#i will say that i don't think it's coke i think it is finely ground sea salt and somehow that's worse

[lovevalley45]

#fictober24 - day twenty-two

"Why are we doing this again?"

original fiction (dungeons and dragons) (continuation of yesterday's prompt)

word count: 1464

tw: implied drug use (for comedic purposes)

Of all the things Darius could be doing on a Friday night, hanging at a house full of business majors was far from his favorite. 

He could have been meeting up with his friends to hear about the latest drama they were all getting up to. He could have been at home with his cat, Olea, and a National Geographic documentary. Hell, he could have been stuck at one of Dr. Vallus' boring soirées, schmoozing professors and drinking free champagne. 

Yet, he was here, watching the crowd. 

Beside him, Cassandra nudged his shoulder. "That's him." 

Darius eyed the group of people that had just walked in, talking with one another. "Which one?" 

"That guy." She gestured towards a skinny guy with long, blonde hair. He had a face that annoyed him on sight. 

"Really? That guy?" 

"Don't judge my taste," Cassandra said. 

"Well, you roped me into helping you get one over on this guy, so I can judge all I want." Darius turned to her. "Seriously, why are we doing this again? Do you really care about this guy that much?" 

She looked down into her beer, as if the narrow neck of the bottle was easier to face than his gaze. "Call me prideful. Or spiteful. But it's not that he pretended I don't exist. That professor already hates me, and he makes it so much worse." 

He took another look at him - Galsariad, or whatever his dumb name. There weren’t many people he hated on sight, but he had pretentious, trust fund kid vibes that set off warning bells in his head. He’d spent too much time in private school as the only kid there on a scholarship, both the only Black kid and the only kid from the backwoods. Fuck it, he decided. “Yeah. Screw this guy.” 

“See, I knew you’d get it.” Cassandra stood on her toes, even though she already looked over the heads of everyone else in the room. “Where’d Milo go?” 

“He’s probably taken my car and ditched us,” Darius said. 

She shot him a withering look. “He knows his part in our plan.” 

“Doesn’t mean he’ll want to participate.” 

Cassandra rolled her eyes, but he knew she agreed. Darius didn’t understand why she’d picked Milo to be their man to drag Gal away from his friends. Though he hated the guy on principle, he could’ve seduced him away. In fact, he was ready to, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie as she continued to look around. 

“Okay, please don’t take my mortal enemy to bed,” she said. “Milo will come through.” 

He still had his doubts. But it wasn’t long until Milo appeared. He touched Gal on the arm, saying something that neither of them could hear over the music. As Gal nodded and headed off, Milo shot them a look. It didn’t take much interpretation to know what he was thinking - You so owe me. 

As they waited for an appropriate time to pass before they could follow him, Darius asked, “What’d you tell him to say again?” 

“Try to sell him coke,” Cassandra said casually. 

He nearly choked on his beer. “What?” 

“What? This is why I sent Milo to do. He looks like a preppy guy with access to coke. You look like you deal weed.”

“Rude.” 

“The earthy, hoodie-wearing, slacker vibes you give off don’t help you there,” Cassandra told him. “Even if I know that you’re a snob for a good wine and… have you ever even smoked weed?” 

“There was that one time Zenith came over when you weren’t home,” he mumbled. 

“Oh my God,” she said. “Why did you never tell me that?” 

“Later.” Darius threw back the rest of his beer. “Let’s go.” 

The crowd parted as the two of them walked towards the stairs. He had scouted out the house earlier and determined where Milo should lure Gal: a bedroom of one of the house’s inhabitants that was left unprotected, but had an air of college boyness that would kill the mood for any potential hook-ups. It made him wish that Cassandra had one of the scented candles she’d lit around the apartment in her purse, but he doubted she had considered that in her planning. 

Besides, committing arson was not in their plan. He wasn’t a chemistry major, but he figured some of the fumes in that room must have been combustible. 

When they stepped into the hall, Darius let Cassandra lead the charge. Being in the trajectory of her wrath was not his idea of a good time. 

She wasted no time heading to the room they'd designated for their confrontation and opened the door. "Hey, boo. Miss me?" 

Darius peered into the room to catch Gal's surprised face. He pitied him for what was going to come. Only a little

As Cassandra walked in, he followed and shut the door, standing in front of it. He wasn't very good in a physical fight, but he looked deceptively imposing enough that he would take standing guard. 

"What the hell?" Gal asked. 

Milo looked up from the desk, putting on his best innocent face. And- 

"Milo!" Cassandra cried, taking in the lines of white powder on the desk. "I didn't think you actually had cocaine on you!" 

Somehow, Darius found it hard to be surprised. Of all the things Milo could be up to behind their backs, dealing drugs was the tamest possibility. 

Their roommate merely shrugged. "I didn't do any. Designated driver, remember?" 

Gal backed up as Cassandra started rifling through her purse. "What is going on here?" 

She pulled out her tablet. "You are getting blackmailed."

Darius leaned forward. "I don't think you're supposed to tell people when they're getting blackmailed." 

Milo agreed silently, having dropped into the desk chair to spectate. He had a feeling that he'd gone along with their plan because he wanted to see just how things would unfold. 

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought the same. 

Gal sat on the edge of the bed, hands laid in his lap. "Well. What do you know?" 

"I know that you forged your letters to get into Waterdeep University's masters' program. I did some sniffing around - you know, you should tell Dr. Teflon to get a better lock on her office door-" Cassandra tapped on her tablet. "Your professors at Jigow State - wonderful school, I nearly considered it - say you never consulted them for a recommendation." She turned her tablet out. "Why did you lie?" 

"You're insane," he said. 

Unfortunately, Darius kinda had to agree with him there. He had no clue how Cassandra retrieved that information, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask. 

"I'm right. I can prove it, and I can send that information to some high-up people in the university. The Dean of the College of Natural Sciences like to drink with Dr. Vallus, doesn’t she, Darius?” 

He didn’t like using his connections on campus like that. But he nodded, solemnly. “Dr. Vallus and I are real besties.” 

Gal started to sweat. “And you’re going to tell her I do coke?” 

“No,” Cassandra said. “I’m trying to ruin your career, not get you thrown in jail.” 

He sighed in relief, hanging his head. “Fine. What do you want?” 

“I want you to change my grade on my paper for Teflan’s class to an A. I did A level work! And you gave me a C.” 

“All this over a C on a paper?” Milo asked, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Shut up, coke dealer,” Cassandra said, holding a hand up. 

“Fuck. Fine.” Gal raised his head. “It was a B- at best, though.” 

“So you did grade me down!” 

“Okay, I did.” He stood up. “I will fix your grade. And I will make sure that you pass this class and any other class that I have to TA. Shit.” 

Cassandra put her tablet together satisfied. “Deal.” She turned to Milo. “Did you charge him for the coke?” 

“Yeah,” he said. 

Darius sighed dramatically. 

Gal started to stand up. “I’m just gonna go-” He walked up to him nervously. 

Cassandra shot him a look, and he stepped out of the way. Gal scammered out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a slam. 

“Don’t just leave your coke in here,” she said, before following him back out into the hall. 

Milo turned to Darius, as if waiting for him to make a comment. 

“If I ask questions, will you kick me out?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay, fine.” He tucked his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “I think I’m ready to go home.” 

“Agreed. I just have to-” Milo waved his hands over the desk. 

Darius turned to head out. “Alright.” 

At least he’d have quite the story to tell his friends.

[taintedcigs]

Steve loves driving you around.

Picking you up, dropping you off, random late night drives, random 'please come with me to run some errand' drives.

Everything.

You always assume he would hate it, get bored, annoyed, from having you just sitting there. But it's all he wants. needs.

Have you right there by him, pretty smile curving on your lips, the light wind from the cranked down windows whiffling through your skin, hair, causing your scent to linger in the air. Comfort filling the space.

His thick palm gripping the wheel, while the other is lightly pressed upon your thigh, squeezing three times to let you know he is there, protective, sticky-sweet, enough to fill your stomach with all the butterflies.

Your hands return the favor, tender fingertips brushing against his possessive grip, almost to ground him, bring him all the comfort he needs, his world turning on its axis every time he realizes you're his. How lucky he is to have you by his side.

You glance at him with your nose scrunched, smile adorning your glossed lips, he wants to kiss it all over, run his fingertips along your features, admire it, have it etched on to his brain. He'd do just about anything to see your pretty expressions.

Yet, all he can utter are endless compliments, "s'pretty... just like an angel, hmm?" He admires the heat traveling up to your cheeks, smile growing wider as you tell him to stop, but he could never.

He brings your hand to his lips, pressing gentle kisses all over the back of it, warmth traveling through him instantly.

Rest of the ride is filled with shared, tender kisses, whispers of compliments, and the two of you singing along to your favorite songs he made a mixtape of, it's nothing short of caring, attentive, and everything you need wrapped up in a bundle.

He hates when it ends, when he inevitably has to drop you off to your destination, heart leaping out of his chest when that small smile disappears from your lips. His does too - knowing that the warmth and comfort would leave with you.

"What time should I pick you up, honey?" It always makes you feel bad, like some sort of a burden, and he can sense it in your anxious gaze.

"Stevie, y'know I can just walk-" And he tuts quickly, never letting you finish. You don't realize it, how much he enjoys this - the comfort you bring to him just being by his side, and his incessant need to keep you safe.

"Nuh-uh, will you be done by 8:30?" He asks with a smile, you tilt your head with a narrowed gaze, all adorably that Steve melts, all over again.

"Steve."

"Sweetheart," he parrots, wicked grin on his lips that makes you giggle, dreamy gaze that you can't say no to. "Mhmm, 8:30 is perfectly fine," you give in, so easily, so quickly, giving him comfort when he leaves you with a simple goodbye kiss.

And just like promised, he's there, at 8:30 - not a minute late, with that beaming smile, glint in his gaze that makes you feel so giddy that you skip your way into his BMW.

Steve turns toward you with a beaming grin, one hand holding the door open, while the other is stuffed with a bouquet of flowers, warmth filling your heart instantly.

You squeal at the lilac Asters and the eggshell white Baby's breath adorning the bouquet - you know to acquire those flowers he had to make an almost twenty minutes trip away from Hawkins, but Steve would do anything for you. Speechless and grateful, your big doe-eyes look up at him, tears almost welling, before you can speak, he gives you a light kiss.

"I picked up something to eat on my way here," he mumbles, smile so big his cheeks hurt from the stretch, but he can't help it. He'd do anything for you, his pretty, pretty girl.

And he knows you so well.

The two of you drive back the same way he got you there, munching on the fries, his hand on your thigh while you helped him sip on his cherry coke, telling him about your day, his mixtape for you serves as a background drop.

And he doesn't understand how you'd think you could ever be a burden, because that's all he wants anyway, to take care of you, have his passenger princess by his side.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 26

part 1 | part 25 | ao3

cw: period-typical homophobia, recreational drug/alcohol use

He’s marching over the grass with a couple of varsity guys; two on his left, two on his right; V-formation like a flock of geese. Jason's at the head of the group, self-assured purpose of a leader, and it’s weird, seeing this little runt all grown up. The kid used to worship Steve; used to follow him around practices like a lost puppy, called him Captain before he’d even earned the role.

“Is this freak bothering you?” Jason asks. His voice is harsh, winded, winding up for a fight. Steve can see it in his stance: the tightening of his jaw, the clench of his friends’ fists. Plant your feet.

Steve’s gotta shut this shit down before it goes where it always does. Smashed plates, broken bones. All pissing contests flow toward the ocean or whatever.

“Nah, man,” he answers, standing up to dust himself off. The coke zips under his skin, makes him jittery and hot. Hard to play it cool. “We’re good. Busted my ass on the rocks; Munson was just helping me up.”

Munson. Like they’re buddies. Like Eddie’s thumb isn’t still damp from Steve’s tongue.

Jason doesn't seem to buy it. Little pastor-cop in training, he narrows his eyes and turns on Eddie. “Were you following him, Freak?”

Eddie's eyes flash in warning, a muscle jumping in his jaw. Steve shifts his weight to stand in front of him, and his fingers twitch around empty air. He wishes he had his nail bat with him; kind of wants to glue the handle to his palm.

Never know when monsters will come crawling out of the woods.

"Well?" Jason barks, "Answer me!"

His lackeys all pipe up then, the guy to his right sneering, "Not so talkative without his lunch table to stand on, is he?"

"Look at him shaking," adds another.

"Think he was trying to do some Satanic ritual shit while no one was looking?"

"I don't know," says the guy on Jason's left. "Looked like they were sucking each other off to me. Hey, maybe Harrington’s turned fag.”

“Andy!” Jason warns, and Steve—

Steve staggers forward with three arrows in his chest. One for every letter of that stupid fucking word that's been haunting him for years; raging fire in a black box in the far reaches of his brain, belching thick, black smoke, singing his fingertips whenever he gets close enough to touch it.

He wonders if Andy can taste the sulfur in it, too.

“No, go on,” he seethes, voice deadly calm when he lays a hand on Andy’s chest. Steeple his fingers, tips his chin. “Say it again; don't think I heard you right.”

Andy swallows hard, grinds his teeth; tenses to square off for the fight, but Jason throws an arm in front of him. "Easy," he says.

Easy. Down boy.

Andy snarls and backs off.

Jason lowers his voice, searching Steve's face. "You sure you're good? Can't be too careful with..."

His gaze slides over Steve's shoulder, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Steve's never wanted to risk a concussion more. "I'm fine," he grits out, balking at the diplomatic bullshit that's about to slither from his mouth. "Really. Thanks, though, man; appreciate you looking out for me."

Jason gives him a serious nod. "Any time."

—

“So, uh…” Eddie squints at Steve once Jason and his goons run along. His arms are hugged tight around his middle, and he's biting his lip; nervous jiggle of his leg. “How, um— How are we playing this, exactly?”

Steve scrubs at his face; swoons where he stands. Feels like all the blood's drained out of him without the adrenaline to prop him up. Goddamn, he's still so drunk. “Playing what?” he asks, confused.

Whatever it is, it’s already been played, hasn’t it?

Fight’s over; Steve’s exhausted. He just wants to go home.

But then Eddie shakes his head and tuts softly at the ground, his expression gone sour and sad, and there it is again. That feeling that Steve’s fucking everything up somehow.

He’s so tired of that feeling.

Slowly, so slowly, he reaches out a hand. Skims Eddie's side; leather jacket, bony hip, and then he hooks his pinky finger into the belt loop of his jeans. Tugs, just a little. Not hard enough to topple him, just—

Enough.

He hopes.

—

part 27

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[zvdvdlvr]

can you please do a johnny cade smut? thank you!

- 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 '𝗏-𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽'

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : '𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍? 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎!'

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖸 𝖠𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖯𝖧𝖤 𝖴𝖲𝖤; 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖲 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖤𝖱'𝖲 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪 { 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂���𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 }, 𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑, 𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇!𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗑 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 :)

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"What's on your mind, Johnnycake?"

Johnny looked up from the fingernail he was picking at to see his best friend intently watching him with a thoughtful expression. He shrugged. "I's jus' thinkin' 'bout Valentine's day. Everybody's gotta dame except me 'n Pony..."

From her position on her bed, y/n laughed lightly. "That's really what you're thinkin' about? You could prolly pick up a broad by just lookin' at 'er- Them puppy dog eyes could make anyone swoon."

Johnny's neck flushed dark red. "I just... Darry and Soda's broads are... mentioning, uh, things... that... they're all really loud at night, y'see? Pony and I been- Stop laughing," Johnny spoke weakly. He couldn't count the number of times certain words had been screeched or screamed, moaned or groaned while he and Pony tried to sleep.

y/n clutched desperately at her desk to keep from falling off her awkward position on her chair. Johnny watched, lying on his side on y/n's bed, entire face as red as a tomato.

Four minutes later, y/n choked down her amused cries and settled back into her perch. "I'm so-" she was cut off by another wave of giggles. "That's truly a horrible situation to be in, Johnny, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Even though Johnny knew y/n was poking fun at his discomfort, it still felt nice to hear that unfiltered laugh only heard in the private confines of y/n's room.

Finally, however, y/n managed to stop laughing all together. She rolled her shoulders back, ready to keep talking to her best friend. "Why does talking about sex make you so uncomfortable Johnny?"

Taken aback by her outright questioning, said boy swallowed. "I- It's just- You don't think sex is weird?" He stuttered.

y/n looked at him oddly. "No, I think sex is perfectly fine." She watched Johnny squirm under her stare and resumed her questioning. "You've had sex before and didn't tell me?"

"What?!" Johnny spluttered. "Where did you get that idea?"

"I just figured," y/n began, "that if you thought sex was weird then you had to have had it before, and if you have had sex before, you would be a shitty best friend for not telling me who you had sex with."

As Johnny fumbled for an explanation, y/n stood up to go get a bottle of Coke. She was sure to grab two bottles of Coke and made her way back to her room.

"So..." Johnny began, having regained (most of) his composure.

"So..?" y/n replied, handing the second bottle to Johnny.

"I haven't," Johnny said, red faced. He opened his drink and popped the tab off.

Blinking, y/n opened her can too. "Haven't what?"

"Had sex, y/n."

y/n's jaw slackened, and she blinked. She didn't know what to say to that. "Oh!"

Johnny swallowed. "Yeah. Sorr-"

"Don't," y/n cut in. Her tone made Johnny look up. "Don't apologize about that. You don't need to."

"I, uh, was thinking," Johnny began. His face was still facing the ground and he was still fiddling with the pop tab. Johnny's voice grew quieter and quieter with each spoken syllable. "That I wanted my... firsttimetobewithyou."

"What?" y/n asked. Johnny couldn't enunciate for shit when he grew bashful.

"I want you to take my virginity."

There: bomb dropped. Johnny waited, paralyzed, for y/n to usher him from her house- he thought she thought it would be weird to think that. His stomach sank further and further every moment y/n didn't reply, and Johnny wondered how he would explain to Darry why his favorite "ankle-biter" wasn't coming around anymore.

Gathering all the courage in his body, Johnny looked up when he felt the Coke bottle be gently taken from his hand. y/n set it on her desk and then sat down beside Johnny, while he anxiously prepared himself for the demeaninv speech ahead.

"Are you sure?" The seriousness in y/n's voice made Johnny's mind stop whirling. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. "I'll do it if you truly want, Johnny, but I just... I need to make sure you want this with me," she explained. In all honesty, y/n wanted to make sure Johnny was sure because she liked him; like-liked him, and if this whole situtation didn't make y/n feel some type of way...

"I need it to be you," Johnny whispered, eyes locked directly on y/n's. "Please."

Swallowing, y/n nodded. "If you want me to stop at any point-"

"I'm in love with you," Johnny cut in. "I've been in love with you since the first grade when you came up beside Pony 'n me an' helped us off the ground after Betty Smith pushed us down in the gravel. You helped us clean our hands and bandaged a cut on my right hand. I remember you said 'you guys looked sad' when Pony asked why you helped some lowlife Greasers, and that limited-vocabulary answer stuck with me because you stuck with me. I love you y/n. Please make me yours." Johnny's rant ended abruptly with his final plead.

Without hesitation, y/n threaded her hand through the short hair at the base of Johnny's neck and pulled him in to kiss her. His kisses were sloppy and unpracticed, but y/n found it cute. Johnny caught on quick, however. Lips moulded together as tongues danced, teeth fought, and quiet moans filled each other up.

y/n pulled apart first, wide eyes watching Johnny. He opened his eyes and gave y/n a breathless smile. y/n smiled right back. "Lay down," she said, patting Johnny's knee. He listened well, y/n thought. "I'm gonna take your pants off," y/n explained. "That sound okay?"

Johnny nodded and felt awkward just laying there, waiting impatiently as y/n swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped Johnny's pants. She pulled them down to his ankles, letting him have plenty of room to move if needbe. Johnny bit his lip harshly at the feeling of y/n settling herself on Johnny's thighs.

"I'm gonna suck your dick, sound good?" y/n blunt question only made a dazed Johnny nod. At this point, there's probably nothing Johnny wouldn't let y/n do to him. "Relax," she murmured, hooking her fingers on the waistband of Johnny's boxers. After he exhaled, y/n pulled down Johnny's boxers and felt her eyebrows raise.

Johnny squirmed. "I'm sorry if I'm-"

"Jesus Christ you're big," y/n muttered, voice low. "Nothin' to apologize for." Looking back up, y/n made sure Johnny looked at her before beginning again. "You want to stop, you tell me to stop," she said right before licking a fat stripe along the underside of Johnny's cock.

Immediately Johnny felt his knees buckle and his hands clutched the sheets as y/n kitten-licked all the way up Johnny's dick before taking it all in her mouth. An actual cry left Johnny's throat at the feeling. His whimpering and moaning fueled y/n on. She hallowed her cheeks, swirling her tongue on the above average sized cock in her mouth. Johnny's hips unconciously thrust up, burying himself further in y/n's throat.

"Oh my- shit!" Johnny cursed. A beautiful, teasing warmth bloomed in Johnny's belly, and he could only assume this is the sensation Dally had talked about many many many times. He was so close, almost there, right on the edge of the cliff.

But y/n pulled away, wiping her lips. Johnny felt tears spring to his eyes at the pleasure and denial of pleasure. "Please y/n, please. Feels so good," he whined.

y/n cooed down at him, wiping away tears that fell from his eyes. "Sweetheart, I wanna feel you in my pussy. You want that too, hm? Wanna feel me?"

"Yes, God yes. Please!"

So y/n scooted forward and hovered over Johnny's thighs. She wiped away Johnny's tears and pressed a kiss to the scar on his cheek. Reaching behind her, y/n grabbed Johnny's dick and pressed it to her enterance. y/n sank down on Johnny's length with a sharp gasp.

Johnny's hands moved to hold onto y/n's arms as she slowly rocked herself back and forth on her best friend's dick. "Oh shit," y/n mumbled, closing her eyes.

"Please, y/n, please. I need you, I need it, pleasepleaseplease," babbled Johnny.

y/n moved faster, Johnny was meeting her thrusts now. Sweat beaded on Johnny's forhead as he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself from crying out in pleasure.

Barely understandable curse words flowed out of Johnny's mouth as y/n's pussy fluttered around his cock. "Cum, Johnny. I got you, just let go," y/n said, voice hoarse.

The teenage boy felt as if a coil had snapped deep in his belly. He felt himself tense up and relax, y/n pussy fluttering around his cock.

"Shit," y/n whispered, letting herself rest against Johnny's chest. Still warming her hopefully more than best friend, y/n twirled a loc of Johnny's hair around her finger.

"Thank you," Johnny murmured.

Swallowing, y/n relaxed further into Johnny's warm body. "Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?"

"Yes," Johnny answered. "I'm in love with you." The moment of silence that followed scared Johnny; had he permanently lost his best friend? That would be an awkward thought, especially since Johnny was balls deep in y/n's pussy.

"I love you too, Johnny Cade," y/n mumbled tiredly. "But I think if you love me that much you should draw us a bath and clean us up."

Johnny looked down to see y/n already looking up at him with a cute smile. He chuckled. "Yes ma'am," he replied, pressing a sweet kiss to y/n's forhead.

[steddieas-shegoes]

from garage to library

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'in the garage'

rated t | 601 words | cw: mild language | tags: they're really just trying to make it, they're all idiots

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Jeff's tired of being the only one with a garage, and he's tired of hearing the neighbors complain, and he's tired of his parents making them rehearse at 3:30 in the afternoon.

It's the least metal time of day.

It's also the hottest time of day, and the fan blowing hot air at them may actually be more detrimental than if they didn't have anything at all.

Eddie is laying down on the concrete, shirt up to his chest and hair spread out above his head. Gareth is leaning over his drum kit, groaning every few seconds as if he's in pain. Frankie went inside ten minutes ago, face flush and shiny with sweat.

"We can't survive like this," Eddie grumbles. "It's too fuckin' hot."

"I'm not sure what other options we have." Jeff sighs as he rolls his sleeves up. He should've just worn a tank top for practice. "I'm the only one with a garage."

"If we practice right after school, we can do it at my house," Gareth offered. "There's not that much room, but it's better than dying in this garage."

"We aren't gonna die."

"Speak for yourself!" Eddie yelled from the ground, sitting up and glaring at Jeff. "I can barely feel my fingers. Do you know what guitarists need to be able to play?"

"Let's just go get some lemonade and then finish up," Jeff ignored Eddie's question.

"Fingers! They need fingers, Jeff!"

"Are you guys still out here?" Frankie said from the doorway, sipping on an ice cold Coke, looking much better than when he'd left them there to suffer.

"Yes, we're trying to have band practice. You remember our band?" Jeff was done. The heat was too much, this was too much. "But I'm calling it. We can't practice like this. Let's try again next month."

"Next month?" Eddie gasped. "We can't wait until next month to practice."

"What else do you suggest?" Jeff threw his hands up. "We have nowhere else to practice and we can't do it out here in this heat. We aren't even practicing anyway!"

"What about the library?" Gareth asked.

"The library. The place you have to be quiet. Right. Brilliant." Jeff shook his head. "Any other great ideas or is that the winner?"

"Don't be an asshole," Gareth rolled his eyes. "They close early every weekday for different clubs to meet. Their Tuesdays are open and my mom knows for a fact they've been having trouble filling it. If they can't fill it, they have to stay open later and none of them want to work the later hours. So. We'd actually be doing them a favor."

"And you think they'd just give a key to a group of teenagers in a metal band?" Eddie asks.

"I think that if it means they don't have to work past dinner time, yeah, they would."

They all stare at each other, then around at the garage, air so thick they can almost see it.

"Fine. But only until it cools down. Acoustics will be weird in there," Jeff finally says.

"Rehearsing at a fuckin' library. That'll be fun to tell Rolling Stone someday," Eddie says as he joins Frankie inside.

"Better than nothing at all," Frankie shrugs as he closes the door.

"Hopefully, they don't kick us out after one time," Jeff says as he closes the garage door and turns off the fan. They're definitely done for the day.

"If they do, we'll find somewhere else." Gareth pocketed his drum sticks. "Gotta have some bumps in the road to make our story more interesting, right?"

[mncein]

pls do newjeans reaction / headcanon where their s/o and then previously had an argument and their s/o got injured badly?

okay !! but the injuries are not that brutal hehe, once again sleeping late to fulfill your requests. doing this on my tablet is hard bro tumblr doesn't stretch to the screen, BUT is fun bc i'm listening to music <3

new jeans masterlist | main masterlist

MINJI —

why did this even happen? minji asks herself, she's currently tending your cut on your palm. an argument between you happened earlier before dinner, she's supposed to get the ingredients at a nearby store, but instead she comes home holding two bags of chips and coke. was that the reason why she was all smiley before going off?

earlier...

"minji! what the hell did you buy?!" you say as you stood by the kitchen, eyeing the bags full of chips and bevarages and no sign of the ingredients you asked her to buy.

"you said buy something for tonight?" she asks back, putting down the bags and hanging her jacket.

"no. i said, ingredients for dinner tonight!" you reply, there's no way you'll be having what she bought.

"whatever, you're going to eat those for dinner and don't even dare to ask me for some of what i cooked." you pointed your index finger at her before walking off to cook.

now...

"you're so dumb sometimes." minji states while she wraps gauze around your palm. you glare at her.

"says the one who bought chips." you roll your eyes, then watching her take care of you wound with a small blush on your face, she looked so focused...

"hey- i only misheard." minji argues back, slapping your injured hand, seemingly forgotten that it's wounded.

"ow! what the heck?!" you retract your hand from minji, glaring at her while you soothe your poor hand.

"i'm sorry! i forgot." minji sighs.

"now look who's dumb." you laugh.

"oh, now look who can't cook." minji fought back and laughs as well.

"i'm not eating your chips." you roll your eyes.

"but you have nothing to eat." minji replies.

"then cook for me, idiot." she sighs and nodded in defeat, you smile and kissed her, now she's forgiven.

HANNI —

you both had an argument about her clean clothes and laundry. you thought the clothes on her bed were dirty and put them in the laundry, and it was unknown to you that she's going to use them later on their shoot of new jeans zine.

earlier...

"where are my clothes on the bed?" hanni asks, entering the living room where you are.

"oh, i put them in the laundry." you reply, looking up from your phone.

she groans and puts her hand on her head with a frustrated look on her face. "why would you put them in the laundry?!"

"i-i thought it's used and dirty.."

"why wouldn't you ask-!? ugh, forget about it." she walks out before you could speak, you sigh. well it's also her fault for putting them in the bed so messy.

now...

"are you okay?" hanni asks for about 30 times now, you lay on the couch clutching your side which has a big bruise.

good thing you haven't set the pile of laundry that has hanni's clothes in, rushing to get it, there was a piece of your clothing on the ground and you slipped because of it. landing on your side, you groan in pain and the next thing you see is hanni rushing to you with a worried face.

"yes, i'm fine now hanni, thank you for asking." after you said that, your side aches and you clutch it in pain, another reason for hann to be worried again. she slaps your hand away and lifted your clothes up to check your side, gasping when she saw a big purple bruise.

following her eyes, you gasp as well. "do you think it's a broke bone?" you ask, getting scared now, you're definitely not okay. she sighs in relief when she just misread tha date today and there was no filming, she has to take you to the hospital now.

DANIELLE —

she never starts the argument, she gets scolds by you, it was raining outside and the girl decided to shine her light outside and play outside like a little kid. but you said something that really hurt her. rushing to her room, you follow behind, saying a lot of sorrys.

SLAM-! THUD!

you fell down, holding your head after you groan in pain. danielle didn't know you were, that, close to her door and she accidentally slammed it too hard.

"are you okay?! i'm sorry.." she asks multiple times, her hands fly everywhere, not knowing what to do.

she hugs your head, but every minute passes, the bruise forming on your forehead gets worse. danielle panics once more, reaching for your hand and helps you stand up, leading you to the kitchen.

danielle took some ice from the refrigerator and wrapped them around her precious handkerchief and held it against your bruise gently, she was so worried but at the same time guilty.

"i'm so sorry... i didn't mean too..." she whispers, her lips quivering. you look up to her with a small smile through the pain.

"it's okay, i'm sorry too, baby." you held her hand, took the ice and aid yourself. before she can reply, she sneezes, you sigh.

"i told you not to go outside, it's raining." you chuckled and ruffled her damp hair.

"but it's nothing compared to your bruise..." she sniffles, pouting.

"it's okay, really. i just don't want you sick." you hug her, and you both watched as the rain falls outside your kitchen window.

HAERIN —

you sat on the floor, checking your wounded knee, she stood in front of you in silence. you bleed from the cut on your knee, because you were following after haerin as she walks to her room to avoid the argument. but while you do so, a sharp edge of an object wounded your knee.

haerin stood there is shock, not knowing what to do, shaky eyes stare at the blood dripping from your leg. her unsteady legs kneels down beside you.

"i'm sorry.." she silently says, looking at you from the side. she's apologising even if it's not her fault? poor girl.

"no, no, don't apologise. it's not your fault." you reassure, holding her hand tightly as you endure the pain.

"i-if i didn't try to go back. you wouldn't have gotten injured." she mumbles, looking at your knee and back to you.

"no, haerin, it's fine. i can just bandage it up." you struggled to stand up, but a pair of hands helps you up to the kitchen.

"look, i'm sorry for what i've said earlier. i know you were tired." you spoke, caressing haerin's cheek with a weak smile. besides it's better to have a cut than continue the argument and you'll hurt haerin more. seeing her cry hurts more than a wound.

haerin nods, "it's okay... but let's worry about your wound? yeah?" she made you sit down as she kneels to bandage your knee.

feeling so guilty and thinking you got this wound because of her, even if it's not, she can't help but feel that way :( like minji, she's very focused on aiding you, but winces when she presses too hard that your wound gushes out blood. so sad about it, her eyes won't even leave it for a few seconds. very careful about it, reminding you not to put too much pressure on your knee :(

HYEIN —

earlier...

again, you scold her for the 3rd time of the day, was very picky about her food and acts very dramatic. telling you that she doesn't want to eat anymore and storms to her room. sighing, but still, you went to the kitchen to cook some food for you and her later, just incase she gets hungry. plus you won't let her starve because of a stupid argument. knocking on her door for a few times, asking what she wants, she just tells you to go because she'll just order her own food.

now...

she finally exits her room with her phone in hand, ignoring you on the living room while she pays and takes the food she ordered. placing it down the coffee table, she noticed that you're wrapping gauze around your three fingers. her face turning into a worry mess.

"what happened?" she quickly sits down beside you, takes your hand and helped you with the gauze. glancing up at you, you were avoiding her eyes.

"i got cut, while cooking." your face flushes in embarrassment, after being so professional and bragging about your cooking skills, you got cut? eh, it's part of the cooking life anyways. hyein lets out a breathy chuckle, cupping your cheek.

"don't be embarrassed, it's okay. i just ordered food for us, you don't have to worry about anything related to food." hyein pats your palm, indicating she was done with the bandaging. she motioned to the bag of food on the coffee table, handing yours and taking her own. it's good to see her happy again, and not so mean, like earlier.

p/s : laziness season done! i'm terribly sorry for the wait anon :( i had to do so many chores around the house, weather updates, and it's raining heavily here 😭 anyways, hope you enjoy !!

[cibeeorsomeshit]

teach him your handwriting (ao3)

fluff; established relationship

Blitzø slumped into Stolas’ lounge chair and groaned about paperwork fucking up his life for the eighth time in the past two weeks. Stolas couldn't help but feel like he was missing something.

“Blitzø, darling, do you need help?”

“He finally fucking got it.” Blitzø rolled over and onto Stolas, burying his face into the covered puss that had no right being this soft to lie on. “Moxxie keeps bitching at me to hire someone or get my shit together.”

“I see. And you wish to—hire me?”

“What? No, I can't focus if you're there.” Blitzø groaned immediately and pinched Stolas’ thigh hard enough that it would have bruised if it were anyone but Stolas. “You didn't hear that. I didn't say that.”

“Of course.” Stolas managed to comply before the urge to scoop his lover up and kiss him senselessly overwhelmed him. “How may I help you then?”

“Tell me how you do all those boring admin work. You go through them like drug addicts with a bathtub full of coke.”

“How classy,” Stolas said dryly. “I'm just a faster reader, I suppose”

A beat of silence. Blitzø turned his face so it was no longer smothered between Stolas’ legs and started playing with the fine down feathers on his wrist.

“I can't read very well.”

“I know.”

“Most of the words don't make sense. Moxxie is less of a prissy princess than you but he still came from money. Got all the proper education and all that crap. Our imp circus didn't really — It's not like we're legally required to be educated.”

“Actually, it is a legal requirement for children in entertainment to have 180 days of schooling in a year—”

“No one in hell gave two fucks about legal requirements! We didn't even have safety nets, you think they'll hire a teacher?”

“Well, if you want, I could teach you.”

“You have better things to do than to teach me how to fucking look at words, Stolas.”

“There are rarely things better than spending time with you, Blitzø.”

“…this isn't some weird sexy teacher kink, is it?”

“You think I'm sexy?” Stolas hurriedly pushed down his urge to have every part of Blitzø kissed at least twice, more if Blitzø was in a good mood and let him.

“Fuck you. You know what you look like.”

“I don’t want to overstep.” Stolas pulled Blitzø upright so they faced each other, which was exactly the position Blitzø didn't want to have this conversation in. “I know I can be overwhelming when it comes to things I’m passionate about and it definitely doesn't help that this involves words and you…”

“Ugh, oh my god, don't — you know I don’t think—I just need your he—fuck, I can’t say it. I'm going to be sick.”

Stolas’ smile was all gooey. “Will you satisfy my desire to spend time with you under the pretense of helping you with readings?”

The vaguely nauseated twitches to Blitzø’ mouth smoothed out, along with the rest of his body.

“If that's what you want, you attention whore.” Blitzø half-said, half-purred as he curled up in Stolas’ lap, back spines flared up in pleasure as Stolas’ finger massaged between his horns.

“Thank you for indulging me,” Stolas said, in the most indulgent tone since the beginning of hell, probably.

Spending time with Blitzø in his study or in the kitchen or on the bed pouring over books was what Stolas imagined heaven to be like. They scribbled in the margin of books, Stolas annotating or explaining, while Blitzø took in things in the fascinating way he did. Stolas was enjoying it all way too much to realize his mistakes.

A pile of papers and sticky-notes were dropped onto his desk.

“Ah,” Stolas said, very regal and dignified and not panicking at all. “It seemed I forgot I had some prior engagement I forgot about, but I’m sure you can manage without me. You’ve improved so much, you know—and my library is your to use, so I think I’ll just—”

“Stolas, what the actual fuck.” Blitzø was standing on the desk and towering over Stolas, presumably to assert dominance, even though he did that very well already at ground level.

“To be fair, you told me you don’t read them.”

“Yeah, because I go cross-eyed at your fancy rich people cursive.”

Most of the papers are dented and crumbled because Stolas folded them into little owls or lizards and had them sneak into Blitzø’s office when he was gone. Blitzø always took pictures when he came back and sent them to Stolas, but never indicated that he read them, or even opened them, let alone—

“I didn’t know you kept these.” Stolas said weakly.

Blitzø’s face darkened. “Yeah, well. I have a drawer for them.”

“You do?”

“That’s—fucking hell, that’s not the point! You were just never going to—shit, goddamn it, God fucking damn it!”

Stolas realized Blitzø was genuinely and not simply comically upset, and that made him rather miserable. “I’m sorry,” said Stolas, in a small voice. “I didn’t mean for them to be so upsetting.”

“Well, they are!”

Stolas started to gather all of them and deliberated between the fireplace or some exorbitant spell, maybe he would throw himself into the mix as well. A few blissful moments of oblivion sounded perfect right about now.

But Blitzø snatched all of them back before Stolas could finish and hissed with every part of him, clutching them to his chest with a sort of animalistic protectiveness. Stolas was baffled.

“You’ve been writing me love letters for—for so long and I didn’t even know.” Blitzø bared his fangs. “I thought they were just smut! I made fun of them to people! To you! And you let me!”

“I’m sorry.” Stolas repeated, and stood up when he noticed a shine to Blitzø’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, darling.”

Blitzø bumped his forehead to Stolas’ chest, sunk in, wetting the feathers there. “Why do you let me treat you badly?”

Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitzø tight enough to cut off air. Blitzø forced the words out anyway: “I’ve been trying so hard to make up for the way I was with you before. Now I just keep thinking about how you felt when I fucking…tell you I don’t read them, or that it’s just cluttering up my office, likes they’re garbage. Fuck, Stolas.”

“Please don’t cry, Blitzø. It doesn’t matter now. You’ve been so good to me, don’t you understand?”

“Were you upset? When I said those things?”

“Darling…”

“Were you?”

Resigned, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for apologizing.”

Blitzø needed that, to know he was forgiven. He finally wrapped his arms around Stolas. Legs, too. And tail. Sotlas happily sustained all his weight.

“Do you want to take a rain check on our lesson today?” Stolas asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Blitzø mumbled.

“What would you like to do? We can watch a movie, or I can have someone prepare the spa room—”

“I want you to read to me.”

“What?”

Blitzø stuffed all the letters right into Stolas’ face. “Read them to me.”

“W-well, that’s quite embarrassing…”

“And I’ll reply to them.” Blitzø removed his face from Stolas’ chest and glared up at him, made completely non-threatening with the snot dripping down his face and the way his tail caressed Stolas’ back. “Prepare some fucking coffee, sweetheart, because I don’t care if it takes all night. I’m replying to every single fucking one, and I’m going to do it when I’m balls deep inside you too. Make sure it really gets in there until you never forget.”

“O-oh.” The sensitive place between Stolas’ legs tightened and he could probably just hump Blitzø there like that and finish, but he was so desperate for Blitzø to fulfill his promise that through some sort of miracle he controlled himself long enough to get them back to his bedchamber. And all night it took, alright. Blitzø hadn’t got an ounce of regret when he showed up for work the next day completely sleep-deprived.

It was all good though, since a paper owl was waiting for Blitzø in his office.

[fun-k-board]

Got a cool idea for you my friend.

The insomniac spider-men, both Peter and miles. And how they’d go when y/n offers to do a horror movie night with the likes of classics like Halloween or modern stuff like talk to me

The Insomniac Spider-Men with a horror movie night

Note(s) : I did Headcanons for how the Spider-Men are with horror movies and then a scenario at the end where the reader does the horror movie night.

I don't know anything about Talk To Me so I chose M3GAN instead, and I haven't seen Halloween in years so I'm sorry if I got something wrong.

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

I don't think Peter would really watch movies or shows all that often, he probably hasn't even finished any piece of media since before the spider bite. Even then, he was probably that kid who watched those really bad ones to make fun of with Harry and MJ.

I imagine his tolerance is most likely high, because of his real life experiences, he can handle fake blood, he can handle the fake injuries, most of them can't compare to what he's gone through.

But what he really can't handle? Psychological thrillers, and really good kid actors.

That scene in the shining where the two twins are standing there? He had to hold MJ's hand, Harry made fun of him for an entire month.

He tends to humanise fictional characters, especially the victims in horror movies. Maybe for some slashers he can understand their motives, but most of them hurt people who can't defend themselves and it makes him a little sick.

To see movies where this is used so effectively is honestly a little uncomfortable, he appreciates the mastery of how it's crafted and how realistic the pain is, but he can never watch it all the way through.

Peter's always been terrified of Carrie because he was also bullied, she, in a way, reflected on him. Of course, she also experienced abuse from her mother, unlike Peter, but the scene of everybody screaming in that hall will probably haunt him forever.

In a way, it keeps him grounded, it makes him remember Uncle Ben's words, it makes him remember to use his powers for good, and not for evil.

Miles Morales / Spider-Man

Miles and Ganke most likely sit down and watch some shows or movies every once and a while, he's never been a huge horror fan, and he's never watched any that really stuck with him.

He's mostly impressed with the art direction most of the time, the way they shot that scene in Carrie where it goes all around the prom in one, long, continuous shot?

It's beautiful, it gets him so engrossed he forgets it's supposed to be a scary movie.

Miles can't handle any that tackle and treat the loss of a parent as a main plot point, he could maybe handle it as a side plot, but it reminds him so much of how his dad's death affected him, his hands clam up, he feels sweaty, he just can't handle it.

It never really makes him connect with the story, it just makes me remember it as the 'oh God don't watch that' movie

The ones that get him truly terrified are honestly any that involve children and the elderly as the villains, that's not to say he'll be completely fine if he watches an adult brutally murder people.

Both

Peter and Miles haven't had a day off in months, they've been so focused on saving the city, helping their friends and family, they just don't have time for themselves.

Until today.

You had finally convinced the two, after hours of subtle and not so subtle convincing, they relented, under the promise that if any serious crimes were reported, they would get Ganke to check if the police have it handled or not, if they don't? They're abandoning the movie night.

Which you agreed with, because one night having fun is better than no time to yourself at all.

Peter and Miles sit down on the couch, while you make the popcorn and drinks, carrying the bowls of food and bottles of coke to the table, the microwave hums, drowned out by the two men chatting.

"Can you believe that Electro got out again." Miles sounds exasperated, and he looks it too, he and Electro had fought for what felt like hours, in reality it was only a few minutes, shocking each other until they couldn't fight any more.

"You get used to it, he'll probably stay a month in prison at most." Peter shrugs, leaning back on the couch and wincing slightly, an aching pain in his back started up again, but he was honestly too tired to ask for someone to crack it.

"This job is crazy." Miles laughs, shaking his head with an amused smile. "I can't believe it, each day, fighting bad guys, swinging for hours and hours, it's just... I love it." You cut the conversation short by bringing in the last bowl of popcorn.

"Whooo! Movie time!" You happily say, placing the bowl on the table with the other snacks and drinks, making sure it's perfectly placed before sitting on the couch. You grab the remote next to you and smile at Miles and Peter.

"What should we watch?" Before either can respond, you suddenly gasp, your eyes snapping back to the TV. "Oh! Actually, there's this new horror movie called M3GAN, I bought it a few weeks back and forgot to watch it." You ramble, turning the television on and searching for the movie.

"I guess we go with that one then." Peter mumbles, raising an eyebrow in amusement, you all haven't hung out in a while, even then, you do wish that Harry and MJ could've made it. So, it's clear you're just excited to spend time with them for once.

"It's about this robot that this lady makes after her niece loses her parents in a car accident." You cheerfully say, pressing play on the movie and taking a swig of coke. "After this, we're so watching Halloween."

The movie was something different to the two, when they think horror, both Peter and Miles would typically think 'man with knife stabs people', so it was a refreshing change.

Both men went through a flurry of emotions, the movie was sad, then funny, than horrifying, then funny, then scary, and then funny, it was a constant switch.

The fact that the girl lost her parents and she's clinging to the first thing that shows her respect, the lady stepped up at the end and proved she's a capable mother figure, it broke their hearts, but the jokes made them forget that temporarily.

They laughed, they went quiet in shock, and most of all? Peter cried, he couldn't help it, he isn't ashamed about it either, the girl losing her parents at such a young age reminds him of himself. Miles feels a similar way, he cried like a baby, he sobbed so much at that scene where the girl and the robot have that test and she breaks down.

Now it's time for the next movie.

"Halloween! You can't go wrong with the classics." You click on the movie. "Well, that's a lie, actually, plenty of classics suck." You mutter under your breath, pressing pause and turning to the two Spider-Men.

"Okay, first, bathroom breaks and refill time, you two ate all the popcorn so I'm making double." You get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen, both Peter and Miles go to the bathroom in that time, refilling their drinks with the bottle of coke on the floor, you return a few moments later with the multiple bowls of popcorn.

You all sit down, grab your bowls and drinks, and press play.

Overall, both men did enjoy the experience, they liked the costume of Micheal Myers, the mask and coveralls are iconic, they also both enjoyed the acting, if a bit subpar at times.

The plot was something they found to be interesting, the characters as well, they thought the therapist was a strange and weird character, who seemed a bit more unstable than Micheal.

Laurie Strode is a really inspiring character to the two, a survivor, someone who managed to take down one of the biggest threats her towns ever faced.

Just as the movie ends, you turn to the two men to see if they have any movie recommendations, but to your surprise, they've both fallen asleep.

Peter's mouth hangs open, his body pressed flat against the couch, his arms crossed and occasional light snores escapes his mouth. Miles is leaning his head on his arms, his body bent in an awkward position so he's sitting and leaning on the armrest.

For a few moments, you debate on whether or not you should wake them up, but decide against it. They need the rest. You gently move them into slightly more comfortable positions, placing blankets over the two, you stand up and reach for your phone.

You text MJ and Rio Morales, letting them know that the two would be staying at yours for the night.

[richeeduvie]

stupid groomer kendall unknowingly makes baby OD and so he leaves her be. roman finds her when she’s in the process and he puts her head in his lap and she’s just sobbing that she doesn’t wanna die and stuff. idk something tragic

TW: Angst, drug addiction, ODing, DogandBone!Kendall open the door tern haven parallels incoming heeee

He leaves Baby with a kiss to her hair. She's almost gone, but she kind of just looks out of it. Like how Kendall...not likes her, but how he has her most of the time. She looks sweet, sleepy. He should be better on that. But he has to go.

"I gotta go, okay?"

"...M-m...kay."

And so, Kendall goes. He leaves her alone.

Baby can't breathe right. She doesn't know what's going on, but she doesn't feel safe. No one else is here, is she the reason why she's in danger?

Roman calls when he usually calls and Baby doesn't answer. At first, he's just fucking annoyed.

"I sorta know you're not having an awful sex fest with my brother cause he's coming so...pick up. Pick up."

And she doesn't. Not to any of his calls. Roman gets more annoyed, twitchy and bitchy to randos that walk on the grounds of Waystar.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back, Shivvy. Have to see what our brother Kenny fucked up. Fucked. Bye, love you."

He goes. Really, Roman wouldn't make the choice to just break into Kendall's place just Baby's not answering his calls. He'd just berate her when she eventually picks up. But today, he's in a mood to have fun.

Roman shows up to Kendall's place. He knocks on the door.

"Bitchy, open up. You are a sad person who doesn't really do anything but coke in Ken's house so...open up."

She doesn't open up. Roman gets more pissed off, but worried. Really worried because he knows he's right. She really doesn't go anywhere else now. That's Kendall's fucking fault. His too, but he doesn't want to think about that because he's angry at her now.

"Open the door."

Roman says her name because it might make a difference. Open the door.

"Open the fucking door. You can't just fucking hate me. Literally nothing has happened. No big-wig fight, we're fine for what you've made for us so...open the fucking door."

No open door, but he's staring into it as he hears a thud. He calls out her name.

She doesn't know what's happening, but she's scared. Baby's fucking terrified and it's like dying, maybe? She doesn't want to die alone. She'll open the door.

Roman's pathetic in the pounding of the door, the shitty attempts to open it from the outside. But the doorknob turning, left to right.

How do you open a door so you don't die alone?

"..Ro...Roman?"

The door opens and Roman's fucking gone.

She looks like she's dying. His best friend - the person that was supposed to be his and literally no one else's and vice versa and all the stupid shit, that's her on the floor. She's crying and she looks sick. She shouldn't look so sick. Roman shouldn't feel so small and scared so quickly.

"What the fuck?"

Roman's desperate in picking Baby up, he barely can. But he looks like he's gonna vomit. What the fuck?

What the fuck did he do to her?

She's already vomited. This isn't just coke. He's been - Kendall's been feeding her fucking murder.

He manages to lay her on the couch as she cries.

"Breathe - just fucking-"

Roman's dragging out his words, making them go high and angry in his voice. He doesn't know what to do but just scared because she's not gonna fucking die. She was supposed to be okay and not like this with him and what the fuck did Kendall do to her?

"I'm sorry! I-I I don't wanna die, I thi...I-"

"You're not gonna die! Don't fucking-just breathe. Just don't sleep or...listen- I need to call-why didn't-"

Why didn't you come back to me?

Roman's hands shake when he pulls out his phone to call the fucking cops.

"Hey. Don't fucking fall asleep!"

Roman shakes her. She rolls her body, pulling herself in a slump to come down on his lap.

If she does, it'll be the easiest place to fall asleep. She doesn't want to die, but she'll die here.

Roman stares and tries not to because he's going to call the cops. But she needs to keep breathing. She shouldn't be talking like she's going to die because she's not going to. She's gonna never see Kendall again.

"...I'm sorry."

He makes himself uncomfortable before he presses the call button. Roman bends himself hunched and forehead to put his head to her temple. She's got her face pressed against his stomach. Somewhere else, this is where she should be.

"Don't fall asleep."

He's always been her beggar. Roman has to force himself to come up from her touch. He calls 911.

She can't leave him alone.

[grunge-innie]

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Talk too much [🦊]

Genre:fluff,blurb,established relationship

Pairings:Yeonjun x GN!reader

Pronouns:none

Warnings:one curse word,and slightly suggestive at the end

Summary:Kissing in the night,on a hammock,in a nature is everyone's dream,right(not just me?)

A/N:this is fully inspired by TALK X TODAY season 4 ep 9 so if you haven't watched it i recommend you do just for the better visuals and understanding.But you can ofc still read this without watching it,it's just a very comforting video for me.This blurb is inspired by a song Talk to Much by COIN,so I recommend listening to it while reading.Enjoy😊

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After a very fulfilling and upbeat day it was safe to say that you were exhausted.

You see,the boys were swimming in a pool for the majority of the day and their upbeat and excited behaviour wore off on to you and other staff members.

You are mutual friend of these guys and you were very grateful that they decided to invite you to their little vacation,even though you wouldn't be able to talk to them as much bcs of the cameras.

After spending some time with Beomgyu watching him blow the balloons and seeing what Soobin,Hyuka and Taehyun were doing,you decided to check up on your boyfriend Yeonjun.

You weren't really sure where he actually was,so you were kind of just walking around with two cups of coke in your hands.You didn't mind walking alone though,because the night was so beautiful and it contrasted the vild morning and day that you had.

After some walking you finally saw a familiar head of black hair lying on a nearby hammock,camera pointing at him.

You approached the hammock from the behind,slowly putting cups down on the ground.

"BOO"You said grabbing Yeonjun's shoulders.

"GAAAHH"He screamed almost falling off the hammock."Oh it's just you"

"Yeah,who did you think it was?"You said crouching down and taking the cups of off the ground.

"I don't know one of those assholes."He said sitting up so he can make some space for you."Most likely Beomgyu"

"Nah,he's really calm right now,just blowing the bubbles in the corner"You said pointing a cup in his direction,which he gladly took with a silent thank you.

You two just sat there in a comfortable silence enjoying the scenery around you and your alone time without any cameras until Yeonjun saw you slightly shivering.

"You cold,sweetheart?"

"Kind of"You said rubbing your arms in an attempt to make yourself warmer.It seemed like you underestimated the cold summer nights.

"Here"Yeonjun said taking off his flannel and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Better?"

"Yeah,but now you will get cold"

"No I won't"

"Yeonjun you are literally in short sleeves right now."

"It's fine,better me than you"He said sending an over the top wink your way,which made you punch his arm.This made him let out a dramatic groan and wrap you in his arms pushing you both into a lying down position,with you on top of him.

"Now none of us will be cold"He said kissing the top of your head.

"You're too much Junnie"

"I know"He said showing you one of his charming smirks,which made you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Oh,you know you love it"He said referring to his flirty persona.

"I kind of do."You said raising your head to look at him in the eyes.

"Oh,just kind of?"He said holding your chin in his hands and pulling your face closer to his,now speaking his word right next to your mouth,your noses touching.

"You talk too much Yeonjun,I want to see you in action"You said with a sudden urge of confidence in you.

"You want some action,alright,then honey put your lips on mine"

And put your lips on his you did,slowly moving them in the silence of the night,with crickets in the background.Yeonjun placing his hands on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him,like asking you for a challenge on who could hold on longer without oxygen.At the end you pulled back but still kept your face close to his.

"You still think I talk too much?"

"For sure"

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[sparkedblaze]

(modern au) morris and oscar having briefly attended manhattan’s high school during all their moving around before they both left mainstream school, so the manhattan boys would sometimes find evidence of them around the school.

race noses through behaviour ledgers while in trouble himself and finds a file on oscar, the biggest and most detailed he’s ever seen and including several police reports on the brothers’ many guardians and carers. crutchie sees morris in the back of a class photograph, scrawny and skinny and covered in bruises, hunched into himself like he’s trying not to exist. one of the boys is in a SEN (special educational needs) class and sees morris’ name on a drawer of work, wonders… what was wrong with him. if he’s over it now. trying to connect these glimpses of these boys with the ruthless monsters jack talks about.

Ooooooooo

@emmedoesntdomath

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Toni chewed on the pencil in his hand, watching the teacher move around with the other kids. Stupid common core math making them all have to learn one specific way. Toni looked down at his paper, over the thirty or so problems he had to solve by the end of class.

He was surprised she was making them do it the 'correct' way. Eight or ten kids with mild learning disabilities trying to conform to society's thinking? It'd be a feat if they even finished the page.

He read through the first one, a paragraph of words he had to sift through. He scribbled down the numbers in the problem, labeling what each of them was, huffing as he wrote down what he was solving for.

That was as far as he got before he started doodling in the margins of the paper. The drawings were crude and messy, of simple things like sports balls or flowers. He looked up at the clock, thinking it had to have been at least ten minutes.

No more than three had passed.

For fucks sake.

He chewed at the end of his pencil again, knee bouncing in an attempt to focus.

Put your energy somewhere else. Find somewhere to channel it.

He shifted the binder he was wearing, the fabric rough and uncomfortable against his skin.

His leg bounced faster as he scrawled the formula across the page. He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

If he couldn't, ma would be disappointed. If ma got disappointed, he'd have to sit through another one of her lectures, and he wasn't sure he could handle that.

He glanced toward the window, and his hand shot up, looking up at the teacher. "Ma'am? Can we finish class outside?"

Miss Tawri looked outside as well, then at the few other kids in with them, who were all looking up at her, beaming with excitement.

She sighed, nodding. "Fine, fine, alright. Everyone get your things! We're going to sit under the oak."

The announcement earned cheers from the group, and they all scrambled to get their stuff.

They followed her outside, Toni walking arm in arm with Jonathan, bags slung over their shoulders.

"Y'know, Johnny," Toni started with a smirk. "You'd probably do better at reading if you had a pair o' glasses. I could get you Julian's, if you want. Their folks can get 'em another pair."

Jonathan laughed, shaking their head. "Absolutely not. You think I'm gonna be able to see through those coke bottles?"

Toni laughed with them, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say, Johnny Boy."

They laid their blankets out on the ground, sitting on them, in a circle around the teacher. Toni patted his pockets, checked behind his ears, and checked his mouth.

His hand shot up again. "Miss Tawri, I don't have my pencil!"

"I don't have one either, Antonio. Go and get yours from inside."

He sighed dramatically, dropping his books onto the blanket next to Jonathan. “I’ll be back, I guess.”

He headed inside, taking his sweet ass time, wanting to get away from the worksheet for as long as possible.

He pushed open the door, flipping the lights, going to get his pencil off the desk, immediately bringing it to his lips again, chewing absentmindedly.

He turned slowly, looking at the filing cabinets behind the desk. His eyes went alright as he found the drawer labeled ‘Projects’.

That was where she kept all their old stuff. Toni had seen her thumbing through it when she thought they were all busy or distracted.

He went over, pulling the drawer open, thumbing through them. He grinned as he found his own file, reaching for it, but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw one labeled with only a last name, unlike the others which had a first and last.

Delancey

They had been in this class?!

He sank to the floor, getting comfortable as he thumbed through the file. He saw worksheets that had been doodled on instead of filled out. There were coloring sheets that looked like they'd been colored by a toddler-outside the lines and colors all over the place. There were a few worksheets that were half-finished, written in Oscar's tiny, illegible handwriting.

He found some IEPs, eyes widening.

He shouldn't look at this. he shouldn't read through the teachers' notes on the brothers. His eyes shouldn't wander the red writing warning of violence and threats and tantrums and breakdowns and demanding something change. He shouldn't be skimming the worries about what was happening at home, the notes to CPS and principals about how the teachers worry about them showing with bruises and cuts and broken bones.

He shouldn't do that. He shouldn't do any of those things.

He set the IEPs aside, looking through drawings. They were clearly by Morris, of simple things like home and a family.

He found a drawing of someone who looked suspiciously like Medda, holding hands with someone who was almost definitely Morris, who was also holding hands with a grumpy boy who was absolutely his older brother.

He sucked in a breath, staring at the paper in his hand. He turned it over, Morris's name written across the back, Oscar's neat handwriting dating it beneath.

He did some quick math.

It was before she'd even fostered Jack.

It was the first time they'd stayed with her.

He looked through a few more, finding different drawings of different things Morris thought was important. They were all happy drawings.

How could the boy who drew all of these be the monster Jack wrote him out to be?

The kind to attack someone over something as simple as a blanket.

What happened to them?

He jumped as the door opened, ducking behind the teacher's desk, scrabbling for the papers, shoving most of them back in the folder, and putting it back where it belonged, silently pushing the drawer closed.

He held his breath, waiting, listening for footsteps.

"Toni?" he heard Jonathan's voice, and let out a sigh of relief.

He folded the paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket. He popped up with a smirk.

"Miss me already?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "No, Miss Tawri was wondering where you went."

They looked over him, raising a brow suspiciously. "What are you doing, Toni?"

He grinned. "Looking through my file."

They scoffed. "So, nothing interesting, then?"

Toni's eyes went wide. "Johnny! How could you?"

"Pretty easily, actually."

Toni stood, rolling his eyes, going to his bag, slipping the drawing into it, digging through it. "Johnny, do you know where I set my pencil?"

Jonathan laughed at him, moving over, yanking it from his mouth, making Toni whine. "What? You asked."

"Let's go, before she gets mad."

[angelaofwhite800]

Supernatural x sister!reader (Bring It) Chapter 3 - Sammy's gone

Fluff + angst

TW: Abandonment, angst

Word count: 1,298

Songs: "Waste" -kxllswxtch

"Young" -Vacations

"Softcore" -The neighborhood 

"Bubblegum" -Clario

7 hours later

Y/n and Dean sat in the Impala at a rest stop. Dean was scarfing down a gas station burrito, but Y/n didn't feel like eating. Her stomach was turning and her mind was racing, thinking about seeing her brother again after years. Y/n was only 9 when Sam left for Stanford, but she remembered that day like it was yesterday

Flashback

Y/n was sitting outside the motel room with Dean, sat on the sidewalk in the rain. It was cold and dark out as the rain poured down from the sky. The two of them were sent outside and pretending like they weren't listening to the yelling match that was happening between Sam and their dad, but anyone within the motel complex who said they couldn't hear what was going on would be lying. Y/n didn't know the backstory for the argument, but she didn't need to. from listening she gathered one thing. Sam was leaving... And he wanted to take her with him

"You're insane! You think im going to just let you take my daughter away from me?!" John shouted at the top of his lungs. Despite what anyone might try and say about John Winchester and his parenting the one thing nobody could deny was that he loved his kids, and the idea of one of them leaving, let alone two, was unbearable

"Dad I don't want to abandon you guys! I'm just going to college! I just want to give her a normal life!" Sam tried to argue back. The truth was Sam had no intention of abandoning or cutting out his family, nor did he want to separate Y/n from John or Dean. But that wasn't how it felt. This felt like the end of the world. Like life was being torn apart. in the eye's of John, Sam was abandoning ship

"Then why go at all, huh?! You said you wanted to "Get out", Right?!" John kept raising his voice at Sam. This fighting had been going on for quite some time. Y/n and Dean, sitting outside just sat silently, sharing a diet coke can between the two of them. Y/n glanced over at her older brother, but he kept his gaze forward, zoning out 

John put his foot down one last time "Well you aren't taking her!" Sam threw his arms up exasperation, starting to give up. "You know what, if you wanna leave so bad, go ahead! We don't need traitors around!" As he spoke he started pulling Sam's things out and packing them up for him. Hurt and angry Sam spat back

"You know what, fine! I will!" He started packing his things too. the two of them kept yelling for the duration of Sam packing his things. Minutes passed when suddenly the door to the motel room flew open and Sam stormed out, John following behind him, the two of them still arguing. Sam stormed passed his siblings, who stood up expecting him to say something to them, but he didn't even look at them. Y/n, panicked, tied to follow after her brother to ask him what was happening, but was quickly stopped by her father. He grabbed her arm harshly in fear that she was trying to leave him too. Accidentally redirecting his anger at his daughter he yelled at her

"NO! You aren't going with him!!" Y/n stopped in her tracks, looking up at John who was squeezing her arm, tears started to fill her eyes. All she could see in her fathers eye's was rage, leading her to believe she'd done something wrong, though she didn't know what. Little did she know that sat right behind the expression of rage was a scared hurt man, who's world was falling apart once again. Dean tried to calm his father and break him out of the daze he was in

"Ow! Daddy! You're hurting me!" Y/n cried out as she tried to pull her arm out of Johns grasp. Sam's attention snapped back to his family from where he was in the parking lot. He dropped his bag and ran back to them on the doorstep. He and Dean pushed him away from Y/n as she fell to the ground, tears silently pouring out of her eyes. Sam screamed at John more than before, angry at what he'd done. John tried to defend himself, already realizing what he'd done. Dean knelt down beside Y/n gently checking her arm, seeing the bruise that their dad had just left on her. Dean was angry. Angry at Sam for leaving them, angry at his dad for hurting Y/n, angry at himself for not being able to stop it from happening. angry at the world that it had lead them to this point in the first place. One last verbal punch was thrown by John before slamming the door shut in Sam's face

"If you leave don't you dare come back!" And with that Sam was stood on the doorstep of a motel. he things in a duffel bag, his bruised sister on the ground, his brother knelt next to her. Sam knelt down beside her as well, trying to check out her bruise, before Dean spoke up

"I think you've done enough, just leave us alone Sam" Sam looked at Dean, shocked, hurt. He slowly stood up and Dean did the same

"So that's how it is huh?" Sam scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Dean nodded his head slightly before adding on

"Yea, looks like it is" And walking inside the motel room, also slamming the door shut behind him. And then there were two. Sam and Y/n, sat on the doorstep, alone. Y/n and Sam had always been close, due to often being left just the two of them while Dean and their dad were on hunts. Sam sat down next to Y/n and she looked at him, tears in her eyes. 

"Sammy I don't want you to stay done..." She choked out, and Sam's heart broke inside his chest. Was this really right? Was this really what he wanted? 

"I don't want to either." He put his hand on Y/n's shoulder trying to comfort her. she immediately threw herself into Sam hugging her big brother so tightly it hurt both of them. He hugged her back almost as tightly. After upwards of 5 minutes of Y/n crying in Sam's arms, and Sam silently letting tears roll down his face, she pulled back and looked at him, saying

"If you're going to go, you should do it soon, before dad comes back out to get you to stay." Sam looked at her shocked. She stood up and offered Sam her hand. He smiled at his little sister, chuckling a little bit. He stood her hand and stood up. Looking down at her he promised

"I'll call you. every chance I get I'll call you. Okay Y/n?" She nodded. and with one last hug, Sam walked away, grabbing his things, and disappearing around the street corner. Y/n walked back into the motel and sat on the floor of the bathroom, with the door locked, silently crying. she didn't come out until 5pm the next day.

End of flashback 

"Y/n You have to eat something" Dean said trying to hand her a bag of salted peanuts. She looked at it as she was pulled out of her thoughts

"I'm really not hungry" She said. she wasn't lying. it wasn't because she didn't need to eat, but because she was so distracted but her own thoughts to remember that she was actually starving. Dean rolled his eyes and tossed the bag into her lap before starting up the car

"Well eat something anyways. We'll be at Stanford in 4 hours, so we aren't stopping unless it's an emergency 

'Great' Y/n thought '4 hours until we see him...'

To Be Continued...

[oldguy56-world]

Waterworld

There are three things all people need to survive in the world: food, water and air. For food we can last quite a while without it. Currently I am approaching 11 years without having a donut so that says something. (Not sure what exactly). We can survive without water for a few days at best and as for air, give it four minutes tops. That makes air the winner in needs for us. (Interesting that while we need water if we stay under it for too long the need for air kicks in. Too bad we aren't like other species and have a blow hole, or at least one we can breathe through).

Perhaps you have guessed by reading the title that I am going to discuss the middle one, water today. My fascination was brought about yesterday when a scheduled overnight shut down of our water turned into a full extra half day. I had diligently timed my peeing to coincide with available flush times and this was completely thrown off when I discovered after waking up that it was not to be. Like any true survivor I headed over to the closest mall and marked some territory there. (relax. I used their facilities)

Cooking was going to be fun as most of our recipes involve water. We are fancy that way. There was a brief spurt from the kitchen sink but it would be best described as sludge that came out. Not an appetizing name for anything that is liquid you would want to drink. (Wait a minute! Perhaps a Slurpee that is made of fudge. The Sludge. I will look into that and get back to you.)

Anyway all was fine before supper and I am happy to say we had a nice meal. It did get me to thinking about water while we did not have it though and I thought I would share these ideas with you.

Humans are made up of mainly water yet we get flabby and lumpy. Is there something in this magical water we need to be concerned about? I have never seen flabby or lumpy water but maybe it is like that in other places we don't know about. So now the nightmares begin again.

People like to frolic in the water. So do gators and sharks. God really does have a sense of humor doesn't he? (She? I won't go down that road)

Everything we drink is 99% water, so why is a bottle of pop a couple of dollars and a bottle of wine can be a couple of thousand dollars. Are grapes that expensive? I may be wrong on this but I believe someone is making some fast money here. (Related topic. A liter of Coke goes for a couple of bucks but a pound of Coke goes for...I refuse to answer on the grounds it may incriminate me, but think about it. Same stuff that somehow the addition of water brings the price way down. My head is starting to hurt)

What if there were no oceans? How bad would the Earth smell with all those fish laying around? (Don't think too deep on that one). Or would they all have legs and feet to run around? Who needs a shark running at them while they are jogging? And how many legs would a whale require to be able to move?

What makes rain fall? It goes up and then for no reason it decides to come back to Earth. Does it miss its friends?

How come no matter what combination of foods we eat we pee yellow? Except beets. We need to look into beets.

How come most people want to vacation near the ocean but very few go in? It is much cheaper to just lie down outside your house on a sunny day. Could it be we want to see water but not get involved with it?

As you can see having the water shut off at our place for a few hours seemed to dry my brain out, or maybe it was the alternate liquids I chose to partake in that brought these thoughts to me. I should run a Beta test and find out.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Water is essential for the survival of the human race. So why is so much effort put into polluting it?

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Happy Meals And Hotels

Matildas age: 4

Pretty small one, this is one of my favorite ones ive written, although it dosent stand where i want it and the writting is off i still like it

Jays pov

Today, Me, Matilda and Will are heading up to our cabin for winter break. Currently I'm going to pick up matilda earlier from school than we had originally planned. The forecast says for heavy snow, even though me and Will can drive through the snow, we decided that we didn't want to go through it with Matilda in the car because of how young she is. 

I walk up to the receptionist so I can check Matilda out.

“Mr. Halstead, Will dropped off Matilda 2 hours ago. Your usual pick up times not for another 3 hours” She said while typing on her computer

“Yeah, I was supposed to pick her up in an hour but with the forecast we wanted to get ahead of the storm so we can head up to the cabin for the holidays.” I replied

“Ah, I see. I’ll call Mrs. Norris to bring her up.” She says with a smile while picking up the phone

“Hi, This is Cora from the front desk. Do you think you can send one of your assistants down to bring up Matilda Halstead? She's getting checked out for the day.”

She puts down the phone and looks back at me “She’ll be down in a minute.”

“Thank you so much” I say with a smile

I go to sit down while I wait for Matilda. I hear a little voice that I love to hear every single day. “JJ, I missed you!” She says while she runs up to hug me

“I missed you too Mattie bug” 

“Why are you picking me up early, JJ?” She looks up to me

“Me and will have a huge surprise for you”

“Really?”

“Really, So let's hurry up and get in the car

I buckle Matilda in her carseat and start driving to wills

***

Wills pov

“Hey will, the snow is coming down really hard and I don't think we should keep going. There's a hotel down the road” He says

“Yeah i was about to call you to say the same thing, Matties asleep and i can she thats shes uncomfortable in the car seat.” I say adjust my mirror so i can see Mattie better

“Ok, I'll call ahead to see if they have any available rooms. Make sure you get all your stuff because im not sharing any of my stuff with you” 

“Whatever will, keep your eyes on the road” He jokes

“Yeah yeah bye, jay”

“Bye will”

I pull up at the hotel Jay sent me and I call them. “Hi, do you have any rooms available for 3 people?”

“Yes but we don't have any regular rooms available, We only have suites available”  The man said

“That's fine, can you hold that room for Will Halstead, I’ll pay when we get to the front desk.” I tell the man

“Sure, The room will be on hold for two hours and then it will be up for whoever wants it”

“Thank you” I click the hang up button

Just then Mattie wakes up

“Willy, are we there yet?” She tiredly 

“No Mattie were gonna stop at a hotel for the night”

“but i wanted to play with my toys at the house” She complains

“You have some toys in your bag, you can play with those in the hotel room. I promise to buy you a new toy when we get back home.”

“Ok”

We sit in silence while pulling up to the hotel then she breaks the silence “Willy i'm hungry”

“Did you finish all your snacks?” I question how a 4 year old can eat that many snacks in a few hours.

“No JJ ate some of them and then dey fell on the ground when he put me in my chair” 

“We're gonna have some words with Jay on how he shouldn't eat your snacks aren't we?” I chuckle

“Of course willy” She laughs

“And its they not dey Mattie” I correct her

“They?” 

“Good job”

***

jays pov

“Jay shes 4 you can’t just not feed her” will sighs

“Well i'm not just gonna run out to mcdonalds to get her some food”

“Please JJ I'm really really hungry and I want a happy meal.” She gives me that puppy dog face

I finally cave in because who can't say no to that face. “Fine, Will you want the usual?”

“Sure, i just want a coke instead of a sprite this time” He responds

“Gottach, I’ll be back in like 35ish minutes”

***

Gosh, it's so cold. If I drop this food now Matildas going to have a tantrum at one in the morning and will give me that look when he wakes up in the morning because he got no sleep because a toddler cried all night. 

I walk into the hotel to see people begging for rooms and others yelling because they prioritize families with young children. If I need to intervene then I will but for now I don't need everyone knowing that there's a detective here with a small child.

As the elevator closes I can hear a lady arguing that I was allowed to go through and she wasn't.

***

Jays pov

“Alright, i got her an extra large fries that she can snack on and eat with her food so she doesn't eat ours.” I Say while taking out the food from the bag “I got the container that the pancakes come in so she can put her food on a plate.”

“Wait- where is mattie?: I look around the room for her nowhere to be seen

“She's in the closet” Will says as he points to the door

“Why”

“She got mad because i left the ipad charger in the car when her ipad died, then when she asked for my work computer i said for her to wait and let me set it up. She had a tantrum about wanting it now then ran into the closet.”

“She’ll get over it, she's probably just cranky.  She's been in the car seat for 10 hours and she hasn't eaten anything. Oh and can you grab a mug a and wash it in the sink so i can heat up some milk”

***

“Thank you for the food JJ.” I smiled

“Your welcome mattie.” He said with smile

“Ok off the bed, it's almost 2 in the morning and we’ll leave at 12 if possible.” Will said, cleaning up all the food that I threw on the floor.

***

“Is she finally asleep?” jay asked me

“Yep, I looked at the weather and it looks like we’ll be here for another day or two. So i’ll drive down to the store that a couple blocks from here and get some stuff”

“Alright, night will” he mumbled

“Night jay” I said switching the lights off

Now that ive read it i kinda hate it compared to my new story :l

[marilostfieldblog]

(OOC: WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD AND MILD GORE BELOW THE CUT! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from someone's shirt pocket as they kick a door open, they walk in and place their phone on a table. In frame are 4 people, one of them, with black hair and a sweater. Speaks up.]

?: Hello?

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

?: OMG! Heyyyyy!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[Ophelia takes a few steps, moving closer to the others. Her dark curly hair bounces as she bounds over. A very large smile on her face.]

?: Sarah meet Ophelia and Jackass, Jackass and Ophelia meet Sarah.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Motherfucker, at least be creative with it! Sarah, my name is NOT Jackass. I’m Cassius. It’s a displeasure to meet you, and even more so to see Mari again.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

M: At least be nice to Sarah, she hasn't done anything to you dipfuck.

C: … Fine. I actually have something for you, Sarah. Here.

[Cassius reaches into his pocket, and tosses something shiny and golden Sarah’s way.]

S: What is it?

C: Random ass ring I had in my room, didn’t need it. Think of it as a consolation prize for dating Mari.

M: Like you or any of PR would do any bett-

[Sarah smacks Mari on the back of the head before putting on the ring.]

S: Thank you Cassius, I like it! And Mari. Be nice.

C: I’m glad, and yeah, Mari. Be nice.

[Cassius grins and squints at Mari smugly.]

M: All I'm saying is, you can't make fun of my relationship. When Ophelia is seemingly the only person here who knows anything about a good relationship. [Aside.] hell you want to fuck the CEO.

C: I don’t do relationships. I thought I made that clear. Never exactly wanted to. And shut up about the CEO.

M: Then don't make fun of mine. If Ophelia did that at least I might understand.

S: Is Ophelia… A lesbian? You mentioned no one in PR is straight.

O: Hmmm… That’s a good question, why don’t I ask Adelia? [Aside.] ADELIA? AM I A LESBIAN?

?: FUCK YEAH YOU ARE! A GREAT ONE, TOO!

[Voice identified: Adelia.]

O: Well, that settles that!

S: Nice, glad to meet another lesbian here… Glad to meet… Any women not gonna lie.

O: Likewise. Now… are you here to…?

M: No, she's here to make sure I don't go too far. I'm a gal? Non binary version of that? Of my word, I said I'm gonna beat Eden within an inch of her life, I meant that.

[Cassius leans back in his chair, placing his legs on the table. He takes a can of Coke out of his pocket and opens it.]

C: You’ve really gotta start not sticking to your word, especially when you’re in here. I couldn’t care less if you ‘go too far’ to be honest.

O: How many Cokes do you have in your pockets?

C: You’ll never know.

M: Not gonna kill her. Don't feel like dealing with that.

[Cassius pouts, overexaggerating his expression. He takes a sip of his Coke.]

C: Yeah, alright. Have fun, asshole.

M: Trust me. I will, chicken cock.

S: Chicken cock?

M: I'm running out of insults.

O: Usually when that happens to me I call him a sleeper agent. Because–

C: Okay that’s enough Ophelia. Go beat the shit out of Eden.

M: Call her out.

[Mari runs to hide behind a plant.]

C: Eden! There’s a very large ostrich out here that I think you’d like to see!

S: Ostrich?

C: She always talks about killing and eating an ostrich. It’s the best way I could think of to get her out here.

[A red haired woman bursts out of one of the rooms and into frame.]

?: WHERE.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

M: Right here.

[Mari jumps out from behind the plant and punches Eden right in the jaw, knocking her to the ground.]

E: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! THAT IS NOT A DAMN OSTRICH. THAT’S A COWARDLY BITCH! YOU LIAR!

M: Is it really so cowardly when I do this?

[Mari grabs a pen and pokes it in the woman's eye, before punching her three more times and beginning to look for objects.]

S: Let the show begin.

[Eden stands, her jaw is clenched from pain, but despite that, she manages to lunge at Mari, her teeth visible.]

S: LOOK OUT!

[Mari spins around and blasts Eden in the head with a plant pot.]

C: Honestly, Eden! You should have seen that one coming!

[Eden doesn’t respond, instead wildly grabbing for Mari.]

M: Bruh.

[Mari blocks Eden attacks, hitting her in the head with a book.]

M: YOU ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE AT THIS!

E: YOU STABBED ME IN THE EYE! FUCK YOU!

[Eden yanks Mari’s arm and bites them in the neck. She draws back after a few seconds, looking very proud of herself.]

O: Ooh…

S: MARI!

[Mari touches their neck, blood slowly falling from the bite wound. After 5 seconds they stand there looking disappointed.]

M: That's it?

E: Wh–

C: Eden, did you happen to forget to put the venom in your enhancements this morning?

[Eden sputters indignantly.]

E: I– I couldn’t find the– the vials were missing! I think someone took them!

C: [Sarcastically.] Oh gee, wonder who could’ve done that.

[He takes another sip of his Coke, not bothering to look up, held between his fingers are several vials, Eden stares at Cassius, going red.]

E: You–

C: Look out, Eden.

M: My turn bitch.

[Mari bashes Eden over the head with a metal drawer, pulling Eden in before bashing her in the head 5 more times. Judo throwing her to the floor.]

[Eden screeches. She attempts to stand up.]

M: No you fuckin' don't.

[Mari grabs Eden by the head, headbutting her in the nose and mouth. Before starting to smash the file drawer into her head several times on the floor.]

O: That’s gotta sting!

C: Yikes! Eden, are you sure you’re good enough for PR?

M: Shut up. I'm focused.

[Mari throws the now dented drawer, grabbing Eden by the leg and putting said leg in a triangle-like position. Kicking it several times before switching to punching Eden in the face, blood popping into frame several times.]

[Cassius and Ophelia laugh as Eden tries to hit Mari, one of her arms grabs an item off the floor, but instead of hitting Mari with it, she chucks it at Sarah. Ophelia’s arm extends and catches the item, before tossing it back at Eden. It hits her in the head.]

S: Thank you… Um Eden you might regret that-

[Mari stomps the arm Eden used to throw the item multiple times, on the tenth stomp a loud crack is heard causing Eden to scream in pain.]

S: Yep.

E: WHY THAT ARM?!

M: Shut. Up.

[Mari returns to punching Eden in the face, more and more blood visible by the second.]

C: Go for the jaw!

O: No, no! Go for the nose a bit more!

[A door can be heard opening.]

?: Yooooo are we watching someone beat the shit out of Eden? Siiiick.

[Voice identified: Alexander.]

E: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP ME, YOU ASSHOLES!

[The three PR members speak in unison.]

C: Yeah, no.

O: Sorry, I don’t want to.

A: Nuh uh.

[Mari switches to stomping Eden's head, blood seen on both their knuckles.]

O: Careful! Remember that thing about keeping your word?

S: I'll stop them.

[Blood is now visible on Mari's right heel, they return to punching Eden in the face. Tears now streaming down their face.]

M: GO THE FUCK TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

E: [Barely audible.] You– first. Bitch–

M: I WON'T LET YOU HURT SOMEONE… LIKE YOU DID MY MOM!

S: [Whispered.] Fuck-

[Mari lifts their foot up once more, looking to stomp Eden's head in again.]

C: I’m not going to ask.

O: Yup, me neither.

E: What the fuck– are you talking– about?

M: Die.

[Just as Mari goes to deliver what would have been a final blow, Sarah tackles Mari to the ground.]

S: Mari, that isn't your dad! That's Eden, he's not here I promise you!

C: Ooooh, the plot thickens!

S: You got what you wanted? Eden got the shit beaten out of her?

M: Dad… I don't want him alive… LET ME GO!

C: Buddy, that is NOT your father. If I remember correctly, he got his neck snapped via crowbar. That’s Eden.

S: Trauma's a bitch. I'd figure you or anyone here, would know that.

[Cassius blinks, his expression falling slightly, before it goes back to how it was before. He laughs.]

C: Yeah, right.

M: He… I want… Mom…

S: Hey, hey I'm not your mom but I'm right here. It's ok I swear to you, can… One of you hand me some paper towels, or a mop. I'll clean up.

A: Uh, nuh uh! You didn’t do any o’ that. I’ll clean up. Go uh. Hug your partner or whatever. I dunno.

[Alexander scurries away, presumably to grab paper towels.]

S: I… Still need paper towels. For their knuckles, please?

O: I’ll get something for that, don’t worry! I’ll also drag Eden away. I’ll be back in a sec girly!

S: Thank you Ophelia, I appreciate it.

[As Ophelia exits the room, Cassius stands up and walks over to Mari and Sarah.]

C: So.

S: What?

C: How much money do ya want for that?

S: What? You serious?

C: Fuck yeah, Eden’s been a pain in the ass for too long. This’ll put her back in line. Now, how much d’ya want.

[Mari slowly calms down, giving an answer.]

M: O- one… G- grand.

S: Mari what?

C: That cheap?

M: F- five. G- Grand.

[Cassius laughs, sounding eerily non-human. His pitch is either too low or too high.]

C: That’s more like it!

[He grabs a bag from under the table and counts out the amount.]

S: What… What are we even supposed to do with that much money?

C: Hell if I know.

M: F- For one… I w- want to buy… M- mom's house…

S: Mari. That's… You sure?

C: Pfft, yeah. Good luck with that. Should’ve asked for more money if you wanted to do that.

S: Family discount? Pretty sure your aunt or uncle owns the house now right Mari?

M: y- yeah…

C: [Sarcastically.] And I’m sure that being human, they’ll for sure let you take ownership of the house for just five grand.

S: I mean… Mari's mom did only buy it for 3 grand so.

[Cassius blinks, hard. Clearing his throat.]

C: [Quietly.] Jesus Christ.

S: Fixer upper house… It is a beautiful fucking house.

C: I’m sure.

[He looks up, seemingly thinking deeply.]

C: I had something else to fucking tell you, but I forgot what it was…

S: Think?

C: Fuck you–! Wait, I remember. I uh… Hold on.

[Cassius quickly walks over to a desk, opening the drawer, taking something out, and closing it.]

C: Found this a while back. Thought you’d want it.

[He crouches down and hands a piece of white fabric to Mari, it is spotted with blood, seemingly slightly old.]

M: This is… Thank you.

C: Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t.

M: I know… Just. Quit being an asshole all the time, please? I know you might be scared of the… You know strikes but like. Please, you're capable of being… Not an asshole all the time. Look at Ophelia! She's nice.

C: You’re way too trusting.

O: What? I heard my name?

M: I… Yeah maybe, but like…

C: I mean it. You’re too trusting.

[Cassius takes out something shiny and jabs it into Mari’s hand, the blade of a knife can be seen stuck in the floor, and in Mari’s hand.]

M: G- SON OF A BITCH!

S: C- cassius. You.

[Sarah balls her hand up into a fist and punches the floor.]

M: Quit… Being a god damn asshole, am I not… Going through enough right now?

C: No, you aren’t. Nobody ever is. That’s how this world works.

M: I really… Really hope I get to watch you die. How about you fuck another one of your bosses and get killed.

O: CASS! YOU DONE STABBING MARI YET OR DO YOU NEED A MINUTE?

C: I’m done! You ready to go?

O: Hell yeah!

[Ophelia walks out, no paper towels in hand, instead she has a dressy outfit on.]

O: Sorry, hon. Well, I’m not. But… you know. Symbolic apologies. Like what you do!

S: You… I… I thought…

[Sarah looks confused, turning to look at the phone on the table.]

O: You thought what, girl. That I was going to be some sweet woman who does no wrong? Look around you, you’re in the goddamn murder dormitory. This is where Showfalls best liars hang out.

S: Except Eden. She is both a bad liar and a bad killer. But that's besides the point what the actual fuck?

O: If she’s such a bad liar, then why does Rose still call her Evelyn? Just some food for thought. Anyway! It’s time for me to go! Have fun, you two!

M: P- phone… L- light…

[Mari looks directly at the phone, the transcript light shining in their eyes.]

O: Oh, right. Hold on. Let’s see if that new update installed on your phone!

[Ophelia walks up to the phone, grinning.]

O: Block user Nessa Kylie Hoffson.

[User blocked.]

O: There we go, now I’m off the hook.

M: n- no…

[Mari looks down.]

S: THERE'S STILL ROSE! AND KATHERINE! YOU DUMB BITCH!

O: I’m still by the phone, girlie! Block users Rose Henderson and Katherine Romero.

[Users blocked. Sub-users blocked.]

M: S- sarah… p- please… s- shut the fuck up.

C: I may not know a lot about relationships, but that is no way to treat your girlfriend.

O: Because I’m feeling a little nice, here. Have an Advil, hon. It might help.

[Ophelia tosses a small pill towards Mari, before finally turning to leave.]

M: …

S: Mari I…

M: F- fuck you cassius. I… I hope… CEO has… your fuckin' tongue ripped out.

C: I wouldn’t mind that.

O: What.

C: What? Let's go actually. Haha.

[The two leave.]

M: End transcript… Why didn't it work?

[Footsteps can be heard coming down a hallway, Alexander slides into frame, holding paper towels, and regular towels. And a pack of marshmallows. For some reason.]

A: I HAVE THINGS!

M: W- what…

S: I'm guessing you're an asshole. Like the rest of PR?

A: What the fuck, you’re so mean to me all the time. You hates me and you’re so sucks. I bring you towels of every kind and you still bully me. What the fuck.

S: My girlfriend just got stabbed by your boss. Ophelia said you're all liars. So sorry I don't trust you either.

A: Hey, do you want the towels or not.

S: Yes… Please.

[Alexander drops the towels on the floor, the paper towels taking a while to land, as they float to the ground, scattering. He drops into a cross legged sitting position, and leans forward with his chin in his hands.]

S: Yes?

A: Hi!

S: Hello.

A: Are you any good at mario party.

S: Yes actually, why you ask?

A: Cassius is shit at mario party. I wanna play against someone who’ll actually be a challenge to beat.

S: In return will PR leave us the fuck alone?

A: Erm.

S: Alexander please… I'm tired. I'm mad that I'm still in this hellhole. I want to go home. If I play mario party can PR please leave us alone?

[Alexander's playful tone drops, just for a moment.]

A: Sarah. We’re risking a lot by just letting you even be in here. I can’t do jack shit about any of this. None of us can. We don’t have that power.

S: We could help… You don't have to be afraid to ask for help. You could run, escape, get doctors to deal with any showfall issues they caused.

[Alexander leans in and whispers something in Sarah’s ear.]

[Sarah freezes for one moment, before laughing. After 30 seconds she leans in to whisper something in Alexander's ear.]

A: Dude, sonic and mario DEFINITELY kiss so much. What are you even saying right now.

S: Agree to disagree.

M: What the fuck are you two saying…

A: You wouldn’t get it, you’re a nerd. And not awesome.

M: Mario and Sonic do more then kiss, fuck y'all mean?

A: Okay uh. Mayonnaise or whatever your name is, you’re gonna bleed all over my controllers. So you either can’t play or you have to be the red one.

M: Can I end the transcript?

A: Yeah sure, if you don’t want everyone on the internet to see me kicking your ass in mario party!

S: They actually um… Won our high school mario party tournament. Fun fact.

A: Okay? I’m so cool and awesome and not paper-like in the slightest, I will not fly away in the wind. I will win all the rounds and you’ll cry. So hard.

M: You look like a jug of strawberry milk. In like… The worst way.

A: It must be all the poison I drink daily.

M: What the fuck.

A: Builds tolerance. I don’t have to be afraid of drinking things that Cassius hands me on thursdays.

M: You should be DEAD.

A: Yeah, sometimes I overdo it.

S: Wait… Why Thursdays?

A: Poison Thursdays. Scariest day of the week.

M: Anyway. [Aside.] END TRANSCRIPT!

[Transcript manually ended.]

[toribookworm22]

And a return happy STS to you!

Okay! Pick 3-4 of your favorite characters you've ever made. They can be from current works, past works, one offs, whatever. Got them? Good! They are at the County Fair! This place has all your standard US attractions. Elephant Ears, Funnel Cake, a Ferris wheel, scary house/maze, etc. What is everyone doing until the BIG FIREWORK SHOW in the evening? For the sake of ease, all attractions are free (came with price of admission) and everyone has like 100 bucks to spend on food, drink, souvenirs, or whatever.

If you feel like there would be some date action, there is also a Tunnel of Love of course.

Get silly and fanfictiony with it!

Hey, love! Thanks for the ask!

My picks are:

Tomas, Rolyn, & Maybelle all from The Animatronic Saga. Ready?

I'm starting to think was a terrible idea.

Not many people could've convinced me to come here in the first place, what with the merriment and the noise and the people, but I have an annoyingly large soft spot for the boys that they are now willing to abuse.

Rolyn brushes his pinkie against mine, signal for: Can I grab your hand?

Yeah. Soft spot, all right.

I grip his palm in mine, maybe a little tighter than necessary. "You alright?"

"Fine." My voice has gone reedy.

We step forward in the little line to ride the Ferris Wheel. I risk a glance up at it. Nope. Still looks like a death trap up close. My fingers start tapping against the back of Rolyn's hand.

"Okay, tough guy." He draws the hands we're holding up and around my shoulder-- no, I'm not sure how-- and tugs me out of the line.

Tomas sidles up on my other side. "Not like we have to ride it, Maybelle."

"What?" I feel so small between them and not just because I'm so much shorter. "We can ride it if you want to. I don't mind."

Tomas grins, eyes glinting. "Nice try. This is your first fair and we're only doing what you want to do. So what's first?"

Turned away from the giant death wheel, I'm now face to face with the rest of the monstrosity fair. Overlapping sounds echo from the line of games to our left. There's a few other rides to our right. And dead ahead: "I'm hungry. You hungry?"

Rolyn finally releases my hand, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a neat fold of cash. "Let's go, party people!"

I get one of those too-big-to-hold pretzels and a slushie that tastes more like pure caffeine then a coke. Behind the stand is a ring of picnic tables. I snag the one not already sticky, laying down a few napkins so my pretzel won't spill out onto the wood when it enevitably slips from its paper sleeve.

The first bite isn't half bad. "You've gotta dip it in the cheese," Tomas says, holding out a little plastic container of.

Nose scrunching up, I hesitantly do. "Whatever that is, it's not cheese." I grimace but let it into my mouth and- "Adenrore, that is yummy."

"Told you," Tomas laughs, taking a sip of Rolyn's Sprite.

Rolyn steals it back with a squawk. "Hands off my drink, you gremlin!"

Tomas just turns to me, making Granby hands at my slushie. "What flavor d'you get?"

Shrugging, I slide him the cup. He takes a dip then smacks his lips. "What is that?"

"Was supposed to be coke."

"That is not coke."

Rolyn extends a hand. "Let me try." Takes a sip. "That could be coke."

"Blasphemy." Tomas snatches back my drink. Slurps some more. "Nope. I don't know what it is." Takes another sip.

"Oh my gosh, you have your coding own!"

They both start to laugh, taking bites out of their own snacks. About halfway through my pretzel, my anxiety finally starts fading out. And since there's no way I'm going to finish the whole thing...

"Who's up for some games?"

...

The ground slips away from our feet, the bench swaying a little in the warm wind. There's a giant turtle cushioned on my lap, Rolyn and Tomas’s held hands sitting on top of it. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah?"

I nod, eyes locked on the where the last bits of sunset are. "Yeah. I'm okay."

The boys each lean a little closer into me. "Proud of you, Maybelle."

We stop at the top for a moment. The sky goes dark and there, from the field, they start firing off the fireworks. I've seen several countries and another planet, visited Caverns and traveled through a night sky of stars.

But this is pretty coding beautiful.