#i love walmart only for this brief moment

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I was blessed the other day. I was at Walmart shopping for a chair, and I came across the kid bedroom plushies to witness the most beautifully posed spiderman plushie.

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

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//General Warnings: 18+ Fic (MINORS dni!), Reader implied to be afab! and under 5'5, she/they pronouns generally used.

//Chapter Warnings: Angst by the end. You've been warned ..

//Word Count: 5.4k

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Chapter 19: Open and Honest.

"....Wha-Wh--" I'm not even sure if I heard him correctly. Ted completely sits up off of me to pull his boxer briefs and shorts back so I can properly sit up as well, blushing faintly at the familiar warmth in my belly. "What do you mean you think it's a hickey?"

"I...I was..." Ted's nervousness from before seemed to have completely disappeared, as if it was never there. Now, he's smiling, holding his fist in front of his lips to try and hide it. "I was-I was trying to be optimistic. That's definitely a fuckin' hickey.."

After I collect my pants, ONLY my pants because Ted ripped my FUCKING panties off, I carefully shove passed Ted as he begins to cackle to himself, getting a good look at my neck in the rear view mirror before I return to the passenger seat. Sure enough. That's a big fuckin' hickey, and it sounds like Ted thinks that's absolutely hilarious.

Ted crawls out from the backseat to move back in the driver's seat, cackling proudly to himself as he grabs his glasses before sitting down. Cocky little prick. He sounds like a rebellious teenager that just succeeded in getting their teacher to ask 'What is updog'.

"Oh you sound reeeeal pleased with yourself over there.." I slowly shake my head at Ted, giving him an unimpressed but amused little smile. "You absolute fucker."

"Oh come on! That's funny! This is funny!" Ted holds his hands out defensively as he laughs, his eyes squinting from how big and proud his smile was.

"How is this funny?!" I furrow my brows at Ted, shrugging my shoulders out at him.

"Because--Be-Because--" Ted keeps cutting himself off with his own laughter, his face going red from just how funny he found this situation. Y'know, the situation that I'M exclusively in? Because of HIM? "Because not only--not only are you now out a whole-ass pair of underwear, you've got that big fuckin' thing! So you've got, like--HA--you've got two different problems in two entirely different areas!" Ted's sentence melts out into an airy cackle as he absolutely loses it. He smacks his hands down in his lap and leans forward against his steering wheel, shaking his head.

"Of course it's fuckin' funny to you, Ted!" I raise my voice at him with a nervous laugh, shaking my head at his hysteria. "You're not the one with the fuckin' palm sized hickey!"

"Oh come on!" Ted leans away from his steering wheel with a chuckle, wiping under his teary eyes. "It's not palm sized!"

"Look at it! That's huge!"

"It's like--It--ooh....ok It-It looks fine! It's fine!"

"Are you fuckin' seeing this??"

"I'm seein' it!"

"You expect me to head back with you like this?"

"They've seen you with a hickey before!"

"Ted."

"What?"

"We went to the Rainforest Café with them earlier."

"Yeah. What's that got to do with--"

"Did I have this fucking hickey when we left?"

I can see the gears turning in Ted's head in real time, his hazel eyes staring back at me as he connects the dots. I see the exact moment he gets it, his eyes beginning to sparkle with a nervous but amused little chuckle, turning back to his wheel again.

"Alright..." Ted let's out a long sigh. "We'll make a stop at Walmart on the way back. We'll get you some makeup to cover it.."

"I'm not going inside.." I scoff with a smirk.

"...I will get you some makeup to cover it."

As Ted insists that he'll be the one to get the makeup, he starts his truck back up again and pulls out of the clearing by the house we had parked by, finally getting back on the road. As we pull further away from the dead end, another truck passes us. Curious, I turn my body around to watch the truck go down the road, and sure enough, I see it slow down and turn into the driveway just before we get too far to focus on it. Oh, and there's a--there's a little stain on the backseat, where I was laying. Little white stain. Wonderful. Nice fuckin' job, Ted.

"...Pretty sure that truck was the person that lives there.." I mention, turning back to sit in my seat properly with a quiet hiss. Ooh, it does not feel good to have nothing on underneath these pants.

"Oh. Shit." Ted glances at his rearview mirror, still housing that proud smile along his blush-toned lips. "They'll probably just think we used their driveway to turn around.." We eventually get out of the suburb, one that will always been in the back of my mind from now on, and end up downtown once more. He drives us more towards the direction of the airbnb we've been staying at, but he pulls into the nearby Walmart just by our street, parking in the parking lot.

"Alright, I know I said you'd go without, but...I feel bad.." Ted speaks up as he turns his truck off again, leaning back against his seat as he smirks at me. "Do you want me to get you some underwear? Comfortable ones?"

"I mean...It's kinda funny.." I return the little smirk at Ted, but shift a bit against your seat. "But...these pants are really uncomfortable without underwear, I'll admit."

"Alright. Cool. No problem." Ted gives me a little nod before removing his seatbelt, moving to open his door to step out. Where is he going? I haven't told him what I need to cover up the hickey yet.

"Wait, do you--Ted?" I call out to him, leaning forward against the center console.

"Yeah?" He stops, keeping his hand on his own door.

"I haven't told you what to get."

"I know."

"...Do you know what to get?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"You need full coverage concealer and something to apply it in, right? Like a makeup sponge?"

I'm...honestly impressed. "...Alright. Yeah, g-go ahead. Text me if you need any other info.."

"Absolutely. Be back, babe."

Ted closes the driver door and walks off to head to the store for me. I get the pleasure of watching him walk away, just observing how he is naturally. I can't help but let out an infatuated sigh, sitting back against my seat. He's been calling me 'babe' a lot more now, I've noticed. I'm still 'princess', but I'm also babe. I don't know why I have this innate desire to see little things like that as a sign, but...that's gotta mean we're becoming more, right? That this really will continue after the project is over. That'd be nice. I'm...not thinking rationally about this man, like at all, and it's all his fault. He's got me thinking about moving to L.A. just to be closer to him. What the fuck.

I go on my phone while I wait for Ted to get back. To my surprise, I see him come back not even 10 minutes later. He has quite the bag in his hand despite not sending me a single text. What did he get?

Ted comes over to open his door, handing me the plastic bag as he stepped up to sit in the drivers seat. "Sorry if I took a while.." Ted clears his throat as he closes the driver door. "I got a bit more than just concealer.."

"Why?.." I raise a curious brow at Ted before looking down, opening the bag to look inside of it. He had...gotten quite a bit. There's way more in here than concealer and a blending sponge. He had bought 3 different shades of concealer, makeup brushes, different blending sponges, a large eyeshadow pallet, and a set of bikini bottom underwear. Comfortable. "Yeah, that's a lot more than concealer." I nod with a chuckle, taking out all of the makeup to set it aside on the center console. "What's it all for?"

"Okay, so, I had an idea of what your shade was but I wasn't sure if lighter or darker foundation worked better for covering hickeys, so I got all three.." Ted began to explain, placing his hands on top of the small bottles of concealer. "I wasn't sure what sponge you prefer using so I got a bunch of different kinds, you don't need water with them, and the eyeshadow is so you can cover the blemish before you apply the foundation. It'll cover it all better.."

...How the hell--

"What the fuck?.." I narrow my eyes at Ted as I let out a surprised laugh.

"What? What?" Ted smiles back at me, but sounds concerned. "What did I do? I didn't spend that much.."

"No, I'm not--how the fuck do you know all of this?"

"College." Ted answers in a slightly higher tone, fixing his tall hair out of his eyes. "And I have a lot of girl friends. I've heard some wild stories. Why?"

"They taught you all of that?"

"Yeah! Are you--"

"Really?"

"Are you one of those partners that get jealous if your boyfriend has girls that are just friends?"

"No! I'm just--I'm just surprised! Not even I knew to get all that!"

"Well, you're welcome princess, for bein' such a reliable man.."

"You--"

"For bein' your little Prince Charmin' over here."

"...That's crazy..."

"What's crazy is I haven't gotten a 'Thank you'."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--Thank you.."

"You're welcome, now get to coverin'. Tanner texted me while I was in there askin' about where we were. The powers back on."

"Oh shit! Ok."

Well at least there's that to look forward to. As Ted starts the truck back up, I lower the baby car mirror in front of me so I can use it to cover up my large hickey, using contrasting colors to sort of paint over the bruise, letting it set for a moment before using the different shades of concealer to completely cover it. He got some pretty good stuff, from Walmart of all places. I was able to conceal the hickey fairly well, enough to be certain that no one would be able to spot it unless they stared at that spot for too long, as if they'd be looking for it. Someone will have to roll a nat 20 on their perception for this shit. Good.

Just as I finished fanning that side of my neck to help dry the concealer, we finally pull into the driveway of the airbnb, seeing that the lights were indeed on. I use this opportunity to change into one of the bikini bottoms as Ted turns the truck off, relieved as I pull my pants back up. Much better.

"Oh! I got you one more thing, just in case.." Ted slips his keys into his pockets, then pulls out a little fabric bag, like one you'd find...jewelry in. I watch him carefully pry it open and pull out a beautiful necklace with a delicately crafted moonstone in the middle. It's...so pretty. Even if you weren't the jewelery type, you could appreciate the subtly of the necklace he had picked out. Maybe he didn't spend a lot on the makeup, but I can tell he didn't cheapen out on this chain.

"Ted...I..." A bashful smile spreads along my lips, bringing a hand up to press it against my cheek, feeling a blush spread across my face. "That's...really fuckin' pretty. Jesus.."

"Turn around. Lemme put it on you.." Ted gives me a warm smile, twirling a finger around in a circle to gesture me to turn. I face away from him, moving any hair up that might be in the way so he can put the gentle necklace around my neck. Once he's got it hooked behind me, I feel him pull away. I turn back to look at him with an excited little smile, seeing nothing but infatuation in those big eyes of his. I look at myself through the baby mirror above me, seeing the chain around my neck, the gem resting nicely just above my chest. This is...really sweet.

"What did you mean by 'just in case?.." I can't help but ask, turning to look at Ted again with a curious smile.

"Well...I figured we kinda needed an alibi, so I wanted to grab you something.." Ted admits with a relaxed shrug, his soft tone of voice dripping with affection. "And I was just gonna grab somethin' basic, right? Like I wasn't really thinkin' about it, I was gonna get some stuffed sheep or some shit, I don't know...but then I started thinkin' about you, wandered around a bit...found myself in the jewelry aisle, saw that, bought that.."

Ted continues to amaze me with how open and honest he's been about his thoughts and feelings, especially as we've spent more and more time together. I'm glad that we can still be snarky and sarcastic with each other, like how it was in the beginning, but this new layer of vulnerability between us is just so damn nice. The fact that he was just walking through a fuckin' Walmart and he randomly thought of me makes me so happy. It makes my heart warm, he makes my heart warm. I don't care if I have to drive down to California every single god damn weekend, I'm keeping this man. I'm going to see him as much as I can once this project is over.

"...You also called yourself my boyfriend earlier.." I comment after a small bit of silence, giving him a knowing smile. "In the parking lot."

"I know." Ted gives me a little nod, his sparkling eyes briefly glancing down at the necklace. "I am."

"I think that's the first time you've used that label."

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I am. Gotta start trainin' you to call me that.."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Everyone's gonna know by next month, so..."

"Everyone already knows."

"No, not everyone in there. Everyone out there. Before the premiere." As Ted speaks, he points to the airbnb and then gestures out in the general air. That's when he wants to reveal us? Next month? I'm perfectly okay with that. I give Ted an infatuated smile, shifting a bit in my seat so I could place one of my hands along his cheek, pulling him into a gentle kiss. I feel him let out a pleased hum against my lips and exhale a little chuckle out his nose, carefully cupping my face in his warm hands. Christ, if he's going to be this sweet and soft throughout the relationship, I'll be falling in love way faster than I should.

I pull back after a moment, letting our foreheads connect. I let out a sigh of relief, lowering my hand from his face to rest it atop one of his hands. "Thank you, Theo.." I whisper softly to him, admiring his taken expression.

"Always, (Y/N). You know that.." Ted whispers back, moving his hand to intertwine our fingers. He gives my knuckle another gentle little kiss before giving out his own content sigh. "You better know that.."

"There's a small stain on the backseat of your beloved Toyota Tacoma, Teddy. Of course I know.." I reply with a soft little cackle, my laughter only growing at how surprised Ted seems by that observation. Both of his eyebrows rise up and he glances back at the backseat, a scoff of realization leaving him when he sees it.

"Ha! Wow. Yeah, that's--aah.." Ted lets out a nervous, almost embarrassed laugh, shaking his head a little. "That-That's a cum stain. That's your cum stain. That's fine. I'll clean it. I'll clean it later. Sometime. Maybe. Let's go inside now."

"Do you even know how to clean that?" I ask with a curious smile, removing my seatbelt.

"No." Ted openly admits with another cackle, opening his door to step out of the truck. With a surprised laugh of my own, I grab the bag with everything inside it and exit his truck, catching up to Ted after closing his door.

It felt so good to be back. I had almost forgotten that Joe, Dan and Tanner had been waiting for us. As I'm taking off my shoes, I notice that they've already got Jackbox set up on Tanner's PC in the living room, we've just gotta set up microphones and the camera for the stream. I give everyone a quick little greeting before heading upstairs with the bag to put it in my room, making sure to bring some of the equipment we needed for streaming on my way back down. As I'm setting up Tanner's PC to stream through my Twitch, Dan and Ted are lugging all of the right equipment down to the living room to use. We even decided to turn on a few of the studio lights for the best lighting. Took about another hour before I could finally go live, making sure I had posted on all social media with the announcement just before we officially started.

Now unfortunately, to avoid being all affectionate and secretive with each other (we knew we fuckin' would), Ted and I didn't sit beside each other. Ted was at one edge of the circular couch with Dan next to him, then Joe, then me more in the middle and finally with Tanner to my right on the other edge of the couch. We had two mics spread out and a camera set aside to have all of us clearly in the shot without the tripod covering the TV. As everyone is naming themselves off, I notice that the viewer count is bigger than it usually is. Like, to an almost dramatic degree. Just as Ted is introducing himself, I speak up. "I think--I think there's, like, 200 more people watching than usual.." I admit, looking over at one of the monitors to double check.

"Oh, there might be." Ted chimes in, turning to look at me with a smile. "I tweeted it out."

"What?" I turn to look at him, giving a small smile and a raised brow.

"Like, that I was here." Ted elaborates, pointing down. "I shared the link to the stream. I think I just forgot to tag you.."

Man, that's...definitely a big leap compared to how he felt about this stream earlier today. I can't show it right now, but that makes me really happy. Man, today's just been so good.

And it just keeps getting better. We go through a plethora of different Jackbox games. Quiplash, Job Job, Blather 'Round, Tee K.O and Champ'd Up. The amount of laughs and friendly shouting matches we have throughout the night was enough to make me start to lose my voice, especially during Blather 'Round. The whole point of the game is that we're all supposed to work together to guess what the Presenter is referencing. Yes, there's a winner, but the whole point is that we work together. Some of them didn't seem to understand that.

"YOU SAID 'UNDERNEATH'!" Joe yells out to Dan, who had just been the Presenter for the answer 'Bra'. Wild that this is an actual option in the game, but it was.

"Yeah like underneath clothes!" Dan called back, gesturing to his sweater.

"Yeah but you wrote womanhood!" Ted laughs, gesturing over to the TV "'Big Underneath Womanhood'!"

"Yeah??? And?? That's where it is!" Dan places his hands over his chest, making me let out a groan.

"That's not where womanhood is, you dolt!" I call out, stretching my arm down my leg. "It's down here!"

"Is THIS not where it's called womanhood too????"

"NO!!!" "DAN--" "No, it's--" "AHAHAAA"

We've been losing it with each other all night, but it's been an absolute blast. We kinda had to create some new rules as we go along, and we didn't really care about who got the most points by the end of it. At least, not during this game. For the last game of the night, we switch back to Champ'd Up to end it on a high note, but for some reason, Ted and I get particularly competitive. Well...more-so Ted than myself. I'm not sure if I'd call myself an artist, but I can lock in when I have to. In this particular round, Ted and I were getting pitted against each other quite a bit and it was REALLY getting to him, in the funniest fucking way.

"I'm just gonna say--I'm just gonna say.." Ted begins speaking while everyone else is finishing up their drawing, looking up from his phone. "My drawings have been fucking great, Ok? I've been absolutely fucking robbed this whole god damn game."

"I don't know, Ted. You just gotta get good." I shrug with a mischievous smirk, focusing on coloring in my drawing. "You just gotta be good at the game."

"Y'know what's gonna be good? Y'know what's gonna be good?" Ted puts on antagonistic tone, raising his brows at me. "When I throw you out the fuckin' window."

"You're not doin' shit." I chuckle dryly, shaking my head. "Lemme finish my--"

"Oh I will. I fuckin' will. I'll pick you up and put you outside."

"You won't."

"Throw you out back."

"No."

"Like a fuckin' dog. A bad--like a bad dog."

"You won't do it."

"If you win this fucking match, you're going out back."

"You won't."

"I'll put you in a time out."

"Bet."

I finish my drawing and look up from my phone to lock eyes with him, watching him squint at me like I just revealed a big secret by challenging him. We both know I'm winning this game. Is he gonna be good on his word even on camera?

Sure enough, Ted and I are once again pit against each other, and once again, I win the round.

"HOW IS THAT NOT ZEN!?" Ted yells out, throwing his hands out to the TV after slapping his phone down onto the couch. "I drew a guy on a fucking YOGA MAT!"

"Yeah but my guy's called 'just chillin'! Look at him!" I laugh out, pointing at the screen as it reveals the winner of the game. Me, of course.

That makes Ted snap.

"Alright! That's it! You're going outside!" Ted slaps his hands down on his lap and stands up, moving around in front of everyone to move over to Tanner's side.

"No!" I laugh out, moving my feet up onto the couch in case I need to make a break for it.

"Tanner, move." Ted snaps his fingers at Tanner and points back with his thumb, giving me a knowing smile.

"I don't know if I--If I should.." Tanner leans slightly away from Ted with an amused chuckle, glancing over at one of the monitors. "Should I move, chat?"

"Tanner!!!" I nervously shout at him, standing up on the couch. "You have to protect me!"

"Come here." Ted snaps his fingers at me now, giving me a little beckon with his finger. Oh he's really doing this here, huh?

"Chat's tellin' me to move, (Y/N)." Tanner looks back at me and gives me a little shrug before shifting passed Ted so he can get to me. "I gotta move.."

Ah boy, here we go.

I jump off the couch and land behind it, but Ted is quick to move around to try and grab me. We end up moving around the couch in a slow circle while I continue to try and convince Ted to calm down. Well, I'm not trying too hard. I wanna see what he's going to do. We're still live.

"Ted! Ted come on!" I laugh, quickly moving around to the front of the couch. This puts us at a bit of a stand-off, with Ted standing across from me, once again behind the couch.

"I told you! I told you what'd happen!" Ted points out at me, holding onto the back of the couch with his other hand. "Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

"What do you want me to say?" I hold my arms out in a shrug. "Sorry for being funnier than you??"

I see a fire ignite in Ted's eyes, even from this far. Before I even have time to react, Ted jumps right over the couch and moves over the table to quickly scoop me up over his shoulder. I scream out his name and try to punch down against his back to get him to put me down, but he's just laughing and moving us back behind the couch so we're properly in frame.

"Alright, you can end the stream now, I'm sure.." Ted chuckles at Tanner, easily holding me despite my clear resistance. "I'm just, y'know...gonna take out the trash..."

Ted moves out of frame to make it seem like he's taking me out back, but he does a little u-turn as Tanner and the others say goodbye, bringing me up the stairs. I giggle quietly to myself as Ted marches us into his room and plops me right down on his bed, pointing down at me with a huff.

"Stay." Ted let's out a breathy chuckle, moving back towards his door. "I mean it."

"Oh? I'm stayin' in here tonight?" I ask with a tired little giggle, sitting up more in his bed.

"Yeah. Stay." Ted points back at me again. "Didn't get to cuddle in the truck, so you're stayin'."

I move some of my hair out of my face, shaking my head with another giggle. "As you wish, Teddy..."

So when Ted leaves the room to head downstairs, in his room is exactly where I stay. Thank God I remembered to put my phone in my pocket, because Ted's down there for quite a while. I figured he's just helping the guys clean up and bring everything back up to Tanner's. I hear them laughing with each other as they move up and down the stairs, bringing the extra cameras and cords into Tanner's room. Since the door is closed, I decide to get up out of Ted's bed to change into some of his clothes for pajamas, snagging one of his baggy shirts and clean boxer briefs before plopping right back into bed, setting my clothes underneath my side of the bed.

I hear Tanner and Dan say goodnight to Ted and hear their doors close for the night, but after that, it's a little quiet. I wait 10 minutes, which turn into 20, which turn into 30. I've been trying to distract myself using my phone, but...surely Ted should've been back by now, right? Come to think of it, I hadn't heard Joe say goodnight either. Are they still down there? What more is there to clean up? My curiosity gets the better of me. I leave my phone on the bed and get up, sneaking over to the door to creak it open a tad, trying to listen through the crack. Are they talking? I can hear them talking, I think, but they're very quiet. Strange.

I don't leave well enough alone. I open the door enough to slither through without making a sound, quietly sneaking over to the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing to get a better shot at the conversation. It's still a little quiet, but I can make out a bit. They...don't sound happy. Whatever they're talking about, it's not a good conversation, and it doesn't take me long to find out why.

"What's the fuckin' plan? Ted?" Joe's whispering a little louder than he probably should, but he sounds very upset. "You gonna wait till the last day? You gonna wait till the fuckin' premiere?"

"Will you keep your voice down?.." Ted let's out a heavy sigh. He sounds tired. "I told her enough. What's the problem?"

"Told her enough?" That only seemed to anger Joe more. I hear a scuffle and a smack. "You're lying to my best friend, Ted." I hate that I can't see them, but it sounds like Joe just hit Ted...

"Ow--like you haven't lied to her either?" Ted snaps back in a frustrated tone. "You told her you didn't know why I left. You don't remember kicking me out, Joseph?"

"You don't remember why I kicked you out, Ted?" Joe snaps back, still talking in a growly whisper "I only reminded you after you stuck your dick in her!"

"I was drunk, Joe! How many times do I need to apologize for that?"

"I'm not askin' for a fuckin' apology for getting drunk, Ted. You weren't the only one drunk at the wedding, I got drunk at the fucking wedding. I don't give a fuck why you did what you did, but I'm not the one lyin' about it now."

"Joseph.."

"I told her that you'd tell her. So fuckin' tell her."

"I-I tried telling her, Joe. I-I'm not...I'm not trying to hurt anyone."

"You got her high and lied to her face, Ted!"

"Lower your voice!"

I...I can't move. I'm frozen solid where I'm sitting. My hands don't leave the railing, my mouth doesn't close, my eyes don't blink. What...What am I hearing right now? Ted?

"Look, I-I just--I don't want her to hear us.." Ted let's out another heavy sigh, keeping his voice just above a whisper. "I am going to tell her, but not like this. Not down here.."

"Honestly, maybe she should fucking hear us." Joe let's out a snarky chuckle. I know he's just getting more and more frustrated. As am I. "Maybe she should fucking hear us. Maybe then you'd actually face the shit you've started."

"What, you want her to find out this way?" Ted's tone becomes more antagonistic. "Really? You'd do that to her?"

"We've lied to each other before, Ted. She's my best fucking friend, she'll be pissed, but she'll get it. I've been trying to protect her."

"What is there to get? What makes you any better?"

"I lied to her BEFORE you stuck your tongue down her throat, you fucking idiot. When I saw you two getting close, I was worried, but I told her to goto you. I said you'd tell the truth. I TRUSTED that you'd want to tell the truth. What's your fucking excuse? Gonna get her drunk next? At least I trust you'll be yourself at the end of a fuckin' bottle."

I'm not sure how much of this I can listen to, but I can't move. They've been lying to me about the wedding? Why? What was there to even lie about? What did Ted do?

Ted..

...Ted's been lying to me?...

"I'm..." Ted's voice trails off. He sounds so...done, so defeated. "I'm..sorry, alright? You're right."

"Of fucking course I'm right." Joe snips with another huff. "She deserves the truth. The truth. I don't care how hard it is, for either of you.."

I hear a frustrated sigh from Ted and a bit of silence, flinching suddenly when I hear the sounds of steps nearing the stairs.

"...I'll tell her." Ted speaks up, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "Before the project ends, I'll tell her."

"No, you're telling her by Monday..." Joe insists with a stomp of his foot. "...or I do it."

Just as I hear Ted start to come up the stairs, I rush back to his room and close the door, returning to his bed. I don't even know what to think right now, I don't know how to feel. I just feel...cold. Scared. Before I can even collect my thoughts, I hear his door open and see him enter his room, shooting me a casual smile. He's...smiling. He's smiling at me, looking at me with those warm hazel eyes like he wasn't just in an argument, like he wasn't just talking about me behind my back. How does he do that? How is he able to just...turn that off in front of me? Part of me wants to reveal that I was listening, part of me wants to yell at him, but nothing comes out. I can't.

"Sorry, I got caught up with Joe..." Ted let's out a happy sigh, slipping out of his shorts before moving to crawl into bed next to me. "You doin' alright without me?.."

"...Yeah.." I shoot him a small smile, but turn away and lay on my side. "I'm doing alright.."

I feel him move to lay close behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me close for the night.

Caught up? Just caught up?

He just...

He lied to my face.

...

How long has he been able to do that?

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Someone a few days ago asked me why I don’t correct people when they misgender me and I’ve been thinking it about it nonstop so im gonna put all my thoughts under the cut. This isn’t like a vent btw it’s more like a…collecting my thoughts all in one place

I am openly nonbinary in my daily life…for the most part. I’m out to all my friends, I have a little pronouns pin on my bag, my preferred name and pronouns are on my school ID and when asked i introduced myself with my pronouns

But I won’t correct people. I won’t tell people either unless we get closer or I’m asked. Because I’m afraid. It has nothing to do with where I’m at, actually the school I go to is literally the most progressive school in my state. I feel genuinely safe here.

It’s because of where I came from. The Midwest is already touch and go, but coming from a small town in the middle of a cornfield? Yea it wasn’t good. I used to have a little pride flag wallet on my keychain and then I got followed home by multiple trucks after making a quick stop at Walmart. I got a new wallet the next day. I was 17 when that happened. I was one of the quiet kids in school and I listened to everything around me. I heard a lot of things that made me feel unsafe. I remember one of my teachers had us debate the ethics of allowing trans people in sports and only 3 people argued for trans athletes myself included. It sucked.

But now I’m here. I’m on the opposite side of my state in this is very open and very supportive community. Granted all it takes is about a 10-15 minute drive to be back in that territory but for a majority of my time I’m in an environment where I’m not 1 of 5 trans kid but 1 of hundreds. I know I’m safe. I know I’m not the only trans person my professors or coworkers have met.

I am still afraid. I’m afraid I’ll lose my job. I know this isn’t true because one of my coworkers is an openly trans woman. I’m afraid I’ll be followed home again.

And then I’m asked “why don’t you correct people?” It was actually my coworker who asked me this. I’m not upset with her, I told her she could ask whatever she wanted and I was happy to answer for her. It’s just…put a lot of things into perspective I hadn’t really thought about.

This year specifically for some reason I've also been thinking a lot about my gender. Tried a few different pronouns, got my first binder, realized I get top surgery and start T one day. Yet that one question for just a moment made me question everything. Made me stop and go "am I really nonbinary because I don't correct people?"

And I thought to myself "no that's silly" because if one of my friends ever purposefully misgendered me for no reason other than to not out me I'd feel wrong. Itchy. Because for a brief moment I considered using he/they pronouns and it just felt so wrong to be he. I am not a he or a she, I am a me. And idk that was really weird for me because I've never had that moment before. Granted I was never really in the space to explore my identity before but now that I have steady meals and my own little space my brain has been able to ponder.

I've been thinking about legally changing my name, but once again I am afraid. Doing it when I turn 21 in November would be easiest because I have to renew my ID anyways, but that means looking my parents in the eye and explaining. That would mean telling all my old lady coworkers at home why. That would mean telling my boss here why. And that scares me so much. Because once I do they'll look at me differently. But it would make my life so easy to be able to change my name before I graduate. Because then I can go into my career field as Rain and not [redacted]. Granted as a teacher I'll just be referred to by my last name 90% of the time which tbh is somehow worse than redacted?? Explain that one to me.

Idk this is a very long ramble that pretty much sums up to be I am nonbinary and I love being nonbinary but man is the brain a funky place.

[nevermore-grimes]

Nevermore-Grimes does Daydreamtober 2024 (In 2025!)

Original art from Pinterest

Prompt #1: Home

Para Perspective: Nevermore Grimes

Paracosm: The Ember Blade Chronicles

TEBC Saga: The New Asgardian Saga

Summary: Nevermore’s last goodbyes to her old home quickly take a dangerous turn as S.H.I.E.L.D.’s hunt for her officially begins

Warnings/Tags: Gun violence, brief classist humor, graphic descriptions of death and killing, brief mention of rape, Nevermore’s Bloodlust (Yes, it needs its own warning), sexual themes here and there, and fight scene moment!!!

Word Count: 2,036

This isn’t my home anymore.

The quiet of the little house I once called home was shattered by the live gunfire that the surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D. agents sent into it. What was originally supposed to be a sentimental trip to grab the last of my belongings before saying my final goodbyes to the planet Earth turned into me frantically dashing around and grabbing everything in the hopes that neither me nor my belongings get riddled with holes. I mentally cursed Fury for somehow catching wind of my brief return.

“Is all this really necessary, love?” Michael anxiously called after me from his station under the kitchen island. “We should’ve left from the moment they opened fire!”

“He’s right, darling,” Loki, the only one of us who was bulletproof, sat alongside Michael, holding him in an attempt to calm him down. “We should be off before someone gets hurt!”

“I’m not leaving anything behind!” I stubbornly insisted as I rushed by.

Just then, a snarky voice rang out over a megaphone outside. “Why don’t you make this easier for both of us and come outside?”

“FUCK YOU!” I roared back as I yanked down my attic ladder to scramble up it.

I made it halfway up before another round of gunfire sounded, and a sharp pain bloomed across my cheek.

“OW!” I instinctively let go of the ladder while jumping back with enough force to send me hurtling to the ground.

I landed on my back, hard, with an audible “Ugh!” before my head followed suit, a disorienting pain cracking all the way up my skull to reach behind my eyes.

As soon as I made contact with the floor, everyone sprang into some sort of action. Loki jumped out from under the kitchen counter to throw himself over me, leaving Michael to wrap his hands over his head in a full fetal position, as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents came crashing through what remained of the bay window.

“Are you alright?” Loki softly asked by my ear as the world finally snapped back into focus.

“Y- Yeah…” I weakly murmured.

One agent slowly strolled over to us, stopping by our feet with a condescending smirk before speaking in that same snarky voice from earlier. “Getting cozy with Prince Charming?”

Disgust rose within me as soon as I was able to match a face to his voice. John Walker.

“It would’ve almost been romantic, too, if we weren't interrupted by Walmart Captain America.” I quipped as Loki helped me sit up.

One of the other agents laughed, but a cold glance from John silenced them so quickly that I almost wondered if it killed them on the spot. “Very funny, Grimes. I’m surprised you even find the breath to crack jokes with such a large bounty on your head.” He took a few slow steps toward us. “Weighing you down… Crushing you…”

“The fresh air at my new place helps me breathe easy.” I rolled my eyes. “Besides, you and I both know you’re not doing this for the money.”

“Of course not!” He scoffed. “Do I look poor to you?”

“I dunno…” I looked him up and down. “I wanna assume you thrifted this little Captain America costume of yours. But, hey! Maybe you lucked out and got the real deal. A genuine Avenger hand-me-down from Steve Rogers himself.”

“You think you’re funny.” John scowled, unamused.

“I think I’m hilarious. And so does your little friend over here.” I gestured at the agent who’d laughed at my first quip. “My jokes are killin’ with this guy!”

“Oh, yeah?” John huffed out a dry laugh as he turned back to the agent, who was currently stifling a giggle. “Wanna see what else is?”

He moved so fast, had I blinked, I would’ve missed him raising gun and firing straight at the agent, piercing the sliver of their neck left exposed by their suit. I’m not normally the type to be caught off guard when there are guns involved, but I jumped as the loud bang reverberated throughout the small space. Then, a beat of tense silence, broken only by the agent’s choking and gurgling before they fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

I slowly shook my head, watching the agent’s life slowly slip away. “That is so fucked.”

“You’re one to talk, Red Rapist Killer.” John narrowed his eyes at me. “How many bodies do you have, huh?” He quickly trained his gun on me. “How much blood is on your hands?”

Loki quickly threw a protective arm across my chest, glowering at John. “Don’t.”

John’s eyes were unleaving from mine. “You don’t scare me, Laufeyson.”

“Your arrogance is revolting.” Loki spat.

“This coming from the ‘god king’ who once attempted to take over the world?” John scoffed. “Seriously, you two are a couple of hypocrites.” He cocked his gun and Loki clenched his jaw. “Better say your prayers now, bitch.”

I didn’t bat an eye. “I’m an athiest, jackass.”

“NO, WAIT!” Everyone’s heads whipped around as Michael cried out, an agent dragging him out from under the table.

“What’s this?” They hoisted Michael upright, pointing their gun at him. “I think I found us a spy.”

“N- no,” Michael trembled, flinching as the agent cocked their gun. “Please, I’m not looking for any trouble!”

I clenched my jaw against the rage rising within me, feeling my skin grow warm. I didn’t even have to glance to know that red veins were crawling up it as I watched the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent terrorize my other lover.

My voice was low, wavering with the effort it took to keep it there. “Let. Him. Go.”

“What’s the matter, Grimes?” John lazily waved his gun around as he taunted me. “He your boyfriend or something?”

John’s voice faded with my peripheral vision as it focused in on the agent threatening Michael. Kill them. Kill them all…

Loki’s touch on my arm felt distant as he spoke with a sense of urgency, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. I was too busy fantasizing about all the ways I could kill the agents surrounding us. The smells of everyone’s blood mingling together grew more difficult to ignore with each moment that ticked by, and I salavated at the idea of being able to taste some.

Though he wasn’t in my sight at the moment, I knew in the back of my mind, John’s was the only blood I really cared to taste. I would slaughter everyone else in the room, but he was the one I wanted to savor.

“LET HIM GO!!!” I roared, my voice raising to a guttoral shout.

The agent in front of me froze as Michael watched me in awe, but they made no effort to lower their gun from him. Too slow~

I threw out my arm, summoning my sword and sending it flying into the agent’s abdomen, narrowly missing Michael, who jumped in surprise. Loki immediately lept over me, shielding me from the other agents’ spray of bullets. I jumped to my feet and rushed at the agent to push my sword the rest of the way in and twist it, eliciting a gurgle from them before I pushed them off of Michael. My sword disappeared from their body the moment they hit the ground.

I spun around to face the other agents, throwing an arm in front of Michael before yelling at him, “Get down!”

He silently complied as I charged onto the counter and lept off of it to join Loki in battling the rest of the agents. I summoned chains of fire energy to swat their guns out of their hands with before yanking one of them closer to me, grabbing their head, and snapping their neck with a twist.

Another agent charged at me, winding up for a punch, but I quickly parried it before summoning my sword again to plunge it through their stomach, excitement fluttering in my own as they retched a small spatter of blood against my face. I shoved them off of my sword to behead another agent who was appraching me, before slicing another in half along the stomach in quick succession.

With each body I added to the carnage, the excitement in my stomach persisted, sending jolts of electricity to the space between my thighs. Oh god, yes!

John was close behind the last two agents, and the moment I dropped my sword to catch his fist in my hand, the smell of his blood hit me like a drug. My breath quivered as my mouth grew eager to bite him. I shoved him away, quickly circling us in a ring of fire before catching him in a grapple as he tried to lunge back for me.

“There’s something inhuman in your blood.” My lips stretched into a sinister grin. “I can smell it~”

John matched my smile with a shit-eating one of his own. “The perks of being a supersoldier, bitch.”

He wrenched one of his arms away before landing a punch to my stomach that made me double over. I groaned, losing my grip on his other arm, which gave him the opportunity to spin and land a teeth-rattling kick against my face, knocking me to the floor.

He pushed me onto my back in an attempt to pin me down, but I managed to punch him across the face with a burst of fire I conjured to my hand, sending him sailing to the ground beside me. We both jumped up at the same time before locking each other in another grapple.

“Set as many fires as you want, sweetheart,” He sneered. “It’s not doing anything to protect you.”

“Feeling warm, John?” I taunted back. “Ironic, seeing as you’re going to die, freezing under Steve Rogers’s shadow!”

I delivered a swift kick to his crotch, and as he doubled over in pain, I tackled him to the ground, pinning his wrists above his head as I straddled him. I bit my lip, my cunt throbbing with anticipation of all the violent things I wanted to do to him.

I let out a dark chuckle as he looked up at me with wild eyes, almost as if he sensed the fact that my intentions went beyond killing him. “This is gonna be fun~”

But, before I had the chance to make another move, a strong arm reached through the flames to wrap around my waist and yank me off of him. I struggled against it as it pulled me out of my ring of fire, growling in frustration as I realized the arm belonged to Loki.

Gripping Michael in his other arm, he tilted his face to the ceiling and shouted, “Heimdall, bring us back!”

“NO!!!” I roared before my view of the fire in front of me was quickly obstructed by a multicolored veil that quickly flung us through space.

Defeated, I hung limply in Loki’s arm, my bloodlust slowly dissipating, but not completely leaving as we rode the Bifrost in silence.

I was furious. Angry with Loki for stopping me from drinking John’s blood. I knew it was irrational, but I didn’t care. I wanted it so bad. But, as my bloodlust slipped away, and I remembered what we’d originally returned to Earth for, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of failure.

Earth, a planet of people who were never really kind to me anyways, was no longer my home. I couldn’t return to the place I’d spent most of my life without the threat of death looming over me.

I was no stranger to being hunted, but as my boyfriends and I flew through space, towards the lavish gold-paved land of New Asgard, I couldn’t help but wonder what my new home could mean for my future, if I even had one worth climbing towards.

[lucygraysboy]

“don’t beat yourself up, baby,” he coos softly, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingertips, “it’s not always easy to speak about feelings, especially when you’re not sure how the other person will react to what you have to say.” what he’s trying to say is that he understands why she’s only just brought it up. there are quite a few things that he should confess and still hasn’t because he either doesn’t want to scare her off and put more pressure on her or lacks courage to open up and leave himself completely vulnerable. “i have this feeling that we’ll always find our way back to each other. after all, soulmates are forever.” he unzips his puffer jacket just enough to slip a hand beneath the collar of his purple sweater and pull out the locket that she mailed back to him a few weeks ago. the token of their friendship. he’s decided to wear it today for good luck. “i couldn’t live without you either, lucy gray. i mean, i lost my mind after that voice message you sent me and shaved my head when i realized you were really gone, that i’d lost you for good,” he admits with a sad, embarrassed smile, letting the locket go and restoring to rubbing his hands together as they wait for the heat to come on. he ends up pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening the maps app, searching for the nearest waffle house. 10 minutes. that’s not bad, he thinks to himself and hits go. he keeps the phone in his lap as the map loads.

“hey, don’t make me blush, pajarita.” he’d like to blame the color of his cheeks on the steady thread of warmth finally coming through the vents, but the truth is — it’s all lucy gray and the way she makes him feel loved. “buckle up, pretty princess.” musing sweetly as she scoots closer to him, he leans in and kisses the top of her head. his heart soaring sky-high. “lucy gray, you can’t be serious.” erupting into a fit of giggles as he listens to her stories about prissy math club girls and cowgirls at the fair and how she’d put them all in their place, it amuses him to the point where it’s making his lungs hurt. “i remember these situations, but i never noticed any other girls ‘cause i always only had eyes for my rainbow princess.” he’s not even exaggerating. if someone asked him to name those girls from the math club, he wouldn’t be able to. “gosh, they must have been green with jealousy when i took off my cowboy hat and put it on your head. or when we shared cotton candy at the ferris wheel. you know what else i remember from that fair? that i was trying so hard to impress you. i think i even won the shooting contest just because i really wanted you to have that giant plushie.” he also put on his best shirt and brand new boots, the ones that he was only allowed to wear on special occasions, doused himself in cologne. he was so in love with her then, and yet somehow he’s even more in love with her now. “cocoa’s my favorite, too. let’s add it to the list of things we want to get at walmart.” propane tanks for the heater and cocoa. interesting combination, he thinks with a smile, putting the car in reverse and beginning to back up. 

when lucy gray begins to sing, so softly and beautifully, like the sweetest hummingbird, billy’s heart does what it always does in such situations and comes to an abrupt stop. goosebumps appear on his forearms and despite so many layers of clothing he feels a shiver race up his spine. it takes him by surprise, both her voice and the song choice, and he finds himself focusing solely on her, icy hues gazing down at her with nothing but love and adoration. his hand hovering over the gear selector for a brief moment, suddenly uncertain how to put the car in drive. there’s not a single thought in his brain that doesn’t revolve around her, a dazzling grin stretching lazily across his lips. it’s a wonder he doesn’t burst into tears, nostalgia coiling around his heart like vines, but his eyes do become a bit glassy. emotion evident in them, written all over his face. “there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach,” he hums shyly, resting his cheek atop her head for only a second. the parking lot’s abandoned so he’s not really worried about some psychotic, blind moron ramming into them, but as much as he’d like to stop the time and just listen to her singing their favorite song, let the memories of their younger years engulf him whole, he has to put the car in drive and head out onto the streets. the short trip to the restaurant is an otherworldly experience, huge snowbanks lining the road, snowflakes fluttering in the air and obscuring his view and clinging to the windshield, wipers fighting a losing battle against the winds. he rarely drives like a grandma, but this time is the exception. “are you puttin’ this song on? god, you’ll make me cry,” he laughs, but it’s a possibility so he’d like to warn her beforehand.

“it’s alright, i could’ve spoken about my feelings way back then. it’s not right makin’ you play the mind guessin’ game.” lucy gray shook her head, not wanting him to feel bad for it. eyes drop on his hands going for her zipper, happily moving them away and letting him zip her jacket for her. it caused her to happily smile, enjoying the little acts of love and letting someone baby her when she was used to always being the one who babied everyone else. then as he spoke, he just made the sentiment all the more better. making her heart light up at all this reassurance about her and jesse. “aww, well that sure means a lot to me billy bonney. you’re my whole world— that’s why i couldn’t live anymore when you were gone from it.” all those tears, heartache and screaming from the horrific pain. that’s not an exaggeration, he’s been her whole world since the second they met. “yeah, you’re an angel and a sweet dinosaur.” mittened hand lifts to gently pat his cheek, holding his hand with the other. “what do you mean? every girl who dreams of a prince for their boyfriend. those prissy math club girls on the playground in third grade, i remember that’s why i took your hand to show them you were my cowboy prince. not theirs. or when we got older and those cowgirl girls at the summer fair checking you out in your cowboy hat.” she adds, still feeling that jealousy like it was fresh. the cold pricking her cheeks and making her uncomfortable when the icy wind blows in with it after they step outside into the north pole. “cocoa’s my favorite so that’s just adorable, billy.” cheeks flush at the way he talked about her eyes, letting him help her in before sitting down and pushing the console up. so she can sit on the middle seat and buckle herself in. “we’re soarinnn’, we’re flyin’.” she playfully sung at the reminder of their high school musical phase, laughing and then wrapping her arms around his waist after he got in. she rests her cheek on his shoulder admiring him with her doe eyes before pulling away to connect her phone to the car, deciding to just put the song on.

[beyond-the-digital-dialogue]

Winner takes it all part 2

Pairings: Billy Russo x f!reader

Summary: A steamy sequel to this one, since people seemed so keen on a continuation. 

Warnings: Oh, dear God where do I even start? Smut, first of all. Unprotected, vaginal sex. Oral (male recieving and blink and you’ll miss it female recieving). Assplay, but nothing major. Very, very brief rimming. Cockwarming. I think that about covers it.

Wordcount: 5,3 k of pure smut with some fluff! 

A/N: Since so many people seemed to like the fluff and dynamic between Billy and the reader in the first part, I decided to try to add some of that teasing and playfulness into this part as well. I hope it works out well. Please, let me know what you guys think! I always enjoy feedback. 

“You’re kinda like an old grandpa,” you mused as you sat curled up against Billy on the couch with the news playing on the TV. 

“Oh, really?” Billy hummed and you turned to grin at him. 

“Mhm.” You leaned forward to place your wineglass on the table so you could cuddle up further into Billy’s side without having to worry about spilling the red liquid on the sofa. “You always watch the news. You wear those ridiculous slippers all the time, you-”

“What’s wrong with my slippers?” He cut you off, frowning down at you and you chuckled. 

“They’re old man shoes, Billy! I’m sure my dad has those exact same ones at home,” you teased him. 

“I can almost guarantee he doesn’t have the exact same ones,” he scoffed and he was probably right. Billy’s were probably some expensive brand which cost more than you could ever assume. Even when it came to something as small and simple as slippers, he’d go all out. He was kind of the opposite of you that way, you had no problem shopping for small things at Walmart or even secondhand stores. What was even stranger was that Billy always had cold feet. It was insane, really, because the man was like a personal heater. Even on the coldest of nights he’d keep you uncomfortably warm, but his feet were a completely different story. He absolutely loved dragging them along your naked thighs or any other bare skin he could get to, just because he knew it’d make you try to squeal away from him. He always found it amusing and he’d done it so many times by now that you’d almost gotten tired of it. Almost. 

“Still, they’re for old people,” you grinned at him. “What’s next? You gonna start napping during the middle of the day? Is that what you do at your office all day? Take naps?” 

“You jealous?” Billy smiled, leaning back on the couch and dragging you with him. 

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Just wondering if I should starting bringing by some crosswordpuzzles for you to do, as well. Maybe some soduko?”

“Sudoku,” Billy corrected you and you paused for a moment, trying to rake your brain. How did you even spell or say it? Sudoku? No, that didn’t feel right. 

“Is it really?” You asked and he nodded with an amused smile. “See, only an old man would know that!” You continued to tease. He chuckled and stroked a hand over your bare arm. You had really missed nights like this, when you could just talk about everything and nothing, teasing each other endlessly and just having a really good time. 

“You’re overly cheery today,” he mused, leaning up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled down at him, stroking a hand across his stubbled cheek. 

“You’re home early. I’ve barely seen you since we came back to New York. What do I not have to be happy about?” You shrugged. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, but you just shook your head. Waiting for him to meet your glance, you held it. 

“Don’t be. You’re busy,” you told him even though it pained you. You missed your husband, but Anvil wouldn’t run itself. Billy needed to be there and you respected it. That was why your relationship worked after all, because you had been the first to really be okay with who he was and how much his job required from him. You wouldn’t ask for any more than he could offer you, even though the separation was hard at times. 

“I’ll try to get some more time off soon,” he promised and you smiled grateful. He leaned up to kiss you and you let him. Laying your whole body across his you wove your fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands traveled down your back, moving further down to hike your dress up. They settled on the gloves of your ass, palming the skin through your panties. You moaned into his mouth.

“You feeling lucky tonight?” You grinned as you pulled away from his mouth. His own grin was a shiteating one; full of confidence. 

“Every night, baby!” He said, squeezing your ass once more. He snaked one hand underneath the side of your underwear, his middle finger trailing up and down your crack. You clenched unconsciously at the feeling. 

“You’re too confident for your own good,” you shuddered and if anything that only seemed to add to his cockiness. His dry finger circled your asshole, adding just the tiniest bit of pressure which made you jerk forward. 

“You said I could have anything, didn’t you?” He husked, leaning in just a little bit to brush his lips against yours as he continued to play with your tight pucker. 

“You already got your wish,” you reminded him, although you weren’t really about to deny him anything at this point. “I cooked you dinner.” 

“You burned the dinner,” he corrected. Fair enough. Even with Billy helping you, or teaching you or whatever the hell he was actually supposed to do, you still managed to burn the sauce. He’d tried to teach you how to make spaghetti, but the tomatosauce ended up way overcooked and you blamed him for distracting you. In the end you’d settled for ordering in, which you of course had not complained about. 

“Whatever,” you scoffed. “You don’t get more wishes. What do you think I am? The genie from Aladdin?” He chuckled at that. 

“I think you’re way too adorable to have been bottled up for thousands of years,” he grinned. He moved up from his position again, taking you with him until you were straddling his lap with your arms around his neck. His hands never left, one having a tight hold of your asscheek and the other one still underneath your panties. 

“Flattery is not gonna get you out of this one,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him. “You only got one request and you wanted me to cook you dinner. I warned you that you might not like it, but you wouldn’t listen.” Who were you kidding? Of course this night was going to end like every other night, you could never say no to Billy. But you liked teasing him and making sure he knew you were in control, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“You actually never specified the one request thing,” he mused, dipping just the tip of his finger past your tight muscle. You resisted the urge to moan. “Your note said whatever the winner wants, right? You never specified that it couldn’t be more than one thing. Remember, I do contractwork for a living, babe. I know all the loopholes.” The grin on his face was one you so desperatly wanted to slap right off. 

“Well, I said it,” you argued, even though you probably hadn’t been clear on that part either. “And an oral contract is still binding, isn’t it?” 

“You’re saying we can come to an oral agreement?” Billy wiggled his eyebrows and you really wanted to throw out some witty comeback, but found the idea intriguing. Your last nightly sessions had been more or less restricted to quickies so it had been way too long since you’d had his cock in your mouth. God, how you’d missed him. 

“Sure,” you shrugged your shoulders. He launched forwards, but you stopped him before he could claim your mouth by putting a hand over his. “But just so we’re clear. This is the final request. Just this one and then the wishingfactory closes.” You knew that if you weren’t clear Billy would somehow hold this against you every chance he’d get. He wanted you to attend some gala you didn’t want to go to? ‘Remember that time we played Nerf-war?’ He wanted you to cook for him again? Or do the laundry on his day when he was feeling lazy? Same excuse. 

“Good, because I only want you,” he muttered before leaning forward. His mouth met yours in a hungry kiss and you moaned. Closing your eyes you relished in the feeling of his lips on yours, his beard scratching along your chin as they moved and his finger playing with your ass in a way that was almost sinful. 

He moved you quickly, throwing you down so that you were laying down on the couch. He was on top of you in an instant, mouth never parting from yours for more than a second or so. His hands moved to place by your head, holding his weight up as he kissed you. You tugged gently on his hair with one hand, the other snaking down between your bodies so you could squeeze him through his sweats. He groaned against your mouth and started trailing his lips across your cheek and down your jaw. He nibbled a little at the corner of it. 

Your hand moved into his sweatpants so you could grasp his cock with nothing separating your touch. Billy groaned again, panting wetly against your ear and you felt goosebumps rise where his breath fanned your skin. You kept pumping him as best as you could with the odd angle and felt a sense of pride rise up inside you as he hardened in your hand. It made you feel special to know you could make him fully erect within litteral seconds. This man was just beyond perfect. 

Billy moved so that he was straddling the sides of your thigh, giving you better access to him. You smiled up at him as you pulled his sweats down to the middle of his thighs, his cock fully free. You kept stroking him as you moved further down the couch, head now resting fully back against the cushion and your throat free of obstructions. You opened your mouth without him even having to tell you and he beamed at the fact. 

“So good for me,” he muttered as he crawled forward a little. “You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed himself in his hand, using his hold to run the head of his cock over your lips. You hummed as you took the chance to lick at the pearl of pre-cum gathering at his slit. 

You opened your mouth further in invitation and he didn’t waste a second to take it. Placing one hand on the armlean of the couch for balance, the other one held his cock in place as he guided it to your lips. He started off carefully, pushing his cock slowly into your mouth and down your throat, checking for any gagreflexes. 

“Fuck!” He hissed and you looked up to see him closing his eyes at the sensation of your lips around him. Had your mouth not been so full you’d grin in success.

He started thrusting in and out of you more forcefully when he realized you could take it. You had learned by now that Billy hardly ever required anything from you when you blew him. He didn’t want you to suck or lick or really do anything except take whatever he had to offer as he all but fed you his cock. Part of you thought it was another one of his primal instincts, part of you thought it was because he almost never came in your mouth. He hated for the night to end before he’d get the chance to be buried inside other parts of your body. Of course, it never did. Just one round with Billy was rare and the man could bounce back into it in a matter of minutes if he was in the mood. You supposed he wouldn’t take the risk of not being up to go another round, though the risk was barely there. 

You kept your mouth open while Billy did most of the work. As usual it didn’t require much of your concentration so you used that to your advantage. Snaking your hand into your panties, you started playing with your clit. You closed your eyes and moaned around the cock in your mouth. 

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Billy hissed when he caught on to what you were doing. You took that as a good sign, never really knowing with Billy because his overall mood would set the boundaries for what you were allowed to do and not when it came to sex. This seemed to be one of those - you wanted to call it - good days where sex was just natural. He didn’t seem to want to play around and you enjoyed those nights the most. Sex with Billy was always interesting and there wasn’t a thing you hadn’t tried which you didn’t love, but sometimes you just really craved that sense of intamacy; where it could just be the two of you enjoying eachother without any rules. 

You slid your hand a little lower, pushing two fingers into your pussy without much refrain. You wanted him inside of you, preferably yesterday, so you didn’t want to wait much longer with foreplay and him making sure you were open and ready, something he’d always take time to do. Foreplay was important to him and as much as you enjoyed it, you were desperate for him to fuck you. Now. 

“Love how needy you are,” Billy whispered, his hand caressing your cheek and poking into the meat to feel his cock inside. He mused on the fact for a moment, stopping the movements of his hips momentarily. “How badly do you want me to fill that pussy of yours?” He asked, pulling back so that you could answer him. You took a deep breath, licking your lips clean of the mess you’d made in the process. 

“So bad,” you panted, not wanting to deny it. Your pussy clenched around your fingers at the thought. 

“You look so pretty when you beg,” he pasued. “Beg for me.” 

“Please,” you didn’t waste a second, hoping it would spur him on. He shuffled a little forward again, tapping his cock on your cheek and you automatically turned your head to chase it with your mouth. He moved his other hand to grip your jaw, forcing your head back into the position you’d been in previously. Pressing down at each of the sides your mouth opened at its own accord. He once again pushed his cock into your mouth, not stopping until he was nestled all the way, his balls resting against your chin and your nose buried in the neatly trimmed hair on his lower abdomen. 

“I think you can beg better than that,” he said as nonchalantly as possible, but you could hear the strain in his voice. He didn’t let up, only pressing impossibly deeper down your throat until you choked around him for air. He pulled out slowly, grinning down at you as you gasped for a much needed breath. Even underneath the confidence he acted upon you could see his concern; afraid he might’ve hurt you. But you smiled back reassuringly, face no doubt a mess with your saliva coating most of it. 

“Please fuck me, Billy,” you croaked out and that seemed to do it. He got off you in an instant, patting your thigh as he did so. 

“Bend over, baby!” He said and you did as instructed. Withdrawing your hand from your panties you braced on knee on the cushion and both your forearms on the back of the couch. Leaning forward, you arched your back to be sure to give Billy a show. His hand making contact with your ass made you jerk forward. It wasn’t a particularly hard slap, just a playful one, but it surprised you all the same. 

“I think you have an unhealthy obsession with my ass,” you muttered craning your neck so you could look back at him. He grinned and stepped a little closer. Hiking the skirt of your dress up to pool around your waist, he pulled your panties down just far enough so that they weren’t in the way. 

“Can you blame me?” He asked, pushing his hips snuggly against your behind. His hands once more grabbed a hold your asscheeks, massaging them and you smirked to yourself. “It’s delicious,” he stated, pushing your cheeks together and pushing his cock into the space between them. You moaned as he gave a few experimental thrusts of his hips, allowing himself to play with you a little more. He muttered something under his breath, but it was so quiet you weren’t sure he’d meant for you to hear it or not. 

He abruptly pulled back from you and sank to his knees behind you. You looked over your shoulder as he pulled your underwear all the way down, discarding them somewhere in the general direction of your bedroom once you’d stepped out of them. As desperate as you were for him to just fuck you, Billy seemed to have other plans. He took his time, hands roaming all over you as he examined you closely. It was another one of his - you wouldn’t go as far as to call them weird, but they were rather strange - things. He liked to inspect every single part of you, just touching and probing to get a reaction out of you, but not necessarily in any sexual way. You honestly had no idea what that was about, but he gave you attention and soft caresses so you weren’t about to complain. 

He leaneded forward and sucked your clit into his mouth. A shaky breath escaped you at the feeling and your legs wobbled. You tried to lean up a little, but Billy ran his hand from your ass, slowly up the long line of your back and you knew not to fight him when he put the slightest bit of pressure between your shoulder blades. 

Releasing your small bundle of nerves he moved his mouth upwards, stopping to lick and tease at your entrance. You moaned again, loving how good his mouth felt on your most delicate bodyparts. He didn’t stay for long in one place, licking a stripe with his flat tongue upwards, following the line of your crack. Your knees buckled as he made a point by flicking the tip of his tongue against your asshole. His teeth suddenly dug harshly into the meat of your left asscheek and you winced at the feeling. 

“Pussy,” he mumbled, throwing those exact same words back at you that you’d teased him with earlier. 

“That’s where I want you, yes,” you threw back with all the sass you could muster. Billy laughed, the rumble of it traveling up your spine as he pressed a single, sweet kiss right on your tight muscle. 

“You’re bossy today,” he commented. 

“And you’re slow,” you shot back. “Take it or leave it, grandpa.” You grinned over your shoulder and although the angle was odd, you were able to meet his eyes. He sighed, but you could see the humour hadn’t left him just yet. He rose to his feets, grabbing a hold of your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. He used his feet, still clothed in those idiotic slippers which had started all of this, to kick your legs a little further apart. You adjusted your stance, ready for him whenever he was. 

“Hey,” his soft voice drew your attention and you met his glance again. He leaned over your back, pressing the sweetest little peck to the corner of your mouth. “I love you.” It was muttered so tenderly it reminded you of how gentle he could be at times. Not that you’d ever forget it. 

“I love you, too,” you said back. He didn’t waste any time, holding you still as he slowly pushed through your folds. As always you opened up to him with just the tiniest bit of struggle. He set a pace which had you gasping, not very fast but he hit you deep on every single stroke. Billy kept himself busy, dragging your dress down so that he could press kisses and create bruises on the skin of your shoulders and back. You let him, having enough with focusing your energy on keeping your legs stable and grabbing onto the couch which really was the only thing you could reach. 

“You getting close?” He breathed against the back of your neck and you nodded wordlessly even though it’d probably take you a few more minutes. Billy used his hold on your hips to change the angle, hitting your g-spot straight on and it had you a moaning mess in no-time. “Touch yourself. Fuck, you look so sexy when you do that,” he said. You did as told, snaking one hand down to your clit and rubbing it in tiny circles. Your breathing laboured and you closed your eyes at the feeling. Billy quickened his pace a little, his skin now slapping against yours in the most obscene noises. He kept praising you as you climbed higher and higher, your pussy clenching down on Billy unconsciously as you were dangerously close to comming. 

Your orgasm finally washed over you, leaving you buzzing all over. Your high pitched moan had Billy chuckle breathlessly, but there was humour in it now. He kept fucking you through it, draping himself along the line of your back. Grabbing a hold of your hand still clutching the couch, he brought it up to your chest. Using his own strength and balance, he forced you into a standing position. He kept you up with an arm thrown around your waist and the hand around your wrist, locking you in his embrace as he slowed his pace noticeably. His cock grazed over your g-spot, prolonging your orgasm until you were no longer shaking in his arms. 

“You good?” He asked, trailing wet kisses along the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against his shoulder to give him better access. 

“Mhm,” you hummed happily, pulling your fingers away from your clit as Billy’s pace stopped completely. 

“Got one more in you, baby?” He questioned you craned your head to meet his eyes. 

“Always,” you grinned, a little tiredly, but it still seemed to make him happy. He slowly pulled himself out of you, stumbling over the pants pooling around his ankles as he took a set on the couch. He looked like he was about to say something, but his open arms were the only invitation you needed. Climbing into his lap, you hoisted yourself up on your still wobbly knees. Your thighs shook with the effort it took and he slowly ran his hands over them, stopping to grab a handful of your ass. No surprise there really. 

You took his cock in your hand, stroking him a few times and making sure he was completely coated in the mess of your own making. He grinned lazily at you, watching with his eyes trained on your hand. You lowered yourself slowly down on him, the burn of the stretch feeling so good now. You tried to keep your eyes open, but they fluttered close as he pushed deeper into you. 

“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out, never getting enough of this. Never getting enough of him. You swirled your hips a little, making sure he was fully sheathed within you. Billy let out a filthy groan, using his hands on your ass to help you grind against him. You started lifting yourself off his cock slowly, slamming down with a little more force. You wanted to set a quick pace, push Billy to the finish line as well, but there was only so much you were able to do when he’d already fucked you almost senseless. 

Billy leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours as you moved against him. He let out small moans every time you came back down. He caught your bottomlip between his teeth, tugging at it. Your pace faltered with that and he used it to his advantage. Holding you down, he gave a small thrust of his hips which had you jerking against him with how deep he hit you. Keeping you unmoving with one hand at your ass, the other one went up to start tugging your dress off. You helped him, finding the hem and pulling it off your body. Where it went after it was over your head didn’t matter. All that mattered was how Billy leaned forward to attack your throat with his mouth. As he did so you started working on his own shirt. There was little help from Billy, except that he pulled away from your neck just long enough for the piece of clothing to be hauled over his head. 

His lips were back on yours in an instant and you clenched around him on purpose, reminding him that you were supposed to ride him - preferably until he came - not sit there unmoving and warming his cock. Although that thought crossed your mind as well and brought the heat back into your belly. He groaned, tearing his mouth away from yours so that you could move freely, but not before swatting at your ass as an encouragement. 

You started moving with a bit more frenzy, building your own orgasm in the process while pushing Billy towards his first of the night. His hands kept wandering, stroking every inch of flesh he could reach, but inevitably coming back to squeeze and pay extra attention to certain parts. Your ass was never left unattended for more than a few seconds at the time, neither were your breasts. He’d either have his hands on them almost the entire time or his mouth whenever he felt cheeky enough to lean in for a lick at your nipples. Many things could be said about Billy, but one thing was certain; he was not passive in bed. He’d always find new ways to occupy himself even as you did most of the work. 

You lasted only a few more minutes before your thighs started shaking. Billy noticed as well and took matters into his own hands. Quite literally. He used his hands on your ass to halt your movements, once more holding you down as he laid back on the couch. He maneuvered a little so he could place both his feet on the cushion and when he seemed comfortable, you moved down with him. Placing your forearms on his chest for support you took the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, tugging gently. 

Bracing his feet he started thrusting into you with a newfound need for release. You clung to him, bringing your face to his as the two of you switched between kissing and just breathing each other's air. With Billy in control of the movements, you snaked one hand down between your bodies again. Finding your clit easily, you rubbed quickly at it while Billy groaned. 

There were so many things you wanted to say as you felt yourself reach the end, some witty comeback, but you couldn’t find the energy to come up with something. You suspected Billy didn’t either. He’d been surprisingly quiet tonight, so far that is. His usual filthy comments had been kept to a minimum and you figured it was just one of those times where there was no need for sexy talk to get the right mood. 

“Billy,” you uttered his name like it was prayer, hoping he’d catch on. 

“I got you, baby,” he breathed against your cheek. “Come for me. So good for me,” he praised you, his voice thick and that twang of his New Yorkan accent coming out so well as he was getting close. He kept giving you small praises, some of which weren’t even coherent, as you fell off the edge. Your pussy clenched dangerously tight around him as you shuddered against him, moaning sinfully against his open mouth. He closed the distance, lips latching over yours and he swallowed every sound you had to offer. 

The aftermath shook you to your core, heat spreading all over your body, flaming your cheeks and neck most of all. You had to tear yourself away from Billy’s mouth to breathe properly and he cradled your face into the side of his neck. Holding you tightly against him he started thrusting into you a little fast, chasing his own orgasm for all it was worth. You could feel yourself still throbbing around him, your clit tingling with just the right amount of overstimulation whenever his pelvis brushed against it. 

You moaned against his neck, not denying that it felt so good to be used like this even after the glow of your orgasm started dying down. You kissed along Billy’s neck, sucking his earlobe between your teeth as you waited patiently for him to finish. 

He came with a small grunt, hips jerking into yours and losing all his rhythm. You could feel his cum filling you up, the heat of it settling as a different kind of pit deep in your belly. Only God knew you could never get enough of that feeling. 

He pushed into you a few more times, half-thrusts at no particular pace as he rode out his orgasm. You lifted your head, looking down at him as he glanced up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. It made you grin as you kept watching him until he eventually stilled. 

“I love you,” you mumbled after a long while, afraid you’d upset his euphoria if you spoke sooner. 

“Love you,” he hummed, still not fully back to earth by the sound of it. You chuckled, leaning forward to press a slow kiss to his lips. That seemed to wake him up because his hands started wandering again, throwing themselves around your back and holding you pressed against him. “I love you,” he said again, a little clearer this time. 

You smiled, bumping your nose against his. You shifted a little so that you could lay down fully on his chest and as you did so your pussy clenched involuntarily around him. He groaned, his hands immediately coming down to your ass. He grabbed the globed once more and helped you grind lazily against him, not fully ready to pull out yet despite the fact you could feel him softening inside of you. 

“We never got to do that thing,” Billy muttered, pressing a small kiss to your temple and you hummed, feeling rather content as it is. 

“Wishing factory’s closed for today,” you reminded him and you felt him shrug halfheartedly underneath you. 

“Next time,” he mused and you chuckled. The force of your laugh made you squeeze around his cock again and though he must be really sensitive by now, he made no effort to pull out. And you were content with staying in this moment for a while longer, the lower bodies of the both of you making small movements against each other. 

“Next time we’ll play a game of something I can actually beat you at,” you told him and he chuckled, moving one hand to stroke calmingly along your back. 

“Oh really?” There was a knowingness in his tone, as if he didn’t quite belive that would happen. Still, you were adamant to win for once. 

“Mhm,” you confirmed. “And then I’ll make you do that thing I’ve always wanted you to do.” You lifted your head to meet his eyes and could see they were already clouded with lust. Already. Oh, this was going to be a long night! 

“Game on, baby!” He grinned wickedly. 

[stressedanime]

i could just sit and enjoy your company // 2187 words

Ship: Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Post-Canon, Amputee Dylan Lenivy, the boys go on a late night Walmart run, what more could you want

Rating: General Audience

Summary:  Ryan “love language is quality time” Erzahler drives his boyfriend, Dylan “love language acts of service” Lenivy to Walmart late on a Wednesday night to satisfy some cravings.

(notes: you can either read below or click here to read on ao3. title from lonely eyes by the front bottoms)

Ryan's door burst open, causing him to jump and almost drop his drawing tablet. Ryan looked up to see Dylan standing in the doorway, one hand on the door handle, with his other arm leaning on the doorframe. The light from the hallway illuminated Dylan’s silhouette, but the darkness of Ryan’s room shadowed Dylan’s face, so Ryan couldn’t make out his expression. What he could see though, was Dylan's hair was sticking up in the most adorable bedhead, which Ryan noted was unfairly cute.

Without moving from the doorway, Dylan slapped his hand around the wall until he found the light switch, flicking it on. Ryan blinked a couple of times, his eyes adjusting to the light. Dylan was staring intensely at Ryan, but his eyes seemed to be unfocused at the same time. He looked like he just woke up, and he probably did, considering the last time Ryan saw him he was dozing off on the couch.

“Uh hey, what's up?” Ryan asked tentatively.

“I think,” Dylan started slowly, “If I don’t eat a cupcake in the next hour, I am going to die.”

Ryan peered at the time on his tablet. “Uhh, it’s like, 9 o’clock at night, what cupcake shop would even be open right now?”

Dylan groaned and banged his head on the doorframe next to him. “I don’t know,” Dylan whined, dragging out the O sound on his words. They sat in silence for a moment, and Ryan could basically see the gears turning in Dylan's brain. Suddenly Dylan whips his head over to look at Ryan exclaiming, “Walmart!”

“Huh?”

“What about Walmart? They probably have cupcakes. Will you please drive me to Walmart?”

Ryan thought for a moment. With Dylan looking at him with the most irresistible puppy eyes he had ever seen, there was no way he could say no.

“Fine,” Ryan deadpanned, trying to act like wandering around Walmart on a Wednesday night with his boyfriend wasn’t the ideal Wednesday night. Because it definitely was.

Dylan looked at Ryan as the goofiest smile stretched across his face. Ryan had to fight the urge to smile back, and failed, allowing the corners of his lips to twitch up.

“Thank you, oh my god Ryan you just saved my life. Let me just go change and then we can go,” Dylan said, running out of Ryan’s room.

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   Dylan rolled down the car window as Ryan pulled out of their apartment complex, enjoying the feeling of the hot summer air gliding over his arm. Dylan had his arm leaning on the door, tapping his fingers to the beat of the music. He was playing an indie playlist he kept for late-night drives like this.

   Dylan glanced over at Ryan. Every passing streetlight illuminated the soft curves of his nose and lips, and the definition of his jawline. Dylan drank up the sight, and it wasn’t long before Ryan glanced over at Dylan, catching him staring. Ryan flashed Dylan a brief smile, and then reached over with one hand and squeezed Dylan's thigh. Dylan smiled back, removing his arm from the car door, and reaching across his body to take hold of Ryan's hand. Dylan brought it up to his face and kissed the back of Ryan’s hand before interlocking their fingers best he could and letting their hands drop into his lap.

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The drive was short; Dylan had barely played two songs before they were parking and getting out of the car. Ryan quickly shut his car door and walked around his car to meet Dylan on the other side. He brushed his arm against Dylan’s, reaching to hold Dylan's hand again. As they were walking up towards the doors, Ryan noticed that the parking lot was pretty empty; there were only a couple cars other than theirs in it.

Once they were inside Ryan noticed the fluorescent lights were almost oppressive, and no matter how many times Ryan blinked he still felt like he was staring into the sun. Before he could even say anything though, Dylan was voicing his thoughts.

“Is it just me or do these lights feel like they’re stabbing your eyeballs?”

“Was just thinking the same thing. Feels like we’re in the backrooms.”

Dylan gave a small laugh and nodded, “Exactly.”

Dylan guided them to the left towards the bakery, but to Ryan’s surprise they walked right past it.

“Wait Dyl, the bakery’s right there?” Ryan stated almost as a question, pointing to the baked goods that were getting further and further behind them.

“Yeah I know, but a Walmart run isn’t complete without looking at the toys,” Dylan stated matter-of-factly. Ryan rolled his eyes at Dylan, but didn’t protest, letting Dylan continue to guide them towards the toy section.

Once they got to the toy section Ryan let Dylan pull him up and down the aisles. Dylan was pointing out anything cute or funny he saw along the way, like the adorable bunny Calico Critters, or weird slime toys.

“I feel so old, I don’t recognize any of these toys,” Ryan said, running his free hand along the toy boxes. Dylan looked to one of the shelves, and picked up an egg shaped toy.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you love Zuru Rainbocorns Sparkle Heart Surprises as a kid?” Dylan joked, holding the toy up for Ryan to see. He turned it back towards himself to read the label closer,  “Holy shit Ryan, there’s even surprise boo-boocorn stamps!” Ryan laughed and shook his head, and Dylan smiled lovingly at him, placing the egg toy back onto the shelf.

They moved on, rounding the corner to find the aisle that was taken up mainly by Lego. Dylan pointed out all the cute Minecraft Lego sets to Ryan, and got extremely excited over the chicken Minecraft Lego set (Ryan stored that in his memory for later). Near the end of the aisle a Lego set caught Ryan’s eye; a cute haunted house with little ghosts. He picked it up off the shelf, inspecting the box while Dylan continued down and disappeared into the next aisle. After a moment, Ryan heard Dylan gasp from the aisle over.

“Oh my god Ryan, you have to come see this,” Dylan’s voice rang out from the other aisle, sounding extremely excited. Ryan put down the Lego box and rounded the end of the aisle to where Dylan was standing. Dylan’s face was lit up with child-like joy, and he was holding up a mini version of a Walmart brand shopping cart.

“No way,” Ryan said, in minor amazement. It was an exact replica of a Walmart shopping cart, down to every last detail. Dylan looked at the cart in his hand, contemplating.

“You think I could ride them like roller skates?” he asked, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

“Dyl, do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well… I won’t stop you.”

Dylan smiled, placing the one he already had on the floor, and then grabbed another one off the shelf. He placed it on the floor as well, positioning them so he could easily step into them.

“C’mere, let me use you for balance,” Dylan asked, beckoning Ryan closer. Ryan shuffled closer to him, letting Dylan grab his shoulders, and lean his weight on him. He shoved his feet into the little carts, and then slowly let go of Ryan. Ryan stepped back to give him some space. Dylan’s eyebrows were scrunched in concentration as he slowly straightened his back.

“Oh, oh, I'm doing it, Ryan, I’m doing it,” Dylan exclaimed with excitement. His arms were spread out keeping his balance as he tentatively shifted one foot in front of the other, slowly rolling down the aisle. He must have made the wrong move because suddenly his weight quickly shifted forwards. Dylan tried to catch himself by leaning backwards, but accidentally overcompensated and leaned back way too far causing the little carts to shoot his feet out from under him. He fell, landing on his back; one of the carts stayed on his foot and smashed onto the ground while the other was flung off his foot, and landed extremely loudly a couple of meters away. Dylan let out a wheeze and Ryan, well, Ryan was laughing.

Ryan was laughing hard , like actually genuinely laughing. He sank down to his knees in front of Dylan, managing to get out, “Are you okay?” through his laughter.

“Babe. I’ve just been killed by mini Walmart shopping carts and you’re laughing, I just died and you’re laughing ,” Dylan said, trying to stay serious. However, Ryan’s laugh seemed to be infectious, and Dylan started laughing too.

“I know, I know. It’s just, I can’t stop,” Ryan said, still laughing, his voice unusually high. He reached out his hand and placed it on Dylan’s shoulder. “Are you okay though?”

Dylan lets out a small chuckle, “Yeah, uh, looks like I fell for you.”

“Dumbass,” Ryan whispered, shaking his head, not an ounce of malice in his voice. He leaned back, wiping a tear from his eye, and taking a deep breath, finally controlling his laughter. Ryan then looked up and down the aisle, which was surprisingly still empty.

“Okay, let's get out of here before we get yelled at by an employee,” Ryan said, standing up and offering Dylan his hand.

“No doubt,” Dylan agreed, taking Ryan’s hand. As he stood up he untangled the remaining cart from foot, and put it back on the shelf. Once he was back on his feet, Ryan let go of Dylan's hand to retrieve the other cart, also returning it to where it belonged. They interlaced their fingers back together, and Dylan led them back in the direction of the bakery.

Dylan was surprisingly fast at choosing his cupcakes. He walked down the aisle, looking at the cupcakes with an almost cold and calculating expression. He then picked up a container of vanilla cupcakes with blue and pink icing, and then was booking it towards the self-checkout.

Dylan quickly clicked through the options on the self-checkout till, scoffing when it asked for a donation.

“Never donate to Walmart, because you know what they do? They take your money, donate it, but then write it off on THEIR taxes as a donation so they get the tax-cut for it. Stinky capitalists,” Dylan explained. Ryan just hummed in response, because he got the same explanation from Dylan every time they went through the self-checkout. He thinks it might be like when you know a fun fact, and you absolutely need to bring it up everytime it’s relevant. Like how Dylan also explains that the guy breaks his toes kicking the helmet in that one Lord of the Rings scene every time they watch through the movies.  

Dylan clicked the Debit option, and the automated voice rang out, “ Follow the instructions on the pin pad.”

“Follow the instructions on the pin-pad,” Dylan mocked back at the machine, “Fuck off.”

“Woah, what did she ever do to you?” Ryan asked in amusement.

“She sounds so condescending, I don’t trust her,” he retorted back, inserting his card into the machine.

“ Please tell us how we did today,” the machine asks after he finished paying.

“Fucking horrible,” Dylan said, snatching the receipt out of the machine. Ryan puffed air out of his nose in a laugh and followed Dylan towards the exit. Dylan was the only one who could make him laugh consistently like this, and boy was Ryan thankful for it. Joy was something that previously wasn’t a constant in his life, but with Dylan things felt so different. He added so much energy to Ryan’s life, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back to how it was before.

Dylan had barely gotten out the door before he was making Ryan hold the cupcake container so he could easily rip into the packaging and shove a cupcake in his mouth. Dylan was saying something about being ‘built different’ because they were ‘two-bite’ cupcakes, but he could eat them in one bite easy. However, Ryan wasn’t paying too much attention to that. The street lamps were illuminating Dylan’s face, the warm-toned light catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. As he spoke, his entire face was lit up with unbridled joy, and Ryan felt warmth spread through his chest. Dylan was so pretty.

As Ryan was staring at Dylan, he noticed that Dylan had a smear of pink icing on his lip from the cupcake. Ryan closed the container and carefully tucked it under his arm. He took Dylan’s hand, causing him to snap his attention to Ryan. He peered down at Ryan, a curious smile on his face. Rocking onto the balls of his feet, Ryan reached up and kissed Dylan, making sure to lick up the spot of icing off his lip. The icing spread across his tongue, making the kiss taste as sweet as it felt. He pulled away, and Dylan had that damn goofy smile on his face again.

He could see himself doing this forever with Dylan.

Forever with Dylan… sounded nice.

[speedierthanasubmarine]

My list of least favorite to favorite Batman actors:

Note: I’m a random person on the Internet, and my opinion should not affect you to the point of rudeness, harsh comments, or any sort of discourse whatsoever. I never say DNI, because you can interact with whoever you want, I’m not your mom, but if you want to start an argument…

DNI.

Also, I am an idiot and I’m aware of that, please don’t judge me.

Lastly, I’m excluding Kevin Conroy from the list because all his works vary, I either love his voice or I hate his voice, there is no in between. (Note: this was in my drafts for a very long while, during which Mr. Conroy had passed away. RIP Mr. Conroy.)

Without further ado: My Batman actor list:

9. Adam West- I personally didn’t enjoy his Batman… the whole vibe was too old and silly looking for me, but if I’d been alive at the time it came out I think I would’ve enjoyed it. It’s like the way my little siblings feel about the original yugioh series.

8. Battinson (Robert Pattinson)- I have a whole speech for this but I’ll try to be brief. Batman is the second smartest character in the DC universe (after Lex Luthor, a fact I think is still up for debate.) and the second best in hand to hand combat (after Lady Shiva which is not up for debate, I totally get that.) He can toss a man across a room with one hand, aim a gun without looking and grapple across cities supporting himself and all his body weight and muscle mass with one arm. He can learn a person’s tells, weaknesses, and inner natures after a few moments of conversation. Guy is a freakin BEAST of a man. Battinson gave me Walmart edition Tim Drake Batman from battle of the cowl vibes. He was like the brown ninja from Lego ninjago. (I don’t know if that guy went on to become great or something, all I know is that when I stopped watching the show he was a liability at best.) He didn’t feel like batman, or at least any batman I knew and liked to see. I don’t know if they were going for like, detective comics batman, but even then I felt like he fell flat and did a poor job. That’s my opinion and that’s that.

7/6/5. (Totally equal.) George Clooney, Val Kilmer, and Michael Keaton- Movies were fine, they weren’t anything special for me in terms of acting, no issues, no highlights.

4. Batfleck (Ben Affleck)- LISTEN I know his movies sucked, I��m not defending those, however he did a great job of playing the white knight, future state, urban legends, Injustice, Heroes in crisis, Doomsday clock, basically any elseworld Batman I ever read and liked- he pulled off the vibes. The paranoia, the desperation, the determination- he did those very well. He was the best BRUCE WAYNE. His Batman performance was eh, nothing special, weird suit, but his Bruce performance? Phenomenal. Especially when he had to be Bruce, party boy Brucie, shaking hands, “I bought the bank” Bruce, and then when he was “even a 1% chance” contingency, decoding files, nightmare having Bruce, and when he was working out, investigating, preparing Bruce. He did them all justice (pun intended.) better than pretty much everyone else. (UPDATE) I just remembered this list is for Batman actors, not Bruce, so I’d put him at 7, maybe 6. I’d change the list, but I’m lazy. (I also wrote the word Bruce so many times the word has lost all meaning.)

3. Jason O’mara- I thought he was great. I loved his voice, it was basically perfect. 10/10 Nothing more, nothing less.

2. Christian Bale- Absolutely amazing. Amazing Batman, fantastic Bruce, really cool detective, awesome everything. Only thing I’d change, and this is super petty, is just that in terms of aesthetics I’d want him to be thicker, I thought he was very lean, and the suit would just be upgraded to like 2022 quality, little more updated/sleek, yknow? But that’s not even a real critique, just a thought. I loved him, absolutely phenomenal.

And finally.

The moment we’ve all been waiting for.

The GOAT.

NUMERO UNO: MR. WILL ARNETT.

ALL OTHER BATMAN ADAPTATIONS ARE DOWNRIGHT MID WHEN COMPARED TO THIS GOD

Thanks for reading.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

(Warning for brief description of Hell torture including eye trauma! Skip the paragraph beginning "Dean fixes his eyes on the tv again..." to avoid it.)

It takes a while for her to work up to asking, but Dean knows Lisa's been curious for a while. Her touch skirts around it when they cuddle, and whenever they have what passes for sex*. It takes four months and change, and a quiet evening watching a western and holding each other on the couch while Ben's at a sleepover**. The cowboy onscreen gets his bullet wounds tended to by the beautiful but no-nonsense school teacher, and when she brushes over his scars, he explains each one. When Lisa traces one gently over his wrist, he knows that she's asking, and that he doesn't have to answer. She gives him so many outs, and he's grateful for every one.

"Vampire," Dean says, clearing his throat awkwardly after breaking the quiet.

Lisa glides her fingers up under his sleeve, not needing to look to touch a second raised scar.

Dean smiles in amusement. "The other vampire."

"These better not all be from vampires, you'll lose your mystique," Lisa says, with humor. More confident with Dean's implicit agreement to talk, she pushes up the shirts over his stomach to trace the lines across his belly. "These?"

"Werewolf. Well, sort of, it'd only half transformed when it scratched me." He takes her hand and guides it across to the healed gunshot mark above his hip. "This was a ghost with a pistol. If it was real it could have killed me, but it still hurt like a mother."

"I see. And these?" She playfully touched the stretch marks creeping along his sides.

"Ex-hook up. Real kinky. Her claws were bigger than the werewolf."

"Liar," Lisa says, grinning, and Dean winks. Even with the teasing mood, Lisa still visibly hesitates before pressing her hand to Dean's shoulder, but she does, because she's braver than Dean can stand sometimes. "What happened here?"

Dean swallows. He hadn't told her about Hell yet, not explicitly, but she'd noticed how he'd changed from the moment he'd come to her door. "You seem older," she'd said once, and Dean had huffed a laugh of "40 years," and couldn't explain any further. The words wouldn't come, even if he'd wanted to pollute this house with them. There were some days he couldn't talk at all. It was less frustrating this time than when he was a kid, at least. Lisa would notice, kiss him, and work around it, letting him silently tap options he wanted and calling in sick to his work for him without making him ask. Dad had been soft with him about it too, but his patience was weaker than hers.

"I was in a bad place," he settles on. Lisa nods sympathetically but he doesn't think she really understands, so he reiterates, "A really bad place. Think of the worst place you can imagine, and add thumbscrews and bad lighting."

"So a Walmart at peak shopping time. Minus the screws." Lisa quips, and Dean loves her for lightening the mood. It's not like she always knows exactly what to say, but she hits more often than she misses. Dean doesn't deserve her.

"Yeah, pretty much. I was in there for...a long time. I had to go. It was my choice, kind of. But it was..."

Dean fixes his eyes on the tv again, and shakes his head, trying to dislodge the memories pressing through from the back of his skull. A pick-ax through the eyeball. A hot poker in his guts. His hand squeezing a wrist until it splintered while the soul it belonged to screamed uncontrollably. Praise for a job well done. Lisa's hand running softly through his hair brings him back to the room, and he's grateful for it.

"It was bad," he says, and is pleased that his voice doesn't shake.

"So this is from there?" Lisa asks, stroking around the perimeter of the handprint through his flannel with unerring precision. She knows his body so intimately***. She knows him, and she still takes care of him, and she still likes him.

"This is from the exit route," Dean says, and he takes her hand again, firmly planting it over the print. Her hand is smaller than Castiel's, so it doesn't quite fit, and thinking about Lisa and Cas clasping hands makes Dean's heart beat strangely fast, and he has to swallow around a lump in his throat. On another man, it might be jealousy. But Dean is not a normal man. He moves swiftly on: "There was a guy - my friend. Cas. He pulled me out of there. We weren't friends, then, but he got me out, and my sunny personality won him over to the right side."

Dean's self-deprecating grin is weak, and Lisa kisses his forehead first before looking at him flatly. "Are you pretending that you're not charming, and everyone who meets you doesn't love you? Because that's a step too far, even for you."

The blush that spreads from that comment warms all the way to Dean's chest.

"Yeah, well. Cas would've gotten there anyway. He's a good guy. Funny, too. He's got this whole fish out of water routine."

"Where is he now? Is he hunting?"

Dean snorts at the idea of Cas hunting solo, remembering his upside-down FBI badge. "Yeah, no, Cas should not be hunting. I don't think he's even handled a gun. He's gone back home to be a hall-monitor."

New sheriff in town, Cas had said, and Dean hopes it's going better for him than for the sheriff in this movie - getting his head turned by greed to work with a corrupt mayor, cowboy hero needing to take him down. Nah, Cas knows better. He's probably got it all sorted by now, all the halos straightened out.

"You should invite him over, some time. Sounds like someone I'd want to meet."

"Uh, yeah. I'll see if he can make it over."

Cas is not making it over. Dean'd tried praying, a few times, as casual as a prayer can be. Hey Cas, hope you're doing good, Ben's got a soccer game so if you can send some luck his way I'd appreciate it. It'd be great to see you some time. Take a break from tuning those harps, we can go fishing or something. Boring and small, and he'd felt stupid every time. With no answer it felt more like a cringey verbal diary entry than a conversation so he'd stopped.

Dean misses him. There's not so many people he misses from that world, aside from Sam who is a hole in his chest. He sees Bobby regular enough, though the calls from the old man had been slowing down. Maybe he was bored of Dean's mopey mood. Maybe Cas was too.

A kiss between the fingers of the handprint draws Dean a little way out of the quagmire of his thoughts. Another one to his cheek pulls him further, enough that he almost manages a smile.

"Thank you for telling me," Lisa tells him, holding his chin to catch his focus, and to break her serious look Dean strokes her hair. It works.

She smiles softly, then snuggles back into his side to watch the movie again. Her hand slips from the handprint, but her cheek presses against it instead. If Cas hadn't pulled him out, he wouldn't be here for her to lean on. If Sam hadn't saved the world, neither of them would be there to have this moment. Dean doesn't deserve it, their sacrifices or Lisa's kindness, but he can believe that she deserves his, so he wraps his arm around her and squeezes her in, and ignores the pang he gets in his chest when the cowboy shoots the sheriff.

*Dean going down on her, Dean fingering her, Dean kissing her ankles while she gets herself off. It's not selfishness on her part, it's selfishness on his. The only way out of his own head is to drive Lisa out of hers.

**His 5th, since Dean's come to live with them. For his first, Dean paced the house like a caged animal for half the night then snuck out to watch the place Ben was staying at. He'd fallen asleep parked opposite and he'd woken up cold when Ben knocked on the window. Ben had just smirked at him, and didn't bring up that Dean's a paranoid, smothering creep. He's a good kid.

***she'd pegged him, twice, the closest Dean's body had let himself get to orgasm. She was so tender about it, even when pressing her strap into him, holding careful eyecontact and brushing away his overwhelmed tears.

In a world where Dean never loses the handprint on his shoulder, I wonder what Lisa would say about it. Does Dean tell her about Hell? About how an angel took his mangled soul and brought it back to Earth? Does Lisa decide it's better to not acknowledge it?

[bromantically]

not to be positive on main or anything but i genuinely, really, for real love people. i love meeting people i love existing with people i love seeing people and hearing people. i love seeing peoples interests i love hearing them talk about them i love when people tell me about their goals and dreams and wishes i love when people enter my life and share the things they love with me

how fucking mindblowing is it that its possible for a person to just show up in ur life, however briefly, and change it forever?? im not talking about the bad experiences i mean the ones u remember forever even if it wasnt really a significant moment. im talking about ms sonja, a customer from when i worked at walmart, who couldnt afford her groceries bc she only had like $2 so i gave her the money from my pockets and she told me she believed i was an angel that god had sent to her. i think about her all the time and yet it was such a brief moment in time

im talking about angel, the person i saw while working one day and asked their pronouns and they were nervous to mention them but it was clear they felt safe around me because they frequently came back to my area of the store to say hi some days and show me some lgbt+ related things they thought were cool. i think about them so often

and im talking about the time when i was younger, i passed a man playing his sax in a parking lot for money and i was having a bad time in my life but he randomly stopped me and told me to keep my head up and keep going. he gave me a whole mini speech on it and to this day i still think about him and i still hope hes doing alright

idk i just think that being able to experience others and leave an impact can be a really beautiful thing and that people are so so important and wonderful

[afictionalwhore]

Little Miss Perfect

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A/N: I have so many plans for this bad boy that’s been sitting in the back of my mind for a hot minute now after a conversation with @jadequeen88. Thank you bby for reading over this!

T/W: dubcon/noncon; religious references and religious guilt; cheating

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There wasn't much at all in your little town in the middle of Nowheresville: population just over 300. The nearest Walmart was at least a twenty minute drive over to the next town, but you had a Dollar General Market to do your weekly grocery shopping. There was a school that ran from pre-k all the way up to high school, where you graduated from with a senior class consisting of a grand total of sixteen. The Dairy Queen down the road from your high school did best in the region, thanks to bored, local high schoolers on Friday nights. Your town also boasted the birthplace of the state's governor years ago, but no one remembered him, having three other governors since his last term. Despite the dullness of everyday life, you were happy. You had grown up best friends and high school sweethearts with the most respected boy in town: Natsuo Todoroki.

Of course, your quaint little town also had a church, as any well-to-do Southern town would. The church was like any other Southern Baptist affair, pristine, white, and much too large for such a small town. A long hallway behind the sanctuary led to a few classrooms, a choir practice room, and a stairwell to the basement. In the basement were the kitchens, a few more classrooms, and a large empty room where church events were held that doubled as the town’s community center. This was where bingo nights for the elderly members of the community were held, and the occasional baby shower or wedding reception could be held there. Pastored by Enji Todoroki, or Brother Enji as the town lovingly referred to him, the church congregation contained essentially the entire population of your small town. Even the local alcoholic your town was very hush about would make his way to Christmas and Easter services. 

Being Natsuo's sweetheart, volunteering at the church was naturally what kept your what would otherwise be boring life busy. There was always something to be done, be it a simple cleaning of the sanctuary or helping cook for the elderly's monthly bingo nights. Not only were you Natsuo's sweetheart, but you were the town's darling, working dutifully every Sunday by Natsuo's side with the church's children. You were a natural, studying early childhood education at a small, private Christian-based university just a few hours away where Natsuo had earned his pastoral ministries degree, aiming to take over the congregation when his father retired. The old ladies of the community constantly hounded you about when you and Natsuo would get married and give the church a baby to dote on. 

"After I graduate," you would say with a smile, dusting your flour-covered hands off on the aging pink apron that had to be from the 1950s before setting a timer for the hawaiian roll sliders in the ancient oven in the church’s basement kitchen. “I want to work a little, give back to the community before becoming a full time mom.” 

This was the only thing you dared fight Brother Enji on. Natsuo, two years your senior, had already been graduated for a year, and Enji had been adamant that you go ahead and marry after he had graduated, as eager as the old women that whispered to each other during bingo nights for you two to continue the Todoroki line. 

But you would not falter, stating that while you had every intention to marry Natsuo and sign your life off as a Todoroki, the least Enji could allow you was your education. You had dreamed since childhood of teaching at the school where you and Natsuo attended elementary together. You loved children, giving your all to the church children you worked with multiple times a week, but you were not at all ready for your own. You were just barely twenty-one years old; Natsuo a young and hopeful twenty-three. The thought of having children now scared you and Natsuo both. It scared you more than saying “no” to Enji.

You may not have had the loftiest goals of your small graduating class, but you were sharp and knew that education was not something Enji would take lightly. Surely, Enji wanted an educated woman as his first, and perhaps only, daughter-in-law, seeing as Shouto was likely to move across the country for college and never come back, and Fuyumi had no intentions of marrying. Touya, Enji’s oldest son with piercings and tattoos as numerous as stars in the coal dusted skies and his hair dyed black to match, was another situation entirely. 

Everyone, Touya Todoroki included, believed that he would have left by now. Touya had tried to leave, fleeing to a state university the moment he had graduated from your pitiful high school. Unsurprisingly to you and the rest of the congregation, Touya, with his undeclared major and runaway attitude, had been swept up in the party lifestyle of state school fraternities and quickly failed his way out of college. Brother Enji had been swift to bring him back home, ashamed and embarrassed at the congregation’s whisperings about what Touya had done to the Todoroki name. So here he was, Touya Todoroki, local rebel and stain on an otherwise perfect Christian family, begrudgingly coming to Easter service, listening to his father preach and watch his perfect brother, Natsuo, clean up the mess he had made of the family reputation.

You were there, naturally, front and center and practically glued to Natsuo’s side, in your pretty pink Easter dress. The pastel flowers decorating your dress seemed to float down the modestly lengthed skirt. Touya felt his blood boil, watching perfect little you with his perfect little brother listen intently to whatever biblical nonsense his father spouted off. He stretched, his suit feeling hot and tight, as though he were trying to discreetly scratch an awkward itch. You shifted in your seat, leaning slightly more into Natsuo, blissfully unaware of Touya’s hot gaze from the back row. 

Touya knew the routine, after a brief sermon to the entire congregation, his father would send you and Natsuo off to take the children to children’s church and youth group. You and Natsuo rose from your seats in the pews after Enji's final blessing on the children, your pretty skirt twirling with you as you spun to face the children. Your smile was as bright as a porch light on a Southern summer night, and the children flocked to you like little moths. They clung to your skirt and pulled you towards the door while the older kids trailed behind with Natsuo. Natsuo stood straight, as though he were a shepherd and you were his most beloved lamb. 

Touya made eye contact with his brother as you made your way down the aisle to the back of the sanctuary where he sat with Shoto. Natsuo looked at the older Todoroki with pure disgust and hatred, as though willing the gray ice of his eyes to freeze Touya to death on the spot. Touya broke the stare with his brother only to find that his bright aquamarine eyes met your own round ones just in front of him. Your brief surprise at his presence quickly melted into pity, a sad smile gracing your face, before you were swept out the door by the children.

The anger rose in Touya as you and Natsuo disappeared with the children out the back of the sanctuary. His blood boiled so hotly he felt he may burst into flames in the middle of Easter service. Before he could stop himself, Touya found himself rising from his seat. He needed a smoke, a drink, the floor to open up and swallow him down to hell like his father prayed it would. He just wanted out of the damned sanctuary. Shoto, who was feigning sleep beside Touya, cracked his eyes open to give Touya a quick glance, quirking an eyebrow in a silent question, “where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” Touya hissed. Touya knew Shoto could see straight through the outright lie, both of the youngest Todoroki's eyebrows now raised in further silent interrogation: "really?" Touya dipped his head below the back of the pew in front of them and mimed a cigarette. Shouto shrugged and closed his eyes again. Lucky for Touya, Shoto cared just as much about their father’s godly ramblings as Touya did, perhaps even less. Who would he snitch to that Touya had slipped out of Easter service for a smoke? If Shoto weren’t at least decently scared of their father, he may have even joined Touya.

Touya left the sanctuary and strolled down the hall towards the back entrance of the church, in no immediate rush to get back to his father’s sermon. He had almost made it to the back exit doors when he noticed a flash of pink fabric rustle down the stairwell to this left, accompanied by the graceful pitter-patter of your low heels against the hard stairs that led to the church basement. 

Touya didn’t mean to follow you. He really did mean to go out for a smoke. But he couldn’t help but overhear what was unmistakably your sweet, soft voice comforting who Touya guessed was one of your and Natsuo’s youths, egging him forward to eavesdrop and hoping to catch something he could one day use against you.

You and the girl from youth, a high schooler Touya would have to guess, finally arrived at an abandoned classroom in the basement.

See. There's nothing to worry about,” Touya heard you say. “If you want, I can get rid of it for you. Just go back to Natsuo and the others before they get suspicious.”

“Thank you so so much,” the girl sniffled. "But what about you?"

“Easy,” you laughed. Touya could hear your perfect smile in the gentle laugh. “Just tell them I had to stop by the restroom if they ask about me.”

"I wish I were as perfect as you," the girl said. Touya thought he would vomit.

"Nobody's perfect," you laughed. Touya thought he'd get a headache with how hard he rolled his eyes. How much more cliche can you get?

The loud scraping of the chair against the tile floor signaling that you were leaving broke Touya from his thoughts. Lucky for him, the basement hallway was dark with plenty of shadows for him to jump into as the youth girl made her way back to the stairs to join the rest of the youth. 

You had decided to stay behind for a few moments, examining something in your hands that the high schooler had given to you. When he was sure that the girl had gone back upstairs, Touya left his shadowy hiding place and slipped into the room, slamming the door behind him and clicking the lock.

You jumped up out of your seat at the sound of the door, turning quickly with a rustle of fabric and throwing your arms behind you to hide whatever it was that you were holding.

“Whatcha got there, doll?” He cocked his head to the side, as though his question were from an innocent puppy. The fire in his eyes and the smirking tugging at his face proved he was anything but.

“Oh! Nothing,” you stammered, stepping back into the table behind you as Touya stalked forward towards you.

“You sure about that?" he smirked.

It was as though the chairs parted themselves to make way for Touya.

"Drugs maybe? Ya know, if it’s weed you’re after, you can just come talk to me. I’ve got good connections still and can hook you up better than these high school wannabes. Maybe I could get ya something a little stronger even?”

You blushed at Touya’s insinuation. Your blush grew deeper, a perfect Georgia peach flush, when you realized the closeness between you two. It was the first time you got a good look at Touya. He was handsome, as all the Todoroki boys were, but there was a sharp edge to him. While Natsuo was handsome in the way that a freshly fallen snow is beautiful, Touya’s beauty resembled that of broken glass: dangerously sharp, potentially harmful, yet mesmerizingly beautiful.  

"No, it's nothing like that," you said, lifting yourself up to sit on the table in a pitiful attempt to escape him. His fierce blue eyes staring you down made you uncomfortable at the least. 

Touya didn't notice that he had reached you during his small speech until he was towering over your smaller frame, and you were scrambling to get away. You had to bend your neck back to look up at him. Touya felt a surge of power over you. This was the first time that Touya felt you were actually beneath him. Touya had gotten a taste of dominance over you, and it was something he wanted to savor and make last as long as he could.

Touya wasn’t obsessed with you in the sense that men like him typically obsess over pretty girls like you. Sure, Touya was a man with various unsatisfied needs, and he had thoughts of dreams of kissing you, of fucking you senseless. But his feelings for you went beyond just wanting to fuck you. Touya absolutely hated you and everything you represented. You were the exact opposite of him. You were actually wanted into the family by his father. You were loved by everyone you met. You were perfect, something that Touya could never begin to hope of being.

What Touya felt for you was something he’d never felt for anyone. Touya hated his family just as much if not more than they hated him. He hated your whole godforsaken town as much as they hated him. But you were different. The rage Touya felt towards you paled what he felt for his family or your hometown. He was used to being looked at like he was worthless, less than, a stain on the otherwise spotless community, and he was content with this. But you, with you perfect ways and perfect heart, never looked at him with that disgust, instead your eyes were filled with pity everytime they fell on him. Touya wanted you hurt just as much as he was hurting. He wanted to ruin you and your perfect world, and watch the pity in your eyes turn into a hate that rivaled his own. 

Touya grabbed at your wrist behind you, causing what was in your hands to clatter onto the table and bounce on the floor below you. Keeping you firm in his grasp, Touya looked down to see a pregnancy test on the floor: positive.

“Is that yours?” Touya inquired, his mouth pulled into a sneer that caused your stomach to twist with disgust.

“No,” you flatly replied.

“Okay,” Touya mused, mocking. “So if it’s not yours, then it’s the girl that just left’s?” 

“Why does it matter to you, Touya? Who are you to judge her?”

“I don’t care what the young slut does in her free time. Or should I say, who she does,” Touya laughed more at the discontentment in your face than at his crude joke. “But I know a lot of people who would care. Number one being my dad.”

“Don’t, Touya. Please don’t say anything.”

“Would you let that poor girl shoulder the blame herself?” Touya’s brilliant blue eyes were burning into yours, causing you to freeze like a deer in headlights. “Or would you help take up her cross? Isn’t that what a good little Christian girl is supposed to do? I guess you’re not really a good Christian girl though, what with all the lying and secrets. Does my brother even know about this?”

“No,” you dropped your head to break Touya’s stare. “Nobody but me and you know.”

“What are you going to do to keep it that way?”

“Touya, what do you want from me?” Your voice trembled at the thought of how Touya could wreck your reputation with just the slightest slip of his tongue. “There’s nothing I have that you could want.”

“You have so much I want and you don’t even fucking know it,” Touya growled. 

A feeling of dread rooted in you at the drop of Touya’s voice. You looked back up at Touya with wide doe eyes, blushing under his intense blue gaze. As Touya gripped your smaller wrist in his large hands he realized the one thing he wanted to see in your eyes more than hate—fear. Touya could feel himself growing hard at your fearful expression. 

Touya pushed you down onto the table so your legs dangled awkwardly off the edge and grabbed the fabric of your skirt and lifted up, exposing your white lace panties.

“What are you doing? Touya!” you exclaimed. 

“Oh lace? What a sweet surprise; though I think black would suit you more,” Touya said, ignoring you. 

“What’re you doing? Touya! Stop!”.

“You don’t want me saying anything do you? You said there’s nothing you had that I wanted. Well that’s a lie.” Touya smirked at you while pulling down your panties. “I want to wreck this sweet, perfect pussy. Now just stay still. You’ll feel so good.”

Touya hadn’t meant to take it this far. He had only meant to scare you a bit. But seeing your fearful eyes wet with tears threatening to spill over and ruin your perfect makeup was too much for him to continue holding back. He realized in that moment that his hate for you was just a sad attempt at burying the admiration he held for you at standing up to his father about marrying Natsuo so soon. He wanted to be the one to take you. You were going to be his, not Natsuo’s, but this would be the only chance he would get at having you. Touya wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity.

Touya’s long tongue flicked out against your newly exposed cunt, licking up and down from your tight hole to your sensitive clit, getting you sufficiently wet from your own growing and betraying arousal and his spit. The ball of his piercing rolled against your clit. You jumped with a small yelp and pushed your hips against him to get away, which he mistook as a sign of pleasure.

"Don't hold back, doll. I know you feel good." Touya said. You could feel his smile against your heated flesh.

You didn’t feel good, not at first. His tongue felt slimy and foreign. You weren’t used to being spread open, and your legs felt like they were going to cramp at the angle Touya had you pinned. You felt dirty, especially as you began to relax and enjoy the sensation of Touya’s tongue against you.

As the wet noises from Touya drinking in all you had to offer increased in volume, you found your hips bucking up not in an attempt to push him away but to draw him in more. Touya slipped a finger into you, and you gasped, having never been filled before. You felt like a harlot, but the pleasure Touya was giving you overtook the guilt.

“Touya, please,” you begged, praying for Touya to finish soon, that he would take your pleas as a begging for him to stop. You mostly prayed for forgiveness.

“You close, baby?” Touya asked. You nodded, despite having no idea what you were close to.

Touya inserted another finger, curling them against your wet, gummy walls as his mouth enclosed around your throbbing bud. The sound of your panting and the wet slopping noises coming from between your legs felt too loud. It was all you could hear along with the pounding of your heart.

You felt a twisting in your gut as Touya’s finger quickened their pace. It was like a knot forming deep within you that was threatening to break, stretched too taunt at your tensing muscles. Touya lavished you in sweet praises as he continued eating your dripping pussy, humming against your clit how good you taste.

That was all it took for the knot to break. Touya finally released his grip on your thighs to allow your legs to close tight around his head. Your inner muscles sporadically twitched around Touya’s fingers, attempting to milk him. Your vision grew hazy, and you couldn’t hear anything outside the distant voice of Touya egging you on as you rode out your very first orgasm on his face.

When you had finally come down from your high, you noticed Touya supporting your legs as they trembled around his head.

“Did you feel good?” Touya asked, sickening smirk still plastered on his face.

You only had the energy to nod.

“I guess you aren’t so perfect after all. I mean look at ya, doll, cumming all over your boyfriend’s brother’s face.” Touya chuckled as you turned away, face burning in shame.

How could you face Natsuo? As you turned away from Touya a poster of the Ten Commandments mocked you. You had no hope after breaking the seventh, “Thou shall not commit adultery”. You began to cry at the thought of betraying Natsuo. Even if it wasn’t originally by choice, you were still, in your mind, an adulteress. Never being one to keep your own secrets, you feared that you were also breaking the ninth commandment, “thou shall not bear false witness”, through lie by omission. 

“So is she keeping it or what?”  Touya’s unexpected question brought you out of your self loathing.

“What?” you replied, not understanding what Touya was referring to, brain still foggy from your first orgasm.

“That girl. She keeping the baby? Or is she ya know?” “I don’t know,” you slowly said.

“Would you keep it?” Touya pressed.

“Yes, of course,” you replied in your perfect godly manner, despite just having your boyfriend’s brother’s face buried in your cunt while Easter service continued in the sanctuary above.

“Even if it were mine?” Touya asked, taking you off guard.

“I don’t know what you—“

Before you had time to question him further, Touya had pressed the tip of his cock into you.

“No no. Touya please don’t. Please.” You cried, trying to piece together when he found the time to undo his pants.

You had already given away so much of your body away to Touya and felt yourself growing sick at the thought of Touya taking away what you and Natsuo fought to save for marriage.

“Now I know it’s big, much bigger than my fingers, but you’ll get used to it.” Touya grunted as he pushed himself to the hilt, hips flush against yours. You gasped at how full you felt, and your muscles squeezed around his cock at the larger intrusion, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Hey, hey. Just relax,” Touya said. “Didn’t I just make you feel good?”

You cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, as Touya fucked into you, his thick cock hitting every nerve. You clutched at Touya’s arms, nails digging into his tattooed skin as you tried to find purchase. The stretch to accommodate Touya burned and the slap of his skin against yours stung. With each heavy thrust, the head of Touya’s cock knocked on your cervix, as though he were the beloved asking to cum in. 

Eventually the pain subsided into pleasure and your sobs quieted into sniffles before turning into soft moans. Your tears had dried, leaving your makeup remarkably intact.

Touya pressed a hand against your mouth in an attempt to muffle the noises spilling out of you.

"I bet you thought your first time would be perfect, didn't you?" Touya punctuated the thought with a particularly hard thrust that had your body jerking like a ragdoll. “Bet you thought your first time would be with Natsuo. Slow, soft, perfect love making, right?” Another rough thrust that would have thrown you off the small table had it not been for Touya’s other hand holding a fast grip on your hips to keep you pinned 

You answered with a sniffle and moan, and turned your head away from him to hide your tears.

“Well, princess, we don’t have the time for that shit,” Touya laughed, noticing the fat tears threatening to roll down your flushed cheeks and effectively ruin your makeup.

"I may not be perfect, doll, but I'm still pretty good, right?"

You turned your head back to Touya, blushing furiously at the hungry look in his turbulent eyes and hating yourself for how your body had reacted to his touch. The knot in your stomach was forming again, making you desperate for release. Touya laughed as you involuntarily pulsed around him, your body’s traitorous attempt at pulling him in deeper. 

"Just hang on, doll. It'll be over soon." Touya leaned down to trail hungry kisses along your neck and jaw, nipping here and there at the modest amount of exposed flesh on the top half of your body.

You whimpered at how cool Touya’s wet kisses felt against your heated skin. With no real strength in your body, you weakly wrapped your arms around the back of Touya’s neck, desperate for something to hold on to as you and Touya quickly approached your ends.

As his thrusts lost their rhythm and became more desperate, Touya’s hand left your mouth to join its twin at your hips. Touya lifted your hips slightly, giving himself deeper access into you. The new angle had your head spinning and you cried as you felt the knot once again threatening to break.

“Just like that, doll,” Touya chanted as he rolled his hips into yours, pelvic bone hitting against your clit with each roll of his hips. Your warm, wet walls squeezing around him in waves like an earthquake had him toppling over the edge, spilling hot white into you, causing you, in turn, to follow him off that ledge.

Touya laid his heavy body over you, propping himself on his forearms so as not to crush you. You took a moment to regain your breath before reality came crashing down on you.

Touya assaulted you, and you enjoyed it. Touya took away your first time, and you let him. You didn’t fight him back hard enough. You didn’t want to fight him back. You fucked your boyfriend’s brother and loved it.

You started crying, kicking and beating at Touya to push him off of you. 

“Get away from me!” you cried. You sat up painfully straight and clutched at the fabric of your dress at your chest.

Touya chuckled seeing you act like a feral kitten. He tucked himself back in and fixed his pants, acting like nothing had happened. 

“You better hurry up before Natsuo asks where you were. You’re smart I’m sure you’ll come up with some lie, you perfect little sinner.” Touya winked and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before exiting the room to join Shoto back in the sanctuary where their father was sure to be finishing up his sermon, leaving you to sit in confusion at what had just transpired between the two of you. 

You wept.

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[tilkikedi-blog]

I'm very glad I brought up interesting points, I was worried I was becoming a pest. I'm so glad that you are willing to discuss these ideas with me, because they have been on my mind.

Tangent #1

I should probably go back through season 3, as I don't remember seeing Rapheal as an antagonist. (To be completely fair, I might just be miss-remembering, and now having Rapheal as a sprited character it is influencing my opnion.) But I feel like I always interpreted Rapheal as similar to Lucifer in being strict and aggressive. So when his more "antagonistic" actions were presented I didn't read it as antagonism, but rather "oh, he's like Walmart Lucifer."

I can definatly see what you are talking about in the season 3 epilougue though. There's a lot of unsaid tension in the scene. But I think that brings us to another issue the writers tend to have with "writing as they go." Where they might genuinely intend for the game to go one direction by the end of one season, but it gets slightly changed once the next season has begun. (Also the little rehtocns and inconsistencies scattered about the game)

Tangent #2

I did not hear about Thirteen's reception to Japon, I've only followed the American reaction. Which, there were some people who were NOT happy. But now I'm curious as to how the Japaneese fandom responded.

I would love for Thirteen to get more dynamics with the rest of the characters. Rapheal and Mestipho have the benefit of having previous relationships with the rest of the cast before they were introduced. But at the time Thirteen only had Solomon as a dynamic. But I am definatly looking forward to her gaining more dynamics, like they introduced with Barbatos.

I definatly agree that they seem to be doing a tsundere approach with Mephisto, especially considering the interactions between him and Thirteen. The little Stan vs Anti-Stan thing is kinda funny to me.

Honestly, just RIP to Raphela this season, I hope next season does him better. But were gonna have to wait and see. I honestly don't think the next season can fix this plot twist, but they might add something that will make it better? (Probably not)

Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to guess this plottwist. The "hints" given don't feel like hints. I'm wondering if maybe there were possibly more "hints" that were lost in translation (im thinking something like formality. I dont know how formal Micheal and Rapheal speak compared to each other, but maybe if one was more formal that could have hinted). But even then it really feels out of nowhere.

Can't believe Micheal is a theatre kid.

Tangent #3

I agree with your purpose of the HL/unlockables. And I also agree that filler should be kept to a minimum (keep that shit in the events).

In my personal opinion, the unlockables(A,B,C) are easier to unlock, and therefore more "vaulable" information can be placed there. Things like world building, or important character moments. 65-A is a pretty good example of what I would expect in unlockables. It gives the audience more information about Simeon, and also serves a good character moment for Lucifer.

For Hard Lessons, I would want the focus to be on the characters not in the main plot. A brief look at what some of the other characters are doing/how they are feeling about the main plot. (Mephisto and Thirteen bar scene would be a good example).

I would have to think a lot more about which information is so "valuable" that it must be presented in normal lessons. But I am going to say any plottwist should probably be in the main story.

(S2 is also my least favorite, however my issues are more with how little the character arcs do.)

Most importanly: The Micheal Rant(TM)

First, The "Nice" Micheal rant:

Micheal isn't evil. He's just sad (like all the other angels) that his brothers left him.

I presume that the nameless voice from season 2 and 3 is Micheal, and he shows regret about loosing the brothers. I think he cares about the brothers, and it even shows a little bit in Nightbringer.

We get in season 3, from Luke, that Micheal is just sad and misses the brothers. He is in permanent sad Boi mode.

He states in season 2 he would make different choices if he could redo things. He's just a sad little (pathetic) boy.

I think a lot of people attribute any bad action from the Celestial Relam to Micheal, when it's more likely coming from Him (Father).

Did Micheal or Father humanize Simeon? I would vote Father based on Simeon's reaction to the Boogeyman in season 3. (Plus with Micheal's precious statements in Season 2, which he says he would redo actions)

Did Micheal or Father start the Celestial War? Who knows. But are you going to tell me that this sad little man, who is just a clingy little boy, started a war with his brothers? That feels counter-productive.

I do not feel like Micheal is that bad of a guy. He is a person, he makes perosn mistakes. But he doesn't seem evil the way a lot of the fandom seems to talk about him. I see a lot of posts that paint Micheal as someone who made the brother's lives horrible. And I just don't buy that.

And now for the "mean" rant:

Everyone needs to stop projecting their Religious Tramua onto Micheal. I feel fuckin gaslight by this fandom sometimes, cause every scene with Micheal is just "sad little baby," and then I look at the fandom and it's just a sea of "evil evil icky man."

I've read too many theories and characters analysis and fanfictions where Michela is Evil. I can read between the lines, I know it religious trmaua I can sense it. It doesn't need to be here, it needs to be in a therapy office, not the character analysis. Please take it out of the character analysis.

The amount of fanfiction I have read that is supposedly "cannon compliant" and yet Micheal is over here abusing Luke. I dont think Micheal is abusing Luke, he's too busy being sad (that's a season 3 plotline).

Like, yeah the brothers probably didn't like Micheal in the Celestial Relam, but more in a way that you don't like your boss. Not in a culty way.

Like this fandom paints his ass as despicable, not even like morally grey. And I'm just sitting here like "are we playing the same game, where the fuck did you get THAT from??"

No but fr fuck that Hard lesson, Raphael stans keep losing I guess 👎👎👎

[thefanficmonster]

Never Satisfied [Teaser]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language (possibly more?)

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this criminal is stealing my fires, what the fuck?!“

Life is a rollercoaster, it always has been. One moment he feels at the top of the world and the very next he’s upside down at the bottom, wishing the ride would come to a stop as soon as possible. Things that shouldn’t be difficult, things average people would consider the norm to him were the equivalent of walking on glass, each step sending shocks of pain throughout his body, anxiety pumping his blood with adrenaline that provoked his fight or flight response. And after choosing ‘fight’ so many times, he’s more than prepared to choose ‘flight’.

But as he sits in the Walmart parking lot, he’s talking himself out of that habit of running from discomfort. He doesn’t want to battle it either, he just wants to face it and prove he’s strong enough to defeat it if he tried. Well, anxiety is laughing in his face right now, mocking him by the shaking of his hands and the tight sensation in his gut and throat. He’s here for what’s supposed to be just a quick shopping trip. Just to buy a few things! That’s all he has to do. However, he can’t bring himself to get out of his beige Subaru and walk into the store. 

I’m just hungry, right? Or maybe tired, he thought to himself.

That’s what everyone told him - that anxiety was caused by something simple to solve but hard to realize when your mind is in a frenzy. He’s planning on getting something to eat to calm his nerves. If that doesn’t work, to hell with it. He has been improvising plan B’s all his life, this wouldn’t be anything new. 

With a shaky sigh Corpse looks at his radio, switching stations until his luck smiles at him when he comes across a BONES song and turns it up just enough to not overwhelm his senses. He has been needing some kind of a distraction all day, why not gravitate to the one thing that felt real, as if sent to save him from the mess within his head. Putting the car into drive, he pulls out of the parking lot and into the nearest fast food drive thru. A plain burger with cheese so his stomach doesn’t act up, fries and an unsweetened tea. 

This will have to do.  He isn’t even hungry, and the thought of the greasy food only made his stomach churn worse but he knew he needed to eat something in hopes of it having the effects he was told it would have - magically cure his overwhelmingly hard to handle anxiety.

Once he got his food, he returned to the department store lot and parked in a far back spot. He has opened the paper bag to dig his food out, grimacing at all the grease and the smell of the cheap meal that wasted no time invading his car. He really isn’t hungry, but he hasn’t eaten all day and he’s aware of the toll the lack of food is taking on his system. He knows better than to work against himself in a moment like this when his mind is already working against him.

Chomping down on a fry, Corpse savors the salt as it hits his tongue and takes a moment to let his shoulders loosen and hang low. Something about the salt and fat seemed to make his body feel better. He tosses his head back slightly as he flicks a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes, reaching into the bag and grabbing another fry.

He’s been content with sitting in his car, eating and trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up under his ribs and in his throat. There’s a sense of peace to it and to the loneliness of it. He doesn’t mind being alone, though. That’s how he prefers to be actually. Dwelling on that thought too long has had the tendency to kill even the smallest spec of a positive energy he possessed in the past so he avoids it for his own peace of mind. The feeling of his heart thundering in his chest to nothing more than his own unconscious is being muffled by the soft rap music coming from the car speakers, him having chosen to pay attention to that instead.

Corpse is so engrossed in his attempts of maintaining this peace that he fails to notice the person approaching his car at a rapid pace. He’s left completely unbothered until one of the backseat doors is yanked open and someone is diving inside, shaking the vehicle. 

“What th-..” He shouts, startled out of the peaceful bubble he had created around himself. 

“Hey, how's it going? Sorry to interrupt your dinner. I'm just avoiding somebody, so don’t mind me!” A slightly out of breath female voice answers from the backseat. But before he could bring himself to turn around and demand this girl get out of his car, fear takes hold of him, closing his throat and drowning his words in the sea of questions and anxiety rising from deep within his chest. 

Ok, breathe. This is weird. There’s a stranger in my car, but she doesn’t appear harmful. Just breathe, stay calm. Fuck, is that a fucking cop car?! 

His shaky hand is barely capable of holding the burger as his wide eyes follow the movements of the vehicle. The patrol car in question slowly drives through each aisle of the parking lot, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. He feels himself unable to blink nor breath as the car creeps closer and closer. He has already broken into a nervous sweat, head spinning with all the possible outcomes - none of which bode well for him.

How am I gonna explain this shit?! There’s no way they’ll believe that she just dove into my car. They’ll think I’m an accomplice. I’ll go to jail. God knows if I’ll get out. I’ll die in there. Oh fuck, I’ll die in there.

He inhales sharply, trying not to hyperventilate, all his muscles tensing before a slap to his arm shook him out of it, “Could you look any more suspicious?! Fuckin’ act cool!”

He nods automatically and looks down at his lap, like he’s trying to find a napkin before taking a quick sip of his tea in attempts to look natural. The liquid promptly went down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke and go in a fit of coughs which he suppressed with his baggy hoodie sleeve. 

The cop passed by, eyeing the man in the car before making a turn to go down another row of parking spots, allowing Corpse to finally peek his gaze upwards to check if the guy was finally gone when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “Thanks dude, you saved my ass.” 

He hadn’t noticed at first but as he turned to look behind him he saw a bare arm reaching from the back seat, dipping into the paper bag and taking one of his fries. Before he could comprehend it, the girl had climbed up over the center console as the police car pulled out of the parking lot and left. 

Only now is he able to get a real look at the woman who is a potential criminal and went into his car. She isn’t tall but not short either. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that are ripped around her knees and upper thighs and have little occult symbols drawn on them, peace signs and even an occasional tiny dinosaur - the majority, if not all, probably a DIY project of hers by the looks of it. She’s also sporting a sleeveless top with the sides cut open to show most of her waist. Under that, a black sports bra and a tattoo are visible - the tattoo extending from her back to her ribs just slightly. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a loose and rather messy hairdo, every strand going in its own direction as if she couldn’t be bothered by it. Looking down he sees the pair of black combat boots she has on. They look to be well taken care of and loved. A glint of a septum piercing attracts his attention when he notices it reflecting the ugly yellow light of the parking lot street lamps. 

She’s pretty. 

His cheeks flush a little in the darkness as he dumps the remainder of his food back into the bag, noting she was taking another one of his fries before he looked away, swallowing nervously when he feels her gaze on him. 

Before he could speak, however, she had already taken another one of his fries, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“W-why...are you in my car?” His voice showed off his confusion as well as the rising levels of his anxiety, his brow furrowed as he tries to remain cool and calm. 

“Hiding from the police...obviously.” She responds in a ‘duh’ tone as if she were pointing out something very simple and ordinary.

“Bu-...Alright...I guess. You should stop stealing my food though.” He finally mumbles, putting the paper bag into the back seat and catching a brief whiff of the perfume she has on as he turns to do so. 

He’s been alone so long, people have grown to terrify him. Public places terrify him, so it’s no surprise he stays inside for as long as he can. He hasn’t been this close to someone in months. Not since his ex left. She was just...another human being. Another one to leave. Nothing new to him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise nor a disappointment to him but he couldn’t not feel distraught over it for a while after it happened. He couldn’t help but hope she would….nevermind.

She grins - her smile a little spark of light in this lonely little world that is his life. Everyone around him always looked so damn happy. How come he never felt the happiness for himself?

He shifts back into his seat, fingers fiddling with the zipper on his black hoodie, avoiding her gaze as much as possible while still trying to take subtle glances at her. He feels uncomfortably like a teenager at that moment, stumbling his way through a conversation with a girl way too pretty to be talking to him.

“I bet you hear this all the time, but you should do like, audio books or voice acting or somethin’. You’ve got a rad voice to narrate some Steven King or Dean Koontz. Bram Stoker's Dracula would be sick, or some kind of devil or demon character.” She offers, grinning again as she steals another fry despite the bag now being in the back and shifts to reach into her back pocket, the sound of her wallet chain hitting the side of his car door echoes throughout the enclosed space of the car. She pulls out a couple dollars and slaps them onto his dashboard, “anyway, for the fries. Annnd for letting me hide in your car. Don’t go spending it all in one place.” She pushes the door of the Subaru open, winking at him and sliding one leg out. “Thanks for keepin’ the fuzz off of me, see ya Hades!” She jokes teasingly, slapping the roof of his car before closing the door and practically skipping off in the opposite direction of the one the cop went in. 

Corpse parts his lips, blinking slowly before looking at the department store and back towards the slowly shrinking figure of the girl. His head is spinning again, for different reasons now.

“What the hell just happened....?” He pauses for a lingering second before his voice turns sharp and a distressed look crosses his face, “Fuck, what did I need from the store?!”

[bondsmagii]

hi i have a special interest in CWC, which is fantastic considering how much of the story involves anti-autistic violence, but anyways one time i gave an in-person infodump lecture about mostly an overview and some of my favorite details. it was 9 hours long. my friends let me talk at them for 9 hours straight about sonichu jfc and they still like me??? i hang out with only legends

god that is an irony but honestly absolute respect to you and also proof that the special interest chooses the person and not the other way around. I went into this because I'm a slut for drama but now I find myself literally incapable of looking away like. it's horrifying but intensely compelling. I cannot imagine how much more accursed information you must be in possession of and once I'm done with this documentary I might have to insist you hit me up for intense and scholarly reviewal.

also I absolutely love how a brief overview was 9 hours long. I can fully imagine this because I tried to summarise a third of one of these 59 videos and it took me five solid minutes of constant talking without interruption, so I can easily see how this happens. every detail I gave, I had to give like three other details to contextualise it, and at this point I think I'm just going to invest in a whiteboard for handy diagrams.

I just got done with Part 16, so I'm just past the Battle of the Chrises and Liquid Chris's dramatic kidnapping video. what is with that kid btw he does a freakishly good imitation of Chris like, it's not just the voice style but also the inflection and speech style... my man could be a fucking voice actor like honestly. anyway at the moment Chris Chan is applying for jobs at Walmart and has been advised by some gal-pals to refrain from drawing Sonichu on the applications this time. I'm riveted.

[bumblebaubles]

marvel series rankings (so far)

falcon& the winter soldier: sigh, ok. me, as a black person in america, i feel as if i was obligated to like it. The social commentary was a bit too on the nose for me. (since its a franchise like marvel i can get how they probably didnt want too too much ambiguity for these issues because they could do serious damage if they didnt draw clear boundaries for what they do/dont support) But,additionally, i dont think i cared about the characters enough before hand to really get into this series. Bucky is super popular on here, but he never really caught my attention. falcon was cool, i liked seeing more of him, but i dont think much about him either. to his credit, he is one of the more sympathetic, likeable characters, most of the reason i even got as far as i did into the show was because of him. but another thing that led me to tune out was the stakes of the show. The stakes weren’t all that high, or as high as they used to be in marvel. and i mean i get it, theres only so many times the world can end or a place can be threatened before no one really cares. but because of the relatively low stakes, it was mostly carried by the characters, which as a i previously mentioned, i did not care deeply about before. around the time the walmart captain america went awol and started fighting the doramilage i tuned out. maybe i’ll try and finish it sometime

hawkeye: hawkeye was cute. i thoroughly enjoyed the dynamic between our main characters. it was a spiderman type of wholesome. disgruntled vet, starry eyed newcomer. teamwork. family. shennanigans. there were a few things the show did cleverly i appreciated. in the first minute of dialogue its established that kate bishop is rich but not spoiled.”dont forget about the charity gala””oh god you know those galas are stupid” “i know helping the community is so bad” “you know thats not what i meant” or whatever. she excelled at a lot of sports, is a carefree spirit and not very responsible.hell, she breaks a monument on a dare. yet, throughout the show, she starts to mature without losing her optimism. she’s put under pressure and she doesn’t break. hawkeye has a pretty good arc too, learning to forgive himself, trying to move on. i dug it.

wandavision: i know, i know, blasphemous. but i didnt really care about wanda before the show started im sorrryyyyy. The show made me care more about her by the end though, it was a really good show.  apparently there were some fanservice moments i missed, like since i didnt finish agents of shield i didnt get any satisfaction from seeing those characters, had no idea who they were. While i thought monica was a good antithesis to wanda i think her superhero arc was rushed. The mystery element of the show??? phenomenal??? the plot twists?? exceptional???i think i enjoyed the buildup more than the finale. by the time vision had that talk with the other vision, and wanda started trauma dumping I thought it was pretty cool, just shortlived. the joy is in the journey, not the destination

moon knight: moon knight slayed i cannot front. i really loved their depiction of tarwett ( i’ll figure out if i spelled queen’s name right). they did a good job of setting up marc and steven. one user pointed out how by getting viewers to sympathize with steven first he wont be seen as the alter that gets in the way of marks hero work, he wont be seen as dispensable. which yes, he did break my heart on multiple occasions marvel is paying for my therapy. but marc, marc was also bringing a lot to the table. not gonna lie, i felt like layla was a bit rushed in at first but I started vibing with her when her father was brought up. The brief few times he was mentioned i really did sense how much he meant to her. I already mentioned tarwett but tarwett is a queen i stan. konshu is a asshole and i did have a like/dislike relationship with her character. he was so manipulative and selfish to marc, but in a way i appreciate how it was steven, the sweetone, the earned his respect. even though his respect doesnt really mean much like hes still hella shady. the end, once again, i liked it. i didnt love it. i just thought it was good. but the next one, this next one left me wanting more

LOKI: now loki.... loki.... loki is that bitch. point blank. argue with a wall, a lamp, a rug idc. the premise was already so cool. and even though i didnt care about loki as a character before this show, the circumstances and situations he was put in made him compelling to watch. he was a character that had to hear about how he lost everything, and became a better person, without ever experiencing it. he had nothing left for him ,no purpose, no family, no life ti escape back to. but the bonds he made with  sylvie and morbius worked in a organic way to help loki realise his worth or his ‘purpose’ and i actually really dug the finale. it had me STRESSED let me tell you. This show was really well done honestly. seething and fiending for season 2 

[justalokifanaccount]

Episode 4-Play by Play Reactions (Spoilers)

(I accidentally spoiled a major part for myself by browsing tumblr after the episode aired but before I watched it because I’m dumb)

I’m watching this on my TV and not my phone this time so I’m excited

Previously on… the show I’ve been obsessed with months before it released. As if I need reminding lol.

Friggin marvel opening gotta remind me of Tony snapping every episode

Interesting watching this on my flatscreen cuz the show is wide screen

Oh asgard!

Little Sylvie!

Oh my gosh that would be horrifying as a kid… she just got kidnapped pretty much

“Crimes against the sacred timeline” oh for cripes sake she’s just a kid!

Oh my gosh this would be terrifying

Oh is this when Renslayer was still a hunter

Clever girl!!! She escaped before even being sentencing

There’s a lot more to Renslayer I bet

TIME KEEPERS BABY

Space lizards finna meet the business end of a pruner

Mobius yay!!!!! I’ve missed him!

And what’s so bad with different branches?

Oh is that hunter locked up?

Oh nvm

That “how?” from Mobius is the closest thing we will get to hearing him say “wow” in this show and that makes me sad.

Dawn of the Final Day

Aha iconic promo scene!

Serious Loki moment?

“The universe wants to break free so it manifests chaos like me being born the goddess of mischief.”

I don’t believe C-20 is actually dead

Soooo does Loki not still have the tesseract? Or are we gonna get a silly clown Loki moment of “OHHHH I FORGOT I HAD THIS.”

“Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we’re destined to lose?”

“No. We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don’t die. We survive.”

Please don’t romance them

This is sweet and sad

Don’t kiss please don’t

What set them off? How did they find him?

He really should have an equal amount of security

Mobius shut up.

Bad friend? Oops

Uh oh

TELL HIM THE TRUTH LOKI DO IT

Oh? Asgard?

Uh oh

Lmao

Bully Sif

Ouch

Poor Loki

Ohhhhhh lmao time loop of being beaten up by Sif… ouchie

Cmon Loki fight back.

Or break her mind lol

Loki don’t fall for it— ahhhh ok

Ouchie

Controlling woman huh

Easiest to break huh? Shut up Ravonna

Titans? (Lmao please tell me they arrested a variant Thanos)

Vampires??? Hinting at a Blade reboot????

Hunter B-15 knows something is up

Oh my gosh Loki real moment confessing to Sif “because I’m scared of being alone.”

Genuine or??? Is she gonna throw him? Poor Loki…. “You are alone. And you always will be.”

Mobius you scumbag. That’s literally torture.

Mobius shut up

Mobius shut up. You don’t know the real Loki.

Oh so even they don’t know what caused it

Now Loki is lying just to avoid being hit by Sif

Oh no. He thinks she’s gone. Loki can’t lie very well when he’s sad.

No not swooning… please don’t ship them I beg you.

Not romance please stop no.

MOBIUS SHUT THE HELL UP

Please don’t make it romantic please please please please

SHES NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND PLEASE SHUT UP

YEA LOKI TELL HIM THE TRUTH

Maybe he had a family, a life… maybe… maybe a jetskii?

Mobius shut up.

Shut up about “girlfriend”

Yea Mobius. Let it stew. You’re a liar.

That Hunter B-15 is onto something.. OH YEA SHE WAS ENCHANTED FOR A BRIEF MOMENT TOO

SHE MUST BE REMEMBERING SOMETHING

Theremin. Nice.

Odd music choice for a date I gotta say.

How much older is Owen Wilson than Gugu Mbatha Raw? (Googling) Owen Wilson is 52… Gugu is 38

Mobius is onto something. But I’m still mad at him.

“What we do here matters.” Doubt

Friendzoned

What trophy?

Oh the sword

SNEAKY MOBIUS SWITCHING THE REMOTES NYAHAHAHA

He’s not the best liar tho

For all time. Always. Doubt

She knows he’s lying.

Hunter B-15 interrogating Sylvie at Roxxcart

Yea Sylvie tell her!

FRIENDS? Please?

Oh my gosh poor Hunter B-15…

Hug?

Team up?

Yay???

Damn C-20 really is dead?

Funny with all that technology but that video looks like my old handheld game from like 2010 that I bought from Walmart.

Mobius having an existential crisis. Good.

Please stop hinting at a romance between them…

Friends yay!

Renslayer you scum…

Uh oh

Maybe he had a Jet Skii!

NO

NO

LOKI JUST LOST ANOTHER FRIEND

Renslayer I will revel in your demise

“But she’s just doing her job.” Shut up. She saw what Hunter C-20 said…

Loki is crying again… he just made another friend and he’s gun… HE NEEDS TO COME BACK. If Mobius is gone forever I will never forgive the TVA.

Awww she asked if he’s okay… I’m still praying only friends. Please nothing more.

What was the event? Come on Renslayer. You remember you crap hole.

Oh my. Time keepers??? Aha this IS where the stairs on the wall and a fight breaks out.

Lmao that one time keeper sounds like a dopey dog from a cartoon.

YEA HUNTER B-15 I LOVE YOU

Oh that’s how Loki gets that cut

Now he has a sword babyyyy

Renslayer I hate you

Loki help her!

Oh nvm she’s good

Child of the time keepers?

I KNEW IT

JUST ROBOT PUPPETS!!! ITS ALL A TRICK

So… who’s really in control???

Seeing Loki in this blue light… cmon give me Jötunn Loki.

Where’s hunter b-15?

Don’t confess love pease I beg you

Please please please don’t romance them. For all that is good in this world.

Oh gosh

Hug?

Please just hug

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHAT????

PRUNE HER DO IT

Loki?????

What???? NOOOOO

HE CANT BE GONE!!! We still haven’t gotten that scene where he has the flaming sword!!!!!!!! Pruning HAS to not kill them please!!!!!!!!!

Dammit I KNEW something would happen. They had their backs turned to them and it was too quiet.

LOKI BETTER NOT BE GONE I SWEAR TO GOD MY HEART CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH AGGHHHHHHHHH

I’ve seen him die too many damn times agahahshehhdheiebdusienenridiehehejd

And now the credit song has love in it

I really really hope they don’t have some sort of self-cest between Loki and Sylvie…

POST CREDIT SCENE WHAT????

LOKI YES

OH MY GOSH THANK GOD HES ALIVE

Oh

My

Gosh

MY JAW JUST DROPPED

ALL THE OTHER LOKIS

SO WHAT THE HELL DOES PRUNING DO?????

WE GOT KID LOKI, BLACK LOKI, OLD COMIC LOKI, AND EVEN A FRIGGIN CROCODILE LOKI LIKE WHAT???????

And what is black loki (I feel bad for calling him just that but I don’t know his name DX) holding? And what is old comic Loki holding?

What is this place that looks apocalyptic??? Why are they all here?

WHAT IS HAPPENING

THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE YET AGGHHHHHHHHH

SO IS MOBIUS STILL ALIVE THEN????

IS EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN PRUNED STILL ALIVE?

Is each pruned person sent to a place with all the other variants of themselves???

I HAVE TOO MANY QUESTIONS

NO WONDER TOM HIDDLESTON SAID POOR LOKI IN THESE EPISODES

My biggest concerns now are: how on earth are they going to wrap this up in only two more episodes? And PLEASE DONT ROMANCE SYLVIE AND LOKI!!! I mean, I get it… if Loki should fall in love who better than his parallel. She’s different enough from him to have it not be too weird I guess, but it’s still a variant version of him. And it seems a little too forced. Like sure a crush maybe, but don’t you dare say love when they’ve only known each other for like a couple days.

My mind is melting. I’m so glad I waited to watch this in the morning instead of at night so I could appreciate it in all its glory.

BUT NOW I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK AGGHHHHHHH

Oh and is Hunter B-15 okay? We saw her get knocked down but that was it. She didn’t appear in the rest of the fight.

AND WHO MADE THE TIME KEEPERS????

IS IT KANG? IS IT…… MEPHISTO??? WHOOOOOOOOOOOO?????

Gonna go browse tumblr to cry and reblog gifs from the episode to help me cope until next week.