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Safe Word- Matthew Sturniolo

Summary: Your boyfriend Matt decided to get a little too rough with you and you needed to use your safe word

Warnings: Use of Y/N, Smut, P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it in a snickers wrapper if necessary and desperate), safe word, crying, rough!dom!Matt, Sub!fem!reader, degradation, praising.

A/N: I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT!! This is kinda loosely based on that one scene from Fifty Shades of Grey when Ana uses her safe word!

PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR ANYTHING THIS IS MY WORK! I wrote this! dont use this for “inspiration” or anything else!

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I had been teasing Matt all day. I purposely wore my sluttiest outfit to an LA party the triplets were invited to and of course, since Matt and I are a package deal I went with him. My outfit consisted of a tiny black latex skirt with a graphic baby Tee and black thigh-high heels. I knew he hated this outfit, he wasn't insecure, he just loved being possessive over me in a healthy manner. We hadn't had sex in about a week, our schedules were not matching this week to give us any time together besides when we both got home we were too tired for anything else besides sleeping. All in all, we were both sexually frustrated and I desperately needed to be dicked the fuck down by him.

The music was loud and the lights in the enclosed venue were nonexistent beside the area lights that were flashing colors around the place, and with all the drunken people around I doubted anyone was looking at me anyway.

Matts's hands gripped my waist pulling me closer to him as my hips swayed to the music and loosened my body from the lack of freedom I've had.

“When we get home I need you faced down and ass up” Matt growled in my ear placing a small kiss on my neckline making shivers go down my spine.

“I'm really feeling this party Matt so we should stay a while” I smiled devilishly knowing he couldn't wait any longer to have me all to himself.

My response only made his grip on my waist tighter. He let out a small grunt as he pushed my ass into his now very obvious boner.

“You feel that? you feel what your slutty little outfit does to me?” he whispers in my ear and softly nibbles at my ear.

“I honestly have no idea what you're talking about Matt,” I say smirking knowing damn well exactly what he meant.

“Fuck this” he says gripping my wrist softly and dragging me around the venue finding his brothers.

“Matt, what the fuck?” I say almost whining.

“Hey so Y/N isn’t feeling well, do you guys wanna come with me or do you want to call an Uber home when you wanna come home?” Matt questions his brothers still gripping my wrist as I sit there like a child being dragged around Walmart.

“Oh girl I'm sorry, too much alcohol?” Nick says laughing.

“No actually-” i start before Matt interrupts me.

“Yes she had a little too much and doesn't realize she had that much” Matt says looking at me with disapproval.

“Just call an uber Matt” Chris says as his arm is wrapped around some girl he probably just met tonight.

Matt nods and pushes through the crowd of people still grabbing my wrist. We find our way to the car he opens the door for me practically shoving me into the passenger side as he gets in the driver's side.

Matt pulls out of the parking lot at a rather concerning speed making my head jolt back “Jesus Matt could you at least be safe getting us home… fuck” I say in annoyance.

Matt doesn't reply he just places his hand on my upper thigh and softly grips it. I place my hand on top of his holding his intex and middle finger.

Matt speeds through the interstate hurrying to get him only making me wetter and wetter by the second, questioning in my mind all the things he'd do to me. How he would thrust his cock deep into me, the way he would have his arms around my waist so tightly, thinking about all the nastiest shit he would whisper in my ear as his cock hits all the right places in me. All these things pacing through my head make my thighs subconsciously squeeze together which matt obviously caught on.

“Such a dirty fucking whore” he whispers under his breath.

My lower lip gets trapped in my teeth at his words, i. Always loved the way his voice got lower as he spoke to me sexually.

After what felt like hours we finally arrived at the house, quickly ran around to grab my door for me and once again, he gripped my wrist softly yet firmly as he unlocked the door and guided me to our bedroom.

Matt's eyes darken with more than just lust, he slowly creeps up behind me and rips my shirt right in half making me squeal.

“Matt are you serious” my jaw dropped to the floor watching my shirt fall off my arms.

He once again didn't answer and unclipped my bra allowing it to fall off my shoulders and down to the floor. His hands crept their way to my hips dropping my skirt off from them as i step out of my skirt.

He pushed me down on the bed by my shoulders and used my ankles which were dangling off the bed to flip me over with my ass in the air and my face in the mattress.

This has got to be the quickest this man has undressed. In no time his cock was free slapping his stomach and he was completely bare. He quickly spit in his own hand rubbing his spit down his shaft and spreading it around. He moves a little closer to me using the excess spit from his hand and spreading it around my folds making my hips jerk forward and sending a smirk to his face at my reaction.

He aligns his cock with my entrance and immediately bottoms out. “You think you're so fucking cute” he grunts out as his hand pushes my head down on the mattress as he thrusts his hips into mine. “Teasing me all fucking day huh? You think you're all innocent? Making everything think you're a sweet innocent little whore? You want everyone to know you're a fucking slut” he spits as my head further into the mattress.

The room was filled with my moans and cries of pleasure and the sound of my ass recoiling from his hips as he thrusts into me at an almost ungodly pace.

“MATT” I muffle out.

“Oh, you like that? You like my fucking dick being shoved so deep in your tight pussy” he groans out.

“MPHF- MA-MATT” Tears form in my eyes as his hand repeatedly smacks my ass leaving a red and white handprint on my ass as his cock abuses my cervix.

“Such a dumb fucking slut already” he laughs out as his grip on the back of my throat gets tighter.

“BUTTERFLY” i scream out with tears streaming down my face, lifting my head to the best of my ability which sends Matt into a panic, and immediately pull out and flipping me over to face him.

“Baby? Are you okay? did i hurt you?” his hands cup my cheeks wiping away the tears that had been pouring out of my eyes.

“Y-y-yes” i whisper out as i flince at his touch.

“S-shit” he studders out “Where did I hurt you, my love?” his voice softens.

“Y-you h-had y-y-your hand o-on the back of my-my throat a little too tight” My breathing shudders “I-i I couldn't breathe” I sniffle out.

“I-am so sorry sweetheart, you know i would never internally hurt you, i-i-i just got carried away” he looks down fiddling his fingers.

“N-no i-i-i know..” my voice trails off as my eyes water.

“Come here” he opens his arms for me to lie in them as his hands run through my hair. “I'm so so sorry” he whispers.

“I-its okay” as i bury my head in his chest.

“Sh sh, don't speak” he kisses my head. “I was too rough with you, you felt the need to use your safe word” his voice cracks as tears of his own start forming in his eyes. “I promise you i won't be that rough with you again” he kisses my head again.

I lift my head up a little “n-no i like when you're rough i just like my ability to breathe matt” i softly smile.

He returns a smile before placing a loving small kiss on my lips and laying back as my head lays back on his chest.

“I love you” he whispers out slowly massaging my scalp.

“I love you too” I mutter before falling fastly asleep in Matt's arms.

“I love you most” he replies kissing my head and also falling into a deep slumber of his own holding me the rest of the night.

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A/n Pt 2: AHH THIS ONEE I STG I JUST KEPT TYPING AWAY SO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONE!!!! And tysm again for over 500 followers!!!

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[maginxlia]

Starring Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in When Things Get Argumentative ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Suggestive themes and Foul language

Trigger warning ⚠️ Mentions of Violence in Sukunas

Dictionary✨ Y/N Is for Your Name

No Pronouns in this Bih

Another one requested by the Beautiful @aaphroditeeeee , Thank you boo❤️‍🔥 I hope y’all are staying cool , Hydrated and refreshed ❤️‍🔥 I love all of y’all and I appreciate all the love and support you give to me❤️‍🔥

Masterlist

Gojo Satoru

✰ Most of us would think arguments with this man would end with y’all naked and rolling in the sheets

✰ Y’all would be right if the argument was small and his ass doesn’t go ballistic ignorant

✰ See when the argument gets serious Gojo gets childish

✰ I’m talking plugging his ears and saying he’s not listening when he knows Damn well that what you’re saying is right

✰ Like tonight’s argument about one of his pranks going horribly wrong

✰ He tried to manufacture his own surprises glitter and fart spray box for the neighbor who likes to swipe packages but he some how fucked it up, now your living room is covered in glitter and smells like a Walmart restroom

✰ You were definitely on his ass, you told him about preparing his pranks somewhere else and he still decided to ignore you and ruin y’all living room in the process??? Oh hell yes it’s ON

✰ Gojo: Babe accidents happen, you can’t be this mad about an accident can you??

✰ Y/N: I’m mad because I told you several times to not do this shit in our living space to prevent these kinds of accidents from happening but you didn’t listen.

✰ So once he realised he’s not going to win this one it goes sideways

✰ Finger in ears talking about I’m not listening, Gojo looks like a tool.

✰ Your face drops from to anger to unamused rage, you don’t have time for this ignorant garbage so you walk into the bedroom

✰ Gojo knows he fucked up as he lay in on the couch that covered in glitter and reeks of yesteryear funk; he regrets everything

✰ In the morning you’re awaken to breakfast in bed and Gojo gently saying a heartfelt apology

✰ He’s offering to buy a brand new living room set and willing to do much more just to get you to forgive him and possibly let him play in the sheets with you

Nanami Kento

✰ Arguments are a rare thing between Nanami and you

✰ He’s always so soft and sweet with you that arguments hardly ever have any holding

✰ His favorite method of keep peace is de escalation because he hardly have free time and he rather spend his rare free time not being angry with you

✰ You’re both grown and can talk things out like adults without the name calling and yelling

✰ As much as he hates and avoid arguments tonight’s argument couldn’t be avoided

✰ He missed your date night again after promising his work wouldn’t interfere and boy is you upset

✰ He understands your anger, he did promise you that tonight would be yours but he let work steal himself from work

✰ As you vent out your frustrations Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, upset with himself that he disappointed you

✰ He didn’t say anything as you went off on him, he deserves this he thought

✰ Y/N: I really didn’t think you would miss our date night let alone not call, I know it’s unfair to say you’re not giving an effort into this when I know you’re working towards the greater good but sometimes I feel so alone.

✰ As your anger transformed into tears Nanami held you closed to him tenderly

✰ He rubbed circles in your back as your tears stained through his shirt

✰ Nanami: I’m so sorry Y/N, you’re are right it wasn’t very fair of me to not call or show. I’ve been neglecting you and you don’t deserve it, I swear on all that I am I would be a better man for you

✰ Nanami lived up to this promise to you, He’s started taking off twice a month just for nights dedicated to you

Suguru Geto

✰ Adapt and Overcome that’s the name of the game whenever Geto feels a argument brewing

✰ He knows how nasty he can be to a non sorcerer so he NEVER argues back with his one and only favourite non sorcerer… you

✰ You’re arguing with yourself at this point love

✰ This man Literally knows when a argument brewing and he knows how to deflect them

✰ Geto do sweet things for you when you’re mad at him

✰ He automatically corrects himself when he’s fucking up with you

✰ When he pissed at you?? He hides it with a smile and tender touch (This man a fucking monster but there is no way in fuck he’s being a monster to you)

✰ So you’re eating your favourite ice cream while Geto cooks your favourite food

✰ Y/N: I don’t remember why I was mad at you. Is it one of your powers to know when I’m upset with you???

✰ Geto sitting across from you: No, it’s because I know you inside and out

✰ He’s oddly perfect and you will never know the wiser

✰ There is moments where his perfect act cracks especially when arguments are about his

Horrid treatment of non sorcerers

✰ He doesn’t snap at you but his facial expression tells it all for a complete second

He’s blind sided but there is no way in hell filthy non sorcerers going to cost him his relationship with you

✰ Geto puts back on the doting boyfriend act again, After all he loves you and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he makes you cry with sharp words ??

Fushiguro Toji

✰ Toji don’t have time to argue and he doesn’t give any effort in arguing, Low-key agitating

✰ He knows he can easily accidentally intimidate you and he’s not about all that

✰ Toji rather you vent out all your anger than he participate in riling you up

✰ He knows you and he knows you’re pissed at him, he feels there is no need to add to hostile environment after all he knows how this will end

✰ Literally if you’re the kind to get more heated at the silence from the other party then you’re in for a rage treat

✰ Toji is sitting on the couch with a bag of potato chips in between his thighs munching away as you rant away about what??? he doesn’t remember

✰ Hell this is so drawn out that you don’t even remember what started it your damned self but the fuel to the fire is Toji silent disinterest facial expression

✰ Y/N: So you’re going to sit your ass there and eat lays chips while I’m trying to tell you something??? You got me fuc-

✰ Just like that he hit you with those Zenin bedroom eyes

✰ As he move the chips and open his legs so you sit in between them he say the most tempting words

✰ Toji: I know you’re frustrated with me but there's better ways to get your anger out

✰ Your anger towards him is slowly fading away and is replaced by lust

✰ The night is filled with you taking your frustrations out on Toji in a intimate way

✰ Everything ending the way he knew it would

Ryomen Sukuna

✰ Sukuna loves when you’re mad at him, he lives for it

✰ He Never takes argument so serious after all He’s a king and that means you’re his consort and a true king never overpower his consort over a trivial human emotion like Anger

✰ Sukuna riles you up on purpose; you’re just more delicious when your anger burns against him and he can do is grin at ya when you’re pissed at him

✰ He knows you’ll claw his back up later in the most pleasant of ways, your anger excites him

✰ Now he doesn’t abuse this power over you even tho It’s so easy for the King of curses to get carried away

✰ You’re steaming and not talking to his ass while he’s silently amused

✰ Sukuna as he caresses your skin: Dove, are you still angry with me? I know I’ve angered you but it was all in lust for you and the way you react when rage overtakes you

✰ His touch always calms you back down as his aura envelopes you

✰ But when he’s upset with you?? Lesser curses heads getting ripped off like box tops

✰ Sukuna NEVER takes his anger out on you

He never argues back when he’s agitated with you, he walks away and just take his anger out on lesser curses (Mahito you better run)

✰ He knows you’re a human and he would sooner commit a mass extinction than hurt you

✰ When he’s better and calmed down he’s going to have you in his arms or railing you silly

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[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[maryellencarter]

okay SO! the first half of this month has been a zoo, mostly in a good way, but there has been A Lot Going On and i don't remember whomst i've told what. so!

* i am not evicted. my rent assistance came through literally half an hour before my eviction hearing. not only that, it paid for all my late fees plus september and october rent.

* i got the job i wanted. i have been in training all of last week for how to do the thing. it is a very distinctive thing so i'm not going to give too much detail in public, but it involves typing to customers instead of being screamed at. very relaxing.

* because my job is much more relaxing, i can hypothetically work 40 hour weeks without burning out.

* because my rent is paid for two months and my job is paying me $16 an hour for 40 hour weeks, suddenly i am taking home $2000 a month and barely having to spend it on anything for a while.

* main goal is to save up an emergency fund but i am also doing some celebrating. this consisted partly of me going to the walmart and getting pokemon let's go pikachu and legend of zelda breath of the wild for $50 each.

* let's go pikachu is fun and simple, but i am very frustrated by learning that i cannot evolve gengar except by trading haunter between two physically different nintendo switch consoles. gengar is possibly my favorite pokemon and i wanted to raise one without having to fetch it in from pokemon go. :P so that's sort of on hold until i feel better about it.

* breath of the wild is very pretty and very addicting. you can fight battles if you want, but you can sneak past almost all battles, and like 95% of the content is just finding and solving little logic puzzles so as to get the tokens you exchange for more hearts, more stamina, more weapon inventory capacity, and so forth.

* sometimes i solve the little logic puzzles and am very proud of myself. sometimes i get utterly stumped and have to google them. sometimes i'm googling something else in the game and it's like "oh THAT'S what i was supposed to do with this!"

* also hyrule appears to be in the southern hemisphere? i was watching the moon rise one night in the game and i was really confused and couldn't figure out what was bugging me, and then i was coming up my front walk tonight in meatspace and saw the moon and automatically figured whether it was waxing or waning by which direction was the sunset, and then i realized the moon in the game had been rising from the right-hand side of the screen which would be west in the northern hemisphere on earth. but since the moon is roughly over the equator / always over some point in the tropical latitudes, in the southern hemisphere you look north and it rises to your right from the east.

* (this would never have occurred to me, except dorothy l. sayers pointed out in her translation of the purgatorio that dante gets this right, his mount purgatory being in the antipodes and having a sunless southern side. dante therefore had better spatial understanding than i do. anyway that stuck with me.)

* anyway. so i just realized that and i was like "i will make a post" and then i was like "i think i need to start about five posts ago"

[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze, Pt. 6

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Wild Thoughts™️, Angst, Yearning, 18+, Walmart shopping, Anime discussion, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot

Word Count: 2.8 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. 

Read the previous chapter.

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Isabela, Puerto Rico, May 2023

“We are about 30 minutes from our destination. Please stay seated with your seatbelts fastened. The pilot will let you know when it is safe to do otherwise. Enjoy the rest of the flight.”

The flight attendant’s announcement woke up Daveed. He felt warm and happy. And he had you in his arms.

Daveed moved his head down into your curls, and kissed the top of your head., checking to see if anyone was watching. Everyone was knocked the fuck out. 

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder about 45 minutes into the flight after passing around champagne bottles. You were so cute, but he could tell that your neck was gonna be wrecked when you awoke.

Daveed had carefully maneuvered you so that he could pull up the armrest without waking you. You were dead to the world, so you waking up wasn’t a problem. 

Then, he pulled you to his chest, situating the blanket around you two and leaning back.  If he wanted anything from you right now, at the top of the list would be to be able to hold you like this and to show love.

He questioned that word in his mind. Love, really? He did love you, even if it was only as a good friend. But could it be more? Were you ready for that? Was he?

Daveed looked around to see Craig watching him and giving a thumbs up.  No one else noticed, Rafa was on his laptop and he could have sworn that Anthony and Jasmine were doing something nasty under their blanket behind you.  

He settled back into this feeling of being with you and fell asleep too, happy and content.

You woke up to a strange rhythm under your ear. It was a blue covered heartbeat, you recognized as you opened one eye, and it was insistent and hard, yet warm and safe. You shifted, held Daveed’s torso tighter and tried to drift back off. His arms tightened around you in response.

 Then your eyes popped open.

“Oh shit!”  You realized what was going on. You sat up slowly and squinted at Daveed’s smile and his damn low sexy voice. 

“Hey sleepyhead.”

“Hey.”  

You blushed and wiped your mouth. 

“Shit, I’m sorry…�� you wiped at his onesie. “I think I drooled all over  your…” 

You didn’t finish the sentence when you glanced at Daveed and caught his eye. 

What you said that night came back to both of you. D’s eyes darkened and he licked his lips. For a minute, you were trapped by the static energy of your attraction. Daveed could do a lot with those lips right now if you’d let him. 

But of course you fought it.

You took a deep breath and sat up, separating from Daveed more fully. You had to get it together. You reached for your phone and checked your face, making sure you weren’t too crusty.

“Practically perfect in every way.” Daveed was watching you.

“That’s your first mistake.” You clicked your camera off. “ Anything that’s perfect isn’t real. Or alive.”  You had learned a lot in therapy.

“Truth.” Daveed looked at you appraisingly. “Such wisdom from a young one.” He leaned close to you.  “That’s why I said, ‘practically.’”  He was staring at your lips, not wanting to give up on meeting them again.

“I’m not a ‘young one.’ I’m thirty in two days.” 

You lifted your chin as a child would do, Daveed noted.  It was appropriate, because you were being stubborn as fuck right now.

He chuckled and stayed close, not letting you off the hook.  

“And I’m 40. I could be your…”  

The timbre of his voice was causing your pussy to vibrate. Holy fuck.

“...Daddy,” you said, huskily.  

You opened your mouth to breathe, as Daveed grunted quietly in his throat. God, you wanted to fuck him. You remembered that you knew how big he was. Your eyes widened and you watched his mouth.

Daveed would teach you about Daddy. He wanted to rail you until your pussy curved to his dick.  Got damn.

Daveed wanted you and you wanted him. It was crystal clear. He began to reach for you under the blanket when the flight attendant’s voice intruded on your vibe.

“We are beginning our descent into Rafael Hernández Airport, please stay seated with your seatbelts fastened and bring your tray tables and seats to an upright and locked position. The temperature is 75 degrees and the current time is 12:47 am.  We should be at our gate shortly. Thank you.”

That’s it. The moment was gone. You reached for your water bottle and took a drink to cool down. You were grateful.

Daveed was frustrated, as he sat back, brought his seat up, but held the blanket on his lap for a little while longer. It wasn’t fair, he almost had you. He closed his eyes. Now he felt like a child.

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The crew finally arrived in town around 2 am, after the two hour flight and renting a couple of cars to get to Isabela, a village on the seaside.

Loud music was playing to avoid falling asleep, Rafael driving one car and Ant the other.

Arriving in town, the two cars headed straight to the Walmart to get some food and things. It was almost 2 am, but everyone was re-energized and playing around, glad to be free for the time being on the island.

Daveed had to concentrate to read the titles in the video section.  His mind kept going back to the moment on the airplane.  But he vowed not to chase you up and down this island. He didn’t want to crowd you.  It had to be your decision.

You had to come to him. And  the thought of you made him want to cum. He’d have you to think about in the shower tonight, or today, whatever.

He needed to stop thinking about it.

Daveed was looking for Black Dynamite to watch in the condo in case it rained. He knew better than to think that Walmart had it, but he tried anyway.

He did see Afro Samurai tho… He picked it up as Rafa approached him with a toy xylophone and a big grin.

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Puerto Rico did something to all of you. It was like some weird no inhibitions pollen or something. When you stepped off the plane you decided to not overthink shit. You were just going to respond naturally, fuck the consequences.

This was your weekend, after all.

You walked into the entertainment section and heard some vaguely familiar music. As you got closer, you realized what it was.

Daveed was in the book section rapping “Rubber Duckie” as Rafa played a toy xylophone.

I got my rubber duckie

I'm in the tub with bubblies

He isn't very fuzzy

I know my duckie loves me

Call up my homie Ernie,

You know the orange one, ya heard me

D was going in, being silly and laughing with his bestie. He was fucking adorable.  You grinned at them and turned down the dvd aisle.

“I can’t believe they don’t have Cowboy Bebop.”  

You shook your head as Daveed and Rafa walked up and flanked you at the display, a shopping cart by Daveed’s side.

“It’s a classic.  Children will be referencing the War on Titan and it's after effects a hundred years from now."

Rafa just nodded and stroked his chin, having enough sense to be quiet.

“Wait, Attack on Titan is right here Lindy…” Daveed reached for a dvd and held it up in front of you.

Rafa shook his head and covered it with his hand.

"Spike Spiegel wasn't in Attack on Titan.  That's an entirely different anime series, my dude." 

The sardonic wit in your voice. Daveed just nodded, face on the floor, and put the blu ray down.

You squinted at what D had in his hand. 

"Afro Samurai is 20 years old as well.  You know that and not Cowboy Bebop? You put shame on your house. Old Man.”

You gave him a sexy grin and sauntered away shaking your head.

Rafa had been watching the scene, head on a swivel. All he had to say after you left was, “Boom. Roasted.” 

Daveed just chuckled, surprised and exhilarated at the same time. It seemed that you were up to letting loose a little bit.

He looked at Rafa who just watched Daveed falling. He couldn’t catch him this time.

"Man. Tonight looks like the beginning of an EPIC weekend,” Rafa said as he pushed some more dvds into Daveed’s cart.

Then he pulled a pack of Magnum XLs off the shelf that he had been hiding under his arm from you.

Daveed looked at him. Rafa stared back.

“What?  All these beautiful women on this island. I’m not gonna be unprepared or take any chances.”

Daveed shook his head, grimaced and looked around to see where you went, but you were nowhere to be found.

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You were busy eating some Hot Cheetos that you’d grabbed on the chip aisle and were turning down the candy aisle when you saw Grumpy Care Bear standing there with a basket full of food, dvds and shit, looking at some sour patch kids.

"Oh hell,"  you said as you turned right back around.

"Ay, yo.  Lindy. You can get your candy. I'm not going to assault you with my inferior anime knowledge."

He laughed that sexy laugh and held up his hands. He sort of regretted calling you back because you walking away...Damn. Even in the Pikachu onesie.

Daveed continued to hold up his hands to show he didn't intend any harm, a smile on the lips that were your weakness earlier.  Fuck me, you thought.

You smiled back at him and went for the Jelly Bellys. You crunched loudly on your Cheetos as you clocked him out on the low. You felt bad. A little. 

"Look, I'm sorry about that in the dvds.  I'm just passionate about what I like."

Daveed wondered if you liked him. Like liked him liked him. He allowed himself to go there. 

You sucked the Cheeto dust off your fingers and it was making D feel some kinda way as he watched your fingers go in and out of your mouth. His eyes began to slide down your body.

He needed to stop. Daveed cleared his throat and looked at your face.

"No problem. I get it. It's all good." 

Diggs unconsciously licked his lips and grinned, causing you to stare for a second at his casual hotness. This couldn't continue. You frowned.

Daveed sensed the change in mood, grabbed his Sour Patch kids and backed away.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

That was a close call you thought as you felt some weird pang of disappointment at him leaving. But it was what it was.

Soon enough, you all left the store.  Rafa stole some of your Jelly Belly’s. You just handed over the pack to him and pulled out some more. You were prepared.

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When the crew finally got to the house, you dropped your bags and ran to the beach, celebrating four days of freedom from work, acting, fame, fortune, and expectations.

After a few minutes of staring at the waves, y’all made your way back up to the house.

When you walked in before Jazzy turned the lights on, you recognized a large dark expanse which seemed to be the back wall. As your eyes got adjusted, you noticed the white rolls of the waves on the shore. 

The back wall was floor to ceiling glass.  When the lights came up, it turned into a mirror and 6 characters in onesies stared back at you.

You were at the back of an open concept space with a huge u-shaped sectional sofa and a beautiful, big kitchen with a bar.

Daaaammmmmmnnn! This place is gorgeous!  Craig’s mouth was hanging open. You reached over and closed it.

“Welcome to our home away from home!” Anthony was bleary eyed and smiling wide. 

He pointed to the right of the house.

“Me and Jazzy’s room is over there,” he then pointed to the right of the house. 

“The birthday girl’s room is opposite over there, a mirror of the master,” then he pointed to the back of the house behind you and to the right,  “and the other four bedrooms are here.” 

Ant started pulling their luggage toward their room, talking over his shoulder. 

“Everybody gets their own room, even me, when I fuck up.” 

All of you cracked up laughing whole Jasmine nodded her head.

It was almost 4 am, so you all were tired.  You gladly pulled your suitcase to your room, feeling grateful and warm for being the guest of honor of your friends.  Your room was the bomb.

You walked into a spacious room with bamboo wood floors,and exposed wooden beam ceilings and several floor to ceiling windows.  There was a huge fluffy white rug under a comfortable king sized bed in the middle of the room. 

Two uniquely designed bamboo lounge chairs and white pillow ottomans faced a window where you could look through and see the pool and beach.

It was a luxury get away and right now, all you wanted was a shower and the bed.

You put your suitcase on the floor and got down and opened it.  You shook your head at what you saw.

“HOLY FUCK GOT DAMN SHIT!!!!”

Daveed, Craig and Jasmine came running at your screams.  Rafa and Ant were behind.

“What happened.”

You were embarrassed. But so irritated.

“Craig. You got the wrong suitcase.  This is Mark’s shit that he never came to get.  None of my clothes are here.  I have nothing to wear.”  You felt like crying.

“I’m sorry Lindy, you said that your summer clothes and bathing suits were in the rolling soft Louis bag…”

I mean the large one. This is the medium one. It’s okay, Craig.

“You have nothing to wear hunh?”

Daveed was smirking at you and you ignored it, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“But it’s perfect!”  You looked at Jasmine and her chipper British accent.

“We can go shopping for your birthday tomorrow. Treat yourself!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Jazzy’s happiness. She was right. Rafa and Ant went away and left y’all to that talk. Daveed was glued to his spot.

“OOooooh. Good Idea.” Craig was in. 

“Ok.I’m tired as fuck. I just wanna shower and sleep now. I’ll not need anything tonight.

Daveed couldn’t get the image of you in the shower and naked in bed out of his head now. He cleared his throat.

“I can give you something to wear shopping tomorrow, Lindy.”

His voice was soft.  You smiled at him and he was a goner.

“Man, you are like three times bigger than she is?”  Jasmine didn’t understand.

“Hold up. Are you willing to sacrifice, D?  Can we cut up one of your t-shirts and jeans?”

Daveed felt pain. The only t-shirts he had were Oaklandish.  

“Let’s compromise. You can cut my jeans all you want, but not the shirt.”

Craig smiled wide.  “Deal, if you throw in a belt.”

“Damn, Diggs…” was all that Jasmine said, smiling and shaking her head.

“Thank you Daveed. I appreciate it.” You were blown away.

Daveed played it off. “No problem…” And then he just turned around and walked out of your room.

“Girlllllllll!!!!”  Craig and Jasmine squealed at you and it took you a minute to get them out of your room.

You walked into the en suite bathroom and marveled at its beauty. It was large, with a huge tub and a walk in glass encased shower with an overhead waterfall  shower head. 

You turned on the shower to get it hot, stripped off your onesie and your underwear, wrapped yourself in a towel and went back into the bedroom.

You stopped short, because there was Daveed standing in your room, clothes in hand.

He had immediately gone to find his least favorite jeans and the Oakland shirt that would suit you the best.  He decided that you would look beautiful in blue.

You just in a towel was a sight to behold. He was sure that underneath that towel was paradise.

You stared at each other for a minute, Your eyes were glued to his.  

“Th-thank you again Daveed.”  He couldn’t discern if your hesitant, sexy voice was for him or from embarrassment.

“Sorry, I…. didn’t think you’d be… sorry.” He put his hands up and backed out of the room.

“Daveed.” You called, softly. “Stop.”

You approached him with a smile on your face. Daveed’s eyes were wide, not knowing what was going to happen.

“Thank you. I mean it.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering. Daveed closed his eyes and fought the urge to grab you and hold you close to him.

“You’re welcome.” His smile wrinkled his eyes as he smiled down at you. 

“Goodnight, Linden. Have sweet dreams for me.”

You just stared at him as he turned and left the room.

Daveed was just outside your door when he heard your reply.

“Yes, Sir.”

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[kitkatd7]

Broken Hearts and Whiskey

Summary: Bucky’s not the same anymore. He doesn’t spend time with you at all, or keep his promises. And your done with it.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, lots of angst, drinking, my grammar errors because I didn’t fully edit

Dialogue Prompt #19. “Please! You have to let me make this right.” 

Dialogue Prompt #7: "I can't keep being your second choice, not when you're my first." 

(Prompts will be in bold)

Word Count: 1,654

A/N: This is for @imma-new-soul‘s 550 Follower Writing Challenge and @buckys-other-punk 500 Writing Challenge!! I hope y’all like it! Sorry it’s pretty sad and the ending isn’t as good as it could be :( Also this was inspired by the songs ‘Die From a Broken Heart by Maddie & Tae and Different For Girls by Dierks Bentley' Also there are a few Criminal Minds references in here😂

Masterlinst of Masterlists || Marvel Masterist || Series Masterist || part 2 

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“See you later!” You call over your shoulder at Natasha and Wanda as you unlock the door to your apartment, coming home from a very successful shopping spree. Walking into your home you toe-off your shoes at the door, setting down your keys and purse. “Babe, I’m home!” You sing, excited to finally get some time with Bucky after him being gone on a mission for three weeks. “Babe?” You ask, walking into the kitchen, setting down your multiple shopping bags and taking in the empty space. Where the hell is he? After searching the bedroom, living room, even the bathroom and still coming up empty, you look to see if you missed any calls. Nope. He was supposed to be here you fume inwardly as you press the speed dial photo; both of you together at a carnival, you smiling brightly as he places a kiss on your cheek sweetly.

It goes straight to voicemail. 5 times. Now you're not even mad… just disappointed in him. He promised. On try number 6 you’re just done. “Hey, it’s me. Listen, so I don’t know where you are but- just don’t bother coming home tonight, okay? I had plans but- never mind, it doesn’t matter that much. I’ll see you later.”  Pressing the red button you throw your phone on the couch before changing into something more comfortable. It wouldn’t be so frustrating that he wasn’t here if it was a one time thing- But this is the fifth time he hasn’t come home to spend time with you after a mission.

Plopping on the couch, you press start on something mindless that you aren’t going to watch anyway before checking your phone for- well. really anything.

1 new message

Unlocking your phone quickly, you open it in high hopes, only to see Sam’s name appear and your face falls. 

Sam: Bucky said you tried to call. Is it important?

You: No… just we had plans.

You confide, knowing Sam will understand.

Sam: Oh shit. Okay, want me to tell him to come home?

You: No. It’s fine.

Sighing, you toss your phone on the other end of the couch, throwing your head back in newfound anger. Asshole. He saw your calls and didn’t even pick up the damn phone. After a year of dating, you at least deserved that. 

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“Hey this is y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now cuz I’m out livin’ my life! Leave it at the beep.” He hears your all too familiar voicemail through the speaker. He had helped you come up with it, you hadn’t known what to put on it. He kicks himself, knowing you weren’t actually out living your life, just dodging his calls. Not that he blamed you- He deserved it and he knew it. Calling again, he’s not surprised when he hears your voicemail again.

“Hey… Um, listen, I know I was supposed to be at your place after the mission… I just wanted to unwind with the guys and- Shit. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think you would mind that much, I’ll be over in a bit to make it up to you, okay?” He leaves the message and ends the call before starting his car and driving towards your apartment, guilt heavy in his stomach.

You listen to his voicemail over and over, a strange mix of rage and sorrow weighing on your heart.

Tears roll slowly down your cheeks silently as you lay curled up in a defensive ball on your bed, trying to block out the unmistakable sound of Bucky begging you to open the front door; “Babe, please open the door,” He says, fist resting gently against the frame. “I’m sorry- really, really sorry. Please let me in and we can talk about it,” He sighs, resting his head against the door in defeat. He could break the lock and go in. You both know that. But he wouldn’t do that to you- All that would do is make you fear him and that’s the last thing he wants. He slides his back down the wall til he’s sitting on the floor next to your door, his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair; Tears gathering in his lashes. He really messed up this time.

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The next day you drag yourself out of bed, trying to forget last night and all the tears you shed. After a shower and breakfast, you head out the door for a coffee run before work. You stop in your tracks when you see Bucky still sitting there, eyes red from lack of sleep and regret written all over his face. He jumps up when you walk out, keys in hand, the door closing behind you. “What are you doing here?” 

“I- I came to apologize,” he murmurs, looking in your eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you bite, moving to step around him but stopping when he steps to block your path.

“Bucky, I’m going to be late for work,” you say coldly, glaring at him. “Move out of the way.”

“Please doll, just let me expla-”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I understand perfectly, James.” You watch as he flinches a little at the use of his first name. You only use it when your really mad or really happy, and it isn’t the latter right now. “You were too busy with your beer buddies to come see your girlfriend after being gone for three weeks, but what’s new? It’s been like this for months. I guess it was naive of me to expect something else this time.” You shoulder past him as he stares at you; dumbfounded. Tears gather in your eyes as you make your way to your car in the rain. Your almost there when you feel a large hand on your arm and hear your name being whispered. You turn around and look up into his stormy eyes. You always loved his eyes- They’re always so bright and big and- Now is not the time to be thinking about his stupidly gorgeous eyes.

“Please! You have to let me make this right,” he whispers, tears forming in his eyes as well, mixing with the raindrops rolling down his face and dampening is hair. 

“Bucky…” You sigh, pulling your arm out of his grasp gently. “I don’t think you can fix this. I can't keep being your second choice, not when you're my first." You climb into your car as he stares at you as you pull out of the parking lot. He sinks to the ground on his knees, not caring that his clothes are practically soaked, or that someone might think he looks crazy. None of that matters- because your gone. His girl. Gone. He can’t breathe. The pressure weighs heavy in lungs as all the air is pushed from them and his heart shatters. It’s all he can do to draw a ragged breathe between sobs.

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You manage to hold yourself together until you pull into the starbucks parking lot. And then you totally loose it; Tears and mascara mix together and run down your cheeks as you sob into your steering wheel. It feels like your heart is being torn out of your chest. Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to you… and deep down you had feared something like this would happen, but you didn’t think it actually would. You loved him- And now he was gone. 

You trek into Walmart, heading straight for the junk food isle, not caring that you look like an absolute mess. Grabbing some much needed chocolate, chips, cookies and other coping foods, you check out, starting to cry again when the cashier gives you a pitiful look on your way out. 

Stumbling into your apartment, you throw your bags on the kitchen counter before grabbing your desired snacks and tossing them on your bed. You pull on sweatpants and one of Bucky’s hoodies, sending an ache of longing through your chest. Even changing clothes feels like more effort than you could possibly muster but you somehow manage before crawling into bed and turning on reruns of Friends before you start crying again. After 2 bags of chocolate, a bag of Doritos, a burger and french fries you grabbed on the way home, you still feel like absolute shit. Maybe this is just how it will be- Unable to get over him, unable to move on. Eventually you fall asleep from exhaustion, tear stains and left-over makeup on your face and Bucky’s pillow clutched against your chest. 

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Bucky ambles into the bar, sliding onto a stool with sullen eyes, ordering a shot of vodka before mumbling “Keep em coming.” 

Throwing his head back, he grimaces as the bitter liquid burns its way down his throat. He knows he can’t get drunk but he’s willing to try. Anything to stop feeling like this.

The old barkeep leans on the bar behind him, looking at Bucky with an evaluating stare. 

“What was her name?” He questions gently after a moment of silence.

“Wha- How did you know?” Bucky looks up in surprise and pain, his forearms resting on the bar, holding another shot.

“Son, you can’t hide the look of love gone wrong.”

Tossing back another, Bucky looks in the shot glass like it holds all the answers before whispering your name, his voice breaking. “Did you ever love someone?” He asks brokenly.

The older man chuckles lightly at this. “I did, still do.” He holds up his left hand as proof.  “Do you wanna know the secret to love?” He asks, stepping closer.

“Why not, it’s not like I could lose anything else,” Bucky says dryly, taking yet another shot.

“Sometimes love doesn’t last and you have to let it go… but sometimes you have to fight for it. And it’s up to you to decide which you’re gonna do. So which is it?”

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

"Won't it suck, Cas?" Dean declares, as Castiel enters their room with bags hoisted on both shoulders, and elbows the door shut behind him - because apparently when you're pretending to date in front of your parents, sometimes they turn out awesome enough for you to get to - or, Dean supposes he should say, have to share a room.

Cas puts the bags down, next to their bed.

"Won't it totally, and completely, and really suck if our cover blew?"

"Who suspects what?" Cas turns, with a frustrated frown. Which soon flips to a planning, expressionless face. "Because I've still got some of those baking-stories left. I believe I can swing them into a conversation." Cas folds his arms. "And you should come with me. You tell them great, because it's the one thing which isn't a lie."

That - isn't completely fair.

A lot of things, at least as far as Dean sees them, have not been lies.

Dean does make Cas coffee every morning, sometimes takes it to his bedroom too, and Cas does do most of the shopping for the flat - there's this inside joke Dean has going with Cas's brother Gabriel, that the employees at Walmart are terrified of Cas because he once threatened someone over pie, which he never forgets, and Dean always gets so soft over that story.

They do share clothes sometimes, even if it's just ratty t-shirts they'll never wear outside, and they do have movie nights every Thursday where Dean comes up with amazing films and Cas unpreventably falls asleep in the middle of them. And they did name all of Cas's bees one night, drunk and dreamy on the balcony.

Sure, they don't fall asleep in each other's arms later, or do the couple-y things they've had to edit into otherwise real stories, but Dean thinks he makes up for it by being in all kinds of love with Cas.

Not that Cas knows, of course.

"Well, I don't doubt that you've got enough adorability ammo." Dean returns, grinning. "We are pretty cute, to be fair. And, nope." He clarifies. "Nobody doubts that we're not dating yet."

When opportunity had presented itself a couple weeks ago, at the beginning of December, Dean had found in himself just enough courage to ask Cas if he'd be okay with being his fake-date for New Year's, since he was spending it with the Winchesters anyways - adding hurriedly, that if Cas felt weirdly about it at all, he could drop the idea right there, and he'd quietly just go off in search of someone else and not bring it up again.

Cas had blinked at him a few times before saying okay, and what a wonderful understatement that had been because by the time they had to leave for Kansas, Cas was more invested in the program than he'd ever been.

"Yet?" Cas recoils, eyebrows knitted together. "What are you implying, Dean?"

What had started off as a means to shirk off lectures from his family, was now being treated like a mission. But as of the moment, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed - Dean is happy. He's around the people he loves most, and well-fed on a heavy homemade lunch and two beers, and he's feeling light-hearted and brave.

"Tonight's fireworks night." Dean shrugs, trying to go for nonchalant and hoping he lands in non-shy, at the very least. "Out by the riverfront, sitting on blankets on the grass, and staring up at the night sky - the whole shebang."

"So?"

"People will probably expect us to kiss." Dean clears his throat, studying Cas's face for reactions. There's nothing for him there, but he doesn't stop staring. "And since we can't do that, we might -"

"I -" Cas interrupts, and maybe he's blushing a little. Jesus, Dean hopes he is. "I can."

Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Kiss, I mean."

And fuck that fucking fucker for not specifying that he can kiss Dean, because those words, strung together in a sentence and delivered in Cas's glorious fucking voice would've automatically sent Dean to paradise.

Dean's run out of things to say so he lets out a sound that's supposed to be the wordless equivalent of a 'huh'.

"I-if we had to." Cas adds, uncertainly. "Couldn't you?" He asks, and the ball is back in Dean's pitiable court.

"No, yeah." Dean supplies, and his voice cracks unhelpfully. He clears his throat and braves on to previously untraversed territory. "I could. Sure, I could."

That's one too many, and Dean wants to swallow his words back but Cas has already heard them, and there's a slow smile stretching slowly on his features.

"Then what's the problem?"

"It'd be obvious," Dean answers him, matter-of-factly. "Way too obvious that it's our first kiss. The, uh." He can't believe he's actually saying these words. "Being that close, basically. First times are bound to be weird - just the very newness of someone's lips on yours." He's goddamn rambling but he isn't going to be the first to acknowledge whose, either.

Cas's cheeks are sufficiently pink by now for Dean to feel a little bit triumphant. But then it's his turn. "You're not wrong." He begins, nodding seriously, in spite of his flustered voice. "It takes all couples a while to fall into rhythm. Sync up pace, get comfortable touching each other, and grow familiar with their partner's technique."

They're both just saying words now, and it doesn't really mean much - in fact, it's infinitesimal as compared to the lengths being exchanged by means of a long-held stare.

Questions are proposed within the silence, and permissions are granted in whispers.

"Not for nothing," Dean finally says out loud. "But maybe we should get the first time out of the way."

Cas steps closer, and there's a twinkle in his eye. "Maybe we should." Dean keeps on staring, his tongue shooting out to wet his lips. "Maybe, right away."

Dean stands up, breathing out traces of a 'yes' and Cas is right there. He's so close, and so gorgeous, and just that one inch shorter - so Dean can just lean in and Cas will probably go on his toes a little bit, and it'll be like they're meeting in the middle, and -

Dean's so lost thinking about it that he almost misses the first spark which goes through him like goddamn electricity in his veins, when Cas's hand cups his cheek, fingers splayed on his neck and thumb oh-so-close to his lips.

Dean can feel his breath hitch when Cas gently runs the pad of his thumb across the bottom lining of Dean's lower lip, and he doesn't have a single thought in his head except for Cas, Cas, Cas, as he reaches forward to grab the lapels of his coat and closes the gap.

He knows he's probably expected to ingest the intricacies of how the kiss feels - the details of Cas's taste and smell and touch; the curve of his lips, the stubble across his jaw, and his hand on Dean's face.

But far from mapping Cas's fucking technique - Dean can't even process when he's supposed to pull back. All he can do is stay, hands entangled in Cas's coat, and trapped between them, eyes closed but all other senses overly sensitive to everything Cas does.

It's not like he doesn't do his bit, but that's all instinct - his brain's signed out for the day, and this is just his nerves in command. It should be terrifying, feeling this lost - or more appropriately, afloat, in the middle of a kiss, but as their noses bump and lips collide, in slightly different angles each time they pull off to gasp for breath, it just feels right.

It feels real.

Their first kiss isn't just one kiss, Dean muses, as they separate finally but linger. It's an amalgamation of a thousand kisses, and a half a thousand breaths because Cas kept taking his away - and it's the way Cas's hand came to rest on Dean's arm, and Dean's fingers clutching a soft material which is more Cas than anything else he owns, and it's every little everything, and then some.

"Wow." Dean sighs, and he doesn't even regret sounding as overwhelmed as he does. "Cas, I - wow."

He's never been kissed like that.

Cas looks back at him a little starry-eyed, and proceeds to relax into a gummy smile instead of words - and it's happy, and lovely, and perfect.

"I might be wrong," He mutters, stepping ahead, and there's no space left, so Dean falls back to sit on the bed in surprise. "But second kisses can be pretty tricky too."

"Right." Dean scoots on backwards on the mattress, and Cas follows, climbing on the bed. "Right, yeah, with all the pressure from the first -"

"And the relatively newfound elements of intimacy -"

"And the -" Dean tries to add, but Cas is unbelievably kissable, just leaning over him, with his smile and his eyes and his hands, and Dean stops himself short. "We just really shouldn't risk it."

And that's all the preamble before he's pulled Cas over him, lips desperately seeking out all the right places to be, and their hands all over the place like they're trying to make up for years of tension in a single minute - but after a while, they're back to kissing slow and deep and warm, and he's wrapped his hands around Castiel's neck - and Castiel's fingers ghost over his spine every now and then, from where his hands rest on Dean's waist -

And it's everything Dean's ever wanted it to be.

[infinite-rabbits]

Emergency: Please help

So this happened yesterday. I made a few posts of it here and was messing around on tumblr to distract myself from all of the stress, but now the seriousness of the situation is really hitting us.

My roommate and I are both out of work due to Corvid-19. We’re not sure if we’re getting paid for our time away and there isn’t much communication from our jobs. Yesterday we got hit hard enough from someone who was gunning it out of a parking lot that they totaled the car. I know this doesn’t look like a lot of damage, but apparently the frame is completely messed up and the insurance company is going to take the car and possibly give us enough to replace it??

The worst part about this is that we had barely enough money to last over the next two months being out of work. We had rent covered, food, and bills once we pooled our money together.

But now we have to loose a huge chunk of that money because he has to pay the deductible on the insurance.

So I’m going to do what I really wished I would never have to do. I have to ask for your help. Please, if you can donate anything at all, doesn’t matter how big or little it is, you can send it to me through my Ko-Fi: HERE Or you can IM me and I can give you the address my paypal is linked to. If you can’t donate, please please please just reblog this. The more people see it, the better.

Thank you for any help you can give, little or small, it means the world to us.

Full Story of what happened under the cut:

So uh... we ran out of bread last night and we're close to being out of PB&J. This morning we decided to go out and get some more because, well, it's hard to get ahold of because everyone's panicking and it's one of the main things in our diet right now. The roomie and I headed for Walmart, and while we were on a 2-lane road in the left lane, some douchenozzle shoves his way through the heavy traffic out of a parking-lot and rams us on my side. We weren't even going that fast. We were actually coming up to a stop-light, so my roomie was slowing down. He hit us hard enough to make us spin-out and do a full 180degree turn. The back passenger door was absolutely wrecked and I was lucky he didn't hit MY door, but because he hit my side, I'm really starting to hurt now. The back driver wheel hit the median while we spun and it actually hit so hard that it knocked the wheel itself off of the rim and scraped the metal. Somehow we didn't hit another car and we wound up in the right-hand lane completely turned around and facing the wrong direction. I was SO pissed that I got out of the car and screamed at the guy. Both of us were shaking and I was choking because when he hit us, some white stuff flew  into the car and I breathed it in. Still kinda choking on it. (Found out later it was probably the stirofoam that was under his bumper.) I manage to kinda stop traffic enough for us to get the car out of the lane and into the parking lot beside us, after which we realized that we couldn't drive any further because of the wheel being messed up. He stayed in the median and called for someone while we called the cops and the insurance company. Then I noticed there was a damn kid in his car. She was like, 2-3 years old and didn't look like she'd been strapped in because she was just climbing from the back to the front seat to see what was going on. He sped through fucking traffic and t-boned us with a kid in the back seat. This whole time, he's over there refusing to come and talk to us until someone else shows up. Turns out, he needs a translator. That's fine. In our area we get a lot of tourists so I just assumed he wasn't from around here. I would have assumed his car was a rental if it hadn't been for the brand new paper license plate. They get their car into the parking lot too and his bumper is all but falling off. A lady shows up to take care of the kid, which seems fine. But then another guy shows up. Then another guy. And Grandma shows up too. For some reason the whole family shows up and are hanging around while we wait for the cop. Normally I wouldn't care, but being surrounded by this many people while I'm already anxious was a bit much for me and made me uncomfortable. I'd already called a friend and cried over the phone with her and being surrounded made me feel stressed. Finally the cop shows up, gets our stories and our information, then goes into his car for basically an hour to have to fill everything out and get it all in order. Luckily we just get given a sheet of paper with all of the information we need on it. Then he glances at them and says to us, "They're gonna be pissed." He wound up getting a ticket among who knows what else because of his reckless driving. The cop leaves and they're visibly angry. Then one of the guys who showed up approaches us. Something about him immediately rubbed me the wrong way, like I got a bad vibe from him. He asks us if we're alright, and I tell him no because our car's wrecked and I'm starting to hurt. Then he tries to get us to lie. Like the dude straight up look sat my roommate and says, "If they ask what happened, tell them--" I have NEVER cut someone off so fast before. I told him: " NO. If they ask, we are going to tell them EXACTLY what happened." And this douche has the NERVE to say: "Well next time you really shouldn't be going so fast. Then you can stop when something like this happens." Like, he's legit trying to turn this around to be my roomie's fault. Keep in mind: we were coming up to a stop light. We were actively slowing down. The speed limit in there is 45. My roomie couldn't have possibly been going more than 35 at the absolute most, and even that's pushing it. I just GLARE at this guy and say: "NO. Even the COP said WE HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY. HE hit US. You need to walk away." I'm... I'm tiny. I'm not even fully 5'6" and I'm sitting here in my stupid Jurassic Park tank top and hole-filled shorts just glaring daggers at this guy. Don't you dare come at me with your stupid scorpion gold chain necklace thinking you're all big and bad and thinking you're going to intimidate me when you're outright coming after my roommate. I'm a wuss when someone comes after ME and I'm by myself, but you put me in a room with people I care about and have someone go after them? All bets are off. Thankfully he just got pissed off and turned away. The whole family climbed into the back of their other van except for like two who went into the translator's car, and they all drove off. For like an hour. We were left sitting there trying to contact the insurance company again, making sure they got all of the files they needed, making sure they got their statements, and figuring out if it was getting towed tonight or not. Then the translator and one of the other guys show up and start messing with their van. First they back it up...and the bumper nearly completely falls off. Then they sit there for a few minutes and try to get it on. The guy driving it goes very slowly out of the parking lot, leaving his entire front in the right-hand lane for some reason while he's waiting to go and then finally does. The other guy on the other hand almost causes another accident. So he's behind a truck that's also waiting to turn out. When the truck goes to pull out, this dumbass SLAMS down on his gas, nearly rear-ends the truck, slams on his breaks, and then once the truck is out of the way, he zooms out of the parking lot without properly looking to make sure no one else is coming. I really don't understand it. But from the looks of things, they probably aren't going to be calling their own insurance company. The car wasn't even registered under the guy that rammed us. It was someone else's name of the same address. So he just wrecked someone else's newly bought car. All of it sucks, my roommate's car is totaled and we are gonna see if we're getting any money for it tomorrow, and I'm in pain so the insurance company is gonna have to send me a doctor over all of this. We're out $500 for the deductible and I'm.... honestly really frustrated. All of this because of Bread, Peanutbutter, and Jelly. Thankfully a friend of ours came to pick us up and also brought us those three things, but now the adrenaline is starting to wear off and I'm getting *really* tired. I'm going to get myself some coffee and try my best to focus on the one-shot I started before the crash just to keep myself awake for now. For the most part I was typing all of this here because it's a safe place to store the information in case I forget anything. But also I kinda wanted to let you guys know why I hadn't posted anything yet. I was saying I wanted to do one short-story a day and I fell behind yesterday because I was doing character-designs for one of the other stories. So I feel guilty falling behind today too. Even if I do have a good reason for it. Stay safe out there, everyone. It's getting really crazy.

[etraytin]

Quarantine, Day 129

July 18

I'm feeling extra tired tonight and I'm not sure why. Just kind of run down, I guess, or maybe feeling one of those bouts of ennui that sometimes sweep in when you've had too many of the same day in a row. Maybe it's because I started MPRE study today and it reminds me that I really need to get a job even though I have no idea what school is going to look like this year or even what searching for a job will be like or who is hiring. It's just easier not to think about that stuff whenever possible, but at some point I'm going to flop face-first into all of it and I'm going to have to deal. And that is a depressing thought.

Good news this evening on the kitten front; all four kittens were accounted for at feeding time tonight. At first it was only the same two tabbies as last night and I was worried, but then the third tabby and the tuxie joined in and they all ate like tiny starving wolves. Mama didn't show up at all, which was a little weird, but I guess I can try and trap her separately if I really have to. The kittens are much bolder and more foolish when she isn't around, so that would make them easier to get in the drop trap all at once. I've inched the food a little further away from the storm drain to get them used to coming out for it, but at the same time I don't want them coming out too far and attracting attention from people in the parking lot. That just makes things more complicated. Day after tomorrow is trap day! 

The kiddo played Minecraft most of the day, with mixed results. When he is having fun with Minecraft he has a lot of fun, but when it is bad, he is super-frustrated. Today he managed to both blow himself up with some misplaced TNT and bork his entire world by doing a command line to give himself 1000000 rockets instead of 100. Hopefully this sort of experience helps him learn to cope with frustration in productive ways, but right now it's just unpleasant for everyone. I was able to commiserate at least, having rage-quite Minecraft several times myself over various misfortunes. The thing about Minecraft, though, is that it is always there and you always go back to it eventually. 

Tomorrow is grocery day again, or rather, a few groceries and a lot of school supplies. Last year Walmart did not offer school supplies for grocery pickup, but this year they are, even the rollback stuff. Assuming it works and is not all just unavailable tomorrow, that will be very excellent! We still don't know what school is going to look like, but I figure I can safely assume that notebooks, pencils, glue sticks, etc will all still be required. And I simply cannot resist a good twenty-five cent notebook! I'm also getting all the snacks that will be required for our trip. The idea of going anywhere is kind of scary, especially on a trip that is very likely to require an overnight in a hotel room. It's funny because six months ago we spent ten days in a hotel room at Christmas with my folks and it was great because we had our own space to spread out, a pool and unlimited hot water. Now I don't want to even overnight in one. But sixteen hours really is a very long time to drive all in one day. 

I heard on my local community group that Virginia Beach's titular beachfront got shut down today because of too many people on the beach. I am at once rolling my eyes and grumbling that people are morons and admitting to myself that I understand the impulse. The guys have gone to the beach twice since we got back, though they have gone during less popular hours and to less popular beaches where there are not many people. Not everybody really has that option, and the beach in VA Beach is beautiful, especially when the weather is so hot and muggy. And most people did not have the chance that the kiddo and I did to decamp to a privately-owned island back in March to wait out the first days of the pandemic on a beautiful and practically empty beach (also empty because the ocean is _cold_ in March, but the beach is still fun!) Being safe without going crazy is a luxury that varies wildly with your financial and family situation. We personally do not have a lot but we still have the main breadwinner's job, one that can be done remotely. We also have families with greater resources than us who can backstop us and help out, as well as provide other places to go and still be relatively safe. 

It doesn't keep me from judging entirely when I see people doing objectively dumb things, but I'm trying to remember compassion and empathy as well. Back when I ran the soup kitchen, I would get incredibly frustrated by people who would intimate (rarely say aloud, because we were all pious churchgoing folk) that most people who needed our services were there because they made bad choices and if they would just do x, y and z, they could better themselves in no time. And of course maybe x, y and z would help, but how do you do any of those things when you don't have a home, or a healthy mind or body, or if you're so deep into an addiction you can't see a way out, or you have a criminal record that will keep you from ever being a real part of society again? You can't know what people are going through unless you're willing to sit down with them and hear them and actually try to understand. Sometimes all you can do is give them a hot meal and a smile and some human contact they don't have to sacrifice their dignity to get.

I don't know why the people go to the beach, or the bar, or the dine-in restaurant. I don't know if it's their only outing in months, or if they're at the end of their rope from staying indoors, or if they're just desperate for things to not feel so bad and scary all the time.  I suspect that many of them do it because they are willfully ignoring the risk, which is not great. I absolutely think they ought to be wearing masks because that is an easy way to help yourself and others. But the only person whose heart I really know is myself, so it behooves me not to pretend like I know why other people do things that seem foolish and risky. So I'm glad they closed the beach today, but I'm going to try and do better about judging the people who went there. 

In slightly related news, my sixteenth wedding anniversary is next week. I am feeling kind of bummed about the extremely limited date options available to us, but it'll be okay. Honestly, I suspect that if we gave the kiddo his own pizza and pop and unlimited screentime for the evening, he would happily babysit himself in his room and allow us a romantic living room date. But I think we may just have takeout for three and a raincheck for when things are not quite so strange.

[this-lioness]

Weekend Update, Admittedly a Bit Late

I am in a mood today, so forgive me for just brain dumping.  Hoping it will improve my outlook.

Well, we put off both sushi-making and counter-refinishing this weekend because Saturday was going to be (and was) so, so nice.  We did get sushi from Q-Mart, which satisifed me just fine.

We were on a hunt for dwarf cherry trees, but the overall pickings for fruit trees of any kind are pathetic right now. I suspect everyone is gussying up their back yards right now, hence the shortage.  Failing that, I’ve since ordered something called a “columnar apple tree”, which we should be able to grow in pots in the back.  We ordered one so far, and will get another -- of a slightly different variety -- once they’re back in stock, so they’ll be able to cross-pollinate.

Picked up some additional goodies for the garden, and filled up those five garden bags I got off Amazon.  Really liking those, I think next year I’ll get more of those instead of the buckets.

So right now we’re growing the following: Regular tomatoes (x2) Candyland tomatoes Red bell peppers (x2) Eggplant (x3) Zucchini Cucumber Pinto beans Corn Jalapenos Tobasco peppers Watermelon Acorn squash Onions (still not sure what kind, but I guess we’ll find out!) Parsley, Oregano, Basil and Catnip Sweet mint and chocolate mint Lavender Citronella Strawberries Plus the resident blackberries, raspberries and blueberries.

We still have the fig tree, and it still appears to be alive, but it’s in an extended dormancy.  It would be nice if it leafed out and sprang back, but we really don’t know what’s up with it.

The new garden bench arrived as well, so while Marc was assembling it I scrubbed the old one back to a nice bright white and we brought it over to my Mom’s, along with a big hanging flower basket for the front.  This weekend we’re going to go over and install some white lattice around the front porch, and I’m going to power-wash the siding. You can see a certain pride of home ownership in them now, which feels nice.  Jim wanted more flower baskets because a neighbor across the street had some out, and he needed to show them up.  Her veggies and herbs appear to be doing pretty well, too.

Their freezer came in yesterday!  We brought it over and got it all set up, so some time this week I’ll probably take my Mom to BJs to stock up on Stouffer’s meals, which she is already excited about.  She’s really keen to use it, which makes me happy.  She’s also going to go through all her Christmas ornaments and sort out a smaller quantity to keep so that we can sell the rest.  I actually plan on doing the same with ours tonight.  More room in the attic, less to fuss with at Christmas.

Jim is not walking very well, in part because he’s 86 and in part because he absolutely refuses to do any kind of exercises or physical therapy that would actually help him regain some mobility.  He’s finally conceded to a transport chair, so I spent quite a bit of time researching and pricing them.  They sell basic ones at Walmart for like $150, but he’s 6���2″ and with long legs, so most anything “regular” doesn’t fit him.  It also has to be collapsible and light enough for a 5′1″ woman (that’s me) to get it into and out of her trunk without too much hassle.

  I (think I) finally found one that will fit him comfortably, however, and now it’s on order.

With any luck he’ll like it more than he hates it, and we’ll be able to take him to the lake and for little outings.  At the worst he’ll despite it but he’ll suck it up for short trips to the doctor.

The greenhouse arrived today as well, and Marc has snuck off to start the assembly ahead of some expected wind and rain.  We’re also waiting on the delivery of a small fountain / water spout for the front pond, as the original is really at the end of its lifespan.

Oh, that’s the other thing!  While we were out looking for cherry trees we found a “bird feeding station” at one of the nurseries.  They’re normally between $400 - $500 online, but this one was just $220, and I talked them down to $200.

Basically it’s an iron arbor with some miscellaneous bits and pieces to hold bird feeders.  Instead we installed it in the back, straddling two of the blackberry beds, and are using it to hang any veggies that we don’t have room for on the ground (as well as the catnip, to keep it from getting loved to death.)

The berries are coming along nicely, in a bit of a bid for who wants to ripen first.  Marc helped me assemble some home-made bird scares out of CDs, tin-foil and laminated brightly-colored paper with drawn-on eyes.  I hope it works, although once things start ripening I may need to keep a closer eye on things.  I am highly suspicious of birds.

Just the same, I cleaned out two of our old feeders, bought two more, and we filled them and hung them out front for the birds to enjoy.  Maybe if we keep them fat on seed they won’t fuss around in the back (although I suspect Fidget has a lot to do with that as well.)

It’s been really nice to see the garden growing... little plants I had doubts about are getting tall and plucky.  They love to grow.  Sometimes we just like to walk around and check on everything, identifying the new bugs that are showing up to pollinate or just live in this tiny ecosystem we made.  My cityboy husband marvels on the regular how much he’s learned, and how much he loves the garden, its maintenance and care.

I have been having some... health frustrations for the past year and change.  They’re not serious, that I know of, but they have been greatly affecting my sense of self and well-being, and as time goes on and they don’t resolve it’s just getting more and more stressed out.  The only medical solution may be worse than the problem itself, so I’ve spent a lot of time today trying to get hold of a doctor or counselor or someone who can point me in the right direction, and won’t just keep giving the same trite advice without actually running tests on me. I almost bit the bullet and took the damn pill they were recommending, but upon calling the pharmacy discovered it’s almost $120 a month.  For something that 1) May not work and 2) May actually make me feel worse. Yay. 

So no.

I have a virtual visit with an endocrinologist on the 22nd, so we’ll see how that goes.  I’m tired of feeling like I’m living in someone else’s body, and that everyone’s response is basically to shrug and say, “Oh well, guess you should just suck it up forever.”

Today I made some banana applesauce muffins, and they were good.

Other than that, everything seems to be well.  Cats are fat and obnoxious and happy.  So are we, I suppose!

[hudson4him]

It feels like a blur.

Just last Thursday, 3/12/2020 everything changed as I knew it. It started with breakfast out with my mom but while I was at breakfast my Teaching Director at Community Bible Study where I serve as a Coordinator called and asked me to pray about us suspending future classes. Then my Walmart pick up order was canceled. By the end of the day all public schools were closing effective the end of the next day. The governor of Delaware (where we meet each Wednesday)recommended no group meetings of 100 people or more. On average our CBS class is 129 adults. That pretty much made the decision for our Servants Team to have to cancel future meetings.

The next morning I headed to pick up my daughter for Spring Break from University of MD College Park where her college decided to close until 4/10/2020. The problem was that she had just been accepted at the Army Research Lab for an internship beginning that day through August. She would now be 2.5 hours away once I took her home as mandated by the college. Thankfully, she found out that morning she would be doing all of her internship online. Praise the Lord. In addition, her part time employer, Regal Theaters would be giving her hours over her next few weeks at home...or so she thought. Everything really seemed to be falling into place despite the ever quickly changing events around us. We enjoyed our afternoon in Annapolis by eating out, grabbing coffee and enjoying the beautiful weather. We both prepared for working the following day. Me at Barnes & Noble, where I have worked part time since 2011 and her at Regal.

Saturday, 3/14/2020 was uneventful. My job was rather slow and definitely not many customers. In contrast, Taylor said they were slammed with movie goers. By the end of the evening I found out that Sight & Sound had canceled the performance of Esther that our Servants Team had purchased tickets for. Just another roadblock.

On Sunday we prepared to have a relaxing day at home. All church services were live streamed online and afterwards I headed out to pick up my previously canceled order from Walmart. A lot of my items they were out of which was no surprise. Thankfully I enjoy grocery shopping and I am really good about keeping us well stocked. When I pulled up the first thing I noticed was a lady standing by her car. When they brought her bag of items she began screaming at them because she had ordered items that they were out of. It was at that moment I realized I was going to be super kind to the employee no matter how long I had to wait. My associate, Dee was wonderful. I asked her how she was doing and she seemed more than willing to share her frustrations and feelings of exhaustion. I also found out that Walmart was suspending future pickups because of a lack of food and supplies. Just another sign of changing times. My other daughter was scheduled to go on vacation in Jamaica next week and called to tell me they finally decided to postpone going. Before the night was over there was talk of all of Maryland shutting down very soon.

Today 3/16/2020 my small group had purchased tickets to go see “ I Still Believe” at the movie theater for tonight. By noon this morning Governor Hogan had done just as we suspected, he closed all theaters, gyms, bars, and restaurants as of 5 pm. Restaurants will only be able to serve carryout, delivery or via drive through. So my daughter’s part time job ceased as of today. My employer reduced our hours of operation to 10-7 daily for now. I contacted my employer and let them know they could give my part time hours to someone who needed them financially. Then this afternoon, my husband’s employer, Comcast, informed him that he would be getting a 25% pay increase for the next two weeks because he is on the frontline. God is so good to us! I have never once had any concern over how this virus would effect us financially.

Our life has changed overnight. I’m not in fear because of my faith but I would be lying if I didn’t share that I am a bit anxious over how the next few months will play out. I am concerned for my mother who is in her 70’s and has Sjogren's disease and lives by herself. I am concerned for my daughter that is supposed to graduate from college in May. I’m concerned for my husband that has to be in close contact with the public. I’m concerned for my son-in-law that owns a restaurant.

I was reminded of a verse we just studied at CBS, Romans 12:2 “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. “

We that are Christians have an opportunity right now more than ever to shine our light. The world is watching us now more than ever to see how we react under this chaos and uncertainty. I have a bad habit of spending way too much time on social media. Right now that can be crippling with all of the negativity. I cannot conform to the world’s mindset. I need to set myself apart and remind myself of all of His promises. We will be okay. No matter what lies ahead....we win in the end! Amen!

[blueseasfanfics]

Halloween Treats

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 1526

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Hello everyone! I still count it as Halloween if I’m eating Halloween candy (that I bought. When it wasn’t 3 AM). Go to the end for an important announcement!

You like Halloween. Just not the parties that come with it. You weren't sure what always rubbed you the wrong way. You think its a mix between way too many people forced together, the ridiculous amounts of alcohol making everyone acting equally ridiculous, and the festive touch of being forced to wear a costume. Of course, Tony always had a huge Halloween party at the Tower every year, and all the Avengers were invited. More like forced to come, but invited nonetheless. As you got dressed, you tried to hype yourself up for this year's party. This year, the tower decided to dress up as each other, and everyone pulled a name out of the hat. You pulled out Loki, and you're really looking forward to his face when he sees you. Mainly because you made him look ridiculous. You had the flashiest gold heels on, that had straps that twisted all the way up to your mid-calf, and a short, green sequined dress that looked so over the top you might as well be floating above the Tower. The finishing touch was a pair of cardboard horns, spray painted gold. You had originally wanted to steal his real horns, but that would have just ruined the surprise, considering you were the only one that was stupid enough to even attempt it. No, you'll go ahead with the cardboard. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you even realize it all looks..good. You had meant for it to be a trashy version of Loki, but instead you somehow managed to find something you could even see him wearing. ... Ok, maybe not, but it's still a funny image. He could probably only wear this dress as a shirt anyway, so maybe stop imagining that for now. For now. Looking at the clock, you leave, meeting up with Natasha in the hallway. She must have gotten Clint, because she's in an all purple get-up, ridiculous sunglasses on, and what seems to be his actual bow in her hand. You weren't the only one wanting to steal from their partner, it seems. Looping your arm in hers, you both walk down to the main room, where the party has already started. Approaching the stairwell leading down into the pit of people, the din of their conversation and laughter wafting up the stairs, you take a deep breath. Quickly, both you and Natasha walk down the spiral stairs, trying your hardest not to stumble. As you get to the bottom, you look for people you recognize, and noticing how every single Avenger really took their costume seriously. Tony had gotten Bucky, and he wore a silver suit arm, gotten an old wig, and was dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, with Bucky having painted his arm (and pretty much the rest of his body) red. In the distance, you saw Thor with a curly red wig and leather gear, Clint with his already short hair dyed blonde and every piece of American flag clothing you can buy at Walmart on his body, and Steve with a long wig and what seems to be the front rooms red curtain pinned to his back. Then, that means, Loki is.. Whirling around to the corner, you see Loki, already looking at you with a bemused smile. His longer hair is pinned up in a bun, and he must have raided your drawer because you are 100% certain that he's wearing your sweater and blue sweatpants. That jerk, he's going to stretch out the fabric. He mouths from across the crowded floor, it full of tipsy people dancing and milling around, but you still feel like you can hear him as clear as day. "Come here." Smiling to yourself, you walk to him confidently, standing in front of him and looking him over. "I expect those back by tomorrow. Those are my comfy clothes." You remark, and he chuckles. "And I expect that dress myself. It just fits my personality so well." He reaches to the side when a waiter comes by with sparkling rosé on trays, and grabs two, offering you one. You accept, and sip it as he continues looking you over, rendering you as pink as your drink. "You like what you see?" You say after a minute and he shrugs. "Would it be a compliment or narcissism to tell you that you look beautiful tonight?" He drinks slowly, looking at you over the brim of his glass, as you choke slightly. "Well, I guess it would be a little bit of both. But a thank you either way." You say timidly, and he laughs a little again. You take a gamble and move next to him, leaning against the wall and staring out into the crowd. Currently, Thor is in a drinking contest, the slumped over losers of the two previous dares on a couch next to him. Cheers ensue as his third victim laughs and lays his head down on the table. "This is boring." Loki sighs, his fingers fiddling with his empty glass. "Oh? Is this party too tame for your Asgardian standards?" "Yes, actually. Asgardian parties are much more lively. Normally I would be engaged in a fight to the death with someone by now." "What?" "Nothing. You seem bored as well, or you wouldn't be talking to me." "Ah yes, because I spend most of my time with you on a regular basis because you're boring." You roll your eyes, but Loki only chuckles and grabs hold of your wrist in nimble fingers, pulling away from the wall and bringing you with him. "I like this song." He yells over his shoulder as he pulls you closer to the dance floor. "How much have you drank tonight? More than Thor?" You yell back incredulously, but he only pulls you into the middle of the dance floor and turns to you, taking your glass and his and throwing them into..nothing. It always entrances you when he uses his magic like that. He puts his hand on your waist, and pulls you closer until your against him, his mouth next to your ear. "Hey there." He murmurs, and you chuckle nervously. "Maybe you actually have drank more than Thor.." "The only intoxicating thing to me is you." You can only press your face into his throat, your ear on his shoulder, swaying to the music with him to one of the rarer slow songs on Tony's playlist. "Why do you say things like that?" You ask softly, and he sighs. "Because you refuse to notice subtle hints. Or big ones, apparently." "What do you mean by that?" "Mortal, how many people do you think are allowed in my bedroom? To touch my things? Hel, to even touch me?" "Well, I would think anyone you invited to your room which has to be-" "You. Only you. You are the one that has a permanent access to my being, and it frustrates me that you will not see it. Unless, of course, you do not wish for it then it's perfectly alright and-" "No. I want it." You blurt out. His hand around your waist clenches slightly, pulling you even closer to him, until the only way you can be any closer is by stepping on his toes. "I'm glad to hear that." He murmurs against your cheek, his lips seeming to burn a hole in your skin, and when the heat gets too unbearable, you move your lips to his. You seem to have taken him by surprise, since at first he doesn't make a motion, but a split second later he's taken your face in both hands and kissing you back hungrily. Both of you forget about the rest of the party around you, the music and voices melting into nothing as the only thing you can focus on is him and how his lips feel against yours. The only thing breaking you apart is Thor's loud cheer as he smashes down his mug, shattering it and sending glass everywhere. The screams that arise from this make you cover your ears, and Loki quickly wraps his frame around yours and after your next blink, you're both standing in the kitchen. "When my brother does that, it's usually time to leave." "It's not time to leave when the fighting to the death starts?" You laugh slightly, and he brushes it aside as he lifts your chin up and kisses you again, gently backing you against the counter. "Well, there are you two. And thank God, do you know how hard it was to rig a hat so you would pull each other? I have no idea how Voldemort did it." Tony has staggered up to the kitchen, rifling through the fridge. "You're not supposed to say his name." Loki growls, pulling away from you slightly and you gasp. "You finally read the books!" You say excitedly, and Tony rolls his eyes. "True love, isn't it? Was the counter when you two are done." His words fell on deaf ears, as both of you are in an heated conversation about Snape, interrupted with kisses whenever there was a pause.

Hey y'all. I'm back. With some good and bad news. Good news first: I am back, and I am writing! I will trying to get into my regular ways very soon, as I have finally finished moving in and getting my life set-up (no job yet, as I am still a couple months short away from being an adult), but writing this actually came very easily to me so I'm hoping I get better quality works and more, soon. Bad news: I may be done writing Loki. I have felt for a while now that I haven't been writing Loki, that I haven;t gotten his personality down correctly or his mannerisms, and I would like to work more with writing him and reading him more so I can truly put his being into words. Until then, I will be writing primarily Bucky, but I would love to know who you all would like to read! And again, don't worry, you'll be getting some Loki sometimes too, just not as my main focus. Anyway, that's all. Hello again y'all!

TAGLIST @fuckthatfeeling @drakesfiance @ihavenofilter @nalokoniloki

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you have a sweet tooth? I like to have muffins or these delicious mini funfetti bundt cakes I get from Walmart with my coffee. I do also like cupcakes and brownies. Are you argumentative? Sometimes, like for a bit and then I just shut down. Do you think dreams eventually come true? They can. Are you a giving person? I haven’t felt that way in awhile. I feel like I’ve been very selfish these past few years. :/ Do you go out of your way to get attention? No.

When you’re lacking self-confidence what do you do to bring confidence? Ha, I have no self-confidence. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as? I wouldn’t. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other? lol politics or sports. When your leg/foot falls asleep do you hit it on the ground like crazy? When that happens to my hand or arm I just shake it. How many languages can you say hello in? A few. Do you play farmville? Nope. Never got into it. I remember when it was a big thing and it was annoying because I would always get those game invites on Facebook from various people. Have you ever had a restraining order against someone or had one against u? No. Do you swear like a sailor? Nope. Do you like to drink pickle juice? No. Would you ride a bike blindfolded? Nooo. Do you laugh when other people hurt themselves? No. I never found that kind of stuff funny. Do you know the entire spongebob theme song? Yeah. How much did you weigh when you were born? I’m not sure. What was the best thing you ever bought at a yard/garage sale? I don’t go to garage sales. Do you ever get the urge to pinch a little kids chubby cheeks? :P I’ve done that. What would you do with a 3rd hand? Uhhh. I don’t know. When you flip a coin, do you usually call heads or tails? I feel like I usually say heads. What if you found the most amazing guy but he’s still living with his mom? So? I still live at home with my parents, so I really can’t judge. Does it flatter you when guys open doors for you? I think it’s nice. What would you do if someone left a newborn baby at your door step? Oh wow. I’d get my mom or someone to help bring the baby in and make sure they were okay and get them checked out. Then we’d have to figure out what steps to take in terms of where the the baby would go. Do you wear your heart on your sleeve? I kinda do. Is anything worth having, worth fighting for? I think so. Do you have the type of hair that constantly breaks ponytails? No? Have you ever poured your heart out to someone? Yes. How often do you lose your cool? I do get irritated, frustrated, and moody a lot, which makes me snippy and short with others. What gives you energy? Nothing? Are there any movies that you know every line to? A lot of the lines. Do you believe in happily ever afters? I believe in that after my time on this earth. What gives you the chills? Apart from the obvious, I’d say ASMR videos or something creepy. There’s good and bad chills. Are you good with directions? Nooo. I’m actually the worst. Would you help a stranger find their way if they were lost? I would be of no help. Do you multitask while talking on the phone? Sometimes. I’m rarely on the phone; though, and if I am it’s for a short time. Has someone ever dedicated a song/poem to you? No. Have you ever killed a bug then felt bad for it? No. Have you ever bit the inside of your cheek? Ugh, many times. It’s the worst. Do you panic easily? Yes. What do you think makes a kiss perfect? Just when it’s with that special person.

[thelastspeecher]

Not too good at suggestions, but how about for the werepire au we take a look at Stan and Angie getting along when they first met, and maybe them confessing to each other that they aren't human?

Day 01   Day 02   Day 03   Day 04   Day 05   Day 06   Day 07   Day 08Day 09   Day 10   Day 11   Day 12   Day 13   Day 14   Day 15   Day 16Day 17   Day 18   Day 19   Day 20   Day 21   Day 22   Day 23   Day 24Day 25   Day 26   Day 27   Day 28   Day 29   Day 30

You want it, you got it.  Enjoy some Stan and Angie initial interactions.

Word count: 1352

              Stan tossed the clothes he’dstolen from Walmart at Angie.

              “Here,” he grunted.

              “Thank you,” Angie said quietly.  Stan looked over at her.  When he’d woken up this afternoon, only tosee that the wolf he’d found last night had turned into a nude woman, he’d beenfrustrated beyond belief.  It didn’t helpthat she only remembered her first name. He’d hoped that she was a vampire like him.  Maybe someone that he could commiserate with.  But she wasn’t.  

              Angie, wrapped up in a blanket,looked through the clothes, her cheeks flushed a slight pink.  A few strands of caramel-colored hair dangledin front of her face.  She tucked thehair behind her ear.  Stan looked away,suddenly realizing he was staring.

              “So,” Stan said.  He cleared his throat.  “Did, uh, did you remember where you’re from?”

              “No.”  Stan could practically feel the anxietycoming off Angie in waves.  “I don’tremember a thing.”

              “That sucks.”

              “Yeah.”  Angie sighed heavily.  “I’m- I’m not sure what to do now.”  Stan clenched his hands into fists.

              Don’t do it, Stan.  Don’t.  She’s a grown woman.  She can take care of herself.  She doesn’t need help from a homeless vampire.

              “I guess I’ll- uh, maybe I’ll tryto take a bus somewhere,” Angie continued. “Not- not sure where. Arkansas?  California?”

              “One of those is a good option,the other one isn’t,” Stan said.  “Why thehell would anyone wanna go to Arkansas?”

              “…I don’t know,” Angie whispered.  She sniffed loudly.  “Than- thank you fer- fer yer help.  I ‘ppreciate it.”  Her voice was choked up.  She was clearly struggling to hold backtears.  Stan sighed.

              Fuckit.

              “Look.”  Stan took a seat on the grimy motel bed.  Angie looked at him, a few stray tearsshining on her cheeks.  “If- if you wannago going, try to figure stuff out, you can. But…”  Stan grimaced.  “You can come with me, if you want.”

              “I’d- I’d hate to impose,” Angiesaid quietly.  She twisted the blanket inher hands.

              “I’m not gonna try to convinceyou that it’s fine,” Stan said.  “Ialready told you.”  After a moment, Angienodded.

              “If- if yer fine with that, I’ll-I’d like to- to come with ya.”

              “Okay.”  Stan got up. “Get dressed, then.  We’ve gottabounce tonight.”

              “Isn’t checkout usually in themornin’?” Angie asked, confused.

              “Yeah.  We’re leaving before checkout.”

              “Why?”

              “One word, toots,” Stan said.  “Money.” Angie frowned.  “If you’re notcomfortable with stealing things or breaking the law, you’re not gonna enjoycoming with me.  I’m pretty much alwaysrunning from cops.”  Angie chewed her lip.

              “Beats wanderin’ ‘round thecountryside without any protection,” she said finally.  “And on the bright side, if I get hauled infer bein’ an accomplice, the police might be able to figure out who I am.”  Stan raised an eyebrow.

              “Yeah.  But they’re never gonna catch us.  I’m pretty damn good.”

              “Guess I’ll have to find out whoI am some other way, then,” Angie said with a shrug.  A slow smile began to spread across Stan’sface.

              “You’re a tough one, huh.”

              “Tough as nails and twice assharp,” Angie said.  She winked.  Stan’s grin broadened.

              “Yeah?  Maybe you can prove it when we’re on theroad.”  He nodded at the clothes she wasstill holding.  “Get dressed.  We can grab somethin’ to eat on our way outtatown.”

—– 

A month later

              “So that’s why when I met you,you were a giant wolf,” Stan said.  Hehanded Angie a protein bar.  Sitting onthe hood of the car, wrapped in the blanket Stan had stolen from the motel they’dstayed in a few weeks ago, Angie frowned.

              “Yer tryin’ to tell me I’m…awerewolf?  I don’t remember much ‘boutmyself, Stan, but I think I’d know if I was a werewolf.”

              “Look, I saw it, okay?  We were outside, I was taking a smoke break,you were trying to find constellations or whatever-”

              “I remember that part,” Angiesaid, nodding.  “You made fun of me, butthen I found Gemini and you got all sad.”

              “I wasn’t sad,” Stan scoffed.

              “Uh, yeah, ya were,” Angieretorted.  Stan glared at her.

              “Sometimes I wonder why I let youstick around with me.”

              “I’m amazing at standin’ guardwhile ya break the law,” Angie said.

              “Yeah, yeah.  Whatever.” Stan leaned against the car, next to Angie.  “Like I was saying, you were talking aboutstars.  And then you stoppedmid-sentence.  I looked at you, and youstarted growing fur all over.  Next thingI knew, you were a huge-ass wolf.”

              “But…werewolves aren’t real,”Angie said slowly.  Stan rolled his eyes.

              “That’s what people say aboutvampires.  And you know I’m one of those.”  Stan grinned at her, showing off his largefangs.

              “That’s true.”  Angie pulled the blanket closer.  “I- I s’ppose it’d make sense, since I’ve gota scar that looks like a dog bit me.  Butwhy can’t I remember a time before bein’ a werewolf?”

              “Maybe it short-circuited yourbrain or something,” Stan suggested.  He shrugged.  “When I got turned, it fucked me over.  I was delirious for three days straight.”

              “Great,” Angie muttered.  She rubbed her face.  “I wonder if- if I even told my fam’ly that Igot bitten by a wolf or dog or whatever I thought it was.  Y’know, before I disappeared.”

              “Dunno.”

              “My fam’ly…” Angie saidquietly.  Stan eyed her.  The first few days on the road, Angie hadbeen crying near constantly, to the point that Stan seriously considered leavingher at a gas station.  The number one reasonfor her tears: the fact that she couldn’t remember her family, but also couldn’tshake the feeling that they were important to her.

              Can’t really relate to that.  Notanymore.  Stan took a breath.  No, Stan.  Stop being a dick.  Angie’s been great, especially for a homelessamnesiac werewolf.  Try to comfort her.  She’s dealing with a lot.

              “I…I get it,” Stan managed.  Angie looked at him.  “I, um, I have a twin brother.  His name’s Stanford.”

              “…Stanley and Stanford?”

              “Yeah.  Pops wasn’t a very imaginative guy.”  Stan shoved his hands in his pockets.  “Ford and I had a falling out a while back,when we were still in high school.  Thingswent south fast, I got kicked outta the house, spiraled, got turned into avampire, and then found you in the woods. I don’t- I don’t really think about my family being worried about me thatmuch anymore.  But if I was still onspeaking terms with Ford…”  Stansighed.  “I’d be upset, knowing that hehad no clue where I was.”

              “Why did ya have a fallin’ out?”Angie asked quietly.

              “I’m not gonna get into it rightnow.  It’s a long story.  And we barely know each other.”

              “I don’t know if I’d say that.  We’ve been livin’ together fer a month.”

              “Still.”

              “Hmm.”  Angie looked down at the unopened protein barstill in her hands.  “This is my fav’riteflavor.”

              “Yeah.  I remembered from last time,” Stan said.  Angie grinned.  “It’s not like I- I went outta my way to getyou the flavor you like or whatever.  Thatone was on sale.”  Angie let out a barkof laughter.  Stan stared at her.

              I think that’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh.  A smile forced its way onto his face.  I kindalike it.  It’s weird, like she is.

              “Yer quite the character, Stan,”Angie said.  “Never thought I’d meet avampire who cared so much about people, but felt like he had to hide it all thetime.”  She paused.  “Never thought I’d meet a vampire, period.”

              “Yeah, well.”  Stan shrugged.  “I aim to impress.”  Angie leaned over.  She planted a small kiss on his cheek.

              “You succeed.”  She slid off the hood of the car, leaving theblanket and protein bar behind.  “I’mgoin’ to use the bathroom real quick ‘fore we head out.”  Angie strolled into the gas station, humming.  Stan watched her leave.  The heat from the kiss spread throughout hisface.

              It was the warmest he’d felt inyears.

[kiwi-cake]

Calum puts Y/N in handcuffs but loses the key... featuring Walmart at 1am

Warnings: smut, language Requests are open, let us know what kind of content you want to see! Masterlist

“Oh fuck.” Y/N cried out leaning forward, burying her face into the sheets as he gave her another rough thrust. He had he bent over the bed pounding into her.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you, love,” he said, gripping onto her cuffed wrists tighter. She moaned in response, feeling herself approaching her high.

“You’ve been bad tonight, yeah? Teasing me in front of my mates like that.” He mumbled into her hair.

“M’close.” she panted pulling her face off the duvet.

“Hold on. Bad girls don’t cum until I say so,” He growled, tightening his grip painfully.

“Can’t…please Cal.” she begged.

“Shut up,” he reached around her front to rub her clit.

“Calum!” She screeched. She felt a wave of heat course through her, and at that point, it was out of her control. He felt her clench around him.

“You’ll be sorry if you do that, sweetheart,”

“SHIT.” she screamed letting go. He gave a harsh slap to her ass, grunting as her tightening heat brought him over the edge, “fuck baby.”

When he finished riding out his high, he pulled out as Y/N tried to catch her breath. She looked up at him with wide eyes, knowing what was next.

“Hold onto the headboard baby, don’t want you moving around too much” he ordered with a stern voice, bringing his hand down to grip her ass making her jump, but she simply held her cuffed hands up to him. She wanted to do as he said, but she couldn’t reach in her current position.

“Oh shit right, I’ll get the key, love,” he said dropping the serious tone for a moment, to scramble around in the side drawer. She sighed and waited for him to come back, apprehensive for her punishment.

“Any day now…” She was losing her patience fast.

“Don’t push it, sweetheart” he replied moving to the other drawer. Y/N let out another loud sigh causing him to give her a pointed look.  He shuffled through the drawer starting to get a little frustrated after not finding it after a few minutes. Y/N continued waiting silently until he mumbled something quickly to her.

“What was that?” “I, um, lost the key.” he said a little louder, moving around the room scouring the ground.

“Look if this is some kind of new punishment... I’m not a fan.” she huffed.

“I’m completely serious, I don’t know where it is,” he said, pulling on some shorts, “I’m going to look in the car.”

“Do I just sit here?”

“I don’t think you’ve got much of a choice there love,” He winked before jogging down the stairs.

“CALUM” she waited about ten minutes, hearing him practically tearing apart the house downstairs looking for that damn key. Finally he entered the room, scratching the back of his head.

“So… here’s plan B”

Which is what brought them to walmart at 1am, Y/N wearing one of his oversized hoodies trying to hide her hands cuffed behind her back, and in a very bad mood.  

“Do you think they have a handcuff aisle?”

“No they don’t have a god damn handcuff aisle, this is walmart, not sex-r-us” she snapped.

“This doesn’t even match my pants.” She grumbled, avoiding stranger’s gaze as they turned down another aisle.

“Well when you can dress yourself again, you can match things however you please.” He said searching the shelves.

“Well who’s fault is that?” She snipped turning to see that he was no longer next to her and had ran up to a wandering walmart employee.

“Hey um do you guys have handcuffs? They’re for um, my mate’s birthday party, there’s a uh cop theme,” Calum quickly fabricated, his face flushed pink.

“Uhhh.” the employee’s eyes moved to Y/N’s armless sleeves as she stood behind him, trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah, follow me?” the employee turned, vowing never to work another graveyard shift again.

He brought them down a few aisles until they came upon a shelf they would have never expected to find in a walmart.

“We have regular and the fuzzy kind,” he said, pointing to a fluffy pink covered pair. All of them were obviously meant for sex.

“Cheers mate,”he said, then they both waited for him to turn the corner. Once they were alone he quickly turned to her. “I need to see the ones we have.”

“Are you crazy?” she yell-whispered.

“They all look the same!” he defended. “No one’s around it’ll take two seconds.”

“I have a solid record for not being kicked out of public places for nudity and it’s a streak I’d like to keep Calum.” Y/N insisted.

“Well what else do you suggest?” he asked raising his brows. She sighed glancing around before turning her back to him, leaning forward slightly.

“Go quickly please.” she huffed looking around. Calum quickly tugged the hoodie up to the middle of her back, picked up her locked wrists, his eyes searching back and forth between the cuffs on the wall and the cuffs on his girlfriend. Suddenly, much to Y/N’s horror, an older woman turned the corner. The women’s eyes met Y/N’s, both filled with horror.

Finally Y/N and Calum were back at home with a package resembling the pair she wore almost exactly. Calum held the small key in his large hand, Y/N sighed ready to be free, as the keys jingled around behind her.

“Fuck.”