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joonberriess · 1 year ago

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⊹₊ ⋆ “love it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,”

TAGS — squat-riding!oc, porn without plot, messy sex, slight degradation, dirty talkin, creampies, oc is a nasty pretty thing, she’s cute, jk is pussy-whipped here, oc rides him so good she has him MOANING out loud, blasphemy(?) idk jk is a little devious, oc as a cute coquette and jk as her hot grunge bf, mentions of cum eating

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Jungkook knew he was fucked the moment that soft “Jungkookie” left your lips, you were all he could think about for days.

Could anyone blame him though? Even as he sat behind you with his large hands massaging over your soft feet, he still couldn’t believe he had gotten this lucky. “You’re so quiet.” You softly hum while tossing him a look over your shoulder, “Somethin’ wrong?” You purse your glossy lips in a soft pout.

“Nothing baby.” Jungkook gently squeezed your delicate calf, “Just lost in thought I guess.” He shrugs.

You stare at him for a few moments before pausing whatever was playing on your laptop, you turn on all fours and crawl towards him, “Tell me,” you stop in front of him��knees on either side and your face inches away from his, “I wanna hear it.” You softly say while eyeing his lips and chains appreciatively.

Jungkook admires your own dangling necklace with a tiny gold cross hanging so innocently. He licks his lips and sits up, “Do you? Or are you just saying that so you can distract me,” he chuckles breathily, “greedy little thing you are. Can’t even go one second without trying something.” He squeezes your cherub cheek gently.

You playfully pout and tilt your head, “I just wanted an excuse to say I’ll make you feel better,” you gently sway your hips side to side, watching with a tiny grin as Jungkook’s eyes follow your soft round cheeks sitting so perfectly in your pink silk shorts, “unless you don’t wanna..?” You softly breathe out.

Jungkook runs his tongue over his lip as he stares back at you with hooded eyes, “Don’t wanna what, hm?” He’s fucking with you of course, he just wants to hear it come out your mouth.

“Lemme ride it,” you innocently say, “don’t you wanna make it nasty and messy until your cum’s drippin’ out?” You purr softly while leaning in to kiss his cheek and then his jawline, inching upwards towards his ear, “ ‘m so wet for you Jungkookie, feel me,” you whisper while guiding his tattooed hand towards your shorts, exhaling shakily in excitement as he dips his fingers into your panties and slots them right up against your sticky pussy lips.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, letting you latch on to his neck as you marked him up like this was the last time you were going to see him, “You little fucking minx,” he grunts, “greedy little pussy can’t go one day without a fuckin’, baby’s so desperate for cock aren’t you?” He grabs your chin and forces you to face him, “Hm?”

You nod with a tiny ‘mm-hm’, “Always want you, can’t help that you fill my pussy so good… Always leaves me drippin’ n wanting more.” You softly say against his lips while grinding against his fingers, “ ‘s not my fault you made me like this.” You bat your pretty lashes at him and purse your lips.

Jungkook curses under his breath and meanly pinches your clit, “Then get to it since you wanna act like a little bitch in heat,” he pulls his hand out and lands a hard smack across your ass. You moan softly and eagerly clamber on to his lap, he attacks your neck in a flurry of kisses while wildly sucking over your soft skin, “so fucking soft,” he mutters, “there you go baby, go ‘head and take my cock out, wanna watch you ride it like the filthy little slut you are.” He whispers low.

You tilt your head and press your lips to his, your hand makes quick work of pushing his boxers down his thighs until they sit under his balls. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cockhead leaking precum, some of it dribbles down his shaft leaving a clear trail of pearly white on his cock.

“Can I..?” You ask ever so politely while begging him with those puppy eyes and your lip between your teeth.

Jungkook swallows harshly and nods, “Go on, not gonna ride itself.” He guides you over his cock, shoving your silk shorts out of the way and yanking your panties to the side with two fingers.

You bite your lip and position your sopping cunt over the head, sliding him through the sticky mess between your soft folds. There’s low squelching as you slide his cock over your sensitive clit and down to your winking hole. A low moan slips from your lips as your pussy hugs the tip, pink rim stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Your lips part in a ‘o’ after seating yourself firmly on his lap.

Jungkook huffs under his breath and lies back all the way while watching you with hooded eyes, “Not too loud baby,” he murmurs, “nice and slow—fuck, hear that, ‘s your little pussy dripping for me.” He lazily grins while throwing his arm behind his head, watching the way you rolled your hips in slow lazy circles.

“Mm.. ‘s not enough,” you quietly whisper while placing your hands over his abdomen, “can I? Pretty please, promise I’ll make it so good for you if you’ll let me,” you moan while rolling your head back, “ride it just the way you like Jungkookie.” You smile.

Jungkook bites down on his lip and holds back a loud groan, he can’t focus with the way you ride his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut on his dick. Your pussy hugs him just right as it drags over his sensitive cock, massaging his swollen shaft with the right amount of pressure and grip.

His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a muffled moan, “Fuck—yes baby, like that,” he grips your ass cheeks with both hands and moves you back and forth on his cock sensually, “feels so fuckin’ hot around me—nice n wet too.” He pants softly as massages both cheeks before smacking his hands against them.

You bite your lip—half-giggling, half-moaning—and move from his grip to bounce back on his cock a few times. Jungkook moans out and tosses his head back into the pillows, “Shit, like that—keep going.” You reach behind you to place your hands over his while you drag your pussy over his cock repeatedly, riding up to the tip before slamming back down.

Jungkook’s the one moaning and panting under his breath now, occasionally tiny little whimpers leave you but it’s nothing compared to Jungkook who looks like he’s getting the ride of his life. You slide your hips up slowly and then let your ass fall back on to his lap, your bubbly flesh rippling as they slap against his thighs. There’s a faint slick noise in the background as your pussy leaks over his fat cock, your creamy white slick dribbling down his shaft and to his balls.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out softly and pry his hands off your ass, he makes a wounded noise like it pains him to not be holding your ass. He lifts his head to look at you as if asking why, only to let out a long moan as his head slumps back, “Want you to fill me up,” you pout while placing your hands over his chest, knees knocked apart as you raised your hips, “want all of it in my pussy Jungkookie, promise I’ll clean my mess up,” your hips start moving sensually, you purposely clenched for that extra effect.

The bed rocked quietly under the weight of you two, it was accompanied by the dull thumping of your headboard knocking into the wall. To make things worse, your pussy was making these delicious little wet noises as his cock emerged with streaks of white creamy slick. He could see a white ring of slick form around the base of his shaft getting pushed back into your pussy and then coming right back down on his cock.

It was a fucking miracle your parents hadn’t come up to see what all the commotion was about. “Yeah?” He pants breathlessly, “Gonna be a good little cum dump and keep my cum warm in your sloppy little pussy?” He opens his eyes to look down at where your pussy meets his cock. You weren’t lying about making it messy..

“Mm-hm,” you moan, “promise. Not a drop ‘s gonna waste.” You huff and slam your hips down, rocking together before repeating the same thing over again. His cock hit that spot that drove you wild just right, and not wanting to lose the angle you kept fucking yourself back on him just greedily chasing the pleasure.

His eyes caught on to the dangling cross in his face, he watched it swing back and forth so innocently. Jungkook let out a poorly suppressed groan and looked up at your blissed out face in awe. You never failed to look so fucking pretty even in the throes of pleasure/sex. He’d for sure have a picture of you like this in his wallet or some shit.

“ ‘m gonna,” you quietly whine, “ ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper out while bouncing faster, “please, can I?”

Jungkook hisses as he slows you down, “Can you hold it in for me baby? ‘m so close too,” he whispers breathlessly while panting. He sees you give the tiniest of nods before he pulls you down so you’re lying over him, “Good girl,” he grits his teeth and begins plowing you from below, “good fucking girl.” He growls.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you hide your face in his neck, toes curling as he pounds his cock over and over again into your (already) sore pussy. “More, more, more,” you whine out while spreading your thighs apart a bit more.

Jungkook slaps his hips upwards as quickly as he can manage, his balls slap harshly against your ass as the sounds of skin on skin fill the bedroom along with your panting and breathing moans. He buries his face in your shoulder and bites down, not hard enough to bleed but enough for it to mark. His cock throbs and spurts of cum begin flooding your messy little cunt.

He doesn’t think he’s cum this hard ever since the night you both first started having sex.

You had let Jungkook take your virginity in the back of his pick-up truck, bent over with your bruised knees knocking into eachother while he fucked you like a man possessed from behind. Your poor little pussy was so swollen from the rough treatment, the pain and pleasure ended up becoming one and all you could do was beg for more while drool slipped from the corner of your lips. At a particular thrust Jungkook sent you squealing as you stood on your tippy toes, your pretty white sneakers contrasting Jungkook’s black boots as you whimpered and tangled your legs with his.

Jungkook’s mind blanks out as he reaches down to rub furious circles on your sensitive bud, he has you squirming in his lap as you clench down tightly before a low whine of his name escapes your lips. You both slump into each other until you roll off him and on to the bed next to him, “That was–”

“I know,” he replies, swallowing harshly, “you think they heard?” He turns to look at you.

You stare back with a dreamy look in your eye, “Dunno,” you shrug cutely before rolling over to climb over him, “but I feel empty,” you softly say and guide his semi-hard cock towards your pussy, “what? Gotta keep it in somehow.” You motion to your dripping cunt, you hiss in sensitivity before laying down on him, “So what are we eating?” You tilt your head with a cheeky smile.

Jungkook laughs breathlessly, “You’re seriously thinking about food?”

“Not me, I know what I’m eating.” You lick your lips deviously, giggling when you hear Jungkook moan in protest as his cock weakly twitches.

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ihearnocomplaints · 11 months ago

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Moon gets a Bath.

@sneeblbop Enjoy, my friend. I made it silly hehehe

"You look awful, man." You look the robot over, cringing at just how grimy he is.

"You don't look too good yourself," Moon scoffs.

With a laugh, you stand. "Just for that, I'm getting the hose. We're washing you whether you like it or not." You give a sweet smile before wandering off to some supply closet. Realistically, they wouldn't keep a hose indoors, but through the power of storytelling and shitposts, you find one and take it back to the daycare.

Moon is nowhere to be found, aside from the giggles overhead. "You little shit, you aren't getting out of this that easily." You glare up at the dark ceiling, just barely catching sight of the animatronic. You grumble and exit the daycare. You step to the bathrooms right outside of the daycare, quickly piecing together a plan. It takes no time at all to hook the hose to a faucet.

Before anything else, you'll have to lure Moon out of hiding. Which should be pretty easy. You step out of the bathroom and let out a yawn, meandering your way back into the daycare. "Moon, c'mon, this isn't funny. It's late." You stop at the entrance and cross your arms over your chest.

A pen falls from the ceiling and lands at your feet.

"Hah! You missed!" You grin and point at the ceiling in triumph. You squint into the darkness only to find nothing there. "Wh-" You're cut off by the butt of the pen hitting your nose.

"Gotcha," Moon giggles, suddenly crouched in front of you. You glare at him and roll your eyes. "No, I've got you." Without giving him even a second to react, you swipe his hat and run to the bathroom.

You grab the hose and turn it on right as he enters, pelting him with water. He lets out a staticky curse, hissing, and scrambles to hide in one of the stalls.

"Now can I wash you off, please?" You grab a towel and the soap you had prepared for this moment. Moon grumbles from behind the stall door. "C'mon, I just want you to be all shiny and clean. If not for me, then for the kids? You don't wanna be all dirty for them, do you?" You lean against the sink, patiently waiting for him.

"Fine." He pushes the stall door open and slinks out. He doesn't say anything as he plops down on the floor in front of you like a sopping wet cat. You give a satisfied smile and get to work cleaning the dirt and grime from his casing.

It all comes off rather easily, despite the amount of grunge coating him. Moon avoids your eyes, opting to stare at the floor as you clean him. Neither of you say a word as you clean. You listen to the sounds of his inner mechanisms- the fans that whir and the gears that turn. It's oddly comforting.

When Moon's all clean, you lean back and admire your work with a smile. "Thank you," you say. Moon lets out a huff, "My hat."

"What?" Your eyes land to on the top of his head and you have to hold back a laugh. "Oh, yeah, here." You take the hat from atop your head and carefully place it on his. The second he has his hat, he skitters away, presumably back to the daycare.

You laugh to yourself and shake your head. Now you have to clean up the mess of water you made in the bathroom. You groan and get to work.

Worth it.

#complaintsconcepts #silas writes stuff #i think that's the tag #dca fandom #dca #fnaf moon #moon fnaf #moondrop

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imnottheonlyone · 11 months ago

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what happened to high school?

When I was young, I thought high school students were so cool and grown up. I watched as they started driving, dating, having sex, and going to parties and I couldn't wait to be that fun age. Now that I am in high school, where has the fun gone?

As people have realized, generations are starting to look younger and younger. When you imagine a senior in high school, you often don't imagine the people that I go to school with. Their baby faces haven't gone away and the growth spurts have not hit yet. Part of the appeal of high school is the feeling of adulthood and maturity, not only in the classes you take or your social endeavors, but in the way you look. I don't know if it's because there isn't as much of an age gap between myself and a senior in high school now, but when I was little, they just looked so old. I don't see that anymore.

Also, technology is nowhere near new and exciting. It's a part of our everyday lives and I will resent that for the rest of my life. While it comes in handy for teaching and grading, and Google is a major plus, it shouldn't be our only source of school these days. I rarely get assignments on paper and honestly, I wish they were. I want physical copies and mementos from my high school days. Not to mention, I don't even have a real school identification card. It's in an app.

When social media and technology was new and exciting, it acted as a third space for teenagers. Like malls and roller rinks in the eighties and nineties, Tik Tok, Instagram and Tumblr are the "hang-out spots" for teenagers in the late 2010s and 2020s. In the early to mid-2010s, teenagers still went to malls and roller rinks to hang with friends while also adjusting to the new online world. It was a place for teenagers to communicate their ideas and express themselves. Now it has become a part of everything. I almost never have conversations where someone doesn't whip out their phone mid sentence

Also, we have no defining trends for our generation. Social media has brought forth something called the microtrend. A song, make-up look or body type will be a trend for two weeks before out short-attention spanned peers decide it's not interesting or cool anymore and move on to something else. While the nineties had grunge and glamor and the eighties had acid wash denim and big hair, the 20s has....leggings? And Utah curls? What I mean is, when you think of the 1990s, a specific image comes to mind. Grunge music and dark eye make-up. When you think of the eighties you picture big curly hair and neon spandex. When you think of the 2020s, nothing in specific comes to mind because we can't decide on one thing. Nothing is interesting or cool enough anymore. We live in such a capitalist, consumerist society that once we engage in something too much, it becomes boring and we have to find something else. Social media and influencers only amplify that. I don't know if it's Gen-Z's push-back on being categorized or defined by anything, or if nothing is good enough anymore.

And don't even get me started on the music. In the 20th-century, different music trends came and went. In the 70s hair metal and power ballads became huge. In the 80s glam metal, synth, and pop started to materialize and in the 90s alternative rock, grunge, nu metal, and boy-bands made their breakthrough. This overbearing control of the music industry made music a novelty and allowed teenagers to be a part of a subculture. When punk came about in the 70s and goth in the 70s and 80s, it allowed teenagers to interact with another and create relationships because of the subculture they identified with. This made high school the stereotypical version we see in 90s and early-2000s movies. The goths sit over here and the popular kids sit over there. Even in the 90s with grunge and the 2000s with emo. Though to come it seemed “clique-y”, it made making friends and self-expression more cohesive and less stand-out. Even into the early 2010s, those who liked pop punk, didn’t hangout with the kids who like mainstream pop or trap beats.

With the rise of the influencer and easy access to higher paying or earning jobs, anybody can make music, even if they’re horrible at it. Content creators online put out singles or albums that sample the same beats as everybody else and have the same dense and shallow lyrics, where it is obvious they’re trying to sound deep and meaningful but they’re fully missing the mark. It’s hard to want to claim a genre or use a specific sound or style of music to identify your generation or simply the people you hangout with. New music doesn’t have that power anymore. New major music genres have not been pioneered since the 90s with grunge and nu metal. People that are making music aren’t creative and the creatives aren’t making music.

The things people listen to and the way that they dress says a lot about them. For teenagers, it has said everything about them. However in the last ten years, social media and technology has ripped those ideals away from us. Nobody wants to be perceived as one thing. They want to be everything and nothing is good enough to define anybody anymore. Tik Tok has ruined the essence and the glowing aura that once was the teenager.

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comix64 · 11 months ago

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soda cans all the way

lollipops

bubblegum

stubborn

still soda cans

tie between grunge and tomboy cuz they both look alike but honestly i wouldnt wear anything coordinated

earbuds make me anxious cuz they fall out too much, headphones

movies

fresh air ( i may or may not have been influenced by a smell marker with this label actually smelling like shaving cream)

blackjack during break :P

cereal

"WH-816" (the unchangable name of my headphones, as i listen to them with a micro sd card in them)

lanyard

skittles?

fahrenheit 451

legs pushed out a little, slouching backwards, neck against chair

cheap blue ones with creaky left heel i got off amazon

rain :P

facing left, left hand near face, right hand closer to knees, legs tucked in

text files (i blame my 2nd grade teacher for not actually teaching me handwriting)

mario

my cool uncle

idk if this counts but whenever i yawn i invoulantarily [sic, dont ask] make an odd sound like a speak and spell stuttering

idk, diamond

nintendo 3ds photo album slideshow music

swim

generally frolic in snow, idk i live in a mostly warm place

New Computers - Girlfriends, The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala, I Want to be a Machine - The Living Tombstone, Bathwell in Clerkentime - The Real Tuesday Weld, Credits EX - Frums

deal with the bullshit and tell me im giving you bullshit

my desk, local library, MOTHERFUCKING IKEA BITCH!!!!!! IKEA ALL THE FUCKING WAY!!!!! THEY SAY GO TO YOUR HAPPY PLACE GUESS WHAT BITCH IM EATING MAC N CHEESE AND MEATBALLS AT IKEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the general outfit i wore for some weird day at my school - white tshirt, baggy pants (no seperating me n my baggy pants), fingerless gloves

just go watch a compilation of kevin parry n zach king

idk how to check, probably "ok" or "what" or sumthing

omega mart, you have no idea what's in store for youuuuu!

~11:30pm

i dont remember

suitcase

lemonade

lemon cake

pee on the ceiling of every room

jojo

pants, specifically cargo pants bits cuz nobody will ever suspect you put anything in those

hoodie

lavender?

scifi

you wont believe this… nothing

american (eagle screech)

apple

just keep swimming

the comment section of "Evil beat i been cooking up"

my music teacher is openly homophobic

VCR

typing

N/A

kiki koki

birthday powers

my pet rabbit dying, my parasitic need for attention, and my failing math grades

i can sound like stitch from lilo n stitch, i can sound like a speak n spell, and my teachers think i am smarter than the IT guy

idk something related to scout tf2 sorta

scott pilgrim but im not as shitty as scott pilgrim

the whole paragraph of mispronunciations of Denham's Dentrifice being pounded into Montag's ears in Fahrenheit 451

gooigi, luigi, young neil, sorry i cant keep a train of thought that long

the same five that describe me but sped up a bit

scratch.mit.edu

idk if this counts but there is what appears to be a symmetrical birth mark on my shoulders, on closer inspection one of them is a birth mark the other is from being stabbed with a pencil

dandelion

my deck of cards

dr pepper

there is an actual end of the internet. keep putting in URLS and it will tell you you've hit the end of your journey. then? well it'll save it to your hard drive for you of course! [i can give you the link]

lefty

pebble tile on pools. say goodbye to your toes

math

cinnamon toast crunch + orange juice

dont remember

whataburger fries

cactus

i dont drink/eat either but probably coffee

school id

never heard of em

arent fireflies and more violent sounding fireflies the same thing

pc can act as console. console cannot act as pc. pc obviously

drawing (that 2nd grade teacher i swear…)

radio

never heard of a polly pocket so barbie

mythology

overstaying my welcome

we'd all stop arguing about trivial things, and stop ruining our planet

jojo

passed a test because my handwriting worked like that card dr who has that looks like whatever the viewer wants it to

box

overhead

wallace wells, "ies-nes" (like "yes" mixed with "SNES"), comix, com, mixtape, im making up half of these :P

winter

safari

one of the defaults from KDE, the hexagon one

2, my mom's and 911

i dont know what it's called but one of my steam friends has a pfp of it and there's a template on Apple Keynotes that looks like a leather book and the stock images in there perfectly capture it (see below)

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

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strangerhottotties · 2 years ago

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The Shepard of Black Sheep - E.M. (Unedited)

Summary: The first time you meet Eddie Munson and the impossible way he flirts with you. Additionally, when he gets caught with smoking with you in the girl's bathroom.

A/N: Possibly the start of a fic, I'm going to blame being disastrously sick and my fever for this little enemies to lovers ish sort of situation.

Warnings: Angst, meanish!reader, mild violence, language, mild bullying, flirting, smoking, Eddie being extra.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Valerie James)

September 8th, 1982

Sometimes I feel this distance to everyone. As I get older I get these little glimpses of real life, of actual emotion. Sometimes it's in a song or a memory of when everything was perfect for a split second.

I watch others. I share in there happiness when they finally feel a sense of relief. I crave it so bad sometimes.

I have rarely known peace. My life has been this quiet terror for as long as I could remember, internalizing every scream and curse. Slapping on this friendly face to draw people in because I crave for anyone, someone to finally break through this invisible distance between us.

Slowly driving myself crazy by starving myself of all attention. Like when I slap another sticker or poster over the peeling paint of the walls in my bedroom instead of sanding it down and fixing it. Everytime a new emotion or fear rose I'd jam my heart in to plastic bag and suffocate it or smother it with my pillow.

It never died, but my motto seemed to be 'I'll burn that bridge when I get there.

I never knew it would be Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.

Eddie Munson who was loud and obnoxious and sold drugs. Eddie Munson who's on his third Senior year. Eddie Munson who's greatest achievement you'd ever heard of was vandalizing the bathrooms to advertise his garage grunge band that played on Tuesdays at a bar another town over.

To be honest, I'd always been bitter about him. Deeply so.

The Shepard of Black Sheep, Eddie Munson swooped in to nurture lost souls of Hawkins High School. Freshman year, environmental science you saw him for the first time. He'd rolled in late with those frizzy curls and big dark eyes. Immediately he wasn't... cute? A junior retaking a freshman class, one who didn't give a rats ass that he was interuppting the lecture and neither did he care to even bring a text book.

He passed a freshman girl next him a stunning smile though and your heart nearly fell out of your chest. It made you feel. Immediately, you choked on mix of hot emotions.

The most intense being the rage that he was sending that gorgeous flirty smile at Nelly Victor. Nelly Victor! (I later discovered she was a raging bitch.) Her eye roll did nothing to deter his laissez-faire flirting as he sprawls himself at a tiny, uncomfortable desk, like the prettiest blonde in this new school didn't blow him off.

The teacher seemed to know better than to spir this particular student on. Pressing her lips in a thin line as she heaved a sigh. "Eddie, do you even have your book?" He shoots her a wildly naught grin as well.

The red head in front of me leans over to her perfectly put together friend and whispers, "I hear he deals drugs after school."

"Disgusting," her friend scoffs.

"He's always picking up loners."

"He's obnoxious, I don't know why anyone would want to be friends with him." The red head meets your harsh glare. I had no idea the circumstances that involved everyone here, but the comments that surrounded me were infuriating.

"Why dont you two gossip after class," you snap louder than you intend and watch the two girls turn cherry red. The class turned their eyes on me and I want to sink inside myself with mortification.

When the teacher starts up class again, calling over the giggle that erupted. I wasn't sure if they were laughing at me or the girls. My cheeks burn when I let my hair fall in my face.

"Sorry," I whisper moments later to the girls. The nasty look the little one gave me switched immediately to a confused one. I later found out these girls were Nancy Wheeler and Barb Holland. They didn't hold grudges long against me. Sometimes they'd ask me to study, but it never went beyond that.

However, after class went into full swing, my eyes darted over to Eddie. Who made eye contact with me, but didn't smile. An unreadable expression written on his face had my attention. His dark eyes sucked me in, I couldn't look away for a moment, because in that moment, with him looking directly at me, I felt something.

Relief.

I felt relieved when Eddie Munson's full attention was on me. It was terrifying and overwhelming all at once.

I snapped my gaze away from him but everytime I looked up at him he was staring with that same look. I never heard a word Mrs. Horning said.

It felt like I was an ant he was holding a magnified glass over on a summer day. Roasting me alive. The moment the bell rang I snapped to my feet, gathering books. I expected him to flee as quickly as he could. Instead he stretched slowly in the bustle of people leaving.

On my way up the aisle between the desks I was walking a foot suddenly juts out from a boy still lounging in his desk. I could see his grin out of the corner of my eye, see his friends eyeing me. It wasn't the first time someone had tried this trick on me.

Unfortunately, I had been so overloaded already this class period that my knee-jerk reaction wasn't quite what I had meant. My boot's heel connected with a snap of my leg. He cried out, as I dug into his toes.

"Ow! Fuck!"

"Tommy! Language!"

"She stomped on my foot with her big feet!" He protests when I start walking away. Big feet? That was the best he could do? The teacher tried me with a pleading look but I kept moving towards the door.

"Ms... James was it?" My horrible sense of politeness reared it's ugly head and my body jerked to a stop. I hated getting in trouble. Preferring to roll far under the radar. I turn to look at her. The elderly woman gives me a warn look. "You should apologize." I look back at his smug group of his friends and the silence lingers. Finally, I turn before I can get caught with more and rush the door. Completely ignoring the entire thing.

I needed a cigarette after this.

I was so overwhelmed that I knew I had to skip the next class. I didn't miss Eddie Munsons lingering next to the doorway with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Nor did I miss the way he dragged a finger discreetely over my forearm.

He'd been waiting by the door as I slipped out so he could file out right behind me. "And here I thought you were a going to be a good girl." My breath catches in my throat when he rumbles in my ear. He's leaning so close I can feel his breath blowing my hair a bit. Fire burns up my face.

Out of my comfort zone I was quiet. Focus. But he'd scrambled my frequencies.

"Fuck off. Don't act like you know me." I don't even register the strained whisper is me.

"No, I certainly don't," he agrees as I make it to my locker, ignoring the way people part around us with condescending looks. I was still in 'New Girl' phase. I was used to that at the very least. I jam my books into my locker and replace my bag with them instead. When I slam the metal shut, Eddie's leaning against the metal next to it, eyeing me with that expression still. He smiles, but it's like a mad man. "I thought, maybe this girl is lost, but maybe she's just a bitch." You sour immediately, stepping into his space, which seems to rile him up more, smugness drips off him.

"You wanna see a bitch?" I demand, feeling my blood boil. "I don't need your little pity-party, savior complex. You wanna save someone from loneliness, your hand is right there. Go fuck yourself." With that, you twist and stomp down the hallway, weaving between bodies.

Outside, I found a nice little picnic bench to contemplate and regret over a cigarette and Fleetwood Mac.

Originally I perch on top of it, pulling out the carton of cigarettes I'd rolled yesterday. I draw one out, tapping it against the front of the box for a moment before slipping the filter into my mouth and reaching for my bag t find a light.

The sun is out.

That went perfectly.

This was the last stop. That's what Mom said. No more moving. What a great impression.

The bag is missing the cheap lighter.

Fuck.

With a groan, I fling myself back onto the table. Kicking up my feet, I cross them at the ankle. It was still early enough that gazing directly up didn't blind me. As I'm about to pull the cigarette from my mouth there's a hand, covered in rings lighting it for me.

My eyes dart off to the guy next to me. Unsurprisingly, Eddie Munson is lighting my cigarette for me.

I take a deep drag when he pulls away to light his own as he drops onto the bench.

"I'm not taking off my headphones," I tell him. It's muffled and sounds wrong. Instead he just shrugs and drags out his own Walkman.

That was the start of the uneasy alliance between us. It washed away most of my regrets and eventually it was just ritual.

Eddie joined me frequently for a smoke break by that picnic table. It's fifteen minutes later that he's amusing me with his air guitar, headbanging enough that I think: Wow, this guy's a real fucking dork.

I had no idea how true that actually was as for that inkling feeling came back for the first time in a long time. Relief flooding over me I finally lowered my headphones to hold out a reluctant hand to him. He surprised me by kissing my knuckles.

"Munson," he hums.

"Excuse me?"

"I just figured I'd tell the bitch with a wicked tongue," he starts, pressing another kiss to my inner wrist like we weren't complete strangers and lovers instead, "what her future last name is going to be." It catches me off guard enough that a snort rips its way out of my nose violently before I burst into full blown laughter.

"Have you ever flirted with a girl before?"

"Oh, you wanna show me how it's done then?" He teases back, despite his pale completion reddening.

The challenge has me biting my lip before standing up and closing in on his space. "I'm Valerie," brushing a thumb up over the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist. I didn't miss his shiver as I leaned in close. "So you have a name to call in your dreams." He scoffs but laughs as you lean away from him, grabbing your bag and starting back towards the school. "See you around... Munson." You flash him a teasing smile, feeling floaty as you approach the school.

...

Junior Year, December 16th, 1984

It was the freshman girls shrieking that made me jerk the headphones off my head. Too much weird shit happened in this town for me. I was half way through my last cigarette already.

"Sorry, 'scuse me, comin' through."

Eddie pops his head around the first stall. "Eddie, this is the girl's bathroom, incase you forgot."

"Like I give a shit. Lemme bum a smoke." He scoffs as he dances his way across the room to me. I roll my eyes at him.

"'M fresh out. Get your own." I grumble, leaning back onto the mirror, now that that I knew there wasn't something dangerous in here. He gives me a big pout that I immediately look away from.

"Aww, c'mon. I left mine on the counter this morning. You know I'm good for it."

"I'm literally smoking my last one right now, no." I grumble as he pressing into my personal space like I hate him doing because of the things it does to me. My boot raises to press on his chest and gently shove him back. Taking another drag, I blow the smoke at him.

He grins like the little devil he is, flipping my stomach up when he snatches my ankle. "I'll kiss your feet to get you to share," he prompts.

Eddie Munson will be the death of me.

His thumb is rubbing little circles on my ankle bone, slowly pressing closer as the cigarette burns. He unabashedly bends my knee up towards my shoulder, straining the joints of my jeans.

He had this awful habit of touching me like this was normal. Bending me in ways that no one else would be allowed.

"Would you fuck off?" I sigh. Eddie shimmers closer, eyes twinkling with mirth as he leans in nearly enough to kiss me. There's a number of reasons there are rumors of us dating. I ignore the thrill of people assuming I'm his because the truth of the matter - I am his. He's just not mine.

He's worn me down to dust over the last three years, playing me like his guitar and I doubt he even noticed.

Then there were times I felt like saw right through my ornery nature. "I'll make it worth your while." I purse my lips, trying not to focus to hard on the way he's watching them.

"What's your offer?"

"Three cigarettes in return, so that's what? Like sixty percent interest." It makes you giggle just a little. You swear his face drops slightly.

"Close, six hundred percent though, not sixty. You forgot a zero." His smile is slipping back, a little lazier perhaps than before.

"A slight miscalculation that is plenty reward for a friend who never comes to any of my shows I should like to remind."

"I've never even heard you play guitar, how do I know you're even any good? Then I'd just be buying a ticket and wasting my money," I toss, arching a brow in challenge to him. His jaw drops, fingers tightening on my ankle.

"You're gonna regret that one, Val. Especially, Friday night." I frown, trying to recall if I had missed something.

"What's Friday?" I ask, as he guides my leg to the side so they'd dangle on either side of me. I can feel the heat of him against me as he plucks the cigarette from my lips and takes a drag.

"After you get out of work, you're gonna come hang out with us at my place." I roll my eyes.

"Oh, yeah, because my mom is totally gonna be okay with that," I respond.

"You've literally never come to hang out with us."

"Are you referring to your dorky hellfire club?"

"It's not dorky," he protests.

"I'm only allowed the car for work, and my mom will never allow me to go anywhere with someone she's never met." My voice simmers down a bit in effort to appease him. "Believe you me, I would love to get out and watch your dorky friends act out your game, but it's not gonna happen."

Eddie mulls over what I'm saying as he takes another drag and offers the cigarette back. His fingers brush my lips as it happens and I stock that sensation away for when I dream tonight. "I could come meet your mom," he urges, "I'll even ditch the jacket and jewelry."

"You'd go to that length?"

"Yeah, just tell her the guy you smoke with in the girls room wants to pick you up in his van. When you introduce me I'll even tell her I got a good job selling drugs." It makes you burst into laughter. Tugging the cigarette free to offer him.

"You know, we actually have a nickname for you in my house," I offer, flushing.

"You've told your mom about me?" I bite my lip, nodding.

"Well, my step-dad, actually."

"The cop? Okay, tell me, I'm nervous now."

"The Shepard." Eddie's head cocks to the side like dog.

"The Shepard?"

"Yes, the Shepard of Black Sheep," I inform him. His eyes dazzle at that, he grins, suddenly snatching up the cigarette and he takes a massive drag.

"I wear that with pride. I suppose there's only one thing for us to do then."

"What's that?"

"You've got to sneak out, princess." His shit-eating grin pulls me in. Our bodies flush against each other.

"Eddie Munson, you terrible influence."

"EDDIE MUNSON ARE YOU IN THE GIRLS BATHROOM!" The familiar voice of the school principals voice shrieks into the room.

"Speaking of sneaking out."

#anyway 😀#eddie munson #eddie munson fics #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things

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raibebe · 4 years ago

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November Rain

Genre: fluff Words: 1.010 prompt: 90s grunge boy Jeno x reader Warnings: none

A/N: of course Bongsik needs to be integrated into Everlong. Shoutout to @ncteaxhoe who helped with the header that was a bigger struggle than it should have been because Jeno actually hates Bongsik and all he posts is Nal.

Everlong Masterlist

“Jeno. No,” you told your boyfriend sternly, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “But-“ “I said no.” “Baby.” “Don’t ‘baby’ me now,” you rolled your eyes, “We can’t take a random cat you found on the streets back home.” “She’s not any random cat,” he pouted, “Look at her, she’s so tiny. And she keeps coming back to me.” “Because you keep feeding it.” “Don’t call her an ‘it’. Her name is Bongsik,” Jeno frowned, still busy petting the purring cat in front of your apartment building who was rubbing her head against his knee to leave all of her white fur over his dark clothes. “You gave it a name?” “Her.” “Jeno- Just,” you sighed. “We can’t, okay?” You tried a little softer. “But she’s so small and nobody cares for her.” “We have to put our groceries in the fridge.” “Next time we’ll buy cat food,” Jeno grumbled, reluctantly getting back up to carry the heavy bags up the stairs, “You win this time.” Sighing, you rolled your eyes. Jeno and you could not afford to keep a cat. You both were barely home, it just wasn’t fair for the little creature.

“It’s raining,” Jeno muttered, his gaze fixed to the window instead of on the TV screen where a movie you had rented from the small video rental shop down the street was playing. “I noticed,” you hummed, grabbing another handful of popcorn. “I wonder where Bongsik is right now,” he sighed dramatically. “Jeno Lee,” you said, your voice sharp in a warning. “Is she hiding somewhere or is she getting drenched in the rain? Her fur sticking to her skin while she gets colder and colder...” “Jeno, don’t.” “I just hope she won’t get sick. I could never live with myself knowing that-“ “Just go look for the damn cat alread!” You snapped, almost throwing the bowl of popcorn to the floor with how aggressively you grabbed the remote to pause the movie. “Thank you baby,” Jeno just beamed, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before he all but ran out the door and down the steps of your building to search if the cat he had been feeding for weeks was around somewhere.

It wasn’t long until you heard a knock on your door. “Jeno, you better not-“ The words got stuck in your throat when you took in the sight in front of you: Jeno was drenched to the bone, his shirt sticking to his chest and dripping onto the floor where a small puddle of water was already forming while the long strands of his hair were clinging to his face. But most importantly: A big smile was plastered to his face as he held the little cat in his arms, wrapped up in his jacket, tenderly looking down at her. “She was trying to hide beneath the big leaves outside. It took a lot of convincing before I could grab her,” he smiled. “You’re drenched Jeno!” You exclaimed, pulling him inside, “I’ll get towels, you’re going to get sick.” “Worth it,” you heard him mumble while you ran over to the bathroom to get some big towels. “No, no, no,” he protested once you were back, “Bongsik first.” “You’re ridiculous,” you rolled your eyes but unfolded a smaller towel so Jeno could carefully lay the cat into your arms so he could gently pat her dry while she was purring loudly. “All dry, baby,” he smiled eventually, pressing a kiss to the cat’s head, the action so tender it melted your heart. “Go take a warm shower, silly,” you sighed, “I don’t want my hero to get sick.” “Hero, huh?” He grinned, briefly kissing your lips, “I could get used to that.” “Go shower before I change my mind.” “Bongsik, you gotta put on the charm now, I did all that I could, “Jeno firmly told the cat who just blinked up at him a couple of times before squirming out of your hold to explore the place.

“Baby? Do you know where-?” “Ssssh!” You shushed Jeno when he finally came back from the shower. “What?” He whisper-yelled before he padded over on naked feet, a towel wrapped around his hips. You wordlessly motioned to the cat that had fallen asleep on your lap. “She likes you,” Jeno smiled, his gaze becoming soft as he kneeled down in front of you to stroke up the cat’s nose up to between her ears to feel the softness of her fur. “She’s so small.” “I told you.” “We’re not throwing her out again.” “No?” Jeno asked, his eyes wide, “I thought I had to do some more begging and pouting for that.” “She’s our child now.” Before Jeno could even start laughing, he sneezed loudly, once, twice, thrice, waking up Bongsik, who stretched her back before going back to explore the room.

Even though Jeno woke up with a raging headache the next day and felt like he was freezing when his body was in fact burning up, he didn’t regret a single thing when the little kitten would jump on his chest to knead into his muscles before curling up to take a nap to keep him company while you were out to go to your classes that he hadn’t allowed you to skip just because he had caught a little cold. “We’ll be alright, right Bongsik?” He whispered, glad the kitten seemed to like the acoustic vinyl he had put on before climbing back into bed. “And if we play our cards right, you might even get a little brother one day. I can’t make any promises though because relationships are about compromises and my lovely girlfriend has made a huge step towards me, allowing you in.” As if the little creature understood, she meowed lowly before rubbing her small head against Jeno’s heated face. “I gotta do something nice for her in return when I’m not feeling like death anymore,” he mumbled, enjoying the low purring of his kitten together with one of his favorite vinyls playing.

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pallasperilous · 4 years ago

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Funny Bone

The other day Supernatural9917 threw out this meme as a cracky Halloween Dean/Cas prompt and I was SO MAD, because I then had to write it:

And so here it is. Goddammit.

Funny Bone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26761150 Words: 4930 Castiel/Dean Winchester Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Skeletons, Bad Pick-Up Lines, No Angels AU, Men of Letters Bunker, Mild Gore Mature (mentions of lewd acts, canon-typical violence, and some truly horrible pickup lines)

It wasn’t even a particularly creepy skeleton; it was in kind of a “just chillin’” pose on the floor. One ankle was still locked up in a heavy iron cuff, at the end of a short chain leading back to the wall. Snoresville, as dead stuff goes; Dean’s seen worse at Disneyland. It was the skeleton’s comment about Dean’s ass that really livened things up.

Discovering the bunker in the first place was a helluva surprise. The whole facility is legitimately batshit; Dead Guys of Letters knew how to live (and, apparently, die. All at once.).

But after plowing through a dozen rooms worth of priceless treasures and crusty boobytraps, even Sam was looking kinda full up on shock and awe.

“We can hit the basement tomorrow,” he said. There was a big smudge of dust across his nose and some cobwebs in his hair.

“Nuh uh,” Dean answered, kicking the door shut with the toe of his boot. “If there’s shit still kicking down there, we gotta clean it out before it cleans us out. It’s that or we’re sleepin’ in the car.”

“Ugh,” Sam said, as if twenty minutes ago he hadn’t been losing his mind over a rare book about werewolf hemorrhoids.

So discovering that the basement included a no-shit actual dungeon felt more like an unanticipated bonus, and stumbling across a skeleton while exploring it barely even registered. Skeletons and dungeons! They go together like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong.

It wasn’t even a particularly creepy skeleton; it was in kind of a “just chillin’” pose on the floor, inside a big circle of greasy black ash. It looked a little mildewy in in places. One ankle was still locked up in a heavy iron cuff, at the end of a short chain leading back to the wall. Snoresville, as dead stuff goes; Dean’s seen worse at Disneyland.

It was the skeleton’s comment about Dean’s ass that really livened things up.

“Welp,” Dean had said, holstering his gun and wiping his hands on his jeans. “We’re all clear. Let’s head back upstairs, salt the shit out of everything, and then we can pick up some groceries.”

“Do I get to buy a vegetable that doesn’t fit in a bun, or are we still in the refractory period?” Sam snarked from the corridor.

“I don’t see you cookin’, “ Dean started, shuffling back towards the hall, and that’s when the skeleton butted in.

“Are those astronaut pants?” it asked. “Because your ass is outta this world!”

Dean absolutely did not scream, but it’s possible there was a yelp.

He almost unloaded a clip into it – unclear what that would’ve possibly done, but it’s good to start with the simple, available solutions. Next he nabbed the lighter fluid off of Sam and dumped out half a pound of kosher salt as a chaser and set the fucker alight.

This does not have the intended effect.

“Baby, I’d like to put my meat on your grill,” the skeleton says, greenish flames dancing between its ribs, “because you’re hot, and I’m smokin’.” Then it sits up a little, just enough to shoot Dean some finger guns.

“What the fuck,” Dean says.

Sam makes a little evaluatory noise. “Sexually harassed by a skeleton,” he chuckles. “I think that’s a new one. Even for you. Is that a new one? I know a lot of strange shit went down in Purgatory.”

The skeleton perks up even more at that, grungy eye sockets sweeping up and down Dean’s body. “Are you a time traveler?” it asks. (Maybe he asks, because the voice is pretty deep and dude-ish, although possibly just on account of its vocal cords being leather shoelaces.)

“Wh…no, I’m not a time traveler,” Dean fibs. He’s more of a time trafficking victim, anyway. “Oh, wait, god,” he says. “Please don’t tell me you’re asking that because –“

“– I can see you in my future,” the skeleton finishes, eagerly, and Dean really wishes this thing had eyebrows so he could tell if they’re waggling.

“Yeah, okay. That’s enough for today,” Dean groans. “I need a drink.” He starts to back out of the room as a pre-emptive strike against Bones commenting on how he hates to see Dean leave, but loves to watch him go. Dean’s working on stumbling back again Sam’s left shoe when the skeleton pipes up one last time, this time with a husky, anxious edge.

“I realize that Purgatory isn’t accessible through a simple chronological shift,” it says, teeth chattering. “But it does require travel between modalities, and if you’re capable of that, I would very much like to speak with you again.”

Dean and Sam’s heads slowly swivel back towards the skeleton, like two little pizzas on the same Lazy Susan.

An hour later, they’re still in the dungeon, working on dousing the skeleton with every possible anti-bad-stuff solution they’ve got, just in case he’s a vampire skeleton or a ghoul skeleton or a witch skeleton or maybe just a wendigo that’s incredibly bad at its job. In between progress reports, he’s still hitting on Dean.

“Dude, don’t you have an off switch somewhere?” Dean asks him.

“Well, Dean, you certainly make me feel like a light switch,–“

“– because you turn me on,” all three of them say in unison.

The skeleton looks a little embarrassed, which is kind of impressive when you think about it. “You’ve…heard that one before?” he asks.

“I spend a lot of time in bars,” Dean deadpans. “Okay, sage is a no-go.”

Sam strikes a line off on the clipboard he found upstairs. “Is this part of a curse or something?” he asks, glancing up at Bones. “Like on top of being a sentient skeleton, you can only speak in horrible pickup lines?”

The skeleton shakes his head, which produces a sound Dean recognizes from his kneecaps on cold mornings. “No, the spellwork allows me to speak freely on most subjects; except who I am, or how to free me. But it’s helpful to use language modern humans can easily understand.”

“Huh. Well, in a way, it is Dean’s native tongue,” Sam says, smirking.

“You shut your face,” Dean hisses.

“When I first saw you, I lost my tongue. Can I try yours on for size?” Bones asks Dean.

“Buddy, I don’t know where you get your information from, but nobody actually talks that way,” Dean tells him. “Nobody sober, anyway. Who isn’t a virgin.”

The skeleton slumps. “I learned from my last visitor. He tried to release me on several occasions, but he either died or abandoned the project.”

Dean arches a brow. “The project being…you?”

“I would be very valuable under the right circumstances.” The skeleton shrugs and casually holds out an arm for Dean to scrape at with the demon blade. “He gave me lessons in modern vernacular as a way to pass our time together.”

“Sounds like a peach,” Dean says, before he can catch himself. “If you have a peach-related pickup line in there, man, you’d better just sit on it.”

“That’s what-“

“I will smash you with a hammer,” Dean barks.

The skeleton relents, but with obvious reluctance.

They call it quits before Kansas rolls up the sidewalk for the night and leaves them stranded with nothing but two Clif bars and a gross of septuagenarian cans of franks ’n beans. Bones shifts nervously when Dean leaves – “Which is better, pancakes or waffles?” he asks.

“Pancakes,” Dean says, with a sense of grim duty.

“Because I’d like to know what you’re making me for breakfast,” says Bones, his voice trailing off as Dean books it down the stony corridor.

By lunch the next day (bologna sandwiches, so sue him, he’ll make something good later) they’re pretty sure that Bones doesn’t pose any known, immediate threat – other than to Dean’s sanity – so they switch gears to springing him. Maybe he will be worth something, or maybe he’ll crumble into dust and Be Free, or maybe he’ll just stop being chained to the basement wall, in which case he can become their skeleton butler or something.

There are weird runes on the ankle cuff, so Sam snaps some quick photos and heads upstairs to feel up the library. This leaves Dean in the basement with Bones, some good old-fashioned power tools, and Bones’s ex-suitor’s gross sense of humor.

“You know I can understand you just fine when you’re talking normally,” Dean says. “You’re just reciting some prehistoric shit that idiots say to girls to get a pity-laugh, hoping it leads to a pity-fuck.”

“What’s a pity-fuck?” Bones asks, all mildewy innocence. Dean’s pretty sure the grunge in his eyeball sockets is dried eyeball.

“Pretty much what it says on the tin, my guy,” Dean answers, and reaches for the acetylene torch.

“Enochian,” Sam says, when Dean surfaces for another sandwich and possibly a beer. He’s really disappointed about the torch.

“Gesundheit?” Dean replies, around a mouthful of bologna. Like everything else here, the kitchen is pretty schwa, although the inside of the fridge required three exorcisms and half a jug of bleach.

Sam paws around the smelly old book in a way that makes Dean feel sorry for the girls Sam dated in high school. “The symbols on the cuff. I think they’re Enochian. It’s a fake celestial language made up by some sixteenth century con artists.”

Dean coughs up a bit of Wonder Bread. “I respect the hustle, but what’s it doing on an ankle cuff in a dungeon younger than Mickey Mouse?”

Sam frowns. “Well, it could be for show. But just because some nutbars made it up doesn’t mean it’s totally powerless. Maybe it does have some kind of…heavenly mojo.”

“Liwl probbem,” Dean observes, finishing off his sandwich. “Def nuh heggen.”

“Huh?”

Dean takes a swallow of beer. “I said: there’s no heaven.”

Sam shrugs. “We didn’t think there was a Purgatory, either.”

“Okay, but if we find out angels are real,” Dean snorts, “then Bones can fuck me in the ass.”

Sam reports his findings to Bones, who sits placidly on the back of his pelvis, carpals splayed out on his kneecaps. What’s even holding him together? Dean can see what’s left of his ligaments, but they look like petrified gas station jerky.

“Do you know what they mean?” Sam asks him, pointing at the sigils.

Bones’s jaw creaks open a little, then closes again, and then he shakes his skull (something rattles inside.) Finally he makes a little frustrated noise and replies – “Baby, are you a book? Because I’d like to check you out.”

“Hey!” says Dean. “Keep it in your pants, man, I’m right here.”

Sam squints. “I think…Dean, I think he’s trying to tell us something, but the spell on him means he can’t say it directly.”

Bones clenches his fists, releases them, clenches them again.

“Yeah. Keep him talking. Let’s see how close he can get.”

Clack clack clack.

“Uh,” Dean says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay. Do I need to, like. Give you some kinda opening?” he asks Bones.

“Sweetheart, I’d like nothing better,” Bones answers, then clacks his knuckles on his brow with exasperation.

“Sorry, Christ. Hit me with your best shot, buddy. Dealer’s choice.”

Bones clears his…ghost throat? and tries: “Tell me, Dean…did it hurt?”

Dean blinks. “When I…fell from heaven?”

Sam claps his hands. “Fucking knew it. It is Enochian, and it does have something to do with this. I think he wants me to check the library for another book. Maybe there’s one misshelved or something that I can actually use to translate. Or I can Google around, maybe there’s a subreddit.”

Dean’s pretty sure Bones has never heard of a Google or a subreddit (for that matter, does Dean actually know what a subreddit is?), but it seems like there’s a glimmer of hope deep in those scum-holes.

Sam gets translations for a few of the words – “obedience” and something he’s fifty percent sure means “millstone” – but the rest is still gobbledygook, and he hasn’t come down with another update in hours. The dungeon is pretty roomy, but it’s not like there’s a foosball table or a cable TV pickup down there, so Dean and Bones wind up lying on the cold-ass ground, staring up into the dark reaches of the ceiling together and, like. Chatting.

Occasionally Bones goes quiet and Dean glances over at him. He really could just be a totally normal, completely dead dungeon skeleton. A good power washing and the right mounting hardware and he’d be ready for a high school biology classroom.

“So if these runes are a celestial thing, does that mean you’re some kinda demonic...thing?” Dean asks. “Cause I gotta say, you’re a much less of a douche than the demons I’ve met.” He snorts. “I know you probably can’t say.”

Bones sighs (how? With what lungs?). “The last person who tried to free me was a demon.” He shifts a little, maybe surprised that he can say this out loud. “It had been so long since somebody had spoken to me…I’m afraid I came close to actually enjoying his company. But he was no better than his kind usually are.”

“Don’t suppose you caught his name? Maybe Sam or me killed him for you already.”

“He called himself—no, I can’t say it.” He makes a sound resembling a harumph.

Then his skull creaks over to look at Dean. “Does your name start with ‘C’?” he says, very deliberately.

Dean is momentarily puzzled, but he works it out by the time Bones wincingly adds “…because I’ve got a D that wants to come behind you.”

There aren’t too many demons under the “C” tab in Dean’s blood-stained mental rolodex, and when he says the name out loud, Bones makes a sound like an entire set of dominos being thrown down a spiral staircase.

Crowley is pretty pissed, which is fun.

It’s nice that the dungeon floor already has a perfect trap on the floor; they don’t even have to hit up Ace Hardware for paint. A damp shop cloth and a little nail polish (Wet ’n Wild in “Red Red,” don’t leave home without it) brings it right up to working order.

“Why does it smell like a nail salon fucked a bloody wine cellar?” Crowley says, after he’s settled down a bit. He manifested right in the creepy torture chair (in the shackles, even! What service!) and he made some escape attempts followed by angry noises about rust stains. Now he’s recovered his dignity and has kicked back a bit, legs crossed, fingers steepled, oozing maximum levels of 2 cool 4 school.

“How do you know what a nail salon smells like?” Dean retorts.

“I get a monthly mani-pedi. There’s no shame in a little self-care, boys.” Crowley’s eyes trickle down to their feet. “Imagine what fungal horrors those work boots must conceal.” Then he squints, and looks up, finally taking in the whole room. “Could swear I’ve been here before. Little upscale for you, isn’t it? Did we splurge for a vacation rental?”

“Crowley, why don’t we roleplay Titanic?” Bones growls from the wall behind him, and Crowley’s face goes slack. “I’ll be the iceberg, and you can go down.”

Crowley swallows and slowly twists back, as far as the shackles let him. “Feathers, is that you? Well, as I live and breathe.”

“You do neither,” says Bones, with so much gravelly contempt that Dean suppresses a little shiver.

“Oh, I still breathe now and then, when the mood takes me. I’m a sentimentalist.” Crowley cranes his neck a little harder and squints into the dim. “Goodness, you’ve dropped some weight since we last spoke, haven’t you. Finally let go of all that pesky soft tissue?”

Bones tilts forward and kind of clatters onto hands and knees, then tipsily begins to rise up to standing. Dean’s a little concerned he’s gonna topple right over and they’re gonna spend the next two hours collecting him in a basket, but when he moves to help out, Bones waves him off. After a couple false starts he makes it up onto his feet bones and then shuffles out to the end of his chain, right under one of the overhead lights. He’s still a good couple feet off from Crowley, but Crowley looks like he wouldn’t mind a few extra acres.

Bones sways a little bit, just enough for Crowley to wince. “You didn’t come back.”

“I got busy.”

Sam shifts impatiently. “What is he?” he snaps, gesturing at Bones.

“Exceedingly dull,” Crowley says. “I should’ve guessed you were friends.”

Dean uncorks a fresh bottle of holy water.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Crowley amends, quickly. “And even if you did, you wouldn’t know what to do with him. It’d be like giving a laptop to a pair of howler monkeys.”

Dean puts his thumb over the mouth of the water bottle and holds it over Crowley’s head. “Try me.”

Crowley scoffs, rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t matter what he is, since he’s useless as long as he’s chained up. And I wouldn’t have left him down here if I had a single clue how to smuggle him out. I haven’t even been in here since the Bay of Pigs; I’d worked a loophole in one of the defense spells here that let me in. When it broke down, I lost my exploit. Wasn’t worth the bother after that.”

Dean slides his thumb a millimeter north of a perfect seal, and a fat drop of water busts its ass open on Crowley’s forehead and sends up a thin line of steam. “Good thing I’ve got a limitless supply of bother,” Dean notes. “Sam, we still got those syringes in the trunk?”

Crowley snarls. “Go ahead and melt me like the cartoon shoe in Roger Rabbit, it’s not going magically make me come up with a solution.”

Bones grunts and rattles his leg chain. “Do you speak Spanish, Crowley? Because you look like the Juan for me.”

“Did I teach you that one? You absolute xylophone.” Crowley glances back at Dean. “Do your worst, Squirrel, I deserve it.”

Sam frowns. “He uses the lines to get around the spell’s speech restrictions. This is something about speaking languages…were you able translate the Enochian symbols on his cuff?”

Crowley blinks. “What symbols?”

After a whole lot of faffing around with mirrors and terrible cellphone photography, they confirm that Crowley can’t see the symbols at all.

“More demon-proofing. Clever little buggers, those Men of Letters,” Crowley sighs. “A real shame they were peeled and eaten like bananas.”

Finally Sam just hunkers down with a pencil and pad to transcribe the entire ankle cuff, and Dean awkwardly holds up Bones’s ankle, like he’s being sized for a glass slipper. When they shove the results in Crowley’s face, Dean watches his eyes dart along the words.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, boys. Along with the usual wankery, there are instructions on how to release the cuff. I can translate it,” he finally says, with an unusually low inflection of bullshit, “but I’ll thank you to release me, first.”

Dean is flummoxed. “What, you’re not gonna haggle for a cut of the profits or anything?”

“Activating the release mechanism will free him completely, and restore his…restore him. I’d rather be at a safe distance.” He glances back at Bones, looming in the shadows. “A continent or three should do the trick.”

“If it doesn’t work–“

“I’d be more worried about what happens if it does,” Crowley sighs. “But feel free to summon me back for tea and sympathy. Here, I’ll even give you my number. But please, no personal photography. I pity you enough as it is.”

Crowley finally smokes out, and Dean has a beer to celebrate while Sam looks over the list of what they need and Bones clatters his fingertips like castanets. The ingredients are (as always) larded with shit that’s exotic and expensive; Sam is looking crestfallen at some of the items. “I’ve heard of all of this, but I’ve only seen maybe half of it for sale anywhere.”

“Baby, are you a yard sale? Because you’ve got some serious junk in that trunk,” Bones monotones. He’s back to lying on the floor.

At least it’s getting easier to translate this shit. “They’ve got all the ingredients here somewhere,” Dean says. Sam looks skeptical. “C’mon, Sam, no way these dudes would use a lock when they didn’t have the key.”

The ensuing scavenger hunt takes a few pints of elbow grease, but at least by the end they’re both familiar with the Bunker’s floor plan, document filing system, and inventory records. They find virtually everything in-house, though they do end up driving to the nearest farm stand for some hen’s eggs and rosemary (and heirloom tomatoes, because they look bomb).

Dean christens – or maybe exorcises – the kitchen range with some red meat, and they fuel up with burgers before taking the plunge. Dean’s still licking the ketchup off his fingers when Bones pipes up one last time. “Can I ask you something?” he says.

Dean and Sam brace for impact.

Bones sighs. “That’s not the start of a pickup line. I genuinely have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why are you so intent on freeing me? You could have just left me down here. I’m not a threat this way. You only have Crowley’s word that you might profit - or suffer - from my release.”

Sam gives Dean a look; it’s the look that says I sure hope you have an answer, because I think this entire thing has been dumb as shit and half as necessary. It’s a look Sam uses pretty regularly.

“Uh. It’s the right thing to do? As far as I can tell, you haven’t hurt anybody or done anything else to deserve being down here. We went through all those records upstairs, and there’s no note that says ‘by the way, that skeleton downstairs eats babies for breakfast.’ This place is cool, but the dudes who built it were obviously shady as fuck.”

“I see.” Bones sounds a little disappointed.

Sam fake-coughs into his hand, and Dean sets down his paper napkin. “Also, you seem cool. Like, you’re easy to hang out with. Other than the stinky one-liners, and we’re gonna wean you off of those.”

Bones straightens himself out a little. “Thank you, Dean. You know, on a scale of one to ten, I’d rate you a nine.”

“Okay, okay. Why not a ten?”

Bones sets his chin on his knuckle bones with a tidy little clack. “Because I’m the one you’re missing.”

Dean groans, but he thinks the guy might be smiling, somewhere behind that skeletal grin.

By hour two, Sam’s pretty tuckered out from pulverizing a billion and three mummified dove livers while reciting nonsense syllables, and Dean’s right arm is about to fall off from holding up this giant silver swizzle stick that’s either a really weird short sword or a decorative javelin, but Bones has never looked perkier. He’s lying on a nice white bedsheet and looking fresh as a recently exhumed daisy.

“Okay,” Sam rasps. “Light the candle and we should be good to go. Any last words, Bones?”

“Are either of you religious?” He crosses his arm bones over each other.

“Fuck no,” Dean answers, before Sam gets a chance to launch into it.

Bones shakes his skull fondly. “You should reconsider. Because you’re the answer to my prayers.”

Dean makes a gagging noise and lights the candle.

What happens next (well, after the cuff pops open) is some of the freakiest shit that Dean has ever seen, and his Freaky CV is pretty fucking impressive, thanks. Bones tells them to avert their eyes, “just in case”, but he takes a peek between his fingers anyway, because he’s an idiot.

For a second Bones is just lying there, and Dean has a second of real disappointment that maybe he’s Moved On Past The Veil or something, but then he starts…foaming. It starts out kind of uniform and colorless, but then it really picks up speed and volume and starts to separate into swaths of distinct and horrible colors and textures. He closes his eyes again for a second to give his stomach a chance to reboot, and when he looks again the foam is gone, and instead there’s a whole lot of angry jelly trying to form into organs.

Just as the jelly is really getting its shit together and looking more like lungs and intestines and stuff, the heart-jelly pulses once and sends out a fistful of big squishy vines…veins? and a fat white worm of nerve scrambles down the spinal column and starts putting out franchises. This is followed by some disturbingly tasty-looking red sheets of muscle that swiftly sheathe over all the whole scene, and then the muscles start sweating out fat and cartilage and this is the point where Dean decides that looking away is actually definitely one hundred percent for the best. Even then, the sounds are tough to handle.

Kinda wild: he’s seen people taken apart, but watching one get put back together is somehow gnarlier. Well, if this guy is even a person. It’s a human skeleton, sure, but god knows even Mickey Rourke has one under there.

Finally everything seems to have quieted down.

“How you doin’ over there, Bones?” Dean asks, and dares to take a peek.

Bones is crouched down in front of them, fists balled up in the bedsheets (it’s a relief that the bedsheets didn’t get accidentally sucked into the muscle layer or something, like one of those surgeons who leaves a sponge behind). Dean sees white guy skin and some dark messy hair and gets the gist of a decent build.

The face slowly cranes upwards, and Dean is really truly ready for anything here; tusks, fangs, Klingon forehead ridges, gingivitis. Instead he gets a faceful of hot math teacher. Bones’s eyes are still closed, but he’s frowning like he’s mentally reviewing his strategy to explain the quadratic equation to a roomful of horny teens.

He slowly rises to standing (yikes! Naked! Dean is a Moderately Bad Man, so he glances, but just long enough to register “nice), uncurling slowly and carefully.

Then he’s all the way up. Bones squares his shoulders and straightens the last kink in his spine, and the frown resolves. Dean’s about to say something, when his eyes snap open, and this cold white light absolutely blasts out of them, and fuck, Crowley wasn’t kidding: this guy is definitely A Thing. The whole room flattens and distorts in the light. Shadows race up the walls like they’re looking for a way out, then snap together into the shape of enormous ragged wings, stretching thirty feet higher than the actual ceiling clearance.

Then the light dies down; the wings fade into regular-grade shadows. Instead of a terrifying unearthly avatar of Oh Shit, Dean’s looking at a buck naked thirty-something math teacher. Who happens to be an unearthly avatar of Oh Shit. And has nice eyes.

“My name is Castiel, angel of the Lord, Seraph of the First Shield,” the avatar says, in a piss-shakingly resonant version of Bones’s voice.

Then: “Do you speak English, Dean?”

“Yes?” Dean fumbles.

“So do I,” says Castiel, and smiles.

Then he makes finger-guns.

Castiel sticks around for a grand total of five minutes before he’s suddenly gone again, because angels are (a) real and they can (b) teleport? at (c) any moment because (d) fuck you, then he reappears six hours later (clothed) standing over Dean’s bed, having apparently forgotten that humans like to sleep; this time Dean does shoot him, but luckily he doesn’t seem to take it personally.

“I located Crowley,” Bo- Castiel says. The silver sword-javelin thing is sitting on the kitchen counter in front of him; apparently it’s an Angel Blade and it lives in Castiel’s coat sleeve and can vaporize demons. It doesn’t look like it has any Crowley on it, but maybe it’s self-cleaning.

“Did you kill him?” Dean asks, now that he’s semi-coherent and wrapped around a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

“Not this time,” Cas answers. “He did help, after all.”

“Sure,” says Dean.

“You don’t need to let me fuck you in the ass, either,” Castiel says, and Dean honks some coffee up the back of his nose.

“Oh,” he gasps. “Okay. Cool. Thanks. Didn’t realize you could hear that convo all the way down there.”

“Angels have excellent hearing. Mine wasn’t impacted by the spell.”

Dean can think of at least three very private moments Castiel almost definitely could hear every instant of, and longs for death. Or maybe not, since apparently this guy lives in Heaven and could hear him there, too. “Great. Good to know. Noted.”

“But…” Castiel looks wistful.

“What?” Dean nudges him. Dean Winchester: angel nudger.

Castiel frowns. “If I said…” he stops himself. “This is…what I want to say is very irregular, at least between angels and humans.”

“Jesus christ on a goddamn pogo stick, man. It’s three in the morning, some of us have a circadian rhythm and a limited lifespan. Say whatever it is you gotta say.”

Castiel looks up and drowns Dean in his swimming pool eyes, which Dean has learned belong to a radio ad salesman in Illinois, who Castiel possessed a few years back before jumping several decades into the past to run some errands and getting rope-a-doped by the Men of Letters and then warehoused in their basement; after they all spontaneously bought the farm, he just slowly ran out of the power reserves needed to keep his vessel from turning to mush and hey presto, talking skeleton.

Classic story, really.

“If I said you had a beautiful body, Dean,” Castiel says, solemnly, “Would you hold it against m-“

Dean doesn’t let him finish. {AO3 version}

#spn fanfic #destiel #deancas #profoundnet #prompt fic

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no-worshiped-roads · 4 years ago

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Mayday RtU fight

so this is for @the-nsr-family Roads to Unity au

my crack at the mayday fight

go check out their blog they got lots of fun stuff, also this is long i lost control and it’s like 11 pages

Phase 1

Zuke dodged a flash of lighting that struck the spot he used to be standing in. He skidded a little across the smooth floor since it was already completely wet from the storm Mayday summoned. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Neon J and Eve also dodging both lightning and attacks from May’s guitar.

“Mayday please just listen to us!” Zuke pleaded.

“NO! WHY SHOULD I?!”

“Because there’s something you really need to know! We know who is behind all of this!”

“Oh I’m sure you do.” May spat out sarcastically.

The guitarist jumped back onto a higher part of the platform and began to sing. “Show me how to lie, you’re getting better all the time.”

Zuke dodged a blast from her guitar and slipped in the water on the floor. He slid till he crashed into some equipment in the room. Zuke hissed from the pain and rubbed his head where he had hit it. He could hear May still singing but was more focused on the stars in his eyes. Zuke looked up just in time to see lightning heading for him and braced for impact. When he felt nothing but the rain, he opened his eyes to see that Neon J had thrown one of his weapons in front of him, making a sheild.

Zuke shakily got to his feet, trying to get a better foothold on the slick floor “Thanks.”

Neon J gave him a nod before returning his attention to the fight. “We may have no choice but to fight back like we did before.”

Zuke winced at that, as fighting these people hasn’t been easy for him. He loved these people, and hell, Mayday was practically his sister by all means but blood. But he knew Neon J was right. If they just kept dodging there was no way they were going to survive, Mayday was too angry to be holding back. Beside Zuke wanted to get through to her before she got REALLY angry. He knew what would happen if she did but his companions didn’t. And while he knew what would happen, he wasn’t sure if that would help him stand up to it.

“Alright. I’m really sorry May but we’ve really got to talk.” Zuke pulled out his drumsticks and charged forward.

“So you talk with your drumsticks now?” She sneered, before returning to singing.

“Now dance sucker dance! Man, we never had a chance. And no one even knew, it was really only you.”

Zuke flinched at the lyrics, knowing exactly what May meant by them. He could only hope he could convince her otherwise. As he continued to try and make his way to Mayday, Zuke found himself mainly dodging and just trying to keep up with her, but like Kliff said before, this girl was an acrobat. She was dancing around them and avoiding most of their attacks. So while she had gotten a good number off on them, they could count the number of hits on her on one hand.

“Well I’ll admit, this is definitely challenging~” Neon J’s auto tune singing carried over the pounding rains.

“This rain certainly isn’t helping.” Eve added, as she nearly slipped off the platform she was on.

“With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit them right between the eyes”

“I feel like she might be saying something to you with this song choice.” Neon J muttered unhelpfully.

“When you walk away, nothing more to say.”

“Yeah I noticed.” Zuke droned out. He liked Neon J, but he had a bad habit of stating the obvious and not understanding rhetorical questions.

“Mayday please listen, none of the EDM artists had anything to do with those attacks, those were staged!”

“You call those attacks fake?! Do you even know how much damage they did?”

“He’s not saying their fake! Just that they were set up by someone who isn’t us!” Eve argued back.

Eve was using her reality warping abilities to redirect Mayday’s attacks away from her. At one point of redirecting lightning, she managed to make it strike Mayday in the back.

“Gah!” Mayday stumbled forward a bit, but quickly got her footing back and strummed an attack towards Eve. “And yet here you are, attacking all of us. Wasn’t you indeed.”

Eve jumped out of the way and landed next to Zuke. “I believe I may have just found a way for us to actually fight back.”

Zuke frowned, as he really didn;t like the idea of shocking Mayday with her own lighting but knew they had no choice. They weren’t getting anywhere going about this like a normal fight. Zuke nodded and dodged another attack by rolling out of the way. Banging his drumsticks together he sent a wave at Mayday who moved away, but left her open for Neon J to get a hit in on her.

“Nice work you did, you’re gonna go far kid, trust deceived!”

“Mayday, we don’t want to fight, But we’re also not gonna sit here and be wailed on. We really did talk to the others. I don’t know why you can’t contact them but we didn’t do anything to them, I swear!” Zuke called out again.

“Oh you swear? Yeah, like I’m supposed to trust anything you promise.”

Zuke winced. “Yeah alright I deserve that.” A dodge. “But please can we just talk, there’s a lot I have to tell you, a lot you need to know.”

“SHUT UP!”

Zuke jumped out of the way of a large bolt of lightning and counterattacked with his drumsticks. The fight continued like this for a while till Eve got one more of her lighting attacks to hit her, this one causing Mayday to slide down to her knees. Mayday huffed, whether from exhaustion or frustration was hard to say. She growled and forced herself back to her feet.

Phase 2

Mayday played a different tune on her guitar as the weather around them changed. The rains stopped, but the room turned white. A thick fog now permeated the area, reducing their field of vision to where they could barely make out their hand in front of their own face.

“SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND YOU’RE TO BLAME! You give love a bad name.”

Guitar riffs could be heard through the fog as musical blasts were shot at the group. Everyone dodged but when Zuke looked back up, he saw that they had lost each other in the fog.

“Eve, Neon J?!”

“An angel’s smile is what you sell, promise me heaven then put me through hell.”

Zuke felt the ground beneath him being blasted away and he was flung back. He grunted as he hit the ground behind him.

“We’re alright!” Neon J’s voice called through the fog. “But we aren’t going to be able to find each other much less Mayday in this fog. GAH!” Another guitar riff sounded off, clearly hitting Neon J.

“That’s kind of the point.” May’s voice drifted through the fog somewhere ahead of him.

Zuke acted quickly and smashed his drumsticks together in the direction he heard the voice. A small grunt greeted his ears, knowing he had hit her. Zuke then had to dodge again as a blast was the returned favor in his direction.

“Mayday those attacks really weren’t caused by the EDM artists. None of them even knew about the attacks till they were on the news!”

Another guitar riff was his only answer as he rolled to the side.

“Oh, you're a loaded gun, yeah. Oh, there's nowhere to run”

“Listen to where she is to find her! Use that to try and get to her!” Zuke called out and dodged another blast.

“No one can save me, the damage is done!”

Zuke continued to use his drumsticks to attack in the general direction that he could hear Mayday, and could hear his companions doing the same as well. Wherever they were in this fog. Of course this strategy went both ways. As they attacked they also made noise, which was how Mayday was finding them. Though to be fair, she had figured out that strategy long before Zuke did.

“I played my part and you played your game! You give love a bad name! You give looovvvveee---a bad name.”

Mayday was definitely picking songs that expressed what she was feeling towards Zuke. What she thought was going on, even though it wasn’t true. They had to keep pressing through and prove to her that Grunge was the only problem here. Not the EDM artists, and not him. A louder cry interrupted Zuke’s thoughts as he looked up to see the fog slowly clearing away. As it cleared out Zuke could make out Neon J near to where Mayday was, the latter on the ground again, panting. He watched her fist clench around the neck of her guitar and she swung at Neon J, making the man fall back and off the platform when he tried to move out of its way.

Phase 3

Mayday hopped back to her feet, with a bit more struggle this time, and started playing once again. Neon J grunted as he hoisted himself up from his rather big fall, given that this platform was well off the ground. As Mayday played her guitar she backflipped up to one of her trapeze platforms. The rock girl hopped from platform to platform, doing tricks as she did, all while playing her guitar. Zuke was so focused on watching her, and trying to keep her in his sights that he didn’t notice the drop in temperature.

“Wh-why is it s-s-so c-cold?”

Eve’s stuttering brought Zuke out of his trance as he huffed and realized he could see his own breath. The air was bitingly cold, and he found himself shivering much like his companions. Though Eve had it worst of all. Her outfit was beautiful, but not exactly warm. Zuke shuddered again in a vain attempt to warm his body as snow began to fall.

“Oh p-p-perfect, as if it w-wasn’t c-cold enough-AAHH” Neon J’s biting remark was cut short as the cyborg took a step back, only to slip on the ice that had formed on the floor.

The snow picked up to be more like a flurry now. Great. So now that had to deal with snow, the cold, the ice, and that Mayday was jumping and leaping around above them. She was already a hard target before, and all of this just made it harder. Mayday glared down at them, though more specifically him. Zuke did his best to hold her gaze and not wither under that glare. It was hard to say if she learned that from her mother or Kul Fyra. A familiar tune reached his ears as the rocker began to sing again.

“I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you, 'Cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you. Don't you know, don't you know? True friends stab you in the front!”

Zuke grimaced, it really did seem that May felt that all ties between them were cut. That he was a traitor of the worst kind. He tightened his grip on his drumsticks and got into his fighting stance. He had to convince her that she was wrong.

“Listen Mayday, We know who was really behind the attacks. She started out just sabotaging the other EDM artists.”

A rather solid blast of wind and snow pushed him back, with him sliding further due to the ice. He immediately had to dodge a guitar riff, which was harder given that the ice messed with his movements. After scrabbling in place for a bit, Zuke finally managed to skid out of the way, feeling the blast move his hair as it just missed him by inches. Zuke could see Eve and Neon J continuing to attack her, and struggling just as much as he was with all the ice and snow messing with their movement.

He watched as nearly no attacks were hitting her with her using her aerial equipment to swing around and avoid them. Zuke could feel his frustration beginning to build up and took some breaths to try and calm down.

“Mayday you have to listen to us!”

“Like hell I do!”

“Mayday! There’s an inside person at NSR! She staged those attacks, she set the EDM artists up to take the fall!”

“You got a lot of nerve, But not a lot of spine. You made your bed, When you worried about mine.”

“Gah will you just listen to me?! What is your problem?!” Zuke was losing his patience.

“MY problem?! Have you seriously not figured anything out yet?! How do you not understand?!”

The snow was beginning to pick up into something more like a blizzard, not that Zuke paid it any mind. Eve and Neon J however did notice,

“Um, Zuke?”

Zuke ignored Neon J. “Come on why are you being so stubborn? The Mayday I know would actually listen!”

The blizzard got stronger, and the air got a heavier feeling to it. “What the hell do you even know about me?! You abandoned me five years ago! You left me to deal with all of that crap on my own!”

“Zuke, this isn’t helping.” Eve hissed.

Zuke again ignored the words of his companions and continued to argue with his former friend. If she would just listen to him so things could be fixed. “For crying out loud it’s Grunge! It’s her fault all of this happened! She ruined EDM’s name, she arranged the attack on you, on everyone! She is the one to blame!”

“Seriously?! Now you’re blaming someone else! At least she stuck by our side through this, unlike you!”

Mayday blasted her guitar at him and Zuke leapt out of the way. Zuke didn’t know what came over him, but he just felt so angry, so frustrated. It was like it was with West when he just didn’t listen to his side of the story. So he brought his drumsticks together and hard. The blast was too big for May to dodge and knocked her straight off her aerial swing to the platform below. Her scream of pain definitely snapped him out of it though. The snow died down and the temperature returned to normal, with the ice starting to melt away.

Phase 4

Zuke didn’t pay any of it any mind as he could stare in horror at Mayday just lying on the platform unmoving. He could vaguely see his companions getting to their feet, having no idea how they got knocked down, but guessed it was the blizzard. The two looked up to see May’s crumpled form on the platform, her guitar laying away from her, having fallen off of her when Zuke had hit her.

“Um, what happened? The blizzard made it hard to see.” Neon J asked, unhelpfully.

Zuke could only swallow hard as his ears rang. Mayday’s body twitched, and Zuke breathed a small sigh of relief knowing she was okay. The girl slowly dragged herself into a sitting position, and hugged her sides. She was breathing hard, head down, obscuring her face. Zuke couldn’t read her expression.

“...did we win?”

“Not the time Neon J!” Eve bit back.

Mayday’s breathing got harder, harsher, till she was huffing in what Zuke had to guess was anger.

“Get away.”

Mayday’s voice was low, shaky. If Zuke had been smarter he would have picked up on what that meant. But instead he just assumed it was because of her fall. He took a step forward and Mayday stiffened.

“Go away.”

It was a lot harsher this time, though still shaky. Zuke ignored her demand again and stepped forward once more. “May please, I-”

“Don’t. Leave.”

The wind began to pick back up, a strange sound filling the room. Rains started again, but much harsher than before. Zuke paused looking around at the weather, he had to get her to stop before the weather became a problem again. He stepped forward again, ignoring the winds and rain worsening around him, even as his feet splashed in the water pooling on the floor.

Mayday’s body twitched, and her hands clenched into fists, slamming down on the platform. “I said”

“GO AWAY!” Mayday suddenly screamed, throwing her head back.

The winds were so strong now that they picked up the three companions and threw them to the back of the room. Everyone slammed into the walls and fell to the floor with a splash. Zuke pushed himself up to his knees and hands, and glanced towards Myday. Winds circled around her as the rain absolutely downpoured, reducing anything in the distance invisible. Mayday was hunched in the middle, shaking. Glancing up he saw exactly what he thought he would be forming above her.

“IS THAT A HURRICANE?!” Neon J screeched.

“Yeah maybe I should have warned you she could do that?” Zuke yelled back weakly.

“That would have been nice, yes!”

“Well we were supposed to have this taken care of before this happened.”

“We could have if it weren’t for you Zuke.”

Eve’s harsh voice made him flinch. “Hey what the hell does-”

“I may not have been able to see what happened when that blizzard picked up but I could hear it. You two arguing.”

The winds and rain continued to rage around them as Zuke stared at Eve. “She’s being stubborn! Nothing I say is getting through to her!”

“So are you Zuke.”

Zuke jolted back like he had been slapped. “I’M actually listening though!”

“Are you?”

“I’ve been helping you this entire time yes!”

“I’m not saying you’re not listening to us.”

“You just-”

“I’m saying you’re not listening to her.”

“...yes I am.”

“Are you? You seem to hear her when she argues back against us, total strangers to her. But you fail to hear the reason why she’s upset.”

“But it’s a misunderstanding!”

“Mostly yes. But she doesn’t know that, and you’re acting like she should. And like I said, mostly.”

“What does that even mean?!”

“She’s not wrong about you abandoning her.”

“Bu- hey!”

“She’s. Not. Wrong. And you have to accept that Zuke, she was attacked so badly that she apparently landed in the hospital for a week. And then, when she was recovering back at home, she finds out you’ve left NSR and are helping the people she believes attacked her. How do you think she felt in that moment?”

“...”

“And now you’re also throwing the blame all at Grunge’s feet, while not accepting your own fault in this. You could have handled how you left better. Not to mention you’ve come here and blamed her for being ‘too stubborn’ like it’s her fault she feels angry and hurt and betrayed.”

“...”

“I’m not saying you are a traitor, but you did leave her. And you need to own up to that. You can’t let your anger control you, or you’ll do things you’ll regret forever.”

“...”

Zuke thought back to the second encounter with West when he disowned him, and how they had somewhat made up in the third encounter. He wonders what would have happened had he not run into him again. Would that have been it? Would he have never seen West again? Would his brother leave the city for good? Zuke thought on it further and frowned, remembering it was Kliff who got across what Zuke couldn’t say. Wouldn’t. Too stubborn to.

Zuke sighed. “...you’re right. I’ve only made things worse. I kept thinking about how this affected you guys, and how I felt. And completely ignored what Mayday was feeling.”

“So what do we do now then?” Neon J had walked over to the two as they had argued. It was slow going given that the winds threatened to throw him again.

“I’m gonna try talking to her again, but I need to get close. Can you two cover me? I don’t think I can get to her through the hurricane and if she starts attacking again.”

“What are you going to do?”

Zuke turned to Neon J. “What I told Kliff I was going to do. What I should have done from the beginning.”

The two nodded at him and Zuke began to walk forward. He had to take precise and heavy steps, the hurricane's gale force winds threatening to throw into the wall again. As he trudged onwards, May’s head snapped up slightly. He could just make out her eye’s glaring at him in not just anger, but pure anguish.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Lightning began to rain down from the hurricane above him, and as Zuke braced for impact, Neon J and Eve came to his rescue. Neon J fired off his weapons to stop the lightning before it reached him, while Eve redirected it harmlessly behind them. Zuke continued to Mayday while his friends kept him from getting hit.

“NO! GET BACK!”

May’s attacks became more erratic and frequent. Though with how wild they were, more and more of her attacks were missing. Zuke finally reached the platform Mayday was on and gripped the beams holding it up. He hoisted himself up on the first beam and began climbing up, he didn’t have time to try and find the stairs. Heck, with what Mayday could do, there probably weren’t any. At this point Zuke wasn’t being attacked at all, and he couldn’t hear lighting cracking against the ground anymore. The hurricane was still going strong, but she had stopped directly attacking them. At this point she really was just trying to make them leave her alone.

Zuke finally reached the top of the stage and forced himself up on to it. He could see Mayday’s body trembling in the middle of it. Zuke had to drag himself across the stage, knowing that if he stood up he would be blown off. He could feel himself getting even more soaked from all the water pooling on the floor but he didn’t care. He had to get to May. Finally an outreached hand touched May’s leg.

She slapped his hand off. “Go away.”

Zuke pushed himself up so he was sitting in front of Mayday on his knees. “May, I’ve not done anything right by you since that day five years ago.”

“....”

“I left without saying anything, or explaining myself. I come back after all this time and I just hurt you more, and that’s not right. I’ve been so focused on what I want I didn’t consider how you felt.”

“...”

“I know my words are probably empty coming from someone who abandoned you, but I promise you the EDM artists won’t hurt you. They were sabotaged and set up by Grunge. She wants rock to rule as the top music genre, no matter the cost And was going to ensure it by any means possible.”

“..is that all you came here for?” Mayday’s voice is quiet, quivering.

“No.” Zuke reached forward and pulled Mayday into a hug. The girl flinched, and though she didn't pull back, she didn’t reciprocate either.

“I’m sorry. For everything. For what happened to you, for what you went through afterwards. For just leaving you like that and not explaining anything. For not really trying to get a hold of you for five years. For being a coward. I’m so, so sorry May. You have every right to be mad at me, and I understand if you won’t forgive me. But I’m not going to hurt you. Not again. I promise.”

He could feel May’s body tremble against his and suddenly felt a tight grip around his back as she hugged him back. The winds began to die down and the rain stopped pouring. Mayday just sobbed into his shirt, letting out all that built up hurt she had been shoving down for five years. Zuke just held her for a long time, apologizing over and over again till she finally stopped crying. He had thought all he had to do was stop Grunge, but now realized that even when they beat her, and she was gone, there was still going to be a long road of recovery ahead of them.

Everything that had happened had left lasting marks on the artists that weren’t just going to go away like that. And for once, Zuke was really going to stay by Mayday’s side, and help her through all of it. This was a promise he wasn’t going to break.

#nsr #nsr mayday #nsr zuke #rtu #Roads to Unity #nsr au #nsr eve #nsr neon j #no straight roads #no straight roads au

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sheepyships-archive · 4 years ago

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The Lover’s Case

summary: a collection of headcanons for an au created including eli clark as a private detective and me as his badass partner, and how we work together and begin to simp for one another.

genre: fluff, light crack?? angst/comfort sprinkled in at the end

warnings: cops, gore(??)/murder scene mentions, violence and nightmares, angst/panicking but it’s fixed with comfort!

a/n: an au idea i suddenly had at like 10 pm and continued to write till 12:44 am, private detective!eli clark x rebel to-be partner!me au owns my heart so i decided to write headcanons for it because i was thinking about him and was in a shitty mood before bed, so... headcanon time!!!

-eli’s a private detective(in his recluse outfit ofc because i am truly a simp for that fit) and works on his own or strictly with other detectives

-(he doesn’t trust the police because where it’s set in this au, they’re known for fucking with evidence when it’s fitting for them, and also fuck cops in general so he’s a mainly lone private detective)

-i’m a well-known rebellious citizen that enjoys snooping around and looking into crime that goes on, even going to the scene of the crime when no one is around to get a closer look and come up with my own theories

-listen i don’t want to go to college and have one job for the rest of my life, that applies in this au too

-even though i could get into trouble for snooping too far in and not being a certified detective, fuck you and fuck off my life my rules

-we are the bad girl x good guy aesthetic, i have a motorcycle and have a lot of grunge outfits and he looks put together and calm

-but don’t be fooled! we are both also badass of course.

-i lowkey and unofficially become his partner in the cases he takes after we bump into each other at one of the crime scenes(a m//rder scene to be exact) he was going to inspect, and he found me examining it

-when he starts to scold me for how much danger i could be getting into(with the police or the culprit) i only argue back with him, and give him my own ideas i have about what could’ve happened because i don’t let bitches scold me

-even though i can be stupid and overthink, a lot, among other things. listen i may be stupid,

-anyways! while some of the ideas i spouted are... definitely outlandish(on purpose because i’m not serious half the time), some of them make a lot of sense and he didn’t even think that they could be connected to the case

-after first he’s hesitant to work with me, but i annoy him into letting me help and he begrudgingly agrees to work with me

-“but only this once. you aren’t even a certified detective...” “HELL YEAH LET’S FUCKING GO!”

-eli talking to his owl after that interaction: “brooke rose have i made a mistake?”

-but after i help him a bit more with the case(and give a lot of my attention to brooke rose as i help him), he’s able to figure out the case and solve it, taking the right steps to have the culprit arrested!

-case complete! but something still feels... missing, at least for eli.

-he realizes the potential i have in solving cases than the whole police force in the town or any other detective he worked with

-after a few days of thinking it over, he decides to make me his partner, and he goes to my house one night and gives me the offer, which goes a little like this:

-he steps up to the door of the apartment that i live in, he was able to sneak in somehow, but that’s not important

-when he knocks on my door, he has brooke rose on his shoulder, knowing that’ll show he’s there in a more casual and calm sense

-when i open the door i’m only in a baggy sweater and shorts, and he’s like 😳 because he’s thinking, ‘oh wait she’s kinda cute..’

-and he’d only seen me in a black leather jacket, a long band t-shirt and skinny jeans, so this is new

-eli unlocked my night fit. i unlocked eli’s attraction to me. ✌️😌

-i lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, looking up at him with a smug grin,

-“aww, hey owl detective! i wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, do you need somethin’?” “you... could say that, how would you feel about being my partner, [insert my last name because fuck you i ain’t risking that]?”

-so after that, he takes me under his wing

-that’s funny haha wing joke because he still has brooke rose his owl hehe

-m’kay shut up katlin you aren’t funny just write the headcanons.

-remember when i said i have a motorcycle in this au? that’s boutta come back up now

-we definitely ride together in my motorcycle, he used to have to walk or run around everywhere, but after meeting me, not anymore!

-having him sit behind me with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist is a must since he doesn’t know how to ride a motorcycle and we don’t want him to fall off, y’know?

-“are you enjoying yourself, eli?!” “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I AM ALWAYS AFRAID WHENEVER I RIDE WITH YOU!?!” “...i’ll take that as your doing splendid!”

-i don’t even ride that fast, he’s just not used to it since he’s used to traveling around town by foot

-i hold my arm out for eli to grab onto so he doesn’t stumble and fall onto the ground, giggling when he “glares” at me, but we continue on with our business!

-yeah the motorcycle stuff is self-indulgent because i want this to happen

-as time goes on and we become closer by working on more cases together, or hanging out a bit outside of work, we become much closer! with us becoming closer we also begin to harbor

-well, y’know, romantic feelings towards each other

-for how we officially get together, i have it all planned out.

-it’s one night after one we are taking a vacation off of working on the cases, because of one we were working on for awhile was finally solved

-it was a longer, more draining one, with us continuously getting stuck, being stopped and questioned by the police(who repeatedly threatened to arrest us, especially me(and eli too, even though he was literally a private detective)), kept losing the culprit and getting into danger with the culprit sending their henchmen after us, etc. just very draining and stressful for the two of us.

-one night, eli has a nightmare back to one of the nights where we were being followed by the henchmen of the culprit while riding home on the motorcycle

-in real life, we were able to escape from them by going down a deserted road and losing them before heading to eli’s house to hideout at, which was closest at the time

-but in his nightmare, we heard a pop noise and one of the motorcycle’s tires deflating and we’re forced to pull over

-before we can run or hide, we are ambushed are being separated from each other when they grab me and drag me away, i struggle and yell at them and eli is pinned down onto the ground, on of the assailants elbows digging into his back while they held his arms behind him

-eli can only watch hopelessly as i’m dragged off, screaming for me, and at our captors to at least let me go and take him instead

-before more can happen in the nightmare, eli pulls himself out of it in cold sweat, shooting up off his bed and breathing in and out heavily, he sighs and stands up off his bed

-brooke rose can tell he’s uneasy and flies over to comfort him, he starts to pace around his home, fiddling with the things he owns, getting water(even if he wasn’t thirsty), etc. he was nervous, and this wasn’t like him

-then, some scary thoughts start to form in his mind, making his original nervousness increase tenfold and become full on panicking

-was katlin alright? was she sleeping peacefully at her home? what if the culprit’s henchmen were still after us? or after her specifically?

-oh fuck.

-this made him panic and he quickly flew up from whatever he was doing before to go get dressed in his usual attire, putting the bandages around his eyes before running over to my place, brooke rose flying behind him

-as he’s running, he doesn’t even realize that he’s started crying under the bandages, his focus on getting to my place and making sure i’m safe

-when he arrives, he almost runs into the door, but is able to stop in time and starts to knock on it

-the loud, obnoxious knocking wakes me up and i grumble before walking over to the door and opening it while rubbing my eyes

-“it’s four in the fucking morning, who is-“

-as i look up to see eli, and see how his panting and obviously distressed, my irritated and tired mood completely switches to a concerned one

-“wh- eli? are you okay? what’s going on?” “i just- i had- i had to make sure that..”

-he isn’t able to make a coherent response and just let’s a sob fall from his lips, nearly collapsing onto his knees in front of me

-i’m of course freaking out too, the usually calm and collected eli is now a sobbing mess at my door, and i have no clue why, so i begin to panic as well

-i place my hands on each of his shoulders and pull him closer into a firm hug, wrapping my arms around his neck and pull his head into my shoulder

-eli almost immediately accepts it, wrapping both arms around me and clinging onto my baggy pajama sweater, sobbing into my shoulder

-“let’s get you inside, okay? i can make you some hot chocolate or something to eat?”

-he nods and i lead him into my house, sitting him down on the couch before disappearing off to my kitchen only to return minutes later with hot chocolate and some snacks, setting them down onto the table in front of the couch

-“i know you probably expect a meal and stuff, but i live alone and don’t have many guests over, so this is all i really got.” “there’s no need for anything fancy, katlin.. thank you.”

-as he starts to slowly eat and drink, we sit there in awkward silence for awhile, neither of us super tired now

-“so, umm.. what was it that you had to make sure of, eli?”

-he freezes for a moment when he remembers the nightmare he had, he sighs and rests back on the couch fully

-“i... wanted to check on you, to make sure you were okay. i had a nightmare back to the night when we were being followed and had to hide at my house, and... and-“

-his admission makes me flush somewhat and become warm, i turn to him as he attempts to stutter out an answer, taking his hands and squeezing them

-“don’t continue if you don’t feel like you’re able to right now, i’m here and i’m safe.”

-eli turns to me, i smile even though he can’t see it and gently wipe his cheeks that were damp from his tears with my sleeve, he relaxes and scoots closer

-he feels me gently run my hand along his bandages and he tenses up as a frown forms on his features, slowly reaching up to grab my wrists, making me freeze up completely

-“m-may i?” “do it, move my bandages..”

-when i do move the bandages down to rest around his neck, i see his blank, distant, grayish blue eyes, he sighs and takes my hands into his

-“i didn’t know how you would react, but.. now is a better time than ever.” he says with a sigh, as if everything is finally being lifted from his shoulders as he continues, “i... i’m blind. it’s part of the reason why i worked alone for awhile, i didn’t want others to find out and think i’m useless, even though i’m not.”

-i’m taken aback by his confession, at first i’m angry at whoever made him feel this way, but brush it off and focus on him again, now smiling and holding his face with my hands and press my forehead into his

-“i’m glad you can recognize your own strengths, because you are so strong, and brave, eli. you’ve gone through so much bullshit with so many people in this goddamn town, and you continue to prove that you can be trusted, and are capable of doing great things! maybe those bitches will never understand my thinking, but i believe you are just.. so amazing, and inspiring, for everyone around you!”

-eli has to bite back a sob when he hears me pour my heart out to him about how i feel, biting his lip and smiling, he shuts his eyes and starts to tear up and cry again, but now out of happiness as he presses his forehead into mine in return

-“i... i love you, fuck, i love you.” he murmurs as the realization of his feelings hit him like a train, he places both hands on my sides, starting to move closer to me and pull me closer to his form

-i open my eyes wide and look up at him, seeing him crying. my gaze softens on him with love and i smile once more, gently wiping his tears away as some small tears form in my eyes, “i love you too, you have no idea..”

-eli smiles and moves his head back for a moment, he reaches up slowly and feels around my face with his fingers, making me giggle in confusion until his thumb touches my lip, and realization hits me almost immediately.

-“are you gonna..?” “i want to, but only if you’ll let me.”

-when he feels me nod, he leans closer as his eyes close, but he stops when his lips are just grazing mine and he freezes up for a second, but then he leans in further and kisses me gently, holding my chin in between his fingers now

-i close my eyes and place my hands on the back of his neck, melting into the kiss and moving my hands up behind his head to run them through his hair before we pull back after a moment, i smile.

-when i start to yawn, i look up at the clock nearby and am shocked at the fact that an hour and a half has already passed, but am nonetheless happy that i spent that time with eli.

-“it’s already five thirty? christ... eli, do you wanna just wanna stay here with me? it’s almost morning, and it’d be rude of me to kick you out after, well, y’know..” “i would enjoy that greatly.”

-we end up falling asleep in my bed, facing each other with our arms wrapped around one another, my head resting in the crook of his neck, right under his head while he rests his on top of mine

-we both sleep peacefully from then on.

-so... we’re basically detective partners but also in love, i do not do not make the rules

#❀ romantic . f/o #idv #identity v #🔮 our . future ❄️#sylvie . writes ✎

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kangtaebins · 4 years ago

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,,

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

#idk what to put in the tags so if you actually read all of these then damn you're the real mvp

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whyhellosims · 1 year ago

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Happy Simblreen, friends! First gift of the season is the Carnaval Kit overalls converted for kids!

Info and download links under the cut!

What you get: Twenty total swatches, including all original colors and a few new/grungy ones for fun, plus the usual white swatch for the recolor adventurous. What you don't get? NECKLACES. Sorry, kids, I just could not get them to display correctly, so no necklaces with this. It's a full body outfit, unisex, disallowed for random. You can find it enabled for athletic, hot weather, every day, and party under the jumpsuits and overalls sort.

Some in-game shots (sorry, it was cloudy AF):

TOU: No pay sites ever. This item is free always, no conditions, no a*fly links. If you use it and you want to credit me, I’d love to see your sims, so just tag me. This is also part of my #WHS-LittleGrunge collection, so feel free to check out the other pieces!

If you like my work, please consider a reblog to spread the word? Got requests? Need specific recolors? Find a problem? Please feel free to send me an ask or a DM! I promise I don’t bite and I’m still learning, so I’m happy to help!

Thank you to @sssvitlanz, @mmfinds, @alwaysfreecc, @mmoutfitters, @public-ccfinds, @simblreenofficial

Moar WHS CC

Here we goes! ➡ SFS Link / Google Drive

Thank you so much for making simblr a fun and delightful community! Happy Simblreen, my friend, and stay spooky!

#ts4cc #sims4cc #ts4 cc #sims 4 cc #maxis match cc #WHS #whs cc #whs-little grunge #child

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wahbegan · 5 years ago

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All right @maryreadings eheheuhuhmblemumble thing w/e you know

Icon - The woman from “Burn It All Down”/If I Had a Tail by Queens of the Stone Age and Boneface i usually just call her Death cause that’s the...that’s the leading theory what she’s supposed to represent yeah uh yeah Death. Death it’s ju...it’s just fucking Death

Content - Grunge and movie shit initially, now it’s movie and a bunch of music and whatever the fuck i’m hyperfixating on and video games and some literature shit and politics and feminism and i want to kill cops and sad sad i am sad so very very very sad

Letter color - Wh....white it’s literally...it’s no even if you are color blind you can clearly see it’s white i don’t it is literally impossible to-

Header - (I think it meant like what’s written at the top of ur blog babe) ((or did it idk maybe i’m the dumbass w/e i’ll do both)) The Entire Rest of Eternity Spent in Fuckin’ Bruges is an excerpt from the final monologue of In Bruges i.e. my favorite movie, and the picture is a little doodle i did in high school. Actually it’s a doodle for The Smashing Pumpkins song Rocket, the whole thing if you look at the page has I SHALL BE FREE written next to the rocket so yeah

Url - Ojibwe for “Flowers”, poem by Anishanaabe writer/poet/satirist/political columnist Jim Northrup about his brother’s PTSD from Vietnam and subsequent suicide

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justanotherboyinblue · 5 years ago

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Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? spotify!!

is your room messy or clean? ...depends if i don’t have company, or i haven’t been made to clean it, it’s relatively messy. well. it’s not messy to me, because i know where everything is and why things are...not...put away, but messy to Literally Everyone Else

what color are your eyes? brown!

do you like your name? why? i Love my name mostly because i chose it and i like how it sounds I Just Think It’s Neat

what is your relationship status? taken! i have two beautiful partners that i love very very much

describe your personality in 3 words or less Chaotic Disaster Gay

what color hair do you have? also brown dkjbsgalk

what kind of car do you drive? color? i don’t drive! don’t have my license yet

where do you shop? anywhere and everywhere alksjdb meijer? ig?

how would you describe your style? Grunge

favorite social media account discord! ‘s how i talk to my babies :3

what size bed do you have? a twin! v comfy, v bouncy

any siblings? unfortunately two brothers both are Assholes

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? switzerland honestly first of all, lgbtq+ has been legal there since 1942 like look at them Go oh my gosh also! i love german, it’s such a fascinating language but the biggest reason? that’s where moje rojena wants to live

favorite snapchat filter? i don’t have snapchat, and don’t really plan to kjasbdl

favorite makeup brand(s) don’t wear it! the only thing i use is chapstick lmao a wonderful vanilla chapstick by Eos

how many times a week do you shower? sometimes every night, but mostly every other night! so three or four

favorite tv show? oh gosh there are so many she-ra is probably at the top i love supernatural, and elementary, bbc sherlock, person of interest, steven universe there are a bunch of amazing shows i love!

shoe size? i think i wear like a ten and a half quadruple e do with that as you will

how tall are you? 5′4 i think probably

sandals or sneakers? flip flops!! or barefoot kadjbsgl

do you go to the gym? i don’t think i’ve ever even seen the inside of a gym

describe your dream date cuddle pile some show or movie on tv So Many Blankets but the most important thing the Most Important thing is that my babies are with me and that’s all i really need

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? i don’t have any cash, but i have like a little over $50 on my card

what color socks are you wearing? white with gray designs

how many pillows do you sleep with? normally three, but i’ll bring in another three if i want to build a Nest:tm:

do you have a job? what do you do? no job! i think my first job will be working at my local library

how many friends do you have? uhhhhhhh no idea a dozen? idk maybe half a dozen i really have no idea, and i have a horrible memory

what's the worst thing you have ever done? I Will Not Divulge Such Information

what's your favorite candle scent? there’s this one candle we have that’s tide+kelp scented but it just smells like a speedstick it’s awesome

3 favorite boy names Leo (obviously) Tobias Axel

3 favorite girl names L(again, obviously) Celeste i’ve always loved the name Andromeda as well!

favorite actor? Ezra Miller!! they’re a nonbinary icon, first of all, and they’re an amazing actor in my opinion! they’re Credence in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Barry in Justice Leauge

favorite actress? hmmmmmmmmmm probably Margot Robbie tbh love her stuff also? have you seen the trailer for Birds of Prey? we Stan

who is your celebrity crush? don’t have one kjdsablg

favorite movie? oh gosh I Cannot Choose A Favorite Anything Okay i love Avatar(the one with the blue aliens not the Disgrace Of A Movie), and The Dark Knight, Captain Marvel, Abominable, and so many others

do you read a lot? what's your favorite book? i do! i used to read almost a full book every day Finding Me by Katheryn Cushman is really good, and so is Five Feet Apart, i love the Divergent series too!

money or brains? brains duh, if you’re smart you can make more money but if you’re an idiot with money what happens when you run out

do you have a nickname? what is it? not really kjabdsga my partners have their nicknames for me of course, but with my actual name you can’t have a lot of nicknames Leo calls me Q, i’ve been called Stefano and Viktor, one friend used Quimberly for a while akjfgbslkdfg

how many times have you been to the hospital? other than when i was born, i think only the once!

top 10 favorite songs Here We Go sweet tooth-Scott Helman adderall- Max Frost bambi- Hippo Campus roxxane- Arizona Zervas grixtronics- GRiZ iSpy- KYLE truth hurts- kidz bop (fuck off it slaps) walk man- TMG mr.clean- Yung Gravy peach scone- Hobo Johnson

do you take any medications daily? nope!

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) definitely oily

what is your biggest fear? Ya Boi Out Here With Abandonment Issues

how many kids do you want? i’ll stick with my fur babies thank you very much

what's your go-to hairstyle? in my face covering my right eye so i can’t see with it because it annoys my mother and i think i look Hot

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium i would think? we don’t have a second floor or a finished basement, but i’ve never had to bunk with either of my brothers so

who is your role model? no one specific! just, kind people, yk?

what was the last compliment you received? i think it was on...monday? when Leo kept telling me i was adorable XD

what was the last text you sent? to a gc with my partners saying i was going mia because I Have The Right To Not Interact With Anyone For Several Days And Watch Movies no i will not be taking criticism

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? like somewhere from seven to nine i think i have no idea dude, i have the memory of a goldfish

what is your dream car? .... 1967 black chevy impala

opinion on smoking? bad for you, love the smell, not gonna tell you to stop, will just worry quietly in the corner because i won’t tell you what to do with your life

do you go to college? nope! still in high school, i probably won’t go to college tbh

what is your dream job? owning my own bookstore! with a cafe a cat cafe i have it planned out to a concerning degree

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? i’ve lived in one place my entire life and it’s on the side of the highway with no neighbors so Suburbs Be Like Scary

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? oh absolutely

do you have freckles? no and i’m salty about it

do you smile for pictures? of course! never with my teeth tho because my canines are halfway up my face :)

how many pictures do you have on your phone? don’t have a phone! i have a Whole Bunch on my computer though

have you ever peed in the woods? did not work out tried once Never Again

do you still watch cartoons? of course i do i’m gay it’s legally required

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonald's? i’ve never had McDonald's nuggets but Wendy’s has the best for sure

Favorite dipping sauce? ranch or campfire sauce

what do you wear to bed? pajamas???? in winter it’s long sleeve tees with fuzzy pants in summer it’s basketball shorts and whatever twenty-year-old shirt i can find in my closet

have you ever won a spelling bee? i’ve never entered one so no homeschool for the win

what are your hobbies? Anything On A Screen and books mostly books on a screen but i’ll occasionally pick up a paperback also food and swimming

can you draw? s o m e t i m e s

do you play an instrument? i played guitar for a while, but i broke one of the strings and don’t have the tools to replace it i really want a ukelele

what was the last concert you saw? i went to a college campus for four days with my youth group, and a band named Sing Love played every night

tea or coffee? Neither

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Also Neither i’ve been to starbucks one time and it was the most disappointing drink i’ve ever had i am a loyal biggby customer even though i haven’t been there in over a year

do you want to get married? not in the traditional sense i couldn’t even if i wanted to because the us said No Polyam Rights

what is your crush’s first and last initial? L.R. + L.G.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? probably! or we’ll both take a new one together

what color looks best on you? warm colors!! i do look Fabulous in a nice cool forest green though

do you miss anyone right now? Of Course I Do I’m In A Long Distance Relationship With Two People

do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed if it was open my asshole cat would eat all my hair ties and my fairy lights

do you believe in ghosts? nope!

what is your biggest pet peeve? uh people who assume? ig?

last person you called? Leo XD

favorite ice cream flavor? mint chocolate chip!!

regular oreos or golden oreos? The Golden Ones they taste like lemon even if they’re not the lemon ones i love it

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? i don’t like sprinkles because i’m a Monster

what shirt are you wearing? i’m Not It’s Hoodie Season

what is your phone background? my tablet backgrounds are Leo and L because i’m a Sap

are you outgoing or shy? Both i’m getting a lot better in the confidence department, but i still get nervous and overwhelmed sometimes!

do you like it when people play with your hair? I Cry Every Time and so does Leo it’s adorable

do you like your neighbors? if i did i would hate them because i Can

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? not outside of the shower

have you ever been high? nope

have you ever been drunk? nope

last thing you ate? leftover itallian mac n cheese

favorite lyrics right now ..... ................. raindrops on rose and whiskers on kittens~ sTICKING-

summer or winter? winter!!

day or night? night, of course

dark, milk, or white chocolate? milk! or dark with sea salt

favorite month? hm maybe august because it’s just starting to get cold, but you can also still swim on the warm days

what is your zodiac sign pisces! as i’m sure is obvious

who was the last person you cried in front of? my mother Because Leaving Me Alone For Five Minutes Is Impossible

thank you Luxet for the questions!

#meet the blogger #long post #tw cursing #tw caps #tw alchohol #tw drugs #tw marriage #tw college #i should #probably finish my school #after taking like two hours to do this #I'm A Responsible Child

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lancetuckershairgel · 6 years ago

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TJ is looking for a good time, but Destroyer!Chris has other plans with the twink he found wandering the streets~ Red🌶

Oh 🌶 Anon it’s so nice to meet you! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

HBC Drunk Drabbles!Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x TJ HammondWarnings: Drug use (a lot of drug use ok?), unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, TJ’s a bit nervous

@buckmesideways22 @cametobuyplums @stuck-y-together @eurynome827

Gravel crunched underneath the tires as the red truck drove up the driveway. TJ sat in the passenger seat, hands fidgeting in his lap as he took in the scene before him. A rundown house sat on the outskirts of town, a dog barking at the arrival of the men. Beat up cars littered the yard. Trash scattered across the lawn. A few broken windows covered with sheets.

“You look nervous” Chris chuckled as he put the truck in park, opening his door.

“Just a little.” Tj let out a nervous chuckle

“It’ll be fine.” Chris said “Come on”

What that kid wouldn’t do for a fix. Meeting a stranger when leaving the bar, asking if he wanted some cocaine. TJ instantly said yes and hopped into the truck without a second thought. He didn’t know that Chris would take him to a house in the middle of nowhere and all sorts of thoughts began to run through his head, but he wanted his fix. He needed it.

TJ climbed out of the car and followed Chris into the house. Loud grunge music played and several people were scattered throughout the living room and kitchen. Some were doing lines, some drinking, some sitting on the furniture making out. Chris took TJ’s hand and lead him through the house and down the hall to a bedroom, leading him inside. He closed the door and locked it, pointing to the bed.

“Sit” Chris grumbled “I’ll get the stuff”

TJ sat down on the foot of the bed and watched as Chris took out a baggie from the top dresser drawer. Chris opened it up and poured some of the cocaine out onto the mirror, using a razor blade to divide it.

“I’m going to have to pay for this first, right?” TJ asked, hand already going to his back pocket to pull out his wallet

“Of course” Chris turned around, carrying the mirror over to the bed and laying down, head propped against the headboard “But I don’t want money”

TJ’s eyes widened.

“Wh–what do you want?”

“You.” Chris said, setting the mirror down on the nightstand and pulling off his tank top

TJ knew what Chris’ answer would be and he simply nodded, turning to crawl up the bed. Chris took the mirror and tipped it, dumping some of the cocaine out onto his chiseled stomach. He handed TJ the razor blade and put his arms behind his head.

“Go ahead, Sweetheart” Chris encouraged

TJ knelt on his knees beside Chris and began to form a line, careful not to cut Chris’ skin, although at this point he wouldn’t care if the drugs were mixed with blood. He needed it. When he was done he leaned down, a finger closing one side of his nose as he snorted the powder. Chris moved a hand to TJ’s head as the boy finished the line.

“Fuck..” Tj sat up, closing his eyes

“Better?” Chris smiled

TJ nodded and began to unbuckle Chris’ belt, sliding his jeans down over his hips and pulling out his cock.

“Holy shit” TJ muttered, his pupils widening “It’s so thick”

Chris let out a growling laugh.

“Think you can take it?”

“I’m gonna have fun trying”

TJ dipped his head and began to lick the underside of Chris’ cock, moving up to the head and sucking it in between his lip. Chris’ hair tangled in TJ’s hair and he grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it. TJ began to take more of Chris’ cock in his mouth, his jaw stretching to fit it all in. Chris took a long drag of the cigarette, pushing TJ’s head further down. He exhaled as the younger man began to gag, groaning at the feel of his throat and tongue trying to accommodate him.

“You’re doing good, Baby Boy. Take it all in” Chris growled, pushing on TJ’s head more

TJ adjusted quickly and began to move his head up and down, moaning around Chris’ cock as the drugs and lust took over. After several minutes Chris grabbed TJ’s hair and pulled him off. TJ whined and looked at Chris, confused.

“I wanna see if your ass feels as good as your mouth” Chris said, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray

“You’re so big, I don’t know..I might need some more” TJ winked up at him

Chris smiled and handed the mirror to TJ, who took it and poured some out onto Chris’ pubic area before leaning down and snorting it. Chris was trimmed, the short hairs tickling at TJ’s nose as he consumed the cocaine. Sitting up and rubbing his nose, TJ nodded at Chris.

“I think I’m good now”

“Get your pants off and get on your knees, Baby Boy” Chris said, rolling off the bed and grabbing a bottle of lube

TJ did as he was told and within seconds he was on his knees in Chris’ bed, ass high in the air as his head pressed into the sheets. Chris lubed up his cock and a finger. He inserted his finger into TJ’s ass, a groan escaping his throat at the tightness.

“You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my dick, Sweetheart” Chris growled, pulling his finger out and placing the head of his cock at the entrance.

“Oh fuckkkk”

TJ gripped the sheets tight as Chris pushed in him, not hard but not nearly as gentle as he needed to. TJ had to adjust quickly because within seconds Chris was bottoming out, balls touching against his.

“How’s that feel?” Chris said, gripping TJ’s hips as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward

“Fucking” TJ screamed out “Amazing”

“You want it harder?” Chris growled, a hand placed firmly on TJ’s lower back as he thrust in and out of the boy

“Yes” TJ cried out

“Yes what?” Chris stilled, voice dripping with dominance

“Yes, Daddy, fuck me harder!” TJ whined, pushing back against Chris

“Good boy”

Chris pulled back and slammed forward, his tight grip on TJ keeping the boy from flying straight off the bed with the force Chris was slamming into him with. TJ’s head spun, the effect of the lines he had snorted and the feeling of Chris’ cock filling his ass full swirled around his head making him delirious. Over and over Chris slammed against TJ, fingers bruising as they gripped his ass, hips and back.

“Fuck…I wanna cum so bad” TJ whimpered “Please”

“Touch yourself, Sweetheart. Reach under and jerk that pretty cock of yours” Chris ordered as he continued fucking into the smaller boy

“Thank you Daddy”

TJ moaned as he reached for his cock, jerking it as fast as he could while Chris continuously hit against his prostate. Moments later TJ was biting the sheet, screaming through his orgasm as he ruined Chris’ bedsheets with his cum. Watching TJ cum undone made Chris lose what little control he had left and his orgasm overtook him, streams of hot cum shooting into the younger man’s ass.

“Fuckin’ amazing, Baby Boy.” Chris said “Stay still for me”

Chris pulled away from TJ, grabbed the mirror and dumped the rest of the cocaine on his ass, forming a line across both cheeks. Dipping his head, Chris gave a quick lick at TJ’s hole, the taste of his cum filling his mouth. Chris then moved up and moved across TJ’s ass cheeks, snorting the line. When he was done he stood up, grabbing his pants and tugging them back on. TJ collapsed face first onto the bed, his head reeling from the drugs and his orgasm.

“Think you’ll come back for your next fix?” Chris asked, biting his lip at the sight of TJ spread out, nearly lifeless, across his bed

TJ nodded, lifting his head from the sheets slightly.

“Meet you at the same corner next week?” TJ smiled

“I’ll be there, Sweetheart.”

#hbc drunk drabbles #TJ Hammond #Destroyer!Chris #i write stuff #sometimes its good #🌶 anon

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theangriestpea · 6 years ago

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Mercy Killing

A/N: Actual name of this chapter is "Supply Closets are a Girl's Best Friend" but that seemed way too long to actually put. All the mood boards I tried to make for this chapter sucked so here’s my most popular one.

I know I said Tuesday but lol here it is. Longest chapter I've written yet. I was quite...inspired.

As always, cross posted on Ao3

Chapter Nine - Mistakes

Lavender found herself wishing that she had been spooning with Sweet Pea and not with Fangs. His light snores filled her left ear while she laid awake, thinking about what had happened at the quarry. Fangs didn’t know what had went down. He had been too busy sneaking off to his truck with his little crush in tow. Not that Lav cared that he left her side to score. He wasn’t her babysitter. She didn’t need constant surveillance.

So when he walked up to her with lipstick smeared on his lips and his shirt unbuttoned, she wasn’t angry. Tipsy, sure, but not angry. She was frustrated with herself for almost letting Sweet Pea kiss her. She was supposed to be mad at him, hell she was still mad at him. But him coming to her aid when she was having her meltdown, the way he whisked her off to break down in private. The sympathy he showed by throwing up along with her…

She didn’t know what she was feeling. She had crushes before and this didn’t feel like one really. She liked James. She wanted to go on dates with him. Sweet Pea didn’t even do dates. He just played stupid games with stupid girls to get into their stupid pants.

Worst of all, she couldn’t just sleep it off. All she could think about was that he’d probably be in someone else’s bed tonight instead of hers. The notion was driving her mad.

She let out a soft groan, causing Fangs to stir. He lifted his head and blinked at her sleepily. “Nightmare?”

Lavender turned onto her back when his grip loosened. “Tell me about that new girl, Kitty whatever.” She didn’t bother to answer his question. If she did then he’d know that she hadn’t been to sleep yet.

Fangs rubbed the sleep from one of his eyes. “She’s kind of annoying honestly. Her laugh is really fake, like she doesn’t really find what we’re saying funny. There doesn’t seem to be anything genuine about her really.”

Lav bit her lip in thought. “Would you fuck her?”

He was too tired to understand what she was talking about or to even figure out why she was asking. “Maybe if I was drunk enough. Why?”

“No reason. I just don’t like her. I get a bad feeling.” Lavender said, lying to both herself and her friend. It wasn’t that she got a bad feeling because of who Kitty was, but rather because of who she was flirting with.

“Like how we get a bad feeling about James?” Fangs prodded, earning him a bothered look from Lav.

She sighed before looking away from him. “Yea, I guess. I have another date with him Friday night.”

“Where we going this time?” Fangs asked, this being the first time he heard about it.

“The Wyrm.”

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Thursday passed without incident and school on Friday was pretty uneventful as well. Lavender and Sweet Pea had been avoiding each other like the plague. Fangs was keeping the peace but it was difficult when he didn’t know what the hell was going on.

In truth both flower teens had been contemplating their feelings long and hard. Both concluded that it was nothing but remnants of what they shared that Fourth of July.

Toni and Cheryl were both at Lav’s trailer that night, all three getting ready for their night at the Whyte Wyrm. Though the two girls had already met James and agreed that something was unsettling about him, they cheered their friend on in getting into a relationship that seemed to make her somewhat happy.

She put on a black dress with printed pink flowers blossoming across the fabric. It fell to a few inches above her knees. The fabric showed plenty of cleavage, her serpent tattoo peeking out over the top lining. “Fishnets?” She asked, pulling out a pair and holding them up to her waist, “or too grunge?”

“Too grunge.” Toni stated, “He’s a jock, not a gangbanger.”

Lavender nodded and put the fishnets away. She put on a pair of pink socks before her black ankle boots.

Cheryl gave her a curious look at she fluffed her gorgeous red hair, “no purple chucks?”

“No, tonight is special.” Lavender said with a smile, looking into the mirror to fix her nude lipstick. “Plus they don’t match my outfit.”

Toni chuckled, “when has that ever stopped you, Lavie?”

Lavender shot her a playful look. “Shut up. Ready? I want to get there before him. You know, ward off the snakes ready to strike at any outsider.”

Both girls shook their heads at their friend before leaving with her to the bar.

Once there Lav turned to them, “I’m waiting out here for him, okay? You two can go ahead and go inside.”

“I’ll get you a drink.” Cheryl said with a smirk before disappearing inside the Wyrm with her girlfriend.

Lav checked her phone, letting James know that she was out front for him. Jokingly telling him that if he went in without her then he’d probably get killed. She knew it wouldn’t be that serious, but she liked to pretend that she was more of a badass than she actually was. Especially with her visible injuries. They made her feel weak so she knew she had to act strong with her words. It was the only way to get people to stop looking at her like she was so pathetic.

The sound of a familiar motorcycle pulled into the parking lot. Sweet Pea put out his kickstand with the toe of his boot and eased the bike onto its side. Sitting behind him on the seat was a scantily clad Serpent hopeful. She looked over at Lav, catching her eyes and smirking as she murmured something to Sweet Pea.

They got off the parked bike and Sweet Pea put his arm across Kitty’s shoulders, his own smirk plastered on his face as he looked at Lav. She was frowning at the both of them, arms crossed over her chest in clear disapproval.

“What’s wrong, Rhodes? Your jock stand you up?” Sweet Pea asked in a voice covered in fake concern. His mocking her hurt more than she cared to let on. Her eyes hard as she stared at him.

“I’m right here, actually.” James said, stepping around them and to Lavender’s side. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to them, an action that made her wildly uncomfortable. Sweet Pea saw it flash across her face but chose not to say anything. She made her bed, now she had to lay in it.

Lav turned her attention to Kitty, “You do know that fucking Sweet Pea is not part of the initiation right?” She said coolly. Her voice much smoother than she had expected it to be.

Kitty read the other girl like a book. “Seemed to work well for you.” She replied in an equally even tone. Sweet Pea’s eyes widened before narrowing in Kitty’s direction. He took his arm off of her shoulders. He shoved past Lavender, James quickly pulling her out of his way. He didn’t appreciate being talked about like that. He didn’t understand why Lavender was acting this way. She never cared about girls he brought around before, why did this one matter?

Kitty followed after him with a satisfied smile on her face. Lavender’s face stayed in a state of shock at what had just transpired.

“So that just happened.” James said, taking his arm from around Lavender. “Why don’t you show me around? Forget her.” He said, trying to coax her back to reality.

When the surprise wore off, Lav was pissed. She kept clenching her fists, wanting to put Kitty in her place for talking to her like that. Not that she didn’t somewhat deserve it. She made the first move. Sweet Pea didn’t look to happy about it either. Lavender nodded her head to James. “I need a drink.”

She led James inside, showing him the interior of the Wyrm. “There’s the bar, the pool tables, upstairs is the office but we don’t go up there.” She pointed out all the important things to him.

Sweet Pea slammed down an empty beer mug. Him and Tony exchanging some kind of heated words before she gave him a half bottle of tequila. He gave Lavender a heated look, obviously annoyed but somehow looking cocky at the same time.

She froze for a moment under his gaze, wondering why the hell he was so upset. Kitty was at his heels with two shot glasses, looking very pleased with herself.

Cheryl handed Lav an Old Fashioned. “Got you something.” She said with a teasing smile. Lav rolled her eyes before taking a sip.

“Cheryl, James, you two already know each other.” She said. “And you know Toni, she’s bartending tonight.”

James nodded, smiling brightly at the two girls. He ordered himself a Jack and coke. Toni obliged and made his drink before slipping it to him. Her eyes lingered on Lav who was sucking down her drink at record speed through the tiny straw.

Lav slid her empty glass across the bar to Toni. “Did we just miss something?” Toni asked curiously.

“No, nothing. I just want to feel good.” Lav said, only half lying. James’ closeness was putting her on edge. She didn’t understand why. With Sweet Pea or Fangs or any other Serpent, if they were this close to her then it wouldn’t faze her. She chalked it up to nerves of wanting to make a good impression.

Toni shrugged and made her another drink. “You know these are like straight rum, right?” She knew Lav knew. It was more of a reminder than anything.

Lav scoffed at her question. “Less proof than tequila.” She said, chancing a glance to Sweet Pea over at the pool table. He was leaning close to Kitty, explaining the rules of a game that Lavender knew all too well. There was a distinct twinge of heartache that she did her best to ignore.

“How are you at pool?” Lavender asked James, perking up as an idea crossed her mind.

He smiled down at her. “Fairly good, actually.”

She nodded, grabbing his hand to led him over to the pool table where Kitty and Sweet Pea were. “Why don’t we make this interesting, Sweet Pea?” She asked, her voice as sweet as his name. “Make it a couple’s match.”

Sweet Pea looked up at her from his bent position over Kitty’s shoulder. He knew what kind of player Lav was. He knew she was terrible. So what did she get out of challenging them besides a few free shots of tequila?

He straightened his posture. “Have you explained the rules to him?” Sweet Pea asked, wondering if James knew exactly what he was getting into. There was a hundred percent chance that Lavender forgot to mention that she is the worst pool player on the Southside.

Lavender turned to James with an innocent smile, “If one team gets a ball in, the other takes a shot. If you scratch then your team takes a shot, and if you get the eight ball in…” She glanced at Sweet Pea.

“Whoever shoots the ball drinks the rest of the bottle.” Sweet Pea finished. “If they finish it without puking or without passing out, then their team wins.”

James seemed to think it over. If Lavender was challenging them then she must have had some skill, right? “Alright, game on.” A smile spread across Lavender’s face as she racked the balls. Sweet Pea was giving her pointed looks as he placed the cue ball. Clearly, she hadn’t told her date just how awful she really was. Otherwise he never would have agreed to this. No sane person would.

“Your funeral.” Sweet Pea said cryptically. “Serpents go first.”

Lavender opened her mouth, about to protest that she was also a Serpent, “I’ve been in way longer than you, Rhodes. I go first.”

She let out an annoyed sigh. “Plus, don’t want to show off all your skill right off the bat.” He added with a playful smirk. Her eyes narrowed at him while Kitty and James looked confused.

It didn’t take long for both of them to realize what Sweet Pea was alluding to. Lavender was dreadful at pool. She had only gotten in one ball and had scratched four times. While James wasn’t bad by any standard, he wasn’t as good as Sweet Pea. Luckily he wasn’t a lightweight. Unlike his date who seemed beyond tipsy already. Probably because she was taking sips of her drink between shots. Sweet Pea was purposefully not playing his best game, just to drag it on.

It was Lavender’s turn and she squeezed herself between Sweet Pea and the pool table. He took a long step back, eyes wandering to her ass as she bent over to try and hit in the orange five ball. It was a familiar sight, his mind flashing back to the tight mini skirt she had worn the first night they met. The way it rode up even higher than the dress she was wearing.

His staring didn’t go unnoticed by Kitty who purposefully knocked into Lav as she made her shot, forcing her to hit the cue ball at the wrong angle. It knocked into the eight ball, sending it into the pocket.

Her blue-green eyes stared at the pocket that the ball went into. Truth be told, she wasn’t even mad. She couldn’t bring herself to be. She knew Kitty had messed with her shot on purpose. She didn’t know why, she hadn’t seen the look Sweet Pea had on his face from behind her. Still, it was her time to shine.

Lavender sauntered over to the bottle after putting the pool stick down. Really there was only about three shots left in it. Easy peasy. She giggled at the thought, pea-sy.

She brought the bottle to her lips and chugged it like a pro. The clear liquid burning as it splashed down her throat. After a few moments she slammed down the empty bottle with a proud look on her face. She looked at Sweet Pea through half-lidded, drunken eyes. “I win.” She kept her balance and didn’t heave the alcohol back up (thank God, Sweet Pea thought because that would have been very embarrassing for him).

Kitty looked very displeased with the loss. “Let’s play again. Full bottle this time.” She said, knowing there was no way this little lightweight could handle another round of terrible plays. She’d have her throwing up if it was the last thing she ever did. She was determined to make a fool of Lavender.

“Sure.” Lavender said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’ll go get it.” She walked away from them, hips swaying to the music playing overhead. The dark-hair girl fuming at the way both boys were staring at her. She elbowed Sweet Pea hard in the ribs.

He hardly noticed Kitty’s jab. “I better go make sure she doesn’t drop it.” He said, pretending to be annoyed. This scenario seemed all too familiar and it was making excitement rise in his stomach (and maybe his pants).

Lavender slurred her words to Toni, telling her they needed another bottle of tequila and to put it on her tab. Toni was about to protest before she saw Sweet Pea making his way over. She bit the inside of the cheek, holding back her words though the amusement showed in her eyes.

Once inside the storeroom, Lavender pulled the string to turn on the light. She looked through the bottles, grabbing a shelf to keep herself steady. The liquor was quickly catching up to her, making her knees wobble. Her head snapped around when she heard the door behind her shut. For a moment terror ran through her veins at the prospect of being alone with James, who she had wrongly assumed had followed her.

“Rhodes, you’re not even looking on the right shelf.” Sweet Pea said, a suppressed laugh evident in his tone.

“Sweet Pea,” Lavender cooed out, turning around to face him. “You came.” She had the same look on her face she did that night many months ago, only this time she was clearly way more intoxicated. “Wanna come again?” She asked jokingly and Sweet Pea just stared at her for a moment in complete bewilderment.

Lavender had never, in the entire time he had known her, made any kind of pass at him. Not since the time she kissed him when she was tipsy but she had admitted to Fangs that she was just trying to get over a bad breakup. It wasn’t genuine, in his opinion, because she didn’t even know him.

Now she knew him. She knew who she was talking to and she still made an extremely suggestive comment that left him speechless. There was a hopeful but devious look in her eyes, like she had completely forgotten that she had come here with someone else. Hell, he had come here with someone else. What was he even doing here?

Her lips formed into a cute pout at his silence. She leaned back against the shelf heavily to keep from falling over. Sweet Pea reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him so he could keep her steady himself. She wobbled in his grasp, making him tighten it. “Rhodes, I’m not fucking you when you’re this drunk.” He said finally, regretting it when he heard the frustrated groan come out of her mouth.

She grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and tugged on them, making him lean down to be closer to her, her lips hungrily meeting his in a sloppy kiss.

Sweet Pea tried to stop himself from reacting, he really did. She had just had probably a fourth of a bottle of tequila on her own on two of two mixed drinks and it was influencing her heavily. He wasn’t about to take advantage of her but her throwing herself at him was making that very difficult.

He reluctantly kissed her back, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist while her other hand was placed between her shoulder blades to keep her upright. She tasted exactly like the bottle she had just drank from. He felt himself getting drunk just from the neediness of her lips.

Her hands stayed holding onto his jacket for dear life. Her mouth opened, her tongue prodding at his lips playfully so he’d open his mouth. She moaned when he did, their tongues meeting together in the middle.

In July, Sweet Pea had had all of the control. He dominated her but right now she was clearly the one calling the shots. Her non-casted hand came up and ran through his raven hair, tugging at it slightly in a way that made him groan into their kiss.

Lavender took her hand out of his locks and put it on his shoulder, using it as leverage to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. Sweet Pea had no choice but to catch her or else she would have fallen helplessly. His hands placed firmly under her thighs, their lips not even parting during the whole ordeal.

Her hands were on his neck, fingers tracing the lines of his tattoo in a way that drove him crazy, other hand in his hair again. Sweet Pea regained some sense and pulled away from her the best in could while holding her. “Stop, Lavender,” He said as she looked at him through obviously hazy eyes. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” She hiccuped, starting to get angry with him for not wanting to be with her. Maybe she was wrong about thinking that perhaps their feelings were mutual. Maybe she was putting her trust into the wrong person.

“Because I’ve never seen you this drunk before.” He said sternly, “you’re supposed to be mad at me! I haven’t even apologized for what I said!” He was starting to sound exasperated.

She was staring at his lips and not his eyes, her pupils blown wide with lust. “You signed your name on the card…” She said dumbly.

Sweet Pea let out an annoyed sigh, “I didn’t mean it though.”

“So…you’re not sorry?” Lav asked, looking hurt now but still not untangling herself from him. Mostly because she doubted that she could stand without his help.

“No! I am sorry! I just don’t understand why we’re kissing!” His voice started to grow louder at her not understanding what he was saying. Even though he wasn’t communicating very well considering how intoxicated she was.

Lavender opened her mouth to reply but the door swung open to see an equally drunk Fangs. “Seven minutes in heaven is over, love birds. Your dates are pissed.” He said, laughing and not at all surprised to see the position they were in. The sexual tension could be cut with a dull butter knife, it wasn’t hard to see that they’d somehow end up in each other’s arms.

She let out an irritated groan as she rested her head on Sweet Pea’s firm shoulder. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Not on me!” Sweet Pea shouted, quickly carrying her to the girl’s bathroom so she could puke out all the tequila and rum with him a safe distance away. He didn’t care about all the strange looks they were got in the process. And he really didn't care to answer any of Kitty's intrusive questions.

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