#like weed and hamburger

[bitchfendi]

pop tap beat doesnt update frequently enough and the arcade at my mall took the taiko machine away i need taiko web back NOW

[lovebugism]

istg that “just because you’re beautiful and a good kisser does not mean i forgive you.” “you think i’m beautiful?” is sooooo eddie coded.

i'm picturing a sorta enemies to lovers with eddie pulling yet another prank on reader (we all know this boy has the emotional maturity of a five year old when it comes to making a move on the girl he likes) but he really does hurt her feelings this time so he tries to make it up to her and they end up kissing.

from what you've written before i think you could put a great spin on this sorta scenario, if you feel like it <3

hope you like it! :D — you're eddie munson's biggest enemy. and, yes, you're also his soulmate. (enemies to lovers, secret relationship, 0.9k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

You storm into the bustling lunch room, having traded your pretty corseted blouse for a piece of oversized Corroded Coffin merch — definitely not by choice. “Do you have a death wish?” you ask when you reach the Hellfire table at the very back of the cafeteria, zeroed in on its leader at the head of it.

Eddie turns slowly, blinking up at you with innocent button eyes. His chews through the hamburger wadded in his cheek. “Potentially,” he answers, muffled before he swallows it down.

You huff, too easily frustrated. It isn’t any wonder why he likes to mess with you so much. “Where are my clothes?” 

“The ones you left on my bedroom floor last night or…?”

“No, you idiot— The clothes you stole from the girl’s locker room. Which makes you a total perv, by the way.”

“Oh, that sexy little number?” he croons, turning in his seat to face you more. “It’s in my locker, actually.”

“Well, get it out,” you say with gritted teeth.

He thinks for a moment, pursing his lips to the side. “Hm… I don’t think I will.”

Your jaw tightens. “Why?”

“‘Cause it’s a little revealing, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah, that’s kinda the point, Munson.”

He smacks his lips against his teeth, then scrunches the bridge of his nose. He wags a sarcastic, ringed finger at you. “See— Those aren’t the values a nice girl like you should have—”

“God, you’re infuriating,” you groan and stomp off again.

Eddie smiles to himself while he watches you go, cheek tilted lazily to his shoulder. The only thing he likes better than seeing you come (in more ways than one) is watching you leave.

He sighs a deep, contented sigh and turns back to the rest of the table. They’re all wide-eyed and silent, still musing on the sudden interaction with the disbelief that it had happened at all.

Eddie only grins, wider this time. “Ah… She’s obsessed with me.”

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By the end of the school day, your blouse hasn’t yet been returned to you. You’re still stuck in the stupid shirt Eddie had left for you — all black, too big, and obviously his. You know it belongs to him because you’ve worn it thousands of times while sleeping over at his place. It smells just like him, like weed and cologne and boy.

You’re heading towards the exits when a hand pulls you into an abandoned classroom around the corner — pale, ringed, and lanky. As if you needed any further confirmation it was Eddie Munson. 

You stumble in, and he locks it behind you.

“Don’t you think you’ve bothered me enough today?” you squint.

“Oh, so you don’t want your shirt back?” he teases, waving the thing in his free hand. You reach for it, and he snatches it back, smirking softly down at you. “Uh-uh. What’s the magic word, sweetheart.”

“Give me my shirt back,” you answer in a monotone.

“Not even close, but I’ll give you a kiss for it.”

You sigh like it’s a chore for you and lean in to kiss his cheek. Your lips just barely graze his stubbly jaw. Eddie shrugs. “You missed, but I’m feeling nice today, so—”

You snatch it from him when he hands it to you. “You can’t keep doing this, Eds. We’re supposed to hate each other.”

“Well, one, we do hate each other. Obviously,” he scoffs and leans back on one of the desks. It shifts under his weight, and he stumbles. He decides to sit on it completely while you laugh. “And two, this was, like, a genius prank on my end. I made my arch nemesis walk around in my shirt all day— you’re not giving me enough credit for this, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, except I got called the freak’s girlfriend all day.”

“By who?”

“Who do you think?”

He ponders for a moment. “…Jason?”

You nod, all slow because it’s obvious. The only one who hates Eddie more than you do is Jason Carver. You wonder if he’s secretly in love with the town freak, too.

“Well, it’s about time he knows who you belong to,” the boy says with a laugh. “He’s only been trying to get with you for two years.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “I don’t belong to anyone— I’m not a toy.”

“Well, yeah— only when you wanna be,” Eddie teases, reaching out for you. His ringed fingers curl around your wrist to pull you closer. You sigh in annoyance but walk between his thighs anyway.

“You’re so annoying.”

Eddie grins, pink and boyish. “But you like me anyway. So who’s the real loser?”

“I thought we hated each other,” you quip with narrowed eyes.

“I was kidding— Just kiss me.”

You giggle quietly and lean in to peck his lips. He tastes like nicotine and spearmint, mouth soft like flower petals. You get lost in him too easily. One peck becomes two — then three — then a longer, languid, and more drawn-out thing.

You feel Eddie smile against you, knowing he’s won now that you’re melting for him. You pull away with a smack when you regain your senses.

“Just because you’re pretty and a good kisser, doesn’t mean I forgive you, by the way. You know that, right?”

“Mhmm,” he hums mindlessly, already leaning forward to kiss you again.

You pull softly back. “And that I’m totally getting you back for this?”

“Yep.” He pecks your lips once, with a lot more self-restraint than you’d had. “So… When are you coming over to get the clothes you left at my place last night?”

[mimasroom2]

My tennis star! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Secretly dating jock!ellie

C/w: smut but for like 2 seconds. Mention of weed lol. Uhh that’s it this is pretty laid back. This is my first time using those fake texting things I think I like it? Idk

W/c: ≈ 800

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- She plays tennis bc I said so 🎾

- She’d win a match and she’d post on her instagram story something REAL cheesy like “only reason why we won is because someone special was in the crowd💖” and everyone thinks she’s talking ab a guy but it’s really you >•<

- She’d pull you aside into an empty hallway and lean over you with her arm up (yknow. The classic masc move.) and whisper “You comin’ to the game tonight, baby?”

- It’s so fucking cheesy but you swear she makes your knees weak every time she talks with her sexy ass voice.

- “Too bad I can’t have a massive ass sign that says your name on it all big or something.” You grin widely and she laughs, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.

- You guys go on dates to the mall so she can buy new workout clothes & equipment. Every time you guys see someone you know in a store you split up and pretend to be looking at different things on other ends of the store. Eventually when they leave you two come back together and giggle.

- “Heya stranger.” She grins, showing you some knee high socks she found while she was pretending to look around.

- Only your two best friends know ab you and Ellie, so you’re always having to make up excuses as to why you’re going to the tennis games.

- “They needed help with grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for the game, and you know I always need more service hours!”

- “Man I’m sorry I can’t go to the movies tonight. I already told the tennis coach I’d do face painting for the little kids that come😕”

- You’re studying at your desk when the first message from Ellie absolutely jumpscares you. The girl really needs to learn about context 🙄

- Absolutely all the girls in the crowd and on the opposing team would swoon over her. She lovesssss the attention and always waves at the crowd and blows kisses to them. Sometimes she winks at the girls on the other team to purposefully distract them as they’re serving. You don’t feel jealous though because you know as soon as the game’s over you’re going back to her place to celebrate ;)

- You feel so fucking lucky you’re dating a jock as her toned muscular arm is pumping in and out of you.

- “Fuck,, guess all that racket swinging comes in handy when I’m fucking you, hm?” She smirks, and she was actually right. She could practically finger you forever and never get tired.

- She’s a perfectionist with her playing and in bed. She’d have to make you cum at least twice before she’s satisfied.

- The next morning Ellie has to leave early for practice so she lets you stay in her room to sleep in. She texts you a WHOLE BUNCH, effectively spamming your phone and waking you up:

- She comes up to you one day out of the blue and says “Hey y/n, I’m like so serious can you hide all my stoner shit until this season is over…?” You knew she smoked but she told you she only does it when she’s off in tennis, so you’re surprised when she hands you a shoebox full of all her stuff.

- “Yeah ‘m fine. Coach has been gettin’ on to me. Jus’ more stressed out is all.” Is all she has to say when you ask about it. She runs her hands through her hair, thinking you’re frustrated with her. You’re just glad she trusts you enough to make her keep her promises to herself.

- She’d ask you what your favorite color is and get a special racket in that color for whenever you see her play. She’d say it’s her lucky racket :,)

- You were never super into sports but you loveeeee spending time with Ellie, so she decides to give you some one on one lessons.

- “Yeah, thas’ it, baby.” She’d mutter in your ear from behind you. She’s holding the racket with you and helping you swing your arms the right way.

- You guys didn’t expect to see anyone on the tennis court this early, so when other people come and Ellie recognizes them, she quickly guides you guys behind a tree.

- Your stomach is filled with butterflies as she tucks your loose hair behind your ear and kisses you !!

- You feel like a little kid playing in the woods again because now you and Ellie are sneaking around the park/tennis court trying not to be seen by the other people

- She gets really cocky sometimes and posts soft launches of you on her insta stories

- It would be a picture of you in her lap WAHH! Her tattooed hand is on your thigh with the caption “keeping me occupied”

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[muzaktomyears]

Two of Us play notes/thoughts/Easter eggs I noticed

they played solo Beatles tracks as waiting music before the play began so I sat there listening to ‘Monkberry Moon Delight’ with a theatreful of people which was great 

before Paul turns up John is baking(/burning) bread

John is wearing underwear under his dressing gown which obvs had to be but also my suspension of disbelief was CHALLENGED

when Paul rings up to be let in John does a little rhyme to make him prove he is who he says he is. this is not the exact wording but it went something like: "Five little boys in Hamburg did play/All through the night and all through the day/Ingrid the stripper would do anything/But who got the clap? Was it sexy Stu Sutcliffe - or the lead singer in Wings?" and then Paul has to admit it was him who got the clap

when Paul takes his shoes off he also takes his socks off - idk if this is an intentional barefoot Paul thing but it is hilarious later when they're fighting and Paul is about to leave and angrily putting his socks back on

John and Paul have Get Back era hair/beards, which is weird - presumably because they assume people going to see this will also have seen Get Back but might not know their 1976 looks as well?? idk

some of the dialogue and references have been made a bit more British - the skit they do at the piano is now set in a British greasy spoon instead (still with the American accents)

instead of fighting "like the Hatfields and McCoys" they're now fighting like "the Montagues and the Capulets" (👀)

'Sh-Boom' is played on the record player while they smoke weed (Paul uses the album cover to roll the joint)

George and Ringo both get more of a mention! Paul says that George is happy now (John replies that he's not happy, he's reincarnated). John tells Paul a story Ringo told him about going on a bus in NYC and being recognised.

"I'm the best fuck you ever had" is said by John during the fight (Paul replies "If that's your way of saying you were the real brains behind the Beatles-" etc. etc.)

"You should have married me when you had the chance" is said by John during the Yoko/losing my friend bit

"It's only me" as John's way to get Paul not to leave after the fight

when John goes out to get disguises for them Paul sits at the piano and starts playing some notes he finds there (he'd asked about them earlier and John had said they're nothing). we get a few notes of 'Now and Then' before John returns (ghjshgkhgkdshgksd who did this I HATE YOU)

the appearance of the I Love Paul badge!! John wears it on his disguise jacket and Paul asks what it says. John tells him and then Paul replies "Lucky Paul".......

they never go outside in this version - John says he'll go but then thinks better of it. this means that John comes across as even more locked away than he does in the film.

the police bit is sort of done when Paul puts on a leather hat from the disguises and pretends to be a policeman come to question John, who John then talks back at. he also yells out of the window at some police below at one point.

Paul realises they're never actually going to Luigi's, so John lays the table for him as if they're at a restaurant together (including calling him "Lady McCartney" and "my love")

the bit with the fan is sort of recreated but instead it's John asking Paul whether he truly thinks Wings at the Speed of Sound is the number 1 record in America (which obvs changes it quite a lot)

Julian is brought up - they're toasting to various people/things (ending with "Dr. Winston O'Boogie and Paul Ramon") and Paul says "to Julian" and sort of confronts John about him and how he treated him

during the toasting Paul also mentions "putting hair on a seagull's chest" which John questions and then Paul says it's something his dad used to say

I thought the lift scene/roof scene wouldn't be happening... BUT THEN a lift descended from the ceiling ❤️ the magic of theatre

the kiss still happens and idk but I thought the vibe was a bit different from the film version - less jokey (and no lines after about brushing his teeth/is my name Brian)

Paul: I bought into it that you and me didn't get along well (paraphrasing the Stephen Colbert interview)

they hug at the end of the roof conversation (I was sat very close to this since the actors come in front of the stage to do it and they were both crying and it WAS ALL TOO MUCH 😭😭)

John gets them two guitars to practice with before they go out and they sit opposite each other in chairs and Paul says “I know which one to begin with” and John says “What?” and they lean forward and then the phone rings

when Paul leaves John he’s crying and it’s like okay rip out my heart I guess

the play ends with Paul on the phone to Linda and John on the phone to Yoko, at opposite sides of the stage, and they say “I love you” to their wives but also to each other and it’s ridiculous????

yeah then ‘Give Peace a Chance’ plays which is such a bizarre choice idek

anyway who knows if it's a good play or what the actual people there thought about it because obvs I can have no rational reaction to it but I'm so glad I went to see it because someone on the writing team is one of us I SEE YOU

[psycho-static]

lmao the next two!! Me pickles n Nathan designs Nathan was hella hard to design cuz i just...didnt have any ideas for him, unlike pickles lmao what do u lot think? Design notes under cut: (warning very long lmao)

PICKLES .His neck is scrawny his frame is rather small but has like a weird potbelly less average more..skinny fat build (despite this hes still pretty strong when anegred, fuled by darkness and hatred 😍) .He wears a pretty thick bandana to hide his balding head .And he only has so many dread...alot of em probably fell out lmao .Said dreads are also....sentient??? idk man i think pickles having living hair would be cool asf lmao little tentacles that let him pick up 5 weed baggies at once! wahoo!!! (Inspired by the hamburger time dream sequence) .His vest is more distintcly ripped and has the exodia sign on it despite what its associated with, he still thought the shirt was cool, so he wore it anyway lmao .His trousers are hella baggy, thick comfy, and patchy, that man almost NEVER changes his trousers its like the only pair he has .So he has them custoimsed with skull kneecaps because thats BRUTAL!!!! .He has fishnets ontop of his cuffs because it looks neat, also weirdly both aquatic and metal??? it works lmao .This man would defo have a tattoo, in this case a massive drunk (or dead) octopus on his arm (his spiritual awakening told him it was a good idea ) (the only tattoo he has that isint complete shite) .The rest of the tats he got he was drunk asf when he got em (not pictured here but they defo exist lol) .His teeth and eyes are yellow cuz hes c r u s t y as f u c k . He has more peircings, pickles is a pretty big peircing enthusiast he some some on the back of his neck his nipples and probably his nuts too lmao .And obligatory arm hair lmao --------------------------------------------------------------------------- NATHAN. Ngl i had....no ideas for him lmao nathans design works as is tbh hes a pretty smiple guy he dosent need nothing fancy to be brutal HE IS THE BRUTALITY .Ik alot of ppl draw nathan pretty tan but ngl...i think hed be pale as fuck lmao nothing screams more brutal that permenant corpse paint .He has pretty dark black bags around his eyes aswell as some black drippy tears round them .His shirt n jeans are a bit ripped, but thats about it .His hair covers one of his eyes, topped with a menacing face shadow, the moment he flips his hair back though, he turns to a right sofite .And the obligatory body hair, he defo deserves some lol

[postersofleon]

Just Like The Beatles

Being in a band with three men while being a lonely girl would sound difficult, but you all managed to make it work. You four tried to use bonding exercises to avoid issues, which included livestreams with fans or smoked weed in private. When you joking said, you should do that infamous Beatle game in Hamburg. You didn't expect them to accept.

content: smut

notes: afab fem!reader; 'bonding' with the boys; um, i can't explain; luis x leon x chris x you; man on man action; modern au; ooc characters; SMUTTY. like there is no plot at all. minors, i know i can't control you, but... this is a sexual situation. if i say, don't read this, you are stubborn and will still try. I'm trying to finish all my long stuff to not overwhelm myself.

taglist: @argreion

The digital clock counted another minute. All the hotel room heard was the breathing of each member of the group. Luis's brown eyes looked at each of his members. This wasn't gay, right? He took a deep breath, "Do you have your dildo?" He wanted to make sure this was perfect for their dumb new activity of the day.

You groaned softly, "I, I got it." You showed your pink toy to your friends. Leon's cheeks turned a bit red but he stayed focused on the mission. Chris nodded his head as well. "Okay, so, how did the Beatles do it again?" He asked softly.

"Well, it was a masturbating game," Leon mumbled softly, "They jacked their dicks together as they yelled out names. Lennon mentioned Churchill but they still... had to cum."

Yeah, this was basically insane.

You nodded your head and took off your bathrobe, showing at least a bit of your breasts and raised your bottom side of it. "I'm ready, I guess." Luis swallowed when he saw your boobs, "I still don't know how this is bonding exercise." He felt himself just getting hard by seeing his lead singer's breasts.

Chris sighed, "Well, if it weren't for her research the Beatles," He rubbed his thighs and pulled out his limp dick, "And you two bozos accepting it. We could've just done a stupid Tiktok trend."

Leon rolled his eyes, "It sounded like a good idea. You saw what music the Beatles did."

"Yeah, until they broke up." Chris muttered.

Leon pulled out his own half harden dick, "No wonder we don't have girlfriends." Leon looked at everyone half naked side. Your pussy and your dildo slowly rubbing it gently to make it wet. Leon groaned, "Fuck, this is definitely a bad idea."

Luis groaned, "Don't judge, I didn't shave." He showed his and he had a bunch of pubes were just there.

"This is so gay." Leon mumbled.

"Forget it." You said, "Now, we have to figure out how to get properly aroused to play the game."

The four idiots looked at each other. Luis saw Chris's dick and Leon's... and soon your cunt. He gently rubbed his to raise it up. "I'm... I'm really trying, eh." He grunt softly.

You closed your eyes for a second and rubbed your dildo on your tits. You clicked on the end of it, and it began to buzz. You focused the buzzing on your nipples and moved it up and down. Leon, Chris, and Luis were just enjoying the how you looked. Leon's legs opened, and he whined softly as his hips buckled.

Chris's eyes followed how the dildo just played around your body.

"I'm wet." You said.

I'm hard." Luis muttered, trying to keep it nice and steady.

Leon nodded his head as he removed his bathrobe. The trio without shame looked at Leon. Leon was a soft version of hot compared to Chris and Luis. Leon had body hair, but he trimmed most of the guys.

Chris was struggling a bit. He sighed, "I can't." The trio looked up at their leader. "Why not?" You asked. Keeping yourself wet sucked as your fingers began to rub your clit to assure it. Chris groaned, "I just don't jack off a lot. I don't even like watch porn."

Leon, Luis, and you had a guilty look.

"It-it's fine. Let's play, and maybe Chris will get hard from... something." Leon knew either way, Chris will feel it. The dildo entered your hole and pumped the toy in and out. "First name..." You whispered softly.

"Albert Wesker." Leon started easy. Everyone from the band knew Wesker was hot whenever they liked it or not. You pinched your nipples as you focused on the idea of Wesker pumping his dick in you. Leon's hand rubbed his tip and moaned softly until his wrist moved up and down his shaft.

Luis rubbed his happy trail and slowly began and avoided his tip. His pre cum began to bubble from his tip. Even if Chris wasn't masturbating, he had Wesker in mind. Chris began to rubbed gently his thighs to raise himself to play the game. Next name.

"Jill Valentine?" Luis said in a questioning tone. Jill was more taboo than Wesker. They respected her.

You pumped the dildo slower for Jill. "Mm, Jill would be so nice..." The men agreed. Leon's butt clenched a bit; he groaned weakly, trying to catch his breath.

Next name. It was your turn but you were too focused on riding your toy. "Hey, your turn." Chris tried to be the bigger adult, but seeing your body squirm around your body. Your cunt clenching on the pink toy...

"Um," You were forced to think. You saw how your band members were just pumping their dicks, it made your stomach feel weak. Your eyes trailed down how Leon masturbated compared to Chris and Luis.

Chris did it as he made a mission. He wasn't completely relaxing as his hand pumped it over and over. His eyes were hazy. Luis was more loving in a way, his legs were wide and kept nothing hidden. His cock was red and needy, but he kept it more under control.

Leon was groaning and making more noise as he pumped his cock. "C'mon, hurry up..." He moaned.

"Leon..." You moaned back.

Your cheeks burned, but you looked at them. All of them needing them a bit more than expected. In a way, everyone knew the game was over as they stood up and crowded Anya. It wasn't the usually friendly stuff they did. It was focused around lust. Luis kept his cock close your face as he pumped it faster. Luis put gently his tip around your lips and traced them together. He hissed weakly before placing his hot cock inside your mouth.

Leon removed your toy from your cunt and got down his knees and saw his lead singer's wetness pour down. "Chris..." Leon's index finger traced down her pussy lips, Chris went down on his knees as well.

Your eyes wanted to look down, but Luis basically was thrusting his cock in your mouth. Chris and Leon opened your legs and went in. Chris kissed your thighs and Leon lick gave small little licks directly from the hole. Making sure to not make the hotel chair dirty. Well, that was his mind set around it. Leon's free hand was still pumping his cock. All Chris can do is see how they went at it.

Leon's tongue moved around your folds and your pretty hole. Collecting all it can. He grabbed your hips tightly, his hot breath against your cunt as his nose rubbed you. Your hand grabbed Leon's hair and tugged on it hard.

Leon whined softly. Luis didn't even focus at the men at your feet. He caressed your cheeks as you took him in.

Your drool traveled down your tits as you moaned like a pathetic toy. Luis slapped your tits and held them, "Fuck, fuck, si..." He grunted weakly.

Leon looked up at you and noticed all the wetness collecting on your pretty cunt. Chris groaned, "This sucks..." His eyes widen when he saw how Luis had you, "We need a better position." He whispered softly. Luis grinned, "Ye-yeah, I need to keep this mouth on my dick..." Leon pressed his nose on your clit before licking it again.

Luis pulled out. You coughed loudly, finally catching your breath. Chris needed to think fast.

Chris stood up and gently kissed your lips. "Can you handle it?" He whispered softly. Your eyes soften, "I can try." You didn't want neither of them left out. He smiled. Despite being the biggest of the three, he was gentle and knew his strength. Leon was accidentally too rough, he didn't mean to, but his strength came into place.

You were carefully placed on the bed into doggy. It felt embarrassing until you felt Chris slowly press his cock around your folds. In front of you, Luis and Leon's cocks were on your face. Luis caressed the top of your head, "Good thing we don't have a concert tomorrow, huh?" Leon smiled too, "We'll be gentle." You knew could trust your drummer and your base player.

Chris grabbed your hips and slowly began to thrust. He groaned weakly. He gently squeezed your butt. Luis and Leon gently shoved their cock into your mouth. They were expecting a blowjob. Just your mouth on them. You groaned softly when you felt Chris's fingertips hold your hip tightly. Luis groaned softly, "Leon, I think we have to handle it ourselves."

Leon whined softly. Luis kissed your lips, "When Chris is done, it'll be our turn." Luis sighed softly, "It's going to end up gay."

"Actually, like Marlon Brando," Leon said, "He slept with men and women to ease himself." Luis sighed softly, "I can't believe we are the same age."

Leon rolled his eyes until he felt Luis's lips on his. Chris thrusted deeper into you, pinning you as he pushed you arched back down. Chris groaned softly as his large arms held your waist. Chris kissed your cheek, his dick was slamming in and out of you. Luis and Leon were just happily making out on the bed in front of you. You gasped weakly once Chris rubbed your clit as he kept and kept going. Your squirmed a bit, kicking your feet a bit, "Chris!" You yelped loudly. Chris rubbed your clit faster, "Sa-save that voice."

You whined loudly, you couldn't take it anymore.

It was too simulating. Seeing Leon's and Luis's cock drag against each other. Bumping into each other. Chris's own cock pumping you, your kicked around, "Chris..." Chris grabbed you and sat you up. His hands grabbed your hips as he moved you up and down.

Leon and Luis were in their own heaven as they gently kissed. Luis' hand caressed Leon's hips and pulled him closer, Luis grabbed Leon's blond hair and pulled him close. Leon moaned softly, his eyes fluttered a bit trying to see Luis, but his mind was stuck on the kiss. Leon pumped their dicks together with the pace Chris had in you. Luis cursed weakly, his hips moved up a bit trying to feel more of Leon.

Your toes curled up, your back arched that specific way and it was takeaway on Chris's actions. Chris rubbed gently your stomach, "C'mon... Luis and Leon need you like I do..." Your eyes weakly looked at how their tips' pre-cum were sticking together. "Mm, need..." You whispered softly. You wanted to choke on them, but you weren't thinking clear and Chris knew so. "Later." His fingers rubbed your clit again, little by little it went faster and faster. Until you released. Your cunt clenched around Chris's cock and attempted to squeeze all of him, but Chris thought it double and wore a rubber. Even Luis and Leon made a mess on Luis's stomach, they all gasped for air for a bit.

You laid on the bed, and Chris held you from the back. Luis and Leon soon followed. Holding each other tightly to give comfort. Luis groaned softly, "So, now what? Is this part of our bonding now?" Guess the Beatles were kind of right.

[freddie-77-ao3]

an incomplete list of camp antics that lee fletcher put up with during his time as counselor/camp dad

malcolm. that's it. malcolm as a whole. that boy is so fucked up he's his own bullet point.

the fourth of july where cecil, lou ellen, and will raised the dead, and started a plague (that spread through the ones they'd necromanced)

the christmas where cecil, lou ellen, and will set hermes cabin on fire to win extreme cabin decorating

the four times michael climbed him like a tree so that clarisse couldn't reach him

the pair of wolves connor and malcolm brought home (and camp then adopted)

katie selling weed at camp

katie selling weed to gods

katie selling weed to mortals

travis' addiction to caffeine (10 espresso shots a day, plus a caffeine pill, plus four cups of black tea)

travis' caffeine WITHDRAWAL that one time cecil and lou ellen hid it on april fools day

drew tanaka inventing a gene editing program to make a giant fuzzy catapillar (so that she could ride it into battle)

the three week period that connor insisted on wearing four inch heels and a rainbow pride flag as a dress because sherman used gay as an insult

will trying to kick michael out of the cabin so they could have a cat (and michael's subsequent supportance of the action)

lou ellen experimenting with magic and turning katie into a lion

lou ellen experimenting with magic and permanently changing her hair color (on accident)

the time drew turned in a book report on connor's diary and lee, as the head counselor for winter session, had to read and GRADE it

the time annabeth and percy got into a fist fight over the correct definition of hamburger, and whether percy could play it in scrabble

travis eating katie's lip balm and getting sick

travis eating another tube of katie's lip balm and getting sick (again)

every time michael and jake babysat harley

the time cecil tried to learn the lyre

the time lou ellen and will learned how to break lyres (in 18 different ways)

katie pranking travis by making corn mazes grow around him randomly for two months straight (the amount of corn lee then had to eat was infuriating)

the winter sessions where drew, connor, and malcolm were counselors (and subsequently hijacked every counsel meeting with insane bullshit)

the two month period malcolm and drew became new york vigilantes

the following four month period malcolm and drew convinced connor to become a new york vigilante WITH them

lou ellen and will knowing cecil was in prison for three days before bailing him out (has happened at least four times)

michael lighting clarisse on fire

the possum memes cecil spends hours making on the infirmary computer going viral and chiron questioning lee for an hour and a half on whether lee thinks there's a leak at camp because memes in the mortal world are dangerous apparently?

the time malcolm macheted through a bunch of stacks of paperwork because of connor's typo

the time drew convinced connor eggs weren't real when they were six

the time drew convinced connor eggs weren't real when they were twelve

malcolm got hit by a taco truck and drew proceeded to buy tacos from the same truck

cecil drinking shampoo because tsa told him it wasn't allowed on the plane

cecil drinking shampoo because he liked the taste

cecil getting his stomach pumped because he drank four bottles of shampoo in a day

travis and malcolm getting married in vegas during a mission

cecil drinking glowstick juice

cecil learning that drinking glowstick juice is bad and swallowing a glowstick whole

the time lou ellen, cecil, will, connor, and drew left malcolm in chicago for a week before remembering and malcolm just bought himself an apartment and didn't want to leave???

clovis convincing all the campers that every child of hypnos is narcoleptic and he needs to sleep ALL THE TIME (he does not. some do. clovis isn't one of them)

cecil, will, and lou ellen setting the big house on fire for lee's birthday party. it uh. it wasn't even his birthday.

the month where travis decided that jellybeans had a high enough fruit concentrate that he didn't need to eat any actual fruit or vegetables

connor dubbing a depression corner and making malcolm sit in it when malcolm said things about his childhood (or life in general)

malcolm eating scrambled eggs despite being allergic and breaking out into hives every time

drew drowning malcolm (he lived dw)

malcolm lighting the microwave on fire

drew and malcolm convincing connor to snort smarties with them to see if they had different flavors

lou ellen, cecil, and will burning down three cabins with a flamethrower (to see if they could)

cecil eating dirt (multiple times)

every time malcolm dislocates his joints to prove points. it happens a lot.

the tunnel systems that connor and malcolm found and started living out of (actually lee's not too mad at that one because they found actual rooms and now some of the year round campers have like. bedrooms. underground tunnel bedrooms, but bedrooms nonetheless)

malcolm making a game out of is it asthma or a panic attack

drew making a scoreboard out of malcolm's game is it asthma or a panic attack

cecil making cookies until he was happy. it didn't happen. he made 479 cookies before anyone stopped him.

Austin complaining about how his severe third degree burns from the lava wall meant he couldn't post a youtube video one week

michael doesn't believe in raspberries. nothing lee does convinced him.

malcolm and lou ellen messing around with magic and both getting turned into babies.

babified malcolm almost getting blended because travis didn't know it was the chili dog to be blended, not the kid

will's emo phase where he insists lee sing welcome to the black parade at campfire every night

clarisse thought the tooth fairy stole your teeth. for. a good four years.

connor tried to ask malcolm on a date and just asking ended so badly that athena cabin burned down

michael doesn't think penguins exist

lou ellen, cecil, and will's magic trick that burned percy's eyebrows off for two weeks

instead of making the connection that malcolm has a crush on connor, malcolm thinks connor cursed him???

cecil eats orange peels. he's allergic to oranges.

connor drew and malcolm start several cults in the mortal world. one is about a god of teeth. they have followers.

every time a new camper arrived for a solid two months, drew would say want to hear a gay joke and connor would emerge from a closet (that drew shoved them in)

travis drank vinegar because he didn't want to go get water

travis drank oil because he didn't want to go get water

thalia told someone to not run down the stairs. they jumped out the window instead.

clarisse destroyed 24 ping pong tables while lee was alive. 37 overall.

Miranda bought a parenting book, and then highlighted it and added names according to the issues everyone had

travis used the rim of a gatorade bottle as a monocle for three weeks straight

At camp counsellor meetings, Malcolm sits in Connor’s lap to ‘save space’

cecil tried to teach lou ellen to cook. she blew up three ovens.

[simplyholl]

A Big Tip [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: You and Loki are coworkers. What happens when you find yourself alone with him?

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

W/C: 1K

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You roll your eyes at one of your coworker’s dirty jokes. You’re trying to remember your table’s order, and don’t want them to break your concentration. It’s finally your turn at the computer, when the newest server, Loki, struts in. His big frame takes up most of the entry way while the other servers try to get around him with hands full of dirty plates.

He had been your secret obsession since the day he started. Like a moth to a flame you were inexplicably drawn to him. Who could blame you? He was tall, handsome, charming, mischievous, and charismatic. His dark curls were barely contained in the bun resting on the back of his neck, loose strands framing his beautiful face.

Cindy, your best friend, cleared her throat behind you bringing you back to the task at hand. Three servers including her were waiting for their turn. You had long forgotten the order table twelve gave you. You think back to your conversation with them. Was it a hamburger, no a chicken sandwich. You were unsure.

How dare he walk in like he owns the place and distract you completely. You push passed him to ask for your table’s order again. He had the nerve to smirk at you on your way out. He knew the effect he had on you. It was a little unnerving. You made sure to write down what your customers wanted this time, so you wouldn’t mess it up.

You go up the stairs to wait for the screen. You turn around to see Loki right behind you. You’d like to think he was using this computer to be close to you, but this is the one closest to his station. “Do you need anything, darling? You look a little flustered.” He purred in your ear, while placing his hand on your arm.

“No, I’m okay. Just forgot an order.” You could feel his eyes on you while your clumsy fingers fumbled against the screen. As the rush came in, you were almost too busy to think about Loki. Almost. He seemed to be everywhere you were. His blue eyes found you in every area of the restaurant.

You were in the weeds, drowning in customers. You had drawn the short end of the stick and were in a three server section with just you and one lazy coworker. You were sure your head would explode if one more person asked you for extra ranch. Luckily, Cindy and Loki had come down to help you when no one else would.

You put the last drink on your tray, struggling to lift it. Why did every person on your eight top want multiple drinks? It would be difficult to carry the heavy tray through the full dining room and down the stairs to your section. Loki watched you closely the whole time you were preparing the drinks. So it was no surprise when he mockingly asked if you had it.

“Actually, can you carry it for me? I don’t think I can make it downstairs with it.” You give him your best doe eyed look, fluttering your eyelashes. He lifts the tray with ease. You follow him out, appreciating the way his muscles strained against his black button up. He held it for you as you passed out the beverages to each person.

The restaurant had finally closed and you got to change out of your uniform. You were now sporting a low cut tank top and leggings. You sit across from Loki, still in his work uniform, to do your end of shift paperwork. You could tell he was trying not to look at your cleavage. But you caught him peeking over his phone admiring the swell of your chest, now on full display.

You make your way to the back to retrieve your belongings from your locker when a large hand wraps around your delicate wrist stopping you in your tracks. Loki’s grip grows tighter as he walks toward the supply closet. He flips the light on, quickly pushing you inside.

When the door shuts behind him, his eyes darken. He pushes you back against the cool shelf. “What are we doing in here, Loki?” “You have been eye fucking me all night, little one. Don’t be shy now.” His mouth descends on yours. Teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other, your hands travel along his muscled arms and torso moving to quickly unbutton his shirt.

“We have to be quick, darling. The others will be finished soon.” You nod as he pulls your panties and leggings down your thighs. You unbutton his pants. He is a lot bigger than you expected, and you knew he would be huge. Loki drags a slender finger across your folds. He smirks when he withdraws his soaked digit.

“Wet for me already?” He brings his finger to his lips, a small moan escapes him as he tastes your arousal. He slides his finger past his lips with a loud pop. Loki thrusts up into you, his large hand covers your mouth to stifle your cry. His hot breath on your ear as he shushes you sends shivers down your body.

You can hear footsteps outside the closet, so any sound could lead to you getting caught. He holds you against the shelf each thrust of his hips rattling the bottles of cleaner against each other. He slithers his hand between your writhing bodies. His thumb strums your clit like a skilled guitar player making you see stars as he continues to fuck into you. Your grasp tightens on the sleeves of his work shirt.

He picks up his pace while you move wildly against him chasing your high. You remove your hand from him to grip the shelf, but accidentally topple a vacuum cleaner over. The loud bang would surely alert someone to your hiding spot.

“Fuck it” Loki growls. He presses you harder against the shelf, knocking cleaning supplies to the floor around his feet. The thought of someone finding you wrapped around Loki fuels the flame low in your stomach. His sharp teeth lock down on the smooth skin of your neck.

You claw at his dress shirt covered back as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You can’t help the animalistic cry that leaves your throat. Loki’s hands tighten on your hips. A low growl vibrates against your collarbone as he reaches his release. “No one can know about this, love. It will be our little secret.”

You agree with him as you try to get your wobbly legs used to standing again. You pull your leggings up. “I’ll go out first, wait a few minutes then you can leave.” You tell him, looking back to get one more glance at his exposed chest. You stumble, walking around like a newborn calf.

When you come around the corner, Cindy is waiting for you, amusement dancing in her eyes. She locks her arm with yours and you both giggle passing your other coworkers who are none the wiser.

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[obxone]

Vigilante Shit (Chapter Two)

Edited-ish. ~2k words

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It does not take long for it to start feeling like old times as the Twinkie honks loudly, pulling up into the yard, followed by an Xterra. Kiara and Pope hop out, and Pope waves at you while JJ, John B, and someone you recognize gets out of the Twinkie. Even without Pope’s explanation earlier in the day, you could still spot the pretty Cameron girl a mile away. John B is the first to get to you. He hugs you tightly.

“Is that Sarah Cameron?” You whisper to him.

He laughs, rubbing your back. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“My other little brother, all in love and shit,” you tease, tapping his chin once he lets you go. He rolls his eyes and shoves your shoulder. “Kiara!” You grin at her and pull her into a hug.

“Hi!” She beams at you. “JJ is really happy you are home,” she whispers in your ear, and you smile gratefully at her. “Like really happy.”

“Thank you.” You smile at her and turn your attention to Sarah. “Sarah, nice to see you again.”

She smiles, leaning into John B’s side. “I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Of course!” You grin, glancing back at the house. “The more hands, the better.”

“Shall we?” Pope gestures towards the house.

“Yes, and then hamburgers for dinner,” you grin and lead them in. “JJ, your room is your responsibility, but I can do your laundry if you bring it to me. Pope, John B, do you think you two can tackle the backyard? Maybe dig out the old grill?”

They nod in unison.

“Perfect! Kie, Sarah,” you turn to the two girls. “Living room and breakfast nook would be great. I’m finishing up the kitchen, and then I’ll join you after I get my room done. We don’t have to worry about Luke’s room. If nothing is living in there, then I don’t care.”

JJ snorts, and you smile at him.

“Then hamburgers and s’mores for dinner if we can get the firepit fixed.”

“Let’s go!” Kiara grins. “I brought a playlist.”

“I have a Bluetooth speaker!” JJ runs to his bedroom, and you laugh before handing Sarah and Kie the supplies they would need.

“Mower, weed eater, and other stuff should be on the back porch. If they need gas, let me know, and I can give you cash,” you direct to John B, and he nods. “All right team, let’s fix Maybank Manor.”

Three hours later, you all sit around the picnic table Pope had managed to make useable after grilling and eating hamburgers while catching up. Kiara laughs, throwing a chip at JJ when he teases her about falling over the couch earlier while trying to get to a cobweb.

“Be nice!” You chide him while laughing with the rest of the group. You sip your soda while enjoying the sight of JJ and his friends feeling at home and comfortable with you.

“So,” Sarah turns her attention to you from across the table. “How does it feel to be back so far?”

“It feels weird but good. Now that the house is cleaned and occupied again.” You glance at JJ with a grin as you speak. “I need to find a job. My savings is for college, not this summer, I’m afraid.”

Kiara leans up to look at you. “My parents are looking for someone.”

You pause, your smile fading. “Kie, thanks, but your parents are not exactly my biggest fan.”

She winces at realizing what you are saying is accurate.

“I was thinking about the Island Club,” you offer up and look at JJ. “Are you in the manager’s good graces enough to put in a good word for your sister?”

“Yes. But are you sure you want to be around the kooks so soon?”

You shrug. “Got to get it over with at some point, right?”

“I can help too,” Sarah adds in, pushing her leftover chips around. “They really like my dad, and we’re members, so….”

“If you think it’ll help,” you agree with a grateful smile. “How do we feel about s’mores and cards?”

“Yes!” Kiara, Pope, and JJ all jump up and scatter to do what is necessary as you begin to gather plates. Sarah helps you with a smile while watching her friends, and John B fixates on cramming the last of his second burger into his mouth.

The night is full of laughter, stories of your time away from both sides and a promise to make it the best summer as a family. You poke Pope’s cheek as he gets way too sentimental while John B and JJ laugh as they wrestle each other over the last marshmallow.

“So,” you hum, nesting into your lawn chair. “How long have you had eyes for John B?”

Sarah grins around the can she is sipping from.

You laugh, shaking your head. “As long as he is happy, and you won’t hurt him. I don’t care that it is you he is dating.” She looks over at you, and you smile, looking at the two still wrestling. “JJ was born my brother, but John B became my brother during childhood. They are my family, and they are all I care about. With Big John missing and Luke in jail, I’m the only adult they have. So, I mean it, do not break his heart.”

She nods, looking away from you. The seconds tick by, and you can practically see the wheels turning in her head. “I’m sorry about everything that happened when you were fifteen.”

You exhale, shrugging. “It’s the past, and I can’t change it.”

“I know,” she murmurs. “But my brother….”

“It’s fine, Sarah,” you cut her off and shake your head, refusing to go down that road. “Let’s leave it in the past, okay?”

“Okay.”

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One solo beach day before you start working at the Island Club tomorrow, is perfect for you as you lounge on the beach towel while reading a book. A shadow falls over you, and you sigh, rolling onto your back to see the last person you want to see today.

“Look who it is!” He smirks in satisfaction. “Should have known when Daddy got arrested that his little girl would show up to clean up his mess.”

“Fuck off, Barry,” you grumble while tugging your coverup on over your bikini.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Peach.”

“Peach?” You tip your head, glaring at him. “What the fuck is that?”

He laughs, rubbing his hand over his chin. “You ran away to Georgia, didn’t you? So, you’re a Georgia peach now.”

You roll your eyes and stand, dusting any excess sand off before gathering your things. “I didn’t run away. I was sent away, or don’t you remember?”

Barry smirks, letting his dark gaze travel over you, and you see the hunger bloom in his eyes. A shudder rolls through you at that all-too-familiar look. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing over your jaw.

“Yeah, I remember. And you kept that bitch mouth shut like the good little girl you are, didn’t you?”

You slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

He laughs. “Or what, Peach? The way I see it, it can be like old times. Your daddy’s debt becomes yours, and you will work it off….” He moves closer to you, crowding your space. His fingers drag down your arm. “Like old times.”

“The fuck I will.” You shove his chest. The anxiety flaring inside you makes the shove harder than you intended, but it gets the message across as he is forced to take a step back. “Old times are dead and gone. My dad’s debt is his debt. You can go collect it at the jail if you want your money so bad. Or you can take my silence two years ago as the payment.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “Little girl has gone off and grew a pair, huh?”

“Fuck off, Barry.”

He snorts, reaching for you again, but you twist your arm away and out of his reach.

“No!” You glare at him. “I’m not that naive teenage girl anymore, and I’m not afraid of you either.”

Barry laughs, sticking his hands into his pockets before shaking his head. “You’ve been away too long.”

“And you’re too simple minded,” you retort, shouldering your tote higher. “Leave me alone, Barry. You’re dead to me, and so is that little girl.”

You begin to walk away, hoping that Barry will vanish, but you know better.

“So that’s it, huh?” He calls after you. “You move away and become a little bitch that thinks she’s better than the rest of us!”

You laugh, more so to annoy him, and it works because his hand grips your arm moments later. A harsh gleam in his eyes as he glares at you.

“Let me go!” You snap, tugging your arm back. “Do not touch me again!”

“Or what?” He leers at you.

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling up. “I have an abusive father and a younger brother that knows how to defend himself. I know how to break a nose.”

“Do it,” he taunts, his smile turning smug.

When you do not move, he takes it as a go ahead to grab at you again. Dodging his attempt, you take a step further away from him. “What do you not get?! I’m not your plaything anymore!”

Barry laughs before reaching for you again. This time your fist connects with his face, and he stumbles backward. His hands immediately shoot up to his nose as blood rushes from his nostrils.

“Next time it will be your dick, Asshole!” You yell before turning to leave him there. You pause as a few unfamiliar faces gawk at you in shock. “What?”

“We were coming to help,” one guy offers, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you have it handled.”

“Thanks,” you muse and push past them as you shake your hand. It still stings from the impact. You glance back to see the one who spoke and another preventing Barry from coming after you.

“They got him.” The remaining one talks as he walks beside you. “Who taught you to punch like that? It was a decent right jab.”

You shake your head, blushing a little. “My brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Yeah, why?”

He pauses with you beside your car as you drop your beach things into the backseat. You look up at him. The curiosity he has for you reflects at him in your gaze.

“So, no boyfriend?” He asks.

“No.”

“Shame. Maybe it would help with your problem.”

“Who? That asshole. I can handle him.”

He laughs, leaning against your car. “Yeah, we saw.”

You laugh before shaking your head. “He’ll show up again. He always does.”

“So you are from around here then?”

“Just moved back,” you offer up more information than you typically would, but he is cute, and his friends are scaring away a pissed off Barry, so it only seems fair. “You?”

“Moved here this past winter.”

“Ah.” You muse, glancing as his friends make their way up the beach path. “Tell them thank you for me?” You open your door, but he catches it before you can fully open it.

“What about me?”

You shrug. “They did all the hard work of being bodyguards.”

“But I checked on the girl.”

You laugh, and he joins in. “Fine. Thank you,” you murmur before leaning up and pecking his cheek.

He grins, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m Mav.”

“Y/n.”

He repeats your name before his fingers brush yours as he lets go of the door.

“Well,” you huff. “ I guess this is goodbye.”

“How about see you later?” He asks, continuing to flirt with you, and you bite your lip at his cockiness. “The island is small; I’m sure we’ll find each other again.”

“Maybe.” You get into your car and leave the lot, glancing back once to see his friends, most likely sharing his win of getting your name. Your lips tingle, and you blush at how bold you were to kiss his cheek. A smile plants itself on your face. Someone does not know who you are, and it feels good.

(Chapter Three)

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I really believe that my entire family has NPD at this point. And, everyone needs therapy.

My brother borrowed my mom's car last night. This morning, our enabler mom and I went in the car to go get coffee.

I immediately noticed that the car stunk. It had a horrible smell.

I found red solo cups in the passenger seat, and mom found fast food bags in the back seat.

My brother had taken his daughters and his girlfriend to get hamburgers, but they left the half eaten food in the car all night. It started to rot and smell odorous.

I told my mom that it was not okay that he let the girls trash the car, and that they should never be drinking and driving.

Mom said it's not a big deal and we should just go get coffee.

I said, "Aren't you going to call him and tell him that it's wrong? Why don't you have him clean the car?"

She said that I'm weird for being upset and that it's none of my business because it's not my car.

Last time my brother borrowed the car, there was a bottle of vodka in the passenger seat.

He has had two DUIs, and has had his license revoked.

I don't even understand why she would want him to drive the car in the first place.

She kept telling me over and over to mind my own business, and that drinking and driving isn't a big deal because she threw the trash away.

I told her that she could have lost her car if he were to get pulled over, plus his teenaged daughters were in the car too! (He also lets his daughters drink and smoke weed. That's a whole other story.)

I admit that my anger took over and I lost it. I started yelling at my mom to listen to me, and to stop saying that it's okay for him to drink and drive, and leave garbage in the car.

She kept saying it's not a big deal. I started screaming at her. I just couldn't keep calm. I felt like she had no common sense or common decency to stand up for him.

I can't understand why no one in the family has to face any consequences. But, if I say I don't agree with something because it's morally or legally wrong, then I'm the bad person.

I've been crying and hyperventilating all day long because she just seems so lost. My entire family is lost. I don't even know what to do anymore.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

🎮 🎻 🚫 🍔 for my north american trio

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your OC's favourite hobbies?

Mari - I've always had a very enlightenment-era baby intellectual bent to her. So, reading and participating in literary culture and criticism over time returned to Juana Inés de la Cruz. There's a mix of her old-school education and folk culture in her love and talent for art. She's got a real knack for beekeeping, too.

Alfred - Lives and dies by his love of math and engineering; he was getting twitchy with the lack of Calculus right before Isaac Newton got on that shit finally, so he became an eternal tinkerer. He loves a good drive and a sky-watching session.

Matt - Woodworking, gardening, hiking.

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? What is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

In childhood, Maria played the vihuela and baroque guitar and later picked up the bajo de uña and the resulting base guitar. I don't know why I associate her with a drumset, but I like that mental image for some reason, too. She's excellent on all of them.

Alfred is one of those types who skipped from hobby to hobby to hobby as a child and has picked up practically every instrument at some point or another. He played the fucking church organ sometimes, especially when he was feeling weird about religion.

Matt - He's pretty goddamn good on a fiddle, and he can hold a tune, but most of his music is meant for some type of work and the folk scenes are pretty disparate so it's kind of hard to nail down a specifically Canadian musical instrument that hasn't been by and large surpassed by the US.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? Do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Mari - She does mostly beer with some harder alcohol, I think. Not very high consumption; she strikes me as more of a social drinker on special occasions. She can party, but I think she has some pretty hard limits on anything more than the very mainstream.

Alfred - He flies between teetotaller and binge drinker, like that with most things. He can go years with just drinking, but my man likes his stimulants, alas. But the very functional kind. He can

Matt - He would rather not be sober in general.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? Which one do they prefer?

Mari is pretty good at both but doesn't do it as much as people might think. She's been a very urbanized society for a very long time and various kinds of communal cooking. She knows the best places for Pescado a la talla or who makes the best tlacoyos in the tianguis nearest her primary home but all over the place. I don't know if she'd prefer one or the other. A thought I had is that some of her best cooking exploits are for herself. She participates in a communal culture where cooking and baking are the realm of women in many ways, so being alone in the kitchen and experimenting with her own arroz con leche or barbacoa varieties is an almost self-care ritual she holds.

Alfred - Def more of a cook than a baker. He can bake when he wants to; it's just following the steps of a recipe, but he could be more motivated by domestic things for their own sake. He will cook and bake when people are over, and people are often surprised at the quality of what makes it onto the table. He can eat seven-layer salad and jello monstrosities at a Southern or Midwest table or pull out a Napa Valley salad and wine pairing much to the ire of the old world. Food is one of the few things his hyper-individualism has yet to completely destroy.

Matt - Surprisingly good baker and cook, but not really anything anyone would write home about. Except maybe bread, he bakes a lot of bread and has had a freakishly high consumption of it since the 18th century, so archeologists can tell the bones from the New Englanders who ate a lot more corn. Not exactly internationally renowned for anything except poutine and weed scones, though, rest in pieces. If you've ever eaten anything you thought was pretty good at the time but will never ever think about again, that's Matt in the kitchen, except when he busts out the rye bread but even then no one will really believe he made it.

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OCs in Quotes

Hi! I was tagged to do this as well, so you're getting some OC quotes baby!

Rayne

"Oh, you think I- No, no. I promise. I've never killed anyone. Well, just once. But not now. Really, I swear."

"Maybe... Maybe don't put your fingers in a vampire's mouth. That's not- That's not the smartest thing to do."

"Elliot, darling, how long does it take to boil water?"

Elliot

"Right, yeah. I believe you. Really, I didn't think you killed someone. It's just that... We're in the middle of the woods at night and you have... blood on your shirt. A vampire? Of course. Totally."

"Hey, Rayne, can I ask you a question about vampires? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. I'm fine. It's... Um, my spine just fell out. That's all. No big deal, I just need like... twenty-seven ibuprofen. No to twenty-seven? Well, I'll settle for two I guess."

Mackenzie

"So I guess angels don't smoke, huh? Wait, not even weed?!"

"All I know is I saw an angel hyperventilating on the floor. I know I shouldn't have kissed him, but look! He's better now. Back to normal and everything, right?"

"Skylar, it's a cell phone, not a snake. Why do you look scared? No, it doesn't need buttons. It-"

Skylar

"Mackenzie, your friends are awful people. I mean it. They just... I saw James kick a bird earlier. Yeah, that's- that's bad."

"Son of a bitch- Wait! No, I didn't say that! Stop laughing! That wasn't. No, I'm not lying. I- Fuck. Damn. Shit. Stop laughing, it's not funny. You're the one who started it!"

"Wait. Who's Ceer-a-el [cereal]? I didn't know you knew any other angels."

Leander

"Jace, I swear to God. Stop throwing trash in my floorboard. I am going to bite you. I really am. I- Yeah, I know it's a piece of shit. But it's my piece of shit and I want it to stay clean."

"You're a werewolf. Yeah, okay. I guess that makes me a fairy. And I suppose Sophie [his dog] is about to turn into a mermaid?"

"Do you think if I killed myself I could get out of this class? Yeah, you're right. Probably not."

Jace

"What's for lunch today? Hmm, hamburgers and fries. Why are you looking at me like that? Anyone could smell that. 's not my fault your nose is broken."

"How am I supposed to protect him if I don't know what the problem is?! Damn it, Isa, you're supposed to know this shit!"

"Okay, okay. I'm in love with my best friend. And he doesn't love me back. That's a good reason to cry, right?"

So here you go! Some of these are taken directly from my books and some of them are brand new because I thought of them while doing this! Thanks to Felix for tagging me and I tag any of y'all who have OCs to do this. It's fun. :)

[chronicallyblogged]

Today was rough. Did first trauma processing session of brain spotting. Had difficulty waking up this morning. Vivid dreams. Vivid flashbacks. Found out my last therapist is leaving the center and will no longer be a clinical director. Got a call from a new casemanager from bjc that I never talked to before. That's all I remember before session. After session I had a lot of bad transference to partner and activation. I decided to sit next to my partner like I always do despite the serious need for space bc i was desperate for normalcy which didn't help things. Partner helped me ground. I watched dropout content which wasn't the best choice bc i wasn't in the space for new content. Watched bobs burgers which helped settle me. Crochet a scarf. Talked to Amazon customer service bc an item I got reeked of weed rendering it useless. Had hamburger helper for dinner.

[tropicalscream]

mmm belly full (had garlic hamburger steak, green beans, mashed potatoes, mac & cheese) 😋🐶

im comfy snd still have a bit of weed in me so imm.gonna nap like a oversized lap dog given table scraps on thanksgiving ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

[the-fiction-witch]

Lights

Media My Left Hand Man / Phantom Halo / Sleep No More

Character Samuel Emmerson

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Cute

Fictional Advent Day seven

I smiled as I pulled my car up in front of the little house, the streets empty but a few abandoned cars, weeds poking through the path and porches last painted twenty years ago. The little house was tattered and broken as the landlord refused to upkeep it mostly because the occupants weren't great with paying rent. The light outside the front door broken the glass smashed with the bulb exposed in a few spots but still on cascading orange light on the front porch, sat on the small wooden steps was a very excited Samuel. In his usual half tattered knock off Nike's from the market in town, light blue jeans white and ripped in the knees a couple of the rips having been sewn up, a loose basic white t-shirt with a red and green plaid button down without any buttons done up. 

The moment he saw My car he jumped from the steps like a child having spotted the ice cream truck and he bolted over excitedly opening the door and climbing into my passenger seat

“Hi”

“Hi” I smiled leaning over a little to give his lips a sweet kiss which he happily returned kissing me back slowly and softly our kisses turning into a gentle snog after a while till I pulled back “ready to go?”

“Absolutely!” He smiled putting his seatbelt on “where are we going?” He asked 

“I have a plan for tonights date night” I smiled as I headed off driving out of this side of town and spotting the neon drive through sign “first things first, chocolate milkshake or hot chocolate?”

“Really!”

“Yep.”

“I don't have any money with me”

“You let me worry about it” I smiled tapping his thigh 

“Hot chocolate please,” he blushed 

So I pulled in and up to the speaker “hi, could I get two hot chocolates, two plain ice cream cups, three large fries, a extra large nuggets, two large chicken burgers, two large hamburgers and throw in those little corndog nuggets” 

“Please proceed to the second window…”

“You hungry honey?”

“Yes I am starving” I laughed as I moved my car “but when did you last eat something?”

“I'm okay”

“Sammy,”

“I had some sunny side up eggs this morning… well I cooked them I only ate half of one because the eggs were infact gone off. I suspected they may have been but they where a dollar I couldn't say no to one dollar eggs” 

“I really worry about you in that house” I laughed paying for our food and moving to the next window it took a couple of minutes given it was a big order but soon enough everything was passed thought and we pulled into a space to get sorted eating a bunch of our food it was cute watching Sammy try and be slow with his food but give he was so hungry most of it was gone in about five minutes leaving us with mostly snacking stuff and of course our hot chocolate which we both took out ice cream and added to the hot chocolate to make it nice and creamy 

“So? What's the plan now?” He asks “or is it just food time?” 

“We are gonna go an drive around the Rich fancy people neighborhoods and see all there pretty Christmas lights while we have our hot chocolate”

“Awww that's cute. Can we go past the house that has the huge dinosaur wearing a scarf and Santa hat?”

“Of course we will” I smiled giving him a kiss 

“I love you”

“Love you too” I smiled stealing a nugget from him 

[sillyguyhotline]

weed is like if they made an aphrodisiac to make you want to fuck a hamburger