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kiss - Matt Sturniolo
summary: when your best friend matt invites you round for a late night hang out, it ends up in him confessing his feelings to you... leading to you kissing your best friend of 8 years for the first time.
contains: fluff, slight arguing, confession, making out.
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i've known matt since 8th grade, we met in science class where he spilt acid on my shirt. after that we became lab partners, then friends, then best friends.
9:34pm
"matt!!" i sing, opening the door to his bedroom and walking in. his gaze lifts from his laptop screen to me, his face lights up. he's wearing a black shirt with white detailing and some grey sweatpants, he's sat up against the pile of pillows on his bed.
"i missed you!" matt smiles, patting the spot next to him.
i jump on to his bed next to him and cuddle up to his sides, resting my head on his shoulder.
"how have you been?" matt exclaims, rubbing my shoulder as i instantly start talking,
in our friendship i've always been the talker, matt's a natural listener so it's an easy dynamic for us.
"guess what happened when i was drving here, this bitch flew on to the road on a scooter! i swerved so hard to miss her, and- and she was fully grown on a scooter!?" i scoff,
matt rubs his eyes with a laugh, "jesus christ." matt scoffs.
i look to my side at him, "like if i totalled my car dodging a middle-aged woman on a children's scooter i'd be so pissed." i continue, matt's in tears now, a stupidly wide smile spread across his pink cheeks.
i sigh, "anyways, netflix?" i suggest, reach onto matts lap and yank his laptop further up his torso. "yeah!" matt replies, he scrolls through netflix and picks out some rom-com
"a rom com? you're feeling romantic today," i tease, matt jabs his fingers into my waist, earning a scream from me followed by a loud giggle.
the opening scene to the movie starts, i cuddle closer to matt's side and wrap a leg over his thigh, matt goes tense and i subtly hear his breathing pick up.
"you okay?" i whisper, matt nods.
"matt why don't you talk to me about things, i've known you since we were 12 you can tell me stuff." i sigh,
"im fine- i'm okay." matt insists, his cheeks are flushed now.
"i know but you've been distance recently, and i don't understand what i've done wrong?" i mumble, pausing the movie and pushing the screen down.
"its not you y/n." matt states,
"then what is it!" i argue back,
"oh my fucking god do you not get it?" matt says, i sit up and look down at him, my eyebrows twisted.
"you are so- so gorgeous. everything about you is perfect and i'm sorry, i'm sorry if this ruins things between us but i'm completely obsessed with you, i really really like you and i have for much longer than i'd rather admit. so i'm sorry if i'm being distant but its painful to be around you without the constant need to fucking tell you- how much i need you."
my mouth falls open, i've always thought matt was cute, i've just pushed it away.
matt looks at me, scanning over my face as he breathes deeply, his eyebrows slanted upwards out of nerves.
"you mean it-" before i can finish my sentence matt cuts me off, "yes- i fucking do." he whines, running a hand through his hair as he sits up.
his laptop slides off his lap, i crawl over and sit on his lap while he props himself up on the headboard.
i grab his chin, making him look up at me as i get comfortable straddling him.
"you should've told me baby." i whisper, the pet name makes matt's eyes widen.
"because you've always been cute matt, just my type yeah?"
"dont lie please.." matt shys
i smirk before pressing our lips together, his lips are plush and soft, i've always wondered what they would feel like against mine.
"oh my god." matt breathes against my lips, my heart thumps out of my chest as i place a hand on his shoulder, rocking my hips against the fabric of his sweatpants.
matt glides his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission which i quickly grant. his tongue slips inside my mouth, fighting mine for dominance.
his ringed hands lace into my brunette hair, pushing my head further towards his.
his spare hand finds its way to my ass, pushing me against his lap harder, a pathetic whine escapes my mouth, matt chuckles against my lips before pulling away.
"don't get too worked up sweetheart." matt teases, i scoff
"shut up"
i lean back slightly, his face scans over mine "was that okay..?" he asks shyly like he wasn't just pressing me down onto his clothed cock 15 seconds ago.
"that was really.. fucking good." i laugh, laying down on his body and burying my head on his shoulder, i press small kisses on his neck, marking lightly.
"what.. are we?" he asks,
"what do you want to be?" i reply,
"you don't have to say yes- this is random but, do you want to maybe.. will you be my girlfriend." matt asks quietly,
i laugh slightly "you're so stupid matt,"
he goes silent, i give him a proper reply before he starts to panic
"yes, yes matt i will be your girlfriend." i smile,
matt grabs both sides of my face and smashes his lips to mine again, smiling widely against my lips.
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Bored as fuck so here’s (almost) every change in the everything is a lot 2020 remaster because I listened to the original version way too many times:
6up 5oh Cop Out (pro / con): the scatting part at 2:30 - 2:47 is quieter, the drums are louder
Skeleton Appreciation Day In Vestal NY (Bones): the conversation between the man and the woman at the end is way less static and more comprehensible
Front Street: the guitar in the background is more louder, more instruments have been added in certain parts of the song (mostly in the last 40-50 seconds of the song), the vocals are more quieter (as pointed out by galactic-mayhem), the ‘it’s always sunny in philadelphia’ audio clip has been removed, Will might’ve done a retake on the ‘step right up folks’ monologue because although it’s still the same it still sounds noticeably different in the remaster (or maybe that’s just me)
¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic): added rock verse at the end
[Cover this song!] A little bit Mine: slight name change (original ver - “Cover This Song” (A little bit Mine)” 2020 remaster - “[Cover this song!] A little bit Mine”), changed audio sample at the beginning (changed from inaudible whispering [please let me know wtf it’s saying] to “why do you wanna kill me”), cut out the last 5 seconds of raw audio
Thermodynamic Lawyer, Esq G.F.D: removed “I hold myself in contempt” at the beginning and “Absolutely reprehensible behaviour” at the end, instrumental slightly changed, “foams at the mouth with a head full of acid” and “never came back from her last trip on jesus” are properly sung, the “cry like a baby with autism” line is now distorted, the ‘barren as mojave sands’ line has an echo effect (as pointed out by galactic-mayhem)
Red Moon: slight instrumental change, maracas were switched to a tambourine or some other instrument (as pointed out by willstapeworms) the vocals are more quieter (as pointed out by galactic-mayhem)
The First Step: instrumental has changed a bit, removed slap bass (as pointed out by galactic-mayhem), the chant (?) at the end has an echo effect at the end
Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture: removed “we can’t stop here, this is bat country” in the beginning
Everything is a Lot: split into two separate songs (everything is a lot, destroy to enjoy)
Edit: Added Red Moon, more changes in The First Step, more changes to front street, more changes to red moon, more changes to thermodynamic lawyer, more changes to cover this song, more changes to 6up 5oh
#will wood#will wood and the tapeworms#everything is a lot#everything is a lot 2020 remaster#william woodiam#wwattw#6up 5oh#skeleton appreciation day#front street#aikido#cover this song#thermodynamic lawyer#the first step#chemical overreaction#destroy to enjoy
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Day two NaNoWriMo; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.
"Well, you are the plan guy," Kon says, grinning again and pushing his sunglasses up into his hair. "Supreme?"
"Works for me," Tim says. It's meat and dairy and bread and vegetables and Kon is probably invulnerable to heart disease, so he figures that's basically health food to him, right? Especially if he needs more calories than the average guy.
Pizza's sure as shit gonna be more satisfying than a protein bar, if nothing else.
Tim's definitely ordering like, breadsticks or wings or something too. And maybe a two-liter or two. Cinnamon bread. Something. Hell, he'll buy all that and then some if he has to. He's got the money.
Who the hell decided it was okay to let this happen? Really. Is there literally no responsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation? Dubbilex was made by Cadmus too and has his own issues with managing to have an out-of-lab life, Rex Leech is apparently out of the picture, which might be a blessing anyway, Tana Moon is equally MIA, and Superman has apparently lost his entire damn mind, so . . .
There's literally no responsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation, is there. There's no irresponsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation. As far as Tim knows, every single other one Kon knows is either Cadmus-employed or a supervillain or just completely uninvested in his existence.
Maybe Tim should be talking to Red Tornado about this. Is this something he should be talking to Red Tornado about?
. . . sure, that'd help. Red Tornado is about five minutes back into being a person and has Traya and Kathy and the whole team to worry about, and absolutely could handle something like this while also trying to figure out his own shit and keep an eye on all the rest of them too. Sure. That'd work.
This is a problem, Tim thinks.
This is a definite problem, in fact.
He has no idea what to do about this problem, though, so he just orders a truly inadvisable amount of pizza and wings and double-iced cinnamon bread for pickup. They've done weirder than get takeout in the Super-Cycle and they'll do weirder again. Besides, it could use the . . . exercise, or whatever that counts as. Not like the Super-Cycle has muscles, but it does get tired sometimes and seem to appreciate getting out and–well, whatever. That's just something to figure out later, probably.
Tim really should figure that out, though. And also if the Super-Cycle is gonna be down for going supervillain, because yeah, that's obviously a thing to keep in mind.
He flies it to the pizza joint, and spends the flight casually grilling Kon about his coworkers and employee benefits and the Cadmus security systems. The answers are: a lot of lab-born clones and too many grown-ass adults who have no excuse not to know better, work-related health care and nothing else, and Kon and Guardian, mostly. And also some random weird death traps and a couple of cameras here and there, apparently, but it all sounds incredibly dated to Tim's ears and it really seems like Kon and Guardian are taking on the lion's share of everything more complicated than watching a feed or flipping on an alarm system. Like, it really does.
So that's not great.
"Jesus, man, how much did you order?" Kon snorts with a laugh while Tim's paying the girl at the drive-up window in cash. He doesn't really want to explain this particular expense on the Bat credit card. Generally he doesn't want to explain takeout and junk food on there at all, in fact, though obviously he makes a point of going to Batburger with Steph once a month, just to hear Bruce sigh about it later. Appropriate teenage nonsense and all. He gets the kids' meal and the terrifyingly purple Spoiler shake every time. It tastes like acidic cotton candy. Yes, literally. "Like just the whole menu or what?"
"Of course I did. I've got a Kryptonian to carry it all for me, don't I?" Tim replies with a smirk he doesn't really feel after everything he's learned today. Everything Kon just told him, because he doesn't see what's wrong with any of it.
It reminds him of the abused kids he meets on the job who insist they're fine, and they don't need Batman and Robin to save them.
He wonders if Jason was like that, when Bruce first met him.
He also wonders if he maybe did over-order a little on the pizza, but worst case scenario the leftovers should fit in the fridge.
. . . maybe, anyway. Probably.
Mostly?
Kon immediately cracks into the cinnamon bread on the flight back because he has absolutely no manners whatsoever, and Tim rolls his eyes at him and tries not to visibly brood over the five-alarm fire burning down his brain right now.
He just . . . doesn't understand how Superman is apparently just fine with this situation. He doesn't even understand how Kon is fine with this situation, but is increasingly certain that the answer to that might just be that Kon doesn't think he has another option.
He doesn't have another option, as far as Tim can tell. What would he do, crash at the base and just mooch off everyone else for food and gear and whatever else he needs day-to-day?
Yeah, not exactly a sustainable lifestyle, that.
Not even a little bit of one.
Technically, Tim could just pay for whatever Kon needed, between his allowance and his trust fund and without even taking his Bat-stipend into account, but there is no possible way Kon would ever actually go for that. He's way too proud, and even someone with no pride at all would probably find "please let me pay you to quit your horrible job" a hard pill to swallow from a teammate, much less the leader they only barely recognize the authority of.
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#dc robin#superboy#young justice#young just us#rinfic#wip: obligatory sugar baby Kon
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I NEED YOU TO WRITE ABOUT READER SEEING DAMIAN IN LIGHT WASHED JEANS LAST NIGHT BC LORD JESUS🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
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Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader
Description: You need to take care of some "business" after seeing Damian in light wash jeans but he helps you in your hotel room
You walk in the Judgement Day locker room sharing a hug with Rhea as she raises both brows quickly while you fix the wrinkles in your dress before sitting down waiting on Damian. "Well look at you all fancy" you shake your head at Dom's comment while taking a sip of water almost spitting it out when damian walks in wearing a Senor money in the bank shirt matching with dom while wearing light acid wash jeans instead of his usual black jeans or leggings making your heart flip as you swallow the water coughing for a second to catch a breath which you somehow managed to cover well but you putting on sunglasses to hide the look in your eyes was caught on by rhea and damian looking at your phone when she texts you "Doing okay over there? 🫢" you turn your head with a mixed look that said "Really?" and "Don't start" making her laugh as you feel the familiar churning arousal take it's course. You barely make it the rest of the night not only standing backstage and watching the boys cause chaos but also for your match against Bayley pulling yourself through to win making a b-line towards the locker room and taking big gulp of water to calm your racing heart from the match but also from the fact that you would combust any second if you didn't get the pleasure out and damian still wearing the jeans that started the whole mess a few inches away from you wasn't helping make things better, finally when Raw was over you say bye to your three friends and JD saying you were tired not noticing that damian could see the clearly pained and lust filled look on your face walking with you to your shared hotel room turning to damian after the door of your room is closed and locked. "You're lucky that I love you so much because other wise I would have slapped you for what you've done to me the whole evening and half the night with those damn jeans" he laughs before pulling you into a heated kiss "You're lucky I didn't pull you into the bathroom or the corner backstage and have my way with you because of this dress" things quickly grew more heated from there as the dress was thrown across the room along with his shirt in between the steamy kisses until both of you were nude with him between your legs biting your lip so you wouldn't scream from how good you were feeling and finally the held in pleasure was oozing out of both of you until he bit your thigh making you yelp then quietly moan as your voice slowly disappears lightly biting his torso as you made your way down his body feeling your a wave of heat wash over you as he speaks Spanish that turned to breathless gasps and a bit of mixed spanish and English wrapping your limbs around him with your head buried in his neck as the tears of pleasure flowed and things went from heated to soft as the pleasure hit it's peak and calmed down smiling at the soft kisses being placed on your neck and face before being pulled into a gentle kiss feeling your eyes droop "Baby you okay are you in pain?" you shake your head as your breathing slows feeling his thumbs lightly press on your eyelids having you drink water and eat before helping you shower smiling when he comes back to find you asleep pressing a kiss to your temple while holding you "I love you mi vida good night".
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Are you still writing for your OCs? If so I would love to see Jackson throwing up all over the kitchen floor and Kaiuser taking care of him.
Jackson hadn't been feeling particularly well all day. Thankfully it was his weekend off, so he didn't have to go into work, but it was rather upsetting to spend his day off on the couch, not being able to do anything.
He'd woken up feeling sick to his stomach. At first he didn't think much of it, taking a TUMS and using the bathroom, but it didn't get any better. In fact it had only gotten worse since then. He hadn't thrown up yet or anything, but his stomach was churning even though he hadn't eaten anything today and he was definitely starting to feel queasy.
He thought about texting Kaiser, but he was working today, so it's not like he could do anything anyway. And he probably wouldn't be home until 3 or 4.
So Jackson just moped about the apartment, alternating between watching criminal minds and taking naps. He tried to eat a few crackers around lunch time but it immediately made him feel 10 times worse so he gave up and settled for a few sips of water instead.
He must have fallen asleep again, because he suddenly woke up with a gasp, feeling dizzy and hot. Groaning, he felt around for his phone to see what time it was. 3:47pm. Hopefully Kaiser would be home soon.
Jackson slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and turned to put his feet on the floor. His mouth was so dry and he felt like he was on fire. He reached for his glass on the coffee table but found it empty. He needed water.
The whole world seemed like it was spinning, but he managed to stand up and trudge to the kitchen without falling over. He filled up his glass with water from the tap and took a sip. As soon as he swallowed though he knew he'd made a mistake. His stomach immediately rejected the new addition to its contents.
He clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling his stomach turn. Biting back a gag, he set the glass of water down and steeled himself to make a run for the bathroom. Before he could even take another step though, his body took over. He pitched over with a heave, bringing up a mouthful of water and stomach acid onto the kitchen floor.
"Oh, Jesus Jay!" Kaiser exclaimed, having just gotten home and come into the kitchen looking for his boyfriend. Jackson hadn't even heard him come in. Kaiser quickly rushed to his boyfriend's side, placing one hand on his back and grabbing him by the shoulder with the other. He looked like he was about to keel over.
"Hey, hey, easy, I've got you baby," Kaiser said, rubbing circles over Jackson's t-shirt while he continued to heave. There wasn't much coming up anymore, but his body seemed intent on turning itself inside out.
"Fuck," Jackson spat, out of breath and shaking from the exertion. "I'm s-so sorry."
"Don't apologize dummy, come on, let's go sit, you're shaking," Kaiser shook his head, taking Jackson by the arm to help him straighten up. Together, they slowly made their way back to the couch. "Here love," Kaiser helped Jackson lay down, draping a blanket over him.
"Thank you," Jackson practically whispered, feeling so tired suddenly.
"I'm so sorry you're sick Jaz, you could've called me," Kaiser said, crouching down next to the couch to be at Jackson's eye level.
"You were at work," Jackson shrugged.
"I know, but I could have at least picked up some ginger ale or gatorade on the way home if I knew you were sick. Do you want me to go out and grab you some?" Kaiser asked, reaching a hand out to brush Jackson's hair off of his face, smoothing it back.
Jackson shook his head. "It'll just come back up. My stomach doesn't feel good," he said.
"I know baby, but you don't want to get dehydrated. You need to drink something," Kaiser said, cupping Jackson's cheek in his hand. The poor boy was burning up.
"Later?" Jackson asked pitifully, sounding almost close to tears.
"Okay," Kaiser sighed, "Later. How about you try to get some rest and when you wake up we'll try some water okay?" he agreed
Jackson nodded, "Okay."
"Alright, get some sleep love, I'll be right here if you need anything," Kaiser said, leaning over to kiss Jackson's feverish forehead, his eyes already drifting closed.
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Sorry I haven't written in forever and this is super short but here's something because we're on thanksgiving break.
#jackson and kaiser#sick jackson#sickfic#oc stories#stomach flu#tw: vomit#vomit trigger warning#fluff#emeto
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it’s fine though im gonna just write all my thoughts. here. as they happen. in real time. enjoy o7
- makes out with a woman. immediately stops and starts talking about the master getting inside his body. he’s so fucking funny.
- all this fucking exposition alsjfksjkafjkgjd
- succ the planet
- ABANDONED MY CAT OUT IN THE COLD ALONE!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST WANTS YOUR HELP TO FIND AN…. atomic clock. GRACE!!!!!!!!!!!
- GOD I THOUGHT THE MASTER SAID “before he finds a cock”
- LITERALLY CAT BEHAVIOR. LET HIM INNNNNN.
- grace <3 grace! grace :3 graceeee!!!!! grace :D grace :(
- i dont have to say anything here
- WAIT NO HE DOESNT EVEN RECOGNIZE HIM. DOCTOR YOU ARE SO STUPID. NEVER KNOWS HIS BOYFRIEND.
- “she kiss as good as me?” “as well as you.” i love that the master is a pedantix grammar asshole
- ACID GOOP SPIT????????????????? FROM HIS MOUTH?????????????? hey modern doctor who writers you know what you should bring back-
- “WAIT! STOP. HE’S UHM. HE’S. He’s british?” THIS MOVIE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY ALSJFKSKFHFK
- cop takes the jelly baby. doctor makes kissy noises at him. cop goes :/. doctor threatens to shoot himself. okay <3
- doctor who needs more motorcycle chase scenes
- can i say. btw. i love the master having his own companion kind of here. (also. the “you kill me.” exchange. alsjfjflsjd autistic murder creature.)
- doctor found his atomic cock. i mean clock.
- the half-human thing is so stupid. gog bless.
- he keeps goopin people up
- things the master does in this movie: have sex with the tardis’s keyhole. penetrate a man’s throat. fantasize about getting inside the doctor’s body. says every sentence as seductively as possible. gets his young male sidekick to pull a large phallic object out of a hole. gives people money shots with his goop.
- i love grace. gotta appreciate a girl who’s ready to do insane shit after some guy spits on her.
- mrs tardis…. you’re back. (i did pause the movie to make sure. he says “there she is” <3 his wife) also he just leaves the key??? on the top?????? god no wonder the master can just break in whenever he wants. he absolutely knows where the doctor keeps that key.
- THE GUY ON THE MOTORCYCLE JUST- THIS MOVIE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY
- she’s dying :((((
- OH HE GOTS HER. HE GOTS HER!!!!!!!!!!!! POSSESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHACKED THE DOCTOR OVER THE HEAD WITH A HAMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- OH MY GOD.
- OH MY GOD????????????? HE ALWAYS DRESSES FOR THE OCCASION?????????????????
- the cunt……. the cunt………!!!!
- PUTTING A CROWN OF THORNS ON MR CHRIST FIGURE?????????????????????????????????????? (<- he’s. like. not. but also they did reference it earlier so.)
- i love his stupid robes so much. i want them. whats with that collar. why is gallifreyan fashion so stupid. its fantastic. (mentally putting Even in the stupid gallifreyan collar robes)
- he’s so full of stupid <3 he wasted his fucking lives <3
- NO! LEEEEEEE!!!!!!
- hey why would a piece of gallifreyan technology. im assuming. only work for people who are. not from gallifrey. why would you need a human eye for this. why am i acting like this movie should make sense.
- fellas is it gay to wanna merge mind and body with your oldest enemy and friend.
- he is aLiiiiveeehhhhh :D
- being fed (<- big fan of companions having to figure out the bullshit that is tardis piloting on their own)
- why is the master making whale sounds. why’s he do that. why is he always some sort of creachur. goes rarghhhhh!!!!!
- RETURN OF THE CANONICAL TIME LORD 30 FT VERTICAL LEAP ABILITY
- give me your hand………………………………
- bro they melted him In The Eye
- is he actually jesus though. like is that. im not crazy right. i think they made the doctor into a jesus. they got him. just like superman. no one escapes the jesus.
- “what a sentimental old thing this tardis is” 🥹🥹🥹 yeah. yeah, she is.
- SHE’S DIGESTING HIM????? DIGESTING THE MASTER????????? MASTER GOT VORED BY THE TARDIS NOT CLICKBAIT??????? GONE WRONG GONE SEXUAL??????????????????
- this movie is so fucking funny i know i keep saying that but it really is. sometimes unintentionally but also when it means to as well. silly movie <3
- “come with me 🥺” “you come with me 🤨”
- im not invested in whatever romance they probably want me to be invested in here but i AM invested in the wild brief companionship with a man that ended in a case of mild death that she voluntarily chose to let go of. which is different. and more important.
- i cant believe the master just got fucking vored and thats how he dies. i mean obviously not forever but-
- i had fun :)
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Also! Also! For any/all you wish to speak about uvu
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Thank you for the asks pookie! I completely forgot to answer this, so sorry again for the very late response!
🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?
Oz knows there’s something out there, some sort of God or Jesus or Zeus or some shit like that. He was on the brink of death and miraculously made it out alive so many times he figured there’s gotta be something helping him out. The amount of deep-seeded wartime nostal- no, trauma, makes him skeptical of any ‘divine good’. In Oz’s mind, if God was all good, the nukes wouldn’t have gone off, there would be no war, and his daughter wouldn’t be crippled.
Annika is completely atheistic. Quite similar to Oz in her beliefs, she’d think that she would be dead if God existed, especially considering the shit she’s done. She thinks the idea of superstitions are stupid.
Abbey is a different story from both of them. Due to the the ‘cult’, she’s terrified of religion and has the deep fear that maybe they were right about everything, and she’d end up going to hell. Often, she’ll find herself doing things shutting down the TV, not listening to music, and punishing herself when she goes against a bullshit doctrine or even disobeys her adoptive father.
🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?
Oz used to love the outdoors. Him, his brothers and sister used to spend hours throwing mud at each other, fishing, climbing trees, and playing near the train tracks. Old Man Clancy had to wrangle the 7 of them up from how much they loved being outside.
His love for the outdoors continued, until the middle of his service as an Army Ranger. Animals creeping out from the trees ain’t mean a thing compared to fully grown men with rifles, children with bombs strapped to their chests, or a Soviet ambush. It gave Oz a sense of danger every time he stepped out into the woods. Every rustle of a leaf made him feel like it’s happening all over again. He would try to take Jenny into the woods, rowing a canoe while she fished. He doesn’t want his fear to get in the way of Jenny being a kid, and she’s already limited in her movements.
(Skipping Annika— no clue what to put for her lmao)
Abbey LOVES being outside, as when she growing up, she wasn’t allowed to leave a certain area. Being in nature makes her feel free and away from the burdens of her everyday life. When Markus Foster took Abbey in, she’d spend hours just walking in circles in his backyard. It wasn’t that adventurous, but it helped Abbey feel safer to do something she ‘wasn’t supposed too’. Even as she’s older, she still spends hours just walking outside if she’s stressed out.
👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?
Oz LIVES in Hawaiian shirts. He’s got about 30 of them in his closet, and for every occasion. Thrifted, designer, doesn’t matter; if it’s got flowers on it (and doesn’t make him look feminine), he’ll purchase it. Besides the shirts, he usually wears cargo or acid washed jean pants, along with a pair of worn out brown boots from when he was a mechanic. I guess his outfit is pretty period typical, but I don’t think he’d follow trends per se, as he only focused on mobility and safety for work.
(Dawg would be wearing a baby blue Hawaiian shirt with pink and red flowers while reliving the most horrific events of his life and adding more of them 💀)
Annika used to be so fucking EXTRA before being betrayed in Turkey. When she didn’t need to hide her identity, she would often wear long dresses (with weapons hidden in the skirt, duh) and have herself done up nicely. Casual wasn’t even in her dictionary until the feds got to her. She find most of her clothes in thrift stores, as she wasn’t about to spend 80 bucks on a dress.
(Girl would be handing out the weapons if they needed to sneak them in. She would make a fucking SCENE whenever anyone accused her of hiding something under the skirt, calling them perverts and embarrassing the people around her into letting her in.)
Abbey, before the nukes hit Europe, would wear typical 70s clothing. Bell bottoms, black pumps, and colorful blouses. When the nukes hit, fabric shortages made designer clothes practically non existent, along with the FBI wanting all agents to be ready for attack, made her change into a more simple style. Black shirts, runnable sneakers/running shoes, still killed the bell bottoms though.
Thank you again for the ask!
#thanks for the ask!#oz clancy#annika voronova#call of duty oc#bell cod#call of duty cold war#oc#abbey foster#oc ask game#cod#bell oc
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No. 4 in E Minor. Largo
character: sanzu haruchiyo/fem!reader (?)
tags:+18, addiction, anal, fictional anatomy, coprophilia, cunnilingus, blowjob, neglect of hygiene, stimulation, drugs, affection
synopsis: under the influence of narcotic substances, sanzu and his girlfriend see… everything, giving rise to new feelings and sensations.
art by @kichi_4th (sanzu), @Niki (miku)
«after some time, joseph noticed that mary, who was betrothed to him, would soon be a mother. and joseph planned to let her go, giving her a divorce letter. when he decided to do this, an angel appeared to him in a dream and said: «do not be afraid to accept mary, for she will give birth to the holy spirit; and she will give birth to a son, whom you will call jesus (that is, the savior), since he will save people from sins.» – joseph recognized this dream as a suggestion from above, and accepted mary.» (the birth of jesus christ. the worship of shepherds. mt. 1:18-25; lk. 2:1–21)
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sanzu spreads her legs wider, settles right next to the tender, shaved bosom and passes the oppressive childish pain of the heart, the holes of the stomach are sewn up with a machine while the tongue slides along the skin of the inner thigh. the girl relaxes and exhales, at the same time simultaneously injecting a drug into a swollen vein and quietly releasing air from the vagina, accompanied by a characteristic sound. the gentle touches stop and the vibration of laughter passes through the body, shuddering for just a couple of seconds and they return to today's goal of hedonism, which they share together and keep for so long.
the active muscle outlines the female genitals, first passing through the inner folds of the lips of the vagina, pulling back the delicate skin, giving itself more space. inhaling the musky smell, almost a fish with urine, which was more exciting, moving closer and poking her nose into the pubis more; already wet, ready, amused by just one thought, the girl immediately washed down a laxative tablet with water covered with dust.
the mouth sucks the juices of the girl, the tongue strokes the clitoris, and the booming «mmm» is immediately passed by a strong vibration on a lump of nerves. the tongue is replaced by a finger that easily enters the vagina. the nail irritates the walls inside the girl a little, but she does not want to focus on this, sliding off the chair, bending with a sudden crunch in the back area. haruchiyo's free hand immediately picks up the woman's body.
and she bends over, sighing weakly, puts her hands back and spreads her buttocks, opening her anus, while her knees tremble easily from lost satisfaction in the vagina. the penis enters the girl's ass, fingers pull at two delicate points of the body: a brown-pink nipple, skirting a bump and fine wrinkles, outlining a halo with a nail, sending kisses with mutton, nasty sloppy, slobbery, right on moles and small wounds of the back, a new herd of goosebumps; and the clitoris swells, the girl actively rubs against other people's fingers bending his legs at the knees from weakness and excitement. the middle and index finger enter the womb, stretching the uneven walls, while the pace accelerates, anal and rectal tissues gently tear.
drug addicts crush each other's abscesses, drink green pus from wounds, choke. and they see the creatures of norihiro sekitani: a down boy crossed with a pig, spewing beaten boar heads from his mouth; a spider-like disabled baby, with reddened hematomas all over his head, bulging empty eyes, torn off the skin of his jaw, eating his brother, — barely a year old, — in a pool of venous blood; a giant, two-meter tall, fat cockroach, with active whiskers, twig-like paws, (oh, a miracle!) a human's dick fucks the head of a pensioner living her life with black eyes, yellow skin, also regurgitating a mixture of sperm and acid belonging to the stomach (from such a live tarkan with a modified genital organ, haruchiyo shook, hammering his dignity deeper into the anal of the girl); a meat something made up of completely different parts of the body is not that person, not what kind of animal (the head consisted of a sheep's skull wrapped in slimy flesh, with members instead of normal jaws; an unidentified neck, thick, fleshy, sinewy; instead of a trunk, a heart with severed veins and a swollen left atrium; as well as only three thin, long arms slapping the floor with loud claps), moved crookedly from side to side, colliding with the main characters of all sodom under a wild crocodile; on the table, waving her hands — growing directly from short, lush hair — was the severed head of a woman whose nose was (just like a pig's) hooked on a collar hook specially designed for bdsm games, fixation for nostrils, and her eyes were filled with either dirt or oil and, most disgusting in her opinion sanzu, ��� is a mutilated male jaw instead of a female one, actively moving back and forth; a girl with a cow's head, with only red-red skin left on her skull, in an old-fashioned dress, with crippled hands with only two active fingers, zealously tears out one of her little hands with a bone and instantly devours it; another disabled-boy-a-nightmarish-creature walks around with the meat creature described above, on the with his two ugly arms bent at the elbows, he stares with active eyes at the copulating drug addicts while the slanting ones mow, cockroach whiskers shake on his head, and instead of legs he has a pair of upper human teeth with bloody gums, slamming shut with each of his "steps". and there is a lot of such stuff.
the stench spreads throughout the room while the girl screams in pain of pleasure and defecates on the bed, soiling not only herself with shit and urine, but also haruchiyo's penis. from this, the clouded mind from hard drugs is not going to recover, desperately succumbing to the piled shit. sanzu settles right in front of women's thighs, spreads her buttocks and catches excrement with her tongue, choking, subjecting her taste buds to disgusting tortures in the form of terrible taste, terrible bitterness (comparing it with alcohol of 1000 samples). the guy tried very hard not to throw up, but in a state of the most terrible trip it was impossible to restrain himself, from which vomit poured onto his girlfriend's ass, staining the already dirty sheet. saliva mixed with feces and acidic water drips silently, and the girl under sanzu moves, turns around and catches his penis with a weak hand, not completely covered with her secretions. it smoothes along the entire length, smearing the main element of coprophagia, picking the opening of the urethra, driving a little feces into the hole. with the second hand, he takes hold of the scrotum, kneads and pushes the penis into the throat, not paying attention to such a thing as shit. she restrains her vomiting, makes nauseating sounds, but interrupts them, actively gesticulating with eggs and right at the base of the penis with her hands, helping herself to orgasm from two bodies at once. sanzu suffocates in a filthy room teeming with all the described monsters, beginning to copulate with each other, arranging bloody orgies, also satisfied and smeared with all human secretions. he catches an orgasm and cums in his girlfriend's throat, pushing into her one last time. I didn't have to wait long for the girl to throw up, right on the penis.
a couple of drug addicts are kissing in the shower, mixing an impossible solution from their saliva, passing their tongues over their teeth, while at this time nightmarish creatures continue to desecrate other people's sheets, giving birth to love and worldview.
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«elder joseph and the virgin mary came to bethlehem; but the future mother of the savior of the world could not find a place in the hotel: everyone was crowded with those who came to register; and she placed herself with her companion in a cave where shepherds drove cattle from the pasture. It was here, on a winter night, that christ was born. the blessed virgin swaddled him herself and put him in a manger.
the shepherds saw a multitude of angels; and they heard their solemn heavenly hymn: «glory to god in the highest, and peace on earth, good will among men!»
the angels sang about the peace of the soul, about the peace of mind that believers in christ will achieve when they know god, the purpose and meaning of their lives.» (the birth of jesus christ. the worship of shepherds. mt. 1:18-25; lk. 2:1–21)
#tokrev#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers sanzu#tokrev sanzu#sanzu haruchiyo#fem!reader#sanzu x reader
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OK guys, I have a confession to make today: I am a dudebro. The tech geniuses in my Elon Musk discord sent me here to infiltrate Tumblr. I chug a Toxic Rick energy drink every morning even though it makes my bones rattle and spiders crawl at the edges of my vision. I go to Birdrick threads on Reddit, comment "is rick gay," get two downvotes and leave. Every day, I pray that Rick will say "I'm not arguing, I'm explaining why I'm right" in the show so that I can point at the shirt that I'm wearing with the same phrase on it and say "Haha, it's official now! You to want hear me say it out loud? Huh? You want me to throw that badassery right in your face? Fuck up my McDonald's order one more time, and it's coming at you!" Do it, Rick. Do it for me.
I've jacked it to Rick a few times, but I only did that because it was funny. In fact, it was funnier than everything in seasons 4-6 combined. I think that Rick and Morty has been the worst shit on TV since season three, but I haven't stopped watching it. Instead, I watch every new episode and make rage-fueled videos in my $1,000 gaming chair. This week's topic: Rick and Morty has gone woke. What was up with that joke in season five about the cops being racist? The cops aren't racist! They kill ALL races equally, Jesus Christ.
Anyway, back to Birdrick: I KNOW that Birdrick is platonic because I tell my male friends that I love them all the time. That's not romantic. In fact, I say it while looking directly into their eyes, thinking about all the great times that we had together, thinking that they should leave their bitch of a girlfriend because I know more about Rick and Morty than she ever will. I think about how hilarious it would be if we went on a long vacation and shared a hammock and watched the sun set, the light glittering on the waves as insects start to hum in the grass. Haha, it's all a joke, bro.
Once, I was DJing in a club and trying to figure out how to play Kanye West's entire discography at once when a guy handed me an acid tab with Morty's screaming face on it. I flew off into outer space and floated around until Rick picked me up in his ship. We made out for a while so that he could teach me how to make out with all the hot alien babies on Neptune. Of course, I already know how to make out with babes because I kissed a chick wearing a Rick and Morty hoodie once. She was clearly shit at it because I didn't enjoy it, and I should have known better because girls, queers and Tumblrinas don't actually like Rick and Morty. They just pretend to like it because they want male attention.
Oh, I'm sorry--CIS male attention. Is that woke enough for you? And by the way, libsharts: Rick is a CIS MALE. I would know because he runs around naked in every other episode, and I made a compilation of every scene for hard evidence. Cry about it all you want, but you're not going to win this debate. No one's looked at Rick Sanchez naked more than me!
Anyhoo, Rick called out the woke crowd in the season one classic "Raising Gazorpazorp," which brilliantly deconstructs feminazi bullshit, especially Rick's speech at the end. Something about Rick's voice really sells it. Something about the way it's so gravely but familiar at the same time, like rain hitting a tin roof while we're sipping iced tea on the porch. Do you ever feel like you're only going out with girls because all your bros are doing it?
HAHA uh, Birdrick is a sack of puke and just the thought of it makes me shit rage diarrhea. (Uh oh, was that too CRUDE for the purity police? Well, get used to it, because I have to.) If I ever see a Bird Person cosplayer on the streets of LA, I'm going to hit him with my Tesla, killing him instantly. I'm hoping that it might explode a little bit for maximum damage. In fact, I'm just going to program my Tesla to hit every pedestrian that resembles a human-sized bird. It's in Elon Musk's genius hands now!
So what the fuck has happened to Rick and Morty? That show was great before they hired women writers. I'm pretty sure that they hired a bunch of queers, too, because only a gay man would come up with that suit and tie he wore in season six. He looked way too good in that outfit. Which one of you homos designed that shit? Jesus Christ, get out of the writers' room and let the straight men take control again. If I ever win a giveaway or something and get to visit the studio, I better be surrounded by men!
Season one was just winner after winner and winner. We need to get back to the original show--the REAL show--where Rick was a cool-headed and rational scientist instead of the weeping "wah wah I'm so sad morty" baby we're stuck with now. I would know because I'm basically the real-life Rick. I say what I want, when I want. Don't like it? Too bad. You just don't want to hear the truth. Rick Sanchez walked so that white men with beards could run...to their Teslas and run over Bird Person cosplayers, killing them instantly.
And Rick USED to tell the truth. Love is a chemical reaction, nothing means anything, existence is pain, marriage is bullshit (ESPECIALLY when you're married to a female), everyone's too politically correct now, it's stupid that we can't call stuff "retarded," "PICKLE RICK!!!!!", focus on science, girls are too sensitive about everything. Wubba lubba dub dub! Shit, what does that mean again? I'm so used to saying that at parties when someone hands me a Rick and Morty bong and I just smoke whatever's in it because that's what Rick would do. I think I smoked oregano a couple of weeks ago. My nostrils have been burning ever since, but I'm sure it's fine. Nothing can kill a man who pounds Toxic Rick energy drinks!
Haha, wouldn't it be funny if I left the last two words off that last sentence? That would be the funniest shit ever. I'm crying with laughter!
People didn't understand Dan Harmon's genius when they whined about the show, and it apparently made him so depressed that he gave up and surrendered to the woke crowd. Christ, I hate the Internet. I only get on here to check Reddit, scroll through Elon Musk's Twitter feed and see if Dan Harmon updated his Instagram. He reminds me of Rick a lot. They're both geniuses, but the major difference with Dan Harmon is that he's got that scraggly beard. It's probably scratchy when you make out with him. I took a bunch of molly at a party once and kissed a guy who looked like a lumberjack because I thought he was a lady lumberjack, and his beard was pretty scratchy. I said "Wow, that's what kissing Dan Harmon is like!" And he said "Want to go back to my place?" And I said "Fuck no, you're not ACTUALLY Dan Harmon." LOL!!!!!!!
Remember when I mentioned McDonald's at the start? I've been in Mickey D's this whole time, and if you're wondering how I had time to type this, it's because the 16-year-old fucktards behind the counter don't know what they're doing. (And yes, I'm getting McNuggets! Haha! #szechaunsauce) Rick wouldn't put up with this shit. Not only is he a badass, but he's got badass friends all over the galaxy who would back him up. I had a dream a month ago where Rick was hanging out with these buff guys that were probably his personal bodyguards. Some weird stuff happened, and when I told my therapist about it, she said "It sounds like you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "No, I didn't," and she said "You just loudly and audibly said that you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "Haha, I was manipulating you! I'm a master manipulator like Rick! It was a social experiment! What made you think about gay sex anyway? If I said 'And then Rick got gangbanged by a bunch of dudes' and you immediately thought 'Wow, it sounds like you had a gay sex dream,' that's on you, honey! Hear me? THAT'S ON YOU!!!'"
So, uh...
Let's close this off with a classic: Wubba lubba dub dub! Haha. Anyway, since you Tumblrites love analyzing every frame of every episode because it makes you feel like you "get it" (spoiler alert: you don't), why is this GIF so hypnotic? I've been watching it for twenty minutes and can't figure it out.
Lord have mercy.
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Hi, I was wondering if you could do a kiss prompt for Alexei & Amos from As Nandorluna’s Go Your Own Way & As Long as You Follow. I liked your one short fic of them.
The prompt would be "kiss with trembling lips"
Thank you
This was not as sexy as I first thought I was going to go, but I still liked making it sooo, here we go. I hope you like it, Nonnie.
I am also linking this to my good friend @chronicallyonlinewriter because these are her original characters, and I want to make sure she is happy with this little slice of story I slipped into her universe.
If anyone is interested in reading her work I highly recommend it, it's one of my favorite series in TLOU fanfic fandom here is the link People Still Listen to Fleetwood Mac in the Apocalypse
Story under the cut!
“Alexei?” Amos’s voice called sleep-rough from down the hall, a familiar sound that always managed to stir something soft in Alexei. Normally, after hearing it, he would drag whatever book he was reading back to the bedroom and cuddle up under the covers with Amos’s pleasant warmth pressed along his side. But today, Alexei didn’t have time. He’d already spent too many days away from the hospital, and he needed to get back. He shoved another book into his bag.
“In here.” He called, then mumbled quietly to himself as he looked around him, making sure he’d grabbed everything.
“What are you doing?” Amos asked, his confusion clear in his tone. Alexei looked up at his husband, tall and mussed, standing in the doorway. His T-shirt wrinkled, one leg of his sweatpants hiked up just below his knee, and the wild red curls of his hair half falling out of the low ponytail he usually put it in for bed. His shockingly blue eyes were tired but sharp as he took in Alexei’s actions.
“I have to get back to the hospital. I’m already so behind… on everything.” He sighed, his mind already cataloging all the different experiments that were waiting for his hand, each at a different stage of completion that only he could correctly handle.
His mind was so taken by his musings that he didn’t realize Amos had moved until his hand was over the top of his own. Strong fingers stopped his relentless packing and repacking of his bag. Placing his thumb and pointer finger under Alexei’s chin, Amos turned his face to his.
“Alexei, stop. What are you doing?” Amos asked again, his voice low, desperate. Alexei’s eyes skate over his worried face, his bushy brows pulled down over his dark circled eyes, mouth creased into a thin line between his scruffy beard. “You nearly died less than a week ago, I thought… Jesus, when I got the call, I thought that was it. I rushed to the hospital, sure I’d be too late, sure all I’d be able to do was hold your already cooling hand as they told me you were gone. But by some fucking miracle, you were still alive. My beautiful, reckless, stubborn husband was still alive.” Amos’s hand came up and brushed away a lock of silver hair from his forehead before he leaned in and placed a trembling kiss on his lips. Alexei could feel Amos’s hand also shake, where it rested on his face, and guilt sprang up hot and acidic from his gut.
“Alexei, you look like shit. You’ve been burning yourself at both ends since we got here. And I understand, I really do, I know how important this is for you, for us, for everyone.” Amos took a deep breath and placed his forehead against Alexei’s, “But, Alexei, I need you. Do you understand? If-if you do find a way to make a cure, but I end up losing you in the process because you’ve run yourself down to the bone, then none of it will have been worth it for me.” Amos pressed his lips to Alexei’s once more, so fiercely that their teeth clacked against one another. He held himself there, his breaths harsh and sharp against Alexei’s lips before pulling away and piercing him with his gaze. “Do you understand Alexei? None of this is worth it without you.”
Alexei knew the heart attack had scared Amos. It had scared him, too. But hearing that fear in Amos’s voice, feeling it in his touch, finally forced him to see that his life meant something beyond his ability to make a cure. His wellbeing mattered to Amos, and he had not been taking care of himself.
“Amos, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…” Alexei stammered and lifted his hands to rest on Amos’s shoulders, needing to feel his solid frame under his palms.
“Well, you do now, so I need you to take care of yourself. This was a wake-up call, and I need you to listen to it, please,” Amos said and pulled away to take Alexei’s bag and shove it under the desk. One last clear message that Amos did not plan on letting Alexei go anywhere today.
“Okay, Amos. Okay, I will.” Alexei laughed weakly. His earlier need to be back at work spilled out of him in a rush and left him feeling raw and exhausted.
“Good then. Good.” Amos ran a shaking hand through his already chaotic curls, his tone surprised as if he had expected more of a fight and then reached down to take Alexi’s hand. “Come back to bed. I know you’ll have to go back eventually, but can we work all that out tomorrow?”
Alexei laced his fingers with Amos’s and reached out his other hand to gently smooth down Amos' jaw, the rough scrape of his scruff a calming sensation against his palm. “Of course, sweetheart. It can wait.”
“C’mon,” Amos tugged him from the little office and back to their warm, comfortable bed.
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The most Corruption coded song is....
Thermodynamic Lawyer, by Will Wood!
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Our third entity will be open for submissions tomorrow at 8am:
The Flesh!
Lyrics and full tournament chart below the line!
Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.
(I hold myself in contempt)
Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull
Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names
Vomiting lies through her theremin throat
As some businessmen pick at her brains
Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis
Seems Seth Brindle's at it again
Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover
And shamelessly spoils the end
Blood vessels drying and curling inside are
Unfurling from out of her wrists
Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison
Intending to learn it to hiss
Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid
And giving some poor illness the blame
Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard
Insisting that she's won the game
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart
She could not break my heart, oh lord
Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises
And uses them to her advantage
Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus
Disease is her primary language
Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd
Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13
No apology, I request misery
So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee
So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby
With autism strapped to a ceiling fan
Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand
Buckle your knees looking up at me
And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand
For the sake of humanity, die of your blight
We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa
Now all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself)
You can go fucking die (kill yourself)
Go fucking die (kill yourself)
Kill yourself and go die
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More incorrect quotes! And today, for the first time, featuring the Au kids mother, Malea. The Au kids are Don, Raphie, Lee and Mike. :>
Don, near tears: I have the sex appeal of a math book!
Mike: I don’t know, dude, I’ve never met anyone that opened a math book and didn’t say “fuck me”.
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Raphie: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?
Lee: Raphie, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.
Raphie: …
Lee: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.
Raphie: …
Lee: Alright, we escaped unhurt once… Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.
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Mikey: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*
Mikey: Oh my god, is this expired?
Mikey: *Takes another sip of milk*
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Don: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.
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Raphie, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?
Malea: …
Malea: What’s in the box?
Raphie: What woul-
Malea: Raphie, what’s in the box?
Raphie: I think you know.
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Donnie: I wish I had acid. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.
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Raph: Aw, sewer apples.
Donnie: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let’s watch the fucking language.
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Lee: Holy shit, Raph, do you know what this means?!
Raph: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.
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Raphie: Mike, gather the others. We need to have another Lee-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-himself convention.
I am bacc with this insanity.
#tmnt#tmnt 2012#tmnt incorrect quotes#tmnt au#tmnt 2012 au#tmnt universes au#tmnt au raphie#tmnt au lee#tmnt au don#tmnt au mike#tmnt oc#tmnt au kids#tmnt au malea#tmnt shitpost
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Still Here/ 5
Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader
Word count- 2k
Includes- n/a
Tag List- @umbralhelwolf
@fairygirl18 @jo-hwaberry @mingtina
@jaxxmine @yeosayang
@delightfulmoonbanana
@tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe
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@meowmeowminnie @woo-stars
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@soibean1922 @san-realblkwife
Series Masterlist
Hongjoong POV
Opening her apartment door, she steps in and turns the light on, with me following
I can't believe I'm actually here
I can't believe she's actually mine
My girlfriend
Holy shit
"So uh, this is basically it", she says gesturing to her studio apartment
There's a small couch and coffee table, both facing a flat screen tv, her bed in the corner of the room, a small kitchen
"No bathroom?", I joke
"Haha, it's back there", she says pointing to a door at the back of the apartment
"It's nice. I like it", I say, looking around at all the things she has on display
I catch sight of a big bookshelf by her bed
I love reading
I can't wait to look at her books
"You don't have to lie, I know it's small"
My hand goes in to hers as I say, "I'm not lying jagi. I do like it a lot. I promise"
"Thanks", she says, smiling softly, "So uh you can sit wherever. There's not many places. Just my couch or bed"
"Where ever you want jagi"
She shrugs then plops down on her bed
Ok then
I swallow, forcing myself to not be nervous as I sit next to her
"So....", she says
"You want to know about me", I finish
"Well yeah. I never thought vampires were real. But you're real. It's kinda hard to wrap my head around"
"Yeah. It's a long story with some parts not very uh...good"
I look down, wondering how I'm going to explain about Kye-geum
Her hand touched my cheek softly, lifting my face
"Baby, please remember that whatever you say will not make me run from you. I love you", she tells me, "Please don't lie ok?"
"I won't jagi. I'll never lie to you, I swear", I promise
She nods, "So how old are you?"
"25", I ask
"Ok how long have you been 25?"
"A long time", I answer
"Numbers Joongie"
"Two thousand sixty five years"
"So you're two thousand sixty five years old?"
I nod
"Hold shit! You're an old man!"
I laugh, "Yeah"
"A very hot old man"
"Thanks", I answer, feeling a little shy
"So are you like the vampires from the movies and tv shows?"
I snort, "No"
"Continue", she says, looking interested
"I'm an old world vampire"
"Old world?"
I nod, "Old world vampires are different from new world vampires. First off old world vampires are ancient and come from Europe and Asia. New world vampires are a species of vampires from the Americas and were created in the 1500s. New world vampires are like evil monsters because they lose their souls, making them morally exempt. They like to kill when they feed. Their whole faces change when they have their "vampire face" on. The sun affects them, they're easier to kill. Wooden stakes, holy water and crosses work on them. And they turn to dust when killed"
"And that stuff doesn't do anything to you?"
I shake my head
"Ok let's go one by one", she says
"Sure jagi"
"The sun?"
"Does nothing. I can walk in the sun no problem"
"Huh. Immortality?"
"Yup"
"Crosses and holy water?"
"Does nothing. But belladonna and nightshade act like holy water does for the new world vampires. It burns us badly, like acid. It can take skin completely off and it takes awhile to heal from it"
"Jesus, have you-"
I nod, "I've been around for a long time jagi and yeah I've had that stuff thrown at me. It hurts and is mostly used to incapacitate old world vampires so they can be killed. We're a lot harder to kill"
"So, you're durable?"
"Very. Instant healing. Heightened senses. Super strength, super speed, agility. The older the vampire the stronger they are"
She eyes my arms asking, "You're old Joongie. That means you're one of the strongest vampires?"
I nod, "Yeah"
"I knew you were strong", she says, "When I touched your arms, your chest, I knew you were strong"
"I am jagi but I would never hurt you"
Her eyes move to mine, "I know Joongie"
She presses her lips to mine in a soft kiss, making me sigh happily
When the kiss ends, she continues the conversation
"Wooden stakes do nothing?"
I shake my head, "No. Silver hurts us. Silver stake to the heart kills us. Beheading kills us. Setting us on fire kills us. And we don't turn to dust. That's an easy clean up. When we're killed our body desiccates. We have to be buried or burned"
"Damn", she says
"Don't worry baby, we're extremely hard to kill. No one has ever come close to killing me"
She nods, "Ok baby because I don't know what I'd do if you died"
I touch her hair softly, looking at her lovingly, "I'm not going to die jagi. Don't worry ok?"
She nods, "Is there anything else I should know about your uh abilities?"
I swallow hard, hoping she doesn't think what I say next I've done to her
"Old world vampires can do mind compulsion"
"Which is?"
"Making humans do whatever we want them to. It's kind of like hypnosis. We can make humans forget things, making them do things we want them to do, sometimes against their will"
She looks at me uncomfortably, "And how do you do that?"
"Our eyes. When we want to compel someone we look in their eyes. I'm told our eyes dilate a lot when we're compelling someone and the people fall under the compulsion that way"
"Oh"
"I've never done that to you jagi. I swear. And I never would"
She smiles, "I know Joongie. Don't worry, I know"
I breathe out in relief
Thank god she knows
"You said something about a soul?"
"Uh yeah, old world vampires keep them. Any old world vampire that's evil is because they were evil people or they turned off their humanity. Most of us are the same as we were before we were turned. For new world vampires, the vampiric demon takes over and it's not the same person. It has the memories of the person, it looks like the person but it's not truly them. And since the demon takes over they're mostly evil and violent."
"Oh god. Those things are out there?"
"Yeah baby but mostly in the Americas. Most vampires here are old world"
She nods then looks at me, "When you say turn of your humanity.."
"It's basically like turning off your feelings. It allows an old world vampire to...be evil. To have no conscience so killing isn't a problem. Most of the time it can happen when the vampire turning their humanity off has great loss and wants to escape that feeling. It's almost impossible to get a vampire who turned their humanity to turn it back on"
"Why?"
"Because you have to get them to care about something to turn it back on and when it's off they don't care about anything"
"Have you-"
"No I haven't. Even when there was loss in my life I never even considered it. I didn't want to be a monster"
"You can never be a monster Joongie. Never", she says softly, holding my hand
I'm so glad she doesn't think I'm a monster
Most people's would think that just because I'm a vampire
"There's one more thing you should know about old world vampires"
"Tell me"
"Some become rippers. The bloodlust is too much and out of control for them. They're called ripper's because when they feed they tear the human apart. It's not their fault unless they're actively not trying to control their blood lust. If they embrace it. I'm not a ripper, I've never been one. Seonghwa has though"
"Hwa? He seems so chill"
"Yeah he was when we was first turned. He massacred villages and cities for the first three hundered years of his life"
Her eyes are wide, her mouth dropped, "What made him stop?"
"He met me. I helped him. I showed him how to feed without killing. And any time he slipped up, I helped him. He's been good for a few hundred years. And S/w/n is there to help him now"
She nods, "Ah ok. And S/w/n is a vampire too?"
"Yeah. She's actually one of the strongest vampires out there"
"She's that old?"
I shake my head, "She's around five hundred years or so but she was a vampire slayer before she was turned and when she was turned, her vampire strength added to her slayer strength"
"Uh ok. What's a vampire slayer?"
I spend a few minutes explaining what a slayer is, what they do, their abilities and Seonghwa's and S/w/n history
"Holy crap that's an amazing love story", she says when I finish
"Yeah. He's lucky she didn't kill him on sight"
"Really lucky", she agrees, "So how about the other guys?"
"Well Wooyoung is a vampire but W/w/n is still a human."
"Ahh so I'm not the only human"
"No jagi you're not", I answer, then continue, "Jongho's wife is actually the first vampire ever created so she's the oldest and the only one to rival S/w/n in strength"
"The first? Oh wow"
I nod, "Yeah. San's wife is a vampire and she was a doppelganger"
I take a minute to explain to her what a doppleganger is
"Yeosang's wife is a werewolf vampire hybrid, Mingi's is a vampire. Yunho's isn't a vampire. She's a powerful witch who was his guard in his time. Her life force is connected to his so she lives as long as he does"
"Damn Joongie. Did you guys meet before ATEEZ?"
I nod, explaining how we all met and giving her cliff notes of everyone's history and their ages
"Jesus Christ, you all have so much history together. It's kinda cool how you all met them decided to become a kpop group"
"Yeah well we all liked singing, dancing, rapping once that became popular. We had so many other careers throughout the centuries but nothing like kpop. We hid before but not anymore"
"Well you guys are amazing"
"Thanks jagi"
She nods and silence falls between us
"Uh Joongie, how....", she trails off
"How did I become a vampire?", I ask
I know that she's curious
I told her about the other guys but not me
I know my history is the one she cares about the most
"Uh yeah"
I don't want to spend the whole night talking about me though
"I can tell you but I also want to know about you"
I don't know much about her life, just that she lives in this apartment alone and she has no family here
"Me? My life isn't as exciting as yours. It's boring"
I shake my head, "Not to me jagi. I love you and I want to know everything about you"
Her face turns a cute shade of red
I kiss her cheek, laughing, "So cute"
She turns even more red, "Fine. But after you tell me about you"
"Deal"
"Just one thing before you tell me"
"Yeah?"
"Are you really dead?"
"Yeah jagi. Vampires are dead. I have no heart beat. I don't need to breathe. My skin is cold. I don't eat food. I can but it does nothing for me. I eat just for the taste of the food"
"You drink blood?"
I nod
"How?"
"Blood bags. We get them from the hospitals and blood banks. And if none are available from humans. But I compel them not to feel pain and I only take what I need. I don't kill people when I feed. I never have"
"But you killed people before?"
I nod, "I have"
She doesn't say anything to that, just asking me another question, "But you do breathe", she says, "You said you don't but I've heard you sigh, I've seen your chest move"
"It's my body's involuntarily response. It's always breathed so I've let it keep working that way, but I don't need to. I also do it to blend in with people. It'd be weird if I was standing next to a human and they noticed I'm not breathing"
"Huh. I didn't think about that. You're right"
I nod
We need to blend in especially since we're idols and ATINY pay attention to everything
We don't need any rumors or anything
"So tell me about you Joongie. How did you become a vampire?"
"Well I was born in 32 b.c....."
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Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) |Part 10|
A/N: Sorry this ended up being a teensy bit later than I anticipated but I got a cold at the end of my vacation so I was recovering a bit while also going back to work. In other news I tried to make this part extra long. Hope y’all enjoy!
That morning around 10 you woke up to see Eddie frantically getting dressed. You squinted. "Jesus what time is it?" You croaked out while yawning. "Its gonna be 10 o' clock. I'm running late for work." He said in a panicked voice. "What?!" You sat up quickly. The bed sheets that were covering you fell onto your lap. Eddie avoided looking at your chest.
You didn't notice and got out of the bed. He was now more obvious about his attempt to not look at you. "Are you avoiding looking at me?" You asked him feeling a little confused and a little self conscious. "Yes I'm sorry. It has nothing to do with you. You look so beautiful like this, but I'm already running late and if I look at you right now I will want to take you again and I will never leave this apartment today." He stammered making you blush. You went to grab your bathrobe and wrapped it around your body. "Better?" You asked him. He looked over and nodded. He went and put on his boots.
"Let me make you something to eat." You stated whilst walking out your shared bedroom. "As much as I'd love that, I seriously don't have the time." He stated as he was still in the room buttoning up his jumpsuit. "I'll just get a bagel with cream cheese prepared for you. I'm sure you can eat that on the way at least." You made quick work of opening the pack of bagels on the kitchen counter. "Will it even be worth it? I don't even have the time to get it toasted." He was now in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
You shrugged and opened a drawer to pull out Eddie's lighter he would keep in there. You ignited it and held the bagel slices near the flame figuring this would work faster than his toaster. While you continued to do that you used your foot to open the fridge. You then put your head in and grabbed the tin of cream cheese with your mouth and shut the door with your foot. You could see Eddie pop his head out the bathroom. His toothbrush was in his mouth.
His eyebrow was raised in absolute confusion as he saw you with a lighter and the bagel slice with a random cream cheese tub in your mouth. You walked over to the counter to release the tub. "Its called multi tasking Eds." Was all you said to him. Both sides of the bagel had gotten a bit of color to them. When you were satisfied with it you put the lighter down and grabbed a butter knife to spread the cream cheese on the slices.
After finishing up with the bagels you realized that Eddie needed something to drink so you opened the fridge to see if you could find anything to give him. You spotted a bottle of Yoohoo and grabbed it. You shut the fridge and set the bottle on the counter next to the bagel. Eddie rushed over to you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "You're the best baby." You smiled. "So I'm told." You saw him sandwich the two slices together and take a quick bite. "Hey that's not how you eat a bagel with cream cheese you heathen!"
He just gave you a cheeky smile as he continued to chew. He grabbed the drink and gave you another kiss. This time he had cream cheese on his lips. He swiftly grabbed his keys and made an exit from the apartment. Once the door closed you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
You now had the chance to sit and process the events of last night. You honestly still couldn't believe it. Eddie and you finally had sex together for the first time. You realized that this was huge and you had to tell someone or you would die. Just dead on, body explosion. You quickly took a shower and continued to replay events from last night. The jealousy coming from Eddie, the way he professed how much he actually loved you, and finally the way he made love to you.
You shook off the thoughts and went to get dressed. You put on a pair of acid wash jeans, an oversized muscle shirt that was Eddie’s (it was relatively big on Eddie but on you, you could see your bare sides and some of your bra) and your old beat up All Stars that you threw on the floor last night. You looked in the mirror and turned to look at your bare sides. You shrugged and thought nothing of it. You’ve seen some other women in Hawkins wearing a lot less so it can’t be that bad.
You exited the bedroom and grabbed your keys as you left the apartment. You went downstairs and to your car. You drove to Nancy’s office to go talk to her about what happened last night. When you drove up to the building you noticed it was closed. You groaned and pulled back out of the parking lot and decided to drive to Family Video to try your luck. When you pulled up you stepped out and went inside. Luckily for you Nancy, Steve and Robin were all in one place.
You took in a deep breath feeling a little nervous since you haven’t spoken to Robin and Steve since your memories returned. You wondered if Nancy told them anything. You never told her anything about saying the truth to them. You honestly weren’t even sure if you wanted them to know.
After hearing the door open they all turned to look at you. “Y/N! Good to see you!” Steve exclaimed seeming happy to see you. You smiled and walked over. “Yeah it feels like forever since the last time you’ve come visit us.” Robin stated. “Actually I’m surprised you knew where to come find us.” She added. You let out a cough of surprise. Nancy kind of looked at you wide eyed as she wondered how you would get your way out of this one.
“Oh, Eddie told me where you guys worked. I already knew where the store was.” You thought on the spot. “Really? I thought this store didn’t open until like 198-” Robin had started to say. “So Y/N how was your first day at the new job last night?” Nancy asked cutting her off in order to change the subject. You internally thanked Nance for having you back. “It was okay. Actually...no it wasn’t. The guys that have come in were total creeps.” You explained deciding to be at least truthful about this. “A lot of them kept hitting on me. Even made some inappropriate comments.”
They all seemed surprised and disgusted. “You’re not going back there are you?” Steve asked. You shrugged. “I kind of have to. This was the only job opening I could find that wasn’t retail based. I really didn’t wanna work retail.” You explained. They all nodded remembering how much you hated working at the department store right before your move. Steve scrunched his eyebrows in thought. “Wait why didn’t you want to work retail? Do you remember what it was like when you had before?” He asked you out of curiosity. Your mouth opened but no words would come out.
Nancy then let out a slight nervous laugh. “I mean would anyone really want to work retail? You two are kind of working retail now, you can’t tell me that you enjoy it.” She said defending you. Both Steve and Robin kind of nodded in agreement realizing that she wasn’t wrong. “Did Eddie get to visit you? I think you mentioned to me that he was supposed to.” Nancy brought up. You gave her a nod. “Uh yeah, he did. He also got to lay witness of some guy grabbing my ass.”
“Wait what? Some guy grabbed your ass? Is he still alive?” Steve asked and seemed pretty concerned. “Uh, yeah last time I checked he was.” You replied. “Did Eddie not say or do anything when he saw that guy grabbed you?” Robin was now asking. “Oh he did. In fact he practically threatened to kick the guy’s ass but I tried to talk him down because that asshole was with a group of friends and I was afraid they’d hurt Eddie.” You told them. "He got kind of upset with the whole situation though and left. I did finish the shift though without any other problems."
The trio just stared at you with zero clue on what to say. You kind of rocked back and forth on your feet with your hands in your pockets. "Um...so by the time I got home from work Eddie apologized to me. We had a talk and then we had sex. So how have you guys been?" You quickly glossed over the mentioning of your physical intimacy with Eddie and tried to move to the next subject.
They all looked taken aback. The three of them knew damn well that, that was the first time that you and Eddie got hot and heavy. Steve and Robin both tried to not make it seem like a big deal since they still thought your memories were gone. If you were in fact married to Eddie in the past this would've been just another night of doing the devil's tango with your husband. Nancy on the other hand was inwardly freaking out for you.
"You guys actually did it?" Steve asked breaking the silence. You gave a nod. "Well no wonder you look like you're glowing. I think they call that an after sex glow." Robin stated. You snorted out a laugh. "Who has ever said that?" You asked. "I don't know I've read it in a magazine somewhere or something." She responded.
"So how was it?" Nancy asked you. "Should I really be here for this conversation?" Steve asked. Robin then turned to look at him. "Dingus, should I? I'm not sure I wanna hear about straight people having sex." Robin snapped at him. "We can talk about it later Nance." You suggested.
The four of you continued to just chat like you used to. It felt nice to you. At some point you checked the time and it was already going to be 4 p.m. You realized that Eddie would be having lunch soon and he didn't have anything to eat. "Guys I'm going to head out. I have to go home and make Eddie something to eat for lunch." You stated. "You don't even know where he works though, do you?" Steve asked. He seemed almost suspicious of you.
"Nancy showed it to me the other day." You lied. "Right Nance?" She nodded. "It will be nice to see the guys again, right? You haven't seen them in a while." Steve stated. "Yeah I haven't gone to see them since before Eddie was with- motherfucker." You fell for it again. "You got your memories back?!" Steve exclaimed. "Nancy did you know about this?" Robin asked. "I asked her not to say anything." You responded. "Why would you hide that from us?" Steve asked.
You let out a sigh. "I don't know. I just didn't want to say anything to Eddie yet and I figured the less people who knew, the easier it would be. I'm sorry for hiding from you guys." You explained. "Why don't you want Eddie to find out?" Robin asked. You shrugged. "I'm still not mentally prepared for the talk we will have to have afterwards. I know we will have a huge fight and I don't want things to get ruined between us. I'm finally happy."
"Do you really think he would stop loving you over something so simple?" Robin asked. You snorted and tried not to laugh so hard. "Trust me this is anything but simple Rob. We both have lied to each other. He told me he was my husband and I'm letting him believe I still have amnesia." You responded now pinching the bridge of your nose. "Our relationship is a sham. Built on lies." Steve shook his head. "No. Its not a sham. You actually love each other. There's no way to lie about that." He stated. "And what if its not enough?" You asked letting your doubts affect you.
Deep down you knew that nothing you could say or do would get Eddie to stop loving you. He proved that last night by the way he held and worshipped your body. You hated all the doubts that kept creeping up on you. It was something you had a hard time controlling.
"It will be enough. And in a crazy impossible chance where it isn't, I will quite literally stop believing in love." Steve proclaimed. You crossed your arms. "Why would you stop believing in love?" You asked. You honestly thought he was being dramatic and were confused.
"Because, you two have loved each other for years, whether you were willing to admit it or not. That kind of love is unconditional. So in the impossible case where that love isn't enough, I will give up. Love wouldn't be worth it, not if it can be broken apart like that." Steve finished explaining. Robin patted his back. "You know, you're a real hopeless romantic." She stated. He only rolled his eyes.
You nodded. "Look you're right. Which honestly I hate having to admit. I just have a lot of self doubts. I'll think about telling Eddie, but right now I really have to go." You replied and said your goodbyes.
You made your way to the apartment and quickly went in to make Eddie some lunch. You made him a simple ham and cheese sandwich then added all of the condiments he loved. You grabbed some chips in one of the cupboards then grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge. You placed all of it in a paper bag to make it easier to carry. You then left the apartment and ran back downstairs.
You drove to the Garage that Eddie worked out. It hasn't changed since you last saw it. It has been over a year since you last visited and you were kind of nervous to see the guys again. A part of you was a little excited too because you did miss them. They all were sweet and very caring of you. You grabbed Eddie's food from your passenger seat and got out of the car.
You took a deep breath as you walked into the shop. The first person you noticed was Mack and as soon as his eyes landed on you he beamed up immediately. "Y/N! How are you doing sweetie? It's been so long." He quickly wiped his hands on a rag beside him before he went to approach you. "Oh, you probably don't remember me. I'm Mack. I was your favorite." He stated the last part in a hushed voice. "In your dreams Mack. Now let the girl breathe or else she won't come back here to see the likes of you." It was Charlie who you saw approaching now.
You missed them both. They both looked like they have aged a bit more in the past year. Mack managed to grow out a beard while Charlie just had his usual shadow. "So what brings you here girlie?" He asked you. You held up the paper bag. "Just bringing Eddie his lunch." This made Charlie smile. "You haven't changed a bit, Y/N. Just like old times." He stated. "Hey Munson!" Charlie turned his head to call out behind him. "What is it?!" You heard Eddie call back out. "Your beautiful wife is here!" Mack exclaimed.
You heard the sound of a tool drop and the sound of running. "Y/N is here?" You saw another man approaching. You recognized him immediately. It was Dave. "Hey I called Munson. Not you." Charlie stated. "I'm not missing an opportunity to say hi to Y/N. How you doing hon?" He asked you with a smile on his face. "I'm okay. Thank you for asking. How are you?" He looked like he was over the moon that you cared to see how he was. "My day just got a whole lot better since you're here to visit." He responded.
"Alright, alright. You guys are crowding my wife. Settle down." You smiled as you saw Eddie walk up. "Hey its not our fault that we miss the little lady. You've been keeping her away from us." Mack stated. Eddie walked up to you and gave you a kiss. "Hey princess." He greeted you. "Alright Munson. You can go on your lunch break now since your wife is here with your food." Charlie stated. Eddie nodded and led you to his van where he opened the back door for the both of you to sit on the van floor.
You handed him the paper bag. He pulled out the sandwich and examined it. "You got all my favorites in here." He stated. Your heart dropped. "Oh I do? Huh, I just kind of threw it all together without even thinking about it." You lied. Eddie shrugged and took a bite from the sandwich. He then began to munch away at the chips. He looked like he had been starving as if he hadn't eaten in days. "Whoa, slow down there Eds. You're gonna choke." You joked. He grabbed the bottle of beer and used the edge of the van floor and his hand to open the cap. He took a swig of it. "Have I ever told you that you're the best?" He asked.
You smiled. "Only constantly." You replied. "So how has your day been so far?" You asked him. He simply shrugged as he finished his sandwich. "Same shit, different day." He said with his mouth full. You let out a laugh. "Eddie don't talk with your mouth full." He swallowed. "Sorry mom. I won't do it again." You rolled your eyes. "Ha ha very funny." You said sarcastically.
Eddie turned to look at you and then his eyes landed on your chest. "Hey buddy. My eyes are up here." You pointed to your eyes. "Sorry. I just...is that my shirt?" He asked. You looked down at the muscle shirt you were wearing. "Maybe." He took a sip of his beer. "It looks good on you."
You blushed. "Thanks." He leaned over and kissed your temple making you smile. "So what have you been up to today?" He asked as he munched on his chips. You shrugged. "Just went to Family Video to visit Nance, Steve, and Robin. Got to talk them a bit." Not to mention Robin and Steve now know your memory has returned but you couldn't tell him that. "Oh yeah? How was it?" He asked. "It was nice talking to them. Steve doesn't seem to think I should go back to the bar to work." You stated. "Good because you shouldn't." He replied.
You groaned and threw yourself back so you'd be laying on the floor of the van. "Come on don't give me that. You know I'm right." Eddie stated as he turned to look at you. You groaned again in annoyance. "Well grrrr to you too." He said.
You sat back up. "Okay how about this. I'll quit working at the bar." He fist pumped the air. "Yes." "If and only if, you can find me a better job that I would like." You finished. Now he groaned. "Babe are you serious?"
You nodded. "Yes, I'm not quitting unless I have another job. I don't mind working at the bar, at least I get good tips. You're the one who doesn't want me to work there." You explained.
"How about you quit now and we'll go job hunting tomorrow." He bargained. You shook your head.
"Nope. Nuh uh. Nice try but I'm only quitting when you can secure me a job." Eddie sighed. "Okay. Fine. I guess I gotta work quickly." He stated as he took a sip of his beer. "Only if you're that serious about me quitting."
"Oh I am dead serious about you quitting. I'm coming into the bar again tonight after my shift is over. I swear if I see some other guy hitting on you or has his hands on you, I'm kicking their ass and dragging you home with me." Eddie said in a very matter of fact tone. You let out a laugh. "Sure." "You think I won't?" He asked. "I never said that."
He turned his head to look at you. "You didn't have to. I could just tell. But I would do it." He said. "Okay." He let out a mock gasp. "You really don't believe me."
You rolled your eyes. "Why does it matter if I do or don't?" He clapped his hand. "Aha so you admit you don't believe me." He pointed at you. "I admit to nothing. It was just a question."
He seemed to deflate a bit. "I'm just really worried about you. I mean after everything that's been going on lately...and now you're just throwing yourself into work so soon?" Eddie finally let his guard down. It wasn't something that happened a lot. In fact, he only ever let his guard down with you. Well, you and maybe Dustin.
You took his hand and gave him a gentle reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about me. I know that you will no matter what, but I'm okay. I promise." You stated.
He sighed and nodded. You held his face with your hand and gave him a kiss. You then separated from his lips and rested your forehead against his. "I love you. With all of my heart." He said. "I love you too. More than you know." You replied.
But Eddie knew. He knew you loved him so much it hurt. He knew that if he was with someone else you wouldn't be able to stand to see the sight of it. You were willing to leave him and sacrifice your happiness for his because you thought it would've been the best for him.
You hadn't realized that you were the best for him. He knew that without you in his life, nothing would be the same. Not the big things like birthdays or even new milestones with his band. Not the little things like getting a new riff down finally or getting the latest album of a band at the record store. None of it would be the same because he wouldn't have you by his side to celebrate. It would never have been worth it.
It was scary, terrifying even. Wanting to live and breathe for someone else. To be the best possible version of yourself because of someone you love. You made him want to be a better man, for you. He realized that if you wanted to you could rip out his heart and shatter it into a million pieces and he would still love you. His love really was unconditional in every sense of the way just as Steve had told you.
"I think I do know because that's how I feel about you too. You don't know what you've done to me." He says simply. It almost sounds like an accusation. Like a 'You and your beautiful soul, you made me love you and now I can't live the same life without you, how dare you.' sort of way. If it was an accusation, it was definitely one you could live with. "What have I done to you?" You asked innocently.
"You made me a slave for your love and I enjoy every moment of it. I wouldn't want it any other way. I would do anything for you." It felt like your heart just skipped a beat.
"God if you didn't have to get back to work in about five minutes I would seriously jump your bones right now." You muttered out without a second thought. Eddie let out a hearty laugh. "I hadn't realized my words had that affect on you." He stated.
The two of you chatted a little more and joked around comfortably with each other like the way you used to when you were just friends. In truth, being in a relationship with Eddie didn't mean you lost him as your best friend. Instead you just gained a life partner, and lover. He was always your soulmate and now you're closer than ever. Deep down you knew you'd be even closer if you just told him the truth.
It made you think about what Steve had said to you earlier. That no matter what you could do Eddie would still love you. Your love for one another was unconditional.
"Eddie I have to tell you something. I actually ha-"
"Munson! Come back over! Break time's over!" You heard Charlie yell out from inside the garage who interrupted your confession. Eddie finished his beer then got up from his seated position. "Well, guess that's my cue." You nodded and gave him a small smile as he helped you up.
"I really appreciated that you went out of your way to bring me lunch. Kinda feels a little like old times." He said to you as he held your hands still. You smiled and gave him a kiss. You knew exactly what he meant. Those were the good times you had in your friendship.
Before anything actually got complicated with the addition of Kendra to separate the two of you. This was something you used to always do. Bring him some kind of lunch and hung out with him during his break. You would talk about any and everything under the sun. Always about music, movies, and of course new D&D campaign ideas. It was nice and the two of you enjoyed it.
"Well I'm glad you I was able to come and give you lunch." You replied. The two of you walked towards the garage hand in hand. "Well look at the two of you. Such a beautiful couple." Mack stated. "Always said they would be. Damn shame it took him so long to realize she was perfect for him." Charlie replied. "Guys I'm right here." Eddie cut in. "We know." Charlie said.
"You guys make it sound like you've never seen us together." You stated. You thought maybe if you had a hard time telling him the truth he could say it instead. "Uh...its only because you haven't visited in a while. Thats all." Eddie stammered nervously. "Guess I should change that." You said. "Oh please do, we all have missed you." Mack replied. You gave him a sweet genuine smile. It was the kind of smile he was used to before. The one that warmed his heart.
You cared for all of the guys. It was like they were extended family. Almost like your uncles and you treated them as such. "Will do Mack." You checked the time. It was around 5:30 p.m. "I should get going. My shift at the Hideout starts at 6." You stated. "Whoa little lady. You work at the bar?" Mack asked you. You gave a nod. The guys all looked at Eddie. "And you're letting her work there?" Charlie asked.
Eddie put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, don't look at me. I tried to talk her out of it, she wouldn't listen to me." You rolled your eyes. "A job is a job. I don't see what the big deal is." You stated. "The deal is that there are going to be a lot of drunken assholes who can hurt you." Dave said. "Last night I caught this guy grabbing her ass." Eddie added. "You kicked his ass right?" Charlie asked.
"I was going to but Y/N wouldn't let me." He replied. "Because I am not some damsel in distress that needs you to save me. Besides he wasn't alone. You would have had your ass handed to you." You said in defense. Eddie shook his head. "Give me more credit. I could have taken all of them." He said. You rolled your eyes again. "I don't have time for this. I need to head to work."
"You're going dressed like that?" Charlie asked. He sounded like an over protective father. "Yes like this. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You were confused. It wasn't like you were showing any cleavage or wearing a mini skirt. "Anyone can see your bra from the side." Eddie said almost in a whispered tone. You face palmed. "Oh no. God forbid my bra is visible. Now everywhere I go guys are gonna cream there pants." You said as your voice dripped with sarcasm. "Get real."
"No you get real. Guys are into crazy shit." Eddie shot back. "I'll just tell them I'm married. Oh wait, it won't matter because you have never given me a ring so they never believe me." You jabbed. Eddie let out a small gasp. "I-I have been working on it. "Really? You're finally married to the girl and you haven't given her a ring yet?" Charlie asked shaking his head in disappointment. "I've seriously gotta go. I'll see you at home Eddie." You said as you walked towards your car.
You understood where they were coming from but you were just generally irritated by the whole damn thing. You hated that Eddie felt like he needed to protect you for whatever reason. You actually were more irritated at the mere thought that even Charlie saw you as a delicate damsel that couldn't handle working at a bar. Hell apparently all the guys did.
You didn't want to be viewed as fragile. Not by anyone. Especially not by Eddie. You always thought highly of him. Always thought he could do any and everything. That he was strong mentally and physically. You inwardly groaned. You knew that the real problem was that you still felt like you had to prove yourself to him.
Those days were over. Eddie thought the world of you. He said so himself. But you couldn't shake that feeling. You spent years pining after the damn enimiga that was Eddie Munson. Years of silent torment. Of wanting him to see you as that only girl in the world. Now you had him in your grasp. He loved you, but somehow you felt like you were just still waiting for it to shatter.
You were waiting for it to all disappear as if it was all just a beautiful dream. To put it simply. It felt too good to be true. Sometimes you even sit and wonder if it really was and that you were in fact still in that hospital room in a coma.
You finally arrived at the bar which prompted you to get out of your head. You did not even remember driving and now you were already at your job. You got out of your car and headed inside the Hideout.
You walked towards the back and clocked in with your time card. "Hey kid. I'm Marve. Nice to meet you." Your new coworker greeted you. You have a polite smile. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too." Marve then became very serious. "Now Bernie filled me in on what happened last night."
You gave him a nod. "Yeah I'm sorry if my husband upset the customers yesterday and I walked out, I-"
"Are you kidding? Don't apologize at all for that. Those guys were assholes. Bernie banned them from the bar. I was just gonna say that if you experience anything like that again just please let one of us know and we will handle it." Marve explained which shouldn't have surprised you but it did.
"Are you sure? I don't want us to lose customers be-" He shook his head. "No don't even worry about it. You are here to provide a service, do not fool yourself into thinking you are supposed to just take getting touched inappropriately on the job." You smiled genuinely now. "Wow, thank you so much. I really appreciate it and I'm sure my husband will too."
You were sure that it wouldn't matter since Eddie was going to still probably want you to quit but hopefully this would get him to relax just a little. Marve clapped once which snapped you out of your thoughts. "So today I'm going to teach you how to use a bar spoon and how to make a few different cocktails."
You raised an eyebrow. "How to use a bar spoon? Its just a spoon. Its pretty self explanatory, isn't it?" You asked. He simply laughed. "Of course, you dear child might think that, that might be the case but it isn't true. It is relatively easy to get a hang of but its important you don't mess it up." "But...its a spoon."
Marve shook his head. "Okay. It is just a spoon but lets just pretend I taught you something absolutely revolutionary." You nodded as you laughed. "Sure okay I can do that." "Okay great. The most important thing about using the bar spoon is how straight you are holding it or the specific angle. I can guarantee it to you your presentation will be off if you can't perfect the spoon usage." He explained. "Does anyone at the bar even care about the presentation?"
Marve stood there in silence as he thought about your question. "Do you always like to burst people's bubbles?" You let out a laugh. "I'm sorry. I really wasn't trying to."
He went ahead and continued his explanation of the bar spoon and its uses. That conversation only lasted all of two minutes. He then taught you a few new cocktails to make. Your shift was going by slowly but as it got later more people showed up and time began to fly. Thankfully no one was hitting on you or making you feel uncomfortable.
“Hiya princess, did you miss me?” You turned around and smiled as soon as you saw Eddie. “I don’t want to give you a bigger ego than you already have, but yeah, I might’ve.” He gave you one of his signature smirks. “I believe you still owe me a drink from yesterday.” He stated and you gave him a nod. “What can I get you?” You asked. “Just a beer.” He said. You frowned. “Waaas that the wrong answer or...”He was confused by your facial expression.
“Well don’t you want to see me make one of the drinks I learned how to make today?” You asked him. “Not really, no.” You mock gasped at his response. “What? How rude. I learned how to use a bar spoon and everything.” You responded. He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it just a spoon? How hard can it be to use it?” He asked. You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Well for your information Munson, the bar spoon is very technical. You have to hold it straight when you pour or you could ruin the presentation.” You explained using Marve’s own words.
“Presentation for what?” You face palmed. “The drink Eds, if you move the spoon or angle it wrong it messes up the drink’s presentation.” Eddie squinted his eyes as he tried to understand. “Since when did the people who come in here care about presentation?” You pinched the bridge of your nose and just walked away to pour your fake spouse a beer.
“Hey toots can you get me a drink?” You heard the loud voice of a man shout. You were almost done pouring Eddie his beer. “Sure, I’ll be right with you.” You stated not turning away from your task. The guy groaned. “Come on lady. I ain’t got all day.” He complained. Your eyes flickered between that asshole and Eddie. You knew he was going to say something.
“Hey man she said she’d be right with you. Give her a break.” Eddie said as he decided to speak up. You were quickly trying to serve your husband hoping the guy wouldn’t pay him any mind. You did a speed walk towards him with his full glass of beer. “You got something to say to me punk? Huh? What’s it to ya? You tryna get in that bitches pants? Is that it?” The guy sat up straight now looking very confrontational. Eddie now stood up from his seat. “Hey show her some fucking respect. That’s my god damned wife you’re talking about!”
“Eddie, please.” You said quietly trying to get him to calm down. “Oh so she’s your little wife? How come she doesn’t have ring? Or did she not want to wear it cos she’s ashamed to be married to you?” The guy asked now chuckling to himself. “The fuck did you just say to me prick?” Eddie asked now speeding over to get face to face with this guy on the other side of the bar. The guy now stood up and was eye level to him.
“You heard me jackass. Your wife is probably ashamed to be with your little punk ass. Needs to be with a real man. Not some long haired bit-”The guy cut off by Eddie sucker punching him in the face. The sudden act of violence made you jump. “Eddie!” You ran out from behind the bar and towards the two men who were now fighting.
Marve who was tending to people out on the floor at the tables, ran over as well to try to stop the fighting. “Y/N, what the hell happened?” Marve asked as he tried to pull the guy away from Eddie. “I don’t even know, it all happened so fast!” You exclaimed as you tried to pull Eddie back as well. “Eddie you need to calm down!” He wasn’t listening to you. He was too focused on beating the shit out of this guy. “Eddie please!” Nothing. He wasn’t responsive. He was still thrashing around trying to throw punches at the guy.
“Eddie I remember everything!” You shouted out loud causing him to stop his actions.
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Power of Love
Marty McFly x Jennifer Parker
Summary: Set a day before Marty's time travelling events. Marty feels bored with his life - but he should be happy right? After all he has a great girlfriend and gets to spend all his time playing music.
Rating: 13+
Word count: 2,629
25th October 1985
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Marty groaned. Another goddamn day.
His eyelids felt heavy as he forced them open, he had forgotten to close the drapes the night before and the sunlight had seeped into the room, blinding him. Pushing himself up from his bed, his hand slammed down on the alarm clock. At least it was Friday and there was a party he would be going to tonight with his girlfriend Jennifer, the thought of it was enough motivation for him to throw himself out of bed and head towards the bathroom.
Once Marty had cleaned himself up, and changed into his usual attire, which consisted of acid wash jeans, a checkered shirt, denim jacket then to top it off his crimson puffer vest. Grabbing his backpack, skateboard and his walkman he proceeded towards the dining room, but pausing in front of his poster of Farrah Fawcett.
“See ya, baby.” He muttered and smirked, before stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind him.
Marty dragged his feet towards the dining room. Everyday was an endless loop of repetition and prediction, his father would sit in the dining table consuming a bowl of cereal with his eyes glued to the television set, his sister Linda would whine about the fact that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, his mother would have a cigarette in one hand with a drink in the other, meanwhile his brother Dave would either still be asleep or taking his sweet ass time to his job at Burger King.
Time management was certainly not a strong suit amongst the McFly residence.
Marty dumped his bag and skateboard on the ground beside an empty chair, where he then slumped himself down into it. He reached for a clean bowl in the middle of the table, then grabbed the box of cereal before drenching it in milk.
The sound of the TV filled the room, as Marty glanced up. The images flashed across the TV screen, unamused by it his gaze returned down to his bowl of cereal as she continued to scoop up tablespoons of it.
In the distance, he heard the sound of thumping footsteps.
“George!” Marty’s mother, Lorraine’s voice shrieked.
George McFly was completely oblivious to his wife’s calling, instead his attention remained fixated upon the TV.
“Goddamnit George!” Lorraine roared again, quickening her steps beside him. “How many times have I told you to call the electrician? The washing machine is busted again.”
Finally, George’s eyes peeled away from the TV. His head was ducked low. “I wanted to Lorraine,” his voice dragged out as if he were too afraid of speaking, “but when I was about to- Biff called me and needed help painting his house.”
“Jesus Christ, George.” Lorraine whined.
Marty rolled his eyes. No doubt, the next few moments would then turn into a bickering match. Well, it was mainly his mother that would do the bickering and his father would avoid eye contact. It was enough for Marty to lose his appetite. He immediately pushed himself away from the table, grabbing his half eaten bowl of cereal he proceeded towards the kitchen where he dumped it down the garbage disposal, leaving the bowl in the sink. Grabbing his backpack and skateboard he got out of there as fast he could.
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Before heading to school, Marty had decided to drop by the record store in town. After all, he figured he had a couple of minutes to spare with his abrupt early departure from his home. Plus he was hoping to pick up a new cassette tape for his date with Jennifer tonight.
Marty released his hands from a Chevrolet van he had hitched a ride on. Whilst he was growing up he often felt insecure about his small height, however he had soon discovered the advantage that most of the time, people did not notice him. Once he had latched onto this idea he had used it to his personal gain, crouching down on his skateboard as he held onto the back of various vehicles to get to places quicker, and limiting his physical strength.
Marty halted just before the sidewalk, stepping down hard on the edge of the skateboard. It flipped up vertically, grabbing the skateboard in his hand as he proceeded towards the entrance of the record store.
The smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Marty’s gaze scanned the rows of records before him. He stalked towards the end of the store where he reached the line of tapes. Marty’s finger traced over the rows of tapes, he paused over a Once Upon a Time by Simple Minds picking it out from the rack he examined the tape. Whilst Marty was more of a Van Halen type of guy, he knew that Jennifer would love this. Shrugging, he proceeded towards the till, where Jeff had emerged from the back. In his hands he held a box of tapes which he slammed onto the till and groaned. Jeff was middle aged with a receding hairline and an anger problem, but he had always been cool to Marty, mainly because in Jeff’s mind Marty sort of reminded him of how he had once been in his youth.
Jeff’s eyes scanned the tape before him and released a low chuckle. “Really?” He commented.
“It’s for Jennifer, alright,” Marty argued. He took out a couple of crumpled dollars from his denim jacket and counted them, before sliding the amount to Jeff.
“I hear you,” Jeff said, “she must be real special for you to be seen in public with this.”
Marty smirked. “Oh she’s something.”
“That reminds me,” Jeff began before he turned around and grabbed a neon green flier. He handed it to Marty and continued, “don’t say I never helped you with anything. A buddy of mine who runs The Brew, they’re having auditions tonight for the new Friday night band slot.”
“Woah dude, that’s awesome.”
“Yeah dude,” Jeff said with a hint of sarcasm laced upon his words. “I already put in a good word about your band.”
“Wow Jeff, that’s really cool of you dude, but-” Marty hesitated. His palms began to sweat and multiple scenarios bounced through his mind.
“But, what?”
Marty chuckled nervously. “I don’t know if we’re ready,” he stuttered, then handing the flier back to Jeff. “Plus it’s kinda short notice.”
“What? Are you serious? You’ve been begging for ages asking to set you up with connections. The Brew is huge!”
“I know it’s just-” he began trying to form the words. “If we’re not ready then I don’t wanna go out there just yet. We only get one shot to prove we’re something. I want it to be perfect.”
Jeff shrugged. “Well it’s your call,” he said.
An awkward silence lingered. “I’ll run it by the guys.” Marty finally said, before he took the flier and shoved it in his pocket.
“Cool,” Jeff said and smiled. Then his brows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side, “aren’t you meant to be at school now?”
Marty shrugged. “I got time. Left home early for once.” He said nonchalantly before his gaze fixated on the wall clock behind Jeff. Suddenly, Marty froze. His heart skipped a beat. “Why does that clock say 8:30?”
“Cause it’s 8:30.”
Marty gasped, he glanced down at his wristwatch. The goddamn thing had stopped.
“Shit!”
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“Woah dude that was heavy-” Paul, one of the members of The Pinheads exclaimed.
“Totally dude!” Lee chimed in. “Marty?”
Lost in thought, Marty fixated on the Eddie Van Halen poster hung on the wall opposite him. “Huh?” Marty finally returned to the present, he nodded, “yeah it was heavy.”
“You alright man?” Bobby asked.
“He’s probably thinking about going over to Jennifer’s tonight after the party,” Paul teased, “I saw the Simple Minds tape in your bag.” He continued then paused, “unless you’re making some very questionable music choices.”
Marty chuckled. “Shut up man- and no I wasn’t thinking about Jennifer. I am now.” He said and stood up straighter, rubbing it in the guys’s face that he was the only member of The Pinheads that actually had a girlfriend.
Marty unplugged his guitar, chucking the cord away from him. He proceeded towards the large amplifier where he leaned against it. “Do you guys ever think we’re actually gonna make it?”
An awkward silence lingered, no doubt Marty had opened a gate towards a series of questions that everyone of them had wanted to repress.
“Well, yeah of course I wanna believe that we’re gonna make it someday-” Paul was the first to answer.
Marty saw the skepticism in Paul’s expression, and added, “but?”
“It’s tough man-” Bobby finished off the sentence.
“Maybe if we got an audition or something we could work towards-” Lee suggested.
Immediately, Marty’s hand patted against his back pocket where he had placed Jeff’s flier. The weight of it felt excruciating to bear. A string of thoughts formed in Marty’s mind. Deep down he knew that this was an opportunity and a risk he’d have to take, but there was a block in the road ahead of him, the fear of failure pulled him back and he wasn’t sure if he could take the rejection.
“We gotta make it big man- otherwise how am I gonna date Farrah Fawcett” Lee joked.
Paul rolled his eyes. “Even if we become rockstars you still wouldn’t be able to get Farrah Fawcett.”
“Hey, shut up man!” Lee argued back.
Marty removed his hand away from his pocket and scoffed. “Paul’s right, no way in a million years could you ever get Farrah Fawcett.”
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After the party, Marty followed Jennifer on her heels as they crossed the threshold over her house, his ears still ringing from the music that had been blasting on high volume from the speakers. The second Jennifer had informed Marty that her parents were out of town, his mind immediately jumped to the conclusion. It could only mean one thing.
He had been a train wreck almost the entire week. After all, Marty had never actually gone all the way. He had even refrained from drinking too much beer, in the fear that he would be too drunk for this moment.
Jennifer hooked her hand into Marty’s as he guided her up to her bedroom, he felt his hands sweating and he hoped Jennifer wouldn’t notice. Soon after they reached Jennifer’s bedroom, pushing the door open they both entered. Jennifer crossed her bedroom and switched on the lamp that rested on her desk, allowing a faint glow to illuminate her bedroom.
Marty had only been up in Jennifer’s room once, they had been making out before Jennifer’s mother barged in. He had jumped off the bed so fast that he had gotten a headrush. After that he was too freaked out to go back to Jennifer’s house.
Jennifer stood before him, a vision of beauty. He couldn’t imagine any girl more beautiful than she was. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Hmm- I got you the new Simple Minds tape.” He stuttered, and drew out the tape from his jacket.
Jennifer smiled, then stepped towards Marty. “You’re so sweet, Marty.” She said then took the tape from him.
Marty chuckled, running his fingers through his brunette hair. “Yeah, well-”
She fumbled with a stack of cassette tapes laid out beside the stereo, then placed a tape into the deck. Turning around she stalked slowly towards Marty, as she did the music filled the room. “I made something for tonight.”
Jennifer stood before Marty, wrapping her arms around his neck. The only thing that Marty could fixate upon were Jennifer’s plump lips, under the soft glow of the light he could just about see the sparkly baby pink layer of gloss painted across her lips, and how much he wanted to plant his lips upon hers.
“Marty,” Jennifer whispered, her hot breath caressing Marty’s skin.
Slowly, Marty closed the gap between them as he pressed his lips onto Jennifer’s, immediately Jennifer’s lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside deepening the kiss.
Marty’s hands grazed along Jennifer’s thighs then resting them on her hips pulling her closer into him. Jennifer’s grasp tightened around Marty, before she began to guide him towards her bed. They sank down onto the soft velvety mattress, as Jennifer gently pushed Marty down resting on top of him. Marty’s hands traced along Jennifer’s waist as their tongues continued to dance with each other.
Abruptly, Marty’s grip tightened around Jennifer’s waist as he rolled her away, positioning himself on top of her. Jennifer released a giggle, and Marty flashed a smile. He lowered his mouth down onto Jennifer’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Jennifer moaned into him, Marty’s fingers traced along Jennifer’s collarbone as his finger hooked around the strap of her dress, his gaze fixating upon Jennifer’s. Gently, he pushed the strap down before repeating the action with the other. Then Marty began to remove his clothing and so did Jennifer. The next few moments, they had become entwined with one another, hoping that this moment would last forever.
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At the break of dawn, Marty found Jennifer laying on his chest, his arm draped around her naked body. He shuffled in his position causing Jennifer to stir and awake soon later.
As Jennifer’s eyes opened, she fixated upon Marty’s face. She smiled sweetly, as images from the night before replayed in her mind.
“Hey,” Marty said quietly.
“Hey,” she responded.
Marty peered down at his wristwatch and then yawned.
“What time is it?” Jennifer asked.
“It’s almost seven.” He responded.
Jennifer groaned. “My parents will be home anytime soon.”
“That’s my cue then.”
Just before Marty was about to remove himself from the bed, Jennifer held onto his arm. “Last night was,” she began and then paused.
“I know.” Marty said, and smiled, before he lowered himself and planted a kiss on Jennifer’s lips.
Later on Marty found himself stalking the streets on an early Saturday morning, and somehow found himself outside of Jeff’s record store. He figured he’d roam about for a bit before heading home, after all he was in no rush to return to his family.
Pushing the doors into Jeff’s shop, he was immediately greeted by Jeff slumped behind the till. It took Jeff several moments before he had the energy to look up.
“What are you doing here so early?” Jeff asked in confusion as he reached for the styrofoam cup beside him and took a huge gulp of his coffee.
Marty shrugged. “I was already up.” He responded, then added, “why are you so tired?”
“I literally just left The Brew an hour ago,” he said, then his eyes narrowed, “you never showed up for the audition.”
“I told you it was too short notice, the band said they weren’t ready.” Marty lied.
Jeff shook his head. “Well you missed out kid. When we were having auditions last night a big shot record executive was actually there. Signed a band on the spot.” Jeff explained, then paused. “That coulda been you.” He said and looked Marty dead in the eye.
After some time had passed, Marty had walked out of Jeff’s store dragging his feet across the concrete sidewalk he paused in front of a garbage can. His hand reached into his back pocket where the flier had taken up home there, drawing it out he unfolded it. Staring at the now creased and crumpled flier he thought long and hard.
Marty sighed. Couldn’t believe he had let fear consume him into going after what he wanted. Out of anger he tore apart the flier and dumped it into the garbage can, wishing he could go back in time.
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