unicron nearly ending the world <3

Bayverse: this is the one continuity of all fucking things that gave us the lore about megatron being prime's lord high protector. absolute galaxy brain writing from the tie-in comics. also these two would ABSOLUTELY have the messiest, nastiest, most brutal hate sex imaginable, and that's beautiful. <3

Animated: optimus being a rookie washout underdog and megatron being a super scary much older warlord is a really interesting and underrated fresh take on their dynamic! lots of fun to be had with exploring what their relationship would be like after megatron finally acknowledged him as his archnemesis, lol. also...age AND size difference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Prime: do i even need to say anything, i'm pretty sure that one flashback still of orion and megatronus being friends is responsible for birthing a million shippers for this pairing alone LMAOOOO. the bitter ex-boyfriends energy was TRULY off the charts in this show, it's a damn shame megatron never appeared in RID15

Cyberverse: same bitter ex-boyfriends energy but this time with dates at maccadams. megatron also dies encouraging optimus to beat the unhinged alternate dimension megs AAHH THE ANGST

IDW1: they're both depressed gay war criminals in this one who CONSTANTLY live in each other's heads rent-free and that's amazing, lmfao. also, megatron becoming an autobot means this is one of the VERY FEW continuities where it's not nigh impossible to figure out a way to give these two a happy ending together in fanon

IDW2: space date space date SPACE DATE. they were falling together and everything. megatron also LITERALLY tells optimus to open himself to him...to give him the matrix...yeah megs my dude i'm sure that's the ONLY thing you wanted from optimus "opening" himself. toootally positive, lol

G1 Marvel: megatron was SUPER fucking pissed and weird as shit about the time optimus died over a video game. it counts

Dreamwave: their first fight had megatron urging optimus to join him AND they disappeared together in a space bridge explosion once which is like, a fanfic-esque setup for them to be alone. also i'm pretty sure this is the continuity where optimus accidentally gave megatron a lobotomy, so...uh...potential for angst is to be had

SG: mirror universe!! evil crazy villain optimus with noble goody-goody hero megatron has so much potential for absolute chaos. bonus if you also bring in the normal versions somehow through multiverse shenanigans <3

KP: the only way this version of prime can redeem himself from the creepy underage human girl bullshit is if he gets a good hard dicking from megatron. next

Prime Wars: huge "ex-husbands go on a road trip with their disgruntled daughter" energy here. megatron also LITERALLY says "oh optimus, if only you could see me now" <3

Earthspark: again...need i say why? they're pals and working together from the get-go, what's not to ship??

Skybound: optimus literally wears megatron's arm. truly beautiful <3

TF One: it's not out yet but give it time. the entire movie is going to be about orion and d-16 being madly in love and tragically breaking up, baby!!

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: Hate Sex w/ Ex!Fratboy!Bucky Barnes (ft. sorority sister!reader

a/n: i cannot begin to tell you how fucking aware i am that this is late and i'm almost falling behind but ohmygoodness i've been literally exhausted for the past two days. i'm lowkey pissed about it because i was super excited to write for this day and actually writing for it felt like i was dragging my feet behind me.

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Fuck James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s a piece of shit, an asshole, a womanizer, a player, a liar and a dirty fucking cheat, but goddamn it, why do you always find yourself here? 

You hated him – no – you do hate him! 

Even people that hate their exes like the fact that they catch their eye, that they can’t find it within themselves to look away from them, that in some way, some capacity, they will always want them, that they will always be theirs regardless of whoever they get with in the future. 

Bucky knew you’d come to the party at his frat, and you knew that you would go with every intention of fucking with him. To everyone else, you were just bitter exes - that needed to fuck out whatever was going on between the two of you - so when you showed up in a dress that fell just below your ass, your friends figured you were just trying to get laid; but no one knew that this was his favorite color on you, let alone his favorite dress.

You just so happened to pick it out, that’s all! Couldn’t a girl want to pamper herself nowadays?

You fake laughed at whatever the dude that had fallen right into your trap said, a manicured hand lifting up to slap him on his arm gently, making extra sure to graze the naked skin of his arm that was exposed by his muscle tee with your acrylics. You fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently, a faux sweet smile on your face. 

Subconsciously, you knew that you wanted Bucky to take you home, or to his room, or to wherever the fuck he wanted too – but you’d never admit that to yourself. You couldn’t. He couldn’t win this game of cat and mouse, not without a fight, and you just so happened to love playing dirty.

You could feel Bucky’s stare burning into your back. Your bodycon dress was completely strapless, leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts threatened to spill out over the top. You weren’t a sorority slut by any means, one of your sister’s had that covered, but still, you were going to go home with somebody tonight.

Even if he was an idiot.

“That’s so funny, Aaron.” Aaron laughed nervously, cheeks blooming a deep red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s uh- actually Eric.” Right. “Sorry.” You giggled, raising the neck of your beer as if it was some sort of explanation for the fact that you don’t really give a shit about what his name is and more about what’s in his pants.

Before you could speak, your eyes raised up to meet Bucky’s, who was standing across the pull, two ladies vying for his attention as he puffed on what looked like a blunt. It looked like he was in the same boat that you were; that he didn’t care about what they were saying, only you.

Biting your lip, you turned your gaze back to Aaron – Eric. 

You knew you’d have to up the ante in order to get him to move, because right now you know he thinks that you’re all bark no bite. You’ll show him.

“You know…” You made a finger walking motion up his arm, the tips of your nails now slightly digging into his skin. “How about we get out of here?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “It’s too crowded… and loud.” Your hand finally rested on his upper bicep, giving it a soft squeeze. The poor man’s jaw was slightly dropped, as if he was a fish out of water. 

“Yeah, yeah, I-” He attempted to say, but when you raised your gaze again, Bucky was gone, and you had forced yourself to bite back a wolfish smile because you knew he was on the move somewhere.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” Bucky’s voice sounded as he approached the both of you from behind. Eric looked as if he had seen a ghost, but the poor boy had no idea that he was just a pawn in your game. 

“Oh- uh- nothin’ man, just talking.” You raised a brow at Eric’s shaky excuse. Internally, you rolled your eyes. What a pussy. 

“Really?” Bucky asked in amusement, not even bothering to hide the face splitting smirk that contorted his face. “Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’ as you took the blunt from him. You wrapped your mouth around it, your gaze almost challenging him as you sucked, pulling the smoke into your lungs. It burned but it was worth it to see the tick in his jaw and the slight twitch in his eye at the sight of your pursed lips.

“I think that I um- I’m just gonna go.” Eric squeaked awkwardly. All lustful intention slipped away from him as he grasped his hand and shook it. From the poor man’s wince you can tell that Bucky put a little bit too much force in his shake.

When the random guy slipped away you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Real smooth.” You commented. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” 

“I’m talking about you trying to act like you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of him.” The way you said it was as if it was the most casual thing on earth. “I almost forgot how possessive you get when you know someone else wants me.” You tilted your chin up to finally face him, and you caught yourself from almost stumbling over your words at the primal look on his face. 

You did it. You won this game fair - enough - and square.

“Too bad my pussy doesn’t belong to you anymore, isn’t it, James?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. But you weren’t scared, if anything you were turned on. 

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m right, even though anger does look good on you.” 

You went to step away, but he was quick to snatch your wrist, “Were not done talkin’.” You made a noncommittal attempt to tug yourself free. “I am.” 

The tension between the two of you sizzled like oil on a pan, beckoning, calling for someone to do something, anything, to appease the burning desire that was coiling in Bucky and yours’ guts.

“If you’re not done then I guess we should find somewhere quiet to talk then.” 

He didn’t give you the chance to offer a rebuttal because he was already dragging you away from the prying eyes of party goers, his frat brothers and your sorority sisters. You already had an idea of where he was taking you, pushing the both of you through the sea of people that flooded the house, most of them drunk or high or a hammered off of a little bit of everything that was rotating throughout the home.

When he’d found his room, he was grateful that no one had decided to fuck in it, because that was what he was supposed to be doing.

He let your body be the thing that slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

He kissed you harshly, his left hand grasped your chin while the other hiked a full leg over his hip, grinding his erection onto your needy core.

“Fuck!” You gasped, your back arching off the wood as you broke the kiss. The friction of his jeans against your pulsing clit sent you staggering for balance, your inhibitions clouding your mind when you allowed your self-control to completely flee from within you.

“Bucky baby.” You whined. The man practically preened at the sound of his old nickname, his humping turning harder and calculated. He clearly had an end goal in mind. 

“What were you sayin’ about this pussy not bein’ mine no more?” He quipped. “I still mean it.” You gasped. He growled, but nonetheless, that didn’t deter him from shoving his face in the corner of your neck and biting down on the skin. Hard.

You yelped at the pain, but it shot down straight to your stimulated core. The bite only drew you closer to your embarrassingly fast approaching orgasm. It had been so long since you’d been touched by him, and God, you missed his hands, his voice, his touch, his smell, his cock.

“‘M close, Buck, ‘m so close.” You murmured, waving your fingers through his brunette hair and tugging on the strands. You felt a burning bitterness well-up in your gut when the tips of your fingers brushed against the hard plastic of the silver crown on top of his head. You sneakily took it off before throwing it somewhere in his room.

“No need to be jealous, honey.” He teased with a smirk on his face. “Shut— shut up!” Your rebuttal only came out as a whine. You could feel the cloth of your laced thong stick to your wet labia with every grind on his jeans – which also now sported a dark spot on his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swore as you came. “There you go. That’s it, good girl.” Small whimpers slipped out of you as he worked you into overstimulation. 

“God,” He groaned. “I’ve gotta fuck you.”

Guiding his face up to yours, you brushed your lips together, holding your intense eye contact with one another. “Then fuck me, Buck. I think you have a point to prove.” He leaned forward just a bit to nip at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. 

“Fuckin’ naughty.” Bucky grunted, forcing your leg down from his hip for a moment to snatch your panties down your legs. Your hands shot out to his belt buckle, slipping the leather out of it and unbuttoning his jeans. It was your turn to shove his pants down and grab his hard on, his hot cock pulsing in your hand.

The air in the back of his throat caught at the feeling of your stroking, “God– turn around.” You did as he said and felt his large, calloused hands pushing up your dress.

“Gonna make sure everyone at this fuckin’ party knows you’re mine.” He says lowly, pulling down his underwear to his mid-thigh and prodding his tip at your entrance. “Even if you fuckin’ hate me.” With that, he entered you, splitting you in half on his cock.

You cried out at the feeling, false nails scratching at the surface of his door in an attempt to keep yourself steady. “Feels so good, Buck. So, so, good.” You mewled, your hips pushing out on their own accord to try and take your own pleasure. “Always so fuckin’ greedy.” He chided. His hands grabbed at the fat of your ass, pulling out of you only to slam back in, sending you up the wall.

Your bodies moved in a familiar symphony that had been sung numerous times before, as they hadn’t forgotten one another, they were just simply waiting for the both of you to press play.

His dick repeatedly prodded at your g-spot, the friction sending you into overdrive as you moaned, and cried and begged. “God, I think ‘m gonna cum, Buck!” You exclaimed, walls repeatedly clenching down on him. “That’s right, doll. ‘Fuckin squeeze me.” He bellowed, his own thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his end.

Your noises raised in pitch before your arms gave out and you collapsed forward, instead opting to cross your arms and rest your head on your forearms.

“Gonna cum in this sweet pussy, sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth, his thrusting growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Do it, fuck, I-” Your words died out, your body wracking with shivers as your second orgasm of the night overtook you. 

It wasn’t long before you felt his seed warm your insides, painting your womb white as your eyesight went white, and your pussy sucked him up for all he’s worth.

Your chests heaved.

“I still hate you.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less.” He said through a smile.

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[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

[willowser-but-nsfw]

literally COULD NOT stop thinking about this. all day. i blame @violentoxidation. afkljalijlajf

katsuki comes back first, just as the atrium roars with applause.

it's a good enough distraction to return to, the sharp sound of hands echoing in his eardrums, bringing him back to the here and now. there's enough sweat coating his hands to make him nervous and he's thankful for the dimmed lighting, at least, so that he can stick to the shadows as he wipes them on his slacks.

someone passes by with a drink tray and—he's fucking thirsty. always is, after stuff with you. doesn't matter how much goddamn water he drinks, it's all gathering at the small of his back and behind his knees and in the crease of his elbows. good thing you convinced him to bring the fucking jacket.

god, hopefully he doesn't stink.

katsuki isn't a fan of the bitter, sharp taste of alcohol, but at least it's something; downing a flute of champagne in one go probably is a mistake, but it's not his first bad decision of the night and with you around—as a little fucking minx—it's not bound to be his last.

he feels gross. he really, really does. call it post-nut clarity or whatever the fuck, but—he goddamn knows better than this. what a great headline that would make, catching him with his pants down at the fucking hero summit. adding lecher to the list of shit the media has against him already. public indecency charge at the least, not to mention the shit storm that would hit you, too.

he should have waited until you were both home; hell, in the car in the driveway, at the very least. thank fuck nobody walked in or saw you coming out of the same place, like horny teenagers in a public goddamn bathroom. gross.

—so why the fuck is his dick still throbbing in his pants?

it's infuriating, to realize he's just as much of a pervert as kaminari denki.

who, of course, is the first to notice his arrival back at the table, swinging his own glass precariously as he calls,

"yeah, kacchan!" the celebratory tone in his voice makes katsuki's stomach flip, and all his sweat runs cold. "let's get fucked up!"

katsuki's a terrible liar and he knows it, but he still tries to feign indifference, reaching for the cup that is most likely kirishima's. "ain't drinkin' that shit, i just want water."

"pfffft, lies!" denki spits all over the tablecloth. "i saw you down that champagne back there!"

"why the fuck are you watching me?"

"are you okay, man?" kirishima asks, frowning as he eyes katsuki up and down. "you're sweating."

"yeah, i—fucking do that, numb-skull." katsuki chews an ice cube between his teeth, trying to remember how his hair looked before he left the bathroom. fuck, did he even check?

denki laughs. "yeah, dude, that's his thing!"

katsuki's nose wrinkles, suddenly offended. "it's not my thing to just sweat, asshole. there's a lot that goes into this shit that you couldn't even comprehend—"

"dude, are you sure you're okay?" kirishima asks again, and then his eyes go wide, like he's figured something out. katsuki hopes not. "did something happen between you and—"

at the very mention of your name, katsuki's stomach tightens and bullets slide down his temple. he can't even think about you right now, because it only reminds him of how much of a scandal this could have been, how badly he wants to take a shower after having his ass out in that bathroom. probably needs to torch these pants.

he can't even think about you right now because—he's never gonna get the image of your face in the mirror out of his head, the way your dress looked bunched up at your hips. how smudged your lipstick got and the imprint it left on his thigh. how fucking wet you were over this perverted shit and how much he liked it—

"dude?"

katsuki snaps, slamming his hand on the table hard enough that the glasses shake. his voice is too breathy when it comes out. "don't fucking worry about us!"

"about who?"

all of katsuki's blood sings—violently—when you run a hand across his back, leaning into his arm as you shuffle to get into your seat. he can tell you've reapplied your perfume because his mouth waters immediately, like he's going to be fucking sick, though the tension in his balls says otherwise.

kirishima eyes you warily, jumping back and forth between the two of you. "everything okay?"

"with us? oh, yeah," you lean into the table, trying to catch katsuki's attention though he keeps it zeroed in on a wrinkle in the tablecloth. "we're great, right?"

from his peripheral vision, he can see the swell of your cheeks from your smile. it matches the even, light tone of your voice, painting you as the picture of fucking innocence even though you were just in the public fucking bathroom asking to get railed.

"please," you said, with your big, pretty eyes, which gleamed in the hall light. and you don't ever ask, because you don't fucking have to, but you asked then and—how the fuck was he supposed to say no?

katsuki finally glances at you and—he needs another cup of fucking water. you look goddamn perfect, perfect, like nothing ever happened, except that there's this little glow surrounding you. some bullshit aura of happiness because you got what you damn wanted.

you smile at him, bright and coy, as he looks at you, and when you pull your lip between your teeth, katsuki nearly sinks his teeth into his fist. underneath the table, his body directly disobeys him.

"yeah," he rasps, eyes returning to his empty cup as your hand rests near his knee. "we're peachy."

wasn't his first bad decision of the night, and it's not bound to be his last.

[kelcemenow]

As The Snow Falls - Chapter 7.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1661

Warnings Strong language and a whole lot of fluff.

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

With Travis stood behind you and his arms wrapped around your waist, he gently placed a kiss on the side of your neck. You giggled and reached for the door handle. Travis was ready and dressed for skiing but you still needed to go to your room to change your clothes and Travis was only too pleased to accompany you there.

Turning the door handle you placed your finger against your lips. "Shhh!" You warned him as you knew the rest of the group would still be asleep.

Travis grinned and held you tight before you both headed towards your bedroom door. Your feet became tangled with his as you tried to walk in tandem and as you stifled a loud laugh by clamping your hand over your mouth, someone appeared briskly from around the corner.

"Jasmine!" You exclaimed, a little louder than anticipated.

Travis quickly stepped away from you and you noticed Jasmine's eyes narrow profusely. You cleared your throat and awkwardly smoothed out your pyjamas.

"What's this?" Jasmine said with an uncomfortable breathy laugh.

Travis scratched the back of his neck, "Uhhhh...we were just joking around."

"Joking around? Looks like some pretty serious flirting going on?" Jasmine folded her arms, "Is there something going on that I don't know about?"

You glanced to Travis quickly, "Jas-"

"Whatever, I don't care. I need coffee." She fluttered her eyelashes, "Travis, would you make some for me? Your coffee is so good!"

Travis exhaled and shrugged his shoulders, "Sure."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, I gotta go...and...get dressed."

Lowering your head, you marched straight to your room, your heart rising in your chest. As soon as you reached the door, you swung it open and rushed inside of the room, leaning your head against the cold wood once it was closed.

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself with a smile.

______________________________________________________________

The crisp snow crunched loudly underneath your boots as you retrieved your skis and poles from the shelter just outside of the cabin. You breathed in the cold breeze, feeling the sting of the bitter air as it filled your nostrils. As you clipped your boots into the skis, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly as you turned your head quickly.

"Shit, sorry!" Jason's face beamed back at you.

You clutched your chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared the hell out of me, man!" You laughed.

"So? You and Travis, huh?"

You lowered your eyebrows, "What about me and Travis?"

Jason laughed, "Oh, come on! You think I'm blind?"

You turned back to reach for your poles, mostly to hide the growing smile on your face that you were failing to hide.

"I can see something a'brewing there, man!" Jason raised his eyebrows at you. "Come on, spill! And be mindful, the guy is still my brother. I don't want all of the disgusting details!"

You shifted yourself closer to him, lowering your voice, "Honestly, Jason...I don't know what's going on, but I can't stop smiling!"

An arm quickly swung around your shoulder as the 6 foot 3 inch Center pulled you in closer, "Me neither! My favourite girl and my little brother...getting it on."

You let out a throaty laugh, "Don't dude...Jasmine seems to think she's got dibs on him and she's already sniffing around us like a bloodhound. And I don't really want to deal with another Jasmine tantrum right now."

"Oh, hell nah!" Jason stepped in front of you, "We only have one day left here and I'll be dammed if I let something ruin the vibe."

You grinned and nodded your head, just as Travis appeared from behind Jason's shoulder.

"Ready to go?" His voice deep and thick with excitement.

Jason's eyebrows jumped up quickly before he turned to face his brother, "Enjoy, man." He said, slapping his palm against the side of Travis' bicep and disappearing back into the cabin.

Travis threw you a wink, your heart leaping at the sight. As he made his way closer to you, your chest tightened, the cool air filling your lungs. You shuffled your feet awkwardly, looking down at the skis that were restricting your movements until Travis was suddenly inches away from you. He raised his arm and reached behind you, his intoxicating scent almost hypnotising you. You took a deep breath, rooted to the spot and watched as the muscles in his neck pulsated as he grabbed his own skis. He glanced down at you and smiled a little.

"What?" You breathed a laugh as you spoke.

Travis' smile widened, "Nothing." He pressed his lips together, as if he had more to say.

"Go on?" You nodded.

He looked away, avoiding your gaze for a second, "You just look...beautiful."

Your cheeks quickly flushed and you looked down to your feet, the snow laying flat from where you had been standing. Your immediate reaction was the brush his compliment off, but you remembered what he had said earlier. He wasn't going to stop so you needed to get used to it. You raised your head to meet his gaze again, his icy stare somehow spreading a warmth across your chest. "Come on, I'll race you to the ski lift."

You darted away, sliding smoothly across the fresh snow, your eyes beginning to water from the cool air whipping past you. You confidently guided yourself towards the lift entrance, pulling your ski goggles down to shield your eyes from the bright morning sunshine. You glanced back quickly, noticing that Travis had barely made it away from the lodge. Bending your knees slightly, you increased your speed before angling the back of your skis quickly to the right, powder spraying onto the lift gates as you stopped dead. Pulling your goggles back onto the top of your head, you watched as Travis slowly but steadily made his way down the small hill towards you, his hands gripping onto the poles.

Your eyes widened as you noticed that he wasn't slowing down. You held an arm up and waved it from side to side in an attempt to get Travis' attention.

"Put your toes together, make a point with the front! Toes together, Travis!" You yelled out, your voice thick with panic.

Travis obeyed, a small mound of snow piling up in front of him, eventually bringing him to a halt next to you. You smiled as he pulled off one of his gloves and wiped his brow, taking a long breath before meeting your gaze.

"What? Okay, so it's been a while since I've skied." He said, shrugging his shoulders and putting his glove back on.

"I didn't say anything." You giggled as you pushed the gates to the ski lift open, "Not a thing."

Travis followed closely behind you, "You didn't have to. Your face said it all."

You exhaled another laugh, your warm breath visible in the cold air, "Come on, stop your pouting and get in." You patted the seat next to you.

"How come you're so good at this anyway?" Travis said as he struggled to manoeuvre himself around the cart.

"I worked a couple of seasons in France."

Travis raised his eyebrows, "Fuck! I didn't know I was with some sort of expert. I thought I was gonna impress you." The cart jerked as he quickly collapsed down next to you.

"Impress me?" You nudged him playfully, pulling the bar down across the pair of you just as the cart lifted slowly into the air.

Travis' eye's darted across his surroundings, "Well, yeah. I didn't think my sub-par skiing skills would be so rusty."

"I could show you some basics? Maybe, refresh your memory?"

"I like the sound of that." His arm slowly draped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, "Although, would it be totally unprofessional for me to make out with the teacher?"

You held his deep gaze, the world around you seeming to fade away, "Maybe you should try it and find out."

Travis' pale eyes sparkled and the corners of his mouth moved into a large grin before he lowered his head down towards yours, closing the already short distance between you. His soft lips connected with yours and moved slowly with a gentle pressure. Your skin tingled with a sudden pleasure that spread across your whole body as the kiss progressed. Travis brought his hand up to tenderly cup your cheek before sliding it to the back of your neck, his fingers softly stroking your hair. You carefully shifted closer to him, aware that any small movements would swing the cart, but Travis held onto you tightly. Your tongue danced against his and the warm, wet sensation caused your chest to flutter. As your lips parted further, you gasped for a quick breath before allowing Travis to explore your mouth again. The kiss was slow, romantic even, and as the cart swayed gently in the breeze, you melted completely into his arms.

You opened your eyes only slightly and a small ray of bright sunlight blinded your gaze. You pulled away from the kiss, looking to see that Travis' face was still plastered with a smile.

"I'm crazy about you." He whispered.

"Good." You quietly replied, "Because you've got detention with me later."

Travis' head jerked back, his eyebrows lowered with confusion, "What? Why?"

"That kiss." You smirked, "It was very unprofessional."

Travis grabbed your waist and dug his fingers into your flesh, causing you to let out a loud roar of laughter. The cart swung dramatically from your erratic movements and Travis quickly held onto you again, protecting you as you both screamed out with more amusement.

You took a deep breath and rested your head on Travis' shoulder, looking out onto the morning sunrise. The warm red and purple colours surrounded you both, your breathing slowing down to a contented pace. You sat in comfortable silence for a few seconds before Travis cleared his throat.

"Come to Kansas City tomorrow."

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[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Hey. Found you not so long ago but I’m already lovin it (pa ba ba pa baaaa I’m lovin it)

I was thinking about one plot for a long time. It’s TCOAAL request.

so the reader is male, kid from bad family. Well his only family was mother that abused him for quite awhile. Then, at the age of 15 he killed, dismembered and ate her before running away. (I took this idea from one concept metal album I’ve listened to recently).

Then he met graves siblings and they kinda became friends. it’s Ashley graves x male reader. again I like the stuff you do. Have a good day.☺️

Welcome to the blog dude, hope you enjoy your stay!

And bonding over mutilating and eating your shit mother’s corpse, how romantic <3

TW: Descriptions of bludgeoned corpses and cannibalism

Ashley Graves x Male Reader

Life on the run is….interesting

Trips to the store to buy food is always an anxiety induced endeavor of if the cops or store clerk recognize you as the kid of that one couple who went missing

That poor, poor couple

Such upstanding people of the community, a shame what happened to them

….a shame

You remember the night clearly. The taste of their blood. How it clung to your clothes and skin.

You sat before your parents….or….what was left of them. Things were never meant to go this far. You just- you just wanted to defend yourself! That’s all!

You didn’t expect to not stop after the first swing…

You had run off of the adrenaline of it all, the pure catharsis it gave you to watch your father crumple under the barrel of your metal bat. The way your mother’s face smashed in as you hit her over and over and over again. All the built up hate. All the built up rage coming back in full force.

Though, that feeling was gone. In its place was the reality of your situation. You had killed your parents, their blood on your hands and murder weapon. You couldn’t go to jail, you were just a kid! Nor would anyone believe it was self defense…your folks had always been such “great people”. No one would believe they’d hit their kid.

You knew one thing though, you had to get rid of the bodies. You couldn’t bury them, no- a police dog would dig that up right away. They’d rot if you hid them in the house…

….which left only one option.

You don’t regret killing your parents

You kind of regret eating them, that’s only because you did it shittily

There’s really no good way to prepare a corpse- and there was a lot so you tried them all

Maybe they were just that bitter of people

Or you just couldn’t cook

It’s probably both

But, it’s been 7 years and no one’s found out

The case on your parents went cold

So did yours

So really the only thing making you anxious to leave the motel room was getting caught

You’d been here for a while, the trash starting to pile up

It’s hard to tell if the stench was the shitty motel, or you.

You were going to take it out when- you paused..

Your blood ran cold as you watched through the blinds. A hooded person, face obscured from your view, coming towards your room. You internally said your prayers until….they made their way up the stairs to the room above you.

You let out a long sigh of relief, placing your hand over your heart to make sure it was still beating. It was- at far too fast of a pace though. But it was still beating nonetheless. Though, once the adrenaline rush from that scare passed you by….you realized something.

There were only two people staying in the room above you.

Your anxiety has led to you to be rather…observant- noting the pair of dark haired people when they arrived. They always left the room together, and not once did anyone else show up. And you had seen them rush out earlier….but never come back.

Now, this suspicious looking hooded figure that definitely didn’t have a knife in their hand could easily just be a friend…..but it just didn’t sit right with you.

Your eyes widened, staring out the blinds again as your neighbors made their way to the stairs. If your heart was pounding any faster it would burst. For a moment, you asked yourself-

Are you really going to risk your life for two strangers?

And you didn’t even have time to answer, as you already opened your door before you processed the question.

You had come out of your hobbit hole of a room, scream warnings up the stairs before the pair entered their room- seemingly stopped to discuss something

They blinked down at you with their unamused pink and green eyes, and you felt yourself shrivel under their stare

Green eyes began speaking to you- wanting you to go away and that they’ll handle whoever is in their room but Pink eyes stopped him

She thanked you, asked for your name, and that they’d love to just run away…but their stuff was in their room and they didn’t have the money to responsibly replace it all

But there was three of you, and only one burglar

You just needed a weapon

It hurt to grab your old bat…the one you foolishly kept since that night, but….you did

And you followed them into their room

You kept your footsteps light as you entered the room, it smelled of old furniture and the air was stale- much like your room when you had first arrived.

You looked at your neighbors, Ashley and Andrew they had introduced themselves as. Ashley walking in so casually before she loudly announced to Andrew, “Oh golly gee Andrew! What a great dinner. Let us grad our stuff post-haste and burn off those calories with a walk in the park!”

You and Andrew shared a look of confusion, to which Ashley grimaced at and continued on.

“I will be but a minute! Be ready…” her cherry blossom eyes stared daggers into your own, clearly referring to you.

You gulped, nodding as you readied your bat. Ashley guided you to where to stand, just to the side of the closet where you wouldn’t be obscured. She gave you a final glare as she moved to the other to safely open the door. Your hands shook as the grip tightened on your bat, nodding to let her know you were ready.

It was all a blur, the hooded figure bursting out with their knife in a stabbing motion. Before he could even process what was happening, you brought your bat down to the back of his head hard. He collapsed to the ground, not down- but that same rush from that night came back to you….and the next thing you knew they were mush on the floor.

Ashley and Andrew stared in bewilderment as you fell to your knees, bloodied bat slipping from your hands and you caught your breath. You were a monster. You knew it, and now they knew it.

But that didn’t seem to matter, as you felt a hand gently tilt your chin up to look up. Your fearful eyes staring into Ashley’s surprisingly calming gaze as she spoke,

“What did you say your name was again?…”

[basu-shokikita]

My headcanons about early Dethklok forming

Nathan, despite having a relatively normal upbringing, rejected ordinariness and uniformity. He didn't want to be like everyone else, he didn't want to be like his parents, even though he loved them very much. He wanted to stand out, to do something with all the brutality he had inside. Not a fucking job or an ordinary girlfriend to have children with, he'd die before being part of that. It was around this frustrating time of his life that he discovered metal and something changed inside him. He had finally found his true calling. He would form the greatest band in the world.

He started going to a bunch shows, to scout for musicians. His priority was the guitar because the chemistry between the singer and guitarist was quintessential to the band. If he didn't have a good guitarist, then he had nothing. Nathan was at some mediocre band's show when he got blindsided by Skwisgaar's talent. Right as the show ended, he went backstage and told Skwisgaar he wanted to him in his band, completely ignoring the outraged reactions of the rest of the band. Skwisgaar asked if he had other people in this so-called band and Nathan said no. Utterly fascinated by Nathan's determination, Skwisgaar decided to take a gamble. He dropped his current band then and there to follow the man.

After abandoning Snakes n' Barrels, Pickles (like his note indicated) wanted heavier music. So, rather than being hunted by Nathan, Pickles was the one searching for bands to join. But not famous bands, not already established bands, he had already been there. This time, he wanted to join a band from the scratch. A band that was only starting and he could grow with in real time. While going from city to city to find raw, new talent, he saw an ad on the streets and thought Dethklok sounded promising. He was very amused when he walked into some shitty garage and saw Nathan and Skwisgaar standing there like some lost teenagers. When he listened to them play together, though, he knew it. This band was going to make it and he wanted to be there for it.

Now that Dethklok had a guitarist and a drummer, they needed a bassist. Skwisgaar said they could get anyone because you can't hear bass anyway but Nathan disagreed, he wanted to find the perfect bassist for his band. The night before opening auditions, they went to a bar and saw some guy getting into a fight with some pretty tough dudes. At first, they were in awe of this guy's brutality but as the confrontation kept going, they realized he was actually a fucking coward. They were excited to see him get his ass kicked until, when the guy kept shit-talking even though he was about to get destroyed, Nathan realized. Dethklok needed a pathetic and obnoxious quota to achieve ultimate brutality. Not only did they save Murderface but they also got him to join the band before even listening to him play.

Magnus appeared last and introduced himself as this hotshot that knew everything about the industry. They were young and naive and allowed himself to be lead by this so-called pro, though Nathan was always skeptical of Magnus sweet talking. At first, it was nice: he introduced them to people, he knew how to party hard and presented himself as some kind of role model for them, encouraging them to look up to him. As time went by, however, it became increasingly evident that Magnus had never really made it big and was bitter that his time was running out. He grew bossier and meaner because they weren't growing as fast as he expected. By the time Nathan kicks him out of the band, he had already been considering the option and Magnus' outburst just helped him do the final call. Nobody opposed.

Bonus: Charles was one of the people Magnus introduced Dethklok to. However, he saw their true potential unlike Magnus and stayed after he left. If anything, he was glad to be able to manage the band without as many obstructions now (Magnus was pretty difficult to deal with).

[baflegacy]

ripping through the softest skin

“I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

(drabble)

—

He finds her by the balcony.

“Angela—“

“—No, Ian. I don’t need it right now.” She takes a long swig, wincing at the burn of alcohol. “Let me just sit outside. In peace.”

Despite the hard set to Angela’s jaw, Ian takes a seat beside her anyways. “You know I can’t leave my kid alone like this.”

She lets out a bitter chuckle. “We both know we don’t really do that ‘kid/dad’ thing, dude. That’s you and Arasha’s thing.”

“Still,” He sighs. “Of course you’re fucking capable, you’re an adult—but I don’t just want to leave you out—“

“How do you fucking do it, man?” Angela glances at him before staring at the skyline again. “I feel so, so—stupid. Thinking that—“

“—You had a chance?” Ian finishes for her, smirk softening when he sees her grimace. “I had five plus years of thinking we would never be friends again, Angela. You just learn how to live with it.”

“You still believed that even when he came back?” She asked, not unkindly. The question still makes him frown, though.

“Had to, anyways. If nothing happened before, then why would…” He trailed off, before shaking his head. “Just—don’t beat yourself up over it, okay? You thought there was something between you two and then suddenly there wasn’t, nobody would think you’re the bad guy for catching feelings along the way.”

“Easier said than done, Ian.” Her voice turns wobbly at the end. “I just thought—“

Angela’s voice catches on a sob, and Ian wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, letting her cry.

“I thought we were on the same page,” She confesses, her voice sounding impossibly small. “Because—because I’d just get these looks and she’s one of the few that just gets me and I thought it was the same for her,” Her breath rattles as she exhales. “I—I know she’s my best friend, I know we’re best friends, but I thought we could’ve been more than that. That we were on our way to being more than that.”

Angela wipes her tears with her sleeve. “I thought she’d be my person and I’d be hers but—clearly that’s not fucking happening,” Another bitter chuckle. “God, I must’ve looked like an idiot—thinking that I ever had a chance. Of course I fucking don’t.”

Ian sees all this; The tears that are drying on Angela’s cheeks, the slight tremor in her voice, the pinched look on her face. He sees all this and pulls her closer.

“I don’t—I can’t—“ He starts, voice thick. “Look, you and I know that this shit can’t be fixed in a month, but what I can tell you is that it gets easier.”

“What, seeing them?”

“Living with it.” Ian smiles ruefully. “To tell you the truth—it never really stops hurting. Sometimes it—sometimes something comes up whenever I even see him and I just—“ He closes his eyes and exhales, tries to keep his voice monotone. “It never really goes away, is what I’m saying. Not in the way you want it to.”

Angela says nothing, but pats the hand that’s wrapped around her. Ian thinks it’s a start.

(Somewhere, inside, Anthony wraps an arm around Amanda’s waist as she kisses him on the cheek. He scrunches his face, looks at her, and laughs.

And Anthony thinks that maybe, maybe this is what love is like.)

[bigboysteveharrington]

Jonathan Byers thinks that he and Argyle are just best friends that do everything together and tell each other everything and sometimes fall asleep in each other’s beds and that what they have is just what having a best friend is like since he’s never had friends, let alone a best friend before

But then one night they’re lying outside high and watching the stars and talking about dumb shit and then Argyle oh so casually rolls toward him and kisses him and Jonathan kisses him back automatically but it still takes him a moment to totally realize what’s happening and that he’s participating in it and enjoying it so when Argyle rolls back to where he was and goes back to pointing out his made up constellations with a slice of pizza, Jonathan’s just lying there on his back processing but Argyle just keeps talking away

It isn’t until Jonathan hasn’t pointed out any stars or made any comments for a few minutes that Argyle turns his head to look at Jonathan who is still staring up at the sky and asks, “You alright, man? You went all quiet on me” And Jonathan tells him “I’m fine. Just thinking”

Argyle points at the sky and asks “About how much the stars over there look like a bong?” and Jonathan laughs

Argyle leaves it at that for a minute, then asks “Are you freaked out? Because it’s totally my bad if I read into things the wrong way” And Jonathan tells him “You didn’t”

Because now that Argyle did kiss him and Jonathan enjoyed it and had his mind opened up to the possibility of there being something more going on with their dynamic, Jonathan’s realizing things haven’t really been as strictly platonic as he’d been thinking they were and that they’ve basically been dating without the kissing for a while so that was kind of a long time coming and Jonathan’s just glad Argyle was capable of reading into things enough to do anything about it

And in retrospect maybe the fact that his main example of what best friends are like is the Will and Mike situation where Will’s clearly in love with Mike and Mike’s seemingly oblivious to it didn’t help Jonathan with the whole not realizing that his feelings and the stuff they’d been up to wasn’t strictly platonic

Argyle asks, “So then what are you thinking about, dude?” And Jonathan says, “I was thinking I should go tell Will.”

Because Jonathan’s first thoughts were wait, am I dating Argyle? (which he’s still not 100% sure about but he’s thinking he basically is without the label) and then immediately after that thought came I should tell Will

Because he didn’t realize that he was interested in any guys at all until a few minutes ago, but he wants Will to know he’s not alone in it. And because he wants Will to know that even though it’s a lot harder for Will to find someone than it is for guys who like girls, there are still guys out there that like guys too and it’s still possible to find a guy that’ll be interested in you and willing to take a risk to show you

Jonathan tells Argyle that he was thinking about telling Will because it was what he was thinking about and so Argyle knows he’s going to say something and can stop him if he wants to. But he also tells him because he knows that Argyle picked up on the same things about Will and his feelings toward Mike that Jonathan did back when Mike visited. It’s not something they discussed at all, but he knows Argyle knows from the ways he reacted

And Argyle tells him “Go for it, bro”

When Will finds out he’s shocked at the news that Jonathan’s apparently into guys and girls and he’s relieved not to be alone and the family freak and he’s glad that they decided to tell him but he’s also bitter that Jonathan has known that he’s queer for like five minutes and he’s already with a guy (and to add extra salt in the wound, that guy is Jonathan’s best friends) while Will’s known that he was gay for practically his whole life but he still has no experience with any guys and no chance at ever having anything happen with his best friend

[pianocat939]

May I request 2012 tmnt reacting to you rejecting them or them finding out you already have a crush on someone that isn’t any of the turtles?

Ah yes my first full request with 2012 turtaleles-

Tw: Kidnapping + restraints, stalking, guilt-tripping, Raph kinda gets sad,

Leopold:

Leo at first will try to conceal it and just try to move on, saying how acceptance is the path to becoming a great ninja and shit- But slowly over time, he can't seem to hold in his obsession and grows more restless the longer he's denied of your affections/seeing you gush over someone else. And in the end, he'll either kidnap you or kill the person you're gushing over depending on if you reject him or have a crush.

You wake up on a pillow, tied up with some chains...and someone staring right back at you.

"Oh you're awake!" It's Leo, with a manical look on his face. He his hand grips one of the ends of the chains, his hand reaching over to adjust the blanket over you. "Did you sleep well?"

You don't answer his question, terror and confusion gripping your heart. "Leo, why am I chained up? I should be in my house right now..."

"Because..." his tone suddenly becomes ice cold, "I need you to see my potential as a boyfriend that you're clearly blind to."

Ropes of Mouse Fur:

He acts like he's fine with it when you initially reject him but when he's alone he's actually really fucking sad. Like everybody notices his mood is dampened so much that his anger issues become worse. He's less likely willing to talk and shuts himself in his room. He's still nice to you, but at times his tone sounds a bit bitter. He won't hesitate to kill your crush, but if you just rejected him he lives with it. But that doesn't mean he won't try to make himself look good to see if you're even the slightest bit willing.

"Ugh, dudes his anger has gotten so much worse!" Mikey whines, running up to shake Leo by his shoulders. "I'm literally going to become a ping pong ball!"

"Now, now, surely it's just a dip in his mood. He'll be back when he's ready." He pats Mikey's back in a motherly fashion, trying to put on a comforting smile for the youngest. He briefly glances over at Donnie who enters the room.

"I don't know about that Leo, he seems to not be getting out of it anytime soon..." He comments with an unamused tone, his eye for a split second looking over at you before returning back to Leo and Mikey.

"He's probably a little sad because I rejected him..."

Daring Weiner Dog:

This is kinda almost, almost canon to be honest. He'll go into a delusional state and think you do like him back, you're just not willing to admit it to him. He'll literally try to do everything to get you to admit "your feelings" to him. Honestly, I would just say the things he did in the show were just more extreme. For example, stalking all of your devices and watching you sleep at night. I'm bold enough to say that it's almost impossible for him to break out of his delusion without something literally traumatizing him-

"Ah...Just how much longer until you finally admit your love for me, my sweet chinchilla." He sighs in a dreamy state, staring at the laptop before him that shows the screen of the camera in your room. (Yes he CANONICALLY says my sweet chinchilla)

His eyes intensely soak in details of your sleeping body with a grin, perhaps even a creepy one. His fingers tap along the keyboard, humming to himself quietly. "Just wait, once you realize your affection for me...You'll be the happiest you've ever been."

Unbest known to him, you're awake, just with your eyes shut. You know he's watching you; you know he's stalking you in your sleep. So to properly confront him, you have a camera recording him watching you right in his lab.

He needs to be humbled.

Matilda:

He'll first act really dramatically about the initial rejection, asking questions on why you don't like him back and things similar to that. From there, he'll try to guilt-trip you purposefully in hopes that maybe you'll accept his feelings out of guilt. And he'll be super clingy even if you reject him like he doesn't care. If he wants love, he's getting it one way or another. He's basically a manipulative, clingy little fucker. (Note that this is from him just being greedy about wanting everything he wants)

"Why won't you love me?!" Mikey cries out, faking tears with ease to put up his pitiful act. He knows everybody is weak to him being all sad and weak. He's mastered the art of acting so well, he's basically the all-powerful. "Is it because I'm an ugly turtle?! Is it because I'm too childish?! Tell me, so I can try to get better!"

When he notices your guilty expression, he internally smirks smugly. Look at you, already falling for his tactics so easily.

"No...I just..." He almost slips up and giggles when your voice fades away from uncertainty. Usually he doesn't feel like this, but when it comes to achieving your love, he just can't help but get a little- evil with his intentions.

"Please! Just tell me what I need to do to get you to love me!"

——————————————————

I think I'm getting a little better at writing for 2012- ngl I must have gone a bit crazy with Mikey's part but it's fine

- Celina

[ladykailitha]

The People That See You Part 1

This is one is very angsty to start with and I’ve broken up the first part into two. This came from the idea that Steve and Eddie’s friends aren’t as far removed as previously thought.  Or you can read it here on AO3

*

Eddie was cracking jokes with the rest of Corroded Coffin waiting for the rest of the adult Hellfire to show up. Or at least most of them.

Jeff and Gareth were making fun of Steve Harrington and Brian? Brian was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Dude, “Jeff said. “What’s your problem?”

Brian shrugged. “I don’t think we should be making fun of someone now that we’re out of high school.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Come on, you have to admit how annoying he is?”

“You think I’m annoying?” Steve asked from the doorway.

Everyone whirled around to see him just standing there, stricken.

“What are you doing here?” Gareth asked with a sneer.

Steve cleared his throat and pinched his nose. “Dustin said he left his homework here and Claudia asked me to get it for him.”

“You on first name terms with all the moms, Harrington?” Jeff joked.

Steve blushed angrily. “Just let me get his stuff and I’ll get out of your way.” He spotted the bag behind Eddie and had to brush past him to get it.

As Steve turned around to leave, Eddie grabbed his shoulder. “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Steve wrenched his arm away. “I thought I could trust you. I thought you were one of the people I could count on.”

Jeff and Gareth laughed and Steve bolted.

“Steve!” Eddie cried following him out.

When Eddie followed him out, Gareth and Jeff looked at each other.

“What was that about?” Gareth asked, confused.

“It always sucks when you overhear your crush bad mouthing you behind your back,” Brian murmured.

Jeff frowned. “How the hell would you know that?”

Brian just looked him in the eye and said nothing.

Eddie came storming back in, pushing chairs out of his way and cursing up a storm. “God damn it!” he shouted as he sat down in a huff.

Jeff jerked his head at Brian. “Brian here seems to think that Stevie boy’s got a crush on you.”

Eddie blinked. He pointed at Jeff. “You shut up.” He pointed at Brian. “You’re coming with me. You two are going to stay here until we get back.”

He grabbed his jacket and pushed Brian in front of him. “Come on.”

Brian sighed but led the way to the van.

Eddie started the van and drove in silence for a few moments before he said, “Where would he go?” he asked mostly to himself.

“Skull rock,” Brian whispered.

“How the hell do you know that? Scratch that, how the hell would you know if Steve has a crush on me? You never see each other outside of him picking up the kids. So unless you two are hanging out together that I don’t know about...”

Brian closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, he turned to Eddie. “If you tell anyone about this I swear to god I will raid your porn stash and sell the best ones to the swim team.”

Eddie scoffed. “Like you know where my porn stash is.”

“Underneath the second step to your trailer,” Brian deadpanned.

“Shit.”

Eddie tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought hard about it. “Yeah. Fine. You win. Now spill.”

“I use to run with Harrington in middle school.”

Eddie looked over at him for a moment and then turned back to the road. “Like hell you did.”

Brian huffed out a bitter laugh. “No, I really did. The whole crowd, Tina, Nicole, Carol, Tommy, Steve and me. Ever wonder why it was odd that there were more girls than guys?”

Eddie cocked his head and shrugged. “So what happened?”

Brian just shrugged. “I got into D&D and base guitar and they were jocks. We just drifted apart naturally.”

Eddie bit his lip. “But if that was the case then Steve would have had to have a crush on me in middle school and there is no way that’s a thing.”

“They didn’t know,” Brian said softly.

“Then how did you know?” Eddie was getting more confused by the moment.

Brian sighed. “Because we bonded over liking guys.”

Eddie raised a eyebrow. “Seriously? I didn’t know you were gay, man.”

Brian shrugged. “It’s just more ammunition that I don’t care to give people.”

“I feel that,” Eddie agreed.

“Did Steve ever bully you?” Brian asked suddenly.

Eddie reared his head back. “No. I mean, not really.” He paused for a moment. “Not that I can think of. I mean it wasn’t until Steve had graduated that popular crowd had turned on us. They tended to leave us alone.”

Brian let that sink in.

Eddie looked over at him briefly, tilting his head. “Come on, man. You can’t seriously think that he left the Hellfire Club alone because he had a crush on me.”

“Yeah, yeah I can,” Brian said.

“You have to see how ridiculous that sounds,” he pleaded.

Brian just shook his head.

They drove in silence up Skull Rock and as they drew near, they could see Steve’s car and his silhouette on the horizon.

“How the hell did you know he’d be here?” Eddie asked, in awe.

“People think he come up here to woo his dates,” Brian explained. “But it’s only a secondhand affect of him taking them to the place he feels most at home.”

“Shit.” Eddie had a place like that. He would drive out the quarry and sit on top of his van until the ache in his chest subsided.

Eddie opened the door to the van, but Brian stopped him.

“Don’t break his heart, man,” Brian pleaded. “If you don’t feel the same, fine. But let him down gently. But that boy up there has the biggest heart in the world. And it is a fucking miracle that Tommy and Carol didn’t beat it out of him. Because if you make him cry again, I will beat your ass.”

“Again?” Eddie asked, frowning. “I’ve never seen him cry.”

“You have, you just don’t realize it,” Brian bit out and then copied Steve’s nose pinch and rub.

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “You mean to tell me that’s him crying?”

“Harrington men don’t cry.”  

Eddie nodded. He got out of the van and closed the door.

“Just one more thing,” Brian said, leaning across the center console to to be heard. “Don’t let him know it was me, yeah?”

Eddie gave him a thumbs up and began the climb to Skull Rock.

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[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 63 - I'll Cry if I Want To

You get drunk. Guess who comes lurking?

On AO3.

Getting shit-faced. That is what wine’s good for.

The night’s real pretty. Y’all are inside the grove, all the goblins’re fucking dead, and the druids ain’t gonna let…let fucking wargs or mean bears in here. So it’s safe. There’s a rock digging into your left ass cheek, and you cannot be fucked to do nothing about it. But you’re safe! So it’s fine.

You take another gulp. People say when you got enough alcohol, you don’t notice then taste no more, but those fuckers’re lying liars who fucking lie, and it still tastes like bitter…bitter piss.

Bitch burns, too.

“Shit is gross,” you say to nobody. “The fuck do people drink this?”

Probably cause it makes you warm. And vaguely floating. Your muscles seem to burn a lot more, but you’re still kinda happy. Not like, sing and flail around the living room happy, but happy enough the last…week? Ish? Whatever. The night is pretty. An owl hoots and squirrels run along branches. Bugs creak and hum and a crow in the trees above lets out a sleepy “crk.”

“Sorry!” you say. Realize you’re shouting. Whisper, “Sorry.”

Crows keep grudges, huh? You heard about that. Should let the little dude to back to sleep.

Probably shouldn’t be out in the woods by yourself?

Whatever.

Another gulp. Your whole face wrinkles.

“I thought you didn’t drink?” says a fucking rat man.

You turn. The woods spin a little, and you gotta blink before the two, pale silhouettes become one bastard man.

“’Sa party,” you say. “Errbody’s drinking.”

Why’s he here? You ain’t been gone long. Right? You’re pretty sure.

“How’s Lae’zel?” you say.

He winces. You’re shouting again.

You pitch your voice back down. “How’s Lae’zel?”

He gives you a look. It slides right on past you. “Jealous, dear?”

Your chest hurts again. Still for no fucking reason. “Pff. No. Just surprised how quick it was.”

For some reason, he pulls back in outrage (yeah! you recognize that one!). “Excuse me?”

“It ain’t nothing bad!” You only flail a little. Almost throw the wine bottle and then have to clutch it to your chest. Next to your soul flask. They clink through your shirt. “Just…y’know. ‘Fficient. You’re very efficient.”

He stands there like he’s trying to parse out what you’re saying. Did the potion wear off again? You gotta study more.

And who the fuck cares. You ain’t out here for him. You ain’t out here for nobody except to get shit-faced.

“Why are you out here alone?” rat bastard man says.

It probably ain’t supposed to be funny. Or maybe it just ain’t funny to him. Or anyone but you. But for you? You don’t drink, you don’t hookup, but you do plonk your ass down and get sloshed off a bottle and a half of wine all by your lonesome.

You want ice cream. You would literally kill a man for ice cream.

“If I didn’t know any better,” the bastard fuck boy says, “I’d say you look like you were trying to drink away your feelings.”

You squint up at him. White hair a silvery halo around his head in the moonlight. Eyes shining like new pennies in the low light. Fucker asks your opinion on who he ought to bang, and then finds you afterwards to…to fucking needle you?

You ain’t never been drunk like this. You flirted with getting mildly buzzed. Got borderline tipsy that once when Ryan fucking Meadows ghosted you and you ugly cried onto Sasha’s only clean work shirt.

None of that really processes, though. You ain’t really up to the whole “processing” thing right now; that barn door is long open and them hogs already sprinted for the hills.

“You’re such a dick,” you say, clicking the “k” at the end extra hard. “Pompous goddamn mess of a…of a man dick.”

He blinks like you just sprouted a beak and began reciting the entire works of Shakespeare in chicken.

And you ain’t done. “I got all the fucking reason to be off my damn ass out here, you shit. I lost my whole fucking family. Again. My whole fucking world. Fucking demons and brainworms and your ass. Maybe I just wanted to get drunk all by myself.”

You feel how dry your mouth is, and chug a few more swallows.

“Tastes like shit,” you say and try to scrape your tongue on your teeth. “Don’t know why anybody drinks it.”

Astarion still stands there. Fucking creepo. He’ll get all huffy and leave; toss you some snide bullshit before he goes. Jackass.

Only he don’t. He…lowers himself down. Not right next to you, but within kicking distance.

You think about doing just that.

“What even is that swill?” he says.

You look at the label. At the swirly-spiky letters all swooping together. Turn to him, with the most deadpan expression you can muster, and say, “What’s up, I’m Jared, I’m nineteen, and I never fucking learned how to read.”

It is, hands down, the best joke you ever made in your whole life. You bend over laughing. You cry, laughing. Your bladder twinges and you keep laughing.

But then something happens. And you’re still laughing, and your eyes is watering, but now it hurts. Now you can’t breathe and nobody else is laughing with you cause they don’t get the joke and never will because your world is dead. Not like, actually. But they might as well be.

And like hell you want Astarion to fucking see that. So you shove the bottle at him and turn away like it’s just the giggles. Ain’t nothing to see here. Just a giggly drunk.

No one is ever gonna get your jokes. Ain’t nobody gonna know what “Wednesday my dudes” is. Or the helium balloons. Or the yoga grinch.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck.

Wine sloshes in the bottle. Astarion somehow gives an audible grimace.

“I think you grabbed the worst of them, darling. This is pure vinegar.”

You don’t turn around. You try to shove the goddamn sniffles back in your face. You don’t cry in front of other people. That shit ain’t safe. It’s how everybody knows how weak and stupid you are, and you are not gonna give this jackass that ammunition.

But it keeps coming. The smell of the red dirt after a hard rain. Homemade pecan custard pie. Uncle Randy was gonna take you to the Cherokee Days this fall. You was gonna try to learn basket weaving. The old style.

And you up and disappeared on him. On all of them.

Again.

Only this time, you ain’t coming back. This time, you ain’t gonna find no pink bicycle waiting for you cause you ain’t never gonna come crunching back over that red gravel. Never gonna smell them rich pecan trees, and bitch about Uncle Randy’s nasty cigarettes.

This is what you do, ain’t it? You disappear. You run off. You leave your family. All of your family, even the piece of shit parts over and over and over.

The tears coat your cheeks. You swipe at them furiously.

The wine sloshes again.

“Our gith friend had other plans for the evening,” Astarion says after…you don’t know.

You glance up and the sky spins above you. Fuck, you’re gonna make yourself sick you keep this up.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

“That sucks,” you say.

He makes a startled, snorting sound. “There was none of that, actually. And that’s the problem.”

Ah. Ye-awp. That’d do it. That’d be why he’s here with you. His prospect failed, so now he’s come back to you. The easy one.

You sigh and finally lose your fight with gravity and flop onto your side. You wave vaguely over your shoulder.

“Go find one of them tieflings, then,” you say. “They can’t all be paired off.”

You’re tired, actually. Desperately so. The grass is nice and soft, and it’s safe out here, right?

Something shuffles. A rhythmic swish of grass. It’s the change in the air that alerts you. He don’t radiate body heat cause he don’t got none. But he is…surrounded by something a lot like a static field.

You look up to see him on all fours over you, peering down. Not like, over you, over you, it’s just his head. He wears no expression. Just…looks at you.

Have you ever seen him like this before?

“You didn’t seek any playmates of your own,” he says. And who the fuck talks like that?

“I got.” You start to lift your hand to waggle your remaining wine bottle, but your hands is empty. Ah fuck. “I had wine.”

“But you didn’t need to drink by yourself, darling. Both the cleric and the wizard would have gladly followed you out here.”

Well he certainly did.

Still, that blank face. Not, like, shuttered blank. Just…open. Or empty. It’s just his face.

…you should just tell him. All’ve this would be so easy if you just fucking told him. But he dumped you. He’s probably one of them guys who gets real weird when he finds out you’re thirty-five and are the sole provider of your own orgasms.

And it shouldn’t fucking matter.

“Didn’t want to,” you say. And do not elaborate.

Leaving the ball in his court. He fumbles with it. Stares at you like you just tossed him a soggy potato.

You’re kinda curious to see what he does with it.

His eyes narrow. You think he frowns. But it ain’t a pissy frown. It’s a thinking frown. And too late you remember that this bastard clues in on your plans real fast. That he seems to have a decent read on things (that ain’t trying to get into your pants).

Oh fuck.

“You haven’t dabbled with any of our merry band,” he says. Is that thoughtful? He sounds thoughtful. Shit on a goddamn cracker.

Um.

“And you saved me back at that goblin camp,” you say. And give yourself a mental high five, cause if he wants to delve into shit you don’t wanna talk about, take a reverse fucking uno card, jackass!

But he don’t dodge or parry, this time. He fucking leans in. You breathe in some of his own exhale and feel your cheeks begin to warm (through the booze).

“And what if I did?” he says, voice just shy of a whisper.

Oh. You didn’t expect that. Shit. What’s the play here? Uh.

“I’d thank you,” you say.

The sky spins above him. He’s the only steady thing in your vision.

“Is that all?” he says. Y’all are totally sharing lung air now, and his whisper gives you a goddamn ASMR shiver.

Except you’re drunk. And he’s way too close. And the shivers quiver down to your belly. The sky spins faster.

“What if I told you,” Astarion breathes, “that I’ve been thinking about our night together ceaselessly—”

Your stomach lurches.

Oh. That ain’t a shiver or a booze buzz or Astarion. You make some awful gagging sound, wrench up and to the side, and bring up about a bottle and a half of wine.

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[pentition]

Spoilers for Sandrock and Portia below:

Hey gang, have we talked yet about how Pen's letter directed us to a cave that conveniently was right by the marriage location? :')

I reloaded to an older save and revisited the entire Duvos arc and now am catching up on the updates that followed from it. But I was thinking here just musing over the location of this cave. Obviously one the Builder either didn't know about or conveniently they just never went together? Because doing cave crashes with Pen would have made for fiiiiiine date content if we ever had gotten more of it.

I just keep thinking on the fact this dude got KO'd and dropped a diamond ring and his gloves (though, I imagine the Builder knew better than to let him keep those on). It's like, ow, okay. As if the thought process and what he says while imprisoned wasn't enough. But then you got to a cave that I'd argue isn't actually that dangerous? Find what was left. And interestingly it's not just The Protector that's waiting for you.

Gold and diamond was there, too. It kind of makes me wonder a couple of things. What if the little challenge of the cave was meant to be a repeat of their first date. Instead of taking down robots, they just take down cave dwelling critters. Was the prize meant to be a marriage proposal despite stating how that wasn't on the table originally?

The other thought that came to mind was maybe it was his bail out of Sandrock hiding spot. Some diamonds and gold could get him far enough. But then that begs the quest, why is The Protector there? He mentioned a number of times about the Builder having staying at his side, or taking them away with him. So maybe bail out funds (if the operation went south) is what it started as before he began seriously accounting for wanting his partner to go with him?

It's stupidly wild how he talks a lot of shit, and I mean a lot of shit but he's smart enough to know what's what. Like while he's imprisoned and you have the 'farewell' dialogue exchange. Choosing the romance option leads to him starting out saying something that the Builder likely wants to hear before he sours and becomes kind of bitter about it. The fact he knows it may be what they want to hear just shows a depth of acknowledgement and understanding.

The bitterness that seems to follow, especially speaking in regards to his own heart not being capable of love, just points to what Duvos has put him through. Even if willingly, I doubt Pen would have known the extent of what their military force intended to do to him. It's said he has a criminal record in and out of his military service, so either he's a bad apple but (like Stev and other soldiers have said) is still just a person or he's legitimately supposed to be vile. And I can't really see it being the latter with half of the things he says in your time knowing him.

There are so many fun little things that I try to see both sides with in this. Pen being escorted onto the plane to leave. He stops to look back at the Builder specifically. On one hand, it could be argued he looked back in disgust at the crowd and then notice the Builder. On the other hand, after hearing Pen's farewell words and how he went quiet at the end of it, it makes me think something else. He looked back, and not just looked back. Dude like, braced himself and sighed before doing so, saw whatever he expected or didn't to see and lingers a moment before continuing. There's not of that bravado. It kind of just carried on with 'farewell' tone. The thing is, even if you didn't romance Pen you still provided something for him that stood out from the rest of Sandrock. He noticed your Builder, it actually got to be fun. Even if things were distant, he was clearly having fun and that shook things up enough for him. Which I think points fingers ultimately back towards whatever training (and experimentation) he endured.

What was it... Telling him he could change still in the 'farewell' dialogue led to him acknowledging all the people he has killed/things he has done. It's a self-awareness he clearly possesses. I feel like that's vital insight into his character. He has an ego but he's still a soldier obeying his higher command. I can't really comment much on Pen and Howlett, but Pen was thrilled when Logan was putting up a challenge. Frustrating he kept eluding him, sure, but still he welcomed it. Just like he welcomed being challenged by the Builder. I kind of imagine Pen is akin to a hound locked in a dark kennel for long periods of time, when he gets out easy prey isn't going to quench his thirst. Howlett being onto the Duvos scheme meant there was prey that was putting up a challenge. Logan and the Builder then proved the same.

Whether that's just Pen's personality, or a bloodthirst that has always been there or developed due to his military service, it's hard to say. I think it's up to interpretation. It's kind of putting on the table the whole argument that soldiers become monsters to win wars. Sometimes to get through it, they let themselves feel all that shit. Or times, it was just what's within them being brought to the surface.

Pen showed himself to be a manipulative individual. He's cunning enough to get away with laying low, in getting people to dance to the tune he wants usually, and to be able to have that self-awareness. The latter of which has be shaking my fist like, "Pen, you fucking idiot." as I say, repeatedly, my Builder left on standby at the moment while I write this lmao. It would be one thing if he was just, "Haha, I LIED and genuinely don't give a shit!" but we see otherwise in the things unsaid. And when it is said, it's said in the 'farewell'. Though, I'd like to add, him putting out the theoretical 'that's what you wanted to hear, right?' thing could be considered as close as he came to stating his feelings aloud.

I don't know if it was an update or what since I came back, but like 3 mornings out of a week Pen would be outside my Builder's home for a play date. Even on days they couldn't because it was used up that week already (and I'm missing that 'follow' function Portia had ahhh). It interested me that someone he was trying to come off as so callous (post-being caught) was actively seeking out the Builder so often. Someone which that size ego wasn't just thinking, "Oh, they'll come to me' instead. Which made him turning around to look back hurt way harder because it was like he was seeking out the Builder again. :')

Last thing to add for I wrap up... I like that it's called The Protector. Because that's how he introduced himself as. And maybe also what he believed himself to be by Duvos logic. The description of it felt like it had two meanings: specifically restating Pen's perspective and the fact relationships have an emotional weight to them. Probably in a way that he had been expecting to encounter on this mission of his. It could have been called anything to reflect it being burden, but it wasn't.

I'm screaming. I just want to dive deeper into this drama of Pen and the Builder (especially a romanced Builder) in the game. (Incoming Portia spoiler): I'm still mad af over Aadit. Just the up and abandonment and nothing was ever done about it. I know that Pathea stated they had to move on due to conflicts behind the scenes or whatever. But it still feels similar all over again. There's so much potential with Pen's character and coming back. The main argument I see is 'well, he killed Logan's dad'. Yes, valid. Not at all going to let that pass. I know Pathea tries to be a little more on the lighter/sillier side. I'm a Fable fiend, I know how well dark shit and humor blends. That being said, it also bugs me how little I've seen of people acknowledging Logan and Haru's plans were dangerous as fuck.

You can say that they didn't kill anyone. Doesn't really mean they didn't try or an accident couldn't have happened. What if someone tried to play the hero on that train and a misfire happened? Pretty sure I remember getting bombs hurled my Builder's way and poison from Haru. The point of intent does matter to some degree. If an accident happens, sucks, but it is an accident. It's not intentional murder. At the same time, the two lovely chucklefucks know they are playing the bad guys so they are intentionally putting themselves in these risky positions that also puts others at risk as well.

The difference is that to Logan it's personal, to Pen it isn't (even if he still gets a kick out of it). It's personal affairs vs military orders - and the two have come to detest one another. That opens up interesting possibilities if we ever got to see Pen come back. Because the first step with those things will always be having a self-awareness of your part in it all. Oh wait, Pen already has that. :)

I don't know, I've seen it occur in other medias with less of a backstory behind the mutual hate. It feels like a prime opportunity to tackle it as a DLC. Because like the whole Aadit thing, the possibility of Aadit and Pen (and Matilda) showing up later is like. Cool and all. But I won't be playing the Portia or Sandrock character who had a history with them probably in that game. It'll likely have us start fresh with a new Builder. And if they put romance in that? I'd feel like how I did with Cullen in Inquisition. Just sweaty and waiting if he'd go off about his first love (crush). And like, the relationship with Aadit or Pen were way further along than what Cullen and the mage Grey Warden experienced so. It's like LET ME RESOLVE THIS NOW PLEASE and then a bunch of screaming and crying emojis.

Okay I've rambled enough for now. Hi. I'm back and will post art soon. Sorry this is a mess. I haven't slept properly in days and just AHHHH