#plays 'the boys are back in town' full blast

[bbokicidal]

[SKZ] When you're included in a SKZCODE episode

i made this before the front desk at work tried to take me out so yall can have it now since my brain is rattled n chunky.

Genre: Fluff Pairing: OT8 x Reader Warnings: Lino's pics aren't from the episode I put bc I couldn't find any, sorry!

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Chan: Episode: Winter is Coming [Ep 1 & 2]

Pouts when he finds out he has to try and stop you from getting the flag up and down the hill in record time because he wants you to win,,, duh.

But it doesn't stop him from absolutely ramming a ball of snow into the back of your head (on accident)

Laughs at the way the boys try to stop you with their bodies and the way you fearlessly bodyslam them in an attempt to win the game

Almost dies of laughter at seeing you spin in circles and then try to attack the poor balloon - only for it to fly away and disqualify you

Buys you hot chocolate after the shoot is over and cuddles up with you to keep warm after being outside in the snow all day <3

Minho: Episode: The Ultimate SKZCODE Recap [Ep 69-70]

Has to hide his giggles at your poor presenting of the boys' awards

And how bad they are at guessing the right answers to the quiz questions

Gets all blushy when you announce him for any award and shies away when you run to the audience to sit down and cheer so loudly for him

Ends up trying to bribe you for answers to the quiz questions by winking and blowing you kisses from his table

Until he's called out by Jisung, at least

Changbin: Episode: SKZ-ARY TOWN [Ep 57-68

Cannot hide his laughter at the way you fail at bobbing for apples

But then loses his shit jumping around and yelling "That's my baby!!" when you manage to get a few and tie with Felix for first place

Tries to bribe the staff to give him the same amount of points as you since you're dating

Tells you to do the first position in the relay game but quickly switches with you when he realizes you almost fly away with Chan and Minho trying to restrict your running with the band

He's literally bouncing around with how good you are at the mini games and ends up putting you on the toast-toss station because you're the only team member who doesn't suck

Hugs you so tight when you win the game and swings you around in his arms just because he's so excited

Hyunjin: Episode: Go! Poolside SKZ [Ep 57-58]

Has the time of his life seeing you and Jisung run and dive in together because you lost rock paper scissors

Asks for you to not be on his team because he doesn't trust your ability in the water games as if he's any better himself

Ends up accidentally hitting you with the ball a few times and immediately apologizes, then allows you to throw it at him once on purpose as revenge

Just about loses it on Seungmin when he flips over your tube like Chan did with Felix, then yells for staff to disqualify him

But he's just as brutal because in the tug of war he rips your ass off of the platform and almost falls in because of how hard he's laughing at your yells of protest

Jisung: Episode: SKZ Family Returns [Ep 39-40] (He looked SO FINE in this episode good GAWD)

Has a blast flirting it up with Minho but after Seungmin starts biting back he makes a show of turning to you instead

You play his in-law technically - Your character being Hyunjin's sibling

Everyone is in shock and making a scene of Jisung's flirtatious attitude towards you as the roleplay goes on

And they're even more surprised and making drama of it when the two of you kiss behind Hyunjin's head

He ends up sitting with his guitar and singing the 'I'm sorry' song again because of it

Almost starts fighting Seungmin at one point because he 'also wants to have an affair with you' as a joke

Felix: Episode: Bedtime Bingo Hell [Ep 55-56]

Watching him yell about how he's bronze is what makes you laugh the most

He has a blast watching you try to do the pillow air-bowling but gawks when you manage to knock a few down and then yells about how you're his and how he's so proud

He's full of giggles when you hop on the whoopie cushion

And he's full of playful rage when Changbin is called 'the one with the prettiest butt' so he begins an argument that yours is way prettier

Also almost loses his shit when you come in second for the loudest fart

He's proud but at what cost

Seungmin: Episode: Fall Field Day [Ep 59-60]

Cries at seeing you in the raw chicken blow up costume and takes a picture before making it his lockscreen because he thinks you're so cute

He ends up being the one to fight you on the mat and ends up losing to you

Don't let his cuteness fool you - he absolutely obliterates you in dodgeball

Can he aim? No. And Minho can't guard for shit; So you end up getting hit more than you probably should

He giggles at you running around the sidelines in an attempt to get back in the game, singing out "I'm sorry ~"

Takes videos of you running during the relay race because he just thinks it's so cute

Jeongin: Episode: Suspicious Lab [Ep 47-48]

He's supposed to be guessing voices but he hears you go, "Ahh - I sound so much different than all of you, this isn't fair!" in your high-pitched helium tone and bursts into laughter

Your experiment ended up breaking so you did Seungmin's after him, wearing the stimulation machine on one of your arms and trying to fold an airplane

He ends up taking the remote from Minho at some point because he's having too much fun with tormenting you and Jeongin can't stand it

Turns up the machine even more to see you squirm

Also cheats during the game where he had to try and ramp up your heart rate (He touches your ass to get a reaction out of you) and then denies it in a fit of laughter when you call him out to the staff

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[grenadehearts]

the only exception.

✰ in which you've sworn off love until you meet a crimson haired boy working at a record shop, bound to show you he's the exception.

contains: fem!reader x e!kirishima, modern au, 3.9k words written + smau.

authors note: this was inspired by a request here, idk how i feel abt this fic honestly, but i wrote this fic for people who feel its hard to allow themselves to love, and or allow people in at all, to let you know its okay to love and be loved <3 masterlist link here. i just noticed there's a typo in the smau so ignore!! pls

You were thrilled—a new record shop was opening in your small town. One that exclusively sold rock and alternative pop music. Or, to put it in simpler terms, 2000s emo rock.

Growing up with teen parents who never really matured meant a constant cycle of breakups and angsty rock music playing between those breakups. So, at a young age, you fell in love with that sound. Your mom’s favorite was Evanescence, which she would blast while driving through forested backroads, gripping the wheel a little too tight and muttering, "Love is fake." Occasionally, she'd swerve just enough to make your heart lurch before throwing out a warning—"Never let a man into your life."

As for your dad? Well, he was always a piece of shit. But at least he had good taste in music, which you inherited. Regardless, you swore love wasn’t real and that you’d never let anyone in.

Now, here you were—eighteen and in a completely new town. A small one, no less, which only made your craving for city life worse. Not that you’d ever been privileged enough to get a taste of the things you wanted. That was a fact you learned young, growing up with parents who liked to forget they had a kid, too caught up playing teenagers and chasing each other down.

You had to grow up fast. Which, on paper, sounded like a good thing. In reality, it just left you stuck—unable to fit in anywhere, permanently annoyed by people your age. They all acted like spoiled children, crying over the dumbest things. Meanwhile, you already had your hands full with two actual children at home—your parents. So, you stopped trying. Being alone suited you just fine.

Now, in this small town filled with people you were sure you’d dislike, you told yourself it was okay. At least it was away from everyone back home.

The tiny record shop came into view, and as you pushed open the door, a soft jingle announced your arrival. You were immediately met with shelves of CDs and vinyl records—every band you had ever loved, from My Chemical Romance to Sleeping With Sirens, from Avril Lavigne to Paramore. The walls were plastered with patches, horror film posters, band posters, and concert tees. Dim lighting cast deep shadows, red LEDs glowing against the walls, broken up only by neon signs and the soft streams of sunlight filtering through the glass windows.

Before you could even start browsing, a figure stepped in front of you—a tall, muscled guy with spiky crimson hair. His piercing eyes had the faint smudge of reddish eyeliner beneath them, and his sleeveless shirt did little to hide his build. He flashed a grin, teetering on the edge of a smirk, revealing teeth that were just a little too sharp.

"Need any help looking?"

You barely glanced at him before brushing past. "No, thank you."

But he didn’t take the hint. A moment later, he was right back in front of you, leaning across the record bins to meet your eye level.

"Hey, wait—I’ve never seen you around here."

You looked up, unimpressed, one brow raised. "Do you work here or something? Because a customer just walked in." You nodded toward a group of angsty middle schoolers wandering in, skateboards in hand.

The guy let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand down his face. "Ugh okay—wait right here. I’ll be right back."

Thankfully, you were able to find the CD you wanted—Brand New Eyes by Paramore. As you walked up to the now-empty counter, a group of middle school boys shuffled past, laughing among themselves. The red-haired man from earlier was still there, and the moment he saw you, he grinned.

"See? You didn’t wait."

You gave a slight smile. "Did you really think I was going to?"

He laughed—a deep, reverberating sound that seemed to shake something loose inside you. For a moment, it stunned you.

"No," he admitted, still grinning. "But I had hope."

You gave no real reaction, aside from the briefest flicker of surprise. His laugh made you feel—warm, like being wrapped in honey and laid to rest beneath soft petals. A feeling you weren’t quite prepared for.

"Why’s that?" you asked.

He looked slightly taken aback, his expression shifting to something almost… puppy-like in confusion. Then, as if suddenly self-conscious, he rubbed the back of his neck, exposing the flex of his toned arms.

"Not every day you see a girl as pretty as you, y’know?"

You let out a full-bodied laugh, the kind that shook through you, because really? The sheer audacity of this man. He actually believed that would work? Like he could just say something like that and expect you to melt?

Through a breathless chuckle, you tilted your head. "You really got me with that one, big guy. Let me guess—you say that to every girl who walks in here, huh?"

But he didn’t respond.

Instead, he just stared. Captivated. Mesmerized. The sunlight caught your frame in a way that seemed to make him forget himself. The way your eyes crinkled when you laughed. The way your nose scrunched in mock disgust when you called him out. He should back off, he really should. But instead, words slipped from his mouth like a secret he hadn’t meant to spill.

"Your laugh is beautiful."

The comment halted you.

Despite everything—despite your reservations about love, despite how utterly ridiculous this was—you were still human. And humans had weaknesses. So, much to your own frustration, a faint blush crept onto your cheeks.

"Yeah, whatever," you muttered, placing your CD on the counter.

As he reached for it at the same time you let go, your fingers brushed—just the lightest touch, fleeting and accidental. But you pulled your hand back quickly, like you’d been burned.

Or maybe… not burned.

Because the touch didn’t sting. It felt soft, like the featherlight kisses your mother used to press to your forehead before bed. Like the quiet hum of something electric beneath your skin.

He grinned, all bright and boyish. Something about it made you feel like a kid again. "Paramore, huh? I’ve been meaning to listen to them."

You nearly jumped over the counter in sheer disbelief. "You’ve never listened to Paramore?! How?"

He just chuckled. "I’ve been wanting to—I just don’t know where to start." Then, with a teasing grin, he added, "Got any recommendations?"

You forced yourself to compose your excitement, clearing your throat. "Yeah. I grew up on their music—pretty much any rock and alternative, actually."

That seemed to intrigue him, because he leaned in just slightly, just enough to be a little closer to your line of sight. "Really? That’s so manly."

You blinked. "Manly?"

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, like… cool, you know? Most parents are super controlling about what their kids listen to."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Yeah, I guess. So, what have you actually listened to?"

He thought for a second. "Well, uh… not sure, really. I listened to a little MCR back in middle school, but after that…" He shrugged, then gave a thumbs-up with a lopsided grin. "I’m more of a ‘whatever comes on the radio’ type of guy."

You chewed on the inside of your cheek before sighing. "Okay, well—I grew up on every band. I’ll burn you a CD." Then, pausing, you turned to him. "Wait. Do you even have a CD player?"

He hesitated. "Uh… no, but I do have a phone."

You frowned slightly. "Well, I’d hope so."

He quickly followed up, "Wait, wait—what I meant was… give me your number, and we can talk music. You know?" Then, as if realizing how that sounded, he shook his head, looking slightly flustered. "I mean, uh—that is, if you want to."

You just shook your head with a small, amused smile. "Here, give me your phone."

Taking it from him, you quickly entered your number before handing it back. He slid your wrapped CD across the counter, and as you grabbed it, you turned to leave.

You were halfway out the door when you glanced back, calling over your shoulder, "Just music, mister. Nothing else."

His grin widened, all teeth. He gave you a playful salute. "Yes, ma’am."

Stepping out into the cold, the air bit at your skin—like it was trying to wash away the warmth still clinging too closely to your heart from that damn crimson-haired man.

As you neared your apartment, you reached into the flimsy plastic bag, fingers brushing against the wrapped CD. But something else was there, too. A small note.

It had a doodled shark on it.

And beneath that, scribbled in casual handwriting:

On the house.

The air was cold, biting through the fabric of your long-sleeve shirt. A thick fog hung in the early morning air, shrouding the quiet streets in an eerie stillness. Snow blanketed the ground, shimmering like a thousand fallen crystals under the faint glow of streetlights. It was too early for most people to be out, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you made your way to the record store.

And maybe that was for the best.

Because, yeah, you were meeting up with a guy—one you didn’t want to admit was attractive, whose touch ignited something in you, a heat that curled in your chest like smoke, dangerous if you inhaled too deeply. Yet, despite everything, here you were. Allowing yourself, even if just slightly, to be in someone else’s presence—something you had always avoided.

What you could ignore was how right it felt. How it didn’t feel wrong at all.

You told yourself over and over again that it was just about music. Just conversations about records and artists. But even as you repeated the excuse in your head like a mantra, your feet had a mind of their own, carrying you into a familiar coffee shop. Your usual order rolled off your tongue before you even thought about it, but your gaze drifted to the menu, scanning for something he might like.

And then you saw it—protein hot chocolate.

By the time you reached the record store, the snowflakes had settled in your hair and clung to the fuzz of your jacket. You pushed the door open with your fluffy boots, the bell chiming overhead. Almost instantly, Kirishima emerged from the storage room, his expression shifting from surprise to mild concern.

“Why didn’t you text me? I would’ve opened the door for you,” he said, gesturing to your hands—full with drinks. “Y’know, because it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

You shook your head, sending a few stray snowflakes tumbling to the floor. “I’m used to taking care of myself,” you said simply, then held out the drink. “Here. This is for you.”

His eyes lit up as he took it, grinning wide. “For me?” He took a sip, then paused, his face breaking into an even bigger smile. “Dude, how’d you know I always get this? You got it from the café down the street, right?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I always go there.”

He cut in. “Me too!”

You smiled—a little shy, a little amused. “Well, I figured you’d like it. It’s got protein. Isn’t that what you gym guys are into?”

He beamed. “How’d you know I’m a gym guy?”

You giggled, tilting your head toward his arms. “Not exactly hard to guess.”

Grinning, he flexed his bicep and pressed a playful kiss to it. “Oh yeah, these babies.”

You rolled your eyes, deadpan. “Right.”

That’s when you noticed it—his outfit. Or rather, the lack of one. A simple grey tank, despite the freezing temperatures outside, left his arms bare except for studded bracelets.You raised an eyebrow and gestured toward his shirt. “Aren’t you cold?”

Kirishima followed your gaze, as if only now realizing what he was wearing. Then, with a smug smile, he shrugged. “Nah. I don’t get cold.”

You gave him a once-over, unimpressed. “Yeah, sure. Because it’s totally not snowing a ton out there.”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, looking almost sheepish, he scratched the back of his head and muttered, “...My coat’s in the storage room.”

You nodded. “Ah.”

"Hey, uh, I got something for you yesterday."

Kirishima disappeared into the back room, leaving you standing there, curious. When he reemerged, he held a CD player in his hands.

You blinked, tilting your head. “Got a laptop?”

He grinned, holding up a hand as if to tell you to wait. "Yeah, yeah, just hang on."

A moment later, he returned with a laptop covered in Crimson Riot stickers, the red and black decals standing out against the worn metal surface. You raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in your expression.

"Who's Crimson Riot?"

His face lit up instantly, excitement bursting out of him as he launched into a passionate rant. He talked about Crimson Riot being a pro boxer—one of the manliest, most fearless fighters out there. His words tumbled over each other in an eager rush, his hands animated as he spoke. Then, as if catching himself, his voice softened just slightly.

“I, uh... I take a lot of inspiration from him,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s the reason I dyed my hair, y’know. And, well... I wanna be a pro boxer someday, so... there’s that.”

Something about the way he said it—like a secret slipping past his lips before he could catch it—made you pause.

“Really?” You smiled, the kind that reached your eyes. “I think that’s super cool. You shouldn’t downplay it, like it’s not a big deal or something.”

Your words made him stop mid-motion. His eyes flickered to you, something unreadable in his gaze before he quickly masked it with a chuckle. Walking over, he set down the laptop and a blank CD between you.

“If I didn’t know you,” he teased, “I’d say you’re getting soft on me.”

You nudged him with a grin. “Nah, never.” Then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you added, “Now, let’s burn a CD.”

As you reached for the laptop, a thought struck you. You glanced at him, head tilting. “Wait—what made you get a CD player? I thought you didn’t have one.”

His smile turned sheepish, his fingers drumming lightly against the surface of the desk. “Well… I didn’t. But I went to a shop downtown and bought one. It seemed important to you when you mentioned it earlier, so…” He hesitated for half a second, then shrugged. “And I thought it’d be fun to do together. Which, by the way, totally is.”

You looked away, suddenly very interested in the laptop, but the rosy warmth creeping onto your cheeks betrayed you. “We haven’t even started yet,” you muttered.

He dramatically waved his hands as if dismissing the thought—except his movement was a little too over-the-top, and before he could catch himself, he lost balance. With a yelp, he toppled over, landing hard on the floor. His hands shot up to his face, burying into his palms, his voice muffled as he groaned, “Yeah, but I know it’s gonna be super fun.”

You stared at him for a second before sliding down the wall beside him, the laptop balanced between you both.

“S’okay,” you said, settling in. “We can just work down here.”

“No one really comes by, right?”

He peeked through his fingers. “Yeah.”

You grinned. “Then it’s perfect. If someone does, we’ll hear the chime from the bell on the door.”

At that, he finally lowered his hands, flashing you a full, toothy grin and a thumbs-up.

After sorting out all the technical details—which took longer than expected—and carefully selecting the songs for the disc, your progress was suddenly halted by the static of the radio flickering in and out.

The lyrics to Let Love Bleed Red by Sleeping with Sirens stuttered between bursts of white noise, the words "You deserve much more, and I'll give until I’m all gone..." dissolving into a broken transmission. The melody faded completely as a sudden weather broadcast cut through.

"The snow has intensified. Conditions outside are hazardous. Residents are advised to stay indoors until the warning is lifted."

Kirishima immediately shot up, peering over the counter toward the door. You followed his movements, your heads turning at the same time until your gazes locked.

“Snowed in?” you both echoed in unison.

As if on cue, the lights flickered, the bulbs pulsing weakly as the snow and ice pressed heavily against the outside world. Then, without warning—darkness.

“Aw, crap,” Kirishima muttered, his voice fumbling through the dim light. “Hold on here, 'kay?”

You nodded, watching as he disappeared into the back. When he returned, he was holding his coat, and before you could react, he gently draped it over your shoulders. His breath ghosted across your skin, warm in contrast to the cold that nipped at you, his touch careful—deliberate.

“Don’t want you to get cold,” he murmured, his words sinking into your skin, curling around your ribs, twirling like lace around your lungs.

You both slid down onto the cold tile floor, pulling the laptop between you to finish the CD. But when you opened it, the screen remained black, a small dead battery icon blinking mockingly at you.

“Just great,” you muttered, handing it over to Kirishima. “It’s dead. And with no power, we can’t charge it.”

He gave a sheepish smile, shrugging. “Well, it’s alright. We can just talk, right?”

You glanced over at him, then exhaled softly. “Yeah, you’re right.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, filled only by the muffled sound of wind outside. Then, his voice came, slower this time, hesitant—like he was carefully inching toward something fragile.

“What made you move here?”

You looked down at your lap, fingers fidgeting as you cleared your throat. “Wanted to be somewhere new. Somewhere no one knew me.”

His fingers tapped lightly against the tile. “Why’s that?”

You turned to face him. “Nosy?”

He shrugged. “Not usually. But something about you makes me.”

You sighed, the weight of old thoughts settling in your chest. “I wanted to get away from my parents. Plus, it’s not like I left anyone behind. You’d have to actually have friends for that.”

His expression shifted, softening into something unreadable. “It’s not that I didn’t have the option for friends. I mean, I’m sure I could’ve fit them in somewhere—between parenting my parents.” You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “But everyone around me was so childish, and I just… I just preferred my own company. So I never really sought anyone out. And when people tried to get to know me, I shut myself off.”

His hand inched across the tile, stopping just a breath away from your fingertips. A quiet hum left his lips before he murmured, “You’re letting me know you.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Shocker to me too.”

He hesitated before speaking again, this time slower, as if he wasn’t sure how the words would land.

“You know… I used to be like that. Not the same situation, but I grew up weak. And when I saw people getting treated badly, I wanted to stand up for them.” He huffed out a laugh, void of humor. “But when I tried, I realized I was weak too. People laughed in my face—like, ‘Haha, this lame dude really thinks he can take us on?’ Got me busted up a lot.” He pointed to the scar on his eye, his voice quieter. “I moped. Hid from people. But then I realized—if they thought I was weak, I’d just make myself strong. And so I did.”

He glanced at you, a flicker of something vulnerable passing through his eyes before he masked it with a grin. “I mean, I still have a long way to go, but I think I’m doing a pretty good job. I mean, hey—I’m talking to a pretty girl. Old me would’ve stuttered and made a complete fool of myself.”

You laughed, nudging him lightly. “Yeah, well… you still kinda do.”

His grin faltered.

“But it’s okay,” you added, softer this time, watching as warmth crept back into his expression. “It’s… somehow cute.”

His face deepened into a shade of rouge as he buried himself in his hands, muffling out a shaky, “Hey, man, don’t say things you don’t mean.”

You laughed softly, inching closer to his aching frame, pulling his coat over both your shoulders. Your skin brushed against his—thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder—your fingertips so close that your pinkies twitched. Bathed in the dim halo of each other’s presence, the static hum of The Only Exception flickered in and out through the radio.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt young. Fresh. Like maybe love isn’t about thrashing and screaming, or hearts cracking against pavement. Maybe it’s more than that. Maybe it’s this—sitting close to another aching soul, breathing in sync. And maybe you should have realized it sooner, instead of always staring at the ground, drowning in the noise of the world. But now, with slight touches and hushed breaths, the sound has stilled. The only thing you hear is him—his breathing, soft and steady, a rhythm you wish to trace straight to his heart.

His pinkie twitches, inching closer to yours. And something inside you—something restless and yearning—claws at your chest, desperate to reach him. So you allow it. You let him link pinkies with you. You let him peer into the dim soul you hold, and in return, he lights it up with the golden glow of his own.

Breaking the fragile silence, he asks, “What’s your passion?” Then, as if nervous about sounding too serious, he quickly adds, “Ya know, like... for a job or whatever.”

You fiddle with the hem of his coat. “Writing.”

His eyes brighten as he knocks his foot playfully against yours. “That’s so cool! Writing’s something I’ve never been good at.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be great at boxing, so I guess we’re even.”

A silence falls between you, comfortable yet charged. Then he tilts his head, watching you. “When do you write the most? Like, what inspires you?”

You hesitate before answering, voice quieter this time. “I only ever write when I’m falling in love… or falling apart.”

He exhales, considering. “And which one is it now?”

You let out a small, bitter laugh. “Never been in love, so… the latter, I guess.”

His frown deepens. “I could show you.”

Your breath stills. You know what he means, but you want to hear him say it. “Show me what?”

He exhales shakily, running a hand through his hair before meeting your gaze. “I just meant—I could be your muse. No, wait—that’s not right. I mean… I can—no, I will love you.” His voice cracks slightly, but he keeps going, determined. “And hopefully… over time, you’d love me too.”

Your chest tightens, breath coming out jagged in the cold air. Slowly, you turn to him, and in his eyes, you see it—your reflection dancing in the embers of his gaze.

“Guess I’ll get to writing,” you murmur.

His face lights up, but then his expression shifts into something more serious, more intent. His voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, “For which one?”

Your faces are so close now, lips brushing, breath mingling.

You smile, soft and teasing. “How about you kiss me… and maybe you can find out?”

His hand cradles your face, thumb tracing soothing circles against your cheek. And you swear, with every beat of your heart, his name is being spelled in the rhythm.

He leans in, breath ghosting against your lips, and whispers, “Only if I can take you on a real date first.”

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The Mechanic pt 3

Four days had gone by since that weekend. Sitting behind your desk in the little office of your studio you were debating on whether or not to call him. His shop got a lot of buisness from some car show that was in town, so you assumed he was probably really busy.

Four days it’s been, but for some odd reason it felt like weeks. Being with Josh was immensely captivating. He watched you, listened, like really listened. Every night for the past four days the two of you would fall asleep on the phone together. Sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night to see him sleeping peacefully.

Skin glowing, tattoos on full display, he was really taking a toll on you. And your car ? Ran like a beauty, it was even better on gas, being and adult, getting gas was the worse thing ever. Like where does the gas go so fast ?

---

Your hands rested between your hands as your elbows leaned on your desk, daydreaming about Josh.

A notification popped up on the screen of your computer. It was a scheduled private session notification, which you rarely got.

Clicking on the notification, the information from the customer flashed on the screen. It was a 2 hour long hot yoga session, paid in advance. The name read ‘Your handy man.’

There was no way in hell.

Tapping on the Ipad next to the computer, you clicked around looking at the details of the appointment. They scheduled thirty minutes from the time you’d seen the message, so they gave you some time to set up.

Grinning like a fool to yourself you sent him a text before you headed to set up.

Josh 🔧

my handy man huh?

He texted back immediately.

Bells🧘🏾‍♀️

😂😂😂😂

listen girl my back is killing me

all these damn cars

Rolling your eyes you turned your phone off, and set up the studio for your hot yoga session.

-

Thankfully you only had private clients today, Josh being the first. He had texted you letting you know he was outside, and rounding the corner sure enough there he was, at the entrance, breathing on the glass door.

“Seriously Jey I just cleaned that glass.”

He said nothing, only drew a heart in his fogged up mess on the window.

“Boy I swear.” You muttered, dragging him into the studio.

He chuckled behind you in amusement. Truth be told he loved the feeling of your smaller hands in his, guiding him to the back room.

He walked ahead of you looking around the small room. Spotting a bathroom in the far corner, with a shower. Two mats had already been centered in the room, heat blasting, creating a steamy atmosphere.

Stepping in behind him you closed the door, trapping in the heat, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

"Hot already Mr handy man."

"Aint nothing I can't handle." He replied with a sly smirk.

"Besides how'd you find me anyways."

Sitting down you motioned for him to follow you on the floor, and he did mirroring your position.

"I looked up yoga studios in the city, and weeded them out until I found one that was owned by someone by the name of Bella.”

He enunciated your name flicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth, being dramatic.

" I don't know if I should be concerned or flattered."

You continued stretching as he tried his best to copy your movements.

"If Im being honest Bella you been on my mind hella recently."

The mood shifted slightly as he looked over at you, not a heavy shift, but you could tell he really meant what he said.

"Im glad you feel that way cause you been on mine too, buttt you be playing only calling me to go to sleep is crazy."

He stopped stretching to face you, "nah don't do that cause it aint even like that, I got my shop and my lil man to take care of, Im never just going to ignore you, or not give you the time of day, cause I kinda want to see where this goes."

"I get that, but don't ever put me on the back burner cause you got a life, I got a life too Josh and I make time for you, always."

"You do, and Im not putting you on a back burner, just asking you to understand where Im coming from, matter fact, what you doing after this ?"

He resumed his stretching, lazily matching your movements.

" Ive got about two more clients, why?"

"Yea gon head and cancel on them, I got a spot in the city I want to take you to."

You paused, gaping at him.

"Josh I can't just drop everything-

Before you could finish he grabbed your hips flipping you on top of him. Holding you firmly in his grasp, he conjured up the best puppy dog look he could.

"Please Bella."

No way this man is pouting. Rolling your eyes, you leaned down and pecked his lips. Silly of you to think you where going to pull away from him, because as soon as you tried he yanked you back in place, deepening the kiss.

His hands explored your backside as the two of you made out on the floor. Every moment with him sucked all the air out of your lungs, being around him made all of your senses alert and it almost felt like you were on fire, but in a good way. He made you feel so alive.

His lips were so soft yet so demanding, it was so intoxicating.His thumbs traced circles on your bare skin as he kissed you.

"You so damn pretty, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"You aint even had enough of me to know you aint had enough."

"Oh nah I had enough of you alright."

He mumbled flipping you on your back, and slid between your legs hovering over you. He eyed you like a hungry beast.

Grinning, you propped yourself up on your elbows.

"Your back hurt huh?"

He threw his head back laughing.

"And do."

"If it bothers you for real let me show you some easy stretches that you can do at home, it'll help after long days at the shop."

"Shiiiii lemme get back on this mat."

He wiggled from between your legs and back onto his mat, laying on his back. He looked too eager to be shown what you had in mind.

"You're so cute." You laughed.

He smiled at you, showing all his teeth, "not too much girl I'll lay yo ass back out on this mat and get to work for real."

"Mcht boy get on your knees."

He snapped his head in your direction.

"Girl don't play with me."

You rolled your eyes, "Josh just trust me."

Chuckling he threw his hands up, "I'm just playing ma, come on show me."

Getting on your mat you got on your knees, and bent over with your chest to your knees and hands stretched out. He mirrored you perfectly.

"This is called the Childs pose, super easy, right."

"Yea, I can deadass feel the stretch, it feels good."

"Good, cause if it ever hurts you need to stretch first, or you're doing it wrong, which is impossible because it's the easiest thing ever." You grinned to yourself.

"I like to hold it for a few minutes at a time, until Im satisfied."

Sitting up you watched him relax in the position. He was shirtless, with black shorts, and god did he look good. His back shined slightly from the heat, causing his ink to glisten.

He lifted his body, leaning back onto his heels. You watched him in amusement.

"You keep staring at me like that, imma know sum."

This time it was you who threw your head back laughing, the sound filling the space. Josh took a mental note of how much he liked your real laugh.

" What the hell ever, just watch me ok?"

He nodded , watching you go into the next pose, a sly grin never leaving his face.

This time you crawled onto all fours, arching your upper back, while keeping your hips parallel to your knees. "You look crazy as hell Im not got lie."

Laughing you positioned yourself for him to see you better.

"Yea it does look ridiculous but it feels so good, this one is the cat pose."

He chuckled, mimicking your movements again, perfectly.

"You know you're doing pretty good, you'd be surprised how many people fuck up these simple poses."

"Hey listen it aint without difficulty ma, im just tryna show off a lil bit."

"You know what", you giggled eyeing him from under your hair that had fallen in your face.

"I like to hold this one for a few minutes, it really helps my shoulders."

"I was just about to say I feel that stretch up the their too- damn I should've found a yoga studio sooner."

" I wouldn't have fucked you in my car then."

He choked almost dropping his pose at your bluntness.

"Y- yea you right."

He shifted on his mat, trying to fix his pants.

He thought he was slick, but you saw his movements.

"How's your son."

"Bad, as fuck."

"So your shop aint the only reason you got that salted beard huh."

"Oh yo lil ass got jokes huh, I thought you liked my beard, you was shol grabbing on my shit in that samee car."

"Ill do it again too, keep talking."

He turned to eye you, meeting his gaze, it made your stomach flip flop. It was dark and daring. He was finna tear yo ass out the frame after you stretched him.

And you were about to make sure he was all the way loosened.

"You really is sum else Bella."

He leaned back onto his heels, "aii show me the next one."

You grinned getting in front of him, getting on all fours again you lifted your butt into the air, arms outstretched in front of you pushing into the ground.

"This is the downward facing dog."

You turned to see him sitting directly behind you.

"Yea this one my favorite fasho."

His eyes lingered on your figure for a beat longer than they should have, eventually crawling on all fours he copied you, again, perfectly.

"You not slick Joshua."

"Hmm?"

His voice went up a few octaves, clearly betraying him.

"Keep on boy imma show you sum."

"Shit lil mama, you bold today huh, what happened to my quiet little Bella I met at the front of my shop."

"I was never your quiet little Bella, first of all, and I was having a long day, hang around me long enough, I might keep you on your toes more than that boy of yours."

"Im already knowing."

"Ok now lay on your back again, let me stretch you out."

He obeyed, a little too eagerly.

Hovering over him you took his leg and bent his knee to his chest, your thighs straddling his other leg. He was thoroughly enjoying this position.

"Just like that- fuckk." He breathed out, his eyes fluttering.

You raised an eyebrow at the man.

He always came completely undone underneath you, it was a sight to behold.

You stretched his leg to the side and his eyes flew open, face red.

"Girl what you doing, got me spread out like a bad bitch."

Laughing you shook your head, "I gotta stretch this part of your hip."

As you spoke you slid your hand to his hip massaging the small area there. You and him both knew what you were doing, his growing bulge on full display.

Sliding your hand to his thigh you dragged your nails up and down, causing him to shiver under your touch. Goosebumps were left in your path.

You let his leg go and resumed on the other, lifting his knee to his chest and then out to the side, you listened closely as he tried so hard to hide the low groaning coming from his lips, but it was no use.

He was so sexy, every inch if him shined in a thin layer of sweat, his shorts hiked up from the stretch. Taking your hand you pushed up one side of his shorts as far as they'd go.

"I never really seen your whole leg before I was curious how far up your ink went."

"Mhm you sure you not just tryna touch on me."

You grabbed his fully erect bulge with no hesitation, his hands flew to yours trying to pry you off, his eyes wide.

"Don't test me Fatu."

He all but whimpered under your touch, but his movements completely contrasted the noise that just left him.

He greedily grabbed at your waist yanking you on top of his face and without warning, he grabbed at the leggings you had on and ripped them from the middle.

"Joshua what the fuc-

He cut you off with his mouth on your clit, swirling and tugging at your bud, his hands placed firmly on your hips holding you down on his face.

He tongued your pussy expertly, flicking and savoring every single inch of you, you wear gripping on his hair for stability. This what you wanted anyways. He thought he was so slick tryna be all cute and submissive.

'No sir come obliterate my shit', was all you could think.

And he was, his tongue was fucking you, curling in just the right spot, and somehow his thumb had found your swollen clit, circling ever so slightly. You were so close and his pace didn't falter for a second because he knew it.

Your gripped tightened in his hair as you rereleased into his mouth.

"Fucckkk Josh oh fuckk."

Your voice was high and washed out and he was enjoying every second of it.

He slid you off of him, straddling his hips. He smirked at you beard now soaked from your essence. You were so over trying to act innocent for him, he knew it too. He knew he just found the freak of his life.

Leaning down you licked the excess essence off his face, his hands slid to the back of your shirt and ripped it at the seems just as he had did your pants.

"Joshua I swear to go-

He grabbed the back of your neck slamming his mouth into yours.

"Shut the fuck up Bella, damn, all that fucking mouth."

Grinning you leaned into the kiss, needing to feel all of him. His tongue fought for dominance in your mouth just as you fought for it in his. The two of you all but swallowing each other on the floor.

Small whimpers and grunts left the two of you as you made out. His hands roughly explored you, ripping off any piece of fabric left on your body.

He broke the kiss leaning back onto his heels, giving you full access to his rock hard dick. His black shorts straining.

"Come here baby."

He gently grabbed your face, whispering just loud enough to hear him.

On all fours you where perfectly level with him. You kissed his stomach and his hips, the small space underneath his belly button leading to his happy trail. Finally hooking a finger onto his waist band and yanking down.

He sprung out of his shorts. Standing at attention. His tip was already leaking, pre cum dripping down his length.

"Hmmm look at you, so wet for me already baby." You cooed.

Before he could even fix his mouth to say something smart, you wrapped your lips around him, taking him all the way in.

His eyes squeezed shut as he touched the back of your throat, his hand moving to the back of your head.

"Mhmmm."

His voice rumbled through his body as you you sucked him off. Your eyes watched him from below, watching the moment you thought he was close.

As soon as he twitched in your mouth you pulled him out stopping your movements, his eyes shot open to find you grinning wickedly at him.

He glared at you.

"You playing with fire."

"I know."

"Bella I swear on everything I love if you tease m-

You cut him off by shoving him back into your mouth, he took the opportunity to take both of his hands and slammed his hips into your mouth, face fucking you.

The sounds of you being abused filled the room, but you didn't mind one bit. Saliva slid down your chin, tears brimmed your eyes and he swore he fell in love with you right then and there.

The sight of you alone was making him near his peak. His hips faltered for a second before he released, his nut spilling out your mouth and down your throat.

His groans filled the small room. His body slightly trembling at the release.

"Fuckin hell pretty girl."

His voice was so horse, just barely above a whisper.

He picked you up and held you flush against him, backing the two of you to the nearest wall.

Not wanting to waist another second you reached between the two of you and grabbed his dick, surprising him. You slid his tip up and down your entrance, not wanting to wait on his permission or guidance. You needed him now.

He slid in with ease, you were clenched around him, molding perfectly to him. It felt like you where made specifically for him. He sunk right into you, finding a steady pace immediately.

His forearms were hooked under your knees as he railed you into the wall. You were seeing stars, unable to form a sentence.

You didn't know if it was from doing yoga before hand or because the two of you hadn't seen each other in four days, but you were in pure ecstasy.

Everything about him in this moment was making you loose control of all your senses. Your voices tangling together to make a harmony of pleasure.

He was getting closer and closer to your g spot with each thrust. Your head was thrown back into the wall as he nipped at your neck. leaving trail of kisses and love marks all over your chest.

"Tell me how much you like this shit girl, making all that fucking noise in here, but can't talk?"

He was driving you crazy, where was this aggressiveness at before that you were seeking from him? Was that all he needed was a little push and a green light to fuck you silly ?

"Fuck me Josh, right there- fuckk."

"Nah fuck that what's my name girl."

He got you.

He knew you hated saying that shit, but for whatever reason he got it out of you when he was tearing you out the frame.

A tear slipped down your cheek, from pure pleasure. You were in heaven and so close.

"Say my fucking name Bella or imma stop."

"FUCK."

"Uhuh get it out baby." He was grunting against your neck as you continued screaming everything but what he wanted to hear.

"You got 5 seconds."

His pace really slowed too, causing your heart to leap forward.

"Joshuaa."

"Say it, I want to hear you say my name girl."

He always knew how to get what he wanted.

"FUCK DADDY FUCK ME RIGHT THERE GOD."

A stupid shit eating grin spread across his face , as tears where streaming down your face at this point.

"Take all daddy nut pretty girl, such a good girl."

He kissed every inch of your neck he had access to as you came down for your high.He held you in place as your eyes fluttered.

"I hate you you know that."

He chuckled, "what was that brat?"

Trying to swat at him was useless because he only flipped you over his shoulder, and stepped into the bathroom at the back of the room.

Still holding onto you he ran the water and stepped in.

Without warning he bent you over, smacking your ass. The ripples sent blood rushing down to his dick.

"What are you doing-

You felt his tip pushing past your still soaked and sensitive entrance. Your tried to arch your back to get out of his grasp, but he only yanked your head and held you in place.

"Nah this what yo ass get for teasing me earlier."

His voice no longer held a playful octave, he was serious.

As soon as he was all the way in he picked up a relentless and unforgiving pace. His hips snapped into yours.

"J-josh I-im sorry."

"I don't want to hear that shit now, you was smiling all in my face thinking that shit was funny. Now look at yo ass."

Another hard smack landed on your ass as he finished talking.

"Told yo ass don't do that shit."

Another one.

"Imma handle yo lil ass tuhDAY."

And another one, his hand print now visible on your ass.

Your voice was a choked out cry as he fucked you in the shower, hot water blasting on the both of you ,relaxing your muscles even more.

Your legs started to tremble beneath you, threatening to give out due to the harsh pace of Josh fucking you from behind.

His tip was brushing the sweetest spot, a ring of your essence coating his dick at the base.

"I love this shit , I love this shit , fuck Bella , take it."

He was muttering more to himself but hearing the way his hoarse voice was cracking, sent you over the edge , your knees giving out.

Josh picked you up with one arm, your back to his chest as he continued fucking you.

"Look at me."

Your tear stained cheeks craned to meet his dark gaze. Your pussy clenched around his dick at the sight of him. His hair had puffed up but strands of hair clung to his forehead. His lips were pink, swollen and parted, eyes wild.

He was so beautiful.

Dipping his head he caught your lips in a passionate kiss. This time no one fought for dominance, he kissed you slowly as you whimpered into him.

Your legs felt like jelly by now. The knot in your stomach snapped, and you came completely undone for him. Screaming his name, you came all over his dick.

"Fuck I love you Josh oh my god fuck."

You were so fucked out and out of it you didn't even mean to say that, or hear him say:

"I love you too Bella."

pt 4 ;)

a/n: hi sluttssss I am so sorry for this slow ass update, I even decided to leave the date out of this part so I could post SOMETHING. a bitch been struggling and life been lifeing but writing stories is literally so fun, it helps me escape and form whole worlds of whatever im thinking in my head, and even though I am in no way a professional you guys really seem to like the few pieces of work I have put out, so thank you for the patience and I will be cranking out all the ideas I have in my drafts for now. Like always if you have any requests or would like to be tagged let me know !!!!

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[huntingingoodwill]

sick boy headcanons part iii

a/n: this one’s for u anon 🗣️🗣️🗣️

masterlist

sick's headcanons part i & ii

- sick likes holding hands whenever the two of you are walking around town 🥹 when you break away he does that thing where he keeps his gaze straight ahead but grabs at the air until his hand finds yours (this has definitely ended in him accidentally grabbing mark’s hand and wandering off with him multiple times)

- “your roots are growing out” you’d say every once in a while, noticing as you played with his hair. he’d mumble and feign indifference but he’d be sitting on the edge of the tub as you touched up his hair with bleach and a toothbrush at the end of the night, plastic bags tucked into the collar of his shirt and complaining: “avoid the scalp! it’s fucking burning me-“ “do you want me to do this or not? because i can leave you to do this on your own.” “…sorry. carry on.”

- the two of you share the trench coat in the moodboard ^^^ (you say you’re sharing but he says you’re stealing. agree to disagree)

- james bond and moneypenny for halloween?????

- sick loves a fresh manicure. he may hesitate with forking over money for other things but as soon as you start complaining about your nails being grown out the money is ON THE TABLE. sometimes he gets the hint if you’re being extra nice to him: being extra attentive, asking about his day, helping his coat off at the door. he’d just squint suspiciously and say “nails?”

- sick is the worst cook in the world. before the two of you started dating he lived off of tinned food or takeaway. you try to have cooking dates every once in a while which ends up with the kitchen full of smoke, burnt pans smouldering in the sink and the two of you giggling over your favourite plate of noodles at the nearby restaurant

- couple’s trip to london?????? picnics in the grass in hyde park, food at seven dials, playing hide and seek at the v&a????

- he’s got a scratched, warped record collection the two of you blast in the middle of the night and dance to in the living room

- modern!sick’s friends teased him relentlessly when they saw his name on your phone was “sicky 💕” and they called him sicky in annoyingly sweet voices for about a week so now his name in your phone is “Simon David Williamson” (he went into your phone to change it while you were in the shower and you couldn’t be bothered to change it back)

- you only ever call him Simon David Williamson irl when you’re mad. if you really wanna hit him where it hurts in an argument you call him heathcliff because mark told you he saw sick crying when they read wuthering heights in secondary school for literature class (this drives sick crazy and will definitely end with mark getting dragged into the fight with the two of you yelling at him over the phone)

[lukeywritesstuff]

this request might be a little confusing to type out but hear me out😭🤣 could u write something ab the reader having a kid and the devils having a event where the players get to train with the kids! the readers kid is one of the kids at the event and luke falls for the reader somehow through that! idk i have this vision in my head but idk how to type it out😭

Little League

Luke Hughes x mom!reader

Note: don’t worry! I totally understand what you’re saying. I read this and kinda had a social media/irl storyline come to my mind so I hope that’s alright! Also I kinda made them slightly know each other, but like acquaintances and they have like mutual friends kinda sorta.

Warnings: a shit ton of fluff. Literally it’s all fluff. Like I don’t even think this has cursing in it. And if so maybe once.

My name is Y/N, and when I was 15 I had a son. He is absolutely everything to me. I was young, and dumb, but if I was given the option to go back and never hook up with some senior at my school, I wouldn’t take the offer. I love my little man too much.

When he was 2 he fell in love with hockey, so at 3 I let him start learning how to skate and grasp the basics of playing hockey, even though for his age it was just floor. Now at 5 he’s playing fully on ice and his team was even invited to practice with the New Jersey Devils, as his team, and we, are based in Newark.

Once we got to Prudential Centre the boys were sent to the main locker room, their names were on tape right under their buddy for the day. I was looking around and right under ‘Luke Hughes’ in full capital letters read ‘Ethan Y/L/N’. I walked my son over to the stall where his name was (obviously avoiding the logo) and I helped him change into his pads, uniform and skates.

After all the kids were settled and ready, coach Ruff started explaining to the kids and the parents how this practice session basically works.

It’s a 4 week training camp, and it’s every Wednesday that the devils are in town. (So 4 Wednesdays, but sometimes there’s a week between the practices without one cuz they’re away) after everything was explained, the Devils were brought into the locker room to meet with their buddies for the program.

The second Ethan saw Luke the smile on his face grew by about 100%. He watched him on Michigan last season as my sister goes there and is friends with some of the older players on the team, and they’ve met before, so he’s excited to see his old friend.

“LUKEY! You’re my buddy! I’m so happy! I missed you! Are we gonna shoot pucks and score on everyone!?” My 5 year old said acting like I just fed him 3 coffees with a side of 10 pounds of sugar.

“Oh yeah we are! We’re gonna be the best group on the ice! With the best cheerleader! Right Y/N?” He said and I smiled at them giving a thumbs up.

After the rest of the kids got to know their buddy a little more the teams were ushered onto the ice, and parents were to stay along the sidelines and not interfere unless there was an emergency.

The team had several smaller nets put up along the boards to practice shooting, cones near centre ice to practice skating, and pucks EVERYWHERE. The kids were all having a blast, and so were the professionals.

By the end of the 2 hours all the kids looked ready to nap, and honestly so did most of the players. Everyone went into the locker room and the players helped the kids with their skates before they talked to the parents.

“So, how was Ethan out there?” I asked the curly headed man smiling at me.

“He’s great. Future NHL superstar I think. The next Gretzky! Forget about bedard!” He said.

“I’m glad my kids THAT GOOD.” I smiled.

“Yeah he is. How are you though? I haven’t seen you since you and Ethan visited Sarah?!” He said bringing up my sister.

“Everything’s great here actually! He’s loving kindergarten now and I got a raise which is why I put him into this. As a little treat for him.” I smiled.

“You’re such a good mom to him. You know, since we’re both in Jersey, I think we should finally exchange numbers, and maybe we can go out for lunch one day Eth’s in school and you’re off and I don’t have practice!” He said smiling.

“You know what, sure Hughes. Pass me your phone and we can text tonight about said lunch date.” I said before taking his phone.

Ynstagram

Had a great time with the @njdevils and @lhughes_06. Eth will never forget this. Thank you so much 🫶🫶

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The second week was 2 weeks later as the devils had their first road trip of the season. The kids were extra excited because the wait was longer than they expected it to be.

The second Ethan saw Luke he ran to the man and attached himself to him, it didn’t seem weird because quite a few of the kids did the same to their buddies.

Today on the ice they were doing more team oriented practices instead of just one on one. So Luke, Jack, Dawson, and Nico were working together with Ethan and 3 other kids. It wasn't too eventful, just 2 on 2 scrimmage and small drills that 5 year olds can handle.

But this time after helping Ethan change and it was time for Luke and I to talk about his progress, he asks me out for the next evening, I said yes because Ethan was already gonna be at my parents so I'll be home alone anyways, why not spent that evening with Luke!

[caradecema]

Again// Twisters

Part 2

Summary: A love-hate relationship between a cold, could careless, Scott and happy, carefree Marian. The two of them are on different sides when it comes to chasing Tornadoes.

What could happen between the two of them when Tyler Owens is playing Cupid.

{Scott x OC fem}

Part 1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5

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A few days had gone by since they had run into the Storm Par. Marian had been clicking away in her tablet as they came to the outer parts of a town a soft smile on her lips when she saw the change in weather. "A tornado is coming-" she was cut short when the white trucks that belonged to Javi and his team passed them making Tyler cuss them off. "Always want to show off how their pretty little trucks run." 

Marian was quick to look for Scott the older man already looking at her from the back seat of Javi's truck. As always Marian blew him a kiss before turning back to her tablet. "Keep going straight and take a left on the next exit" Tyler nodded as he gave Kate a smile as he took off.

When they turned they all came to a stop as they began to see where the tornado would form. Marian clicked away on her tablet before putting it down and taking a look around. "Right there" She spoke to Boone the younger boy nodded as he left to tell Tyler who was too busy flirting with Kate. Marian turned seeing Javi already looking at her as she began to make her way to him.

"Where were you guys this past few days?" She asked. "North from here," Javi told her before excusing himself. Marian looked up to see Scott looking at the sky. "Do you ever talk?" She asked as she took a sip of her sprite. Scott looked down at her as if studying her before taking out his clipboard writing something and heading back to the truck giving orders to whoever was on the other end of the call. 

"Well fuck you man, pinchi pendejo" Marian spoke as she left but not before getting an idea a smirk formed on her lips as she grabbed a hand full of mud throwing at him.

Scott let out a surprise yelp as he turned to see his white shirt covered in mud as Marian ran away from him. "That bitch" He murmur before grinning when he saw her trip right before she made it to Owen's truck. 

That grin left as fast as it came when Owens picked her up his annoying laugh sounded as he did. Looking up he saw Javi appear again giving him a look before handing him a towel "Don't get my truck dirty" Javi told him before heading to the truck and starting it. Looking up Scott saw Marian looking at him her tongue out before she flipped him off.

The chasing had been something... the tornado had not fully formed before it disappeared leaving them dry in adrenaline. "Well that was disappointing" Boone spoke making the others nod as they began to make their way into town. When they arrived they were quick to get a motel to spend the night.

After a quick shower and changing into some shorts, an oversized T, and some boots she made her way outside. "Little one" Tyler shouted making her smile as she joined him, her hands wrapping around his side as he did the same. "Any others coming soon?" Tyler asked as he sat next to her in the back of the truck. "Nope, they left us high and dry," Marian told him as she placed her tablet down resting her head on his shoulder.

"That's a bummer, how about tomorrow?" Marian grinned "If we have luck we should get an EF2 or 3 around 6" Tyler nodded. "I'll be back want something from the store?" Marian asked "Nah I'm good," Tyler told her making her chuckle when she saw him staring at Kate. 

Marian made her way to the store looking for some lays and a sprite. As she browsed through the store jamming to the music blasting through her AirPods she came to a stop when she collided with someone.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't paying-" Looking up she saw Scott looking at her with a raised eyebrow as he held her phone which he had caught before it fell. "Can I get my phone back?' She asked making Scott look at her, his eyes scanning what she wore. 

"No," He told her as he placed it in his shirt pocket. "What?" Marian asked looking at him dumbfounded. "I need an apology first for my shirt," He told her making her sigh as she remembered her earlier stunt. Scott couldn't help but make a mental note of how when she was mad her eye would twitch and she would bite her bottom lip.

"You full-on deserve that one... You think you all mighty to even speak with me?" Marian asked her hand resting on her hip with an eyebrow raised. "I don't have to talk to low hillbilly like you" Marian's eyes widen before punching Scott on the stomach making him grunt. "God fucking damn it, you fucking hill-" Before he said anything a slap followed "Fuck you Scott" Marian sneered taking his cap as she left forgetting her phone.

The following morning Marian woke up with the knocks of Lily the girl telling her to hurry because they were leaving. "Did you not put an alarm?" Lily asked as she helped her pack her clothes. That's when she remembered she hadn't taken her phone back from that insufferable cunt. "It's dead, sorry" She apologized making Lily wave her off as they threw her stuff into the van before Marian joined Tyler in the truck.

"It seems the tornado is forming now," Tyler told her as Boone got the cameras rolling for their upcoming adventure. "Well it is southwest from here we should be there in 10 minutes" Marian smiled as Boone began to speak to the camera before shoving it in her face making her smile as she said hi to Tyler's fans. 

As they got close the familiar white trucks of Javi and his team appeared this time Marian did not bother to look up her eyes remained on her tablet as she shouted at Tyler where to go.

Scott's eyes stayed on her and his hat and she felt them but refused to look at him after his earlier comment. "Turn right, here" Marian shouted making Tyler laugh as he did making all four of them hold tightly into their seatbelts. Looking up Marian saw the weather began to change the once clear sky was now black and moody. "I would put your seatbelt on if I were you" Tyler spoke to the British guy who gulped as he placed the second one on just as Marian went wide eye.

"Tyler let's get the fuck out of here" She shouted when she saw the numbers on her tablet going wild. "What?" Tyler looked at her in disbelief. "This isn't an EF2 its fucking 4" Tyler went wide eye at her words as he looked outside. "Boony call the others and let them know to turn around" Marian shouted as she reached for her phone just to remember Scott had it. Not bother to ask Marian reach for Tyler's phone and unlock it before dialing Javi's number.

"Fuck, you better still have your old one" Marian prayed as it began to ring. Not a second later the familiar voice of Javi sounded. "Javi it's Mar, turn around it's an EF4 not a 2" She shouted when she saw the tornado begin to form. "Are you sure?" Javi asked as their truck came to a stop a few yards away from their own.

"Kate, you see it don't you?" Mar shouted at the phone as Tyler began to head back in their direction. "Turn, this isn't good" The voice of Kate sounded before Scott began to speak but by then the call had ended. "For what I can see no towns are near the path the Tornado will take" Mar looked relieved at this.

When they all made it back to the hotel no one truly spoke. "It seems luck is not on our side" Lily spoke as she walked down from the van making the others nod. "Perhaps tomorrow," Tyler told her as he took leave when he saw Kate and Javi. Mar smiled before heading off to the same room she had stayed the previous night.

By nightfall, she had been called by the others to join them for dinner. As she made her way down to the dinner she came face to face with Scott. The taller boy looked at her as he came out of his room. "I need my phone" Mar spoke her tone flat making Scott give her a look as he made his way to his room just to come out with a bottle of Sprite and her phone.

Marian gave him a look as she took the bottle of Sprite. "Did you poison it?" She asked as she gave the bottle a weird look. "I'll take it back then" Scotts spoke as he reached for the bottle making Mar laugh as she hid it behind her. "I'm kidding," She told him before opening it as she placed her phone in her pocket.

"Good call out there," Scott told her making her smile at him a look of disbelief on her face "Is Scott praising me? The world must be ending" She joked as she took a sip of her sprite. "Don't push it" Scott told her crossing his arms, making her look at his man boobs causing her to bite down on her lips so that she wouldn't smirk.

"Oh Scotty you do have a heart" she added as she passed him. "I still want an apology and my hat back," He told her grabbing her arm and stopping her from leaving making her grunt. "You know full well you deserve it and the hat looks way better on me than you," She told him crossing her own arms this time. Scott's eyes linger a few seconds too long on her hard nipples before looking elsewhere. "Then a new shirt," He told her smirking when he saw her face. But he wouldn't deny it the hat looked better on her than him.

"A new shirt? You can easily clean it and boom brand new" She told him stepping close to him. "Then you should clean it, shortcake" For some reason the nickname made her feel horny even though she knew he was mocking her. "I'm pretty sure you already did, Scotty" She purr his nickname a smirk forming on her lips when she saw him clenching his jaw. "Isn't your boyfriend going to get jealous when he sees you wearing my hat?" Mar gave him a look.

"He's not my boyfriend, I just happened to know that dumbass since we were in diapers," Mar told him. Scott didn't know why but he felt relief at the news of Tyler and her not being a thing. 

"See you around, Scotty... Thanks for the gum and Sprite" She shouted making Scott look at her confused as he reached for his back pocket noticing he was missing his gum.

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[pixeldistractions]

book 2 and 3 recap: on the road!

*obviously, this post will contain ALL THE SPOILERS for books 2 & 3 of Boxes and Squares, as well as some spoilers relating to Why Are You Here? and My Sweetheart*

a rebel yell, a short flashback to the summer of 2085:

First, you probably can't really understand Ingrid without knowing Charlie Roseland and the bittersweet summer of 2085.

It was three years before the current stories. Charlie was smart, obstinate, mysterious, had a bad attitude, and Ingrid couldn't get enough. He was a childhood friend of her brother's and they hadn't seen each other since middle school. Charlie and his longtime girlfriend were on a break that summer... problem was, he didn't want to be on a break.  

Maybe Ingrid never stood a chance, but she wouldn't let that stop her. For three beautiful weeks, she was a lovely insect that wouldn't stop flying at his head. Their short summer flirtation culminated in one magical night at the state fair, full of games and rides and elephant ears, and did she get through to him? He would never tell, but he did give her a kiss (or, well, she took one) that she would remember for the rest of her life. Too bad it was a goodbye kiss. Then she sent him off to reunite with his beloved Natty.

Boxes and Squares, #2: the road trip!

Jordan and Ingrid set off on a road trip adventure to deliver her to California. It's just a business arrangement, but why does Jordan remind her of that boy she loved for one hot summer three years ago? Ingrid has always had a weakness for two things: hot summer flings and unavailable men. And this summer has Jordan’s name written all over it. His phone is blasting him with texts from two women, his attitude is quiet and stand-offish, and Ingrid feels like a chase.

But this time is not the same. 

Jordan doesn't like her back in that way. She can feel how different this is now. Jordan is consumed with his own problems: his boys, his ex, and a heady new long-distance relationship when he barely put his last relationship to rest.

Ingrid wants to play, but Jordan is not in a playing mood.

He gets especially annoyed when he finds out that she’s been posting about him on her popular YouTube channel and half the internet is shipping them as a couple. Yikes! If she's not careful, he might drop her on the side of the road and end their little road trip adventure. 

So, she puts a pause on that.

Ingrid takes a stroll through the quiet desert town and finds Clayton, an odd conspiracy theorist with a roadside kiosk. But she kind of likes his chaotic energy, and they have a long chat full of wild ideas. She doesn't know where the wind is taking her next, but she feels this is not the last she'll see of Clayton. 

Back on the road again, Ingrid and Jordan make a few pit stops for fun. All the while, Ingrid is mindful not to piss him off this time.

One evening, they share a quiet conversation by the campfire. She gets to really know him. Even though they've worked together for years, never until now did she see him for all his human flaws and hurts. She couldn't see past her crush. And it makes her remember that summer three years ago, and Charlie Roseland, and how short a time they had together. She suspects that she never really got to know Charlie for real, either, and the torch she's been carrying for all these years is probably just an old crush.

In the quiet desert night, she and Jordan chat about their pasts and their futures, a respectful friendship settling in between them.

Finally they reach the ocean, marking an end to their agreement, and Jordan and Ingrid part ways as friends. 

Boxes and Squares #3: what dreams?

Jordan gets a tattoo and makes his way out into the wilderness for a week of soul-searching, off-grid and truly alone. Will it be worth all the trouble he caused to get here? 

Back at Coolidge House Country Inn, Jordan's absence is felt in many ways—as a handyman, as a friend, and as a lover. Maria gets the chance to gush to Stephanie about everything that happened while Stephanie was away. 

Jordan's time in the wilderness proves to be every bit as delightful as he thought it would be. It answers some questions while presenting new ones. Now he's headed to Sierra Nova for the start of climb club. 

Back on-grid again, Maria and Jordan are ravenous to catch up (even if they were only out of contact for a week) and maintain their long-distance love. Good thing Aunt Lou stopped by to occupy JoJo, because they really miss seeing each other, and once their cameras are on, things get a little steamy!  

Lou is doubtful about how much energy her sister is investing into this long-distance boyfriend, and wishes she wouldn't sit around pining over a man. But her criticisms come from a place of caring and affection for her little sister, and she suspects Maria won't listen anyway.

intermission: Jack's story!

Meet Jack! He's a family man, a police officer, husband, father of three, and his father is dying.

They didn't have enough time. But then, is there ever enough time with your loved ones? They didn't get to fulfill many of Micah's bucket list wishes, so Jack makes a promise to his dad to carry the torch for him. One of those wishes was to learn to climb and summit Mt. Komorebi. 

In the first week of October, eager climbers assemble in the desert at the adventure park. Jack meets his fellow climbers who will become new friends in this great adventure. 

next recap: book 4: first, fall apart

next chapter: boxes & squares #4.0: the boys

[apocalypseornaw]

A Memory or Me (Pt 2/3)

Sam Winchester x Reader

You overhear a conversation between Sam and Dean that hurts

You loved so many things about Sam. His heart, the way he cared so deeply. His brain, the fact that he could retain information about lore he'd read years before. His smile, the way it warmed you just seeing it. You loved the way he held you, his larger frame making you feel tiny. You loved the way he kissed you, the way that no matter how long the two of you had been together he always checked on your comfort level every time he slid into you, touched you, pushed you over that edge time and again.

You hadn't told him you loved him yet. For one you didn't want to push him. You were his first relationship after Jess, yeah he'd had a couple hookups but you were the first to stick around. 

Maybe you'd hoped he would say it first, but he never did. The longer you were together the more you wondered if he would ever say it. 

Bobby's house was the closest thing to home any of you had ever had, perks of your life. You were in the kitchen, making tea and checking on the cookies Bobby had talked you into making while you were in town.

Dean was outside changing the oil in the impala and in your car as well. Sam was with him so you had music playing and a couple lore books on the table. Things had been going good with you and Sam, even hunting practically full time with the boys was going well enough.

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You'd just sat down at the table when you heard Bobby call your name. You walked into the living room where he was sitting at his desk “You rang?” 

He shook his head but you could see the smile playing at his lips “Go take those knuckleheads some water if you will. It's eighty today and they grabbed a beer each before going out” You nodded then headed back to the kitchen. The timer for the cookies had just chirped so you pulled them out and sat them on top of the stove to cool before grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge.

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You knew your way around the junkyard well enough. Dean would hopefully have the cars under the shelter in the back that was also used as a painting booth for times like when the impala was totaled around John's death. 

You could hear music blasting and laughed when Dean's voice mingled with the radio on “You shook me all night long”

“Winchesters!” You hollered as you got closer and Sam was the first one to pop his head out, a smirk on his face “So I'm back down to just being one of the Winchester?” You shrugged “Well I mean I did wake up alone this morning. Could make a girl feel some type of way”

He raised an eyebrow when you walked beside him into the paint booth and held a bottle of water out to Dean “Like it or not Bobby didn't want you two dehydrating out here and when he says to drink water over alcohol you know it's bad” Dean took the water with a wink “Any other person I'd say but I mean at least the water delivery girl is cute” 

You rolled your eyes and felt Sam's arms slip around your waist “Easy Dean. She's taken” you laughed and passed a bottle of water into Sam's hand “You two are adorable really but I gotta finish helping Bobby with some chores inside while I'm here” Sam leaned down and gripped your chin with one of his hands to turn your head and give him access to your lips. 

The kiss was gentle and you smiled against his lips “Well talk about adorably nauseating” Dean teased so you pulled away from Sam to glare at him “Bite me Dean” “Ain't that Sammy's job?” He replied with a grin. You felt your face warm but shook your head “With that I'm going inside”

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A while later Bobby sent you out to retrieve the boys because he needed them to make a run into town. You were walking up to the open side door of the paint booth when you heard Dean say “So you and Y/N are coming up on a year and I don't know if I missed it but have you told her you love her man?”

You froze on the spot. You shouldn't be hearing this, it was a violation of not only Sam's privacy but the privacy between brothers as well. Yet you remained rooted on the spot “I haven't” Sam's voice came and you felt your stomach drop. Would you hear him say he loved you or admit he didn't?

“Why not?” Dean pushed and you could practically see his stance, arms crossed over his chest and green eyes boring into his younger brother. You heard Sam exhale and his stance hit your mind too, probably leaned against a wall staring at anything but Dean. “I don't know it's just, she's so different than Jess”

“And that's a bad thing?” Dean asked and you felt a sense of gratitude for him defending you even to Sam. “I'm not saying it's a bad thing but I had this idea of love, my future. With Jess it was getting married after college, a house and kids. Y/N is a hunter through and through, she's comfortable covered in blood and fighting anything that crawls its way out of hell. Jess was soft and gentle and easy going. Y/N is a hurricane, she'll knock you off your feet without even trying”

You felt tears burn your eyes, your mother's voice from years ago hitting your ears. Telling you that you held too much weight in your thighs and stomach, that you were too loud, too weird. That no one would ever love you. The woman had been dead for over a decade and still tormented you. “So you're saying you haven't told Y/N you love her because she's not a little housewife material?” Dean asked and from the edge in his voice you knew you were reading the situation right. Sam didn't love you because you weren't Jess. 

“I don't know” Sam admitted and you turned to walk away but remembered Bobby needed them.

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You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes before schooling your face. You could lie to cops daily,you could make them believe you hadn't heard anything.

You made sure your footsteps were loud and started humming your favorite song under your breath before opening the door. Both men turned to look at you and sure enough, Dean stood next to baby with his arms crossed looking every inch the disappointed dad while Sam was leaning against the wall looking like the teenager who'd been expelled.

You raised your eyebrows “You two good?” Dean nodded slowly then turned his eyes to you “Yeah sweetheart we're good. You need something?” You nodded “Bobby needs a supply run” “We'll be there in a minute” you smiled slightly “Ok”

You tried not to let Sam's words get to you. After all God rest the dead, Jess was gone. You were alive. If he couldn't appreciate what was in front of him that wasn't your shortcoming was it?

Still you found yourself not being quite yourself. You wouldn't sing along with the radio, if you got bloody on a hunt you'd always go straight to the shower and not even let Dean check your injuries first. You tried to be less of a hurricane but knew that was just who you were. You'd always be too much.

@lacilou @fullbelieverheart @prettydeaneyes

[undreaming-fanfiction]

My lovely @henderdads Cass, I unfortunately didn't manage to write a full length fanfiction that you 100% deserve for your birthday, buuuut...I saw that your fav Disney movie is Mulan. What if I gave you a very adjusted Mulan Steddie AU idea with a partial apocalypse, joining the army in place of someone you love, and an incredibly annoying voice in your ear who tells you what to say and do...

Eddie Munson is very much anti-war, thank you. He hates the army, hates the cops, tolerates Chief Hopper because he's cool, but overall authority? Nah, not for him. Eddie would never, ever join something violent and wear camo.

The world doesn't care about his preferences. When interdimensional rifts start popping up left and right and the whole planet is currently battling creatures pouring out of what is called the Upside Down dimension, every family has to send a man to join the war.

Eddie should not be joining anything. After a horrific car crash that nearly cost him his life, half of his torso is nothing but scars, his body is weak from spending months in the hospital, plus his aim is atrocious. But the government said someone needs to go, and his beloved uncle Wayne, the 50-ish man who looks like a nihilist but is secretly all the goodness in the world personified, is gearing up to go and serve his country. That just won't do.

He steals the letter ordering someone from the Munson family to join the Hawkins battlefield and prays that no one will have a chance to check his records. They probably won't, most of the documents for his town got burned to a crisp when a rift opened under the office. And because he knows absolutely nothing about the special Upside Down units he's about to join, he's doing what he knows the best - practicing by roleplaying. He's simulating small talk with "the boys". He's trying cheeky comebacks. And he's incredibly, cringe-inducingly bad at it.

Fortunately for him, or maybe not, he has a guardian angel, except the angel is a 13 year old kid he used to DM for. His name is Dustin and he's ruthless. When he stumbles upon Eddie's "Oh yeah, I used to play the ball in high school. Which ball? Uh...all the ball!", he announces Eddie is useless and gives him a small comm he's developed with his nerdy friends. "Don't worry," he says, "I will guide you through everything."

And Eddie believes it might be a good thing, that it might counterbalance his uncontrollable mouth, at least until the moment that he sees his sergeant, Steve Harrington. The guy is friendly, capable, tough as nails and incredibly, mind-numbingly pretty.

"Say good to meet you, sir!" the voice in his ear whispers.

Eddie opens his mouth to say exactly that. "Wow, aren't you a sight to behold, big boy!" is what ends up leaving it.

Dustin finds out the hard way that the barely functioning gay disaster Eddie Munson is impossible to guide through anything. He picks the lock to the showers after midnight to avoid showing his scars - or if he wanted to be honest, showering very heterosexually next to Steve fucking Harrington, the man who pulled him out of harm's way when Eddie messed up, and then nonchalantly produced a spiked bat and beat the creature preparing to snack on Eddie to a pulp.

"Why did you freeze when Steve was discussing tomorrow's mission?" Dustin hisses at him.

"You're not here, you twerp, you'd freeze too if you saw all that chest hair!"

Many things end up happening during the war of the worlds (cliché, but it works in Eddie's head). Eddie somehow ends up saving Steve's life by backing into a cassette player, turning it on and blasting "Master of Puppets" all over the battlefield, luring the creatures away from Steve's position. He tries to explain that it was an accident, but no one believes him.

Eddie notices that the creatures are invading in certain patterns. When people ask him how come he noticed something no one else did, he just shrugs and says: "it's what I would have done if I was running this as a campaign." He ignores Dustin's excited rambling about how cool the campaign would be and that Eddie definitely has to survive now.

Steve starts respecting him, even enjoying his company. How the hell did that happen. And there's definitely some tension between them, not the angry kind, and Eddie is taking cold showers now. For health reasons, obviously.

And finally, Eddie finds out that even if his aim sucks, he's pretty great with a flamethrower. They become unbeatable as a close range fighter duo with Steve.

Eventually, Eddie's insight combined with some secret government experimentation (they experimented on a kid? If it didn't work out so well, Eddie would have punched them and then set them on fire) end the war. The portals are closed, the remaining creatures gradually eliminated. Steve and Eddie are decorated as heroes and sent home. It's all very quick, very "let's not talk about this whole rift thing possibly being a government fault, nope!", Steve finally finds out about Eddie not being fit to serve and spirals into an absolute meltdown about endangering someone who was never supposed to fight in the first place. Eddie finds himself sitting on a bus home with a medal and a broken heart.

It's only a few days later, after Wayne's crushing hugs, scolding, well hidden tears and Dustin's constant visits, that someone knocks on his and Wayne's trailer door. It's Eddie's former sergeant Steve Harrington, wearing a soft yellow sweater and the cutest shy smile Eddie's ever seen. "Hi. Uh...I know it's difficult to make up for putting you through all that and not verifying your records. But..." he says and shushes Eddie when he tries to accept all the blame and get into a spiral of his own, "...I think a dinner would be a good start to that apology. How does that sound?"

Eddie grins at him and reaches for his hand. "I'd say you've got yourself a date, big boy."

[visicnsofalife]

• • ( TAYLOR RUSSELL. TWENTY-NINE. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, DARLENE WYMAN is known to most as DARLING. they have been riding with the reapers for EIGHT YEARS. they’re originally from STRATFORD and the TREASURER is known to be very ABRASIVE & ALOOF but the other club members will tell you they are SEDULOUS & RESILIENT. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they’re usually at STRATFORD ELEMENTARY working as a TEACHER. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do BURNING by YEAH YEAH YEAHS is usually heard blasting. ( the smell of the woods after it rains , face half in the shadows and half in the light , a smile that feels like she just signed off on your death )

STATS.

full name : darlene evelyn wayman

birthday : january 20th , 1996

gender + pronouns : cis female she/her

sexuality : bisexual

affiliation : reapers

BIO.

darlene was the first and only child of mrs. and mr. wyman in stratford , tx .

her father , an enforcer for the reapers whom recently stepped back due to a lupis diagnosis .

her parents kept her shadowed about the reapers growing up . in fact , they kept her in the shadows of just about everything . no electronics . one hour of tv time . one treat a night . a rigid schedule , monitored with an eagle eye by her mother . no time to play with the neighbors . but it didn't bother her . she didn't know any better .

that changed when darlene started middle school . a great game of soccer in gym class convinced by her teacher to try out for the team . on her hands and knees begging her parents . only if you're great they told her . the wymans don't do anything halfway . it was all or nothing .

so she got good . in fact , she got great . she was a starter on the varsity team by her freshman year . she went to school , got perfect grades , won her soccer matches and went home .

her life was turned upside and inside out when she met a boy - jeremiah . some guy hanging around the bleachers at a game . she couldn't explain it , but she was drawn to his dark gaze . he walked her to her car . it was innocent . completely innocent . at first .

it escalated quickly . he was her first boyfriend . darlene was a stranger to love , confusing it with control . soccer practice became dates with jeremiah . after school clubs were more time with jeremiah . study time with classmates became time with jeremiah . he consumed her vision , everything disappeared as she fell deeper and deeper into his desires . a puppet , no longer for her parents but for her proclaimed soulmate .

darlene had been perfect , her parents not catching on . not catching on to the clothes piled in a suitcase beneath her bed . the piggybanks that were suddenly emptied . darlene was going to run away with jeremiah to a golden oasis where she could be free . free from pressure and expectations . free to explore who she was .

things changed shortly before her graduation . one misstep , eyes darting to jeremiah and not the ball . on the ground , the world going black with pain . she tore her acl . her soccer career was over .

it didn't go unnoticed . her father , trained to pay attention , saw . she was grounded during her recovery . her phone monitored . the miles on her car recorded . she wasn't allowed to see him anymore . but they found ways around her parents' gag order . sneaking in and out while they were fast asleep .

after graduation . they were going to escape . she finally regained her parents trust , being the picture of perfection . they were leaving for the weekend . some kind of work trip , but darlene didn't pry . it was perfect timing .

midnight on the dot , she was on the corner . waiting and waiting and waiting . 1am . 2am . 3am . 4am . 5am . finally going home when the sun began to rise , worried sick about jeremiah .

the house was emptied . her mother's jewelry gone . her father's guns as well .

he yelled and she comforted her only daughter , head in her lap , stroking her hair and wiping away the tears . in those small acts of kindness , darlene gave up . she would do what her mother wanted without protest .

she studied at community college to get a teaching license , and slowly became privy to her father's work . eventually , she joined the reapers as the treasurer , to help keep the money straight . her parents vouched that they could trust darlene , and she has been perfect for the past eight years . she has no reason not to be . without soccer , she had to find another way to make her parents proud .

PERSONALITY.

darlene is quiet and rude and keeps to herself . the nickname darling came only out of irony . she doesn't trust anyone , can't ever let anyone in to let herself get hurt again . she listens to her parents and keeps her head down , just minding her own business and keeping a low profile . she has a big heart and she wants to help people and provide support for the growing generation , so they can succeed in the ways that she can't . but she won't let anyone except her students see that . she is all business , no nonsense . truthfully , she feels empty , a hollow shell , emptied out by parents who saw her only for her usefulness and value but not her core . her only love crushed whatever was left , so she learned to keep to herself and work hard , quietly accepting her fate . very dedicated to everything she does and loyal to a fault for the reapers .

WCS.

reapers : ones who like to tease her and try to penetrate her shell , those who hate her for her sullen nature , those here trust her , an almost friend - quiet comraderie etc

diablos : enemies <3

childhood classmates : people who knew darlene Before and saw that change in her . can't stand her , want to help her , etc

i don't have many wcs but would love to brainstorm :)

[softquietsteadylove]

Second prompt is a lil crazier but I can’t stop thinkin about it: what about a flash forward to older Heracles! He’s a big strong warrior now and an even bigger mama’s boy, respects his pops and somehow they end up in trouble so of COURSE he has to help them! He owes them everything! idk just a thought, do with that what you will and I’m excited to read it! Thank you <3

"Everyone, get back!"

The days of war in Athens had finally calmed, but now Deviants were more common than ever. Where they had been all this time was a mystery, but the attacks were now a daily occurrence.

"Off the battlefield!" Thena ordered as she swung first her spear and then her sword. The Deviant reared back after getting sliced through its eye. She turned. "Now!"

Heracles offered a grin, as if that would soften his defiance of her. "But the people need help!"

Heracles had grown from a mischievous human child into a man fit to be named a demigod by the people. Born a human but raised by the gods, Athenians would say. He was of towering stature now, hair golden and noble of character. He had a fine weapon, forged by the hands of the Great Champion himself.

Although it was said he could often be seen in town walking alongside an old mutt with a wooden children's toy hanging from his belt.

Thena huffed, turning her attention back to the battle at hand. "It was not up for discussion."

Thena circled the beast. It was massive, like the Bull back in Babylon. It was shaped like a cavalry horse, if massive. Perhaps the story of the Trojan horse would become muddled with this as time went on. "Up!"

Gilgamesh, as if apparating from thin air, appeared at her side and grasped her waist. He even made a full turn, using his strength and velocity to throw the Goddess of War into the air. He put his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the sun, admiring her like a shooting star. "Wow."

Even with Gilgamesh's help, she landed just above the creature's haunches. She closed both palms and dug her swords both into its wiry musculature. It reared up in pain, leaving her to dangle from them with only her own strength.

"Thena!"

"Hang on!" Heracles, having ushered the last of the citizens away from the immediate vicinity of danger, rushed forward. He ran straight at the creature, his eyes on the woman hanging onto its back.

Both Gilgamesh and Heracles swarmed like bees to a flower, watching and waiting anxiously to see if Thena would be thrown from the goliath's back from sheer force of its movements.

Upon its back, she gritted her teeth. "Accursed thing."

She changed the shape of her blades within its flesh, hoping to lodge them therein like fish hooks or poison barbs. But the horse was easily the height of the city gates back on its rear legs like this. If anything, it was only standing up too tall--too far back. She let go of her own accord, swinging herself around. "Gilgamesh! Send it that way!"

He frowned. He didn't want his choice to be between catching her and saving entire blocks of the city. But he raised his fist, charging his energy around it. It wasn't as if the fall could do any real damage. He just would prefer to be the one catching her.

Gilgamesh punched up in the creature's direction. No contact had to be made. He was able to avoid hitting Thena in the crossfire, sending a blast of Cosmic Energy up at the thing's back, forcing it to fall towards the cliffs and away from the edge of town.

Heracles caught her. He had taken a running leap and jumped at a height that was questionable for any human. He even landed successfully, his sandals sliding on the dirt path of the city's entrance for some distance. He looked at the Goddess of War, "you okay?"

Thena frowned up at him (the large child, as far as she was concerned). "Unhand me."

"What?" he laughed, as if this were all a game they were playing.

"I told you to get to safety, that is what," she huffed at him, standing from his embrace and dusting her spotless white dress off. "You are mortal, since it bears repeating."

Young man as he was, now, Heracles still turned his big, sad eyes on her. "I know. But the people need protecting, even if you and Pops have it under control."

She huffed. She could not deny that protecting humans was always the goal, and that surely having more help with it was not a problem. But that meant conceding that the human before her was no longer a child clinging to her with a snotty nose looking for pastry scraps.

She had to concede that he was grown enough to risk his life if he so chose.

"The citizens are clear of the area. They will need you to protect them if the walls are breached," she sufficed to say.

They watched as the massive horse fell, shaking the earth around them. Its back crumbled the cliffside and sent it tumbling down the side of the mountain. The road into the city from the shoreline would be compromised, but at least it and the city gates were standing yet.

Heracles looked at the Eternals, now both shorter than he. "Hephaestus is gonna be mad."

Gilgamesh crossed his arms at him. "I would think the mortal one here shouldn't be the most reckless one."

"Exactly my thoughts," Thena joined him in their united front against Heracles' disobedience.

The human blinked as both of them turned the disapproval on him. He took a step back, holding his hands up in front of him, as if choosing not to see their disapproving frowns would keep them from existing. "Hey, I was just trying to help."

"And since when do I need assistance?"

Gilgamesh snorted. Heracles had stepped right into that dung pile.

The young man cleared his throat, correcting his posture and leaning down in an invitation for her to ruffle his hair. "Never, Goddess Athena."

Thena uncrossed her arms, pushing his head up and away, which ruffled his hair by happenstance. "Agitating child."

He rose to his full height again with a grin. "Yes, Mother."

Thena gave up on lecturing him, choosing to examine the damage and peer down to see if the creature still breathed.

Gilgamesh chuckled at the mortal man, facing down the Goddess of War with such cheek. "You're lucky she's fond of you, or you'd be down there with that thing."

"You think I don't know that?" Heracles laughed. He had inherited Gilgamesh's mirth and zealous sense of humour, of all things.

"It's still alive."

The two of them rushed over. Heracles eagerly reached out to pull Thena out of the path of danger. Gilgamesh slid forward to take his place alongside her, in contrast. But it didn't matter; all three of them plummeted down the cliff as the Deviant attempted to claw its way back up to the city limits.

Its gargantuan hooves slapped into the cliffs, crumbling massive boulders in its wake and making it tumble down even further with every attempt.

Gilgamesh threw himself at both Thena and Heracles, holding his arms above his head. He grunted as he did have to endure a boulder or two before Thena added her power to his and skewered a few with her trident. "Where's Sersi when you need her?"

The dust settled and the three emerged. Thena looked at Heracles extensively. "Unscathed?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he chuckled as she turned and twisted his head, poked at his arms, even jabbed him in the ribs between the plates of his armour. "Ow!"

"Do not leave your vitals exposed," she took the time to lecture before going to check on the Deviant again.

Heracles ruffled his own golden hair as he followed. "You battle in a toga."

Gilgamesh elbowed him. "Don't talk back to the Goddess of War."

The human sighed, knowing he was outnumbered by his unwavering mentors/parents. "Yes, sir."

The horse was indeed still alive. But as much as Eternals were not gifted swimmers, Deviants truly sank like stones. The monster was thrashing as it continued to tumble downward until it reached the shoreline. Its own mass would soon drown it.

"We should bring Sersi, tell her to expand the landmass and keep that thing's body contained within the rock," Thena declared, still watching until the fight left her enemy's body.

"That's gonna make for some wild fossils someday," Gilgamesh muttered to himself as he too watched. Of course, he only watched for as long as Thena did. He slid his eyes over to her. "Should we...go get her now?"

"We must be certain this thing won't try to claw its way on land again." The Goddess of War had spoken, and that was that.

Both men sighed heavily.

She turned back to them and their petulance. "We will have to climb back up the cliff regardless."

They had indeed fallen a great distance.

Heracles leaned over the edge slightly, holding his hand up mostly for dramatic effect. "It's in the water now, I'm sure it won't take long to be submerged completely."

"Great!"

By the time he turned, Thena was already in Gilgamesh's arms, held like a maiden. His jaw dropped in offense at the idea that they were leaving him there. "Hey!"

"Since you're so tough, you can keep an eye out until Sersi gets here," Gilgamesh chuckled, happily holding his Goddess in his arms and preparing to jump most if not all the height they fell.

"Indeed," Thena agreed, furthering the betrayal. "If you do not wish to listen to my instruction, then you can take the service roads back up to the city. As mortals do."

Heracles pursed his lips (a habit picked up from the goddess herself). "This is unjust."

"Have Sersi walk back with you if dusk falls," Thena pointed out lastly before Gilgamesh charged energy under his feet and took off like a rock from a trebuchet.

Heracles shouted after his petulant parents (always sneaking away to canoodle). "I am not a child!"

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 31st

Free For All - Costumes

David Collins x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, forced oral (m recieving), gagging, masochism, asphyxiation, kind of public sex?, rough sex, vaginal sex, cream pie, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation, consentual hunter/prey dynamic, squirting, blood, Dark!David, serial killer/murder and alcohol mentions, tiny bit of knife play, touch of mirror/reflection sex

Notes: Happy Halloween everyone! Here's an extra long fic to celebrate! This is an idea I've been playing around with for a while, and finally found a good time to finish it. Thank you for sticking around and for all the lovely comments, and please enjoy some Ghostface!David 👀

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You asked David to come to the Halloween party about a week ago. It was short notice so you didn't expect him to make an effort. You were just happy having someone to go with.

Working late at the diner meant having to meet him there later on. Luckily your friends house was in walking distance. Unfortunately you were unprepared costume-wise, reusing last years Ouija dress, with some fishnets and boots. You liked how the dress hugged your figure, even if it was a bit too short.

You pull on it absentmindedly entering the house party. Cry Little Sister from The Lost Boys blasting on the speaker system as you walk in, grateful your friend has good taste in music.

Quickly scanning the room, you look for David, but to no avail. You decide to walk to the kitchen area to make yourself known, and grab a drink in the meantime. The only thing left seems to be half drunk bottles of Jäger, but it's better than nothing, so you fill up a red cup with a shot or two.

"So, what's your favourite scary movie?", a voice comes from behind you, inflecting the word 'your' like he's been asking every single person around the room their film preferences.

You recognise that American drawl anywhere. It's David. You smile and turn around.

"Well, the obvious would be Scr-"

You stop your sentence dead in its tracks when you realise what David is wearing. It's a full Ghostface set up. Glittery cloak and everything. He has went all out. David tilts his masked head towards you, inquisitively, waiting for an answer. The grip on your cup accidently makes it snap in half, liquid seeping out of the cracked sides onto the floor, but you're too gobsmacked to care.

You try and stutter out a sentence, until David stops you.

"I wanted to make an effort, and I know Scream is your favourite. I watched it for the first time when I noticed your posters and shirts."

You're flattered, noticing David actually paid attention to your taste in media, but you're still too stunned to speak, imagination in overdrive. David takes the drink away, putting it down on the table. His gloved hands linger on yours, slowly trailing up your arm. Butterflies start forming in your stomach at his touch as he starts trailing his hands down your back.

"I like the dress", his voice is muffled by the mask, but you're still able to pick up on the lust in his tone, hearing every breath he takes.

His hand hovers around the hem of your dress, before squeezing your ass. You and David have always been a bit flirty with each other since he arrived in town, but neither of you actually acted on your desires. You had a feeling this would change tonight.

"But... I think it would look better on your friends bedroom floor". You can somehow hear him smirk as he slowly inflects the sentence, making sure each syllable makes you shiver.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, but... you're keeping yours on", you place your palm on his chest, tugging the cloak gently towards you.

David hesitates slightly, "I may not be gentle".

He liked the costume too, it felt a bit like what he needed in his life; anonymity. Being able to get away with murder. It was an added bonus that you found the costume hot. Part of him thinks he could take it too far. Of course he couldn't tell you, or anyone, what he does for a living.

"Good. Safe word?", you suggest.

David thinks for a bit, trying to come up with a suitably on brand word.

"Popcorn".

You nod, it's a good word. Memorable.

"Or tap out by patting me twice, if you can't speak", he adds, thinking of every possible scenario. You appreciate that.

"I'll give you a thirty second head start", he finishes.

You're excited, a few nerves mixed in for good measure, as the adrenaline starts to kick in as you quickly exit the room, dodging people as you go.

You can't quite think straight, unsure whether to stay in the house or leave. Part of you wants to get caught so staying in the house seemed like the best option... but it was relatively small, making things a bit too easy to find you. In the heat of the moment, you decide to chance outside.

The backyard is bigger than you thought, a greenhouse and a shed blocking the way into the neighbours property.

The shed has seen better days, you didn't really fancy going inside. The greenhouse was missing a few panels but still relatively maintained and cleaned. You notice a few drawers underneath one of the wooden shelves, about waist height. It seemed perfect. Nestling yourself into the corner, you tuck the drawers in front of you.

Your legs start to cramp, it feels like a long time you've been hiding here. Maybe your spot was a bit too difficult. Suddenly you hear a crash in the shed opposite. You instinctively put your hand around your mouth to muffle any noises you might be making.

There's a pause, before you hear an object scraping across the glass of the greenhouse, coming to a stop towards the door. There's three sharp knocks against it.

"Y/N? I know you're in there."

The door opens and shuts. You cautiously decide to sneak a peak through the gap of the two shelves, when you notice him wielding a knife. He wouldn't actually use that on you... right?

You jump out of your skin when David stabs the wooden shelf above your head, the plants on top of it shaking with the impact.

"I changed my mind about your dress... I want to see it ruined and dripping red, as you scream whilst taking my cock."

David has the role down to a T, it's certainly doing things to you. Was it too far with the knife? Maybe, but you trust David and the safe word.

You hear him remove the knife as his footsteps inch towards you. He's so close you can see his boots and cape out the corner of your eye. You're done for. He hesitates a moment, looking around the room...

Until...

...He backs away towards the door.

You're confused. Did he not see you? Why did he leave? After a few moments, you slowly, quietly, try to catch your breath.

When suddenly, a glass panel smashes right next to your head.

You yelp in surprise, as you kick the drawers down to escape. Pins and needles start in your legs as the circulation slowly comes back to them. But you're too slow. David grabs your arms and drags you out of the hole, shards of glass trapped in the metal frame dig into your skin on the way out. You wince, and kick your feet as you try to escape his grip. But it's no good.

David yanks you up onto your feet and pins you against the greenhouse. He quickly draws his knife and holds it against your throat, cold metal tickling your skin. You notice what looks like blood on the blade as he does so. You furrow your eyebrows, he hasn't used it on you? Where did the blood come from? Maybe it was fake.

Your whole body aches and trembles with exhaustion, as you watch David whip his cloak to one side frantically unbuckling his jeans.

The sight of his cock with the costume and mask makes you melt. Your leg instinctively trails up the side of his, desperately wanting him inside you.

David laughs darkly watching you, before lunging towards you, digging the knife closer to your throat.

"You know, I could end your life like that, but look at you", his other hand grabs your pussy, pulling your underwear to one side as he strokes your clit.

"Horny from me throwing you around like a fucking ragdoll."

He takes his hand out of your underwear and lifts up his mask slightly, wanting to taste you. David smacks his lips as he licks his fingers clean of your wetness. You can feel more arousal flood towards your cunt watching him. You're internally screaming for him to fuck you but don't dare say anything with the knife centimeters away from your neck. Even swallowing would be dangerous.

David secures his mask, before pushing down on your shoulders, guiding you to kneel down on the floor. Mud and glass dig into your knees as you look up at him, your tongue starting to swirl around his cock. Before you start to take him fully into your mouth, taking whatever doesn't fit into your hand and thrusting.

David watches you, heavy breathing coming from his mask. He grabs hold of the greenhouse for stability, swearing under his breath. He fucks into your mouth, grabbing hold of your hair, testing your gag reflex as he forces you further down. You pull back and splutter, gasping for breath.

Effortlessly, David pulls you up. He rips a hole in your fishnets and removes your underwear with his knife, slicing the sides off your hips. He grabs and throws the material on the floor before turning you around to face away from him. The cold of the glass presses into your cheek, as his palm pushes against the back of your head.

He wastes no time before sheething his cock inside of you, your saliva and arousal making his entrance easy. You can feel his cloak wrap around your back as he starts thrusting inside you. The greenhouse shakes with the force David is using, as you try to grip hold of it for stability. Your palms steaming up the glass.

He notices you struggling and aggressively takes your hands behind your back, securing them in a grip around your wrists. He resumes filling you up, your pussy throbbing with every harsh thrust.

His hand on your head snakes down around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look in the glass. You catch the reflection of him in the mask, choking you whilst spearing inside your cunt, which is enough to send you over the edge.

Swearing and moaning loudly, your walls clamp down around him as your orgasm hits you. Hard. Arousal soaking his cloak as your body tenses around him, toes curling inside of your boots. As you catch your breath, trying to moan through his grip on your throat, you steam up the windows. You hear yourself squirt onto the crisp autumnal leaves underneath you.

David smiles to himself, making a mental note of how you soaked his cock while dressed up as a serial killer. Maybe it would be fun admitting to you his true intentions, and seeing you writhe and squirt then. Not bothering you how many people he killed, all that cared was him inside of you.

His pace starts to falter as he chases his own release. The sound of your two bodies slapping against your wetness immediately makes you aroused again. He can feel you gasping for breath underneath his grip as he fucks you senseless. The lack of oxygen making you clench around him. His cock dragging out your release as he takes one last thrust inside you, filling you up with ropes of his cum.

His grip eases off your neck and instead wraps around your chest, forcing himself closer inside you. You feel his seed dripping out of your cunt painfully slowly, down your thighs, soaking your tights and boots. You can feel the mask resting on your head, David huffing and panting out his release. His chest rapidly rising and falling on your back.

You lazily move your head towards his, blissed out, before finding the effort to lick his mask. Starting at the mouth, then up towards his eyes. You feel every bump of the shape as your saliva coats the white plastic.

"Fuck...", David moans watching you.

He's proud of himself for bringing out the feral freak inside of you, deciding he isn't done with you yet. He was going to have a lot of fun with you.

[kairiscorner]

PLSS DO ONE WHERE READER INTRODUCES MIGUEL TO KPOP LIKEEE this man definitely has loona on his workout playlist 💯💯💯🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

HELLO !! ok disclaimer: i'm not really that well-versed in kpop, so i had to ask help from my friends and kinda combined theirs and my opinions together, so sorry if it's jumbled and ooc, i tried :')))

introducing him to kpop – miguel o'hara x reader headcanons and blurbs

"what am i listening to?" he asked you as he looked at you with a perplexed expression as he listened to the beginning of the song russian roulette by red velvet. he didn't take the headphones off, but he didn't fully comprehend what exactly he was listening to. "it's k-pop." "ok, and why does it sound like a cotton candy fever dream?" he asked you as you chuckled aloud, knowing what the lyrics really meant. "it... it's part of the appeal." you said as miguel sighed and sat back as he listened to the song. you swore he swayed his head a little as he listened to the song; and you might've, sort've caught him on camera doing it.

miguel only agreed to listen to kpop because you wouldn't stop bugging him about it, like you and lyla keep streaming newjeans songs (FUCK YEAHHHH) and they just become an earworm for him 😭😭😭

he probably unironically likes supershy and it's his deepest, darkest secret.

why do i see him playing 'attention' while working out what, he blasts that while he's at the gym, ignoring everyone else and........ maybe hoping to get your attention (haha kairi's a shitty comedian)

the song's lyrics and melody are the only things filling his ears right now, the calls and greetings of the spider people in the gym are being tuned out by the song as miguel lifts a couple of weights. peter b walks over with mayday on his chest, the redhead babbling and trying to call for her 'tio miguel' as her father keeps rambling to him about his dad bod and proposing an idea to make a playpen for the spider babies when the spider parents aren't around; but miguel can't even hear either of them--he's too engrossed in the song and hoping that he'd not only go away, but that somebody's attention would be captured from his exercising. hopefully.

when 'paint the town' comes on his playlist while working out HE GETS IN THE ZONE; NOBODY CAN RIP HIM AWAY FROM HIS WEIGHTS

the only reason he likes boy with luv is because of how cute you are when you sing along to it :>

imagine him listening to life goes on while looking back at memories of him and gabriella (•‿•)

he can't stop the tears from falling; he knows it's a kpop song sung by really flashy guys who many people all over the world adore, that it usually wouldn't be something to bring him to tears, but... the message is conflicting with his emotions.

as he watches his daughter come back to life through the videos and photos they had together, though the stinging feeling that she's gone–that he can never hold her nor speak to her again, and can only see her in his dreams–won't leave him alone. the song's lyrics, after he understood the translation of it, made him feel a little achy, but it also helped him feel a little relieved, in a way?

"life goes on..." he read the title aloud as he tasted the salty tears rolling down to his lips as he blinked them back, seeing the distorted image of his daughter as he watched the video of the two of them at a soccer field after her big win. even without her, miguel still lived; life... went on.

though he couldn't understand why he lived when his daughter should've been given a full life ahead of her, he lived. and because he lived, his life will go on, with or without her–but he refuses to live another day without thinking of her his beloved daughter, and... apologizing for being the reason her life didn't continue, her life couldn't go on because his did.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @arachnoia @meeom @ophanimgold @melovetitties @popeheywardssecretgf

[unflded]

    • ° .   *   ࿐  blasting  SEX  ON  FIRE  by  KINGS  OF  LEON  through  their  airpods  is   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐘  .  oh  ,  you  don’t  know  them ? they’re  the  twenty6   year  old  MUSICIAN  who  just  went  viral  for the headline :  TROUBLED  SONGSTER  CAUGHT  SULKING  BEHIND  THE  SCENES  WITH  ON-AND-OFF  EX  AT  THEIR  GO  -  TO  DINNER  SPOT  —  WHEN  WILL  THEY  LEARN  HE  CAN’T  BE  TRUSTED  ?   .  yup  ,  the  one  that  drives  a  FERRARI  348  TS  .  i  hear  they’re  pretty  VISIONARY  ,  but  others  have  claimed  that  they’re  quite  MOROSE  .  that  makes  sense  ,  considering  they’re  often  labeled  as  the  black  hole   .

* 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 .

full name: stefan healey. nickname(s): stef, steffy, stefano. age: twenty6. gender: cis man. sexuality: tbd. zodiac: gemini. occupation: musician— guitarist + singer/songwriter. career claim: role model <3

* 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 .

he   grew   up   in   rural   appalachia,   a   west   virginia   town   with   a   single   school   for   the   entire   small   sleepy   grove   of   300.   father   a   logger,   mother   a   tailor,   the   youngest   of   4   in   a   family   torn   apart   by   tumultuous   unpredictability.   their   town   didn’t   get   internet   until   stefan   was   about   9,   before   which   he   would   read   every   book   available   in   the   town’s   run   -   down   library.   once   they   got   their   first   touch   of   the   outside   world,   the   boy,   born   into   poverty   yet   knowing   there   is   more   available,   became   obsessed   with   the   potential   he   knew   he   possessed   that   would   guide   him   out   of   the   mountain   range   and   into   the   light. stefan   became   obsessed   with   music,   teaching   himself   to   play   guitar   and   getting   his   hands   on   any   old   records   he   could   in   order   to   practice.   his   dad’s   old   guitar,   gone   untouched   for   years   as   he   now   preferred   to   wind   down   by   drinking   himself   blind,   became   stefan’s   best   friend—   and   the   internet,   to   which   he’d   post   videos   of   himself   playing   any   and   everything,   became   his   biggest   fan.   he   shunned   the   real   world,   obsessing   over   posting   daily,   knowing   mastery   of   the   thing   he   loves   most   would   be   his   best   ticket   out   of   a   life   where   he’d   be   relegated   to   chopping   trees   or   mining   for   the   rest   of   his   life. he’s   discovered   online   and   sent   an   email   by   a   talent   scout   for   a   boarding   school   in   new   york   for   the   arts   and   he   doesn’t   think   twice   before   stealing   his   brother’s   bike   to   make   the   miles-long   trek   out   to   the   nearest   bus   station,   guitar   case   on   his   back   and   stolen   cash   in   his   pocket.   his   audition   changes   his   life,   and   by   the   age   of   14,   it’s   the   last   his   west   virginia   town   sees   of   him.    new   york   is   not   kind,   but   stefan   is   relentless   in   his   pursuit   of   greatness,   and   spends   sleepless   nights   obsessing   over   becoming   the   best.   of   his   class,   of   his   grade,   of   his   craft   altogether.   he   gets   signed   to   a   to   go   touring   as   a   guitarist   for   major   pop   stars   by   the   age   of   17,   and   by   his   19th   birthday,   he   has   taken   to   singing   to   release   his   first   album   as   a   solo   artist.   his   success   takes   off   overnight,   offering   with   it   an   escape   for   the   backwoods   boy   to   leave   behind   the   life   that   nearly   trapped   him   in   mediocrity.

* 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

 stefan,   brooding,   sulking,   yet   sharp   -   eyed   and   singular   in   his   focus,   has   an   incurable   case   of   being   insatiable   at   heart,   that   taints   everything   he   does.   through   everything,   a   shadow   is   cast   as   he   wonders   to   himself   if   he   can   do   more,   if   he   can   get   more   out   of   it,   if   he   can   push   further.   alive   once   and   believing   this   is   his   only   lifetime   to   do   so,   he   ruins   more   than   he   starts   through   his   fear   of   missing   out.   though   he   carries   himself   with   a   cat   -   like   air   of   non   -   chalance,   there’s   a   visible   shadow   he   casts   wherever   he   touches,   someone   who   can’t   ever   get   enough   of   the   life   he   lives   and   makes   it   very   clear   that   he   would   sooner   let   things   implode   than   tie   himself   to   something   half   -   tried.   blunt,   cantankerous,   yet   never   willing   to   commit   to   a   full   fight,   stefan   picks   at   holes   in   armor   and   logic   until   he’s   unraveled   the   whole   thing.   he’s   self   -   aware   and   painfully   straightforward   about   what   awaits   anyone   who   seeks   entering   his   circle,   perhaps   somewhat   refreshingly   negative   in   a   world   of   insincerity   that   surrounds   the   glitz   and   glam.

* 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

former bandmates: on-and-off exes: people he records guitar for: muses for his music: close friends: 1-3 inner circle: friends from music school in NYC:

[ifyouretooshysblog]

I rewatched Magic Mike earlier and it led to this…I’m feral.

18+ NSFW! Steddie x Reader thot below

Imagine this… modern Eddie and Steve are Magic Mike style male strippers at a club in Indianapolis. They do the provocative dances on stage and sometimes even dress in costumes. They also do private dances for the right price. Sometimes they do solo work of course, but more often than not they end up performing together.

You had just gone through a really tough break up, so your friends decided to drag you out of bed to have a night out on the town. After bar-hopping for a couple hours you guys ended up at a strip club. It is a pretty diverse club; there are male and female performers of all different sizes and many sexualities seem to be explored. You are pretty tipsy at this point and are having a blast just talking to your friends and looking at the bright lights and half naked bodies in the room.

All of a sudden you could hear the faint sound of police sirens and the lights in the club turn red and blue. At first you are confused and are about to make a run for it thinking that the cops were actually there, when all of a sudden you see a couple of men chasing each other. They make their way up to the main stage where you get a better view. The man being chased has a full head of long, curly, dark hair. He is wearing a leather jacket and a black t-shirt. You blush as you look down and realize that he’s only wearing black boxers on his lower half. His pale legs are littered with a few tattoos, but unfortunately you aren’t close enough to tell what they are. Your eyes look over to the man chasing him and he is equally as hot, but in a different way. He is in a dark blue (and obviously fake) police officer uniform. His brown hair looks soft and like he had just spent the last hour in the back room styling it. The final touches to his costume were a pair of sunglasses and a stick-on handlebar mustache.

As they ran onto the stage, the “cop” eventually catches up to the “crook” and tackles him to the ground, taking his leather jacket off of him in the process. The cop climbs on top of the others back, using some flimsy handcuffs to restrain him. He pulls the man up by his hair gently so that he is on his knees in front of the audience. The cop scolds him for being such a bad boy and then rips his shirt off. The crowd goes wild for it and so do you. The man being scolded only scoffs and reaches up to rip the other man’s fake mustache off of his face. It was such a hilarious act that you couldn’t help but laugh harder than you have in a long time. Music starts playing and they begin dancing. The dance between them is sensual, aggressive, and honestly enchanting. You know that they have taken on the role of enemies for the performance, but you can also tell that that’s all it is to them: a performance. Even from the point when they first came on stage they treated each other with so much hidden respect and care and it continued on through their whole time on stage.

After they were done with their set you stood up and cheered as loud as you could. One of your friends offered to go give them the money as they were coming off of the stage and you gave her plenty to give to them for their part in your sexual awakening. She returned with a smirk on her face, which you should’ve known better to brush off. About ten minutes later one of the security members comes up to you to escort you into one of the rooms for a private dance. You look at your friend in shock and she tells you to have fun. And have fun you did.

You sat on the couch in the room for a couple minutes by yourself. You didn’t know for sure if either of the two men you had been drooling over earlier were going to be the ones giving you the private dance, but you hoped so. The noise of the music in the club becoming slightly more audible turned your attention to the door. Both of the men from earlier were now in the room with you. Suddenly you felt shy. Both of them only had tight boxers on that left very little to the imagination.

They decided to give you some space at first by standing in the middle of the room. You took the opportunity to admire both of their bodies as they stood in silence for a moment. Finally, the one with chest hair that narrowed all the way down to his naval spoke up.

“Hey pretty girl, we heard you were a big fan of our show out there.”

You blushed and looked into his eyes. “Of course…You guys are just so…” You tried to find the words to describe them.

“Sexy? Hot? Mesmerizing?” The other man asked bashfully taking a step towards you.

“All of the above.” You agreed.

They shared a look and a smirk that told you that the next fifteen minutes was going to feel like five hours.

“Well as much as me and Kas here would love to keep hearing your sexy voice, we are on a time restraint. Now usually touching isn’t allowed on your end, but I don’t think we have enough self control to stop a pretty little thing like you from touching us.”

The man he referred to as Kas went over to a speaker and hit play causing some soft, sultry music to play from it before they both came close to you.

“One more question and my lips are sealed.” You spoke looking up at the two men. They both raised their eyebrows waiting for your burning question.

“Is your name really Kas?” You asked the dark-haired one.

He let out a deep chuckle before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours. You stared deep into his eyes waiting for his answer with anticipation.

“I’m afraid not sweetheart, it’s just my stripper name. Don’t worry though. If you’re good for us maybe you’ll find out what my name really is.”

All that you could do was nod. A silent agreement that you’d do anything to be good for them. That was their cue to begin. At first you let them just run their hands against your skin. Both of them were so close that you could feel their breath on your body and you couldn’t help but clench your legs. The way they were touching you was just so erotic. The cop didn’t seem to like that though, because soon after he pulled your legs apart and slowly started grinding his hips into yours. Kas was by your side on the couch, lightly rubbing your shoulders and watching intently. You could feel them both start to harden against you and at that point you couldn’t help but break the no touching rule. One arm wrapped around the man on top of you, pulling him closer and needing to feel him on top of you. The other hand lightly grabbed onto the hair of the man that was now softly kissing your neck. The rest of the time consisted of all three of you exploring each others bodies instead of dancing. Nothing went past grinding, light touches, and soft moans. It made you even needier when you were pulled out of your trance by a whisper in your ear.

“Time’s up sweetheart.”

As the timer went off on the clock in the room, both men removed themselves from the couch. You looked up at them with doe-eyes as they got ready to leave.

“Don’t look at me like that honey, I’m trying to get rid of this!” The man with silky hair said, pointing down at his very big and very visible erection.

You laughed softly before getting up from the couch.

“Thank you guys. I really needed this tonight.”

“It’s our pleasure, really. Oh before we go, here’s this.” Kas said before handing you a napkin, most likely from the bar in the club.

They both hastily gave you kisses on the cheek before exiting the room as quickly as they came. You were disappointed to see them go, but it didn’t last long as you looked down and read the napkin.

If you ever need anyone to get in trouble with

XXX-XXX-XXXX Eddie

If you ever need someone to come bail you out

XXX-XXX-XXXX Steve

You shoved the napkin in your pocket and chuckled to yourself. These boys were going to be a lot of trouble, but maybe they’re exactly what you need.

Okay…I’m going to bed now 😂 Hope you enjoyed!

[yohohonabottle]

When the big fish is away, the smaller meaner ones come out to play.

🖋️ When pirates were rampant in the Whispers' early days, the sirens fed on the sunken ships, the remains of drowned and the seawolves themselves. This continued while the gang fought against the Dead Tide and Water Wights, resulting in more bodies. Merfolk became like their carnivorous scavenger cousins due to waters getting increasingly polluted and plants/fish are full of trash. With the wars over and no more bodies, the smaller, meaner fish turned to hunting.

🎧 Song recommendation: -> Elogia cinerosa // slowed + reverb

Rain pelts down on the streets and piers of Rustport, thunder rumbling and booming. Peaceful quiet and light misty fog. ..And then a clear mesmerizing voice slithers in.

A homeless man from the slums goes missing.

Then some thugs.

Then a child.

The voice slowly gets joined by more and more. Until it grows to a hypnotic choir, flowing through the streets. Fishermen and women disappear.

Like rats from the story of the Piper, the people trickle down to the docks, lower district piers and out the gates, to the shores. Wrapped up in the gentle melody, lulled into deep slumber. None see the danger they walk into or the jaws waiting behind the angelic song. It doesn't matter who you are-- From the Whispers or the Wights, young or old, rich, poor, with a family or without, orphan or not, man or woman. The same fate comes regardless. A watery grave.

The Golden Guest was shut under tight lock-down as soon the innkeeper caught onto what's happening. No guest could get out, those unlucky to not make it inside getting swept into the lullaby.

The Carmine Whispers' leader didn't need to be told that something is wrong. The muffled, faintly buzzing music from outside the manor's window is enough, all too familiar. The haunting calls of those sea-banshees, plague her nightmares still to this day, next to watching her sister fall into the waters to her death. Nara...she was always so fascinated by those devils. Almost died to their songs when they were children living on the streets.

"I want to see them, Sonja! Please big sister! Their songs are so cool!"- Sonja shuts down the memory. 

No. Rustport is under siege, the sirens must be stopped. Before more people die.

Meanwhile on the other side, nestled in the tropical forest out of town--Brineville suffers. As if those blasted Water Wights robbing them isn't enough. Now this!

Would it have been different if Tritonus was still alive? Would the god of the waves been able to help? --Sinbad has no time to dwell on such questions, busy dashing back and forth to warn or shepherd his people to safety. Two families have already went back home and locked themselves up. Lucy was scared but put on a brave face, Blanca wasn't difficult to convince- Both widows heeding his warnings on the condition he promises to stay safe. Tasha was a different story, digging her heels in the dirt like a stubborn mule and refusing to go down without a fight. Even less leave him to fend off those banshees alone.

In the end, the son had no other choice but to grab her under the arms, hauling his thrashing angry foster mam to her house. He's always found her spitfire spirit both awe-inspiring, and irritating. Her defiant unwillingness to relent reckless. I really don't wanna do this. 

But Tash's safety comes first, like all the others'. If a bit of roughhousing means she lives-- Then be it.

—"Lock up, and don't come out. No matter what, stay inside until the singing stops." -The scruff man gives his mother a stern look after pushing her inside. No arguments, no negotiations.

Tasha glares back in angered determination as she gets to her feet, waving a fist at him. Scared for her kid.

—"Kiddo, I'm not letting you fight those sea-devils alone! I'll kick them to the hell they crawled out from, you hear? No way I'm gonna sit here and watch my boy die!" The cannon shots from the Century Forge sound in the distance, the workshop's engineer firing at the 'dames' to drive them away. Disrupt their hypnotic singing.

Unable to look the widow in the eye anymore, with a sigh Sinbad slams the door of the house and locks it up from the outside swiftly.

"Sinbad! Hey! Let me out!" Ignores the frantic banging on the other side, the woman's voice going from rough with anger to shaky. "Sinbad!" I'm sorry, mama. I can't let you stay outside. For your own sake. The banging persists, as Death's choir sings the soothing lullaby.

A sonorous, serene voice drifts, his worries... slowly melting away, tenderly swept by a wave. The orphan forces his legs to keep walking forward, towards the forge. The town. Tell Hugin, Sonja, brainstorm a plan to stop this. The melody settles into his mind, flows into his subconscious, seeps into his very bones.

It's getting harder to stay on-track and ignore the waves' call. Stay away from the water..

Where was I going...? The adrenaline is gone, only peaceful calm. No need to hurry or fuss over tomorrow. It'll be alright. The village is okay, no more raids. Why keep chasing after money? They're not needed anymore so much. No need to be a one-man army anymore.

Peace. Finally.

Why not stop for a little, listen to the beautiful music? Go for a swim? The waters are so clear tonight.. It's been so long since I last raced with my old man....

Yes, a swim would be nice.

The grainy, wet, sand softly crunches under his boots and tidal waves wash over the leather.

A tranquil smile plays on the Seaside savant's rugged features, sauntering closer to the cold water--Unperturbed by the hum of thunder overhead. The downpour soaking his hair and tattered clothes, or the boom of cannon-fire so very distant. Curiously follows the tug instead, wading deeper into the sea until it's to his waist, to his chest.. to his neck.

Come to me

Taking a deep breath, Sinbad dives into the depths.