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wildemaven · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Benny Miller x F!Reader

WC: 1785

Warnings: 18+ Blog; mentions of alcohol and consumption of alcohol (casual drinking), slight anxiety around crowds, other wise just some language and fluff

A/N: okay listen, Benny is… well, Benny. And the man occasionally infiltrates my thoughts— and he’s been doing it a lot lately. I decided to let him have the spotlight for second. Honestly, it was either Benny and a single mom or this— this won. And I don’t even know what it is entirely lol This isn’t beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. The title is based if this song.

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Crowds have never been your thing. Too many people crammed into a specific area, leaving little to no space to move around freely.

Same goes for lines, like the one you’re standing in now— well, less a line and more a mob of people waiting to buy their food and drinks before the show starts.

It’s a warm Saturday evening, the slightest hint of a breeze keeps the air cool against your skin as you continue to wait as you inch your way closer and closer to the front of the line, hoping you’re able to get back before the concert starts.

The local amphitheater, a boutique-style outdoor venue with a mixture of lawn space and chairs surrounding the stage, was hosting your favorite band for the night. Their summer tour listed a stop in your city, which was the perfect excuse to get tickets and enjoy an evening with your friends.

“You come here often?” You can’t be sure the question is being directed to you, but it grabs your attention and you look to your right in the direction the smoky voice came from.

You’re met with the bluest eyes already focused on you, his smile beaming brightly as he waits for a response— oh! He is talking to you!

“Do I come here often? I could be wrong, but that definitely sounds like a cheesy pickup line.” You can’t help but match his smile, catching on to what his question implied.

“You got me. I’m Ben— my friends call me Benny. But you can call me whatever you want.” His hand raises in your direction as he introduces himself.

“Hi, Ben.” Un-tucking your arms, then wrapping your hand around his, the grip is firm and doesn’t last nearly as long as you’d like it to.

His gaze is almost too intense, especially in such close proximity. You look away briefly to collect yourself, the nervous energy buzzing through you is paralyzing in the best possible way. It’s no shock to see him already watching you when you gather enough courage to let yourself look back at him.

“Do you have a name, too?” He asks, leaning over to make sure you can hear him properly over the growing crowd of people.

“I do.” You give it to him, and cringe internally at your inability to converse properly with this gorgeous man.

“That’s a beautiful name for a very beautiful woman.”

The compliment makes you feel instantly warm, shuffling along together as the line shifts forward again.

“Ya know— it would sound really good with my last name.” He suggests boldly.

“Oh wow! Cute, charming and confident— triple threat!” You both burst out laughing, his shoulder knocking into yours.

“Next!” The cashier calls out to you.

“That’s me. It was nice talking to you Ben.” You give him your best smile and a small wave, he reciprocates with a two finger wave before you turn and make your way up to the booth to order.

“I’ll get two beers please.” You ask.

“That’s $16.” She says, placing in front of you two clear plastic cups filled with pale amber liquid and white foamy head nearly spilling over the top.

“Thank you.” Reaching into the back pocket of your cut off shorts you’re met with nothing, your hands frantically patting your remaining pockets— nothing.

“Shit! I left my money in my purse— can I go grab it real quick?” You ask, hoping she’ll be understanding— although her stressed out appearance says she’ll be anything but understanding.

“Next!” The cashier grabs the two cups and slides them off to the side.

“Here— it’s on me!” A newly familiar hand drops a $20 on the counter, then grabs the two cups and holds them out to you, you gladly accept them. “Keep the change ma’am and have a great night!”

The cashier rolls her eyes and takes the bill to be added to her money drawer.

“Thank you, Ben— you didn’t have to do that.” Holding your beers out in front of you as you make your way back through the crowd in the direction of your friends.

“‘Course I did. Can’t leave a damsel in distress and beerless.” His large hand settles on the small of your back, his touch electric and thrilling.

“Wait! You didn’t get yourself anything?” You stop and turn to him, a grin slowly rising on his pretty face.

“That was my last $20. They charge too much to use a card, with the fees they tack on just to swipe, you’ll be broke before the night is over. Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll go bum a beer off one of my buddies, they’re good for it.”

“Here, take one of mine then.” Shoving one of the beers into one of his empty hands.

“No, I can’t— honestly, I’m fine.” Refusing to accept the offer, placing the beer back into your hand. “How ‘bout instead of a beer, you give me something else?”

“Ben— don’t you think that’s a little presumptuous to assume I would put out for a beer?” You tilt your head and smile— not really opposed to the idea though.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing at the screen, chuckling at your remark.

“I was going to ask you for your number— but if you’re offering?” He holds his phone out to you, grabbing one of your beers so you can type in your number.

“Love Of My Life? I think you’re getting ahead of yourself there Ben— especially for just meeting.” Reading the name he had already typed in the contact information for you.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Taking the phone back once you’re done and placing it back in his pocket.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Just a gut feeling, I guess.” He says confidently, once more.

“You could just be hungry?” You tease. He shakes his head and laughs again, you like it when he does because his smile makes you feel a little giddy.

“Well, I guess this is where we part ways for now. Thank you again for the beers, you saved my night.” Not really wanting to part ways, but you know your friends will be worried if you’re gone too long.

“I’d buy you all the beers in the world if it meant I’d get to see you again.” He looks bashful now, with his hands tucked into his front pockets, looking to where his foot is kicking at the ground.

“Play your cards right and it might be sooner than later. I’ll see you around sometime, bye Ben.” That catches his attention, giving him a wink before turning to make your way to your seat— you miss his fist pump in the air as he turns into the opposite direction.

The moment you get to your section, you’re grateful that your group was able to get seats near the isle, less of a chance to annoy other concert goers when trying to get in and out of the row.

“What the fuck took you so long? We were about ready to send a search party when we saw you forgot your purse!” Your friends share their concern as you stand in front of your seat, the opening act already playing their set of songs.

“Sorry! The line was long and annoying. You know how I hate crowds— makes me feel all sorts of anxious.” You explain with your focus now on the stage, letting the crisp beer bite the back of your throat as you begin sipping at it, the frothy foam tickling your upper lip as you take a decent gulp.

Just as the opening song comes to an end, a pair of strong arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you against a firm chest.

“Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” A question only meant for you to hear, the husky tone sends a shiver down your spine, a kiss to follow to your temple.

“A few times tonight actually.” You turn to face the owner of the voice. “Here, got you a beer.” Placing the full one into the awaiting hand.

“Thanks, Love.” The term of endearment never gets old and makes your chest flutter.

A large hand settles on your lower back and pulls you close, slowly slipping lower to grab a handful of your ass, causing a quiet moan to escape from your throat. A confident pair of lips moving over yours as a thank you. It’s a nice kiss too, one that holds promise for something more intimate when you’re alone later.

“Benny! Where the fuck are our beers?” An annoyed man shouts from a few chairs over.

“Pope, chill the fuck out man. There was a little snafu at the beer stand, someone forgot her purse so I had to use the $20 to cover her drinks.” Benny yells back to his friend, you nestle your face into his chest to hide your laughter.

“Okay… So that still doesn’t explain where our beers are. You have a card don’t you?”

“Yeah, but those fees are a bitch to deal with—“ Benny starts to go on his tangent about credit card fees.

“If what you’re about to say doesn’t include ‘I’ll go get you your beer Pope’ I don’t want to hear another word out of that dumb mouth of yours.”

“Ben, Babe— hold my beer and I’ll go back and get them theirs, otherwise we won’t hear the end of it.” You look back over your shoulder to where Will is trying to calm down an overly annoyed Santi— while Frankie and his wife laugh, completely unbothered by the whole situation.

“I’ll go, I don’t want you to miss any more of the show.” You thank him as he gives you one more less than chaste kiss before setting his cup under his seat and exiting the row of seats.

You remember he doesn’t have any cash, so you grab a few bills from your purse.

“Ben!” You yell to him, hoping he can hear you over the loud music, thankfully he does and sees you waving the money in the air at him.

“You know those fees are ridiculous, you’ll be broke before the night is even over.” You tell him as you shove the money in his front pocket, his hands tilt your face up to him and he smashes his mouth to yours again.

“Get a fucking room you two!” Your friends heckled from behind you.

“Love you— don’t know how I’m ever gonna repay you.” He mutters, the stubble littering his upper lip tickles yours as he speaks.

“Mmm, love you too. You can start by promising me your last name.”

“Oh trust me, Babe— I plan on it.”

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rosewaterandivy · 8 months ago

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Everyone But You - a Life as We Know It au

Ch. 2 - I've Got That Lefty Curse

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Summary: hey, you know what a funeral is decidedly not for? gettin' your dick wet. | OR eddie munson's no good, very bad lay. Pairing: e.m. x f!oc w.c.: 4.9K warnings: NSFW / MDNI, immersive second person narration w/ a name and background but no physical description mentioned, grief, character death, funeral, jason carver mention, badly repressed emotions, poor emotional regulation skills, bathroom antics inspired by the moves of Paris Geller and that one scene from Catch & Release tagging: @powderblueblood for coming up with Eddie's nickname for the rover 😘

The garage door trundles open as Eddie twirls the keys in a flourish. You squint behind your sunglasses, bringing your phone closer to avoid the sun’s glare as you triple-check the directions to CPS.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Eddie grouses as the car comes into view. It’s big, some kind of SUV, a Range Rover apparently, if his grumbling is to go by, one that is impeccably clean.

“What’s the problem?” You walk toward the car as it chirps to unlock, “Keys,” You point to his outstretched hand, “Driver,” You point to him and finally gesture to the car, “Vehicle.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Right, sure. Lemme drive this car that’s worth more than my life, that’ll go real swell!” He choruses in false cheer before his face falls, “Yeah, no. Think fast,” He lobs the keys toward you which you step to avoid, and the pair of you watch as they rattle to the floor.

“Well shit, Sherlock, y’know you’re supposed to catch things as they’re thrown at you.”

You roll your lips between your teeth and raise a brow, “I don’t drive.”

“Riiiight,” Eddie says, scooping down to collect the keys. “Of course you don’t, your majesty. Wouldn’t want to sully ourselves with something so pedestrian.” He yanks the driver’s side door open and hauls himself inside.

Settled in the passenger seat, you buckle your seatbelt and pair your phone to the bluetooth in the car. Eddie adjusts the seat and mirror before deciding on a Sirius station for the fifteen minute journey to downtown.

“For the record,” He says, pulling out onto the residential street, “I have a driver’s license, not a boating one. This thing is a goddamn behemoth.”

The car lurches forward as he navigates toward the stop sign at the end of the block, the seatbelt seizes against your chest, jerking you backward into the seat.

“Munson, sort your shit out! There’s going to be an actual baby whose well-being we’re responsible for in here, you know.”

He kisses his teeth and huffs in exasperation, “Sorryyy, I can’t figure out the damn clutch on the S.S. Fuck The Planet, princess. Jesus H. Christ.”

You make a mental note to have the insurance policy switched over and update the title on the cars as well. Swiping over to the notes app, you tap out a reminder and add a trip to the grocery store for good measure. The list is titled: HOW TO SURVIVE IN HAWKINS and has such gems as: whole foods - where?, research moving co.’s NYC, check out brownstone, contact attorney & set up will, utilities & electric??, and baby books!!!

While you prepped for the impending arrival of Zoë and a prolonged stay in the Midwest, Eddie prattled through the house like Jacob Marley’s ghost shuffling from one vacant room to the next. He’d sent something off to his agent and editor via email about pushing the deadline back for his current novel, and had thrown his duffle in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs, the one furthest from Chrissy and Jason’s room, naturally.

You’d settled in a room close to the nursery and across the way from Eddie. The guest bath was conveniently at the end of the hall just before the staircase. Neither of you bothered unpacking after Max left, just threw your bags upstairs and scrambled to the garage to pick up Zoë as soon as possible.

The ride smooths out, eventually, Eddie seeming to get a hang of the clutch or whatever it was, and soon enough you’re being escorted back to the caseworker’s office at CPS.

She instructs you to sign the form with your intention of temporary custody just until the court can set a date with the judge to award full custody. Until that time, a caseworker would be checking up on Zoë and your care of her, the findings of which would be presented to the judge at a later date.

“And if you’ll sign here as well, Mr. Munson.”

Eddie scribbles off his disaster of a signature just as Zoe is brought in.

“Oh,” You sigh, relieved as you rise from the chair. “There she is.” You adjust the strap of your tote on your shoulder and leave the room, gently taking her from a woman with a nod of thanks. Keeping your voice soft and low, you greet Zoë. “Hi, sweetheart. Hi sweet girl!”

It’s rare that Eddie ever hears you like this, voice pitched just so as not to hint at any sadness you may be grappling with currently. And Zoë, she looks so pink and cute— footsie pajamas decorated in little hearts.

“Oh, honey. It’s so good to see you.” You brush back her downy blonde hair just as she begins to fuss, blue eyes falling to Eddie, who is rendered speechless in the office. He sniffs to clear any welling tears and quietly thanks the caseworker before joining you in the waiting room.

“I know, I know,” You soothe, rocking her back and forth, watching as Eddie steps beside you.

Zoë continues her soft cries, not nearing meltdown territory yet, but rather expressing her confusion or discomfort. Eddie’s hand cards through her wisps of blonde hair as you turn and say, ��Hey, look. Hey, look – it’s Uncle Eddie!” Which seems to placate her somewhat, as chubby arm reaches toward him.

Lifting her from your hip, you continue to narrate: “Wanna go see him? Good, he’s right here.” And place her squarely against his chest, his hands coming to grip her sides as she tucks herself against him, little fingers gripping the worn fabric of his shirt.

You watch as he holds his goddaughter, her soft cries falling away to nothing as she nuzzles into his neck. “Okay,” You breathe, “We should really get her home.”

The car seat, however, proves difficult. Eddie has grimaced and groused his way through various belt to lock combinations, determining all of them to be useless.

“Who designed this thing, a fuckin’ Space X engineer?”

Leaning against the car with Zoë, you decide fifteen minutes is more than enough time for Eddie to dick around with the car seat. “Shove over Elon, this is getting ridiculous.”

Seamlessly, you set Zoë in the car seat and buckle her in. “See?” You ask, a taunting lilt to your voice, “Was that so difficult?”

“Well, that’s because I eliminated all other possibilities, so obviously you—”

“Shut it, Munson. And drive.”

You’re nearly back to Loch Nora when a cop lights up behind the rover. “Really, today? C’mon man!” Eddie pulls off to the side of the road, going for his wallet before stopping short. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh shit? What do you mean oh shit?!” You whisper frantically, “This isn’t really on ‘oh shit’ type of moment, if you hadn’t noticed!”

“God, would you shut up for, like, two seconds so I can think?!”

“Please, let’s not pretend you think.”

An intentional elbow jabs into his ribs with enough force for him to hiss. He’s about to snarl something not fit for tiny ears back at you when two raps on the window shocks you both into silence.

Eddie reluctantly rolls down the window with a pained smile.

“Morning officer, what seems to be the problem?”

There’s a pause before a bellowing laugh. “Munson!? Well, of all the gin joints in all the world—”

Eddie’s face flushes pink, “Uh, right. Hi there, Hop.” He clears his throat, “How are… things.”

“Bout to ask you the same thing, kid.” He pockets his aviator glasses and leans against the door, propping one arm to rest on the roof. “D’you know you rolled through that light down on Main before turning onto Pinebow?”

“Uh, no. Sorry, must’ve been distracted.”

“I’ll say,” The officer peers into the car, gaze falling on you. “Morning ma’am. Mind getting me the registration from the glove box?”

“I, uh,” You supply, uselessly. Eddie leans over to do it himself before you can ask what a registration would even look like. Your eyes dart back to Zoë still sleeping soundly.

“I need to level with you Hop,” Eddie says, handing the paper over to him. “This is not my car, this is not my beautiful wife, and my license is expired.”

“It is!?” You ask, furious. How could he be so irresponsible? There is a child riding in the backseat! Before you can rip him a new asshole, the officer chuckles.

“Can’t say I’m surprised Ed. Shame about the wife bit though.” He reads the registration and passes it back to Eddie. “But considering the circumstances … I’ll let this one slide.”

“The circumstances?” You prompt, wondering how the hell a traffic cop would know about Chrissy and Jason’s accident.

“My condolences,” He says with a frown and furrowed brow, as if the very idea of their absence unsettles him. “It’s a small town, I’m sure everyone’ll know by day’s end.”

Hop puts his glasses back on and steps back from the vehicle. He nods to you with a small smile, before his eyes narrow on Eddie. “You need to get this taken care of, Munson.” Slapping the roof of the car, he turns on his heel and walks back to the cruiser, “See you Friday!”

Eddie waves him off and pulls back onto the road. Offering positively zero explanations as to why this man you’d never met before today would be showing up to the house later this week.

“Munson, why does that cop think he's coming by the house later?”

“Hmm, oh, Hop? He’s not just a cop, he’s the Sheriff.”

As if that made it any better.

“Do I want to know why you’re friendly with the boys in blue, er, khaki? Thought you were the commander and chief of ACAB.”

“That,” He says, punching the button to open the garage as the house comes back into view, “Is a story for another time. But for now, just chalk it up to the fact that Hawkins is a verrrry small town, princess.”

By Friday, your bags still remain unpacked by the door to the guest room. It would be so easy to call a car, book a flight and just leave, like it had never happened in the first place.

You’re pretty sure that’s what Munson is expecting you to do. He doesn’t trust you, nor you him. How can you? It’s not like you were ever friends. And it’s not like you’ve seen him in that way since—

A soft knock from the door has you turning to find him holding Zoë in the crook of his arm. She’s smiling and sleepy, fresh from her bath. One that had left you positively drenched, prompting a hasty retreat to find a change of clothes.

“They’re, uh, driving up now.” Eddie mumbles, and though he hasn’t said it, hasn’t complained one bit, you can see how exhausted he is. Essentially dead on your feet from your first night with Zoë.

She’d cried and wailed all night, or so it felt, and you were sure you’d wake up to a noise complaint or violation of the HOA’s quiet hours or some such shit. Eddie had volunteered to stay with her that night, elected to sleep on the couch in the nursery because he’s “slept on worse.”

He’s said it as if he didn’t already have dark circles under his eyes, as if they hadn’t been awake for over 24 hours, and you want to refute it, to say you can keep the baby monitor on you instead, but the look in Eddie’s eyes tells you this isn’t just about staying the night with Zoë.

It’s that he wants to make sure Chrissy’s daughter is safe, to protect her daughter in the way he wasn’t able to protect his best friend last night.

“Could you just sleep in—” You tilt your head toward Chrissy and Jason’s room, it’s closer to the nursery anyway. But you don’t get to finish your thought before he’s swept in to the room and settled Zoë in her crib for the night. The conversation effectively over.

“Right,” You say, peeling off the door frame to leave, “Forget I asked.”

But that was last night, and you’d be remiss to say that you’d made it much longer on your own. The room was far too quiet, the sheets too stiff, and you couldn’t find your sound machine to save your life.

It’s two o’clock when you stumble into the nursery, nearly tripping over Eddie’s prone leg because he’s too tall for the small couch, but he doesn’t wake. You make yourself comfortable on the plush white rug, the one Chrissy had sworn felt like a cloud and rest your head on the pillow you’d snuck in from the guest room.

Maybe it’s the white noise machine looped to Zoë’s crib, or maybe it’s the proximity of being close to her that brings a sense of calm that’s enough to lull you into sleep. And maybe, it’s the soft snores and snuffles that fall from the tangle of limbs precariously close to slipping off of the couch.

Regardless, you and Eddie had somewhat survived your first day as guardians. Had struggled through feedings and diaper changes, nap time, and seemingly endless loads of laundry. You’d read Chrissy’s parenting books and ordered more to be delivered tomorrow. Eddie had returned victorious from a Target run and you’d each set about slapping sticky notes and scribbling furiously on a huge tear away calendar— you’d even assigned colors: you were purple, Eddie was neon green, Zoë was pink, naturally.

Max, Eddie’s friend and the estate attorney, had apparently rallied the troops for a family dinner for that evening. You and Eddie were to do nothing, under strict instructions from someone named Nancy to relax and focus on Zoë. You could hear the front door opening as people made their way inside for dinner.

Gently, Eddie passes Zoë off to you and helps you wrap the sling around your torso. After watching several tutorials on YouTube, you felt confident that everyone would feel more comfortable this way. Plus, your arms were killing you— who knew carrying a baby around could be so tiring?

Once downstairs, introductions are made. Eddie names off everyone in attendance as they stare at you like a new exhibit at the MoMa, or maybe the zoo is more accurate. Immediately, you can see that you don’t belong. Everyone is dressed down casually in jeans and t-shirts, their shoes kicked off by the door.

Whereas you, on the other hand, announce your presence with the click-clack of your heels on the floorboards. Swan into rooms with impeccable posture and sport dresses never more than a season old, unless they’re archival vintage, of course. A bold lip and manicured nails, not a hair out of place.

To the assembled people of Hawkins, you sure cut the figure of a Stepford wife.

“Hi,” A voice pipes up from the man to your right, “I’m Ste—”

A metallic clang sounds out, muffling whatever he had to say. Quickly followed by an exasperated, “Oh, goddamit!”

You smile at him, “The pleasure is all mine. Dean, you said it was?”

“I, uh,” He stammers out, unable to land his gaze anywhere on your person.

“Right,” You say primly, hearing more cursing from the kitchen, “If you’ll excuse me.”

And, of course, the source of the cacophony is none other than Munson himself. He’s got the hood fan going on the stovetop, and there’s smoke pluming from the oven. Company has been here all of ten minutes and he’s already going to burn the house down.

You grab the sheet pan he’s using to dissipate the smoke from the alarms on the ceiling and narrowly avoid smacking him upside the head.

“I never took you for an arsonist, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.”

He coughs into his shoulder, his hand waving through the air uselessly. But before you can tell him to shove over and let you handle things, people stream into the kitchen. Eddie is shuffled from the stove by a kind woman named Joyce, only to be pulled away by an older man, his uncle Wayne, while Hopper takes over in the kitchen.

Windows are opened by Max and Lucas, allowing the smoke to dissipate. And eventually, Joyce offers to take Zoë and put her to bed after her dinner of mashed peas and carrots. Begrudgingly you let her, dropping a kiss to her downy blonde curls before she’s whisked away.

Dinner is nice as is the company, even if conversation is a bit stilted and awkward given the circumstances. You don’t say much and no one expects you to, but every so often Wayne will catch you gaze and offer a small smile. It’s easy to appreciate his silence, to see it as a comfort because god knows his nephew is normally anything but.

You’re on your second glass of wine for the evening, listening to Robin as she details the various hijinks of what she refers to as the Scoops Troop. But she keeps mentioning someone named Steve and you have half a mind to ask her who that could possibly be. Dean, for all his lack of being mentioned in these stories, laughs along good-naturedly.

It’s when you yawn for the second time in five minutes, that Eddie suggests: “Hey, you should go up and get some sleep.”

You scowl, confused and pleasantly buzzed but stand up all the same. “Fine, but no promises, Munson.”

It had been decided that you’d give the eulogy for the service today. Eddie sits with Zoë in his lap – she's dozing off and you’re thankful – and when Eddie stares up at you, you can feel your heart in your throat. Initially, it seemed that Eddie would deliver the eulogy, this was, after all, his hometown and this church was full of people he’d known most of his life.

But when he’d come to you two nights ago after Zoë had finally fallen asleep, shaking like a leaf with crescent hollows beneath his eyes that the moon would envy, and he’d said in a voice so broken and empty: “I just can’t do it. Please don’t make me.”

And so you didn’t.

Halfway through, while the crowd is chuckling sadly, politely, at your anecdotes about Chrissy and Jason. Things are going well until Zoë begins to hiccup and throws a tantrum. Ellie, Chrissy’s mom, scoops her up into her arms easily and carries her out of the church. Over her shoulder, Zoë’s arms stretch out toward the front of the church, her face crumpled as she cries for her mommy and daddy.

Me too baby girl, me too.

You force yourself to look back at Eddie, and his eyes meet yours. It's a moment of understanding that goes straight to your gut and steals the breath from your lungs; Chrissy wasn’t ever coming back.

The wake is held at the house, a tasteful catered affair courtesy of Jason’s parents. Everyone thought it best for Zoë to be in a familiar setting to try and stick to her routine. People mill about downstairs stopping every so often to shake your hand and offer their condolences, thoughts and prayers, or claim that their hearts are with you during this difficult time.

It’s all you can do not to scream as you hold Zoë like a life raft. So, instead of snapping something at someone’s handsy uncle who has had you cornered for the last five minutes or so, you talk to Chrissy in your head.

What were you thinking Chris? This wasn’t the plan at all, in fact, you’ve jumped the gun by about sixty-odd years y’know. If you care to recall, we said we’d outlive our husbands and buy a place on the Cape. Descend into spinsterhood in style, and then haunt the shit out of that property, as is our right.

Ellie checks in on you with a soft touch to the arm, ushering pervy uncle toward the hors d’oeuvres. Small miracles. You can feel the tears gathering on your lashes, and you know that your tolerance for these platitudes is quickly dwindling. You haven’t seen Eddie since he fed and changed Zoë an hour or so ago.

He’s been distant since that night, the one where you’d refused him and drawn your line in the sand.

Catching sight of Robin, you tell her that Zoë is going for her nap and she promises to make your excuses. She latches on to that guy she seems permanently attached to, (Dean, you wanna say?) and they begin to spread the word in an attempt to clear everyone out.

You take the stairs slowly, not wanting to shift the dozing girl in your arms too much, as you step onto the second floor landing. Turning into the nursery, you set her down on the changing table and rid her of her funeral dress.

No little girl should ever have one, much less be given the opportunity to wear it.

Back in her comfy pjs, you sit on the rocking chair and kick off your heels. Zoë nuzzles against your neck as you hum softly. Sooner than you’d anticipated, the rhythmic rocking to and fro has eased her into sleep. Rising as gently as you’re able, you lay her down in the crib, turn on her sound machine, and step out of the room with baby monitor in hand.

Downstairs, you can hear rumblings of conversation overridden by a male voice: “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!”

Chuckling, you duck into the guest bathroom before any of the hangers on can spot you as they take their leave. Back hitting the door, you allow yourself a moment or two to breathe. Surrounded by people all day on what has arguably been the worst day of your life to date. Smoothing down the skirt of your dress, you pull the shower curtain aside and step into the basin of the bathtub. Once settled, you draw the curtain closed again and let your head rest against the tile wall.

“Why did you leave me alone like this, Chrissy?” You say, voice ricocheting off the bathroom tiles. “You know I can’t handle anything without you.”

Not two minutes later, and someone comes barreling in. Huh, guess you never did lock that door.

Before you can alert them of your presence, a high-pitched giggle sounds out followed by the scuffling of feet. The door is shut, and the lock is thrown as the giggle turns into a high, breathy gasp. They sound closer now, if the wet sounds of tongues battling for dominance is anything to go by.

Rearing back, you sink into the corner of the tub and will it all to go away. The noxious, ringing laughter continues unabated only punctuated by the sounds of a belt buckle clinking against the sink, a zipper being pulled down.

If you were so inclined (which you are decidedly not), you could simply turn your head to the left and feast your eyes on the shadow sexual escapades of one—

“Oh, Eddie.”

For fuck’s sake! As if this day could get any worse.

But, oh wait, it does.

“Sock it to me!”

Biting the heel of your hand to quell the rising laughter, your eyes blow wide at her litany of ‘sock it to me’s’ – it’s as if that’s the only thing her poorly wired brain will allow her to say mid-coitus. Eddie’s laughter, understandable given the circumstances, devolves into an attempt to shush his conquest from what has got to be the most unimaginative dirty talk you’ve had the misfortune to be privy to.

When she finally reaches her peak (“Yeah! That’s so good!”), you’ve already mentally catalogued the ways in which you could have a) killed yourself in the interim, b) killed Eddie, and c) killed this poor woman, in all likelihood saving her from a life of mediocre sex at funerals.

“Thanks.”

Well, at least she’s polite.

“Uh, you’re welcome.”

Eddie sounds embarrassed, voice tight and you can imagine he’s doing that thing where he drums his fingers against his thigh, impatiently waiting for this all to be over. His lips are probably tucked between his teeth while she washes her hands, eyes anywhere but on her.

There’s the sound of the door being unlocked and the throw away line of “Call me,” and with that, she’s gone.

The sink runs again, Eddie muttering to himself under his breath, and for the briefest of seconds when you dramatically pull the shower curtain open, you could’ve sworn you saw something akin to regret (or was it disgust?) as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“Fuck!”

He jumps back, startled at your Houdini-esque appearance. All too calmly, you step out from the bathtub, gaze fixed on him all the while. You pluck the joint from his fingers and stow it in your pocket.

And you haven’t launched into him yet, so maybe this isn’t the verbal crucifixion that Eddie thinks it’ll be. There’s a curl to his lips that says he’s going to be a problem, that he’s going to make a joke out of this, as if he hadn’t buried his best friend earlier today and then gone and screwed a cater waiter in the bathroom of her house during the wake.

“Well, well, well, if it isn't my Lady Disdain,” He drawls, arms loosely crossed against his chest, “Are you yet living?”

It is only in deference to Zoë that you don’t go scorched earth on his ass right then and there. There’s a soft squawk from your other pocket where the baby monitor is as she likely rolls over in her sleep.

“I am only going to say this once, Munson, so you better get it through that abomination you call a skull.”

Briefly, someone attempts to enter the bathroom, the door nudging open only to be forcefully shut as you, in an impressive feat of balance, slam one Manolo Blahnik clad heel against the door and shove it closed.

“Occupied!”

You wait a beat or two, leg slotted against the door to be sure that whomever was on the opposite side did not attempt further entry.

If only your yoga instructor could see you now.

Releasing your hold on the door, you flip the lock and take measured steps back to Eddie who is now crowded back against the pedestal sink.

“Did ya have some fun? Get you rocks off? Add another notch to the bedpost?” You seethe, and he knows better than to interrupt when you’re like this. “What a fitting way to send off Chrissy, huh? By defiling her home because you lack something called self-restraint.”

“Hey, that’s not—”

“What, is that not accurate Munson? Because from where I was sitting, it sounded like you couldn’t wait bust your nut into the next woman who batted her lashes at you, who maybe, juuuust maybe,” You take one step closer, a mere breath away from him. “Suffers from an undiagnosed brain injury and lowers herself to slum it with the likes of you.”

“Tell me how you really feel, sweetheart,” He sneers, “All those years of therapy seem to be doin’ wonders for your self-esteem. Because you’re too high and mighty to count yourself one of the crowd, right?”

“You have no right—”

“I have no right? Are you kidding me? I'm not the one who shuts down at the first opportunity, who would rather run away than stay here and deal with this!"

"It's not like I’ve left! I'm here, aren't I?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that?" He demands. "We are not just playing house here! And you can’t pretend that we’re not partners in this. If you’re so scared, why didn't you say anything?”

You storm toward the door, unlocking it as you turn the knob to leave. To get away from him and his pitying looks, his judgment.

"Because I don't need you!"

Eddie’s hand covers yours, “Maybe I need you!" He snaps, almost shouting. "Maybe I need you to work with me instead of against me. Maybe I need you to stop doubting yourself, because there's already so much to worry about and I can't help worrying about you. Maybe I need you to stop being so damn independent and self-absorbed. Maybe I need you to realize that you're not the only person here who lost a best friend."

The heartbreak on his face is so painfully clear that you can feel it in your chest; you can't believe you didn't noticed it before.

The door creaks open.

"Hey, are you guys – oh, sorry."

You turn from Eddie to see Robin on the stairs, hesitating. You clear your throat and blink away any tears, as you step through the door. "Can I help you?"

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're not interrupting," You say, turning toward her and smoothing down your dress.

"Okaaaay." She looks doubtful. "Everyone’s cleared out, leftovers are in the fridge. I checked on Zo and she’s still zonked out."

You nod, “Thanks, for everything.”

“Happy to help.”

You wait until her footsteps fade away, and the front door shuts. Gritting your teeth, you watch as Eddie steps away from you and avoids making eye contact, your jaw clenched tightly enough to hurt.

There's something empty and aching at the base of your throat, and no matter how much you swallow, it won't go away.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fafic #eddie munson x oc #stranger things fanfic #modern!eddie #fic: eby

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paigeandsagesstuff · 2 years ago

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Call Us Crazy

Song: “Unchained Melody” by Righteous Brothers (or the Elvis version)

POV: You lose your virginity to your longtime boyfriend, Austin Butler.

Warning: loss of virginity, fluffy smut, p in v, unprotected sex (triple wrap that shit y’all), oral (f receiving).

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Austin looked at the pouring rain through the back doors as you lit a candle to have some light. Your palms became sweaty, and you turned to him in your F/C sundress as one of the thin spaghetti straps fell off your shoulder.

"Damn, seems like I brought the storm." He chuckled and turned to you. "You okay? You seem a little frazzled."

Your cheeks flushed. I'm so glad the power went off, you thought.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you croaked and stared at the ground, upset at how flustered you sounded.

Austin smirked at me, "You're cute when you're nervous."

"Me nervous?" You placed your hand over your heart, "I-I'm not nervous!"

"Chill, Y/N, it's only a power outage!" He laughed, "I'll stay here until it comes back on."

"What if it never comes on?"

"Then I guess I'll be here forever," he said, a lightening allowed you to see his plump lips form a grin.

You smiled at him, "Okay."

Austin walked over to a recorder and picked out a record to play. He skipped a few songs until it landed on "Unchained Melody.”

"Dance with me," you blurted.

Austin gave you a shocked expression, but there was a glint in his eyes that you couldn't recognize.

"Here, right now?" He asked.

"Yes, right now."

Austin came over and pulled you closer by your waist as he took your hand to hold it on his chest.

I'm such an idiot, you scorned yourself.

You pressed your face against his hard chest until he dipped you, and your E/C eyes bored into his blue eyes that darkened. Austin stared at you like, how you always dreamt of being looked at by the man you love. You bent backward and slowly pulled yourself up toward Austin's chest. His breathing started to get heavy while your hands were on his shoulders as Austin placed his hands on your back to bring you closer. You held eye contact as you pulled at your bottom lip with your teeth.

Austin smirked and rubbed his thumb against your cheek, "Something on your mind, sweetness?"

Yes, you thought. You nodded but tilted your face at the wooden floors.

"Hey," he said and brought your face to his concerned gaze, with his hands cupping your face, "let me look at you."

You smiled and breathed out, "Would it be crazy for me to say I'm in love with you?"

"I must be crazy then," Austin smiled, "because I love you, too."

You were in shock, and a smile formed on your face while a tear slipped. A tear went down your pink cheeks, but Austin kissed it.

"I hope those are happy tears, love." He said in your ear.

You grinned and pecked his chin, "I never thought someone could love me."

"I have for a while, and I always will," Austin held you in a tight embrace.

You pulled back to grab his face, "I love you, Austin Butler, forever."

He laced his fingers into your H/C locks as his soft lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you stayed in your dining room, kissing one another.

Austin pulled away, "God, I can't have enough of you."

"S-should we go to my room?" You shyly smiled.

His eyes widen from feeling surprised, though his lips formed a smirk, "Is Miss L/N hinting at something?"

"Austin!" You squealed and hit his arm lightly.

He chuckled as he caught your hands to his chest, "Whatever you're hinting at, I like it."

You pulled away to blow out the candles in your darkened living room and directed him to your room by holding his large hand.

"I've never done this before," you admitted as you were in the doorway of your dark room, lit by the storm. You squeezed his hand, while he softly touched your cheek.

"You don't have to do anything, Y/N." He said, "I waited a year for you, and I can wait for more."

You pressed yourself against his chest, "I want to make love with you."

You quickly did a double take and said, "Unless you don't want to, because I can wait!"

Austin shut you up with lips attacking yours and met your eyes with your foreheads against each other, "I think that answers your worries."

You grinned at him as he leaned in. You two kissed against the door, grabbing onto one another's flesh. You tugged on his hair when he swiped your bottom lip with his tongue for entrance, but you teased him by playing hard to get. Austin touched your butt to squeeze it, and you let out a whimper. He smirked as he took the opportunity to slither his tongue in your mouth. You fought for dominance, and of course, he won.

"Jump baby," he said with his lips swollen.

You wrapped your shaky legs around his waist and bumped into the walls, and pictures fell on the floor as you two couldn't focus on anything but each other. Austin made it to your bed and fell on it, which placed you on top and nervous.

I guess I should remove my dress, you thought and felt your face go hot. You extracted your lips and stared at him while nipping at your bottom lip. He held your hips as you unzipped your dress from the back and let the top fall but covered up your breasts. Austin sat up to cup your cheeks.

"Take your time, Y/N,” he said. You smiled at his patience and revealed your breasts, to which he licked his lips. You whimpered when he leaned down to kiss your breast softly and groped the other one, and lightly bit your flesh.

"Aus, don't,” you moaned, "people will see."

"Let them,” he roughly grabbed your face and flipped you on your back, "they’ll know that we belong to each other."

You lifted your back, turned on by his dominance. Austin gingerly left kisses from your stomach to your needy cunt, as he slid your dress off your hips. You met his eyes to see his reaction to your F/C lace panties.

He groaned, “You're breathtaking, baby.”

Austin lowered himself to kiss your hips while he hooked his fingers around your panties to take them off.

"Aus," you moaned. "Please."

"Please, what, baby?" He chuckled.

"Touch me,” you begged.

"With pleasure."

Austin swiftly kissed your bud of nerves. A whimper left your patted lips from shock as your body moved on its own from the pleasure. You arched your back as your legs got wider. He continued to trace circles around your throbbing bud, and you slowly felt a finger enter your soaking cunt.

"Austin!"

He smirked against your wet core to enter another finger and thrust them slowly. Your fingers reached for his golden hair and intertwined them with his locks to yank on them. Austin groaned, and he sucked you rougher as his fingers pounded into you, making you feel the tingles in your stomach increase until it snapped. You cried out his name and felt electricity go through your body as Austin continued to eat you out. Coming down your high, you felt Austin remove his lips and fingers from you.

"That was amazing,” you panted as he licked his lips with a grin.

Collecting yourself, you sat up and clenched onto his buttoned-up shirt fumbling with the buttons. Austin pulled you close for a kiss, and your lips collided while your tongues fought for dominance. He bit your lip to pull at it as he took off his clothes.

"You ready?"

"Yes,” you nodded with your lips tucked into one another.

Austin lifted his shaft to enter you while keeping eye contact. Your face scrunched up from being stretched, but he kissed your cheeks several times to block the uncomfortable feelings away. Once fully in, he waited for you to adjust, and you nodded at him to move, which he did slowly. You whimpered at the feelings of pleasure, but Austin stopped in fear of hurting you.

You looked at him, “No, keep going. It felt good."

He nodded and did again and again until you begged him to go harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he went deeper. Your shaky hands clawed into his back, which made him lift your hands above you.

"Oh fuck!" You loudly cried out when he hit a specific spot.

Austin smirked into your neck, “Found it."

You tried to pull your hands away from his grip, but he didn't budge. You stared at Austin to see a smirking plaster on his face, but he lowered his head back to the crook of your neck. You bite his shoulder in retaliation.

"Naughty girl, Y/N.” He groaned.

Austin let go of your hands, and you held him close. With one hand, he gripped the pillow next to your head with your H/C sprawled around you, as his other hand rubbed your clit. You kissed one another and heatedly battled with your tongues.

"Austin,” you whimpered into his ear, which drove him crazy. "I think I'm about to cum."

"Me too, baby."

His thrusts became sloppy as his thumb circled your bud. Your back arched by itself and into his heated body as Austin bit your lip to pull it away.

You quickly came twice. Your first orgasm felt like it lasted forever until the second hit when he filled you up.

"Fuck Y/N!" Austin moaned onto your bruised lips as you started to come down from your high.

Austin leaned onto me, trying not to crush you as he caught his breath. You kissed his neck and then shoulder. He placed his head in the crook of yours.

"That was-."

"Intense." He finished your sentence and showed his sweaty and pink face to you. You giggled as you pecked his nose. Austin hovered over yours with a smile, "I love you Y/N."

You grinned at him, "I love you, too."

He started to pull out of you, but you bit your lip which he saw. You hid your face as he knelt on the bed, barely out of you. Austin chuckled and pried your hands from you. You met his darkened blue eyes again with a familiar glint.

"Something wrong, sweetness?"

"No," you shyly said, “well, can we do it again?”

Austin smiled and leaned into you, “We are crazy.”

Damn right, we are.

Tag

@purejasmine

#austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis smut #austin butler smut #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis film #austin butler x y/n #austin butler gif #austin butler #austin elvis imagine

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mr-wrestlemania · 4 months ago

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Might as well do an intro, hi im Keryth and I succumbed to my fixation on wrestlers. Might write some shit here soon on certain wrestlers bc I'm cringe but free.

Rly new here to this side of tumblr, so stick around if thats your thing. Otherwise you'll see me in the tags occasionally like a roach

My main is @cynical-bonehead

Fic List under the break

Fic List:

Shawn Centered Fics

Monster AU

Features Shawn as the main character while he traverses the messy realm of wrestling with literal monsters

Vampire Shawn X Reader

Shawn from the monster au is hungry and the reader is looking like a complete snack that he wants a taste of.

A hurt comfort fic that has Shawn confess a bit of things to Bret after an awkward encounter.

Hartbreak Hotel (Shawn X Bret)

Hold You For A Bit Longer (Shawn X Triple H)

Hunter tears his quads and Shawn goes to pick him up from the hospital. A very fluffy drable

Team Hell No

Stubborn Comfort (Daniel Bryan x Kane)

A comfort fic for Kane on May 19th and his stubborn partner who refuses to let him grieve by himself.

#wwf #wwe #attitude era #hbk #shawn michaels #shawn michaels wwe #d generation x #intro post

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acknowledge-reigns · 10 months ago

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Somebody truly had the nerve to say Roman has never had to deal with or wrestle with injuries/set backs in his career and that he "could never power through like C*dy did with his torn pec". First of all, comparing how these two athletes deal with injuries is big fucking weird but since we're going there and I take my role of #1 Joe Anoa'i defender to heart what I'm not about to do is let y'all set up here on this internet and make it seem as if my Tribal Chief ain't ever fought through shit because this man is a WARRIOR, do you hear me???

(HE'S A TWO TIME LEUKEMIA SURVIVOR SINCE Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS LIKE TO FORGET HE KICKED CANCER'S ASS TOO.) Generally speaking, not just that situation but in many others in Joe's life, some of your faves would have folded. (especially those two yt men that run from company to company when they don't get their way) . Really this ain't shade to C*dy, I give him his props for powering through injuries and shit too. Most of these superstars have. And saying some of them would probably fold (hell, I would. Most of us would.) Isn't saying they're weak. I'm saying Roman is a badass on a different level and you can argue with your momma or with the wall on that one, not me.

List of injuries/illnesses known to us throughout Roman's career -

Back + Hip injury 2023 (Sumerslam, v Jey Uso.)

Ruptured Ear Drum 2022 (Survivor Series, v Kevin Owens who surprised him with a spot that was not planned and resulted in the injury. There however is no bad blood between the two.)

Had COVID 2022 (https://www.espn.com/wwe/story/_/id/32974962/roman-reigns-wwe-biggest-star-tests-positive-covid-19-scratched-atlanta-event)

Lingering affects from COVID 2022 (due to being immunocompromised https://www.fightful.com/wrestling/roman-reigns-discusses-his-covid-experience-says-he-still-feels-chest-tightness)

Shoulder/Arm injury 2022 (Wrestlemania 38, v Brock Lesnar)

Reveals Leukemia treatment side effects (including Nausea and arthritis in arms and legs, mentioned in 2019 and 2020 interviews. Ex. https://www.leukaemiacare.org.uk/support-and-information/latest-from-leukaemia-care/inspirational-stories/roman-reigns-wwe-cml-and-me/#:~:text=Previously%2C%20Reigns%20revealed%20to%20the,in%20terms%20of%20being%20sick.)

Knee Injury 2019 (Hell in a cell tornado tag with Daniel Bryan, v Erick Rowan and Luke Harper.)

Second battle with Leukemia 2018

Eye injury, required stitches 2018 (after 6 man tag match on RAW https://www.wrestlingnewsworld.com/wwe/roman-reigns-gets-stitches-raw)

Shoulder injury + Cracked ribs 2017 ( RAW, v Braun Strowman)

Shattered nose + Surgery 2016 ( v Triple H. See attached article https://www.wwe.com/shows/raw/2016-02-22/article/reigns-surgery)

Needed stitches May 2016 (live show, see photos https://www.wwe.com/worldwide/gallery/roman-reigns-receives-stitches-in-melbourne-australia-photos#fid-40042095)

Head Injury that required staples 2014 (https://youtu.be/OYMce1GDiDc?si=KtbVybtoQVr7FKDL)

Emergency surgery for Hernia 2014 (which he wrestled for some time while dealing with, see WWE.com article herehttps://www.wwe.com/shows/nightofchampions/2014/roman-reigns-breaking-news)

This list does not include FCW injuries, football injuries or his 2007 leukemia diagnosis durring which he was unhoused with a child on the way. And these are just the instances we know of!

Say what you will about Roman in kayfabe but do not minimize the struggles Joe has been through or his resilience. And if you're a Roman "fan" buying into the the rhetoric that he hasn't faced any adversity then as my dear friend @love-islike-abomb says, Please "Go whistle in the woods". IYKYK.

Oh and while we all here...

Acknowledge him, Bitches ☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾.

#i will defend joe anoa'i with my life #no shade tho to most of c*dy nation #but be so fuckin for real #roman reigns #the tribal chief #wwe roman reigns #head of the table #the head of the table #the only one #joe anoa'i #the bloodline

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14carrotghoul · 7 months ago

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Fic Pride Weekend

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

Thank you to @cha-melodius for tagging me! Have added so many of y'all's wonderful fics to my list from this tag game so I wanna see what y'all are proudest of! Tagging @read-and-write- @dumbpeachjuice @sherryvalli @cultofsappho

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @suseagull04 @indomitable-love @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland

@orchidscript @xthelastknownsurvivorx @inexplicablymine @junebugclaremontdiaz @myheartalivewrites and anyone else that wants to share their personal favorites!!!!

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces

[...]Thirdly, and most importantly, the music that’s playing is his music, not some flowery French waltz. These are songs that he’s heard since before he could talk. Songs that remind him of Saturday drives with his dad hunting down their favorite flavors of Helados at several grocery stores (mamey for his dad; pecan for himself). Of cleaning with his grandmother when she babysat until she dropped everything to watch her novelas. Smearing masa on corn husks until his fingers went pruny on Christmas Eve. Raucous birthday parties that are responsible for his well-earned anxiety near bouncy castles.

Solo Déjame Estar Junto a Ti

Alex nods decisively and says, “H, you are my choice and the absolute love of my life. I love you and I love your heart and I love your mind and I love the way you’re about to freak the fuck out when I say you have bewitched me, body and soul – ” he pauses because Henry’s chest positively heaves with a sob “ – and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” His smile widens and he opens the box. “Henry Fox, will you marry me?

True Blue

Henry wades further into the ocean, the Ionian lapping gently against his ribs before he tugs Alex closer and cradles him, whispering poetry in his ear, all sun-kissed skin and besotted smiles; his own private sun tucked safely in his embrace, nourishing him with his endless blaze.

Henry helps. Of course he helps but he's not always enough to cut through his cyclone of a brain; he hasn't been around when he fucks up and cracks under the pressure and spirals into panic attacks and unwise pulls of Maker's Mark straight from the bottle. Henry is there, holding him and helping him breathe and it makes him love him so much more for staying and fear far more deeply because eventually everyone leaves. Henry insists he never will but he doesn't get it he doesn't get it he doesn't get it. He is so alone and he is never alone - not as long as he's getting secretly photographed by fellow students at the library or being blasted on Fox News as their latest scapegoat for everything wrong with America or taking selfies with a barista when all he wants is a triple shot mocha and a fucking break.

Impossible to Ignore, Impossible to Ignore

His brain is a perpetual maelstrom of immigration law and prayers in Nahuatl and stupid shit like Fergie singing the national anthem. It never shuts the fuck up. However, just being in Henry's presence makes everything else fade away. Wait… FUCK. Henry looks away, alerting Alex to the fact that he's been staring at him in silence like a total weirdo. For good reason, though, because even though he never entertained the idea that he's into guys, Henry's face - even when exhausted and gray - is inarguable proof of a higher power. Like aurora borealis or the first time he heard Dreams by The Cranberries.

A Love That Haunts the Land [I am particularly proud of the bonkers plot and characterization in this, especially Pez and Raf, but also Nora's introduction below fills me with so much fucking joy]

Alex lives with his best friend/ex-girlfriend/sister-in-law Nora, who Henry meets for the first time while half-naked (and not the half he would've preferred). She waltzes into the flat with a mischievous glint in her eye, slides onto the couch with them, and steals the remote for their sound system without saying a word. A few seconds later, she's blasting “WAP” and brutally murdering whatever shred remained of the mood while Henry clutches a throw pillow between his legs and begs desperately for the ever-so-elusive release of death. "Do you, like, mind?" Alex yells over the mantra of there’s some whores in this house.

two homes (side by side)

His deep laugh kicks with the power of a bucking bronco, taking the whole room into hysterics with him – especially if the little ones are around (and they are always around). Abuelo Alex warms the space and fills it with grand and irreverent energy. He weaves tales so magical the kids don't believe him until one of them will chirp, “Is it true, Grandpa Henry?” And he nods sagely, if only to hear them gasp with delight.

Tiempo de Vals

Before they call it and head back, Alex warns, "FYI, June has a crush on the other guys in the court that aren't related to her. So - you know - you're in the danger zone." "That won't be a problem." Henry blushes again (seriously, does this guy have a condition?) which makes it harder to believe him. "June's not the type of person I'm interested in, and she knows it." Alex half-jokes, "Why not? Are you racist or something?" "I'm gay," Henry answers with an amused huff. Without missing a beat, Alex kisses his teeth in mock disappointment and drawls, "Dodging the question, I see." Henry rolls his eyes and can't help but smile. "You're a menace." "Well, you're not beating the racism allegations with that attitude."

#my writing #rwrb fic #tag games #im super interested to see what y'all choose as your favorite passages!!!#also fun to compare my fave passages out of my works to what gets quoted back in comments

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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OKAY SIS HEAR ME OUT! flatmate!matty scenario where they've spent the first couple of nights cuddled up together and it's been very hot and intimate, no kissing or sex though. the reader is obviously worked up af when they wake up because matty is just holding her TIGHT and whispering sweet nothings to her ear all morning and it's just so sexy and does not help her horny state at all. she wants to take a shower before breakfast so matty suggests that he'd be more than happy to prepare the breakfast while she's in the shower. he's so cute asking her what she wants to have and making a very detailed mental list about her wishes. so she goes to take the shower and her entire body is just ACHING for matty so she starts touching herself while she's in there and of course, matty has some sort of a question about what fruits she wants to have with her yoghurt and goes ask her that but hears the shower run and her MOANING and whimpering behind the door so he's like oh-......OH!!! he rushes back to the kitchen cause he doesn't want to be a perv (it's way too early to ask if she need any help with what she's up to). she finishes herself and the shower and goes to the kitchen in matty's robe, all fresh and cute and matty triple checks if he got her breakfast wishes right and she's like oh yes, babe it's perfect <3 and then he admits to her that he came to ask what sort of fruits she'd wanted to have with her yoghurt but heard the shower already run so he didn't want to bother her and just added every fruit he could think of (which she finds so cute cause there's almost more fruits than the yoghurt itself). she realises matty heard her touching herself while moaning his name and her cheeks start heating up and so does matty's and they're just so cute and shy about it. neither one of them brings it up, however, until they actually have sex. idk i'm sorry this is so long but WHAT DO YOU THINK OMG!

i think this is incred and if you wrote it i would read it!!

but yeah like idk how you two do it - you share a bed with matty all the time and then wake up and have deeply intimate chats while snuggling him and you're NOT a couple??? madness. it does get to you - you wake up h word (which is a normal thing btw) in matty's bed one morning and you're literally clenching every muscle in your body to stop yourself moaning and/or grinding on him involuntarily while he's all gravelly-voiced and sleepy and pliable and messy-haired and warm and almost-fucking-NAKED spooning you. so you're like "is it cool if i have the shower first?" just to escape the sitch and matty's like "of course darlin', i'll get started on breakfast while you're in. what d'you fancy? still got some of that honey left from when you had that awful hayfever (a.n. look at me with my easter eggs! taylor jenkins reid found d*ed! that was a joke btw), maybe something with that?", and you're like oh shit i'm horny AND lovesick for him i am going to die ANYWAY "iced coffee, yoghurt and some honey mixed in with fruit at the side, please, babe". and matty's like "ooh. raspberries? strawberries? blueberries? kiwi?" literally listing everything you bought in your aldi haul yesterday lol, and you make your decision and matty literally repeats it back to you totally seriously to make sure it's right (like the former chinese-restaurant delivery boy he is lmao) and goes "ok sweetheart you hop in the shower and i'll start assembling it", and you're like "perfect thank you babe i won't be long!". but then when he's in the kitchen, matty gets so distracted thinking about how cute you are that he's like "wait. did she want raspberries or strawberries?" and scoots along to the bathroom to ask, but stops dead in his tracks when he hears you WHINING his name and swearing over the sound of the shower - bless you, it all got too much for you and you literally had no choice but to use that removeable showerhead on yourself to relieve the desire a bit. i think matty's first thought would be a very horny mental image of you all naked and soapy and sexual, but then he's like oh fuck ew i'm not a creep not a weirdo but what the hell am i doing here i can't ask her about her fruit choices now and heads back to the kitchen, where he makes an executive decision to put raspberries in your breakfast and tries not to imagine what you were doing to yourself (he fails miserably). and like you said, you wander in looking very relaxed (😉) and cute in a robe you stole from matty (who stole it from a hotel) and go "ooh this looks amazing!" and matty's like "you're sure i did it right? with the raspberries?", and you're like "yes? we double checked it?" and matty goes all bashful like "i got distracted and forgot what it was you said lol i did go to the bathroom to try and catch you pre-shower to ask, but i could hear the water when i got closer so i just left it". and at first you're like "aww" and then internally you're like OH SHIT HE HEARD ME MOAN HIS NAME and yeah breakfast is a little bit quieter that morning than usual lol. and yeah, i think matty would ABSOLUTELY take the piss a little bit when he eventually reveals he heard you that day, and you facepalm and almost die of embarrassment - that is, until matty appeases you by asking you to shower with him and show him what you were getting up to that morning, which you happily do before he rails you over the bathroom counter lol <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #flatmate!matty

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cupidsdescendant · 2 years ago

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Mercs X Sweet Tooth G/N!

Hey yall! It’s been a while since I wrote a short head canon list for the mercs and so I decided to write this! I really have been getting into writing actual one shot stories instead of lists so that’s why my posts have been so slow ^___^ I’m thinking about making a version of this one for the creepy pasta characters to go back to fanfic roots ;-; anyways, g’day! Mwah XOXOXO

Scout:

-Very happy

-“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite one? Really! Mine too!” He takes out your favorite candy in response

-You both like staying up at 3 am eating random sweets

-The sugar rush hits both of you SOOOOO hard. Running across the fort, double, fuck it, triple jumping all around and screaming violently.

- You both literally laugh at almost every thing the mercs say even if it’s not funny or relevant and both laugh at each other laughing so hard. Your laughs become even wheezier when you both cannot speak and it’s both of you mumbling and laughing and your mumbling.

-Just as much as the rush gets you the crash hits harder than the market crash of 2008. Both of you are literally so tired you guys can’t even get up. Eyes sore, legs weak, body tired, everything hurts after literally sonic speeding everywhere. You both wake up holding each other or spooning <3.

-Instead of a hot steamy cup of coffee in the morning you wake Scout up by sitting on top of him and feeding him lemon heads and sour gummy bears.

-You like to throw gummies and candies into his mouth during fights just to play around and it helps with a speed boost

-Although Scout loves candy his favorite is of course: B o n k

-And you both drink it religiously! At this point you both have it in an IV put up into your veins.

-Scout and you have so much fun with candy. You both go to candy stores together and have fun picking out candies and sodas. Once you both get home you guys would eat eat eat, lose your mind and sleep for the rest of the night ^___^

Soldier:

-He doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, but once you give him one he goes a little crazy

-Once, you gave him a chocolate bar and he rocket jumped to space and didn’t come back for at least 3 days

-Soldier finds you alone eating a 12 pack of mini cupcakes to yourself and he gasps “Dear god!”

-“mfwhaht-?” Y/N said mouth full of white cake and frosting. CANNIBALISM!!” He screams pointing at you in horror

-“HoW!?” Y/N yelled out, Soldier ran over and ran his hand on Y/N’s chin “My cupcake is eatin’ a cupcake!”

-He loves a good ol' fashion American Cherry pie

-Coke is his favorite drink

-He mostly enjoys milk chocolate and whoppers

-Always makes sure they're made in America

Pyro:

-you know em, Pyro is a maniac for that typa shit. Way even more than Scout

-Give them a jolly rancher and he'll spend half of the time rolling around in circles laughing and banging his head on the wall

-her brain is already filled with sunshine and rainbows but once you add candy- it's full blown candy land

-they like to make you dance a lot when he's hyper on candy! Always spinning you around and around <3

-He likes hoping around too. He acts kinda like a little bunny ;w;

-Pyro and you basically just run around setting everything on fire without a care in the world

-His favorite candy...? All of em! Lollipops and sour-sweet ones are his favorites.

-They propose to you with a ring pop

Demoman:

-he can handle some sweet things but he's not a big fan

-But when you mix a sugar rushed Y/N with a drunk Demo it's alllllllll chaos.

-You both love doing karaoke when you're out of yall's minds, screaming violently to songs or crying to sad ones

-Probably have a super duper upper crazye rap battle too

-When you both crash you find each other on the other sides of the rooms but when you both wake up you go and cuddle.

-You both try and get sober from your addictions but fail and the next weekend is the same lol

-Like I said, Demo doesn't really like candy. The only ones he'd eat is going to be mixed with alcohol or root beer ones

Heavy:

no comment. these are his favorite

Engineer:

-being from the south, he loves moon pies and other pies in general

-Engi loves maple taffy and whenever it's winter time he makes them with the mercs or just enjoys them by himself

-He loooves taffy and Rocky Road!!

-Pie is also his favorite, Pumpkin pie specifically. He always likes to eat it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream

-All of the sweet things he eats are always warm and relaxing and so you both like to cozy up together and eat together

-Engineer always has to hold you down when you get a little hyper and he has to tell you to relax

-Gets overwhelmed trying to calm you down and eventually gives up but you decided to sit next to him when you can't find him

Medic:

-always warns you about cavities and tells you not to eat so much sweets

-He usually hides the fact that he eats soo much candy.

-Considering Medic is German he eats mostly German candy and chocolates but he's afraid to admit he likes American candies a lot

-He likes to eat sour candies but his taste in things is a lot more "luxury" and so he eats mostly dark chocolate

-Def the kind of guy to say he's not eating chocolate or candy and have stains all over his clothes and mouth

-Medic's manic-ness and your hyper-ness when you're on a sugar rush is. terrifying. Both of you don't stop and you both cannot.

-Both of you go on the most crazy adventures. Once you both woke up with your limbs detached and the other time you guy's switched bodies

Sniper:

-Sniper doesn't eat sweets. periodt.

-He usually just watches you go coo coo through his rifle and chuckles to himself

-even though he doesn't eat anything sweet he think it's so cute that you love sweets so much

-He goes out his way to always buy you candy when he has the time and his favorite part is holding it while you chomp into it

-Once he saw you eating oreos and he called you cookie monster and you didn't know how to feel

-He's very neutral with everything tbh..

-You always try to convince him to eat it but he just can't do it

-So he'll eat something savory while you eat something sweet so he can interact and hang out with you

Spy:

-He loves chocolate croissants...okay sorry for the french joke lmao

-seriously though he's french! France has the most bomb fucking sweets and desserts ever

-He loves Macarons, Éclairs, Profiterole and crepes

-He also really loves to tell you the history of those desserts and loves sharing his culture with you!!! <3

-He tries to calm you down whenever you have a sugar rush and usually forces you to sit down and eat desserts while he reads to you

-Loves to wipe off the cream or frosting off your face and say some horny french bullshit

-You alwaysssss beg Spy to make French pastries and he reluctantly agrees

-You both spend hours in the kitchen making food together and flirting. It's a really cute moment.

-During breaks or lunch you both eat your pastries together <333

okay so it's been a while since I posted. Hey yall! Hope you like this one <3 stay cute! Mwah xoxoxo

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bbqhooligan · 3 months ago

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oh yk if you have another ask like that sitting in your inbox maybe i did remember to send it before lol. whatever either way i appreciate your choices because goddamn i can’t breathe after looking at that post. i swear if he was taller (personally i think his height makes him more attractive but that’s just me i guess) he would be all over peoples lists of most attractive men he is GORGEOUS. i’ve got another question if you feel like thinking about it: what are your favorite voices and weird little noises he makes in his songs? i love the vocal choices he makes it adds so much texture to his music (plus i think it’s cute but um anyway)

hed def be more popular if he was tall hes already buff and pretty but such is the life of a short king smh. im glad you enjoyed the pics lol we need kenny beauty appreciation!!! more!!!! MORE! and the voices. god the voicess. they get me so bad bro i dont know if i should make this list (lying) (wants to make it)

alright so i was legit taken aback by his voice in Kings Dead because effects and filters and whatnot aside his voice sounds like BROKEN GLASS. its so crazy interesting to me how does he do that. hes giving me synesthesia like what.

he sometimes increases his accent and it feels like gravity tripled in force. when he hits that put the wrong label on me flow in not like us i scrunch into a little ball like crunched paper.

OH OH ok so in his older songs kendrick mostly raps in that nasally voice or just normal but when you watch interviews he SPEAKS in this voice i can only describe as a chainsmoking air conditioner, its both deep and cold (?) and the examples in songs would be backstreet freestyle or fuckin problems verse. love that voice. i imagine he was pushing his voice into that because its not like that anymore but damn its got such dimension, coming straight from his chest.

OH H OH FUCKK one of my favorites is also The Recipe voice, kendrick hits that one aggressive flow and SOUNDS like his voice is trying to beat the shit out of you. ladies its not my fault that its 80 degrees and my top peeled off. damn he sounds so hot in that yeeesh.

of course i gotta mention his car engine RRRRRRRRRRRR in the live baby keem family ties god it goes so hard. just straight up growling ok ok ok ok

god im going thru my playlist and theres no way this list ends. his voice is so strong in alright. what you want you? nothing king keep going

that mr get off snippet both has him panting and the breathy GYAH GYAH man im done im losing it

#mypost #kendrick lamar #k.#askbox #anon and me being stupid attracted to kenny keep scrolling

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malicesaintoverseer · 3 months ago

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Loose Killaz - Caio Henrique 🫳🏻🎤

[Verse 1: NECRO] I verbally urinate on you, I'm pure hatred I'm infuriated, you're just a human waste and I'm Still killing the tripulation you're a faggot who Likes to lick these dick vibrators and needing defibrillators I'm like A-Hitler the dictator apply a kick to your ribcage Then pull the laser and annihilate you like Olivia in Premonition You need a clout of recognition so that's why your whore Keep fucking our crew for days And smashing nuts like Johnny Cage My bullet pierces the atmosphere I roll through you with a gyrosphere Suck a horse! Yeah, I'm known for fucking corpse Fucking necrophilia, pussy Emilia, it's a NECRO paraphilia Regina's chlamydia is so deadly then my flow heavy is Like the hands of Robert Chambers chocking Jennifer Levy (Whoo!) Drop jewels, knocking fools, popping tools: Rock it Get your hands away from my pockets, I'll tie your body to a rocket Public masturbation, human beings evisceration We'll get the blood gushing like a fucking head decapitation Dr. Loomis with a Glock and rifle popping Michael Then he eat these shots like it's nothing And then the psycho is gonna knife you

[Verse 2: Richard Chase] Bleed ether lethal, my soul keeps suffering Now why the heck your mouth keeps Coughing my delicious cow-shit stuffing? Fags dancing Ragatanga bang bang Winter Soldier Steamroller, king cobra, bang bitch on a sofa Spit coka, either rap songs or get slapped on Get checked on, hit your chest gone from Teflon Sap bombs, make a move or get moved on Face down to disfigurate, hit your waist with the Hammers from the Triple H Call me Guevara, guerrilla killer, Zilla's problem The gorilla Maguila, elephant stomping I impress in the cypher yes Body's caught in the spider web Down the drain, mortal remains High-off meds I do damage from a sniper's lead Raise the dead using necromancy and laugh instead So while you're gunning motherfuckers asleep I'll do awake, homicide and suicide will destroy your fate

[Verse 3: Pazuzu] So who is better? Since you never sever Every letter for cheddar, the Beretta will rip sweaters I flip letters like Vanna White when I rhyme Magma lava will dismantle the mic Cameras, lights, the wrong is the right We lick this shot, real hip-hop, the steel Glock Popped my own pops, so he just dropped, shots to the top And to the crotch, reload it and pop, Fred Krug shit So y'all lose it, show y'all how to do it, you leak fluids I move quick telekinetics, I got the Bruce Lee kick-off In my genetics, you need medics, my methods break bones Like being smashed by a anvil in the ocean I'm the devil orb floating and that's so grim My flow Sam, nigga Samhain, now check my temper Throwing darts on my mom's severed head like Ed Kemper Burn me? Nah, Zero tolerated I look like the Boomer zombie whenever I'm constipated

[Verse 4: MAD] The screams from the Hell cell got the Devil panickin' As you niggas rocking gold chains, I rock you with Pinhead chains The Hellraiser, Hell eraser, not the raiser, pay attention What you're writin', bitch, when I enter the song lookin' like Charles Whit when he's snipin' shit, blood from my pen When it leaks everytime, I will travel back in time To erase your every rhyme, while your body is tortured By the Islam, tell how much you love your fam' And your list is totally overrated with no Big L or Pun The propane burst, I react with feeling no pain 'Cause I'm that unstoppable when I'm listening to Cobain Schemin' on these niggas with decisions of incisions Been through more vaginas than Sam Little been through prisons Multiple acts of rage out there flowin' the hate hard I'll kill every race so stop with the race card I don't hear nuthin' 'cuz the beat stays bumpin' and Merciless Alex Mercer choppin' homies if they frontin' I'll slice your ears off and give this nigga a deaf death It's the verbal Holocaust with the Hitler resurrectin' it

[Verse 5: Mr. Hyde] This track is just a madness, your trach is kicked and smashed You're banished I'm outlandish eat the whole Metheny sandwich Manipulate semantics, my randomness is ransomless The mic's on my hand kid, I plan to take advantage A dangerous substance, we cranium-bust the suffering Your lungs look like something straight outta a King's thing I'll send you to the pit of Hell, the demon rape gon' fit you well It's not like I care about it, sex Samara in the deepest well Cutthroat Ronaldo right after he makes a goal Because selling his organs in the black market is my goal Diss everything, I'm sickening, the lights keep blinking in Apocalyptic beginning when we start to bring the victims And we're damage-inflicting the system just got extinguished We'll burn you to a frequency you're like a crispy KFC recipe Pull the heat and blast the block as I start the master plot Watch me rock the place like a earthquake aftershock

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pure-garbage · 3 months ago

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Hunt For The Earring! Honing The Sense That Is Haki

Chapter Warnings: Violence, Language, Injury

"One last time," Lana snarled, holding the last conscious bounty hunter up by her hair. Their den was completely wrecked in the wake of her rampage, bodies strewn across the room in varying states of defeat.

"Unless you want to end up like your buddies, I suggest you tell me where I can find Vin."

"Vin left a while ago!" the woman gasped past a mouthful of blood. She spit out a few teeth, then went on. "H-he didn't say where he was going!"

Lana believed her. She let her fall to the ground, running bloodied fingers through her own hair in frustration.

"Gah! Damn it!"

Her mind raced and she prepared to leave. All she could think about was finding Vin.

'I'll scour this entire town if that's what it takes! I'm not leaving without Zoro's earring!'

Banging on the door interrupted her enraged thoughts.

"Oh thank god!" the woman at her feet groaned. "The marines are finally here!"

"Crap!"

Lana had completely forgotten that they were coming for her. She made a break for the room where she and Alan had been imprisoned. A glance through the hole she'd made in the wall told her that the coast outside was clear.

'The marines expected a clean hand-off. There's a chance they didn't even believe these bounty hunters caught the right lockpick. The didn't send a lot of men.'

Lana made a break for it, dashing through dark streets away from the commotion rising behind her.

'This town isn't that big... but it's unfamiliar and time isn't on my side! Once the marines find out I'm really here, I don't know how far they might go to lock this island down! Enies Lobby was bad enough, but after Luffy's involvement at Marineford, our crew is high on the navy's shit list. How long can I really risk staying?'

"If I was thieving, low-life bounty hound scum, where would I go?" she muttered. "Bars, brothels... I definitely don't have time to check them all! Damn it!"

'I wonder... could I use haki to find him?'

Lana crossed her arms over her chest as a cloud crossed the brightly glowing moon overhead, obscuring some of its light. She'd been training vigorously to increase her physical strength and stamina, but she hadn't neglected her observation haki either. The work she'd done to refine it had extended the time frame she was able to glimpse. Now, she found herself wondering if she could extend its spatial range as well if she concentrated.

'Why not?' she decided. 'It's at least worth a try.'

When she used haki to predict an opponent's movements, Lana was aware that she was using a sense detached from the physical ones she typically used to interact with the world.

'It's like I'm feeling their energy with mine and reading it to gauge their intentions.'

Without a teacher, Lana was forced to rely on her own intuition and the definitions she was able to glean from her limited experience.

As soon as Lana tried out the new technique, she realized her hunch was exactly right.

'I can tell how many people are in the buildings around me!'

The extra sense afforded her a meager ten feet at first, but the instant she tightened her focus, she felt that radius nearly triple.

'This is a neat trick. This could really come in handy!' she thought, feeling a little burst of glee despite her current quandary.

Lana swept through the streets, hood pulled high while she canvassed the town. After fifteen minutes, she neared the docks.

'If I'd have known we'd get into so much trouble here, I would have moored further down the coast,' she lamented internally, hoping that no one realized Old Man's Morry's boat was hers and Alan's.

A familiar presence took her mind off her worrying.

"Got you, bastard!" she smirked. A tavern, just as she'd suspected.

Vin was inside, nursing a drink, locked into a noisy game of cards. Lana strode over and planted a hand on the edge of the large table, nudging Vin's stack of chips over and scattering them.

"I'm here for my earring!" she announced, cutting off his angry cries. "Give it back!"

"The hell are you doing!" Vin slurred in surprise. "If you know what's good for you, you'll run before I finish this hand!"

"Idiot. If I was gonna run, I'd already be long gone. Now hand it over!"

"Vin, you need 'ta step out?" a man called from across the table.

"Nah, this one didn't put up much of a fight the first time around," Vin chuckled. "I'm not sweating it."

"Ignore me and you'll regret it," Lana warned him.

"Settle, doll. You'll get your turn soon enough," Vin assured her.

Lana eased off the table while Vin reviewed his cards. Lips curling disdainfully, she seized a handful of his hair and slammed his head into the table with abrupt brutality. The other players reacted, some exclaiming while one or two jumped up. One laughed raucously while Lana did it agin, then a third time. Blood spattered over the wood, staining the cards across the table. Satisfied, Lana shoved Vin back, tipping his chair over and sending him sprawling onto the floor.

"Hand it over or I'll beat it out of you, she threatened, looming over him.

'Knife!'

Lana moved her foot lazily out of the path of his disoriented slash, then slammed her heel down onto his wrist. He cried out and dropped the blade. Lana bent to retrieve it, digging its point into his chest.

"Think about going for that pistol!" she dared him, teeth bared in an expression that could have been a grin or a snarl. "Pleas try it. Give me an excuse!"

She patted his pockets down while he lifted his free hand in surrender, groaning as the knife broke his skin.

"Where the hell is my earring?" she demanded.

"Left pocket! Stop, you're- you're gonna skewer me!"

He gripped her wrist desperately while she thrust her hand into his pocket.

"Liar! Where is it?!" Lana raged. She drew the knife back, preparing to strike.

"No I swear! I didn't take it out since I took it off you! I- I was gonna use it if I went bust, to bail myself out! Please don't stab me!"

"Stab?! I'm not just going to stab you!" Lana shouted, fury contorting her features hideously as she rose to stand over him. "I'm going to redefine pain for our entire generation unless you give it back!"

"Please, I don't-"

"Valkyries' Wrath!"

Her aura enveloped the borrowed knife, the phantom steel extending the blade until it was the length of a greatsword. Murmurs of shock swept through the room. Any eyes not already on the fight were drawn by the pearlescent glow emanating from Lana's attack as it gained power, filling the air in the tavern with a resonant thrum.

"You have NO IDEA what you took from me!" Lana yelled, blue fire blazing in her eyes as she faced the possibility that she may have lost Zoro's earring. She hoisted the manifested blade over her head, ready to cleave the man in twain to at least exact revenge for her loss.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there, love!"

A new voice gave her pause. It was too late to stop her momentum, but Lana was able to divert the attack. Patrons screamed and ducked as the sword flew, spinning wildly. Once it left Lana's grasp, the glow of her aura faded, leaving only the knife behind. Even so, the force with which she'd thrown it sent it tearing straight through the wall. Shrieks from outside informed the bars patrons that it had managed to make its way through the shop next door before stopping at last, embedded to the hilt three walls away.

Vin lay motionless on the floor at Lana's feet, out cold from pure terror. She turned her livid glare to the man who'd interrupted her. It was the same man who'd laughed earlier while she assaulted Vin.

"What?!" she demanded.

"Just figured I'd let you know he really doesn't have it," the man informed her. "I saw some kid lift it off him not too long ago."

"Some kid?! What'd he look like?! Where'd he go?!"

"Scrawny, blue cloak, purple hair," the stranger offered.

'Sounds like Alan... but...'

"And just who the hell are you anyway?!" Lana demanded, leaving Vin to approach this new character. He had his boots kicked up on the table, arms crossed over a leather vest. Piercing green eyes watched Lana intently past long, dark curls that dangled messily in his face. He tossed them back absentmindedly.

"For all I know, you're the one who lifted it and you just want to get me out of here as fast as possible," Lana reasoned suspiciously.

"If I lifted it, I would have kept my mouth shut, love," the man assured her with a cocky grin. "Why draw attention to myself if I had anything to hide?"

"Why draw attention to yourself otherwise?! This scum a friend of yours or something?!"

"Or something. As of our last hand, he owes me five hundred berries, and dead men don't pay their debts," the man explained smoothly.

Lana considered his words.

'He described Alan accurately... he can't be that lucky. And Alan did say he would make amends for causing me trouble. I guess he could have followed Vin from their headquarters. In that case, he's most likely waiting for me at the ship like the idiot he is.'

"If I don't find what I'm looking for, I'm gonna come back here looking for you instead," Lana threatened the man.

"Or maybe I'll find you first, love," the man winked back.

'What a weirdo,' Lana thought.

She was out of time. A pair of marines entered the tavern to investigate the disturbance. Fingers turned on Lana in droves. She didn't feel like fighting marines, so she drew her cloak tight around herself and crash out through a window instead. She landed in a roll, leaped back to her feet and took off running. She lost the marines long before she approached Old Man Morry's boat. Even from a distance, she could make out Alan's figure pacing back and forth restively near the bow.

"Alan! You moron!"

"You're so mean," he grumbled.

"I tracked down the bounty hunter who took Zoro's earring, but he didn't have it," she scowled.

"Yeah, about that..."

Alan pulled the earring from his pocket with an expression full of poorly repressed pride. Moonlight glinted off gold as Lana heaved a massive sigh of relief. She accepted it from him, fastening it to her left ear again gratefully.

"I know you want me to leave you alone," Alan said dejectedly. "And I will, but I wanted to do something to apologize before we part ways. So I followed the bounty hunter and lifted the earring."

"Okay, but since you didn't tell me you were doing all that, I was ready to stay here all night searching for it," Lana pointed out.

"Oh. I guess you're right," Alan realized.

"If someone hadn't tipped me off, I wouldn't have come back to the ship. Then what were you gonna do? If I never showed up back here."

"All your stuff is here, you would have come back for it," Alan grumbled defensively.

"Not if the marines arrested me! My point is, you never think anything through! Which I'm honestly used to dealing with, 'cause my captain's the same way... but Luffy is also the strongest person I know! He can get himself into any mess and then out again, but you... you're just Alan! All you've got is quick fingers! You need to start thinking before you act!"

"I know, you're right," Alan sighed. "Look, it won't be your problem after tonight, so just lay off me about it, okay?"

"Alan?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and get on the boat."

"Really?! You forgive me?!"

"I didn't say that. Be less of a pain in my ass and I'll consider it."

"Aye-aye, cap'n!"

"I'm not a captain. Just unmoor the damn boat and let's go before the marines blockade the island."

"Roger that."

Lana sighed wearily, but decided to concentrate on escaping.

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grimaldiapologist · 2 years ago

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Yikes so. COVID was fine. Triple-vaccinated, no big deal, just a sore throat and a 38c fever for three days, feeling ill for about five before starting to get better.

The second week though

holy shit the second week

So we're COVID negative. NOT feeling it. First it was the cough, which, whatever, it happens, we knew about that. Then the other night we woke up to our fingers being about three times the usual size, can't make a fist, hands and left foot absolutely covered in swollen, bright red rash. Called the urgent care evaluation about it, got told it's nbd, chill on it for the night, if it's still bad tomorrow call the local clinic and see if they want to see you for it.

Went back to bed because suddenly we have 0% battery in the body, woke up with our fingers now four times the usual size and h o l y s h i t the rash. Like holy shit every splotch we'd had of it had grown about triple the size and it itched in waves like mad. Also? Every time we'd turned from one side to another while sleeping, we'd vaguely wake up to our horizon spinning so fucking hard it made us queasy, but this isn't the first time for that so it was whatever. Vertigo is whatever. We've been bedridden with vertigo before for about two weeks and it is whatever.

Spent about 30 minutes sitting in a call queue to the clinic, nurse thought the situation was fine, put us on the call list for the doctor. In like, one and a half hours, the doc called us, listened to our symptoms, and told us to hike it 40 minutes by car (we don't own a car) to the nearest non-crowded urgent care to get it checked out.

Called a taxi (78 euros. :) Mum's money, we can't pay this shit) and rode to the urgent care, sat there for a while. Doc examined the rash and said it's allergic. The theme here is that every nurse thinks it's post-viral, and every doctor thinks it's allergic, consensus all around is that it's hives. Post-viral makes sense to us, allergic doesn't, but as a consequence of not having a real answer, we're now thoroughly terrified that anything we've been eating for weeks now (WE HAVE NOT EVEN LEFT THE HOUSE. THERE IS NOTHING NEW AROUND HERE) might trigger anaphylaxis, 99% likely for absolutely fucking nothing, because if this was food-related, it would have started within an hour of eating, not during a 10 hour sleep period. But whatever, we're now afraid of everything we put in our mouths.

Treatment plan: just survive it bro, keep popping antihistamines and dabbing on some hydrocortisone and it'll be fine in a few days and if it isn't, uh, have fun. (We had two antihistamines left and the pharmacy doesn't open on Sundays, but whatever. We've survived so far.)

So the rash started to ease up yesterday, but the vertigo got so bad we had to navigate to the bathroom by hanging onto the walls. Again, this is mostly irritating, doctor recommended Epley maneuvre so we've been doing that a few times since. It might be helping. I don't know. I'm sitting upright at the computer at the moment so there's that.

HOWEVER. I FEEL SO FUCKING DISGUSTING ALL OVER BETWEEN THE RASH ITCHING IN VARIOUS PLACES ON MY BODY AND THE FUCKING VERTIGO JUST LURKING. We went like 20 hours without eating anything other than a couple dry pastries leftover from yesterday because it's fucking impossible to eat anything when you feel this miserable, but feeling miserable doesn't stop you from starving.

Guys........................................ I know this might surprise some of you, but............................. COVID is shit. I'm never going out of my house again (period, but) without wrapping my face and hands in 70 layers of protective, sterilised anti-germ gear. Which is bullshit because I'm supposed to be packing myself in the fanciest and largest movie theatre in the country tomorrow to watch the Avatar sequel with my mum but like. At this point I need to check if I can get a refund for the tickets and go later because I neither want to go see anything in 3D nor do I want to be having visitors for the next however many days. I just want to be in bed and be miserable.

Also every nurse has told us not to worry about the fact that we stay up for about 3 hours per time and then fall asleep and there's nothing to be done about it, apparently this is just how your body is after a serious viral disease. However,

knowing that my mum will not stop nagging us to do something, to fix this, to clean that, nonstop for the next few days? I think I'm going to crawl out of my itchy fucking skin and drain myself down a sewer.

#covid #please enjoy the absolutely random way our brain has distributed singular and plural pronouns in this post #It's been a wild couple days with people signing in and out at moment's notice #you may understand when the situation as a whole is considered #been a LOT of trying to survive the weirdest shit and not one single part in this system knows how to cope with all of this #so some of these are my memories some are not and apparently the division is extremely vague #anyways #k post #sysposting

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jeannereames · 2 years ago

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Following up on the ATG / H in the modern world thing, a bit of a weird question, but if they were transported from the ancient world to now, what do you think they would think about modern fashion? Styles, trends, materials, etc.? They’d probably be shocked about the sheer abundance of things, mass-produced fast fashion, wastefulness, I’m assuming. But from what you’ve said before ancient Greeks were eek about bodily modification, but given ATG was really curious about different people, do you think he’d nonetheless be delighted by the many things people do with themselves nowadays, across all genders (tattoos, piercings, etc.)? Or would he also go eek?

On the other hand, if ATG / H (either historically or as your story characters) were reborn in this world as opposed to transported here from their time, what would you see them wearing? Or enjoying wearing?

I think clothing would probably be pretty low on the list of surprises for either of them. 😭 I can only imagine their fascination with both the speed of communication and the ready availability of information. A smart phone would be a revelation.

Speed of travel, too. Alexander could fly the entire length of his empire in HOURS, not years.

Also, imagine the impact of the ability to photograph, videotape, and videorecord, not to mention the increasingly common process of photogrammetry (3D imaging)?

That’s what I think would just UTTERLY BLOW HIS/THEIR MIND.

Proliferation of stuff would, I suspect, mostly annoy Alexander, including clothing. Double- and triple-packaging, overuse of plastic. But he’d adore microwaves. Instant food! Reheat my coffee! And boy, would he love coffee. And energy drinks. (But I don’t think he’d take up smoking. He was rather picky about smells, and smoking would offend his nose, I suspect.)

In terms of modern styles, I can’t see him wearing *trousers*. The Greeks had such an aversion to them that, even when he adopted Persian dress, trousers were one of the few items he just couldn’t bring himself to don. Can you imagine his reaction to skinny jeans? Or, for that matter, a 3-piece suit?

Given that, for male clothing, he might not have a lot of other options, he might stick to shorts. I can’t see him adopting women’s tunics (which usually take leggings anyway). Depending on his circumstances, he might insist on making/having made for him standard Greek/Macedonian tunics + cloak. Can you imagine a meeting of the G-20 with everybody in suits/pantsuits … except ATG in a tunic, linen cuirass, and cloak? LOL. (And he would not give a shit if he stood out; he’d prefer it.)

As for bodily modification, he might not care what others did, but I can’t see him, in a million years, getting a tattoo. Like trousers, that’s just too outré—what barbarians do. Not even pierced ears. (That’s for sailors and barbarians.) But I think he would, after an initial adjustment, accept it well enough on other people. Just as he wouldn’t be caught dead in trousers, even as the new King of Asia, but if the Persians wore them, he didn’t care.

Can you see his reaction to some ultra-conservative type accusing him of being a sissy for prancing around in a “dress” (tunic) instead of “proper pants like a Real Man”?

“Uh, dude, you wear pants because your precious little balls need extra insulation on horseback. REAL MEN don’t need no stinkin’ trousers! I have Balls of Steel!”

Gotta love the cultural clashes…. But that’s the level of cultural aversion here. Can you imagine a rancher in Texas or Wyoming or Montana asked to wear a Greek tunic and think it cool? It’s pretty deeply embedded in us, what we believe makes us look “ridiculous.” And Alexander would think he looked ridiculous in trousers/jeans/etc.

ATG seemed to have had two basic ways of dressing: completely common, what-every-soldier-wears—“I don’t give a fuck just let me get my work done”—and decked out to the nines—“How much flash and purple can I possibly attach to my person for whatever party/ceremony I have to attend tonight?” He did “blue collar” and “black-tie affair”—not a lot of in-between: “business casual.” Depending on the weather, he might go for junk Tees (soft!) or flannel… (but yeah, what about the trousers/jeans/khakis?) for work wear. Dress up would be another matter.

Again, I just can’t picture the historical man letting anybody put him in a suit. It doesn’t compute for me. He’d invent his own style, based on ancient clothing fashion.

For Hephaistion, I think he’d have the same issues with trousers. I don’t know that he’d be as comfortable creating his own fashions, but he’d probably follow ATG’s lead on that score.

As for them born into todays world? Well, I think the same general trends apply. Alexander would have two modes: dress very well, or dress like he didn’t care. I think he’d like expensive jewelry: a gold men’s ring with a sapphire or ruby. And as for watches, forget Rolex. He’d have a Patek Philippe. He might opt for something unique, like a torque instead of a gold chain necklace. He’d enjoy cufflinks. He might or might not have a pierced ear, but I can’t see him going for a lot of piercings or tattoos. If he had a tattoo, it’d be where he could cover it up.

But again, if going to a party, he’ll dress to the nines, and might really like some spots of color. A bright red silk custom shirt. Or royal purple tie and pocket square. Or never mind that…an ascot. All this assumes he’s born and raised in Western areas. If he were born in other parts of the globe, obviously, he’d adjust to men’s formal wear there. I could see him going for some gorgeous Asian hanfu as a statement, or African dashiki or agbada. The basic thing is—he’s going to want the flash. Even before the Persian campaign, Macedonian elite engaged in gold accents on clothing and very fine weaving. But it was all upscale.

I can’t speak much for the historical Hephaistion, but my Hephaistion would be inclined to the subtle. Alexander might like the flash in fancy dress, but Hephaistion would prefer one really nice piece—say a good bracelet, necklace, ring, or a super-fine Italian tie and leather shoes. I could see him inclined to pierced ears, maybe tattoos, but not oodles of them, or unusual piercings. He’s just not—for me—a flashy guy. He wouldn’t wear eye-liner or paint his nails.

Except the hair. 😏 In the novels, he’ll eventually cut it, for practical reasons, but if he were in this day-and-age, he’d be rockin’ the manbun and neatly sculpted beard. I could even see him use some very understated hair jewelry or colorful dye in a single streak. He wants you to admire his hair. LOL.

#Alexander the Great #Alexander time travel #Hephaistion #Hephaestion #asks #Alexander the Great time travel #dancing with the lion #How would Alexander the Great dress if he lived now?

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paigeandsagesstuff · 2 years ago

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Fangs

Song: “This Is What Heartbreak Feels Like” by JVKE

POV: Your vampire boyfriend, Austin Butler ,catches you in the act. It leads to your first night with him.

Warning: p in v, unprotected sex (triple wrap that shit y’all), force orgasms, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, reader losses virginity, masturbating

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Master List Babes💋

"Fuck," You moaned while rubbing your clit as your fingers thrust inside you by the same hand touching your bud. Your hand moves underneath your F/C panties as you hold onto the metal bars of the bed frame with your free hand. You arched your back as the tingles run through your sweaty and quivering body. You felt your neediness rise while thinking about your longtime boyfriend, Austin.

"I'm close, Austin!"

Your fingers roughly thrust into your sopping cunt as you trace fast circles around your overstimulated clit.

"Oh, are you now?"

You felt as if you were losing your mind from hearing his demanding voice, but his piercing red eyes caught you off guard. A shriek left your lips, and you pulled your fingers out of your cunt. Your E/C met his golden ones from across the room.

"Aus, what are you doing here?"

"I heard your sweet little cries," he said with a stern face and his arms crossed, "I wanted to know what made you say my name like that."

"H-how did you hear me?" You blushed.

Austin walked closer to you, "You know that I'm not human. Drop the act."

You liked his stoic voice. You felt yourself stammer with your words, "I-."

He sat on your bed across and stared at your H/L H/C that draped over your shoulders. His golden gaze went to your F/C tank top, which showed a nice view of your cleavage. Austin took your hand and placed your palms against each other.

He leaned in, "A vampire."

You nibbled your lip and peered down shyly, "I know, but I couldn't help my feelings grow."

"Sweetness," he said and cupped your flush face. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

You smiled, and Austin kissed your plump lips while you leaned back onto your bed with him hovering over you, but his eyes turned black at the smell of your arousal.

"Baby, do you want this?"

"Yes, Austin," you whimpered, "I want you."

He growled and hungrily kissed your lips and slipped his hand underneath your top. He groped your breast and gave it a rough squeeze. You arched your back and moved your mouth from his to moan. He slid his tongue into your mouth where you battled for dominance, of course, he won. You two continued to kiss one another, and Austin moved his hand down to your wet core and rubbed your eager bud. You tangled your fingers in his golden locks and whined at his teasing.

"Austin, please," you begged, "just fuck me."

He smirked an inch from your bruised lips with a chuckle, "Sorry babe, but I need to prepare you."

You gasped at his words as he ripped your F/C panties off. Austin spread your legs and stared at your warm cunt.

"So wet, sweetness," he said and lowered his head between your thighs to kiss his way up towards your clit, which he licked lightly. You whined and tried to move to get more pressure, and you met his heated stare as Austin licked and sucked your clit. You latched onto his hair and moved your hips, but he placed his arm down so you would be still.

"Baby, it feels too good!" You quivered and tried to move away, but Austin stopped you, and you let out an excited moan for loving his dominant side of him as you tried to move. "Austin"

You arched your back when he slide two fingers into your cunt and thrust slowly, then roughly. You gripped the mental bars as your body moved from him making out with your pussy.

"Oo my god-Austin, I might-!" You cried out and came hard onto his face. Even though you were orgasming, he continued to lick and finger you. Your high came down, and Austin pulled away and watched in pride at how he made you cum so hard. He bites his lip to see your flushed face with your H/C sprawl onto your cotton pillows.

"So sweet, baby," He smirked.

"Stop teasing me," you shyly said.

He hovered over you to kiss your ear and whispered, "I love to tease you, my princess."

You whined as he ripped your tank top off and threw it off of you, which left you gasping as you watched him lower his pants and saw his big cock. Austin rubbed it against your clit while staring at you with his wine-colored eyes.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

He slowly entered you, and you silently gasped at the new feeling of being stretched. He's your first. Austin looked at you to check if you weren't hurt, but he cursed himself as a tear left your cheek, so he stopped to let you adjust. He leaned down, peppering kisses onto your delicate face.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked and kissed the tear away.

"It just hurts a little."

"Okay, let me know when to move," he said.

"Okay."

He waited, and then he felt you move your hips a little. Austin met your gaze and said, "Please move."

He does by thrusting slowly, and you lightly moaned. He picked up the speed, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and claw at his back, and the scratches healed as soon as they appeared.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

He smirked at you and kissed your gaping lips. Austin gripped onto a pillow next to your head out of pleasure as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He fathered his speed and placed his face between your neck as he hunched over your figure.

"Fuck baby," he moaned into your ear as you cried out.

"Austin, make me scream!"

His eyes turned black as he rocked his hips into yours roughly, and his body shook from his speed. The bed frame was hitting the wall, but you could care less about the neighbors' hearing. You let out a specific scream when he hit a sensitive spot, and he looked down and smirked, and you bit your lip harshly, causing a drop of blood to fall. Austin stopped and growled at the smell of it, but you grabbed him so he could taste it, taste you, and you both continued to make love. He sucked on the bit of blood, but you pulled away.

"I'm about to cum!"

"Wait for me, sweetness." He ordered. You clawed at him in protest but tried to hold off your orgasm. Your core clenched around his cock, making it hard for him.

"Shit, if you keep clenching, I won't last long." He said against your lips, "Cum now."

You did and exploded with pleasure along with Austin, and as you calmed down, he laid on top of you. He lifted himself and smiled at you.

You shyly looked at him, "Baby, you're making me blush."

He chuckled and pulled out of you and laid with you, pulling you closer by your waist.

"You're so sexy in bed."

You turned red and buried your face into his chest. Austin laughed and brought you out from underneath him.

He cupped your cheek, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too." You said and kissed his lips.

He kissed back and nibbled at your lips, but you pulled away shyly.

"Awe, you told me not too long ago that you wanted me to fuck you."

"Austin!" You said and lightly slapped his chest, which didn't hurt. You buried your face into his chest again.

"Y/N, show me your beautiful face or-."

"Or what?" You mouthed.

In a blink of an eye, you were pinned down to the bed with Austin hovering over you. You giggled at your attempt to free yourself, but there was no use.

"Austin!" You laughed.

"You poked the bear, sweetness."

"Maybe I wanted to see what the bear would do." You blushed with a smirk.

He matched your smirk and lowered his lips to yours, "Then you shall see."