#the top middle gif i’m OBSESSED with tho

[hey-august]

Stumbled across your work and I’m OBSESSED!!! I was wondering if you could do a prompt where it’s a mix of 18 where buggy’s jealous of one of the crew mates or someone random flirting with his partner (gn if you can) and his partner is kinda unaware? Buggy then takes his partner away from the situation, maybe throwing them over his shoulder. When they’re in private, things start to get steamy and he keeps talking about how his partner is his and only his etc. his partner realizes finally and acts a bit bratty, resulting in 4 where he says “I’m gonna fucking ruin you” and then proceeds to screw their brains out? I got mega buggy brain rot lmaooo no rush tho!

Thanks anon!! I had to restart this like 3 times and then it got waaay out of hand. I hope you enjoy!

Prompts: “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” “I’m going to fucking ruin you." Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, oral m receiving, penetrative sex, some degradation, jealous buggy doesn't know how to deal with his feelings except through possessive sex Word count: ~1.3k

Your cheery laugh echoed in Buggy’s head, bouncing in the tunnel that narrowed his vision. He could only focus on the things he didn’t want to see. The hand pressed against the small of your back. A touch that moved upwards to stop on your shoulder. A squeeze. The thumb rubbing against your bare skin. The charming smile you reciprocated with your own sweet smile. Not the faux polite grin you use to deflect unwanted attention, but a glowing smile. Genuine. Innocent.  

When you returned from running errands, Buggy expected you to come back with purchases. He didn’t expect you to come back with a leech who looked like they wanted nothing more than to put their filthy fucking lips on you. Buggy knew better than anyone how you taste and feel against his mouth and he easily recognized that hunger reflected in the unwelcome visitor’s shit-colored eyes. 

“Buggy, that was rude!” you exclaimed as you were dragged below deck, leaving the guest behind. 

Hearing you explain how they were “so nice” to help you carry everything was the spark that lit the embers sitting in his stomach. In a flurry of activity, Buggy quickly dispersed the items you bought to his crew to deal with, and pulled you out of the lech’s hands. Behind your back, the pirate also dismissed the slimeball with a floating middle finger.

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine,” Buggy muttered. 

You struggled with being both pushed and pulled by the arm hooked around your back. Tripping over your own feet, you stumbled into your guide, who hoisted you up and kept marching through the ship without breaking pace.

“He was just helping me! That damn rum you like was heavy, Buggy. I couldn’t carry it all by myself.” Your explanation was breathy from the exasperation ballooning in your chest and from being handled like a sack of potatoes. “I even got fried dough for us to share,” you quietly said to yourself.

The excitement from earlier had dimmed, clouded by the fog in your head. Maybe you could’ve carried everything, but you were afraid of breaking the glass bottles. Plus, you could hardly see around the box. Not only was it helpful to have someone carry the extra bags, they also helped keep you steady and the expensive drinks safe. What was so wrong with that?

The thoughts were jostled out of place when Buggy dropped you onto a soft surface - the bed you two shared. Hands nudged you to move as he crawled on top to join you and began pressing kisses all over your face. Across your cheeks, your nose, your lips, then moving down your neck. The attention was overwhelming. Intoxicating. He always had that effect on you. 

You tried to halt the onslaught, but failed. Pulling back didn’t work, since he was already maneuvering you into place on the bed. Placing hands on him didn’t do anything except add to the dizziness in your head. You could feel the heat emanating off his body, the flex of muscles as he advanced, the need he had, a need only you could alleviate.

“Bug- what are-” Anything you tried to say was interrupted by your own heavy breathing or his lips pressed to yours.

“-missed you. Don’t like it when you’re not with me,” Buggy whined against you. The taste of his desperation poured down your throat, burning like gasoline down to your heated core.

Running out of exposed skin to touch, Buggy moved quickly to undress you. A favor you returned, spurred on by his desire. You wasted no time in revealing a part of him that was begging for attention - red-faced and weeping for your touch. 

The mattress sank slightly as Buggy kneeled upright and the uneven terrain pitched you closer to his throbbing member. You swiped your tongue along the slick precum smeared on the head of his cock, earning a satisfied groan from the pirate. He rested a hand on your head and followed your pace, dragging his hot firm length along your sensitive lips and swirling tongue.

“Fuuuck, this mouth was made for me.” “You’re doing s-so good. So good for me.” “Let me hear those sounds.” “What a dirty fucking mouth you have and it’s all f-fucking mine.”

Filth poured from Buggy in between grunts of pleasure. Just like his mouth, his hands couldn’t stop moving - running through your hair, caressing your cheeks, thumbing your bottom lip - each movement following a trail of lust. Your indulgent moans were getting breathier, closer to gasps for oxygen. Buggy pulled back, providing respite for you to catch your breath. He smeared the drool from the corner of your puffy lips, prompting you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue for more.

“You’re so fucking needy… You like the taste of my fat cock? Does it make you feel good to suck me off?” A finger under your chin tilted your face upwards.

“Ah-hah,” you responded, with a slight nod.

“And you’re all mine, right? I make you feel good because you belong to me…say it.” Buggy grabbed your jaw and held you in place, his eyes locked on yours. The fire lighting his eyes was different than usual. There were the flames of lust and desire, but also something hotter and more dangerous. 

“A-are you jealous?” You stayed in his grasp and questioned his hold. A question that caused the inferno in his body to surge. A question answered by the grip on your jaw increasing. You pulled away. “Seriously? Buggy, nothing happened. I can’t believe you’re so worked up about it.” Although you were trying to douse the flames, the dismissive tone dripping from your voice had the opposite effect. 

Buggy followed your retreat. His hardened gaze, still locked onto you, pushed you back until you were laying against the pillows at the head of the bed. 

“I don’t like people touching my things.” The repeated sentiment was emphasized by his hands groping your thighs and pressing your legs apart. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Buggy spat on the head of his heavy erection and lined it up with your entrance. His chest heaved with the ravenous need threatening to explode. Once more, his eyes seeked out yours with a look overcome with passion, jealousy, and the smallest ember of fear.

“I’m all yours,” you whispered. 

The assurance, which carried just above his restrained huffs, was all he needed to follow through on his promise. Slamming into you, Buggy began fucking with a brutal and relentless tempo. A pace your body accepted as his cock fit perfectly into you. His hips pistoned into yours, powered by heat and steam and following the tracks to a rapidly approaching destination. A lone hand slipped between your bodies, the fingers playing your body just as they know how.

“S-say my name.” Buggy’s hot breath was on your neck as he rested his head next to yours. Unable to keep himself upright, he succumbed to the weight of his yearning.

“Buggy, please…wanna -aahh- wanna come,” you whined, pressing your face against his head and hair.

“Keep going…” The tightness in his throat constricted the words into a delicious whine.

You repeated his name, first panting it into his ear, before crying out louder and stuttering as your coil twisted and strained before snapping. Falling apart under the pirate, you tried to keep speaking, but the incoherent babbling was silenced with a heavy kiss. 

Buggy pushed himself up, taking a moment to drink in your blissful sweat-coated body writhing under him. The remnants of your orgasm had you squeezing against his cock, drawing him closer to the edge. Feeling himself tip over the precipice, Buggy pulled out and jerked his slick cock above you. 

A strangled groan accompanied his release. Hot cum fell on your stomach, with a few spurts reaching your chest. Buggy pumped until you were covered in him. The last few dribbles that clung tight to his aching head were rubbed onto your thigh. He wanted to be sure that you were decorated with every drop. That there was no question who you belonged to.

(prompt list)

[deobienthusiast]

@notthatsamkim BIA AND I SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOMINNIE!!!

HAPPY BOMIN DAY! • 000824

[fics-n-stuff]

Booze, Bruises and Town Curses

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda × Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Simon and Y/N have a lifelong friendship and a persistent habit of making out while intoxicated, which definitely doesn't mean anything at all. One night after working the late shift they get to talking about their futures in Shadyside and the curse that hangs over the town, which might lead to other conversations and discoveries.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol use (underage), cigarette smoking (also underage), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of a loved one in prison

A/N: I binged the Fear Street trilogy on Halloween and have been obsessed with Simon ever since, so I wrote this. It's entirely separate from the plot of the movie, but I'm thinking of maybe turning this into a little series that does coincide with the movies (Simon lives AU tho because his death broke my heart) so if anyone thinks they'd want to see that then leave a reply and let me know ✌🏽💕

“Sup!” You exclaimed, jumping up to sit on the checkout counter that Simon stood behind. It was five minutes to closing so the grocery store was practically empty, and Simon was one of three employees still working.

“Oh goody, it’s Y/N.” Simon replied jokingly.

“You better be happy to see me, I’m your ride home.” You scoffed, pulling a cigarette out of your pocket. You placed it between your lips and snatched one of the lighters out of the stand on the checkout desk to light it with.

“Some day I’m gonna make you actually buy the lighter.” Simon muttered, not bothering to look up from organising the till. You laughed, which made you cough, and he looked at you then. “You should really quit, you have asthma.”

“What can I say, man?” You wheezed, hitting your chest a few times. “Just can’t kick it.”

“You haven’t tried."

“Don’t preach to me like you don’t have your vices.” You rebutted. That shut him up. You looked back over your shoulder at the middle-aged man at the checkout a few over doing a late night grocery run, taking another long drag of your cigarette.

“Holy shit, did I do that?” Simon asked, and you turned back to him with a curious hum. You saw that his eyes were transfixed on the mess of purple bruises on the side of your neck which you had discovered in the mirror that morning.

“Oh, yeah, guess so.” You chuckled, your hand subconsciously moving up to rub over the hickeys. “I don’t really remember it either.”

Both you and Simon had been far from sober when he had left those hickeys on you, having attended a party the night before. It was a pretty common occurrence for the two of you to make out while drunk or high (or both at the same time), but it wasn’t very often that one of you left so much evidence behind. You just knew that Kate and Deena would mock you relentlessly when they next saw you.

As far as you were concerned, it was normal for close friends to make out while intoxicated. Simon and Kate had hooked up multiple times before – and that was further than you ever went with Simon – and they were just friends, but she and Deena were constantly trying to get you to admit that what you and Simon were doing was more than that. It wasn’t. There was nothing between you when you were sober.

You stayed in silence for a few minutes, Simon counting up the money in the register and clearing up the checkout while you smoked your cigarette, before the other two employees called out to let Simon know that they were leaving and it was just you two alone in the store.

“Do you need any groceries before I lock up?” Simon asked, his voice seeming to echo in the silence.

“Mom wrote a little list.” You replied, pulling a crumpled scrap of paper from your pocket and smoothing it out between your fingers. At the same time, Simon grabbed the ash tray that was kept under the desk and held it up for you to drop your cigarette butt into.

“Alright, let’s go shopping.” He smiled, grabbing a basket from the top of the stack on the end of the checkout and grabbing your hand to pull you down from the counter.

Simon had been using his employee discount for your family’s groceries as well as his own for almost two years now. In exchange, you fixed his family’s junker of a car – and anything else they might need fixing – for free, having started your job at a mechanic and electronics repair store the same month he had started at the grocery store. It seemed an appropriate arrangement for two people who had known each other their whole lives and were supporting their families almost singlehandedly.

“Do you think we get high too often?” You asked as the two of you strolled through the isles collecting the items on your shopping list.

“Nah.” He shrugged, waving his hand dismissively. “We still get to school fine, get to work fine, why shouldn’t we have some fun? Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to turn out like my dad. Or my mom, for that matter.”

“Yeah, well, none of us want to become our parents.”

“I’m serious, Simon.” You frowned, halting in your step. “All the drinking and the drugs, it’s fun for now but what if it doesn’t stay that way? What if one day it stops being for fun and we end up just like all the other junkies and alcoholics in this town? I don’t want to become that.”

“Then you won’t.” Simon replied softly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to be drunk or high to have fun, I promise you’re plenty fun without it. I know you, you won’t let that happen to yourself.”

“And what about you?”

“You won’t let that happen to me either.” He smiled. “You always take care of me, right? Come on, let’s ring this up and get out of here. I’ll grab you a pack of smokes too.”

“I thought you wanted me to quit.” You laughed lightly.

“Eh, not my place to tell you what to do.” Simon shrugged exaggeratedly, and draped an arm over your shoulders as you both started walking again.

You picked up the last few things from your list and headed back to the checkout, Simon grabbing you a pack of cigarettes before ringing it all up. You handed him your card to pay and bagged up the groceries.

“Give me ten minutes to lock up and I’ll meet you at the car.” He said, helping you bag the last of your groceries and grabbing the keys from behind the counter. You hummed in affirmation and grabbed the bags. You had parked your car right in front of the entrance to the store, so you didn’t have to go far, and you loaded the bags into the trunk and hopped into the driver’s seat to wait for Simon.

Your thoughts drifted as you stared out of the window. You thought about what Simon said about you not letting yourself become like your parents, but you knew that wasn’t how it worked. Neither of them ever intended to end up how they were.

Subconsciously, your fingers traced lightly over the hickeys on your neck. You had your reasons to keep drinking, to keep taking drugs, and was it really so wrong if Simon was one of them? You didn’t have many other friends, many other people that you cared about and that cared about you. The only relationship you had ever been in was in middle school and you hardly even counted that as a relationship. What you had with Simon felt special somehow, but it couldn’t continue if you gave up drugs and alcohol. There was nothing between you when you were sober.

“Alright, let’s go.” Simon’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he opened the door and swung into the passenger seat. You smiled and started your engine, Ace of Base blasting from the radio as the car came to life.

The drive to Simon’s house from the grocery store was about fifteen minutes, and the two of you spent it singing along to the radio. The roads were pretty empty with how late it was, and the drive felt rather peaceful.

“Have you got a minute to come in and take a look at our radio?” Simon asked as you turned the corner onto his street. “It broke a couple days ago.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, parking outside his house. “I’ll grab my tools and see what I can do.”

You hopped out of the car and grabbed the toolkit that you kept in the trunk, following Simon up the path to his house. When he opened the front door you were hit with a wall of noise as his little brother and sister ran around the living room.

“Y/N's here!” Simon called as the two of you shuffled inside.

“Hi, Y/N!” His mom shouted from somewhere upstairs.

“Hey, Mrs Kalivoda!” You called back.

“Alright, you two get lost while Y/N tries to fix the radio. Why are you even still up anyway? Go to bed.” Simon told his little siblings, shooing them away. They quickly said hi to you before running off upstairs.

“So what’s wrong with it then?” You asked Simon, setting your tools down and gesturing to the boombox radio on the coffee table.

“Timothy dropped it. The cassette player stopped working and I think one of the speakers is busted.” He explained. You sighed.

“Of course Timothy dropped it. Where is he anyway?”

“He got a job delivering pizzas a couple nights a week now that he has his licence. Do you want anything?��� He asked as he headed into the kitchen. You declined the offer and started unpacking some tools, sitting down cross-legged on the floor with the radio in your lap.

When Simon returned he had a can of soda in his hand and was no longer wearing a shirt. You rolled your eyes.

“You just couldn’t wait to strip, could you?” you asked sarcastically.

“Hey, I’m in my own home. Look away if you find me so irresistible.” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes again before turning back to the radio.

You made idle chat for a while after that, the conversation being led by Simon because you had a tendency to hold your screwdriver in your mouth rather than just putting it down. You claimed that it helped you focus. Eventually there was lull in the conversation, and the atmosphere seemed to become suddenly very serious.

“What you said earlier, about turning out like your parents, is that something you’re really worried about?” He asked. You paused for a second, then set the radio down on the floor and removed the screwdriver from between your lips.

“Yeah, kinda.” You replied. “I mean, my dad has been in and out of prison my whole life, my mom’s a casual alcoholic. My family’s been in Shadyside for, what, three and a half centuries? And never made anything of themselves. What should make me believe that I’ll be the one to break the cycle?”

“Jesus, you sound like Deena.”

“You know we’re right, though. Barely anyone makes it out of Shadyside, and the few that do leave never go for good reasons. This whole place is cursed, like for real cursed.”

“So maybe it is cursed, people still manage to enjoy their lives here. Have friends, fall in love, have families that don’t fall apart.” Simon argued. “It’s not everyone but it’s some people, why not us?”

You sighed and shrugged, averting your gaze from Simon and grabbing the radio again. You were almost done fixing it, Timothy had just knocked some of the components out of place when he dropped it and it wasn’t too hard to put them back where they belonged.

You were just closing up the back of the boombox when the phone started ringing in the kitchen and Simon jumped up to answer it.

“Oh, hey Mrs Y/L/N.” You heard him say when he picked up, and you put everything down so you could stand. “Yeah, Y/N’s here, I’ll pass the phone over.” He handed the phone to you as soon as you reached him, but instead of just leaving you to talk to your mom he decided instead to tickle your sides.

“Stop it!” You scolded, wriggling away from him and swatting at his hands. “Go and put a shirt on, you animal.” He laughed at that, and you rolled your eyes as he left the kitchen and put the phone to your ear. “Hey, mom.” You greeted.

“Hi, sweetie. Listen, the gas got cut off again this afternoon so we went to grandma’s for dinner. I wanted to call you sooner but nobody picked up at the garage and I wasn’t sure where you’d be going after work. I figured when you weren’t home that you were probably at Simon’s, so I just called to tell you that we don’t have any leftovers for you tonight, honey. I’m really sorry.” Your mother explained, her speech unpausing in the way that it was when she’d had a couple of drinks.

“That’s fine, mom. I’ll just, uh... I’ll just grab something on the way home. Are the kids in bed?”

“Yeah, yeah they went up a couple hours ago.” She answered, and you felt relieved that she had probably at least waited until your little siblings were asleep to start drinking.

“Alright. Well, I’ll probably be here for a little while so call back if there’s an emergency. I’ll be home in a couple of hours maximum, okay?” You told her, and the two of you said your goodbyes.

You sighed harshly as you put the phone back onto the unit and stomped back out into the living room. You rifled through your toolbox for your pad of post-it notes and pen and angrily scribbled a note for yourself to sort out the gas bill.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked gently, now wearing a random t-shirt plucked from the laundry basket full of clothes that needed to be ironed in the corner.

“The gas got switched off, again, so now I have to figure out what mom did with her last paycheck and redo our budgeting for the month so we can have heat and the ability to cook.” You ranted, throwing the post-it notes back into the toolbox and snatching the radio back up to finish the job. “I’m probably gonna have to use my paycheck to pay the bill, which eats into our food budget and completely eradicates the emergency fund for the month, so then I’m gonna have to pick up extra shifts in case we have an unexpected expense. And then what if I find out she forgot to pay the electrical bill again? We’re gonna have to walk around with torches and candles for a month like we did last year. Jesus, if she could just-"

“Y/N, stop.” Simon said sternly, cutting off your angry rambling by grabbing your wrists. He gently moved your hands away from the radio and you realised that you had finished putting it back together and had just been wearing down the heads of the screws. “You’re gonna be okay. You always find a way to make it work.” He took the radio from you and set it on the table before sliding in a cassette tape sat nearby and pressing the on button. There was a brief fizzle before Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa started to play. “See, you made it work.”

“Fixing a boombox is a lot easier than fixing my family’s financial situation.” You muttered, standing up.

“For you, maybe. I wouldn’t have known where to start with this thing.” He chuckled. The joke failed to get rid of your frown. “Come on, look at us Y/N. I’ve been the primary breadwinner of this household for almost three years, you’ve been parenting your little siblings basically their whole lives. We figure it out, we make it work, we make the best of it.”

You sighed, leaning forward across the small amount of space between you to rest your forehead against his shoulder. His hand came up to rest on your back comfortingly, and you breathed in the smell of the laundry detergent on his shirt.

“Is that all we get? Barely scraping by and acting happy about it?”

“Maybe.” Simon replied softly. “Maybe it won’t be that bad. As long as we have each other, right? We can carve out our own little corner of happiness in Shadyside.”

“You really believe that?” You asked. He hummed in affirmation, wrapping his other arm around you and pulling you closer, prompting you to wrap your arms around him too. You took a steadying breath and embraced this moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to bring up whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. “Can I tell you something?” You started hesitantly.

“Yeah, of course.”

After a second of hesitation, you pulled away from Simon and took half a step back, your hands clasping in front of you to stop them from shaking. You couldn’t bring yourself to actually look at him – your best friend since childhood and your only lifeline when things got too hard – because you didn’t want to be able to see what he was thinking.

“I’ve been thinking lately about why I drink and do drugs and just, you know, party like we do.” You started, talking at the floor in front of Simon. “I mean, I know I have plenty of sorrows to drown or whatever, and it’s fun and all, but I had to admit to myself that I had a different reason.”

“What, is it a bad reason?” He questioned, concerned by your fidgeting and downcast gaze.

“I don’t know, I guess that’s for you to decide.” You muttered awkwardly. You didn’t notice that your hand had reached up to your neck until it was already brushing against the bruises there, and by then it was too late to act like that wasn’t what you were talking about. “What I mean to say is... well, uh, when I think about it there’s a consistent outcome most times that I get drunk or high, and maybe that outcome is one of the reasons that I keep doing it. Because if I’m not sober then it doesn’t count, and it doesn’t ruin a lifelong friendship when I make out with my best friend.” Your voice trailed off, getting quieter with each word and ending as barely more than a whisper.

Silence hung in the air for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably actually only a few seconds, then you felt Simon’s hand on your shoulder. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, and after another few seconds he took a hold of the hand that was still down by your side.

“That’s not a bad reason.” He replied. “Actually, it’s a pretty damn good one. I mean, just look how pretty I am.” The joke made you exhale sharply through your nose, but you were too uncomfortable to actually laugh. You finally forced yourself to look at Simon, and found him smiling at you. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“I was worried you might hate me.” You mumbled with a shrug.

“I would never. Nothing you do could make me hate you, especially not this. It’s you and me ‘til the end, right? Always has been, always will be.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course.” He nodded. His eyes flicked across your face and his smile shifted, the corner of his mouth turning into more of a smirk, and he moved his hand from your shoulder up towards your neck. “I don’t know your opinion, but I think these look good on you.”

You bit your bottom lip slightly, a smile tugging at your own mouth, as Simon’s fingers wrapped around the hand that you still had resting at the side of your neck and he closed the half a step of distance between you. You were practically nose to nose now, his breath tickling over your face and creating butterflies in your stomach.

“Is that something we should try while sober?” Simon asked softly, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. You nodded, your mouth suddenly very dry, and tried very hard to relax when he leaned forward across the minuscule amount of space left between you.

It was a different kind of kiss than previous times, much gentler with the lack of any substances in your bloodstreams. Simon’s hand slid up from your neck to cup your jaw, the other moving to grip your waist, while you brought your hands up to his shoulders. It felt right – it felt like what you had wanted it to feel like all of those times that you’d been intoxicated – and for that moment it was like everything else melted away into nothing and it was just you and Simon.

You were grinning when you pulled away. Simon leaned back so he could look at your face without moving away from you, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone.

“I should have done that a long time ago.” He smiled. You giggled lightly and pulled him back in, and he responded eagerly, craning his neck to deepen the kiss. And this was more like what you’d done before, fervid and urgent, just a bit less messy. It didn’t last that long though, you having to pull back for air because you’d been so focused on kissing Simon that you forgot to breathe.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have made you put a shirt on.” You joked, resting your forehead against his. It was then that you realised that the song had changed to The Power Of Love by Celine Dion, and you chuckled. “What is on this cassette?”

“It’s a mixtape that Timothy's girlfriend made for him.” Simon answered, also chuckling. “None of the songs match and most of them are cheesy love songs.”

As if on cue, the front door opened and Timothy hustled inside with a couple of pizza boxes in his hands. You and Simon let go of each other and took a step back before he saw you, and you shoved your hands into your pockets.

“Hey, you’re home.” Simon greeted.

“I can’t work all night.” Timothy smiled. “Hey, Y/N, how come you’re here so late?”

“Fixed the radio. Can I have some of that pizza?”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded. He crossed over to the stairs and called up that he was home and brought pizza before heading into the kitchen, and you followed after him.

“So what are you getting paid? Minimum wage?” You questioned, hovering at his side ready to swoop for the pizza.

“Yep.” He sighed, turning to you with a resigned smile. Then his eyebrows furrowed. “Are those hickeys?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” You answered, actually having forgotten about the bruises on your neck momentarily. “Party last night, you know how it goes.”

“Uhuh, and who was the lucky second party?”

“None of your business, twerp.” You hissed, flicking him in the forehead, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes shifted towards Simon suggestively.

You grabbed a slice of pepperoni as soon as the first box was opened, almost burning your mouth on the cheese which was still surprisingly hot. A few moments later, the two youngest siblings came careening into the kitchen to make a grab for the pizza, followed by Simon’s mom who was much calmer.

“They refused to go to sleep unless they got pizza.” She sighed. “Jesus, Y/N, what happened to your neck?”

“Simon happened, is my guess.” Timothy smirked, and you smacked him round the back of the head.

“Let’s not talk about my neck anymore, okay?” You said around your mouthful of pizza. “I’m gonna cram down a bunch of this pizza and then head home, I’m doing another double shift tomorrow.”

“Working late?” Simon asked. You shook your head.

“Starting early. I have to be at the shop in...” You looked up at the clock. “A bit less than seven hours.”

“Hey, were you guys listening to my tape?” Timothy exclaimed suddenly, rushing out to the living room. The tape had moved on and was now playing I Just Called To Say I Loved You by Stevie Wonder.

“We were checking that the radio was working.” Simon replied. “Your girlfriend kinda needs a lesson in how to put together a cohesive mixtape.”

“Simon, don’t be rude.” Mrs Kalivoda scolded, hitting him in the shoulder, and you laughed as you picked up another slice of pizza.

You had five slices in total, shoved into your mouth as fast as possible. You had been hungrier than you’d realised. When you finished, you threw your tools back into the box and headed for the door.

“Good to see you all, thanks for the pizza.” You smiled, receiving a chorus of goodbyes from Simon’s family. Simon went to the door with you and you expected him to leave you there, but then he started walking down the front walkway with you. “What are you doing?”

“Walking you to your car.” He smiled.

“Okay, why?”

“Because I want to.” He shrugged, and you breathed a laugh. You dropped your toolbox back into the trunk, and as you pushed the hatch shut you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“Ah, I see. You had ulterior motives.” You smirked, turning around to face him and leaning back against the car.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think I could do this in front of my family.” He purred, and leaned in to kiss you. It was casual and sweet, and you smiled into it.

“I could get used to this.” You said when you pulled back. Simon grinned and took a step back, glancing back towards his house to check that nobody (Timothy specifically) was watching.

You walked around to the driver’s side door, pulling a cigarette out of your pocket as you went. There was a box of matches in your glove box to light them with. You placed the cigarette between your lips and swung open the door, turning back around to say a final goodbye to Simon. To your surprise, he took a hold of the cigarette in his fingers and gently removed it from your mouth.

“Hey! I thought it wasn’t your place to tell me what I can and can’t do.” You exclaimed with a pout.

“That was before a very important development.” He replied. “If we’re gonna defy the Shadyside curse together, I can’t have you dying early of lung cancer. Also I don’t want you to taste like cigarettes.” You snorted a laugh at that, and nodded in surrender.

“I gotta go. See you Monday.”

“Nah, see you tomorrow. I’m gonna swing by the garage before work and drop you off some breakfast, I know you don’t eat when you start early.”

“Ugh, you’re the best.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

“Yeah, I know. Now go home and get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, and when you released him from the hug you could see him blushing a little. Endeared, you pressed a kiss to his slightly pinkened cheek before saying goodbye and getting into your car.

He waved as you pulled away from the curb, and you watched in the rear-view mirror as he started up the path to his door before he left your field of vision and you turned your full attention to the road ahead, a smile on your face.

[saidrolav]

🐧can I get a Stranger Things Ship if you’re still doing them with one of the older characters, Im not a minor Im turning 19 on the 28th! I also use she/her pronouns and Im straight.

(This is super chaotic ik but I opened Tumblr then I simply forgot how the English language works💕)

As far as personality, I’ve been obsessed with the Marauders since I was 11ish and made them my entire personality. I have adhd and a lot of people say Im EXACTLY like James Potter personality wise. I’ve also been in LOVE with Sirius Black forever (Remus too but mostly Sirius). I have no aesthetic really I’ll wear a super frilly pink dress and those Amazon knock offs of the Versace platform heels in hot pink one day and one of seven leather jackets and old beat up black converse the next. I’ve been a competitive figure skater for 15 years and in middle school I skated to ACDC’s Back In Black after all the rude looks from old ladies I went on to do Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Def Leppard, ZZ Top, The Rolling Stones, Queen, and more. I also live in a small town in Illinois and shot trap in HS (just in case thats where you shoot clay pigeons with a shotgun) I got Top Female 3 years in a row and did better than most of the “redneck” boys who got their egos bruised when I STILL shot better when I showed up in my prom dress THREE TIMES. I drive a cherry red Mustang and sometimes wear lipstick and press on nails to match it. I have a MESSY room and car but you best bet everything else is organized, all my notes are color coded with rainbow pens and I have a 3.75 gpa, I work on campus at my university in the DEI office and I’m the president of the Disability Awareness club all while I’m running off of iced lattes. I loved all the kids of ST I just don’t relate as well because I’m older than them, but I do relate to Dustin and love his comedy. I somehow got MULTIPLE rare genetic disorders (how one gets multiple RARE genetic disorders idk the drs dont know either and all these rare disorder foundations want to test me now) one of them is Ehlers-Danlos and I have all the generic symptoms like stretchy skin and bad joints my knees actually dislocate and pop back in as I walk sometimes but the latest thing was my middle finger dislocated and I got it xrayed to make sure I set it correctly and now I have my xray of me flipping off the xray machine taped to my wall and I sent it to all my friends too with no explanation. Ive also become the nurse friend of the group because I currently have 12 diagnosed conditions and I used to have to give myself Subcutaneous infusions once a week before I switched to IVs in the hospital and even though I in no way went to medical school when someone comes to me hurt usually I can fix it or when they come with symptoms I can give them advice but tell them to still go to a dr then they go to a dr and usually the dr says the exact same thing I did except Im a Human Resources major and an anthropology minor and Im keeping it that way. As far as a best friend in ST I’d have to say it would be Robin because because she’s exactly like one of my real life best friends.

Tysm!! I hope you’re having a great day :)

Hiiii! I'm somehow happy you talk about Ehlers-Danlos because my cousin has it and i know how hard it can be 🛐 But even tho all the difficulties YOU are the main character and i love you!! 💚 i ship you with..

Steve Harrington!

If you're bestfriend with Robin you betcha she would do the match maker between you and Steve and she would precise to him that if he breaks your heart she would break his neck 👀

He ADORES the badass vibes you give off and he's head over heels for you!! He's also in love with your Mustang and any time he has the chance to drive it you bet he WILL.

He'll be super protective over you even tho you're the doctor of your friend group he wants to make sure that you don't get hurt in any way!!

If he would've been here when you kicked those redneck's asses he would've probably been like "YAP THAT'S MY GURRRL!! 🗣🗣"

[recurring-polynya]

So I actually finally watched Memories of Nobody. I actually saw it years and years ago, in a theater, for some reason, back in 2008. I had vague memories of being disappointed by it at the time, but we actually enjoyed it on rewatch quite a bit. Some thoughts:

According to my husband, who found it on some shady streaming site, this film takes place ���between the Bount arc and the Advance Team arc” which is the 2nd most ass-pulled place to cram some filler, second only the Amagai arc, which takes place in the middle of the Hueco Mundo arc.

Ichigo spends most of the film wearing what I believe are zip-at-the-knee cargo pants, a king

Iba and Ikkaku are 🎶drinking at work🎶

Hitsugaya is so tired.

There’s a scene where Urahara explains a bunch of metaphysics while Tessai sits behind him flipping through a book of (presumably his own?) sketches, exactly like that scene in the Advance Team Arc where Renji and Rukia do this. Notably, Ichigo does not pick on Tessai’s drawing, not even once.

I guess Urahara has some way of extracting Kon’s memories and playing them, like on a tv? W H A T.

ngl the world-building in this movie kinda slaps???

I am obsessed with the fact that it’s not The Valley of Screams, it’s “a valley of screams” and it’s they make is sound like a thing that just happens (although they later back off on that and claim that there must be someone nefarious behind it)

Did I made a “what if we kissed in the valley of screams? j/k... unless...?” joke? You know I did.

There’s a scene where everyone comes to arrest Senna and it’s so ham-fisted and dumb. They sent, like, 3 captains, 2 vice-captains, some ninja, and Rukia and let Renji shout at Ichigo at the top of his lungs. Literally, all they had to do was send Rukia to say “hey, it turns out Senna is the memory crystal we should take her to Soul Society to keep her safe” and Ichigo would have been totally on board. Anyway, this is the dumbest thing that happens is movie, so let’s just move past it.

The Reigai arc sure did rip some beats off this movie

Rukia forces her way into a captains’ meeting while two guards with detaining sticks try to hold her back, this fucking rules. Yamamoto screams at her. Byakuya does not even change facial expressions.

Hey, is this, like a grifting thing? At any given time, you’ve got (1) older, distinguished Kuchiki who never reacts to anything and (1) young, feral Kuchiki who raises ruckuses? And the Kuchiki can use the hothead to start shit and cause trouble while the older one just shakes their head in vague disapproval?

Anyway, someone gave Yamamoto a kidou cannon and he is going to fire it at that valley of screams, ain’t no one gonna stop him now.

It is explicitly stated that firing the kidou cannon will destroy a significant portion of both Soul Society and the Living World but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So you know that animated gif where Renji and Rukia do a sick backflip off a bridge? No one told me they were backflipping into the valley of screams.

My precious husband says “that would make a good animated gif”. “I got you, babe,” I say.

Okay, literally half the Gotei leadership ignores Yamamoto’s orders and goes to the valley of screams.

One thing I do not like about filler/movies is that they are so afraid to do anything new that they just copy the beats of the canon material, which sort of, I dunno, cheapens it. Like, this movie evokes both Rukia and Renji deserting to save Orihime in Hueco Mundo and the captains doing their own shit at the end of the Soul Society arc, and the overall effect is that no one has any respect for Yamamoto, which I don’t think was the point they were trying to make.

They should have let Orihime go to the valley of screams, but she probably would have fixed the problem in 2 seconds

The group of people who go to the valley of screams is perplexing. Mr. P suggested that the reason Soi Fon is here is because she had previously promised to do something with Omaeda (maybe it’s his birthday??) and  was like “oh, shit, sorry man, valley of screams situation came up, catch you next time (i def will not)”

Yoruichi is not in this film. I am assuming she is off being a groupie for the Red Hot Chili Peppers or something.

Hisagi was here for maybe three frames and then did nothing. At least Kira got to release his sword.

Komamura is not here, but he is sort of a Yamamoto simp. We don’t see him hanging out with Ukitake and Kyouraku back at the kidou cannon, tho. Wait. Oh, no. That kidou cannon has gotta be pretty loud. Komamura probably had to go home and put on his thundershirt and hide under the bed.

Soi Fon’s shikai worked??????

RENJI USED ZABIMARU TO CATAPULT ICHIGO OVER SOME ENEMIES TO GO FIGHT THE BOSS!!!! MY HEART!!!!! 🐍💀💪🎇💯😍

I made a bunch of jokes about things Byakuya might be doing (napping, most likely), but then he showed up late and interrupted Rukia’s fight to announce “It is an honor to be slain by my bankai.” Dude, c’mon.

I kinda want to know more about this clan that got done dirty 700 years ago and learned to live in the Dangai like Westley and Buttercup living in the Fire Swamp??

If I had to wander the Dangai, instead of trying to implode the valley of screams and destroy all planes of existence, I would have just made a valley of screams and fixed it up real nice and lived there and not bothered anyone, but that’s just me

Yamamoto has fired the kidou cannon

RIP to Ganryu, you had kind of a cool design, dude, I’m sorry your plan was bad and also that you didn’t get any Vintage Soul Society Flashbacks

I am absolutely perplexed by the end of this film. Despite saving Senna, and being hit with the kidou cannon, the valley of screams is still imploding. Senna stops existing, Ichigo is sad, everyone is saved, it ends with Ichigo seeing a girl who looks like Senna because ???

Who cares! It’s time for Sen no Yoru wo Koete!!!!

Great movie, A+++

[trouble-in-space]

hi there !! love ur ships they r so well written. would you mind if I get an outsiders ship and a harry potter ship?

gender : female

sexuality : straight

sign : pisces

personality

definitely can be seen as outgoing from first impression. i do tend to talk a lot, especially if around friends/people im comfy with

im pretty laidback in the scheme of things, often just going with what everyone else would like to do

despite that I am quite opinionated about things that are important to me!! i will stand by my opinion and defend it.

can be aloof at times, unless I’m genuinely focused

i do enjoy time with friends, but I love my alone time. it’s very comforting to me

sarcasm. i can have a mean streak at times, intentionally or unintentionally.

book smart, not street smart. not even necessarily “street” but as in common sense. i lack it a lot of the time lmao

phys description

tan skin w little freckles on nose

hazel/green eyes. majorly green, with a brown ring on the inside! my eyes are odd though, they tend to change colors (ik sounds weird, but it does happen) have specks in random spots as well. like freckles in my eye !

brown curly hair! not coils, but curled

i dress generally in stuff I find cute; you could call it a “basic” style but just as manh girls do! crop tops, shorts, etc. I do love hoodies tho

5’4 with a slimmer build. not quite an hourglass but somewhat. big tits lmaoo

extra

i love dogs / animals in general

coffee, specifically chai is my fav

i am obsessed w sunsets

i am involved in lots of sports! soccer mainly

house for hp is hufflepuff

probably would be middle class in the outsiders! not a greaser, but rather a soc that’s not insanely rich.

Hi hon! Thank you, i hope you like these!!<3

The Outsiders: Immediate Sodapop vibes!! He’s also pretty laidback so I think thats something that would work for you guys. He’s opinionated but he doesn't always stand up for things that he believes strongly in (I feel like he's easy to sway yk) so he’ll definitely learn a little from you in that aspect. He’d totally love your style because its cute but also because you just wear what you like. He’s going to every single one of your soccer games and will drag some of the gang along just because he's so proud of you. He’s totally obsessed with animals too, so dogs will be a must. Soda definitely has a thing for soc girls so you not being a greaser wouldn't matter to him! Sunset dates are a weekly occurrence with Sodapop. 

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley! He loves how outgoing you are because he is too! He’d totally use your laid-backness against you nil, like he'd make you help him with his pranks by tricking you into agreeing and shit. He gets your sarcasm and doesn't mind your mean streak, I don't think he'd mind really. Fred’s not really book smart but he is street smart so you guys could balance each other out. Loves your hair and takes every chance he gets to point out how much shorter you are than him, but in a sweet way. Initially I don't think he'd really like coffee but if you consistently make him drink it he’ll come around and LOVE it. Since you're involved in sport I feel like you'd probably play quidditch at Hogwarts. He gets very competitive with you, all in good fun tho. If Hufflepuff wins against Gryffindor he’ll sulk for a week straight but he’s happy for you at the same time.

[nataliademarquis]

                           𝐇𝐒𝐇𝐐𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊𝟎𝟑𝟑 : 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐎

                                               nicholas, nicola vittoria, elio

prince nicholas enzo de marquis // fc: xavier samuel

ennio’s eyes and nose, natalia’s hair. he is meticulouslly planned, because there was no way natalia would bring a child into the world without being 100% ready. she is determined to be a good parent. one thing about nicholas, is that if he gets into an argument, he will see it to the end - not because he’s particularly argumentative, but because he likes to ensure people fully understand him. he’s patient and easy-going, which are traits from ennio, which usually makes him the mediator in most cases when nicola and elio start disagreeing. being the oldest means he takes up most of the responsibility; and while he often did it with grace, it was easy to see through cracks. he has a hard time asking for help, and will gripe when offered, but often ends up with his tail between his legs. he and nicola are very close, he thinks she always has a good perspective on things when he has trouble.

princess nicola vittoria “vito” elenore este // fc: jessica clements

vito looks like her mother with sharper features but she was the hardest child to deal with. she comes shortly after nicholas because: “ he needs a sibling !! he’s lonely !! ” she has a killer wardrobe full of natalia’s vintage pieces (which she so graciously saved), but does things like “distressing” (destroying) them before wearing and it gives natalia a heart attack. she’s sometimes vapid, a streak of meanness runs through her, but, she has incredible loyalty, and is perhaps the quickest and wittiest out of the three, she just doesn’t like to show it. it was a big surprise when she wanted to pursue a STEM degree ... neither of them expected it of her, but supported her, of course. she’s only two years younger than nicholas, but doesn’t mind being “cast” in the shadow. she has an ego that ensures she shines just as bright. as much as natalia wanted nicola to be hers, nicola just relates to ennio more. the protective older sister of elio, cause he needs it.

name change bc i like the name vittoria, nat’s middle name is victoria so it’s a play off that <3

prince elio nolan este // fc: louis partridge

i watched enola holmes and he gave me young ben barnes vibes ( i’m not alone ) ok and this gif set tho

it’s another ennio clone !! but nat’s compassion! they needed a break after nicola and luckily elio was tame. he’s extremely book smart- set him up with textbooks and any subject and he can score well on anything. probably into stuff like philosophy or physics. but for what he has in book smarts, he lacks in common sense. the poor boy would not survive on his own in the real world, he tends to get lost in daydreams and fantasies like his mum. natalia has to push him to be social. to put it short, he’s a textbook nerd. he’s three years younger than nicola and five years younger than nicholas; ample time apart so that he gets a fair amount of attention. but he certainly finds it hard to fit into nicholas’ and nicola’s dynamic. nat and ennio probably had to remind them often to “play nice with elio.” 

headcannons:

don’t ask me about god parents uhhh we’ll get to that or not (EDIT: ettore and val prob get first dibs, and cecilia if she keeps up the niceness)

they rlly /wish/ they knew their english aunts and uncles better - when nicholas is older, he probably makes it a point to reach out to his cousins more.

nicola probably would think antonia is the coolest person, and i bet nicholas would adore vaughn to bits

lots of fights begin when elio grumbles something under his breath and nicola hears him. if nicholas is not around things can get Bad bc nicola is fiery but elio is a smart alec who doesn’t know when to stop.

nicholas and nicola are a sibling DUO that is not to be topped. which is why nat gives elio extra attention ... she can’t have him feeling left out :(

natalia dragged elio along to her shopping trips bc she tried to not keep him with the nanny too much #lastchildthings. what comes out of that is that he knows how to dress nicely and surprises his future partners with random knowledge like this. he also has the best english accent.

nat tries to get nicola to do everything she did as a child, but the only thing that sticks is horseback riding. so taking a trip to the stables is their Thing, it’s good for times when they need girl talk.

english tabloids are obsessed with them; natalia doesn’t grow out of the notion that they have to be perfect for the press (she’s nice to them but god is she a stickler for public image), but as they grow up she loosens. she eventually gets over it and realizes mistakes happen.

when grandma nicole comes to family dinner, she is the typical crazy grandma, spewing nonsense. natalia begs them to just be respectful, because she would never hear the end of it if her mother thought she raised rude children.