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baby-girl-e · 1 year

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Christmas Tree Farm

Characters - Iceman x Maverick, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Summary - Maverick and Ice have their first Christmas with Bradley after Carole’s death. Just a couple of new dads doing their best to raise a happy kid.

Word Count - 3.5k

Warnings - Canon- Character deaths; Mentions of period-typical homophobia

A/N - Sorry for the wait on this one, I started it a while ago and then life happened you know? I hope this one is happy and Christmas-y enough for you, I added a sprinkling of fluffy angst because I can’t help myself! This is also my first Kazansky-Mitchell-Bradshaw family fic so let me know what you think!

Without further ado... Christmas Tree Farm based on the song by Taylor Swift

It was the first Christmas that Maverick had Bradley since Carole died. He would’ve taken the kid to his grandparents house but for all that he tried he just couldn’t get in touch with the Bradshaws. Carole’s parents had been dead for longer than he’d known her, but he always knew that Nick’s parents were around and had spoken to them many times before he had died. The number he had for them, that he wrote down at her funeral, was right but he got their machine every time. With no call back he just had to assume they were out of town. He didn’t dare to think it was because they were ignoring him, how could they possibly not want to be with the coolest kid in the universe on Christmas?

So here Maverick was, standing in the middle of Target staring at the coats looking clueless. Bradley had outgrown his last one and Ice had insisted he needed a new one before they went to the Christmas tree farm the next day. He reminded his boyfriend that they still lived in San Diego and it didn’t get far below 50 degrees fahrenheit, especially not in the middle of the day. Ice had lovingly reminded him that not everyone was raised in the midwest and that this kid went from living in Texas to living in California and wasn’t used to the cold.

“Need some help?” A kind looking lady pushing a shopping cart with what looked to be a kid Bradley’s age next to it, noticed his confused gaze.

“Oh, um I’m fine I just have no idea what I’m doing here.” He thought he may as well be honest with the stranger.

“How old is the kid? I’ve had a few myself.”

“He’s uh six.” Wow, time flew. It felt like just yesterday Nick had handed him a tiny bundle that just blinked up at him, unknowingly looking at his future pseudo father.

“Well then he’s probably the same size as Matty here. What size did you last get him?” He internally winced at that. He didn’t check the size on the one that didn’t fit and he wasn’t the one that bought it for him, Carole was.

“I don’t know, this is my first year as his dad.” She gave him a weird look and he decided to add more to make himself not sound like a dead-beat. “His parents and I were best friends, his dad died two years ago and his mom this summer. So now he’s mine.”

She gave him a sad look and boy was he sick of those. It wasn’t her fault, what else was she supposed to do when told that story? It’s the polite thing to do.

“Oh I’m so sorry. Do you at least have your wife around to help?” He almost laughed. No, but he had an Ice. A boyfriend that stuck by his side through thick and thin and god was he so damn lucky. He didn’t have a wife, but he was better so Maverick found himself agreeing.

“Yeah I do. She’s usually better at this stuff but she’s working late.” He really had to keep the laughter at bay by referring to Ice as his wife. He couldn’t wait to tell Tom about this later.

“Well not to worry I can help. Does he look about the same size as Matty?”

“Yeah I think so. I would’ve brought him but he was just having so much fun at his friends house.” It was actually the Metcalfs but how was he supposed to say he didn’t want to stop listening to Viper explain the mechanics of an F-6? Weird kid.

“Oh I understand, I won’t shop with the kids if I can help it. He’s usually a size 5-6, a little tip is that they’re sized with the same number as the ages so if they’re average sized then you should be safe. For coats however I always go a size up so that it at least lasts for two seasons. Shoes are kinda similar, but you don’t want to go too big or he’ll trip.”

Really he should’ve been writing this down, but he’s a pilot for god sake he can remember stuff.

“Oh thank you. I’ll have to remember this for when we need to get him new shoes. I don’t think he will for a while.”

“Of course, we parents have to stick together. Maybe bring your wife next time so it’s less painless!” He’s one hundred percent sure his ‘wife’ would have wanted to be here today but the Navy didn’t give time off for clothes shopping for the kid you and your secret boyfriend share. Maverick was only here because he wasn’t yet trusted to do the paperwork side of TOP GUN.

“She’ll be here next time I’m sure. I’m not usually allowed to even do the grocery shopping let alone this. I don’t know why she puts up with me.” He laughed as he said it but it was true. He didn’t feel like he deserved him at times.

“I’m sure love has something to do with it. Good luck!” And with that the nice stranger left him in the coat aisle gaping.

Eventually he picks what he thinks might work, a hat and gloves that match, and heads back to their little house. When he gets home he calls Ice to check in and also to see if he’ll pick Bradley up from the Metcalf’s.

“Kazansky speaking.” Maverick had to stop himself from giggling at his deep voice, it never failed to make him swoon.

“Hey babe, how’s work?” Pete could hear a sigh of relief over the phone, probably because he’d been expecting it to be a work call.

“It’s killing me baby. Just a few more minutes and I’ll be home free.” The way Tom had drawled through baby was making him sweat.

“I’ll have dinner ready when you get home if you want to swing by the Metcalfs on your way and grab baby goose?” Viper and his wife had long since found out about their relationship, Pete accidentally using babe in the workplace, but they never bat an eye. After Pete’s inevitable breakdown his fathers former best friend reassured the couple that their secret is safe with him and if they’re comfortable they could come to Sunday dinners with his wife and really be a real couple. Small mercies.

“Why in god's name is he at the Metcalfs without you?”

“Because I had to grab something from Carrie after work and Bradley wanted to come. Mike was telling him about some F-6 and it was like pulling teeth getting him to leave. They offered to keep him until you got off so I said yes. I’m telling you Tom our son is so weird.”

Our son slipped out of his mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was, Pete quite liked the little family he had made for himself.

“Well that’s because he’s been spending too much time with you. I say we switch places and see which dad he takes after.” It seemed Tom thought it was natural too. Pete didn’t want to erase the kids memory of his real dad, but he also didn’t want him to grow up without one like he did.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you? Just go get him and get your ass home so I can finally kiss you. I’ve been dying to since you thought it’d be fun to chew on that stupid pen.” The worst part about working with your secret boyfriend was for sure the whole keeping your hands to yourself part.

“That got you going huh? Maybe I’ll keep it up.” He could practically hear the smirk. Oh god.

“Not unless you want to be slapped with a DD. Good god I’m hanging up, Love you.”

“Love you too.” Tom was laughing through his words but then the line went dead. Pete couldn’t help but laugh too. God he loved that man.

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About an hour later Pete could hear both keys jingling in the lock and a small six year old voice chattering on about some plane. He was still in the kitchen when the door opened and heard Tom remind Bradley to take off his wet shoes before he came flying in to say hi to him.

“Pete! Hi!” The little boy was jumping up and down practically begging to be held.

“Baby goose I just saw you a few hours ago, you can’t have possibly missed me already!” He was hugging Bradley tight as Tom came in and pressed a small peck to Pete’s lips.

“I don’t care I missed you!” He was wiggling to get down already and Pete obliged. He called out to the boy to go wash up so they could eat and he heard something that sounded like “okay'' before he disappeared to his room.

Pete shook his head at Tom before striding over to where he was drying his hands. He immediately took his face in his hands and kissed him. Resisting Pete was futile and Tom kissed him back with an urgency he was still getting used to.

They made a point to not kiss in front of the kid, no more than a small peck, but with him distracted they took advantage of the moment. As they pulled back they mumbled greetings before Pete retreated back to putting dinner onto three plates.

“Glad you’re home Tom. I missed you.” Tom blushed and set two out of the three plates on the table.

“And you gave Bradley a hard time for missing you? You’re impossible Pete.”

He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t help it.”

Once they get Bradley downstairs and eating Pete starts to notice Bradley seemed like something’s on his mind. Just picking at his food and being abnormally quiet. Tom picks up on it too because he gives Pete a look before addressing the kid.

“Everything okay baby goose?” They were already worried about raising him, so anytime something went wrong they were both panicked.

“Yeah, can I tell you guys something?” He looked up to them with wary eyes and Pete felt his insides freeze.

“Anything Bradley you know that.” Tom reassured him.

“Well, this morning in class my friends were talking about their dad’s and I don’t know, I just wish I could talk about mine.” They looked at the kid concerned, they knew they’d have to talk about this eventually but Pete wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

“Well you know you have a dad, he’s just not here.” The kid looks sad still and Pete looks to Tom for some assistance. Tom’s at just as much of a loss.

“I know, but I don’t know how to tell the other kids that. Would it be okay… Maybe…” He didn’t seem to be able to get out the words. Tom stepped in.

“It’s okay kiddo, take your time.” Neither had been prepared for parenthood, least of all Tom. He had resigned himself to a life without kid’s a long time ago.

“Do you think it’d be okay if I called you guys dad?”

Tom looked to Pete, like he did in most situations, and Pete looked pale. He never wanted to replace Nick, but Bradley really did deserve to have a dad.

“Oh baby goose, of course that’s okay. But you remember what we talked about with Tom right? That people can’t know we love each other like your parents did.” Bradley nods enthusiastically.

“I remember. But I can still call you dad?” Bradley looked so hopeful but not quite so sure of himself. Like he didn’t know that these men would give him their kidney if he asked.

“Absolutely Bradley. Just as long as you don’t tell people you have two dads, at least for now that’s okay. Tom?” Pete wanted to be sure that he was also okay with it, it’s not like Tom had planned on kids so early into a relationship.

“It’s okay with me buddy. I’m honored that you see me that way. Now go clean up and we’ll watch a Christmas movie?”

He nods again and runs up the stairs leaving his dad’s flabbergasted but deliriously happy in the kitchen. They were a real little family and damnit if they weren’t both over the moon about it.

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The next day comes quickly, especially when they’re woken up by a little boy jumping on their bed.

“Dad! Dad! We’re getting a Christmas tree today right?” It seemed Bradley wanted to start calling them dad asap. It might get confusing really fast if he doesn’t find another term to call one of them.

“We are buddy, but we have to be patient and get decorations for it first. Your dad and I only have a few things.” He tried on the name himself and Pete was rewarded with a glowing Tom even this early in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll go get ready then. But you need to hurry, not wasting time kissing. Yuck.” He makes a face and collapses into giggles when Tom does exactly what Bradley had requested they not do.

It takes them record time getting Bradley out the door that day, normally having to stop for about a million things but it seems like the kid moved like lightning when he had something to look forward to. He did look cute all bundled up in his new coat, even if he’d have to take it off the minute he got into the car and into his carseat.

They went straight to Walmart to find ornaments and lights and were delighted to walk right into them when they walked in the door. Bradley picked out a set of shiny red ones and even found an F-14 one. Perks of living right near a Navy base.

“Dad! Look, it's the one you fly right?” He had made the mistake of grabbing an F-15 Eagle before and received a long lesson on who had better planes, the Navy or the Air Force.

“That’s right Bradley, put it in the cart.” He did so and scampered off. Pete leaned in close to Tom to whisper to him after.

“I hope he finds another name for one of us. We can’t both be dad, I’m already confused as to who the hell he was just talking to.” Tom laughs and nudges Pete along the aisle.

“I’m sure he will. I wouldn’t mind being called Pops. I’m sure you two can find a joke in there somewhere.” He smiled and winked at Pete before turning towards the ornaments, not missing Pete’s lit up face.

“I love this so much more already. Ice-Pops. That’s amazing.” Tom was laughing too but slowed when he stumbled upon a first christmas ornament. It was pretty generic looking, a tree with a banner below that stated “Our First Family Christmas 1988”.

“What about this one Pete? I know it’s not our first Christmas but it is as a family.” Pete takes it from his boyfriend to examine it.

“It’s perfect Tom. I love it. Should we get one to commemorate our first christmas?” He turned to find another generic one and saw the perfect one. A red heart decorated with snow and candy canes, a similar banner but this one stated “Our First Christmas”.

“I could write 1986 on the back? What do you think? Too obvious?” Tom examined it much like Pete had before placing it in the cart.

“Anyone who doesn’t know about us will not be invited into the house during Christmas time I assure you.” Tom sounded so sure of himself that Pete left it there. They rarely had guests anyways.

Eventually they get Bradley to decide on a star and the rest of the trimmings before Tom tells Pete to go out to the car with Bradley while he purchases the items. They wanted to get to the Christmas tree farm within a reasonable timeframe to maybe try and beat the crowds. They both so desperately wanted this to seem as normal as possible and with lots of people around they’d have to go back to pretending to just be wingmen and not lovers.

As Tom pulled into the lot Bradley was screeching his excitement. “Dad!! Look there it is!!”

“Which dad are you talking to kiddo?” They just needed some clarification already.

“Both of you now, but I think I’m going to call Ice pops. You know, like the Ice cream?” He was giggling and Tom had a smug look on his face. It seems like great minds think alike.

“I love it, baby goose. Let’s go choose our tree shall we?” Bradley was back to screeching and Pete couldn’t unbuckle him fast enough.

The kid ran into the farm with his dad’s in tow, Tom by the hand, and ran right to the tallest one he could find.

“This one Pops! This one.” He was jumping now, pointing as he went.

“Kiddo that won’t fit in our living room, let’s look for a shorter one, yeah?” He re;ented fairly easily for his age and was quickly bounding over to the next one.

He searched every row, multiple times too, looking for that perfect tree. Pete and Tom just looked on, hoping he’d settle on a decently sized and priced one soon. Eventually he did and it was Tom’s turn to get the attendant to wrap it up for them.

Sooner rather than later it was strapped to the car and they were on their way home. Once they got there Tom started up on making soup to warm the chilly boy and Pete figured out how to get it set up and looking nice.

Looking into the living room Tom couldn’t help but tear up. He really never thought that anything like this could ever happen to him, least of all with Pete. When he saw Pete’s plane fall into that flat spin back in 1986 he really thought that was it. That he’d never get the chance to tell Pete how he felt. And moreover, after learning of Nick Bradshaw’s passing he thought Pete would never be the same.

Later, when Pete had admitted his feelings for him and all seemed right he still had a hard time believing it. Just when he had thought that maybe, just maybe they’d be okay, Carole Bradshaw had followed her husband. This was it, he thought. Pete is going to raise Bradley and Tom was going to become just a past fling, it wasn’t like he was going to have time for a relationship and a kid. But here he was. Watching the love of his life wrap lights around a Christmas tree with a child that calls him ‘Pops’.

Later after the kid was in bed, tree decorated and Christmas movies watched, he and Pete sat on the couch basking in each other's arms and the glow of the fire.

“Hey Tom?” Pete was quiet, not because he needed to be but because he didn’t want to disturb the peace they had found.

“Yeah baby?” Tom was drawing idle patterns on Pete’s arm, also not wanting to disturb the peace.

“I love you.” It was so simple, but Tom really wasn’t sure he would ever get used to it.

“I love you too. You know I bought something after you two went out to the car.” It was random but it was in a small bag a couple inches away from him and he couldn’t help himself.

“Oh yeah?” Pete turned slightly towards his partner and raised him a curious brow.

Tom pulled the bag towards where they sat and pulled out a small sprig of mistletoe. Pete blushed and shook his head in laughter.

“Babe, you know you don’t need that to get a kiss right?” He was already inching impossibly closer to Tom, hoping he knew where this was going.

“I know, I just would like something to remind you. Maybe we can keep it up year round.” He was teasing Pete but it seemed he was growing impatient. He grabbed the plant from Tom and held it above their heads before pulling him into a hard kiss. Tom was kissing back in record time and they sank into it.

Kissing wasn’t a new concept to them, obviously, but every time they did it never failed to make Tom’s heart flutter. Pete pulled away and set his arm down around Tom.

They breathed heavily into each other's mouths and Tom broke into a smile. Pete was smiling too by the end and then they were laughing. This was comfortable, this was love.

“Merry Christmas baby.” Pete had caught his breath enough to squeak the words out.

“Merry Christmas Pete.” he hoped and prayed this was the standard for the rest of his Christmases. He finally had everything he ever wanted, a family.

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 10 months

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I hope I’m not asking anything too personal or over the line, but I’m just getting into the d/s life and don’t even know where to start, how did you find your dom? How did you get into this lifestyle?

Nothing is too personal, babe. I'm literally using Tumblr as my journal right now for this journey I'm on. If there is a question that I prefer not to answer, I'll say that. Now, that being said, my DMs are always open and my responses will be more tailored to what you want to know if we talk directly but if you're not comfortable I understand.

This got away from me so putting a read more.

I have only been actively looking for a Dom on fet for about 2 months. So, I'm not an expert by any means and I can only speak for myself.

My main advice can be broken into two parts:

1. Do your research so you know what you want (obviously you haven't tried everything but I'm not talking about individual kinks here, I'm talking overall) For me, I wanted a Dom with experience that was willing to be patient and go slow with me since I am very inexperienced. I wanted someone who was okay with waiting to fuck me because I wanted to get to know them/be comfortable first. I wanted someone who would include my wife in everything and make her feel welcome and wanted/respect our marriage.

(Obviously, there is implied stuff, like must not be a predator, must be clean, would prefer if he were taller than me, can't be a trump supporter etc etc. I live in the midwest, that last one is important lmao)

2. Do not compromise

When I first joined Fet I was overwhelmed with messages. As someone who has not been outwardly sexual until now it felt wonderful to have so much attention and there was a thrill in telling total strangers that you wanted someone to grab you by the hair and face fuck you. So fun and dirty, right? I quickly realized, do not respond to every message. Be picky. Be selective. If there isn't a vibe or you aren't excited to talk to someone YOU DONT HAVE TO. They can go get their rocks off somewhere else.

A cute guy messaged me last night. Said he had Dom experience but wanted to disclose he was married, no big deal so am I, buuuuuut she doesn't know he's on Fet. Sorry, pal. Next.

One guy said he was a Dom but his biggest fantasy was being tied up and used by two women. Uh...I don't...are you lying about one of these things? Also I don't want to do that for you. Next.

I have had someone ask me to piss on them while wearing stilettos. No thank you, please read my bio, I'm a sub. Next.

One guy started off great but quickly didn't respect my boundaries in the messages and scared me so badly I sobbed to my wife because it made me feel like I had done something wrong, or I deserved his words because I was a slutty submissive who doesn't know whats good for her and wants to be used--I essentially slut shamed myself. I blocked him, he made a second account....I deactivated my page for 3 days after that. But I calmed down and came back because like hell was that nobody going to ruin this for me.

This ask has gone on way too long but we have gone on some really shitty meet and greet coffee dates. Brush them off and move on. No harm, no foul. There are already four more lined up behind them, babe.

The guy who is currently UC as my dominant kinda fell in my lap. It is a very serendipitous story if yall wanna know sometime.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

#katryns sub adventures #i love all you babes and im making these posts for me but also for you because I know how badly i want to talk about it and share knowledge #and experiences so I can not be the only one #my ask and Dms are open loves

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washoepine · 8 months

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I’ve been watching What’s New Scooby Doo lately and I have some thoughts.

Fred Jones truly is one of the most autistic coded characters in this franchise.

His ongoing joke in this series is that he can bench 220, and this always comes up unprompted. He’s also working on benching 221 and good for him.

Fred Jones is a big professional wrestling fan and apparently keeps his mat wrestling gear on him JUST IN CASE he’s at a show and the company needs a fast and sudden substitute wrestler (this was a plot point in an episode I’m not joking)

Fred is the one who does most of not all of the driving because he’s the one that owns the Mystery Machine.

This doesn’t mean Fred is a good driver. In one episode he drove over a decaying, wood bridge that started to crumble as they went over it. Once on the other side he just goes “Can I drive or what? :D” as everyone else had years shaved off their life.

There was a pilot who let Fred in the cockpit to see the controls and he immediately caused the plane to make a nosedive. Daphne and Velma both buckled up as soon as the offer was made.

I legitimately don’t understand how the crew for Velma looked at Fred Jones and went “this is an asshole man-child” when he’s literally just a guy.

No really, how do you look at this man and go “yeah he’s a raging douchebag”? babe there are no thoughts happening.

The show completely ignores that Cairo is a city that is literally right next the the Pyramids of Giza and went with a desolate village for the sake of story telling

Two episodes previous they fully acknowledge that there are several cities on the continent of Africa (they never state what country they’re in and just keep saying Africa as if it’s not the second largest continent)

Shaggy’s character completely changes when he’s playing mini golf and I think that’s just really funny.

This show is aggressively 2002 and happy for her on that.

They rely on tropes and stereotypes for certain locations way too much and that concerns me even for a show that’s 20 years old. (They definitely went there with Mexico and New Mexico)

Speaking of the Mexico episode, why a worm????? Why is there a cult for it?????

I haven’t watched this episode yet, but apparently the gang is at a haunted lighthouse in the Midwest and I already know they’re not going to be on the Great Lakes. EDIT: THEY’RE IN WISCONSIN

The entire gang has to be super well off because they travel internationally A LOT. I want to know what the budget for travel is alone.

I feel like they break a lot of laws when they go solve a mystery.

There’s probably also a lot of OSHA violations.

So far every villain has been a white person and good for her on that.

There’s a lot less real estate crime as the motives for the monsters. One person wasn’t done with their research and decided that instead of owning up they would fabricate a whole ass alien hatching from an egg instead. Iconic.

There were also two guys who dressed up as ghosts to make more money on their haunted tour rides.

Every time someone tries the change the structure of the group, things go wrong almost immediately. Truly the case study of “if it isn’t broke don’t fix it.”

So far in the series they’ve had two IRL bands which is Simple Plan and KISS.

I legitimately forgot how much of Simple Plan’s discography this show has. How much money did WB drop on this show???

I’m still on season 2, but it feels like they have to have a racing episode at least once every season.

The second racing episode played Hot by Smash Mouth and I recognized that song as soon as it started up. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

Overall a fun show. Just gotta look past “Aggressively 2002” and some interesting decisions in writing.

There’s uhhh more but god there’s a lot to unpack.

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hopeshoodie · 2 years

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What would the lis favourite activity or ride be at the amusement park?

Arjun: Tilt-A-Whirl. He gets nauseous on bigger rides and gets headaches from wooden rollercoasters, which is a bummer because he wants to like carnival rides and will go on them if MC or Elijah wants to for the sake of having fun with them. But Tilt-A-Whirl is just easy enough where he has fun on the ride whilst not getting overwhelmed. Plus he loves throwing himself against his partner and trying (and failing) to control the cart.

Bobby: Swing ride. Don’t get me wrong, he loves playing games with his partner and rides they can do together, but I think this is the one ride he always makes time to go on. He likes the simplicity of it, the feeling of flying, softly kicking his feet. If MC/Noah is in the seat in front of him he’ll try to be silly by kicking the back of their seat, but honestly he has more fun if they’re behind him so he doesn’t get distracted from actually enjoying the ride.

Carl: Food. He’s here for the food trucks. He especially likes to seek out weird things that aren’t served in restaurants, not just the ‘deep fried X on a stick’ but also the more niche stands with food from another culture (I don’t know if this is universal but at our state fairs/carnivals people who like to cook will rent stands and you can just. Have a plate of some Persian grandmother’s food, or have the most mindblowingly amazing curry you've ever tasted from a stall with zero marketing that serves it in a styrofoam bowl)

Elijah: The High Striker/Strength Tester game. He just wants to show off to his partner and win them a cheesy cheap stuffed toy.

Felix: Laser tag. He gets super excited to play and SUPER competitive. Actually cares about the leaderboard, and it’s one of the few times you see him focus and strategize.

Gary: Drinking. I think carnivals are probably a little overwhelming for him. He likes playing some of the games, but if it’s a big sprawling one with lots of activities he doesn’t want to pick activities or plan anything. I think his favorite part is just getting a cold beer and wandering around, looking at all the things.

Hannah: For some reason I just get the vibe that she’s super interested in those games where you win a goldfish. I think she always gets excited when she sees it and commits herself to winning one. Once she does, she decides this is her new best friend and she’s going to take such good care of it, but they never survive more than a couple of weeks.

Henrik: Teacups. He’s going to convince you to ride, then use all his arm strength to spin you both as fast as humanly possible. When you get off he says ‘whoa I’m dizzy’ every time, but then later will ask you to go on again.

Rahim: Ferris wheel. He likes that it’s slower, and also a little more private (because it’s just him and his partner in the compartment/bench, so it's a nice break from the crowds). He also really enjoys seeing the whole carnival from a height and looking out at the scenery. Plus he can’t resist a romantic kiss at the top.

Jakub: I don’t know if this is universal, but in the midwest we have demo derbies. It’s when people take old crappy cars, fix them up, paint them flashy colors/designs, then literally run them into other cars in a stadium until they won’t drive anymore. The car that keeps moving last wins. It’s loud, competitive, suspenseful, and campy (kind of like wrestling, the drivers/car teams are assigned a performative personality). Plus sometimes the cars explode/catch on fire, and that’s fun to watch.

Kassam: Roller coasters. I feel like Kassam’s the type to go to theme parks at least four or five times a year, and he really likes the fast, new ones. I think his favorite type is the Impulse Roller Coaster which goes insanely fast and insanely high in a short period of time, but he also likes the tower of terror style drop coasters. Anything where you get that sinking stomach feeling. If you go to a theme park/carnival, he’ll plot out all the roller coasters and make a plan to go on all of them throughout the day.

Lottie: Fortune teller, obvious reasons. She’ll walk away either way too somber/serious or scoffing like ‘that lady/dude was absolutely full of it’.

Lucas: Bumper cars. It’s one of the few times Lucas really lets loose and allows himself to be unpolished. But the genuine joy of him trying to chase MC’s cart down, or raucously laughing when he gets hit, or the cheeky grin when he narrowly evades someone, or stumbling out of his cart with the rare messy hair and dazed smile… It’s so cute. And he has a lot of fun. He won’t ask to go on the bumper cars initially, but will always ask to go again once you’ve done it.

Marisol: People watching. I think her favorite part of the outing is when you get a snack/beverage, find a bench in the shade, and just take it all in. She giggles and points out people doing silly things, or just makes up little narratives about the relationships of couples/families she sees. She likes getting a vibe for the general type of people who attend the event they’re specifically at, and making generalizations about why that is/how the carnival could attract other people.

Noah: I think he really like the slow boring rides that most people dislike. Like the ones that run around a little track and have a story- think Disney’s Carosel of Progress or It’s a Small World. He just finds them charming and once he finds one he likes will want to make it a routine to visit. Also wait now I’m fantasizing about going to Epcot with Noah, I think that’d be so fucking fun. Like hanging out in all the countries, getting different drinks and food, acknowledging how cheesy it is but genuinely enjoying it all the same.

#final queue #litg

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bluedishsoap · 9 months

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toby nat and jeff (the saga)

i keep lamenting about nobody knowing about my creepypasta interps but i realized i could amend that by just Talking about them. so today i’m going to tell you guys the saga of toby, jeff, and nat (or at least a brief overview of it). would love suggestions for a name i can use to refer to this part of my cpp universe/this trio.. if i find a catchy enough name i will go back and tag all posts about them with it

during the events described in this post jeff and toby use he/him and nat uses she/they but still considers herself a chick (after the events of this saga they end up coming out as genderfluid and switch to using all pronouns)

heed the content warnings in the tags!

it all starts when jeff, who’s fresh out of highschool, meets natalie after getting a black eye in the mosh pit of a local punk show. nat pulls them out of the pit and has an ice pack on her for this exact situation, and soon they exchange contact information and become friends. nat lives by herself and jeff doesn’t, so he ends up coming over a lot. they dye each others hair and listen to crass and discharge, amongst other bands.

a year later jeff’s starting college, and in my canon he gets horrifically hazed freshman year (they cut gashes into his cheeks, that’s how he gets his signature smile). he ends up killing the perpetrators around a month after the fact. this makes him a wanted criminal, and so he decides he’s gonna gather his shit in a backpack and leave the state. he goes to nat, who is working a shift at this dingy slushie shop when he approaches her, and says “hey. i’m leaving town. i’m giving you until the end of this week to decide whether you want to come with me.”

nat chooses to tag along, and they make it all the way from maine to illinois (you might wanna look at a map of the US if you’re not from here, but basically from the northeast to the midwest) before they run into toby. toby's originally from vermont, but he's been on the road since he turned 17 because he doesn't really have a home to return to; his mom thinks he's fucking dead and so does the government. he's also trying to escape the slenderman's influence because he isn't really up for doing its bidding. (he actually does manage to escape the range of its control, but because he keeps hallucinating it when its not actually there, he doesn’t realize this.)

but yeah. toby runs into nat and jeff and they end up hitting it off to the point where toby starts tagging along on their saga. others have tagged along before and will continue to come and go, but toby nat and jeff stay a trio for 4 years. sometimes people who get in their way end up dying, but they try to make this a rare occurrence so pigs aren’t onto them.

now some of you might be inclined to think this time was as blissful as can be (and of course they did find their own form of joy within their ever-changing circumstances) but all three of them were all suffering from the psychological aftermath of a lifetime of trauma, and a complete lack of mental health support. (which is not fun when all three of them suffer from some form of psychosis). they also find themselves addicted to a large array of substances, the most notable one being heroin. (toby specifically also struggles really bad with alcohol) they each have mental health crises that sometimes come to life-or-death, but even while hurting each other and themselves they stick together. it’s not healthy in the slightest, but it’s the best arrangement they can manage for a good few years.

it all comes to a head when they’re all on a mix of different things, which by itself isn’t an uncommon experience, and neither is the yelling, the rising tension. here’s where i’m gonna have to give a brief rundown of events, because it would take me so long to fully articulate what each person was experiencing in this moment. jeff is going through a really bad psychotic episode and nat only escalates it (she’s usually better at handling this situation, but so much of it is out of her control, out of everyone’s) and it really seems as if she’s mocking jeff’s hazing, as if she’s taunting him for what he’s been through. jeff ends up cutting the same smile into nat’s face, and the rest is a blur for all of them. the morning after, nat wakes up with makeshift duct-tape-steri-strips sealing the wounds on her face, all applied by toby. the three of them are equally mortified at the events that transpired the night before. it is the first time it has really set in that what they have together isn’t sustainable. and for the first time since they all started traveling together nat feels unsafe and scared, the trust she used to have with jeff completely fractured after what happened. she can’t keep staying with him anymore, even if she still considers him their very best friend.

so she leaves, and toby goes with her.

#hazing #murder #substance use #addiction #drug addiction #psychotic episode #that escalates to violence #but not in a 'psychosis is evil' way because it's not and if u try to perpetuate that shit ill block u so fast!!!#sui ment #wound description #<--- content warnings #sudz and dudz #jeff the killer #creepypasta #natalie ouellette #toby rogers #ticci toby #long post #toby nat jeff

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Helnik + skinny dipping even though it's much too cold

Modern AU is a good time. PGish despite the prompt + also on ao3.

In hindsight, the phrases “beachside motel” and “October” probably shouldn’t go together in the Midwest, but the combination had been cheap and Nina needed to get out of the city for a weekend and…

Fine, she’s now completely aware why people don’t come up here voluntarily after Labor Day. She may even learn something from this adventure. Maybe.

Like most of her other flawless ideas, this one had been intended as a group outing, but there had been scheduling conflicts and then in turn a reminder that while her friend group is a pretty solid sextet they are also three separate…

“Couples” is also a big word, Nina thinks, considering only one pair out of three is currently functional. At least Jesper and Wylan have their shit together as much as either of them ever will – at least they’ve dealt with all the emotional stuff to a point where Nina’s speculating on how soon the taxes-and-hospital-visitation-rights courthouse wedding will happen. Kaz and Inej will probably stay passive-aggressive and mutual pining until they’re forty, and even that feels like an early guess. As for her own situation…

Everyone else noped out of the idea, but Matthias was willing. Matthias, who grew up somewhere even colder and theoretically knows better. Matthias, who Nina hasn’t quite managed to climb yet.

There is, it becomes apparent, nothing else to do for the weekend. Tourist season ended a bit ago, and they are… not the only guests at the motel, this is not quite the start of a horror movie, but at least the only guests who had to travel more than an hour to get here. Outdoor recreation is questionable; indoor seems limited to a couple dive bars, and Nina has standards, and-

“I have an idea,” she says, sprawled on what she is pretty sure is not a king-sized bed like the reservation site said it would be.

Matthias, currently staring out the window at a parking-lot raccoon battle royale, doesn’t even turn for eye contact. “Going home early?”

“God no, we are not giving up on this trip,” Nina mutters, even though she’s thinking about it. “More like… how do you feel about public nudity?”

That’s enough to make him look at her, and apparently also enough to make him blush. This is why she hasn’t actually tackled him yet, she thinks, this is why she may never get what she wants, this is why-

“That’s a frighteningly open-ended question coming from you.”

“Well. We are near a beach. And we are, I’m starting to suspect, the only people theoretically staying the night here who haven’t wandered across the street to the Possum Lounge. And I was thinking…”

“You want to freeze off a limb?”

“It’s early October, dumbass. Don’t people do polar-bear plunges? Is that actually a thing in real life or-“

“It’s a thing.” He’s almost smiling, always a good sign when she’s trying to talk him into something. “Got forced to do it with the hockey team once. Once was enough.”

“And those are in, like, winter. This is still fall and-“

“And you really want to strip and run into the water and there is no way I can actually talk you out of it,” he finishes. Damn. Those occasional moments of perceptiveness are a fun break from the himbo default, no offense, Nina adores all baselines and-

“Exactly. And I would have more fun if you do it too, and I promise I won’t stare at your dick.”

Something in that statement must’ve come out unconvincing, and she can’t quite place the look in his eyes but it damn sure isn’t trusting and-

“Alright.” Resignation, more than anything else she could try to pin down. Still counts for enough.

They find their way outside in near-silence, no formality beyond making sure room keys are in jacket pockets. It’s cool but not cold, and again Nina wants to point out that some people run marathons in this kind of weather (and some people have really questionable priorities), and-

“Can I say I expected something even wilder from you?”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment or-“

“You’re always so…”

With anyone else, she’d be able to finish that sentence. Too Much, and all its variations, too loud and too vibrant and too impulsive and… she’s noticed how far she’s dragged Matthias out of his comfort zone over the few years they’ve known each other, but he hasn’t seemed to mind. Perfectly willing participant in her schemes at the moments it’s mattered, perfectly-

“Maybe I want a little quiet too,” she murmurs. “Can’t be all the things all the time.”

She decides that’s enough explanation and starts stripping, her clothes piled on top of the towel she grabbed because she did at least think some of this through, facing away from her counterpart because she’s trying to make this less awkward and god it’s completely awkward and-

She turns her head at the right moment to catch him looking at her with pure adoration, and something in her heart just breaks. Sweet boy isn’t going to know what hit him when she-

“Are we doing this?”

Nina closes her eyes and runs forward, laughing despite how damn cold the water is – and yes, this was objectively not one of her better ideas – stopping when she’s in up to her waist and opening her eyes to see him right there next to her, overwhelmed and in awe and-

“Can I kiss you?” She normally wouldn’t ask, but-

He nods, and she tries to jump into his arms and kinda misses and next thing she knows she’s much more in the water than she wants to be and so is he and it’s just… the sweetest thing that’s happened to her in a long time, the kind of thing that makes her think maybe she’s just a little bit of a romantic, and-

She’s not sure who kisses who, but it’s soft and hesitant and unlike her and even better for it. A start of something, this ridiculous romcom moment, and maybe-

“That okay?” she asks when they break, still clinging, still-

“Do that again when we’re not…”

“Yes. Please.”

#helnik #ebf writes fic #queue

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Oh my gosh!!!!!! I didn’t know you had personal beef with chocorooms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 that’s amazing tho. I think the bamboo ones would be good too (*), and the chocorooms satisfy an old ‘I want to eat the mushrooms from Star Fox Adventures’ urge, lol, but I think the hello pandas are my favorite of the two. But I do like them both better then pocky. Pocky chocolate is too dark for me, I am a milk chocolate only kinda boi, or like…. Light dark chocolate, lol.

Hmmmm, random headcanons time:

I think Desmond would like Reese’s best maybe. But I think he would like most sweets, cause that was probably something he didn’t get a lot of as a kid. Very much so one of those thing he splurges on and tries everything new he sees.

And Altaïr would like… Snickers Bars, but I think he would be weird and put salt on them to be edgy. (I mean it’s probably good but he looks like a dummy, and Malik doesn’t let him live it down.) or like, salted caramel chocolate bars.

And Ezio would like… chocolate covered strawberries (or maybe those Brookside chocolate covered Açaí & Blueberry’s)

And Conner would like… for some reason I think he would those Big Reese’s with the pretzels in them…(Ok wait…. Wait, so like, your Project Eurydice Conner, bb Conner with one… maybe this is what I was thinking of the whole time, it’s probably way too big for him cause like they only come in king size, and those suckers are huge even for me!) But I also think maybe just a plain chocolate bar, but like fancy chocolate. Like, not just a plain old Hershey’s you know?

(*this got too long to put in the middle of that paragraph, oof:

I live in the Midwest of the US, so it’s hard to get anything here, all Japanese candies and snacks are usually in specialty stores that are expensive or like you have to order them, the chocorooms are available in most places tho so thats what I got🤪 even like… manga and stuff is only just catching up to the popularity it’s received in the rest of the country these last couple years, which is nice cause I’ve read manga since I was a teen, but like it should have been way sooner. I feel like I’m all over the place, but have you read any of the AC manga or comics?? I see them when I go to B&N now and I’m slightly tempted to pick up a volume but I’m not sure… also like, I am running low on book space lmao.) I shrunk these notes so hopefully it doesn’t make the ask too long, sorry if it’s weird lol.

(I wrote this ask… for SO long…. snacks are a serious subject. How did my chocolate ask get so long🙃)

AC Chocolate Headcanons!

I agree that Desmond would like most sweets and would be open to eating any and every sweet he sees. Honestly, I see Desmond preferring something with a burst of flavor and texture like Reese, like you said. I also like to think he likes packs with a variety of flavors like Skittles or Nerds (the duo pack or the rainbow ones)

Altaïr feels like someone who prefers something less sweet and more... not dark, just less sweet? Like Dairy Milk Salted Caramel maybe? Or something like Kitkat or Mars or Snickers. Something that is less chocolate and more chocolate-coated wafer.

Ezio would enjoy giving people those chocolates that has booze in them, just for fun. He'll try any chocolate and he says he doesn't have a favorite but his favorite would be something he can share with people like Toblerone or Pocky because he grew up with siblings and it's better to share snacks than try to eat everything before they get it. (He definitely tries to make people do the Pocky game with him because he thinks it'll be fun and he likes seeing people's reactions)

Connor's favorite chocolate is the chocolate cupcake his mom makes sometimes. When they want to be fancy, they put a small pretzel on the icing with crushed pretzels too. In general, I can see him liking chocolate with nuts in it?

============ AC Manga/Comics ============

I actually only have one AC comics at the moment. With all the AC merchs available, I had to prioritize because... money is finite. Anyway, I prioritized on any and all artbooks + cheap 2nd hand guides for the Desmond Saga 'cause I like artbooks.

BUT I do have the Reflections comics and I think it's nice. There are different versions, but this one (Amazon link) have all four volumes. It's like a mini-story with each volume focus on a different ancestor:

Ezio's volume is about how he knew the model for Mona Lisa

Altaïr's volume is how Darim assassinated Genghis Khan together with the Mongolian Brotherhood

Connor's volume is about his daughter who is so precious

and Edward's volume is about his ship getting boarded while he was underwater

Personally, I think it's worth it if you like any of the ancestors.

I personally like Connor's volume because, again, his daughter is adorable af and she can connect to her eagle like the protagonists of Layla's Trilogy.

I do love Altaïr's volume because I'm a sucker for the Ibn-La'Ahad boys and look at how cool Darim is:

The manga I only know of is mainly the Shao Jun mangas? I don't have that though so I can't know how canonically it is. The other comics usually focus on non-AC game protagonist characters and I can't say anything about them because I haven't read them. One of them does include how Juno dies though XD

============ Personal Choco Preferences ============

It's not a personal beef. I like chocorooms too. I just believe in chocoboos/chocoshoots supremacy. XD

Oh yes. Hello Pandas are the best. The way you bite into it and all the flavor just bursts into your mouth. That's waaayyy better. (disclaimer: I do prefer milk or strawberry flavor)

I prefer strawberry pocky XD. To be fair, I like strawberries in general so I tend to pick strawberry flavored snacks when they're available.

#ask and answer #snacks are serious subject!#also AC merchs are serious subject because not all AC merchs are good #(stares at the AC cookbook I bought)#yeah #assassin's creed #headcanon: assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #edward kenway

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stareyeddistinguishment · 2 years

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Aaron’s family had always been better off than most families in Windom. Aaron’s family had a cabin on Fox Lake, his backyard had a swing set and a trampoline, and when he turned sixteen, his parents gave him a pickup truck. And yet, for all his better fortune, Aaron had always been a decent guy. He’d been one of Adam’s good friends since grade school. Aaron, Adam, and Jason, Adam’s best friend, had been inseparable since Adam moved to Windom at the start of first grade.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and Aaron had swung by the hardware store to hang out with Adam and Jason while they worked. Tuesday was a slow day, customer-wise – especially during late July. School wasn’t starting for another week, so Adam was still working full time hours. Together with Jason, Adam was stocking the snack aisle. (In addition to the staples like nails and bolts, power tools, and lawn care supplies, the hardware store also carried a very limited stock of nonperishable foods. Stuff like canned goods, boxed pasta, and cereal.)

Adam was unpacking a case of Hunt’s stewed tomatoes while Jason was pulling all the cans on the shelf forward to make space for the newer stock. The boys sat on the tiled floor before the beige steel shelves, in their navy uniform pants, white undershirts, and navy smocks. Just for the fun of it, Jason had traded Adam nametags for the day. (Not that everyone in Windom didn’t already know who they were, so it didn’t really matter if Adam’s nametag read “Jason.”)

Aaron was standing in the aisle, chatting while Adam and Jason worked.

“So do you think Senior year is going to be any different than Junior year?” Jason wondered as he reached for a can at the back of the shelf.

“You mean different from Milligan kicking everyone’s asses in the classroom and on the track?” Aaron snorted.

“Yeah, I mean, different from that.”

“Nope,” Aaron replied.

Adam shrugged as he pulled the boxcutter across the cardboard box. “Sorry, fellas. I’m just that good,” he returned with false modesty.

“And just that humble,” Aaron shot back dryly.

“And just that humble,” Adam agreed. He pulled back the flaps on the cardboard box and started unloading the cans onto the floor.

Jason frowned uncomfortably, and that’s when Adam knew something was actually bothering him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Adam stalled in his unloading to give his best friend his full attention.

Jason shrugged.

“Come on, Jase,” Adam cajoled. Then, he waited patiently for Jason to crack.

It didn’t take long.

Jason sighed. “This is our last year together before everything’s going to change,” Jason spoke ruefully. ��Like, Adam, dude, we all know you’re getting into some fabulous college on sports and academic scholarship. And Aaron, your parents have enough money to send you to anywhere in the Midwest-”

“-Assuming I get in somewhere,” Aaron interjected.

“You’ll get in,” Jason assured. “And me, I’m probably community college bound. But the point is, we’ll all be going our separate ways. So, Senior year is really our last year together.”

Although Jason tried to look unaffected, Adam could tell how anxious he was. (The dork. It was completely unjustified worry.)

Adam clapped his best friend since grade school on the shoulder. “Come on, Jase. You’re like a brother to me, dude,” Adam spoke firmly. He turned his gaze to include Aaron. “Both of you guys are like brothers to me,” he added. Then, Adam leveled Jason with a sincere smile. “Seriously, dude, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Aaron was quick to chime in.

Jason nodded, and a wobbly reassured smile pulled at his mouth. “Thanks.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” Adam replied. “It’s the truth.”

Jason’s smile broadened.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Aaron cut in excitedly. “You know how I used to take you guys to Fox Lake with my parents sometimes? Well, how about, every summer we plan a trip to my parent’s cabin. Like, just us. Like, a three bromigos trip.”

“Three bromigos?” Jason repeated incredulously.

“Hey, I got a B+ in Spanish last year,” Aaron returned tidily. “But, what do you think? We can meet up for a week each summer, and then we’re forced to keep in touch after Senior year.”

Adam nodded. “I’m all for it.”

“Yeah, me too.” Jason grinned.

“Okay, then it’s all set. The first three bromigos trip will be next Summer after we’re all graduated from High School. And then we just keep on, every year after that.”

The first three bromigos trip was a roaring success. They met up at Aaron’s house before all driving to Fox Lake in his pickup truck. There, they roasted marshmallows, and went canoeing in the lake, and had a late-night movie marathon. They grilled hamburgers, and went hiking, and played stupid camping games. Aaron even brought his badminton set (and wow, Jason and Adam sucked at badminton). They ended up playing two against one. (And Aaron still won.) They went fishing a couple of times, but only caught a tiny sunfish between the three of them – well, technically, Jason caught it. And the cabin on Fox Lake was close enough to the town of Welcome that they went into town for a pizza one night and also, to fill up on more Pepsi because Aaron was a big pop drinker. On the last night of the weeklong trip, they played an epic game of Truth or Dare that culminated in Aaron daring Jason to serenade Adam with Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable” (or at least the part Jason remembered). All in all, it was a great trip. And they made sure to set aside the first week of June the following year for their return trip.

It would be exciting to see how much had changed after their Freshman year of college.

#Adam Milligan #Sins of the Father #spn #supernatural #my fics #fanfiction #fanfic #one-shot #a little backstory on Adam

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NINJA BADASS - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: BayView Entertainment

SYNOPSIS: The creed of the Ninja VIP Super Club is to eat puppies and female sacrifice to heighten the bonds of brotherhood. As they embark on a journey across the American Midwest, their chosen woman has also caught the eye of the bumbling Rex. It’s up to him to become a ninja and steal her back!

REVIEW: Somewhere between a Troma Film and a Monty Python movie is this home brewed mixed bag of genres that wavers between laughing, groaning and helping you remember your high school sophomore year.

The only taboo NINJA BADASS doesn’t transgress is nudity and sex. It is misogynistic and does poke fun at the disabled, And it seems a bit racist. The whole egg role thing is the tip of the iceberg. On a positive note, it does feel like it thumbs its eye at those MAGA folks. The whole premise is supercilious, especially when you factor in the original song "I'm a Ninja Now" from Vince Johnson, the singer-songwriter behind Joe Exotic's viral songs. The plot meanders and it's all about the gags. If you try not to make sense out of anything you might find it fun.

I gave this film a spin because it was billed as the feature film debut from VFX master Ryan Harrison. Harrison’s credits include “The Revenant” and “John Dies At The End.” When you hold it up against the 2003 film “Undead” by the Spierig brothers you might be a bit confused. The effects here look like a backyard production done using out of the box special effects with little tweaking. Even some of the particle effects look like they were baked using an easy bake oven.

Not so sure about the acting. Some of it is kind of okay. Ryan Harrison mumbles many of his lines and he has a limited palate so the character plays like a single note. Everything feels like characters or stereotypes. It’s hyperreal and feels dubbed.

You have to give the kudos for pulling off a film in their backyard and with the help of friends and family. It’s no Seth Rogan, James Franco or Danny McBride movie, but it strives to be. Maybe I’m just too damn old to fully appreciate NINJA BADASS. Maybe if I smoked some weed and had a few beers it might have placed me in a more receptive mood. Still, a film should offer me some appeal regardless of the extracurricular mood enhancers. Maybe the press release built up my expectations. I can’t say I ever laugh, more like chuckle, groan and shy. I’d be interested to see what Harrison might do if he had a larger budget and he stepped up his gain. Otherwise NINJA BADASS is simply a vanity project done on extremely limited resources for stoners. You know, the majority of the B-Movie midnight cinema crowd.

CAST: Ryan Harrison, Darrell Francis, Tatiana Ortiz, Mitch Schlagel, Steven Rose, Paisley Blackburn, and Steven Bodie. CREW: Director/Screenplay/Producer/Editor - Ryan Harrison; Producer - Tami Harrison; Cinematographer - Darryl DeLaney OFFICIAL: www.whitetrashninja.com FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/NinjaBadass/ TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/dCoUYzW6lN0 RELEASE DATE: In Virtual Cinema on June 10th, 2022

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

#film review #movie review #ninja badass #ninjabadassmovie #bayview entertainment #Ryan Harrison #hillbilly sanseis #exploding cows #action #joseph mauceri #joseph b mauceri

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Hi lovely! I’m new to your blog and adore your shanks imagines! I saw you have both a “Benn marriage head cannons” and “Shanks marriage head cannons”, but I was wondering if you would be willing to write head cannons for being married to both Shanks and Benn (like poly relationship head cannons)? Thanks ;)

Poly Shanks and Benn marriage head cannons

Sfw

So these two spoil you rotten, no joke, if you even look at something for too long they'll assume you want it, and it'll be in your possession by the end of the day.

They feel very lucky to have you

Benn feel lucky he doesn't have to rangle Shanks on his own, and even though you and Shanks are partners in chaos, you usually pull him away from doing something stupid.

Shanks feels lucky because he has someone to cause trouble with

Out of all of you, Shanks is the most affectionate.

They bring you along on their adventures and if you get tired they take turns giving you piggyback rides

Benn is, naturally, the most responsible one in the relationship. He's the one who handles your finances, so you never have to worry about budgeting.

Y'all have nightly cuddle piles and live all in the same room.

Shanks steals all the blankets, but it's fine because Benn is usually warm enough you don't need one.

Your bed usually looks like a nest because it has so many blankets and pillows on it, and because it's never made, no matter how much Benn tries to keep it neat.

Neither of them can cook for shit

Shanks will burn down the kitchen if he's left unattended

Benn can make edible food, but it's painfully Midwest, no flavor at all, think raisins in casserole.

Shanks and Benn will use your shower products, so buy lots

They don't care if they wander around smelling like your body wash.

Shanks will even use your razor, benn won't, but if you don't like that you have to stick it in a drawer or something.

Wear their clothes, please they love it, even though their clothes are all too big for you.

All date nights are planned by Shanks, he's the more romantic out of the two

Each date is always unique and fun

Benn has a box of keep sakes from dates, anniversaries, and just anything you have exchanged like letters, gifts, flowers, little rocks you give him, etc.

He hides it under the bed and he likes to look through it anytime he adds something to it. He has it so he doesn't forget a single moment with the two of you.

Shanks found it one day and started his own

When you found their boxes you bought them nice wood boxes so that they didn't have to use shoe boxes.

Shanks loves taking pictures of all of you and the crew. He puts them in organized photo albums.

You all have long conversation, while star gazing on the deck of the Red Force late into the night

Shanks likes dancing with you, Benn's a little too shy to dance with you in public.

But in private, he will dance with you, he's not good at it, but he doesn't care, he just wants to have fun with you

When y'all go out exploring you never have to sleep on the ground, because you get to sleep on one of them or you get to sleep on their blankets or cloaks.

Nsfw

They do take you together sometime

Sometimes individually

Benn prefers individually, because soon as one of them is off of you the other starts working on you.

He likes seeing you an overstimulated blissed out mess

Peg them please, they'll love you for it

Shanks is a bisexual switch so sometimes while he's fucking you, Benn will come up and fuck him from behind.

Benn is a pansexual top, so he'll be reluctant to let you top him.

Shanks is also a brat, so if you're a brat Benn will be in heaven and in trouble.

Shower sex between all three of you was forbidden because one time Benn accidentally elbowed Shanks in the face, making him fall and giving him a concussion.

Benn never forgave himself and refuses to participate in fear of doing it again

Shanks and you once decided to wear lingerie for Benn as a joke, but he ended up really liking it so it became a normal thing in your bedroom,

Shanks in fact prefers wearing silk underwear because of it.

You and Shanks usually need to coax Benn into opening up about and indulging in his more... Exotic fetishes.

Let's just say there's now a new bed frame in your room that allows him to tie you two up or down at the same time, and a trunk full of rope, handcuffs, gags, and all sorts of accoutrement in the closest.

Shanks however has no shame, and is very open about his fantasies.

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Sugar, Sugar {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: Sugar daddy, mentions of sex for money, asshole landlord, flirting, first time meetings, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, Marcus being Marcus. Teasing use of the term daddy but it does not stick.

Comments: Tired of being alone, Marcus gets talked into signing up for a Sugar Daddy website in order to find some companionship. You are the one he chooses and it sparks a fun, flirty time for both of you.

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

A/N: Okay, so I know that there is another sugar daddy Marcus Pike fic that has been posted recently. @whataperfectwasteoftime ‘s Lavish, you need to read it. I have been sitting on this story since November and when I saw that her fic had come out, I ran over to make sure no toes were stepped on.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Even with his Midwest optimism, Marcus Pike had really started to wonder if the problem was him. Was it his taste in women or something in the fundamental fabric of his being? Or was he just an unlucky son of a bitch when it came to love?

All he wanted was a partnership, not the kind that was assigned with the bureau, but the kind built on affection and interest. Someone who would put their phone down and give him their eyes as he asks about their day. He wasn’t selfish, he didn’t want someone catering to him and listening to him all the time. He wanted to nurture and soothe and reassure as much as he hoped to get back.

“You know what you should do?” Leaning on his elbows, belly up to the loud, crowded bar, he turns towards Mike Stephens when the other man speaks. One of his team members and honestly the one closest to him since he’s transferred to D.C. He’d known him at the academy, but was happy with the development of having a friend here.

Beer and nachos in front of both men for happy hour forgotten, game playing on the tv behind the bar ignored. “What’s that?” A small smile plays on his lips. This should be good. Stephens was a serial dater, never finding someone for longer than a few weeks before something shiner caught his eye.

“You should sign up for this sugar daddy site I’m on.” Mike tells him with a grin, picking up his phone from the bar and opening an app. “It’s great!”

Marcus immediately shakes his head, “no. No. That’s not my kind of thing.” He says and Mike chuckles.

“That’s what I thought too but man, these girls are different. They want someone to take care of them and they are grateful for your care. They will do anything…anything.” Mike smirks and Marcus frowns.

“I’m not looking for sex. Well…I am but I want a companion. I want someone who wants me to look after them.” He confesses.

“Well just think about it. They have some beautiful girls on here” Mike says and texts him the link. Marcus nods and resumes drinking his beer, his phone buzzing in his pocket.

****

You return home, leaning against the elevator wall as you close your eyes. Work was exhausting. A long day for hardly any money. You’re gonna struggle to pay your rent this month in this building. You can’t ask your parents. They told you to never come to D.C and work in government but you wanted to help people make their lives better. You step out of the elevator and make your way down the hall, eyes widening a little at the sight of your handsome neighbor. He’d introduced himself when he moved in as Marcus and you think he’s so cute. Him blushing when he brushes you in the hallway by accident.

He’s adorable and you admit you have a little crush on him. He’s not gonna save you though. He lives in the same building as you so clearly he’s not loaded. You need someone who can help you, hence why you signed up on that damn site. The one your friend suggested while displaying her new Dior purse. You had scoffed at her and said no but when you returned to your run down apartment, you opened the site and ultimately signed up. No responses so far. Just creeps wanting nudes. “Hey Marcus” You greet your neighbor and he turns around after opening his door.

“Hey neighbor.” He gives you a friendly smile and he immediately notices how tired you are. “Long day at work?” He asks sympathetically.

“When don’t you have a long day in D.C?” You ask him and he’s struck by how true that is.

“Yeah, that’s true.” He ignores his immediate idea to offer for you to come over and have a glass of wine. While you were neighbors, you hadn’t done more than chat with him in the halls.

You smile at him, "have a good night" and he responds with the same words before you enter your apartment. It's small and you don't have a lot but it's home. You sigh, opening your fridge to find the leftovers from dinner last night and dig into them, starving from the long day. You don't even think about that app. Too busy worrying about the bills that are due and you turn on the TV, giving yourself one night off from worrying.

Living alone, being alone sucked for so many different reasons. Ordering take out for one always depressed him. Huffing, he walks over to the fridge. “Just make yourself a sandwich. You had nachos.” He grumbles to himself, wondering what you are doing tonight. Mike’s words keep filtering through his mind and he sighs, deciding it won’t hurt to check out the app.

Marcus sits down on the sofa and opens the app, fumbling through setting up an account. He types out a quick description of himself and what he’s looking for. Asking for companionship and someone to look after. He hopes he doesn’t sound too seedy. He then scrolls through the profiles. Too many of them are clearly looking for a rich man to buy them clothes. None of them really mention necessary things like bills or dinner and most just want money with little to no companionship. He sighs, continuing to scroll.

****

You frown when you hear your phone ding. Wondering what alert that is for and your eyes widen when you see the notification.

‘Someone likes your profile. Swipe to chat!’ The message says and you bite your lip, wondering what you should do.

Marcus bites his lip as he waits to see if the person will respond. Their profile, after forever searching, seems to be the most promising. She had been honest, willing to trade time and companionship for money. Said that she wasn’t willing to sleep with anyone until much later, if it came naturally. That was refreshing, he didn’t like the idea of basically buying favors.

You read over his profile, loving the fact that he doesn’t seem seedy. Usually, the sugar daddies ask for sexual favors in return for the money and, while you respect sex workers, that path isn’t for you. You smile as you read his description, basic but he is younger than most on this app. You like that he wants companionship. You decide to message him. Contemplating for a bit about what you want to put. “Hey” You type, “how are you?”

Marcus grins when the phone digs, honestly surprised that she answered. “Hey.” He pauses. “Honestly? It’s been a day but I’ve had a nice surprise now.” He sends it and then adds. “How are you?” He hopes that it’s not too much or not enough. But it’s not like he wants to just jump into things. He likes the soft approach.

You shift back to settle into your sofa cushions, a small smile on your face. “Same here. Been a busy day. So…what brings you to the app?” You ask via message, getting straight to it.

Marcus rolls his eyes at himself. “I’m what I’m sure every woman wants to hear, loneliness and desperation.” He adds a laughing emoji. “I have been unlucky in finding someone who wants what I want.”

You smile, already liking the way he messages. He seems sweet and not like a seedy old man. You bite your lip as you type back, “I’m sorry to hear that. You seem like a nice guy. Some women just don’t know what they have when they have it 🙄” You type.

It could be a line, but he likes that you would offer the eye roll for him. “What about you?” He asks. “What drove you to sign up for a sight that seems to be geared towards dirty old men?” He hopes you don’t find it offensive. “What’s your story?”

You snort at his message before replying with “it is mainly dirty old men who want to throw money at young women in exchange for sexual favors but I genuinely need help. I am so behind on bills and no matter how much I work, I can’t catch up. I can’t ask my parents. I need help but I’m not a charity case. I want to offer something in return…just not sex. I am not that kind of woman. I see sex as an emotional connection. Not a transaction.”

“Completely agree.” He immediately sends that message before he decides to add on to it. “It’s actually why I decided to message you. I like that. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great, but I don’t want to buy physical affection.” He bites his lip and decides to go for it. “How much do you need right now to get you out of the bind you are in?”

You read his message and sigh. Even though you signed up on the site, you feel guilty about taking someone’s money. “To get my bills paid up and some groceries would probably be $2000. I owe rent and I haven’t had a proper meal for a week now. I��ve stretched everything in my pantry as much as possible” You admit, “you don’t have to send me anything now, I’ll manage. I’m sure you’d rather meet first to see if you even like me.”

Marcus’ eyebrows shoot up. There is a strong possibility that all of this is a sob story, but there is something that tells him it’s not. Someone who was trying to scam would never say that they could manage. It’s the people who are embarrassed about these circumstances that try to play it off. Rent and food are basic necessities. He bites his lip and decides to take a risk. It wasn’t like his bank account couldn’t take the hit, he lives below his means and had been saving. He looks at the profile again but there is no Venmo or PayPal attached. “What is your payment info? 🤔” He sends back.

You bite your lip, hesitating but then you remember the landlord demanding payment and you type back, “I have Zelle.” You tell him and text your phone number. You pray this isn’t a mistake. “Please don’t send it without thinking about it first.” You quickly type, not wanting him to regret it.

Zelle was even better, able to use it through his mobile banking app. He opens it up and quickly adds the number. The name it’s under he decides to name ‘Baby’ instead of sugar baby. He takes a deep breath and authorizes the payment for $2000. As soon as he sends it, he types a message in the app. “Thought about it. Everyone needs a roof and food in the fridge.”

You see the notification on your phone and your eyes widen. “Sugar Daddy - $2000.” You gulp, unable to believe that he just sent that to you. You see his message and immediately type back. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me. I- I am so grateful. Do you…do you want me to call you daddy?” You type, wondering how he wants you to address him.

Marcus cringes at that and shakes his head. While he may be daddy as in the father of - material, he’s never particularly gotten off to the daddy thing. Plus it would make him feel dirty about all of this. “No, please don’t.” He types out. “Just call me Marc?” It’s something his family calls him anyway. “If you are comfortable with it, of course. What would you like me to call you?”

“Marc” You murmur to yourself, preferring that to daddy. “You can call me Bee” You type back. Your parents always called you honeybee because you were always busy and buzzing around doing something. You feel relieved, unable to believe that you can sleep tonight without worrying about paying your bills in the morning. You lean back into the cushions and smile. “Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me.”

Marcus grins and leans back, the tv forgotten in the background as he types on his phone. He’s happy to have helped. “🐝 I know that it’s always a good thing to be able to rest easy. So now that you can, what do you plan on doing for the rest of your night?”

You smile, "well I might have a long hot shower." You type back. You feel the tenseness escape your body as you realize you won't have to struggle this month. "What about you? Hot date?" You tease as you text back.

Marcus chuckles and reaches for the sandwich he had made to take a bite of it before he replies. “Oh big date. Me and my sofa, a movie on tv.” He sends it to you before he adds. “Then a shower, bed and work tomorrow. So my night is all planned out 🙄”

You giggle, “sounds like a good night to me. I am so grateful for the money. I’m sure you’ll want to meet up?” You ask, biting your lip as you hit send. Maybe he’s not who he says he is. You would be disappointed by that but it’s his choice.

Marcus chews on his lip when he gets your message. The way that you phrased that bothers him. Like he expected you to meet with him because of him sending that money. In a way, technically he guessed that he had paid for - your time, but he wasn’t the type to demand someone spend time with him if they didn’t want to. “I’m good with getting to know you like this.” He promises. “I don’t want to push you into something that you are uncomfortable with.”

You shake your head. If he’s been generous enough to give you money, the least you can do is meet him. “I would like to meet you. We can keep messaging but…do you want my number?” You type out and hit send. You wonder if he wants to meet you. You hope he does so you can thank him in person.

Marcus smiles, not even mentioning that you had sent him your number when he had asked for your payment information. “How about this? I’ll give you my number and you can text me if you want?” He hits send and then adds his phone number to the message. This way it will be your decision to message him. He does like the idea of moving off the app, but whatever you are comfortable with.

You fluster at remembering you already sent your number but you want to talk to him off of the app. You copy and paste his number into your text and you text him a simple message: 🐝

He can’t even stop the way that his heart thumps when your message comes through. It’s silly and stupid but he likes that you trust him. “So Bee, what’s your favorite flower? 🌷” He bites his lip and hits send, his night infinitely better and he feels himself relaxing for the first time in a while.

You can’t stop smiling as you type back. After telling Marc your favorite flowers are daisies, you ask him about his favorite tv show. You giggle when he admits it’s Star Trek and you chuckle, typing back “you nerd.”

Marcus laughs out loud, not feeling like you are insulting him. “Guilty as charged 🤓” He is still chuckling. “At the same time, hot alien chicks to a young, hormonal boy was a life changing thing. Kind of like those vampire fantasizes a lot of girls have.”

You giggle, “true. I was team Edward as a teen 😳.” You respond back and fluster in embarrassment but you smile, unable to stop yourself. You like him already. He’s sweet and funny. Yes he just paid for your time technically but it doesn’t feel like that.

“Edward! 😒” Marcus rolls his eyes playfully, remembering his ex’s love of those books and movies. “Team Jacob! 🐺 Those wolves were awesome. Like the dire wolves in Game of Thrones.”

You snort, sending back another text asking him how he had watched twilight. “It was a good series 🤷‍♂️” He responds and you can’t stop grinning.

You spend the next hour texting back and forth about movies and tv shows before you check the time. “I gotta go to bed Marc. Early morning 😴” You send and you wish you didn’t have to go to bed.

“Shit.” He hisses to himself and looks at the time. Unable to believe that he had spent so much time talking to you. It was probably the best, most relaxing conversation he has had in months. “Sorry I didn’t realize how late it was. Sweet dreams 🐝.” He hits send and turns off the tv so he can go to bed himself.

****

You are woken up by a banging on your front door. You frown, stumbling through your apartment and you swing the door open to meet the pissed off face of your landlord. “Good morning to you” You huff.

“Morning” He offers you a forced smile, “rent?” He asks and you nod.

“I have it” You promise.

“Now? I cannot wait another month” He shakes his head and you reach out for your phone.

“I have it. I can send it to you now” You tell him, opening your banking app and you transfer him your rent. His phone dings and you raise your eyebrows at him as the door behind him opens to reveal your neighbor.

“Is there a problem?” Marcus demands, dressed in his suit pants and his undershirt, gun in hand. He had heard the commotion from his own place and had rushed out as fast as he could. The fact that it was the landlord only made him relax slightly, not caring for the man at all, but the man had been exceedingly polite when he found out Marcus is an FBI agent.

Your eyes widen at the sight of your neighbor. You admire his arms as he shifts to hide the gun he had in his hand and your landlord notices it but doesn’t say anything. “Uh, yes, yes. She was just paying her overdue rent” He says as he turns back to you. “It better not be fucking late again otherwise you’re out. Since you won’t suck my cock, I expect my money” He says and you curl your lip in disgust.

“You’ll get your damn money asshole” You growl as he strides down the hall.

“Well that was a lovely way to start the day.” Marcus rolls his eyes and walls over to you. “Are you okay?” He asks, searching your face and trying to not look over the shorts and tank top you are wearing that are obviously serving as your pajamas. He hadn’t heard what the landlord said, but he had seen your reaction and knew that it was something unwarranted. “You need anything?” He asks softly, wondering if you might need to change locks on your door.

You shake your head, smiling at Marcus gratefully. “No. No. I’m fine. He’s just…annoyed that I won’t fuck him to make up for my late rent.” You scoff and roll your eyes, “as if I’d want to even go near that asshole. I’ll be fine. Thanks for helping me” You smile at him. You’ve always thought he was cute and seeing him ready to go with his gun in his hand has your stomach twisting.

Marcus nods, and sighs as he looks down the hallway that the landlord disappeared down. “If he keeps harassing you, let me know.” He tells you quietly. “There is no reason for him to expect that kind of thing and it’s not allowed.” His sister is a real estate agent, he makes a mental note to call her about renter’s rights. He shuffles and bites his lip, “well, I’ll let you get ready for work. Have a good day.”

****

It’s been a long day so when you settle back on your sofa and hear your phone ding, you smile at the notification from Marc. “Hi 🐝. Good day?” He asks and your bubble immediately starts typing.

“Yes. Had a good day not worrying about my bills thanks to a certain sweetheart 😘” You type back. You grin as you lean back against your sofa, “how was your day?” You add.

Marcus looks over the stir fry that is cooking down on the stove, checking to make sure that he doesn’t need to stir it and then looks back at his phone. “It was pretty good, now I’m just making dinner.” He types out. “Hopefully you stocked up on groceries after work? Maybe indulged in a bottle of wine?”

You type back, “yes! Got some groceries so I just cooked dinner and I am having a glass of wine. All thanks to you. So Marc…what’s the one thing you want the most?” You hit send. Wanting to know if there’s something you can do for him.

He hums as he contemplates how to answer that. It’s going to sound pathetic. “I just want to be able to have a relaxing evening with someone and talk. Share and laugh.” He knows that it sounds sappy, like some sort of cop out. “I want partnership.”

You hum in agreement. You’ve been so busy trying to keep your head above water that you haven’t even had time to time about dating. It would be nice to have someone to share your life with. “I understand that and agree. It would be nice to have someone to come home to” You type back.

He quickly types out his message after he plates up his own dinner, snapping a picture and sending it to you. “You mean it would be nice to have someone to share this with?” He asks. “What did you decide to do for your first stress-free dinner?”

You are impressed with his cooking. Most men would just get a take out or cook a steak with a baked potato. You type back “I had a salad. Vegetables are a luxury when you’re broke so I enjoyed it.” You tell him and take a photo of your glass of wine, noticing that your legs are in the photo but you send it anyway.

Marcus tries to focus on the wine but he definitely notices the legs. They are very nice legs and his mind drifts to his neighbor in her pajamas this morning. “Well you will have to let me order you a fruit basket sometime, instead of flowers.” He sends it with a silly grin on his face, imagining a large fresh cut arrangement showing up to his still faceless Bee.

***3 weeks later***

You giggle at the text Marc had sent. A meme about working in D.C that has you cracking up as you wait for the elevator. The doors are about to close when a hand reaches out to stop the doors. Your neighbor enters with a soft smile that makes your heart race but you ignore that as you adjust the new purse on your arm. It had been a present from Marc. One you had objected to but you had told him about how your purse was falling apart and the next thing you know, the purse is being delivered to your work.

"Nice purse" Marcus says as he looks down. It's just like the one he got his bee, he must have good taste if you have the same one. It's a popular brand. You don't notice when your neighbor's phone dings just as the doors open. He lets you out first and you make your way down the hall to your apartment.

Marcus glances up at you as you pause at your door. “Have a good night.” He gives you a nod.

“You too, Marcus.” Marcus is smiling at the message his Bee had sent back as he walks to his door, happy to be off work and able to text. He chuckles to himself as he reaches into his pocket for his keys. “So what do we have on the menu tonight? Books, movies, naket portraits?” He types out, sending it to you before he unlocks the door.

You set your purse down, shrugging off your coat and you sit down to reply back. “I was hoping we could discuss meeting. I don’t know if you’re comfortable with that but you’ve given me so much. I would love to say thank you in person and meet you” You type and hit send. Biting your lip as you anxiously await his response. He’s changed your life and you just want to say thank you. Also you might have fallen a little bit in love with him via text. Okay totally in love. He’s so sweet. You are desperate to meet him.

Marcus sets his keys down in the bowl while he kicks off his shoes. Reading and re-reading the message as he wonders if he should. He’s fallen in love with his Bee even if he hasn’t even met you. Afraid that he won’t be able to stop himself from touching her or kissing you when he meets you. “Are you sure you want to meet?” He types out. “You might be disappointed.”

You snort, quickly typing out your reply. “As if. I like you Marc. A lot. I want to meet you in person. Are you sure you want to meet? You might be disappointed” You counter, hitting send and sighing in anticipation. You pray he likes what he sees. It’s no longer about the money even though he’s helped you out. You genuinely like him.

Shaking his head, he huffs. “There is no way.” He sends that and then he bites his lip. “I need to tell you something before we meet, then. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been a little shy about wanting to get together.”

You frown, wondering if he’s not who he’s said he is. That would be about your luck to fall in love with someone who isn’t who they say they are. You type back a quick “go on” and wait anxiously for him to respond.

He takes a deep breath, knowing that he might ruin everything right now. “I...know that this is an arrangement, but….” He sends that part and tries to phrase it as nicely as he can so he doesn’t scare you off. “I’ve developed feelings for you, and I don’t want to ruin this. So if we need to stay just messaging, I understand.”

Your heart skips a beat as you read his words before a wide grin overtakes your face. “Well that’s a coincidence because I’ve developed feelings for you too.” You hit send before you can revise it, heart thumping in excitement and you can’t wait to meet him in person.

He gulps when he reads your words, shocked because honestly he had been expecting you to tell him that maybe it would be best if you stayed online. He starts trying and deletes it, then starts again. “Well that’s fortuitous. 😍.” He shakes his head at himself. “Will you allow me to take you to dinner tomorrow night?” He hits send and his fingers twitch impatiently.

You squeal at his response, unable to help yourself. You give yourself a moment to celebrate this step forward and you quickly type back, “that sounds perfect. Name the time and place.” You are already figuring out what to wear.

“Would you prefer Le Diplomate or Old Ebbitt Grill?” He asks, wanting to make sure that he doesn’t go overboard. He wants to treat his Bee to a perfect night out. “Or would you prefer something more lowkey?”

You frown, not wanting him to spend a crazy amount of money. You type back, “something more low-key? 😬 I don’t want you to spend too much money baby.” You hit send and realize you just called him baby.

Marcus flushes and bites his lip at the term of endearment. ‘Baby’. It makes him feel good that you would be comfortable with that. Plus the idea that someone who was technically a sugar baby didn’t want him spending too much money. Refreshing when he thinks about everyone else he has seen on the site. He grins, counting himself lucky. “How about Martin’s Tavern in Georgetown?” He decides. “7 o’clock?”

You smile, liking that idea more. “Yes that sounds good 😘” You hit send and try not to squeal. You are excited to finally meet him and try to calm down. He might not be who you think he is when you meet him in person. Maybe he’s just a really good catfish.

****

You rush home from work to get ready, spending extra time doing your makeup and picking something to wear. Casual. Sexy. Smart casual. You settle on jeans and a pretty blouse, slightly low cut, and a pair of heels. After checking your hair, you reach for your purse and make your way out of your apartment. “Hold the elevator!” You hear and watch Marcus place his hand between the doors. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, cleaned up and freshly shaven. “Got a hot date?” You tease after pressing the button again.

Marcus chuckles and admires your own put together appearance. Just because he was in love with someone he had technically never met before didn’t mean he couldn’t admire how nice you looked. “I’m meeting a friend for dinner.” He tells you, nodding to you. “You? Whoever you’re meeting is lucky. You look great.” He’s babbling slightly, but it’s just to cover up his nerves. There was always a chance this was all a hoax, that his Bee was a catfish, but he was still hopefully optimistic.

You smile, “thank you. Got a date.” You tell him and bite your lip as your stomach swirls with nerves. You look up as the elevator dings and you exit the elevator. Excited but nervous to meet Marc. You get into your Uber after Marcus bids you good luck and you smile at him as you get in. Tapping your fingers on your knee as the Uber takes you to the tavern.

Marcus is nervous and before he gets into his car, he types out a message to Bee. “I’m on my way honey. If you change your mind, just let me know.” He hits send and puts the car into reverse to pull out of his parking space to head towards the tavern. He had already bought flowers on the way home today, sitting in the passenger seat.

You see his message and grin, quickly typing back. “No way handsome. I’ll see you soon 😘” You hit send and lean back against the seat, grabbing your lipstick out of your purse to reapply before the Uber arrives at the restaurant. You get out and inhale shakily, trying to calm your nerves before you make your way into the restaurant.

The ding of his phone makes him smile and the car speaker plays Bee’s message to him. He hums in approval and sighs when he pulls into the restaurant parking lot and parking. “Okay Pike, don’t mess this up.” He tells himself, vainly checking his appearance one last time just in case something managed to get in his teeth - despite never eating or drinking anything after brushing his teeth. Picking up the flowers off the passenger seat, he gets out and makes his way to the tavern and walks inside.

You are sitting at the bar, waiting for Marc. He was supposed to be wearing blue so you scan the bar for him. You wore red lipstick to let him know who you are so when you see Marcus walking by, you giggle and reach out to touch his arm. “Fancy seeing you here” You grin, unable to believe the coincidence.

“Well hey.” Marcus shakes his head and gives you a matching grin as he looks around, looking for your date. “If I had known you were coming here, I could have given you a ride, save you the Uber.” He doesn’t see his Bee yet, knowing he’s early, still has ten more minutes before he’s supposed to meet her. “Is your date here yet?” He asks, shuffling closer to you when someone moves behind him.

You glance behind him, “no not yet. I’m early though.” You eye the flowers and smile, “beautiful flowers. Those are my favorite.” You confess and glance down at your phone. “I’m just gonna text him. Maybe he got stuck in traffic” You snort, D.C traffic is a nightmare sometimes. You quickly type out a message to Marc, letting him know you are at the bar.

He’s slightly suspicious when he notices your red lipstick, and the fact that his Bee said these flowers were her favorite but there are far greater coincidences in the world so he keeps quiet. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself and have some blonde asshole named Jerry come up to witness his humiliation at assuming you were his mystery sugar baby. Except, seconds after you send a text message, his own phone buzzes in his pocket. His breath catches and he keeps his eyes on you when he reaches for his phone. He doesn’t look at it, instead he just whispers one word. “Bee.”

Your eyes widen at the familiar nickname and you take note of his blue shirt and the fact that he has your favorite flowers. It’s not a coincidence like you previously thought. “Marc?” You whisper, heart thumping in your chest and you stare at him in shock.

"Holy shit." Marcus flushes slightly and he can't believe that his neighbor, his pretty neighbor is the sugar baby that he has been talking to. HIs Bee. "I can't believe this." He shakes his head slightly and bites his lip. "Is this- is this still okay?" He asks you softly. "I mean, I know you weren't expecting your neighbor."

You are shocked but not annoyed. You’ve always thought Marcus was cute but he was recovering from his ex fiancé not moving with him to D.C. “Yes. Yes. I- wow. I did not expect this but it’s not bad. I’ve always thought you were cute” You fluster, realizing you fell in love with the man living across the hall from you via text. “Do you- are you upset it’s me?” You frown slightly when you don’t see his signature smile.

Marcus shakes his head. "No, it's - it's good." He tells you quietly. "I've always thought you were pretty." He admits with a small smile. "I'm just realizing what happened the day after- after that first day we met." He frowns when he remembers what you had told him about the landlord.

Your eyes widen in realization, “well…it- you saved me from him. Helping me pay my rent. I can’t believe you would do that for a stranger without demanding anything back. You never even asked me for nudes” You tease. “You’re an incredible man and I am so lucky to have found you despite you being across the hall from me” You giggle.

He relaxes when you giggle, falling a little bit more in love with you now that he knows how the sound of those little laughing emojis you send him sound. While as neighbors, the two of you were friendly, he hadn’t heard you laugh before. “So, you might have guessed that these are for you.” He offers, extending the flowers to you with a smile. “I owe you dinner and drinks too.”

You take the flowers, admiring them before you look at your ‘sugar daddy’. You nod, “I’d like that. I- I meant what I said, Marcus. I have feelings for you and now that you’re my hot neighbor across the hall, I just realize how lucky I am. You’ve helped me so much and I- I want to say thank you” You say.

He shakes his head and gives you a shy smile. "I want to do it. You don't have to thank me." He promises you. "You needed help and I could do it, and I have honestly loved our conversations every night." He chuckles and shakes his head again. "I couldn't even flirt with the pretty neighbor in the elevator because I wanted to get home and start texting my Bee."

You smirk, “I always pictured Marc to look a little bit like you. I- I guess I had a little crush on you too. One and the same man.” You smile and look down at the flowers. “So…dinner?” You ask and he flusters, nodding and guiding you to the hostess where he gives his name for the reservation.

“Follow me” the hostess says and Marcus places his hand on the small of your back to guide you and your heart thumps in your chest at the gesture.

He had asked for an intimate booth, something that would allow the two of you to talk without being interrupted too much. The dark corner booth is perfect with the candle burning in the middle of the table to add to the atmosphere. He lets you into the half circle booth and comes around it to slide in beside you. Handing you menus, the hostess tells you that the server will be with you in just a few minutes. “This is alright?” He asks, looking at you, instead of the drink menu.

You nod, “it’s perfect.” You smile at him and watch him scan the drinks menu. You admire his profile and can’t help but lean forward and press your lips to his cheek. You feel like you know everything and nothing about him. You know Marc but knowing Marcus is different.

He nearly fumbles the drink menu, breath catching slightly and when you pull back he turns to look at you. Eyes sliding down to your lips and then back up to yours. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, wanting to make sure that you both were on the same page.

You inhale sharply, nodding once as your eyes dip down to his. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours as he leans closer, reaching up to gently cup your cheek before his lips meet yours. You gasp softly into the kiss and tilt your head, loving the soft way his lips press against yours. It’s sweet and gentle. Everything you wanted.

It’s perfect. He loves the feeling of your lips against his. Feeling the smooth slip of your lipstick and the way that it makes his entire body react to just a simple kiss. Letting it last for a few more seconds before he pulls back. “I- wow.” He starts when the server comes up.

“Ready to order some drinks?” It obviously wasn’t a rare thing to have someone kissing, the server acting like she hadn’t seen anything.

You smile, reaching up to wipe the red off of his lips before he looks at the server. Marcus picks up the menu and orders a bottle of champagne. Your eyes widen slightly until you remain yourself how all of this began. The server nods and strides off. You reach for his hand, “baby…I’m not here for the money. I need you to know that.” You tell him, not wanting him to think you’re there for a meal ticket because you’re there for him.

Marcus gives you a smile, lacing his fingers with yours. “I don’t think that you are here for the money.” He tells you softly. “I wanted to celebrate. Our first date is something special and I want to make sure we remember it.”

You nod, "yes. Yes I want to remember this." You are soon ordering your food and it's comfortable. Now that you have met him, there's no awkwardness. You have been talking everyday for weeks so all the small talk is out of the way to leave behind an easy flow of conversation. "How's your mom?" You ask after finishing your dinner.

Marcus grins and rolls his eyes. “Great.” He pitches his voice up. “When are you going to settle down and give me grandkids, Marc?” He imitates his mom, poorly, but with a flair for the dramatic. “You’re so handsome you should have found someone else by now.” He chuckles, admiring your smile and the way you hold back giggles. “It’s hard to remind her that I didn’t meet the love of my life and the Sadie Hawkings dance in seventh grade.”

You shake your head, reaching out to take his hand again. "The women who broke your heart were fools. You deserve love Marcus. You're a good man. A man who deserves someone who loves as much as you love them and I- I love you" You confess, heart pounding as you confirm what you've been feeling all night. Love. You're in love with him.

“I-“ The last time he had someone say they loved him before he said it was his college sweetheart. He had moved on both his ex-wife and Teresa, but he can’t even begin to describe how your words makes his heart soar. “I love you too.” He inches closer and he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “You are amazing, and I am so glad that you are here and you are just as perfect as I thought you were through the messages. You have such a beautiful soul.”

His words make your heart clench and you reach up with your free hand to cup his cheek. "You do too. You are an amazing man and...and I want to go home." You tell him, feeling your stomach twist in anticipation but you want him. You lean forward to press your lips to his, wanting him to know your train of thought.

There was a split second where he thought you were telling him that you wanted to end the date. Quickly, realizing that he is very much mistaken by the way you are kissing him. He hums and pulls you closer, cupping your cheek as his tongue slides along the seam of your lips to beg for entrance. Groaning quietly into your mouth when you do and his tongue tangles slowly with yours.

You whimper into his mouth when his tongue tangles with yours, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. You know this is probably too quick but you know Marcus. You have known him as Marc via text messages and as Marcus in the hallways and elevator. You want him. You pull back after a moment, lips tingling and a smile on your face. The waiter comes back over and clears their throat, making Marcus blush as he looks away from you. “Can I get you the check?” They ask teasingly and Marcus nods. “I’ll be right back” They say before walking off.

Marcus runs his hand over your hair and caresses your cheek again. “I want you to come back to my place.” He admits quietly, flashing a grin. “Although I think your place is technically closer.” He jokes, his eyes sparkling when you give a small chuckle. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I meant what I said the first time we talked. I want you, but it’s because of our connection, not because of anything else.”

You reach for his free hand. “I meant it too. I want you because of our connection. I mean, you’re hot as hell” You tease, “but I love you and I want you to take me back to your place.” You shuffle closer, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “want you to make me scream your name. Your whole name.”

Marcus chuckles and lifts a brow. "If you can scream ‘Marcus Bradley Pike the Third’ while you are cumming, I'm not doing a good enough job." He teases, eyes dark and lust filled. "But a gasped out ‘Marcus’ would be okay." He wants to hear you cry out in the throes of passion. More than anything.

You giggle, “the third?” You raise your eyebrows and he blushes a little. Your heart thumps and you don’t even notice the waiter put the check down. Marcus is soon paying the bill and you are glad he didn’t take you anywhere too crazy expensive. “Thank you” You tell him, leaning in to kiss his jaw, “for dinner. For everything.”

“Baby, you don’t need to thank me.” He allows himself to enjoy the feeling of your lips against his jaw one more time before he pulls back and lifts his brow. “Are you ready to go, sweetheart?” He asks softly. He doesn’t want to push you, but the idea of you screaming his name hasn’t helped the near constant erection he has been fighting this entire date.

You nod, letting him guide you out of the restaurant and you take his hand after you grab your purse. You can’t wait to be in his apartment, certain that it is the same layout as your own but it is Marcus’s. You smile at his eagerness as he guides you through the restaurant. You squeeze his hand and you are glad you took an Uber instead of driving yourself.

Outside, he guides you to his car, certain that if you want to go home with him that you will let him drive you. He opens the passenger door for you and holds it while you slip inside before he pushes it closed and hurries around the front so he can climb behind the wheel. “I never imagined it was you.” He admits, chuckling as he turns over the engine. “But is it bad that I’m glad that it is?” He asks, looking at you quickly before he pulls forward and out of the space. “I used to think about asking you out for a drink. Before.”

You nod, “I thought - have always thought - that you were cute and I - I had a little crush on you before. You always seemed so sweet but getting to know you as Marc and connecting the two of you? You are a good man. I am lucky to have met you and you have no idea how much you’ve helped me out. I would’ve starved by now if it weren’t for you” You shake your head and bite your lip, wondering what could’ve happened if you hadn’t signed up on that site. “Why…why did you pick my profile? Out of all of them.”

His heart lurches at the idea of you being right next door and hungry. If he had known, he would have had you over every night for dinner. “Honestly?” He looks over at you with a smile. “It was the fact that you were honest about what you needed. You needed a hand and weren’t expecting to get showered with gifts.” He admits. “Plus I really liked you stating up front that you weren’t going to sleep with someone just because you were being supported by them.” He merges into traffic. “What about you? What made you trust me? You could have ignored the match.”

You smile, “you seemed sweet. Genuine. You didn’t immediately ask me for nudes. You didn’t ask me to fuck you for money. So many men on there are gross and just immediately want sex. You didn’t. You wanted to help me. I think that’s when I started to fall in love with you” You admit.

He picks up your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. “I did. I wish I had known, before that.” He tells you quietly. “I would have had you over to cook dinner with me every night. Instead of spending weeks ordering take out by myself.” He sighs. “I like helping.”

Your heart melts at his words and you watch him as he navigates the way home. “Perhaps we can have dinner together now?” You ask, feeling hopeful. He grins and nods, making your heart flutter. He is soon pulling into his parking spot and he cuts the engine before rushing around to open your door. You smile and take his hand as he helps you out. “Thank you baby” You coo, feeling your stomach twist in anticipation.

There is something exciting knowing that you are on the elevator with him. You know the way, your apartment is right next to his. One wall of the apartment was actually shared with yours. His unit is at the end of the hallway so he wasn’t sure which, but he is hoping you can tell him. Hand curling around your waist, he hums and presses his hips to your head. “We can spend as much time together as you want, baby.” He tells you as he hits the button for your floor. “The commute to seeing each other is short.”

You giggle and nod, cupping his cheek to drag his face towards yours. You press your lips to his as the elevator moves to your floor. You whimper into his mouth and slide your tongue to caress his, the need for him surging. You know it’s not a one night stand. You know Marcus. You know Marc. The same man. The man who helped you. The man you love.

Marcus turns and pushes you back up against the car wall, pinning you against it and moaning into your mouth as he presses up against you. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He begs, kissing along your jaw and sucking on the soft skin over your pulse. “What do you want me to do to you?” His hands slide down to cup your ass. “Can I taste you?”

You whine, nodding as you grip his shirt. “Yes. Yes. I want that. Want to taste you too” You moan when he squeezes your ass. The elevator doors ding as they open and you grab his hands from your ass, dragging him down the hall to his apartment door. “Come on handsome” You coo, leaning against the wall while you wait for him to open the door.

It's new, having someone drag him back to his own place. It's happened maybe once or twice, but Marcus loves that you are so eager. He digs his keys out of his pocket and manages to get the door open, letting you in first before he closes it behind the two of you and locks it before he traps you against the door to kiss you again.

You moan, dropping your purse to the floor to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. Moaning his name before his tongue meets yours yet again. You reach up to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. “Marcus” You whine when he kisses down your neck just as you manage to shove the shirt off of his shoulders.

Groaning at your touch, he presses against your hip, pushing the very prominent bulge against you. His own fingers reach for your blouse and he hums. “So pretty baby.” He praises against your skin as he slides the buttons free. “You always look so pretty.” He loves the heat of your hands against his skin. “I- fuck, I was trying so hard not to look that morning, but your pajamas were so sexy.”

You smirk, “those aren’t even my sexy pajamas.” You tell him and reach down to cup him through his pants. “You always look so sexy in your suits. So sexy baby” You murmur, kissing along his neck as you unbutton his pants, pulling the zipper down. You reach in to pull his cock out, moaning as you look down to admire the thick cock in your hand

“Fuck.” He grunts and his body sways slightly when you give him an experimental pump. His own fingers tremble as he pulls your shirt down your arms to reveal the pretty lace bra. “For me baby?” He coos, reaching up to cup your breasts. “We need to go to the bedroom before we end up having sex right here.” He confesses, knowing that he wants you spread out in his bed before that happens.

You ignore him, shifting to kneel down so you’re pressed between the wall and the man in front of you. Looking over at him as you lean forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Pressing your tongue against the tip and groaning at the drop of precum that coats your lower lip. You whimper and take him deeper, keeping your eyes on his as you caress his thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Marcus leans forward and braces his arms against the wall, moaning when he sees your eyes looking up at him. It’s not like he hasn’t had a blowjob before, he has. He’s just not had one in a long time that is so enthusiastically given. “Gonna - fuck, gonna make you cum baby.” He groans out, cock twitching in your throat. “Want you to bust all over my face t-twice.”

You moan around his cock at his words and you wrap your fingers around his cock. Pumping the base as you work the head, groaning at the way he moans your name. You look up at him, eyes watering a little as you take him deeper, widening your jaw. Your hand slides up to fondle his balls, rolling them slowly.

“Shit.” He hisses, biting his lip and his hips jolt forward to push his cock even further down your throat, making you gag. “Sorry.” He pants out, pulling his hips back so you can catch your breath. “It’s been- it’s been a long time since-” He flushes slightly and reaches down to caress your cheek, moaning when you take him back into your mouth.

You catch your breath and you grip the back of his thighs, pushing him deeper and you swallow around him. Making him groan and you close your eyes when he cums. Swallowing every drop, you caress the back of his thighs and work him through it.

His stomach clenches and he whines while his cum spurts down your throat. He had wanted to take care of you first but his knees are buckling from how hard you are making him cum. He pants, slightly giggly when you pull away and he drags you up for a kiss, not caring that you had just swallowed his cum. “Fuck baby, let me take you to bed.” He begs.

You giggle as he drags you through his apartment and to his bedroom. You reach behind you to unclasp your bra as you kick off your heels and toss the bra aside to expose your breasts to his dark gaze. “Marcus” You whisper as he stands there staring.

“You are so beautiful.” He praises as he pushes his jeans down and kicks off his loafers. You’ve already stripped his shirt off. “Fuck baby, lay down and let me take care of you.”

You obey his order, laying down on the bed and you shift back to relax against the pillows as you watch him kneel on the bed. You are bold and decide to spread your legs.

“Oh fuck.” The sight of your cunt is making his mouth water. “That’s a really pretty pussy baby.” He coos, kneeling down on the bed and caressing your ankle. He slides his hand up and shuffles forward. “Looks delicious.” He grins at you, dimple on display when he bends down and kisses your knee. “I need to find out if it tastes as good as it looks.”

His words combined with his hungry eyes have you moaning out his name, begging him for more. He kisses along your thigh and switches over, making you whine. “Please baby. Don’t tease” You plead.

“I don’t want to tease my girl.” He murmurs, settling between your thighs and looking up at you. He gives you a small, playful wink before he opens his mouth and buries his tongue in your wet folds. Moaning at how good you taste and making sure that he drags his tongue up and down your slit.

You gasp, watching him slide his tongue through your folds until the tip flicks over your clit. Making your hips jerk and you whimper. He repeats the action and you fling your leg over his shoulder, determined to get him to give you more. “Please Marcus. You’re teasing” You warn when he circles the wet skin around your clit.

He chuckles into your folds and pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking on it softly while he slides his fingers around your entrance. He smirks and pushes two fingers inside you and curls them up to push against your walls.

You moan as his fingers curl inside of you. You whimper and reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Oh fuck Marcus. Yes! Yes! So good” You moan and buck your hips up to meet his mouth. His lips suck your clit and it doesn’t take you long to fall over the edge. “Fuck!” You cry and clamp down on his fingers.

His mouth stops sucking but he keeps sliding his tongue around your cunt, dipping down to lap at the juices that are leaking out from around his now still fingers. “That was once baby, need you to do this again.” He needs more time to recuperate and he loves the sight of you cumming for him.

You can’t believe he’s made you cum once. So many guys have been so bad you’ve faked it. You slump back against the pillows, unable to believe he wants you to cum around his fingers again. Your walls flutter around his digits until he slowly works them in and out of you. “Oh Marcus” You whine.

“Hmmm I like the way you say my name like that Bee.” He coos, smiling up at you as he laps at your clit again. “And you are so sweet, just like honey.” He lowers his mouth back to your clit again, sucking and licking while his fingers continue to move inside you.

You love his words, feeling worshipped and you love the way he says your nickname. You love the way he sucks your clit. You moan again, your heel digging into the back of his back. “I’m - oh love you” You cry.

Other people may think that it’s crazy for people who just met to be doing this, or for them to be saying those words, but at this moment it’s perfect. He whines into your folds, touching you and hearing your cries starting to make his cock stir again and he grinds against the bed while he keeps it up. “My beautiful girl.” He groans, rolling his tongue over your clit again before he sucks it back into his mouth.

His words make you fall over the edge. Moaning his name as he sucks on your clit and you cry out, clamping down on his fingers while his tongue sucks your clit. “Marcus. Marcussss” You hiss as he works you through it, his fingers squelching as they pump into you until you are pushing his hand away.

His hair is unruly and his mouth glistening with your juices as he sits back on his haunches, caressing your thigh while you catch your breath. “Do you want more, beautiful?” He asks softly. “Or do you want to wait?” He wants you, but he also wants to make sure, doubly sure that you actually want this. He doesn’t want any feelings of regret tomorrow morning. “It’s up to you.”

You meet those dark eyes full of lust but the consideration on his face makes you nod. You look down at his hard cock and you can’t help but reach out to pump him. “I want you Marcus. I want you inside of me. Do you have a condom?” You ask, wanting him to feel safe too. “I’m on birth control” You confirm too, “and I’m clean.” You promise. You haven’t been with anyone since your asshole of an ex.

“I do, but-” The choice of a condom is completely up to you. “I have a test, a clean bill of health.” He flushes when he realizes how that sounds. “I- uh, I found a new primary doctor and just had a physical when I went in.” He explains, not wanting you to think that he had planned on having sex with you. “But it’s up to you, completely.”

You continue to pump his cock and look back at him. “I want you inside of me. Bare. I- I want to feel all of you.” You tell him and bite your lip, wanting to feel him when he cums inside of you. “If you’re okay with that?” You ask, releasing his cock.

“Shit yes.” Marcus grunts out, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It’s less gentle than he wants, but he shows surprising restraint for how badly he wants you. “I love you baby.” He murmurs as he positions your legs on either side of his hips and starts to slide his cock up and down your slit, moaning at how hot and wet you are.

You shiver at the feel of the head of his cock brushing your folds over and over again. “Don’t tease” You echo your earlier words and he chuckles before pushing his cock inside of you. You whine at the stretch and you caress his shoulders and back.

“B-ee.” Marcus’ teeth snap together and he keens at how tight you are around him. A perfect fit with your wall stretching around him. “Oh fuck.” He huffs, needing to take a minute for himself before he ends things too soon. He turns his head, scattering kisses along your jaw. “Perfect, so fucking perfect.” He babbles between kisses as he rocks in minute thrusts.

You caress every inch of his body you can reach and you moan at the way his lips feel on your skin. “God Marc. Feels so good. You’re so big” You whine and tilt your head back as he kisses down your throat. “Faster” You plead when his short thrusts become torturous. You want him to be deep inside of you, you want to watch his face as he comes apart. “More” You beg, reaching down to squeeze his ass, pushing him deeper.

He groans, twitching deep inside you when your fingers dig into the meat of his ass. “God baby.” He hisses, pulling back and starting to thrust inside you, his hips slapping against your thighs while his cock plunges in and out of your body. He huffs when you squeeze him tight and wrap your legs around his hips and lock them behind his back.

You are lost, whimpering his name over and over as he rocks into you. You slide your hands along his back and scratch your nails down his shoulders, making his cock twitch inside of you. “Yes baby. Yes. Like that. Just like that” You sob, feeling your cunt gush as he hits deep. “Marcus!” You cry out, nails digging into his back.

Marcus pants, starting to work himself into you harder and faster, spurred on by your cries and the sting of your nail in his back. “Fuck yes, baby.” He moans, ducking his head down and kissing your neck. “Cum for me baby, soak me.” He begs. “Cum for me.”

The way his cock presses against the spot inside of you has you screaming his name. A sob escaping your lips as you cum, soaking his cock as your nails dig so hard they draw blood. “Oh fuckkk” You whine, gasping for breath as your body shakes beneath him.

He growls, and hisses at the feeling of your cum soaking him. The pain in his back and he knows he will keep the sweet sting for days after tonight. He groans, thrusts are frantic as his rhythm falters and he slams into you four or five more times before the cords on his neck are straining and he is shouting out your name while he fills you. Hot spurts of cum painting your walls with every pulsing throb of his cock.

“Oh Marc. Yes yes yes” You pant, closing your eyes at the feel of his cum filling you up. “I love you. I love you baby” You ramble, caressing the markets you made on his back. “Love you so much.” You choke and kiss his jaw. Unable to believe how lucky you are to be able to love a man like this.

He groans and reaches up to smooth your hair back, giving you a satisfied grin. “I love you too Bee.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead and then your lips before he gently pulls out of you and rolls to the side. He sighs and gazes down at you in complete adoration. “Do you want something to drink?” He asks, stroking your side gently. “I know you have to go to the bathroom, but I can get you water, wine? I have some juice?”

You nod, "some water would be nice. I'm gonna go pee." You tell him, shuffling off of the bed carefully so his cum doesn't get on the sheets. You groan as you waddle into the bathroom, peeing and cleaning yourself up. Marcus hands you a glass of water after you settle back into the pillows. Looking at Marcus, you cannot believe how lucky you are. "So...are you happy you signed up on that app?" You tease Marcus after he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"So happy" He hums and you smile, nuzzling into his side.

"Me too. So you still don't want me to call you daddy?" You joke and he wrinkles his nose.

"Please don't. Only when we have kids" He says and you raise your eyebrows.

"When?" You chuckle and he blushes. "It's okay" You cut him off before he can say anything, "I want a future with you too baby. One day at a time." You stroke his arm and sigh, unable to believe that you've found the love of your life off of an app. One day he will be called daddy. You're sure of it.

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sodomitecastiel · 3 years

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Do you have any recommended spn fics? To be restored is consuming all of my non fenario brainspace

This is in no way an exhaustive list - @jewishcharliebradbury is the one to go for that - but these are some favorites of mine, please always heed their tags just in case!

Putting it under a readmore because I'm a wordy bastard:

Sky Verse by starandrea: Angelic civil war! The crispest, most in-character dialogue! Vast, sprawling worldbuilding! Dean and Cas get together and are very bad at it for a long time! This series obsesses me the way other people are obsessed with dta (which I have not read for fear of commitment but fully intend to eventually).

To Be Restored by serenetyfails: You mentioned this one already but it's worth repeating - it's my favorite trans spn fic that I didn't write myself. Cas's transmasc identity is handled so carefully and so competently, Dean flips out in a way that's both in character and still kind to him, and Sam and Rowena are wonderfully fleshed out. I think many people would look at the premise and worry it's either misogynistic or fetishy, but it's neither, it's such a love letter to Cas's well-earned masculinity. Also, I'm obsessed with Rowena knowing and being buddies with a lot of trans women witches :)

Talk Therapy by shara: This is one of my favorite 'Dean is bad at asking for things' fics, it deals with his inability to want things past what he can give to others really well. I also appreciate that not everything in their relationship is fixed just because they're together, although the amount they love each other is always obvious.

Epilogue by JayneL: A weird little time travel story that is NOT a fixit for endverse, but is exceptionally kind to endverse Cas anyway. It aches very badly. I remember it being pretty trippy but also having to sit and look at the ceiling a while after reading it.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim: Cas dates a normal human man with a good soul for a little while before he gets with Dean. Both of them know it isn't for forever, but they look after each other anyway. Told through the lens of story-swapping between gay friends and written with so much care & love. (You can thank @okologie for finding this one and making me read it despite my reservations.)

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo: Everyone recommends this fic but it's for a reason. Probably the best post-retirement fic there is, and definitely helped me form the neural connections to write Fenario, haha, I can't recommend this one enough. The complicated Dean and Sam issues are held with just as much weight as the Dean and Cas ones, although both are handled gently.

you and me in the war of the end times by stickthelanding (@tallahasseemp3): Alma knocked it out of the park with this one. THEE shotgunning fic. I've reread it more times than I can count, it has the loveliest atmosphere. I want to gnaw on this prose, said with love!

A Drinking Song by Balder12: Endverse snapshot. This one is mostly just bone hurting juice but it's one of my favorite characterizations of them - sometimes I find that endverse stories either make Cas way too soft or fucked up in a way I find goes too far in a direction I don't agree with, this one feels pitch perfect.

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12: All time fave angel true form fic!!! It's deliciously weird and fun, definitely a mind-melter. I only read it the once but sometimes I think about it and get a funny little shiver.

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara: This is another 'universal favorite', but also for good reason. Extraordinarily tender, it's my personal favorite Cas-grows-a-garden post canon story, especially because it manages to write a jealousy plotline that doesn't make me want to bite and kill. Dean's voice is exactly right and everything unfurls with this tender inevitability, idk how else to describe it! It also ends on a final image that's so lovely it's seared into my brain.

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx by pantheon_of_discord: Nobody does vignettes like supernatural writers. I love the way the road feels in this one, and how carefully picked each moment is. A string of pearls, this fic.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by blinkiesays: Dean and Cas get trapped in the midwest by a curse that doesn't let them leave the state, and they want to break it until they don't. Being trapped gives them an excuse to want to settle down, but the route they take to get there is, of course, circuitous. This one hurts a little because it takes place while Sam is dead, but it isn't gratuitous in its sadness. Sweet and melancholy.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo: FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE. I push this one at everyone I can. I'm extremely picky about 'Dean's self loathing' fics, mainly because I think it can veer easily into melodrama, but this author weaves Dean's self hatred and his anger together very seamlessly, in a way that feels real to the show. Also, Cas is perfect.

sweeter coming from my hand by perilously: A story that I liked before Nov5 and withstood the test of time!! Dean and Cas get married/soul-bound in order to both remove the Mark of Cain and fix Cas's grace. Features a formative scene for me where Cas expresses worries about if he has a soul and Dean raps knuckles on his chest, going, "knock knock, sounds like a soul in there." If you like this one, perilously has many good fics that are just as in character.

On Labor by a_good_soldier: I very nearly couldn't finish this one, but not because it's bad, haha. The premise just makes me want to tear my clothes in mourning - Dean knows Cas is in love with him, after getting him back from the Empty, and decides that he should give him what he wants without realizing that he wants it too. Dean performatively dating Cas while trying to talk himself into liking it (not knowing that he does actually like it) is exactly the kind of convoluted bullshit Dean's internalized homophobia would do to him. Nauseating and spectacular. Sticks in your brain for weeks.

canticles by 2street2car: An excellent 'weird girl best friends' fic. After striking out at the brothel, Dean decides to treat Cas to the "first date experience" himself, since the guy might die the next day. To sum it up succinctly: the rituals are intricate. And dirty dancing is referenced!

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon: As the author states themself, this fic is a love letter to California - it's a road trip casefic that's so rooted in place, the setting is rich and lush and the atmosphere makes me ache, and not just because it's set in my home state! I saved this one for last because this is another prolific author who has many stories I come back to again and again (Sweet Home and Love: A Retrospective are particularly good), they really don't miss. Usually when I read fic, it's a mad dash to the finish, but I took my time with this one. I highly encourage you to do the same :)

#dear god. ok. this got long #if u want more recs i mean it alie is Thee fic reccer i trust #but these are some gems i carry around w me :)#nathaniel.txt #answered #fic rec

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Bad Timing (Levi x Reader) Part 5

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend?

Work Count: 6.3K

You were angry. Of course Levi had to go and stir the pot right before the holiday season. The time of year when he spent the most of his hours at your home. Even though he spent most of his time at your house throughout the whole year, this amount of time typically doubled through the months of October through December. The remaining weeks in October were the worst. You both expertly avoided one another, Petra and Levi continued to see each other exclusively. This turned out to be bittersweet for you, the pros were that Levi was busy trying to please Petra to spend too much time at your house. But also it stung to see him with her, even though you had no right to feel jealous.

The two weeks after your kiss, you spent holed up in your room, your phone set on do not disturb. After binging Gossip Girls and all of the classic Disney movies, you finally decided that instead of focusing on romance, you would devote yourself to school. Thankfully you weren't the only person that favored school over social gatherings, you found yourself spending countless hours in the school's musty library with Armin. He was so easy to get along with, down to earth, kind, and most importantly, he was too shy to ask you about anything too personal. Today was one of those days, it was nearing the end of November, the trees had shed their leaves, bearing the naked bark. And the weather was constantly changing. Some days it would snow, others it would pour rain, but that was just the midwest for you. Glancing up from the textbook that had held your attention for the past two hours, your were pleased to see a flurry of fat snowflakes spiraling downwards. The window had frost creeping up from the corners, thank God, maybe the weather would finally settle and allow the snow to stick for once. You could feel Armin staring at you, his eyes piercing the back of your skull. a feeling you had become familiar with. Turning back to face him, he averted his eyes, a comforting pink creeping onto his cheeks with the embarrassment of being caught.

"It's really coming down huh?" you tried to initiate some light small talk.

"Yeah! Hopefully it will stick." Armin responded, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips as he returned his attention back to his homework. You hummed, glancing back down at the yellowing pages of the old history textbook, a frown marring your features.

"What's wrong? Need some help?" Armin asked, standing up from his seat and coming to stand behind you.

"Oh, well I guess I'm just confused about this law." you pulled the response from your ass. Of course you understood Roe v. Wade, you just didn't want to tell Armin that you were ready to leave. He always made this face that reminded you of a puppy that just got drop kicked.

"Roe v. Wade huh? I can help you with that no problem!" his baby blue eyes lit up, he pulled the nearest chair up to the table, the legs loudly scratching against the rickety library floors.

"Great, thanks!" you tried to sound excited, and you tried even harder to focus on Armin's summary of Roe v. Wade.

"Easy right?" Armin chirped, his finger hovering over the paragraph that explained the law.

"You're right, I think that I just need a break. My brain feels fried." you moaned, folding your arms across the desk and burying your head in your arms.

"Likewise." Armin agreed, dragging his chair closer to yours not very subtly.

"Want to go grab a coffee?" you asked, barely lifting your head to glance at him.

"Sure." he beamed, his innocent face completely lighting up. Your library had a small coffee shop nestled in the back, the cafe was run by students who had free periods. Granted the coffee wasn't the best, but it still did the job. You thanked the girl behind the counter as she passed you your steaming cup of dark liquid. Armin was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited for his order, you busied yourself with mixing in sugar and some creamer. Finally the barista gave Armin his latte and the two of you meandered back to your corner. You slowly began packing your things, hoping that Armin would get the hint and you would be able to escape the stuffy library. Armin noticed, you closed the book with a sigh and began stuffing pens and other writing utensils into your small pencil case.

"Ready to call it a day?" Armin asked his lips hovering over the steaming hot coffee.

"Yeah, I told Hange that I would be ready to leave by the time she finished with Science Olympiad." you sighed, gathering the assortment of books that you had pulled from the shelves getting up to return them to their rightful places.

"Oh gotcha, same time Thursday?" He asked hopefully, his light blue eyes meeting yours. You clicked your tongue and grimaced, shooting him an apologetic look.

"Ah I would but my mom has Thursday off so I was going to have dinner with her." you explained, watching Armin get that kicked puppy look, that look always had a way of making your heart hurt.

"Aw well have fun!" he waved you off, the sad look on his face replaced with a small forced smile.

"Thanks Armin, I'll see you in Chem tomorrow." you smiled sweetly at him as you turned to leave.

"Bye!" he waved goodbye to you as you pulled the large door open and slipped out. Sparing a glance at your watch you sighed, Hange should be done in the next 5 minutes. But knowing her she would take another 20 minutes to wrap up her Science Olympiad meeting. So you leisurely strolled down the empty stone corridor, your eyes trained on the large windows that lined the hallway and overlooked the courtyard. The library was on the second floor, which gave you a perfect view of the school grounds. The snow seemed to be falling faster now, the flakes were beginning to stick to the blades of grass, giving the lawn a patchy appearance. Hopefully Hange had remembered her snow scraper, surely the car would have a coating of frost on the windows by now. It would not be the first time that the two of you had to scrape ice from her windows using your credit cards or your school ids.

You turned your attention back to the stony corridor, you had almost reached the stairs. You began your descent, a hand loosely gliding down the cold stone banister. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what Erwin's plans were for this evening, did he plan to eat dinner with you? Or would he run off with Hange as he had been doing for the past week or so? You had noticed that the pair had been spending more time alone as of late, and you couldn't blame them. Erwin was already committed to Notre Dame, a prestigious school known for football and extraordinary academics. Hange had recently been accepted into Princeton, one of the eight ivy league schools, and she was ecstatic. This however means that they will attending schools in different states. You knew that they planned to continue dating despite the distance, personally you were a tad skeptical of long distance relationships, but you knew that they were both mature enough to continue seeing each other.

You paused on the landing between floors, the sound of laughter was echoing off the stoney walls.

"That was a dirty move Kirstein!" you recognized Eren's agitated voice, which was closely followed by the hearty laughter of Conny and Marco.

"Pay closer attention next time Jeager." Jean teased, a smile spread across your lips at the sound of your friends. Their presence motivated you to jog down the remaining stairs and turn the corner. Just at you poked your head around the corner your eyes landed on the group of boys walking towards you.

"Oi (Y/n)! Where's Armin?" Eren called out to you first and you waved.

"Still in the library." you jabbed your thumb back towards the stairs behind you.

"Classic." Conny sniggered as he adjusted his duffle bag on his shoulder. You pursed your lips as you took in their uniforms. They wore soccer jerseys and shorts, a matching set of forest green, the school crest, a pair of wings one blue and one white, rested above their left breast over their hearts.

"Indoor soccer?" you asked, nodding towards the ball tucked under Marco's arm. The boy nodded and tossed you the ball.

"Season just started." he stated proudly, you easily caught the ball and smiled at him. Marco was your age, but you didn't usually spend time with him outside of school. The two of you had grown close the year prior when you had been in the same gym class, but since then you hadn't spoken very much.

"How exciting." you murmured as you gripped the ball in your hands. The boys nodded and you tossed the ball back to Marco.

"What are you doing here so late?" Jean asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Studying for the Government test with Armin." you shrugged, tucking your hands in your pockets. Things had been tense in your friend group since you and Jean had began casually seeing one another. The two of you had gone out on a handful of dates over the past month, all of them enjoyable. But you knew you didn't want a full blown relationship, something you still needed to tell Jean.

"Ah gotcha. So will you be coming to Sasha's friendsgiving party this weekend?" Jean inquired, his eyes shined with a glint of hope.

"Oh, I almost forgot about that! Yeah I'll be there." you smiled, a rush of excitement running through you when you remembered the invitation you had received earlier this week.

"What are you bringing?" Conny butted in, licking his lips. You hummed thoughtfully, what would you bring?

"Maybe macaroni and cheese? Or a pie?" You thought aloud as you lifted a hand to cup your chin. Conny groaned and grabbed your shoulder.

"Pie, please for the love of God bring your pie." he begged, his hand squeezing your shoulder. You giggled at this eagerness, and nodded. Pies were easy enough to bake, and if that's what people wanted then you would be more than happy to deliver.

"Thank you thank you thank you-" Conny shook you as he thanked you profusely, Eren snarled and tugged the two of you apart, while Marco and Jean laughed.

"Knock it off baldy." he hissed as he tossed Conny back. You chuckled and waved your hands dismissively.

"I'd better go, Hange should be done soon." you sighed, your eyes straying to the nearest window, you gasped. The snow was coming down in thick swirls, the sun had dipped below the horizon, making it difficult to see much through the snow.

"Oh wow, that's a lot of snow!" Marco exclaimed as he turned to follow your gaze. Jean let out a low whistle, Conny squealed excitedly.

"Yeah I better get going." you called over your shoulder as you made a break for the west wing, which was where the senior parking lot was located. The halls were dark, you only crossed paths with one janitor who didn't even glance up at you. You paused at the door at the end of the hallway and squinted out into the blizzard. The parking lot was dark, a clear indicator that Hange had not arrived to warm up the car before you.

"Ah there you are, perfect timing!" Hange's booming voice startled you as it echoed through the empty hall.

"Oh Hange, thank God, please tell me you have your scraper." you fretted, Hange grimaced, giving you an apologetic smile.

"Yeah about that..." she muttered, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. You groaned and reached into your backpack for your wallet. You fished out your drivers license and your credit card and turned back to the snowy parking lot.

"Better get started then." you grumbled, Hange laughed anxiously and moved to open the door for the both of you.

"Right."

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You flexed your raw fingers by the vents as they blasted hot air into the cabin of the car. Hange was rubbing her hands together furiously and blowing hot air on her own frigid fingers.

"For the love of God, just keep the scraper in the car year round." you moaned as you slid your id back into your wallet.

"Might be a good idea actually." Hange stuttered between the chattering of her teeth. You huffed, tucking your hands underneath your thighs in an attempt to regain the feeling in your hands. Hange shifted the gear to drive and slowly pulled the car out of the parking lot, the wipers squeaking against the glass as they swiped the relentless snow off of the windshield.

"So, what do you want for dinner kiddo?" she gushed, her coppery eyes glinting mischievously.

"I dunno, something hot." you jabbed back, shifting on your hands.

"Whole gangs going to be there!" Hange prodded, clearly attempting to get a reaction from you.

"Great, who's cooking?" you taunted, shooting her a smile to show that you meant well.

"Oh well I guess Nanaba could." Hange mused, pleased with your good natured jabs.

"Great I'm starving." you leaned back and closed your eyes. Hange chuckled and turned her eyes back to the dark road ahead.

The drive took longer than usual due to the heavy snowfall. The roads were slick with the fresh snow, which stuck stubbornly to the road due to the lack of traffic on the country roads. But you made it to your house without a hitch. Erwin's minivan was already covered in a layer of snow, and Levi's BMW was untouched, Mike and Nanaba had not yet arrived. Hange parked and the two of you quickly gathered your belongings and walked briskly to the front door. You kicked your feet on the mat before entering, the foyer already a bit wet due to snow being tracked in on shoes. You peeled off your shoes with Hange and carried your things upstairs, Hange following close behind. Hange slipped into Erwin's room while you dropped your bag in your own room. You hadn't seen your brother or his short friend yet which was odd, they usually hung out in the kitchen. You met Hange back in the hall, her glasses, which had fogged up when you had entered the house were perched atop of her auburn hair.

"Where are they?" you asked bluntly as you watched her scrub the spectacles with the hem of her sweater.

"Beats me, let's go make some soup or something." Hange shrugged, holding her glasses up to the light to inspect the lenses. So you jogged down the stairs and began pawing through the pantry through the abundance of canned goods. You frowned at the cream of mushroom soup and set it back into the pile before refocusing.

"Heyyy now we're talking!" Hange crooned, you turned to see her pulling out a frozen pizza from the depths of your freezer. You scoffed before turning back to the pantry, a frown settling on your features.

"How about tomato soup and grilled cheese?" you offered as you pulled out two cans of tomato soup and a loaf of bread. Hange shrugged and tossed the pizza back into the freezer, she then opened the fridge and pulled out an assortment of cheese. The two of you fell into your effortless rhythm Hange stirred the soup while you began to cook the sandwiches. Finally the front door banged open, Levi's combat boots squeaking as he walked into the house, he haphazardly kicked off the shoes and stalked into the kitchen and straight into the living room. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you watched him walk through the house, his arms full with kindling. Erwin followed closely behind, his arms also full of firewood. So that's where the pair had been. Hange fawned over them, greeting Erwin by dusting off bits of bark from his coat before turning to pat Levi's head. Levi swatted her sticky hands off of his head and glared at her menacingly.

"Hands off four eyes." Levi hissed, he ducked expertly underneath her arm and fled to the kitchen where you were flipping a grilled cheese. Erwin and Hange began the chore of lighting the fire while you took on the task of cooking as per usual. Levi frowned at the sight of the damp foyer and turned on his heel to grab the mop. You smiled at the sight of him mopping the floor despite the fact that people were still on their way and it would only end up messy again. Sure enough, just as Levi tossed the dirty water out of the front door and tucked the mop back in the closet, Mike and Nanaba strutted in, arms full of assorted baked goods and board games.

"Hey everybody! Hope we didn't miss anything!" Nanaba trilled as she tracked more snow into the front room. Levi heaved a sigh as he turned to grab the mop, you chuckled and took the container of cookies from her arms so she could take off her jacket. Mike nodded at you as he strolled into the living room where Hange and Erwin were still fumbling to light the fire wood.

"No, we actually only just got home about thirty minutes ago." you assured the blonde as she joined you in the kitchen. She smiled as she watched Mike kneel down to join Erwin and Hange as they blew on the small embers.

"What games did you guys bring?" you attempted to make small talk as you turned back to the task at hand.

"Oh the usuals, Sequence, Candy Land, Clue, etcetera." she waved a hand dismissively as she turned to stir the soup.

"Sounds fun!" you exclaimed as you tossed another sandwich on the plate. Nanaba hummed in response as she smiled stupidly into the soup. You pursed your lips and cocked your head as you studied her.

"Not to be that person but...Have you picked a school yet?" you asked with a small chuckle. She nodded,

"Yeah actually, just picked two days ago!" she beamed, turning to face you once more.

"Wow really?"

"Yeah! I'm going to attend Michigan State University with Mike!" she gushed as she set the spoon off to the side with a clang.

"That's great! Michigan is beautiful, and that's an awesome school." you matched her excitement and dumped the final sandwich on the plate and switched the stove off.

"Thanks! We're super excited." her words were so sweet and filled with love it made you feel sick. You nodded and turned to grab plates and bowls for everyone. Nanaba and Mike had only started dating about a month prior, in fact they had admitted their affections to one another back in October at your house. In a way you envied their effortless relationship, despite only dating for a month they made a great pair. You served yourself and moved to sit at the island in the kitchen. A cheer from the living room told you that the trio had finally ignited the fire, shortly after they piled into the kitchen and began to dish food onto their plates. Levi once again stuffed the mop and bucket back into the closet and feverishly washed his hands before serving himself. As he reached for a grilled cheese the sleeve of his hoodie scrunched up, revealing a new tattoo on his left wrist. Your jaw dropped momentarily, the sight of the fresh ink shocking you. In fact it was so fresh that the skin around the ink was still red and a bit swollen, glistening with the salve. He rounded the island and dropped into the stool to your left, and your eyes went straight to his wrist.

"Fresh ink?" you asked, propping your chin on the heel of your hand as you watched him bring the spoon to his mouth.

"Yeah." he replied, not bothering to elaborate.

"Can I see?" you pressed, Levi shot you a glare as he bit into his sandwich but still lifted his hand for you to pull his sleeve up. You gingerly tugged his sleeve up and a tiny 'awe' escaped your lips. The drawing was extremely minimalistic, the delicate black ink contrasting beautifully with his pale skin tone. It was a small tea cup, with a chip in its rim. Levi scoffed and tugged his arm back.

"That's a good one Levi." you gushed as you turned back to your own meal.

"Thanks." he grumbled as he looked everywhere but your face.

"Where do you get them done?" you asked before taking a huge bite of your sandwich.

"WitchHammer." he grunted, his patience growing thin. All of these questions reminded him of a particular brunette. You hummed in response as you entertained the idea of getting a tattoo for your 16th birthday that was coming up in the next couple of months. You already had an appointment at the shop to get your forward helix pierced on your left ear. The others were getting rowdy on the other side of the island, too engrossed in their conversation to notice the side conversation Levi and you were engaging in.

"Did it hurt?" you quizzed feeling a bit playful. You had missed Levi's bluntness and his shitty sense of humor.

"I would be lying if I said no." he retorted, his sharp eyes catching yours for the first time in weeks. You chuckled and nodded as you chewed your food.

"You think that I would look good with a couple tattoos?" you giggled, smiling broadly at the raven haired boy. He clicked his tongue and turned to take you in, his eyes raking over your form. Finally his eyes settled on your hands, his brows pinched together in thought as he stared.

"Personally...I like minimalistic designs, you could probably pull off some finger tats or hand tats." he mused, you glanced at your hands, interesting. You held your hands up to the light to get a better look and began to think of some small designs that you might be interested in.

"Tattoos are a big commitment, don't just get some stupid shit." Levi lectured as he lifted his cup of tea to his lips, you frowned he was one to talk.

"I know." you decided that tonight wasn't the time to argue with him, especially since this was the first time spending time together in weeks. He nodded but kept a skeptical eye on you as you folded your hands onto your lap and turned to listen to the other conversation. You frowned when you realized they were just talking about prom, awkward. So you decided to clean up, the exhaustion of the long day seemed to hit you like a truck and all you could think about was your bed and all of the work that was due on Sunday. You washed up quickly and waved weakly before trudging up the stairs, thankfully the others didn't seem to care that you were calling it a night early. You changed into a pair of flannel pjs and an old ACDC shirt that had seen better days. You sank into your old desk chair and flicked on the small lamp, you rummaged through your back pack and pulled out your laptop and a notebook. Sparing a glance at the small alarm clock you groaned, it was already well past nine o'clock.

You decided to pick up from where you had left off with your Government notes. Your handwriting started off neat, the ink gliding flawlessly across the lined paper. But by the time you had finished the notes and moved on to your chemistry homework, your handwriting had become rocky at best. You frowned at the smudged ink, the green hue bleeding into the once white paper. With a sigh you reached for your white out and continued to write out the reaction. Once you were finished with Chem, you turned your attention to your research paper for English. As you typed you could feel your eyelids drooping, the words seemed to blur and bend across the computer screen. Closing your eyes for a moment wouldn't hurt would it? A defeated sigh breezed past your lips as you folded your arms across the desk and rested your forehead against your arms to block out the blinding light of your lamp. You yawned and rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up, though this seemed to be unsuccessful. As you slipped into sleep, you recalled the last time you had fallen asleep at your desk and how fucked up your back felt the following week. But your exhaustion won and your head slumped against your desk, any pain you felt would be a problem for future you.

Meanwhile, downstairs the upperclassman were well into their third bottle of wine and their fifth round of Candy Land. Erwin flicked the spinner and moved his piece accordingly, Levi sat back and sipped the dry red wine, Mike had his hand thrown over Nanaba's shoulders casually. Hange was leaning her head heavily against Erwin's shoulder and Levi swore he had never felt like such a loser in his whole life. If you were down here at least he wouldn't be the only person down here that was single. Hange howled as Erwin pushed his piece past hers, always the sore looser. Nanaba giggled drunkenly as she choked on her glass of wine. Levi rolled his eyes, his friends were past tipsy now, but not quite drunk, and this was usually when Levi would leave. He hated dealing with drunk people, they were messy and loud, the mere thought of any of them vomiting made him cringe. He waited until the spinner came around to him before he excused himself.

"Count me out." he held up his hand to deny the spinner as Mike tried to hand it to him.

"Awe come on Levi! We can't let Erwin win for the fifth time in a row!" Mike begged as Levi stood up and picked up his glass of wine.

"No." Levi denied, his voice growing colder. The group collectively called for him to stay, their voices a bit unsteady due to the alcohol. Levi shrugged them off and carefully stepped over Hange, she snagged his ankle and held him in a vice grip.

"No, don't go Levi! Finish this game please!" she whimpered as she pressed her face into his calf. His nose wrinkled in disgust at the sudden contact, Erwin chuckled and pulled Hange back and pressed a kiss to her temple. Yeah it was definitely time for him to go to bed, besides he needed to put some vaseline on his fresh ink. He slid into the upstairs bathroom, the sound of his friends laughing fading into the background. Tugging up his sleeve his hissed at the feeling of the raw skin coming in contact with the cold air. He pawed through the drawers, pausing at the sight of your feminine hygiene products. He usually used the downstairs restroom since the guest room was in the basement. He slammed the drawer shut and moved onto the next one, a relieved sigh escaping his lips at the sight of the familiar jar of vaseline. He swiped the jelly onto his tiny tea cup tattoo and rolled his sleeve back down, the soothing jelly immediately calming the irritated skin.

On his way out of the bathroom he noticed the small sliver of light that shined through your cracked door. He glanced down at his wrist watch and frowned, it was one thirty in the morning, you had supposedly gone to bed hours ago. He glanced down the stairs, from the bathroom he could see the open floor layout of the living room, where all of his friends were still gathered. He steeled himself and padded up to your door, he lifted his hand and rapped the backs of his knuckles against the surface. He frowned when there was no response, he gently pushed the door open and tentatively stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the only light emitting from the small lamp on your desk. His eyes softened at the sight of you slumped onto your desk, but quickly hardened at the sight of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He sat his wine glass down as quietly as he could on your nightstand and raked his eyes around your cluttered room in search for a blanket. He spotted a quilt neatly folded on your window seat, he unfolded the blanket and draped it over your shoulders. Just as the blanket was settling on your shoulders and he was pulling his hands back, the door flew open. He jumped, spinning around only to be met with the sight of an unsteady Hange. The brunette's eyes widened at the sight of Levi's hand on the back of your seat.

"What..." her eyes narrowed and she pointed between the two of you.

"Is this?" she finished as she stepped into the room, her body swaying unsteadily. Good question, what was he doing in here?

"I came to shut off her light." Levi lied through his teeth, the truth was that he had wanted to spend more time in your presence.

"Lies." Hange hissed as she pointed accusingly at him.

"Tch, believe what you want four eyes." Levi grunted as he stalked across the room, meaning to make a quick get away before she drew too much attention to this fishy situation.

"Hey don't-" she lunged in an attempt to keep Levi from escaping, spilling her glass of wine onto the white carpet and onto Levi's crisp white hoodie. She caught herself on Levi, a drunk giggle bubbling past her lips as she clung to him. Levi staggered under her weight, his back hitting your wall with a dull thud. You grunted, slowly lifting your head from the desk you turned around to see Levi seething under Hange's weight as she pressed against him. Your eyes widened at the sight, Levi was trying to grab the glass from her hand to prevent further spillage, you were so distracted by the rare sight of Levi and Hange in such close proximity that you didn't notice the quilt falling off your shoulders. You blinked dumbly at the two of them as they grappled for the wine glass, Levi ultimately winning due to Hange's drunken state.

"Levi was peeping on you while you slept." Hange blurted, Levi slammed his hand over her mouth and snarled. You weren't surprised when Levis pulled his hand back with a small gasp, you could just make out the sheen of what you assumed was Hange's drool over his palm. The brunette cackled and staggered away from him and out of the room.

"I'm going to tell Erwin." she sang as she stumbled through the hall with her hand on the wall to guide her.

"Hange don't, it's okay really." you called after her, but your words fell on deaf ears as she rounded the stairs and disappeared.

"Damn it." Levi hissed, his eyes trained on the stain on the ground, he pulled the sweat shirt off of his skin, the alcohol sticking to his skin. You cleared your throat awkwardly as Levi pulled the sweatshirt off. You glanced at the stairs, no sign of Hange and Erwin yet, you could hear the sound of the group stumbling around the kitchen. Hopefully Hange had forgotten and favored grabbing another drink over causing trouble, so you stood up and crossed your room to quietly shut the door. Levi had his head against the wall, his eyes closed expecting an onslaught of accusations. Instead he was surprised to see you digging through your closet, pulling out one of your larger sweatshirts you tossed it to him. He caught the garment and eyed is suspiciously before tugging it over his head.

"Thanks." he mumbled, you waved him off and crossed your room to sit down on your bed.

"What's up?" you questioned, it was certainly out of character for him to be in your room. Levi shrugged and slowly crossed the room to drop down onto your bed next to you.

"Your light was on and I came in to shut it off." Levi replied nonchalantly, his eyes dull as he watched you slip under your covers. A chill ran up your spine, your room always got cold in the winter due to the large windows. After a moment of awkward silence you patted the space beside you, Levi quirked a brow at you but when you smiled at him he slid closer to you. He settled against the headboard with a sigh, you looked up at him, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. He turned and raised a brow skeptically at you, you giggled and turned to slip deeper under your covers. He scoffed but turned to face you, propping himself up on his elbow. From this close proximity you could smell the wine on his breath, you noticed that his pupils were dilated, and his cheeks flushed.

"Thanks...I guess." you muttered as you watched him reach into his pockets and pull out his juul and take a hit. You frowned as he turned his head away from you to exhale, he sighed contentedly and turned to face you once more.

"You're going to get me in trouble." you scoffed as he attempted to offer you the juul.

"You only live once." he smirked as he dangled the device in your face. You gently pushed his hand away from your face, he shrugged and took another drag.

"Are you sleeping over?" you questioned, he simply nodded and pocketed his juul.

"It's like three in the morning." he scoffed rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, I guess..." you trailed off, the house had grown quiet, hopefully Hange had been dragged to bed by Erwin and had long forgotten about snitching on Levi. You weren't sure what Levi was still doing in your bed, you knew that he wouldn't force himself on you, but still he had never spend this much time alone with you since the time you had kissed. Just as you were about to ask him why he was still in your room, you heard the sound of the front door opening and then quickly closing. Your mother was home, you shoved Levi's shoulder and motioned for him to get out of your bed, a surge of panic rushing through you. Your mom would kill you if she saw Levi in your bed this late. Levi grunted and rolled off the bed, landing heavily on the ground with a thud. You winced and pointed at the door, Levi opened his mouth to say something but ultimately turned and stalked towards the door. When he opened the door, he was met with the tired face of your mother. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of Levi.

"Oh, Levi.." she managed to keep her voice even as she took in his appearance, his hair a bit mussed, cheeks pink and wearing your clothes.

"It's not what it looks like mom!" you scrambled out of bed and pushed Levi away from the doorway so that you could address your mother.

"Really..." she narrowed her eyes skeptically as her eyes roamed over your pajamas and messy hair. You grimaced but nodded, she glared at you and heaved a heavy sigh, turning her attention to Levi.

"So your uncle told me that you wouldn't be coming to Christmas this year?" she swiftly changed the subject. Levi blinked, shocked that she had chosen to ignore the suspicious state she had found the two of you in.

"Y-Yeah that's true, I finally saved enough to visit my old friends in France for the holidays." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Is that so?" she hummed, leaning against the door frame and tugging her light jacket closer to her body. Levi nodded and spared you a glance, you looked surprised, but not upset.

"Well that sounds amazing, you'll have to send us a postcard." she mused, Levi nodded and shifted awkwardly.

"Yes ma'm." he responded, your mother nodded pleased with his response.

"How long will you be gone for?" she probed.

"Until January 8th." Levi answered.

"That's a long time." you quipped, Levi glanced at you and nodded.

"How exciting." your mother's response was genuine, she stepped aside allowing him to pass.

"Yeah." he muttered as he slid past and made his way towards the stairs. Once he was out of sight your mother turned to you, her usually soft features pinching into a scowl.

"Explain." she snapped, pointing a finger at the sizable wine stain.

"Hange spilled it, I'll clean it in the morning." you sighed as you eyed the large purple spot.

"Alright, just make sure that it gets cleaned." your mother leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You smiled at her, it was unusual that you got to see her after her shift.

"How was work?" you asked as you eyed her scrubs, noting a mystery stain on her shirt.

"Messy." she sighed as she followed your gaze.

"Did you save lots of lives?" you giggled.

"Of course." your mother jabbed.

"Get some sleep (Y/n)." she hummed, her hand burying into your messy hair to ruffle it affectionately.

"Goodnight mom." you called after her as she descended the staircase, she waved her hand and you slowly shut the door.

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