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tootiecakes234 · 3 months

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Y/N taking care of sick Katsuki

“Katsuki can you please lay your ass down! You’re not going to work!” You say exasperated.

“ ‘ve gotta *disgusting ass sneeze* gotta go. People are dyin.” He says with his words slurred.

He’s been sick since last night and refused to take anything for it, saying it’d wear off by morning.

It hadn’t.

“ ‘Suki I’ve already called the agency and told them you weren’t going to be there. You can’t save anyone in this condition so please…. Just lay down.”

You’re trying to pull him back in the bed because when you left the room for 5 minutes the idiot had gotten up and “tried” to start getting ready.

“You did? What’d they say?” He asks as he lays back reluctantly sits down on the edge of the bed.

“They said they were so shocked and surprised you’d met a sickness that could put up a fight against your immune system. Apparently they took it serious because you’ve never taken a sick day before…. Surprise surprise.”

He slowly leans back into the pillows and fumbles underneath the covers while you tuck him in.

He’s running a fever and extremely congested. Poor thing can hardly sleep because of his nose.

You stand up straight heading to grab another blanket to lay on top of him when you feel his big, hot hand wrap around your wrist. Apparently his reflexes had not been slowed.

“Where ya goin?” He asks sounding a little sad.

It makes you smile.

“I’m just grabbing you another blanket.” And you rub your hands through his hair. He lets out a little sigh.

“And to get you medicine because you’ve gotta get that fever down before it starts to fry your brain. Ya can’t be a know-it-all if you start losing brain cells”

And then you know he wasn’t feeling good because there was no snarky remark to follow up and no resistance when you mentioned the medicine.

All he said was “hurry back” as his eyes fluttered closed.

You get to the medicine cabinet and read through everything there until you find something to treat his symptoms. Then you run to fridge, grab a cup of water and electrolyte packet and mix it together. And grab a blanket from the living room on your way back.

When get back Katsuki is tossing and turning like he can’t get comfortable.

“ ‘m freezing. Is the air on?” He says softly.

“No you just have the chills. Here I got the blanket” and you set everything down then slide the big fluffy blanket on top of him.

“ there you go. Can you sit up a little for me?”

He complies pulling his body up with the little strength he has left.

“Do you have body aches?” You ask as you take 2 of the pills out of the bottle.

“Mmm” and you take that as a yes.

“Here, open.” You say and then your raise the glass of water to his mouth. “Try to drink a little more. You’ve been sweating, you need liquids.”

He takes a couple more gulps before he pulls back from the cup.

He lets out another big sneeze and you grab a tissue to clean his nose. He lets out a loud groan. “I think I’m fucking dying! Is this death??”he lays back pulling the blankets over himself. “If this is it, tell everyone I put up a good fight.”

That makes you chuckle. “You’re not dying. You just never get sick so you don’t know that this is how it feels. You don’t die it just makes you want to.”

“Get your ass in bed and hold me. Might be the last time.” He murmurs pulling on your shirt.

“What if I don’t wanna be up under you? You’re gonna get me sick.”

Suddenly his eyes are stretched open and he’s looking at you like you just cussed him tf out.

“If you don’t get your ass- cough, cough cough, choke- get in bed.” He says all strangled.

“Ok, ok. Maybe you are dying.” You say as you cross overtop of the blankets and lay on top because honestly it’s pretty warm already.

“If you get me sick are you gonna return the favor and take care of me too?” You ask as he snuggles as close as he can with the plethora of blankets between the two of you.

“Don’t I always take care of your cry baby ass.” It’s not even a question so much as it is a smart ass statement.

“Yea but my bedside manner is a lot better than yours.” You inform him while you scratch his scalp”

If he hears that he doesn’t respond but then you hear the mouth breathing he’s been doing even out and you figure out that he’s already sleeping.

He’s turned into such a big baby.

You stop playing is his hair for a second and this man’s brow furrows like he’s about to throw a tantrum so you start up again and his face smooths.

Lmao you were in for a very long day of babying him until he felt like himself again.

*I’m prob gonna do a vice versa where Katsuki takes care of sick reader🤗

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worldlxvlys · 4 months

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FOR THE DWB W MATT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO A FIC WHERE HE COMES OVER N THE GUY IS STILL THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN🙏🏻🙏🏻 YOU DONT HAVE TO THO ID JUST LOVE TO SEE IT👁️👁️

lose your shit

dwb! matt x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, cursing

based on these texts, it won’t really make sense if you don’t read them.

a/n: the guy’s name is alex, i hope you like this <333

shit shit shit shit.

this is not good. i look over to the man laying in my bed, he was in a dead sleep.

matt doesn’t live that far away, maybe 10 minutes tops. however, he could have left before he even sent that text.

fuck.

i began to shake alex awake. “you gotta wake up, dude”

after a few seconds, he stirred and opened his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, letting out a yawn.

“nothing. you just really need to fucking go”

“alright damn, but what’s the rush?”

“please just hurry up, i don’t have time for this” i said, pulling him off the bed.

“damn, was the sex that bad?” i didn’t even answer, just looked him up and down.

“alright, jeez” i collected his clothes from the floor and handed them to him.

he took the hint, beginning to get dressed.

when he was done he just stood there.

“was there something else you needed?” i asked trying to figure out why he wouldn’t leave.

“can i at least brush my teeth?”

“does this look like a fucking hotel to you? take your shit, and get out. now.” i answered, starting to get annoyed.

he just stared at me, mouth open.

“you do have a tooth brush and running water at your house, correct?”

“well, yeah. but-“

“ok that is amazing, lovely, the quicker you get out of my house, the quicker you can take care of your dental hygiene” i said nudging him out of my room.

i pushed him all the way to my door. maybe there is hope for this man after all.

when i opened the door, there stood matt.

fucking hell.

that has to be the worst timing i’ve ever had in my entire life.

his eyes immediately snapped toward alex. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i could ask you the same thing, matty-boy”

they know each other.

the two men stared at each other, never breaking the intense glare.

“oh great! you two know each other! well, alex was just about to head home so, y’all can catch up later” i said, trying to get him to walk away.

“actually, i think i’m gonna stay” he said, looking matt up and down.

well, shit.

this was like something out of a god damn movie. and while it didn’t surprise me that matt was acting this way, i wasn’t expecting this from alex.

alex did not seem like the type of guy to start a fight, he seemed more like the type to run away from one. he simply wasn’t built for it, at least, that’s what i thought.

matt clenched his jaw before grabbing alex by his shirt, pulling him outside and pushing him against my house.

“jesus christ, matt” i said in shock.

“what ya gonna do matty? gonna hit me?” matt did just that, swinging at alex’s face.

“you need to stay the fuck away from her. got it?”

“no can do, matty pooh. i can’t lie, she’s a good fuck”

matt didn’t like his comment, as he pulled his fist back to punch alex again.

alex, however, was quicker this time. he caught matt’s fist with one hand and swung at him with the other.

yeah, i was definitely wrong about alex.

“hey fuckers! i don’t know if you’ve noticed but my house is white. it’d be lovely if you didn’t get blood on it !” i yelled, making matt turn his head towards me.

alex took advantage of matt’s distraction to land another blow to matt’s face.

that shit looked like it hurt.

i then pulled matt away, placing myself between the two.

“you two need to get a fucking grip” i turned to alex. “walk away before i call the cops on your ass”

i turned to matt, “you’ve made your point, let him go”

matt gave him one last glare before gesturing alex to go. with that, alex walked off “your face isn’t the only place i left marks ” he mumbled.

matt started to walk after him, but i placed my hand on his chest to stop him.

i tilted my head at him, looking into his eyes. “it’s fine. just let him go” he looked at me, eyes softening, and nodded.

once i heard alex’s car door shut and him drive away, i pulled matt inside “come on”.

i brought him to my bathroom, pulling out my first aid kit.

“did he actually mark you up?” he asked, as i grabbed a wash cloth for his face.

“no, matt. he was just trying to get under your skin” i said as i ran water over the cloth and brought it to his face.

i began to clean his cuts, making him grimace. “i know, i know. sorry”

my tongue poked out a little past my lips, as i continued to clean his cuts.

he stared down at my lips the whole time, not saying a word.

“all done.” i said as i finished up. i started to reach over him to grab a bandage. “lemme just grab a-“ he suddenly grabbed my arm halting my movements as he studied my face.

my face felt hot under his gaze, as i tried not to show how nervous he made me. without another word, he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

he kissed me with passion, like he was pouring all of his emotions into it. it wasn’t hungry or lust-driven. it said all the things that we could never say to each other’s faces.

he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “what was that for?” i asked, eyes still closed.

“i need you to know that i care about you” my eye opened at this, staring into mine.

“i’m not using you for sex. i could never do that, baby. and i’m so sorry i ever made you feel that way. you are the most important thing to me. i can’t lose you, and i couldn’t live with myself if i let anything happen to you.”

he pecked my nose.

“i know that you’re capable of making your own decisions, and i’m not trying to take that away from you. but i know that guy and he’s not the type of person you want to be around. i can’t just watch him ruin you.” he moves a piece of hair out of my face.

“so i’m sorry that i just showed up here. i’m sorry i lost my shit. i’m sorry about the blood on your house” we both chuckled.

“but i can’t help it when it comes to you, you drive me crazy”

“hmm i don’t know i kinda like it when you lose your shit, it’s hot” i said as our noses touched.

he pushed my hips against my sink.

“good” he said as he went in for another kiss.

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slaybestieslay946 · 3 months

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Hey! I love ur blog and I saw ur accepting requests for luke castellan, (I’ve never requested a fic before so I’m sorry if I’m doing this wrong lol)

Could I have a fic where reader comes to camp in the middle of the night after getting attacked by monster(doesn’t matter which monster) but after they’re in camp and moved into the Hermes cabin they’re distant and angry because theyre pissed off at the world and the gods. Luke being luke though doesn’t give up on trying to make the reader feel at home and tries his hardest to get them out of their shell. UNTIL reader gets claimed by Zeus and gets moved to the lonely Cabin 1 and can’t sleep so they go back to Hermes cabin and Luke lets them sleep in his bunk w him and fluffy ending of such

Damn that was a lot it’s totally ok if u don’t want to do this!

Thank you!!!

I really love this idea, and I'm so glad you love my blog! Hope you enjoy!

Mystery Girl

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word count: 2700

pairing: luke castellan x zeus!reader

warnings: minor depictions of violence, readers kind of a bitch but like not really.

a/n: reader is so unbothered i kinda aspire to be her

Late at night, you stumbled through the camp's threshold, leaning on Aspen, your protector. He was equally leaning into you, and you couldn’t tell whose blood it was soaking threw your shirt, yours, or his.

You could see a few buildings at the bottom of the hill, and a few of them had lights on.

“Help, please!” You shouted, weakly raising your arm to catch some sort of attention.

Aspen did the same, his exclamations a mix of real words and pained bleats.

Eventually, people began emerging from the buildings, rubbing their eyes in exhaustion, trying to work out what was going on. You and Aspen continued to shout for help, shuffling slowly down the hill, praying that you wouldn’t bleed out before you reached the bottom.

Finally, someone seemed to realise you were in trouble, and a boy about your age began jogging up the hill towards you. His face was mostly calm, and he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, halting when he saw the blood on your clothes and the used spear in your hand.

You instinctively let go of Aspen, and rushed forward to seek help.

“Please, help me.” You pleaded desperately, losing your balance and stumbling forwards towards him.

“Alright, alright.” He said, catching you by the arm and holding you steady, before shouting down at the campers below, “These two need to get to the infirmary! Someone wake the Apollo cabin, yeah?!”

He then turned back to you, holding you steady by the arms and trying to assess the damage.

“It’s alright, yeah? You’re safe now, we just gotta get these cuts checked out, hm?”

You tried to nod, but found you couldn’t move your head, or your body. You tried to speak, tried to tell him that Aspen needed help too, but your mouth couldn’t move either.

And then your vision went black.

When you woke up, you thought you were in heaven. It smelt nice, homely. Not that you really knew that home was supposed to smell like.

It was warm too, and you felt yourself sighing contentedly. If this really was heaven, then you didn’t mind being there all that much.

After a while, you decided it was time to open your eyes, maybe go and explore the afterlife.

But when you tried to sit up, you felt a sharp jolt of pain that snapped you back to reality. You let out a small hiss in discomfort, lowering yourself back into the bed.

Slowly, the memories began to come back to you, leaving school, Aspen forcing you onto a road trip, nearly getting killed by a monster, and finally passing out on the hill of a ‘camp’.

Heaven sounded preferable.

You took in the room. It seemed like any old house, a dresser in the corner along with a wardrobe and old floral wallpaper that even covered the ceiling. Until you noticed another bed beside yours, with Aspen asleep on it, and one beside his.

You remembered the words of that boy who’d run to you, and you figured this must be the infirmary.

“Hey, Aspen.” You whispered, turning your head to the side and trying to ignore the sting of your injuries.

“Aspen!” You called again, raising your voice, but still he didn’t hear you. He must still be asleep. Lucky bastard.

You huffed, sinking fully back into the pillows and waiting for someone to arrive. Thankfully, it didn’t take long, and soon enough a young boy was coming in, holding several canisters of liquid.

“Oh, you’re awake,” He grinned, “How’s the pain?”

“Bad.” You replied, groaning at the thought.

He chuckled, “Not surprising. You got some nasty scratches from that monster. Here, drink some of this, it’ll fix you up.”

He offered one of the canisters to you, and you took it, regarding it with a certain amount of suspicion.

“What’s this?”

“Nectar. It’ll help, trust me.”

You relented, deciding that it was worth the risk if it would get rid of some of the throbbing in your back.

And he was right, almost immediately, you felt soothed, and as you drank more, you began to feel energised, like you could conquer the world.

“What did you say this was? Nectar?”

“Yep. Food of the gods.”

“Where’d you get this stuff?”

“Oh, we get shipments from Olympus every month. You won’t find that at your local grocery store.”

“Woah, woah, woah.” You held up your hands to stop him for a minute, “What do you mean Olympus?”

The boy's eyes widened, and some kind of realisation struck him.

“I don’t think I should be the one to break this to you.”

Just a few hours later, everything had been explained to you, and you were kicked out of the so-called ‘Big House’. Nice of them to do that, considering a centaur had just dropped the bombshell that you were the child of an ancient Greek god.

To be fair though, you probably should have clocked that something was up when you were being chased by a mythical beast, but then again, you did have your hands full.

Now, you were sitting on the front steps of the porch, waiting for some kid to show you round the camp.

“Hey, mystery girl! Good to see you’re feeling better.” A voice called out, and you looked up to see the very same boy who had come to your aide on the hill.

“Oh, hi. Yeah, I’m all good.”

“Cool. Nice to meet you, by the way. I’m Luke.”

“Y/N.”

“Right, so, I’ll start the tour.” He declared, flashing you another bright grin which you feebly returned.

He started the tour off at the dining pavilion, then showed you the amphitheatre, then the strawberry fields, the archery range and the lake.

Finally, he introduced you to each of the cabins, skipping over the empty cabins 1, 2 and 3.

“And this,” He gestured to the eleventh cabin, “Will be where you’re staying.”

“Woah.” You said, stepping back, “What do you mean staying? I can’t stay here.”

He looked at you blankly, “You don’t really have much of a choice, mystery girl.”

“Yeah, I do. I can leave whenever I want, you can’t do anything about it.”

“You wanna get killed by a monster? Because if I remember right, you came awfully close a few days ago. That’s why you can’t leave.”

“Well I guess I’ll just have to take that chance. Appreciate the tour and everything, but I’m going.” You then turned on your heel and began to walk away.

There was no chance in hell you were staying in this camp, and if it had to be over your dead body, then so be it.

However, your desertion was halted by Luke grabbing you by the hand and pulling you back.

“I’m not kidding, Y/N. You’ll die as soon as you step past that barrier. Just,” He sighed, seemingly exasperated, “Stay for one night. It’s not that bad here once you get used to it.”

You glared up at him, weighing your options. He seemed pretty serious about this.

“And you can’t leave Aspen when he’s still in critical condition?”

That broke your resolve.

“Fine. I’ll stay until Aspen wakes up. Show me my bunk.”

He grinned, and turned back to Cabin 11, showing you inside.

Turns out, Aspen waking up wouldn’t be such a close deadline as you thought. As it turned out, he’d been hit by some kind of poisonous claw from the monster, and had been put into some kind of coma.

So now, as prior to your agreement with Luke, you were stuck here until he woke up. Which could be next week, or next year for all you knew.

And yeah, you felt bad for the guy ‘cause he was in a coma, but it was seriously messing up your plans of leaving camp.

Because you hated camp.

The Hermes cabin stunk, and it was constantly noisy. Probably because there were so many people in there all the damn time.

You also sucked at most of the stuff around camp.

You weren’t exactly nurturing, so it was a no to the infirmary and the strawberry fields. You were an awful shot, and when you had a go in the forges you dropped a mallet on your foot. You were still recovering from that one.

It seemed the only thing you were even slightly good at was fighting, mainly with the staff Aspen had lent you during the fight with the monster outside camp. Still, you weren’t great, unlike Luke who had insisted on taking you under his wing.

He sat with you at every dinner and breakfast, and always seemed to be there when you turned a corner, or found a moment of peace.

Yes, it was very kind of him to try and settle you in, but it was pretty futile, considering all you had wanted to do ever since you woke up was leave, consequences be damned.

The one saving grace to your boredom was capture the flag. Luke had told you about it on your first day, and it was a game you remembered playing as a kid, and really enjoying. Apparently they ran a game every month, and this coming Sunday would be your first time playing.

The day of the game arrived, and for the first time in your two weeks at camp, you were in a decently good mood, and of course, Luke took notice of this.

“What’s got you so happy, mystery girl?”

“Nothing. Besides, why do you keep calling me that, you know my name now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but you're just so private and mysterious. I’m surprised you even told me your name.”

“I wish I didn’t, Castellan, maybe you wouldn’t be here to bug me all the time.”

“Ouch, don’t be like that. You know I’m great company really.”

You didn’t reply to that, instead rolling your eyes at him and returning to the task of tightening your armour, struggling a bit with the straps.

Luke quickly came to your aid, much to your chagrin, helping you adjust the breastplate so it fit properly.

“Thanks.” You sighed reluctantly, quickly stepping away from him to grab your spear.

“No problem.”

Soon, the game was well underway, and you quickly realised that you had been given possibly the most boring job, that being guarding the perimeter. Not that you could really blame your team leaders, you were the newest member and logically the most inexperienced. But still, you’d been hoping for something a little more exciting.

Every now and then you heard the odd shout further on in the woods and raised your spear, but you never actually caught sight of anyone from the opposing team. Or your team for that matter.

You really had been given the short straw.

After another hour of standing there, you were about ready to quit all of this completely, throw off your armour and escape camp, agreement with Luke be damned, that was until you heard hurried footsteps, and someone panting heavily coming from behind you.

You quickly whipped around, to see a girl from the Ares cabin, holding your flag, standing about 50 feet away.

Then you heard another step of footsteps, and there was Luke, around the same distance away, holding the opposing team's flag.

You really didn’t want to be caught in the middle of something this exciting.

They both began to run towards the threshold at top speed, and you stayed standing between them, unsure of what to do. Should you step back and let Luke do his thing, or should you step in to stop the girl. She looked pretty terrifying.

You whipped your head side to side, continuing to debate, and in the midst of your dilemma, you realised the girl was much closer to you than Luke was. Fuck.

You had to stop her somehow, but you obviously could just slash blindly at her, you didn’t want to behead her.

And then, suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, falling directly in her path, and she leapt back to avoid it, stumbling and also falling to the floor.

Luke kept running, swerving around the fallen tree and onto your team's territory, cheering as the red flag shimmered and turned blue, and the conch sounded.

You quickly ran over to the girl, clambering over the tree in an effort to help her up.

She looked up at you in shock and confusion, but her eyes seemed to be focused on the space just about your head.

“What’s wrong?”

She pointed above you, “He claimed you.” She stuttered out.

You looked to where she was pointing, and saw a lightning bolt shining above your head.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Of course you had to be Zeus’ kid. Just your luck, a forbidden child, with some stupid prophetic destiny.

If you ever met your father, you’d be sure to give him an earful about his part in your conception.

Almost immediately after capture the flag, you were announced to the camp by Chiron, and then promptly herded into the empty cabin 1.

And you never thought you’d say it, but you missed cabin 11. Sure, it was a mess, and the kids in there didn’t know how to shut up, but at least it had some semblance of life, unlike your new home. It was barren, and empty, and you hated it.

It was even worse now that you had your own permanent bed. Before you’d had at least a pipedream of leaving camp and going off on your own again, but now that was entirely gone. Chiron would never let you out of his sight ever again, not now that you were a child of the ‘Big Three’. You were so screwed.

You tossed and turned for hours in bed, unable to sleep in the unfamiliar environment, and, strangely, uncomfortable with the crushing loneliness you felt.

You’d never felt lonely before. Your whole life, you’d been pretty much alone, but that was by choice. This time it was by force, and you felt isolated from everyone else at camp. Suddenly you regretted your refusal to make friends.

So, your feet naturally carried you to the only person you could kind of call a friend, and you weren’t surprised when you landed outside Luke Castellan’s window.

You gave it a light tap, and he opened his eyes, giving you a sad smile as he saw your face through the window. It looked like he hadn’t slept at all either.

“Can I come in?” You mouthed through the window, and he quickly nodded, reaching up to open it and let you in.

“Thanks,” You whispered, stepping down onto the hardwood floor.

“No problem. Having trouble sleeping?” He asked, patting the spot beside him. You gladly sat down.

“Uh, yeah. It’s really empty there.”

“Hm, sure is. You sure you didn’t just miss me too much?”

“Maybe I did Castellan.” You declared, shrugging your shoulders as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world to say.

“I’m sorry though, Luke. I’ve been kind of an asshole ever since I got here.” You said, looking down at your muddy shoes.

“Hey, I get it. It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure. I’ve dealt with worse from newcomers.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

“Anytime.”

You both fell silent for a moment, listening to the snores of the kids around you before he piped up again.

“Hey, I don’t mind you staying here tonight if you want?” He said, his voice slightly awkward. You paid it no mind.

“I’d like that.”

He moved to the other side of the bed as you removed your shoes, rolling onto the bed beside him.

You were both silent again for a while, until Luke’s voice yet again came from beside you.

“I’m gonna have to come up with a new name for you now, huh?”

“What, I’m not mysterious anymore?” You asked, feigning offence.

“Not now that we’re best buddies. I’m thinking… Sparky!”

“That is god awful.”

“Exactly.”

You snickered under your breath at his idiotic sense of humour, and allowed yourself to sink into the bed beside him.

And for the first time, you didn’t want to leave.

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corrodedhawkins · 2 years

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I think you mentioned you were doing a piss fic for the Eddie kinks but pls don’t forget I need it

😈 trust me I could never forget it’s my jam

Piss: Part nine of the Eddie kink series. Kind of a continuation to part one

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) language, piss kink, bladder control, desperation, wetting, slight Perv!Eddie, teasing, slight humiliation, very brief male masturbation, unprotected sex.

Authors note: I know this is not everyone’s thing, if it’s not yours please just skip this one. I don’t want to hear about how gross this is, I’m already well aware.

You’re lounging on Eddie’s bed, head pillowed on his thigh as you read the latest true crime novel he’d bought for you.

His notebook is balanced on his other leg, pencil moving furiously over the page as he writes lyrics for a new Corroded Coffin song.

He looks up, tongue peeking out as he thinks. “What rhymes with demon?”, he asks, tapping his pencil on his chin.

Saving your page in your book, you turn over to look at him. “Semen?”

“Perfect”, he mutters, writing it down.

“You’re a poet, babe”, you chuckle as you toss your book onto the bed, rising to your feet.

He grabs your arm and pulls you back down onto the bed playfully. “And where are you going?” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest.

You slap at his arm when he squeezes you tight, trying to break from his hold. “Let me up, I gotta pee.”

“Nah.”

You laugh, “what do you mean nah? I really have to go.” Wriggling out of his hold, you roll off of the bed and get up.

He sits up and grabs your wrist, turning you towards him. “Remember the thing you told me to put a pin in?”

It takes you a second to realize what he’s talking about. The night Eddie had made you squirt, he’d made a comment about feeling like you might have to pee before it happened. He had assured you that you wouldn’t, but if you did? He might find it hot.

You remember your pussy throbbing at that, too preoccupied with the task at hand to really analyze what it had meant.

“Yeah”, you say hesitantly.

He gives you a devilish grin, “maybe we can explore that a little bit. Just—don’t go. Stay here.”

“Eddie”, you warn.

His hold on your wrist softens, “Too far?”

“I don’t—I don’t know”, you mumble.

“Hey”, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Look at me, we don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

The thing is, you were uncomfortable.

You’ve never felt Iike this before, so turned on and grossed out at the same time, so ashamed by something getting you off. You hadn’t even done anything yet and you were already soaked, cunt throbbing at the thought of what you were about to do.

“I-I am a little uncomfortable”, you admit. “But, I’m also kinda into it.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, “yeah?”

You nod, “yeah. Can I follow your lead on this? If I think about it too much I might chicken out.”

“Of course”, Eddie pats the bed next to him, continuing once you sit down. “I got you, babe. I’ll check in but you gotta speak up and tell me if you want to stop, okay?

“Okay.”

“Alright”, he hands you your novel, “get back to reading.”

He picks up his notebook and resumes writing, lyrics and chord progressions scribbled along the page.

You make it another few chapters before you’re starting to squirm, no longer able to ignore the pressure in your bladder.

“Doing ok?”, Eddie asks, not looking up from his notes.

You whimper, “Yeah. It’s just—fuck. I need to piss.”

He puts down his notebook and looks over at you, the hunger in his eyes surprising you.

“Is that so?”, he asks teasingly.

“Yes”, you hiss.

Eddie chuckles, “Now for some ambience.” He grabs your phone, opening your sleep sounds app. He scrolls past your usual rain sounds and taps ‘waterfall’.

He smirks as the sound of rushing water fills the room. You laugh, the sound cut off by a gasp when you feel yourself almost lose control for a second.

You throw your book at him with a glare, prompting him to shut off the waterfall and toss your phone to the side.

“Hi”, Eddie says as he turns his attention back to you.

“Hi”, you say softly.

“Doing ok?”, he asks.

He leans in and captures your lips when you nod, the kiss starting soft and gentle.

You start to squirm, the urge to grab your crotch to hold it in growing too strong to deny.

Eddie grabs your hand when you try to press it against yourself, holding it down against the mattress as he smirks against your lips.

His other hand hovers over the button on your jeans, waiting for your nod before shoving them down your legs and onto the floor along with your panties.

You suck in a breath, muscles clenching as the cold air hits your heated core.

He runs his fingertips over your slit teasingly, chuckling when you buck into his touch. “You are soaked. You really do like this, don’t you?”, he marvels.

You nod, a whimper escaping you as he thumbs over your clit.

“I’m going to fuck you”, he says, voice low and deep. “And you’re going to hold it until you cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes”, you whine, hips twitching up into his touch.

Eddie shoves the front of his sweatpants down, his cock springing free to slap against his stomach. He pumps his hand over himself a few times before he shuffles closer and sinks into you.

He sits back on his heels, rocking into you slow and deep. It feels incredible, the pressure in your bladder making every brush of his cock on your g-spot send jolts of pleasure through you.

You wail when Eddie presses his hand into your bladder, a wave of desperation rushing over you.

"Hold it", he bites out, snapping his hips into you harder.

"I can't", you're thrashing around, trying to get away.

He brings two fingers down to circle your clit, “you can. Cum, then you can let go.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to hold it in until you cum.

His hips shift, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust.

“C’mon, I know you’re close”, he pants as he feels you start to clench around him. “Cum for me.”

You do as you’re told, toppling over the edge as pleasure floods your senses.

“There you go. You can let go now baby. Let go”, he encourages.

You don’t even realize you’re pissing until you feel the warmth of it under you, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes at the relief.

The second Eddie feels the first gush of warmth against him he cums, hips grinding deep as he empties himself inside of you.

You’re both panting, stream tapering off and stopping as you come down and catch your breath.

He reaches up to wipe away your tears, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You ok?”

You take a deep breath, “yeah, just—shower please?”

He laughs, getting up and tugging you with him down the hallway towards the bathroom.

That night, Eddie’s sheets are changed for the first time since you’ve known him.

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eva-terra-marie · 1 year

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It’s Always The Same Dream

Bakugou x fem! reader

Summary: In middle of the night, Bakugou wakes up to you screaming in your sleep, so he comforts you from those terrible nightmares.

Warnings: Angst and kinda sad but fluff at the end. Also, there is sorta a manga spoiler (if you know what I mean…) Read at your own risk.

Hope you guys enjoy and pls don’t kill me if I made you guys cry :(

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It’s always the same dream. It’s been a few months since these nightmares have been happening to you. Ever since you’ve went on a mission with Bakugou a few months ago, he was badly injured but somehow he managed to survive. It caused you to suffer these terrible nightmares of him dying in your arms, bleeding to death, and saying his last words to you. You would always wake up crying and screaming every night. It felt like hell for you.

You just got out of a warm shower after a long day of training and started to walk to your dorm room. Once you opened your door, you see your loving ash blonde boyfriend on your bed, waiting for you. “Katsuki, what are you doing here?” You questioned as you closed the door behind you. “I’m sleeping here with you tonight, gotta problem with that?” He grumbles. “Someone’s grumpy.” you teased and giggle slightly “Oh shut up, it’s been a long day so come here.” He holds out his arm for you.

You start to walk towards him until he pulls you into his arms, holding your waist. You sigh softly and wrap your arms around Bakugou. You hoped that tonight these nightmares would disappear now that Bakugou was here with you.

You start yawn softy and layed your head on Bakugou’s warm chest. “Getting tired, Y/n?” Bakugou asks and you yawn again, “Yes.” He slightly chuckles at your cuteness and moves a strand of your damp h/c hair out of your face and kisses your eyelids. “Goodnight baby. I love you” You smile sleepily, “Night Katsuki. I love you too.” And you both drift to deep slumber.

‘It’s always the same dream’

He was laying there,bleeding, with a hole on his chest, the love of your life, dying in your arms.

“N-no, No! Please don’t leave me Katsuki!” You cried, begging him not to go.

“Y-Y/n, stay strong for me, ok?” He says to you holding your cheek.

“Katsuki please…”

“I love yo-“ he finally takes his last breath and his hand leaves your cheek and hits the ground.

“Katsuki, no, NO! DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME!” you stared at his lifeless body, lying on a pool of blood.

“No…KATSUKI!!!”

Bakugou woke up to the sound of you screaming his name. He quickly sat up and started to shake your sweaty shoulders. “Fuck, Y/n, you gotta wake up!” You kept screaming and Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/N, WAKE UP!” He yells louder and you finally open your eyes. You started to breath heavily, your e/c eyes were red and swollen from crying, and you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you.

Bakugou sighs in relief and takes your chin for you to face him. “Baby, what the hell happened?” He softy asks while stroking your soft h/c locks. “I-it was horrible, Katsuki…” You sniffed while wiping your tears from your face. Bakugou sighs again, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitated for a moment before you started to speak. “I-it’s always the same dream.. it’s always you, you dying in my arms, with a hole in your chest.. I-I just can’t take it anymore! It’s happens every night! Ever since that mission!” You start sob into your hands.

This, this hurt Bakugou so bad, seeing his best girl cry. He hates seeing you cry. “It’s happens every night? Well, why didn’t you tell me?” Of course, you never told Bakugou about these nightmares because you don’t want him to worry about you.

You wipe your tears again, “I j-just didn’t want you to worry about me..” Bakugou pulls you against his chest and whispers in your ear. “Let me tell you something Y/n, you don’t need to keep all your worries from me, and I’m here Y/n, I’m alive.”

“I know, I’m just scared of losing you.” You sigh trying to fight back the tears and Bakugou holds you tighter “You’re not gonna lose me, it’s just a dream. I’m not gonna let some stupid villain kill me. I’m here, with you.” You smile into his chest and look up at him “Thank you, Katsuki.” He smiles a little and holds your cheek with one hand and leans forward to kiss your lips.

“I love you, Katsuki.” You say

“And I love you, Y/n. You think you can go back to sleep now?”

You hesitated for a moment then nodded. You both lay back down on the bed and Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist while you lay on his chest. “Try to get some sleep Y/n. I’ll be right here. You’re safe with me.” Bakugou whispers softly before you closed your eyes slowly. After you fell asleep, Bakugou sighs in relief and kisses your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Y/n.” Bakugou says before he falls asleep.

And let’s just say, you never had those nightmares ever again.

#anime #bnha #bakugou x y/n #mha #angst #fluff at the end #katsuki bakugou #mha angst #mha fluff #my hero academy fanfiction #bakugou x you #sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes 🥲#bakugou x reader #manga spoilers #fem reader #mha x reader

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utahlive · 1 year

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No episode today (i have a test i gotta study for booo) :( However in usual “no episode today” style, I’ve got some behind the scenes stuff! (+ answering asks). I’m really glad you guys like hearing about this part of the blog :D

It’s a little long so I’m putting it under the cut

So my latest method of answering asks is to write a quick outline/reply and save it in drafts (as opposed to what I was doing, which was copy pasting asks into the notes app and writing replies there. dont ask whats wrong with me; I dont know). Anyway this specific comic had its first ‘script’ (shoutout to @/ghostburface for the ask)

I usually draw out what I imagine happening and then add text to hit the points im aiming for, but I did the opposite in this one. I had a lot of trouble figuring out the actual visuals for this one

(For the record I tried to find the original price of the glasses on the las Nevadas merch page but it wasn’t there. I remember losing my mind over the price tho)

attempt/draft 2 (sort of) since I wasn’t sure about the layout. I was really hoping to just have three panels (as you can see by the “if 3 that would be epic” note above)

And then I transferred it digitally! I did go over the script in DMs with my friend so it ended up as it did I did see one person pointing out the whole “rose colored glasses” thing (shout out to you fr !!). I had a lot of meaning I was going for with this one but I have a hard time finding a middle ground between “so obscure its not there” and “way too obvious”

I also wanted to answer some asks (as per usual :3 because I love talking with you guys)

I wish he would grow it out!! However as anyone who’s gone from short to long hair... the awkward phase is NOT pretty. I did hear on one of his streams he might cut it when the EP comes out rather than the album. because he’s a coward (but I can’t blame him)

who doesnt feel like ripping up their pillow though, amiright fellas? Shout out to all the utahlive fictives out there (I’ve heard of reported sightings). Would love to talk to you guys some day <3 It still baffles my mind that this blog leaves any sort of lasting impression on people (for reals though, I hope you guys are ok!!)

this one isnt directed at me but I just think its funny you say this because summer 2022 I went to the Winchester house with my friends, but we all decided it wasn’t worth the price so we just checked out the gift shop and walked around the outside for about two hours. it’s actually very pretty! super cool architecture

this one is under the “what would you recommend I get at the gas station”

It’s also not a question but I think it would be funny to let you know I wrote and queued that post (and the other one posted that day) at like 5am I don’t know how I missed it because I usually check my posts the next morning before they get posted I know it’s bad I’m trying real hard to get my sleep schedule to be normal (this post is sponsored by melatonin tablets)

GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY 🤺🤺🤺

I assume you’re talking about the mcytblr sexyman poll?? Im already making predictions and bets in my head on this one but Ill be fighting for MY meowmeows till my last breath

#utahlive #4th wall break #back to the 2nd ask I have considered making a discord server for this blog but ive gone back and forth on it a lot #I dont wanna act like im a big deal and be like woah hey look at the discord server I made for myself that nobody asked for !!!#ur here for wilbur. im here for wilbur. this aint about me !!#the homestuck one is slash j btw !!! I love u guys #I’m currently reading jt myself #haven’t met vriska yet #behind the scenes

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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1. GO TO SLEEP I SEE YOU 👁️

2. remember how i said i was gonna request… i forgot and finished my crochet. its a bag now, my brain was too big for the “beanie”

3. THE REQUEST. ITS PINNED IN OUT DMS BUT I’LL COPY PASTE IT HERE AS INSPO AND REFERENCE

y/n knows the guys and casey made a bet that he could get a partner faster then raph (pre mona) and hes (casey) is like ‘fake date me to win a bet, i’ll split the money with you’ but raph made the bet so casey could (FINALLY) get with y/n

and then you added something but i’ll leave that for you to write in, IF IT IS THE PATH YOU CHOOSE TO TRED DOWN.

ok well, thanks, rhonda says goodnight, I SAY GOODNIGHT.

NOW GO TO SLEEP >:(

a/n: Stinky boi for a stinky bitch /jk /love you

also, the way i legit went to bed after seeing No.1 LMAO <333 Also, I've already said this but I'm incredibly proud of you for finishing the pouch :DDDDD it looks gorgeous, sweaty <3

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[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“How you doin', sweetheart?”

You turn with a roll of your eyes, already fed up with the familiar voice of Casey Jones constantly teasing you. If not for the slight glimmer of affection you felt for him, you’d have pummelled him to the ground by now.

The cocky boy leans against your locker with a casual grin, holding his hockey stick in one hand while the other props him up. You raise a brow, leaning against the cold metal of your locker door.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask sarcastically, scanning his usual bruised arms and scattered bandaids that litter his face. He clears his throat, eyes darting around to see if anyone else is close enough to hear.

“So, you know that bet Raph and I made a while back?”

“Uh huh,” You reply dubiously, already not liking how this conversation is going. Casey nibbles on his bottom lip in thought, conflicting emotions on his face as he decides whether or not to tell you what’s on his mind.

“Spit it out, Jones.” You sigh, crossing your arms.

“Well, I was thinking. It’s kinda reaching the end of the deadline for that bet, and maybe we could, like, fake date or something? Just to get the money from Raph. I’ll split it with you, of course!” He offers.

You’re taken aback, eyes wide as you slam shut your locker door. “What?” The disbelief in your voice is apparent, the forceful shut of your locker door causing the others next to it to rattle. Casey loses his balance, almost falling if not steadying himself in time.

“Wait, y/n! I’m serious!” He cries out, grabbing your wrist tightly. You flinch, ripping it out of his grasp with a doubtful stare. He begins walking alongside you, trying his best to convince you with honey-coated words.

“Look, it’s a serious amount of money. He bet fifty bucks! Imagine the looks on their faces when we show up together. Raph would freak!” He points out, noticing the ghost of a smile on your lips. He tries harder, knowing that you’d fall for his bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

“Plus, you could get back at them for making fun of that date.”

You pause, your footsteps slowing to a halt. That did sound rather appealing. Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just a fake relationship, and you’d score an easy twenty-five bucks on the side.

You sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat as you nod with a weary smile. “Fine.”

— — — — — — — — —

“Okay, we gotta make this believable.”

You eye his hand with thinly veiled reluctance, only to accept it and walk into the lair with your best lovey-dovey act. Casey all but drags you to Raph, and you can barely disguise your eye roll as batting your lashes at your fake boyfriend.

Could this boy be any more obvious?

Raph lets out a low whistle when he spots your entwined hands. You look straight at him with a confident gaze, raising a brow as you silently challenge him to say anything.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, closing his comic book.

“When did this- How did this- Don’t you two hate each other??” Donnie gestures to your linked hands with a baffled expression. Maybe he’s just seeing things. He rubs his eyes, blinking rapidly as he processes that what he sees is real.

Okay, so maybe he’s not seeing things.

Even still, this is you and Casey. The both of you that’re constantly at each other’s throats fighting every other day, while the days you don’t are thin ice.

“I don’t believe you.” Leo crosses his arms with a smug smile, waiting for the both of you to admit that it’s all just a prank.

“I dunno, guys, sweetheart and I here are tight! She asked me out first, too.” Casey tugs you closer with your linked hands, his free hand propped on his hip as if daring them to challenge his clearly believable story.

“Then prove it. Kiss her, or are you two, not a couple? As in, a couple of liars.” Raph snickers, Mikey chuckling at the pun.

You’re taken aback by Raph’s taunt, eyes darting between Jones and Raph. Your hand starts to grow clammy, and you want to rip it away from Casey’s gentle grip. However, his fingers squeeze your hand in an assured gesture as if he’s saying, It’s Okay.

“Well, get ready to eat your words.”

“Wait-”

Before you can finish your protest, Casey’s lips are on yours. They move against your frozen ones with such tenderness, and you’re too stunned to speak. However, your wide eyes slowly close the longer he kisses you, his fingers threading through your hair and leaving a trail of fire across the skin of your neck.

Your eyes slowly slide shut, starting to kiss back though every fibre in your being screams otherwise. Your hands are on his shoulders, moving closer and linking them behind his neck.

Casey's lips are warm, tugged up into that cocky smile of his you hate so desperately. You hate how you knew every trace of his skin, his stupid face seared into your memory. Even now, he’s probably not taking this seriously.

He’s so annoying, you think, automatically frowning slightly as he pulls away. You’re panting softly, watching his glazed eyes struggle to register your pink lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your gaze flickering from his dazed eyes down to his lips.

It’s almost instinct, the way you tug him back in for another kiss with a renewed ferocity that rivals your hatred for the overconfident, carefree boy. He’s surprised, words dying in his chest as you squeeze your eyes shut. He can’t help but smile at your cute bravery, holding you a little closer than before.

Maybe a little longer, too.

Whoops and cheers snap you out of whatever had possessed you, pulling away with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. You’re breathless, lips swollen before your cheeks bloom with a bright red that rivals Raph’s mask, realizing that you have essentially just made out with your fake boyfriend in front of a crowd.

Leo has his hands over his eyes, Donnie shielding his and Mikey’s vision from being permanently scarred. On the other hand, Raph eyes you both with an equally disgusted yet impressed gaze. If he had caught on to Casey’s and your ruse, he certainly didn’t show it.

He pulls out a fifty from the pages of his comic book, handing it to Casey, who accepts with a smirk, your eyes automatically following his plump lips from when you had practically sucked each other’s faces off.

You’re mortified.

You all but rip your hand out of Casey’s, clearing your throat and rubbing your arms. “I gotta go study at home,” You lie, plastering a fake smile on your face. Raph just shrugs, everyone else groaning and encouraging you to leave.

Casey watches you go with a hint of forlorn in his eyes and heads to the dojo, only to be stopped by Raph’s hand on his chest. “Go after her, stupid.” The turtle scoffs, pushing Casey toward the direction that you’ve just left.

“Wha-”

“You’re a bad actor. And so is she. The kiss wasn’t fake, dummy. I know that much. Now go, and since I’m so nice, I’ll let you keep the fifty for your first date.”

Casey glances down at the fifty dollar note in his hands, crumpling it and pressing it against Raph’s plastron before turning and running in the direction you’ve just left in.

It’s a while before you hear the footsteps splashing in the cold tunnels, hesitating. You turn your head to see Casey approaching you, heart doing a funny flip in your chest. You grit your teeth, shaking your head.

No. This isn’t happening. This definitely isn’t happening.

“It was just a bet, Casey.”

“Yeah, I-I mean, no! Not anymore…” He rubs the back of his neck, barely able to look you in the eyes.

“That’s all it was,” You deny, stepping back from him. He takes another step forward, the both of you caught in a cat-and-mouse game with him gradually cornering you. Your back hits the wall, breath hitching in your chest when he’s right in front of you.

You can’t look up; you don’t dare meet his gaze. Your hair falls around you, acting as a shield for you to hide behind. However, coarse fingers cup your chin, lifting it up so that you’re now looking straight at him.

Your cheeks are dusted with pink, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Casey wants to kiss you again. Instead, he takes a deep breath, his voice low as he admits what’s on his mind.

“It’s not a bet anymore.

Not to me.”

#2012 Casey #2012 casey jones #casey jones x reader #Casey Jones x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #2012 Casey Jones x reader #asks #request #x reader #oneshot #Casey Jones x you #Casey Jones x y/n #Casey x you #2012 casey x reader #2012 Casey x reader #2012 casey x you #2012 casey x y/n

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weightgainstoriesforlife · 7 months

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Friends For Life

John had never had the best relationship with his dad ever and they never really talked to each other. His dad was always out with his friends drinking at the bar. John’s dad was never fit always had a big beer belly sticking out and never seemed interested in losing any of the weight. John on the other hand was only 18 and about to move away from home yet tell his dad. While John’s dad Carter was never the fittest of people John was really fit and always tried to look good.

He lived alone with his dad even tho they barely ever talked to each other. But John was ready to tell his dad that he would be moving away to live with a friend in the next week. He told his dad and Carter was furious saying that he will never leave this house and wishing he had never had a son in the first place. And that made it final John knew it was time to move out and there was nothing his dad could do to stop it he told his dad he would be leaving in the morning. The next morning arrives and John is just finishing packing up all of his stuff when he noticed a present with his name and a note saying I’m sorry. John goes over and opens the present he reads and note with his dad saying maybe we can just be friends. John crippled up the note and throws it away. He opens the present to reveal one glass of beer which is weird because he is not old enough to drink. But another note by the beer says I know you’re not old enough yet but maybe just this one time you can try it truly sorry dad. John confused picks up the beer and says whatever opening it and taking a sip. Woah that stuff is delicious no wonder my dad is always drinking it all the time! He takes another sip, ok I gotta stop and dumps the rest of the beer in the trash and continues packing. While packing he looks in the mirror and to his surprise he see his hair starting to turn grey. John confused because he is only 18 and still very young shrugs it off saying it probably just from stress. He hears his dad pull into the drive way and John sighs this work has made me hungry but what weird John almost never has snacks. John’s dad walks in

son your making great progress, John thinking this is weird his dad almost never compliments him. His dad says it’s getting late and you still have a lot to go why not stay one more night before you go. John already exhausted says sure why not. While John is in the bathroom he takes a closer look at himself thinking something is off my hair is not just turning grey I’m also balding! While John’s in there he lets out a huge FART!! Woah his dad says you never fart John you ok? He says he is fine and says he just needs to get some rest. John gets into bed and goes to sleep. When John wakes up in the morning something feels off it feels like something is pressing down on his stomach causing him from getting up. Finally he finds the power to sit up he gets out of bed and lets out a huge BURP. While waking to the bathroom he feels heavy and doesn't know why he steps into the bathroom takes a good look into the mirror and lets out a huge scream!!

What happened to me I look huge I’m bald where is my six pack and my nice head of hair?! John runs out of the bathroom and sees his dad standing in the hallway smiling. Well well looks like you have been drinking to much John and staying out to late at the bar. John confused looks at his bad hands and sees him holding two cold beers in his hand says John bud to celebrate you moving in here is a little present. John realizes wait this is his old best friend Carter who he just moved in with. John said yes getting into Carters big truck on there way to the bar to enjoy some beers together.

#weight gain #Dad bod #fit to fat #balding #farting #burping

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carpememes · 7 days

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Bluey Sentence Starters pt 1/?

“I slipped on ma' beans!”

“If your friend wants chippies, she's gotta pay for chippies."

“Dear child, embrace your father!”

"It's DAD!"

"That's not how grown ups work, kid." "But that's how kids work!"

"Ow! My back! My neck! My back and my neck!"

"Awh! After all I've done for this family."

"Probably get about five bucks for the pair of you."

"Don't worry about the sun! It's meant to be there."

"Can I help you?" "Wish you could, mate."

"What? How very dare you!"

"Ding ding ding! You lose!

"I am not dad. I am Magic Claw. Magic Claw has no children. His days are free and easy."

“Biscuits!”

"Obstacles do not block the path. They ARE the path."

“It’s less than ideal, but it’s still a win!”

“See, I know some stuff!”

“Hey, you always make me laugh.”

"I'm not taking advice from a cartoon dog."

"It's just monkey's singing songs, mate. Don't think too hard about it."

"Interesting plan. I know, how about this plan? I'll do what I want, and you don't tell me what to do."

“Ride Flamingo, RIIIIIDE!”

“I was saving that chippy...”

“Check out my big bum!”

“Who said you can have all that green stuff?”

“Hey Twinkle Toes, hurry up!”

“Would you mind keeping it down?”

“Is that an okay thing to want?”

“I can’t be happy with what I got when she has it better!”

“You can’t just get out of a helicopter in the middle of the sky!”

“...and the fridge doesn’t like me.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m doing this for my kid.”

“I LIKE STINKY!”

“Look, I just want us to use nice words so everyone thinks we’re a nice family.”

“But I’m much too scared to travel in the outside world!”

“Nooo! I wanna stay in my bad mood!”

“Who ate the mini cereal?”

“Hey no fair, I want a husband too!”

"If you want me to stay your wife, you'll learn about dishwashers."

“I'm veeeeeeeery busy.”

“If you keep being mean and greedy, then no one will want to be your friend!”

“Why would you want to watch some stinky baby have a shower?”

“There must be a reason why you’re being such a pickle tonight.”

“ YOU'RE MAKING ME LATE FOR WORK!”

“Why can’t you do what you’re told?”

"Whoa. I didn't think this through."

"It was the fairies!"

"Bed. Sleep. Now."

“You've still got it, babe.”

“I’m fine, just ignore this.”

“Ah, this is Heaven!”

“This changes everything.”

“Who wrote this?”

“I’m always here if you need me.”

“It’s everything we want.”

“Boring things are still important.”

“COCONUTS HAVE WATER IN THEM!!”

“Me want books for big boys.“

“Are you not entertained??”

“You’re doing great.”

“Is true love not forever?”

“IT’S DAD!”

"Ohhh, what's this? Some romance music?"

“Well, just make me more handsome - if that’s even possible.”

“Oh, tough crowd.”

"I demand you let me down this instant!"

"This is outrageous!"

"THERE'S LEAVES EVERYWHERE."

"Here come the grannies!"

"Boring things are still important."

"You sound like your dad."

"I don't have to. I'm special.

“Did you just eat a tick from your own hair?”

“You’re a grub! You don’t brush your teeth, you don’t eat vegetables, and you don’t take showers. Grub.”

“Hey toots! When are we gettin’ married?”

“You look like you’ve never cleaned your teeth, brushed your hair, or had a shower in your life.”

“Maybe self-improvement just isn’t for you.”

“Well, I must say, you really have cleaned yourself up. And I love your little bow tie.”

“My life is a lie.”

“’Someone’?! You’re a someone! I’m a... no one.”

“You know what’s great about being no one? You’re everyone.”

“I’ve been thinking. How can you be sure you’re not a puppet?”

"I'M MAKING A SALAD!"

"You're both crazy."

"OOOH. Alright. That's it! We're not going to the park. We're just staying here then!"

"This is great. They're learning a lesson and we get the house cleaned."

"Don't just get the fun stuff. I mean the bag of stuff."

"You're really doing this?" "I think I have to."

"Feet ok. Arms ok. I think we're good!"

"Soo... Has the romance started yet?"

“I don’t feel like playing!”

“Hello, new husband!”

“Wow! Are you serious?”

"I do not have the energy for games today."

"She saw you dancing on her barbeque table."

“Is the whole world made of atoms?”

“How do you remove makeup?”

“Why would anyone like being in a bad mood?”

“DANCE MODE!”

"I peed on my foot."

"Welcome to middle age, kid."

“Don’t tell your mum.”

"This isn't legal anymore!"

"What. Was. That?"

“This is all my stuff from when I used to be cool!”

“Hello doctor lady, do you sell crutches?”

“If grownups grow from babies, and only grownups have babies, who had the first baby?”

"The thing is, I do this to myself."

"I have a wife!"

"Big brothers always beat little brothers."

"He stole our money!" "Well that's putting kind of a slant on it.."

"Didn't you fall in the pool at the wedding?"

“Me? I’m not brave enough.”

“I’m not special anymore!”

"You figured out how to avoid capture by the police."

“If you hit a flamingo, you’ve gone too far.”

“ Remember I'll always be here for you, even if you can't see me... because I love you.”

“I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

"Ladies, ladies. There's plenty to go around."

“Oh leave them alone! They’re just trying to run a small business!”

“How does the baby get in the lady’s belly?”

“You’ve still got it, babe.”

“That’s enough sinister plotting!”

"Me want books for big boys."

“We can edit that bit out right?”

“Oh, a massage! Why, thank you. A little lower. That’s the spot.”

“Is your frizzy hair very heavy?”

“I demand you let me down this instant!”

#bluey #sentence starters

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sarahrogersevans · 2 years

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I’ll Always Wanna Come Home To You- Chris Evans xreader fan fiction

Summary: Chris is away on a filming and press tour for a month and Chris decides to surprise his girlfriend by coming home early

Warnings: some angst, mentions of anxiety and overthinking, a lot of fluff, let me know if I missed anything

With Chris being away for a month I missed him so much but we made a plan to FaceTime every morning and every night and I loved having his dog Dodger with me to keep me company though he does miss his best friend quite a bit too.

A few hours later I noticed my phone was buzzing and it was Chris FaceTiming me and I picked up right away. Chris was smiling and said “hey Y/N!! I miss you so much! Thought I’d check in see how you were doing and also say hi to dodger.” I loved how he always would check in on us I miss him when he’s away it’s hard. I said “aww baby I’m glad you called Dodger and I miss you so much I’m glad you called.” Chris said “I know honey I miss you so much too just seeing your beautiful smile makes everything better I love you so much, how are you feeling Y/N?” I cried wanting to hug Chris so bad and I wiped my face and said “I love you so much Chris & I’m ok just need a hug but hey one day closer to you coming home.”

Chris heard a voice behind him and said “hey sorry love I gotta go but sending you big hugs and tell Dodger I said I miss him too I love you both.” I said “alright Chris be safe I love you too bye.” I ended the call and went to go watch my favorite movie to distract myself for a while and it helped and I looked through social media a little bit as well & then I decided to go to bed early with Dodger cuddled up by me and I went to sleep.

——-the next day——

The next day I went to go take a Dodger for a walk to have us both get some fresh air and the weather was so beautiful and I loved looking at the red leaves on the trees and how the wind was warm and the leaves were blowing even Dodger loved being out.

I got us back to the house and I unlocked the door and I took his leash off and I saw a suitcase by the door and I said “hello??..” Chris came downstairs and smiled and said “hey sweetheart, I’m home.” I got so teary eyed and happy and I ran up to him and hugged him tight and said “oh my gosh.. what are you doing back so early? I’m so happy you are though oh thank god.” Chris hugged me tighter and said “I wanted to surprise you Y/N I couldn’t be away from you anymore I missed you too much.” I said “it’s just hard having you be away so much sometimes..” Chris looked at me with a sad look and said “I know it is but honey look at me?” I looked at Chris overthinking what he might say.

Chris took my hands in his and said “I love you Y/N and I’ll always, always wanna come home to you ok? You’re my girl, the love of my life and the reason for my smile there isn’t a day when I’m gone that I don’t think about you, you mean so much to me doll ok?” He smiled at me and I wiped my tears and I took a deep breath and I said “I love you too Chris and I know I’m sorry I just I’m scared to lose you.”

Chris pulled me into a hug again and said “that’s never gonna happen I’m not going anywhere I promise you darling I love you.”

Dodger barked and Chris laughed and said “oh buddy, hey you I’m sorry I haven’t said hello to you yet.” Chris sat down to pet Dodger and Dodger got on top of him and licked Chris all over his face and I loved hearing Chris’s laugh, I love our little family.

Hope you all enjoy this one 😊 I thought up the idea for this one earlier and wanted to write it 😊♥️xx enjoy

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depressopax · 2 months

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Before it's too late

Nacho Varga x gn!reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Yoo! I haven't posted in ages, been feeling down and mentally exhausted 😭 Also been writing on my very own novel for a school project AHHH Basically been writing, procrastinating, writing, etc etc... But so far so good!

Now then... ✨Angst time✨

Pairing: Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort Warning(s): BCS SPOILERS! Based on s4e3 “Something Beautiful”. Major character injury. Mentions of death and violence. Blood. Guns and bullet wounds. Cuss words. Mentions of surgery. Reader is gender-neutral and has they/them pronouns Words: 1.6K Summary: Based on s4e3, in which Nacho gets shot by Victor and is left in the desert. After being saved by the Cousins, reader rushes to the vet office to see him. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

The sun is burning in Albuquerque today, making the concrete and highways threateningly warm. It’s an early morning and will only get hotter. The streets are empty and people are either sleeping safely in their beds or avoiding the burning morning-light. It’s a perfect day to stay in the shadows or - for those who have the option - close to the fresh breeze from the AC.

Not everyone has that option.

But bleeding to death in the desert is a rare case, too.

This is how I die.

Nacho thinks. He’s lost track of time. The man is lying on his side, facing away from the sun and hoping it will protect him from a sunburn. It’s the last thing he needs right now.

The wounded shoulder is enough. His hands are bloody and so is the warm sand he is facing.

Dehydration and blood loss. - That was not the way he thought he’d go down.

If it weren’t for the sharp pain in his shoulder - that’s slowly spreading throughout every inch of his body - he’d feel angry and humiliated.

Gus and his men left him to bleed out in the middle of nowhere. The damn Chicken Man.

Arturo is dead.

Nacho? About to join Arturo in the afterlife.

His mind is bitter and he’s losing the battle of patience.

“Do it quick, before you pass out” - That was the words of Gus’ lap dog, Victor. He was quick. Directly after he was left bleeding, he dialed the number to them. The Cousins.

Where are they?

He’s lost count if it's been days, hours or minutes since he got shot. All he knows is that he is slowly going insane. The sun burns his neck and he lets out a grunt, opening and closing his dry mouth. There's a taste of iron on his tongue due to his dry, chapped lips.

Water. His vision gets blurry and with gloomy eyes he looks at the wet, red sand under him.

They’re not coming. Those fuckers aren’t on their way.

I’m dead.

The realization hits Nacho, fueling the pain he’s already feeling.

Dad.

Guilt washes over him. What will happen to his dad if he dies? That, and…

He whispers your name hoarsely.

You. His beautiful partner. The one who’s always been by his side, the only one that knows about and doesn’t judge him for his fucked up choices and his chaotic life. The person he’s been so distant and cold towards lately. Worst part is…

They have no idea how much I love them.

“I love you” - A sentence yet to be said. So many emotions are left unspoken, so many things left unsaid.

Without thinking or caring about the consequences, Nacho reaches for his phone. With shaky, bloody hands, he dials your number and listens to the waiting tone.

“Ignacio?” A soft voice filled with concern says. Nacho smiles.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yea… But don’t worry. What’s up, Nacho?”

The silence lingers. What the hell is he supposed to reply?

“I gotta tell you something.”

“Nacho… What is going on? Are you ok?”

“No… But listen, mi amor.”

“Ignacio…-”

“I love you.” Silence again. His voice cracks from the emotions “...I love you so fucking much.”

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?”

“...Because I am.” His voice is barely a whisper anymore. “Take care of my father for me, will you?”

Your voice breaks on the other line.

“Where are you?”

No reply. You realize it’ll stay that way. He is too stubborn to let you help him. As if accepting defeat, you break apart.

“Don’t cry, mi vida…” He whispers.

“Please don’t die. Please.”

I promise. Nacho wants to reply. But the last thing he wants to do right now is give you false hope. So he stays quiet. His ears are ringing and he wonders how he still has blood left in his body.

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you, Ignacio. I love you…”

He smiles in relief. That was all he needed to hear.

It’s all said and done and now he can at least die with some peace.

“And I love you.”

He hangs up.

When a character faces death in movies, they see their life flash before their eyes.

A cliche. Nacho thought up until now.

He envisions the few happy and peaceful moments he’s had in life. Most of them involve his dad Manuel, and you. The first date, first kiss, first time…

Maybe it’s the sun or maybe he’s actually walking into the light, when suddenly a shadow covers it. He grunts.

In the distance, he can hear two men talking to each other in Spanish. Someone lifts him from the ground.

Exhaustion catches up with Nacho and everything fades to black.

You almost kick open the door to the Veterinary Office.

How you even got the address is a miracle.

Maybe because you’ve called Nacho’s phone at least twenty times within the last hour, or maybe because they know Nacho has a partner? That seems unlikely. Nacho has made sure to keep the relationship secret from everyone, to protect you. Only people that know that he is your boyfriend are Manuel Varga and your family.

The last explanation… Maybe, somehow, Nacho’s Cartel colleagues are humane enough to let family and friends say farewell to their dying loved ones…

Apart from an elderly lady and her cat, the waiting room is empty at this time in the morning. The receptionist looks startled when she sees you. But then again you can’t judge her. With puffy and red eyes and the almost wild expression on your face it’s no wonder people are concerned. Without waiting for her to greet you, you rush to the office whilst the woman shouts after you.

Nothing can prepare you for what you see.

It’s your boyfriend - lying down half-naked on a metal table whilst the vet, Caldera, performs surgery. Two men in suits stand next to the tense vet, watching over his every move with caution. As the door shuts behind you, the three men turn to look at you. One of the twins raises their guns.

“What happened to him?!” A voice barely noticeable. The man lowers his gun as his brother mumbles something to him. The vet goes back to work and Nacho squirms on the table. They’re killing him.

You know that's not true and makes zero sense.

But what makes sense about this situation either way?

You don’t realise that you’re shouting allegations until someone grips you and drags you out of the room. Before you get kicked out of the office, a weak voice calls your name.

Nacho.

Minutes turn into hours, morning turns to day and then afternoon. You remain seated on the cold tile floor hugging your knees against your chest. The anxiety grows stronger and it feels like you’re about to drown in worry. When the door to the office finally opens, you can barely stand up.

It’s impossible to read the expression on his face. The scrubs he’s wearing are stained red. You can feel your stomach twist.

“He’s alive.”

Nacho wakes up from his feverish dreams. His mind is foggy and his eyes feel heavy. The sedatives are wearing off and his whole body aches, especially the place where the bullets penetrated his shoulder.

He is in a cold room with his bare back resting against an even colder metal table. He feels like shit. With a raspy voice, he repeats the only word he’s been able to say lately. Your name. When a warm hand intertwines fingers with him, he finally breathes out.

Your sobbing wakes him from his trance. He opens his brown eyes and looks at you through heavy eyelids and black eyelashes. He manages to give you a weak smile and in a raspy voice, he greets you.

“Hey, mi vida.”

“Hey, my love.” You reply and manage to smile through the tears. “You’re alive…”

With those words said, you burst into tears again. The cousins and Caldera look uncomfortable with the emotional outbursts and the scene between the two lovebirds.

“...Let’s give Varga and his partner some time to talk.” the vet says. He’s quick to leave and the twin men don't protest.

Once finally alone, Nacho brings a weak, trembling hand to your cheek. He feels the soft skin against his palm and feels a sense of relief. When you lean forward he doesn’t think twice before pulling you into a kiss, and then another one.

He’s alive.

“I love you. I should’ve told you earlier, I… I’m sorry.”

Your boyfriend tries sitting up and winces in pain.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

He can no longer hold back the wave of emotions. The shock of watching Arturo die, the stress Hector and his nephews have caused him, for years. The worries for his own life, but mostly for his dad, and you. It all comes crashing down. And now… Gus is a threat.

Nacho knows his life just got more complicated and a lot more dangerous.

He’ll have to tell you everything.

But for now…

He cries. He lets you hold onto him.

Nacho squeezes you close to him, to make sure you can’t slip away.

Once he’s healed, he’ll go back to duty. He’ll protect you.

But for now… He lets you protect him.

When you whisper “I love you”, he feels at peace.

You’re his shelter and his home.

Did my mentally unstable a- cry when writing this because I love Nacho so damn much?? Yes. 2am emotional damage

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miguelsfangservice · 6 months

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BEYOND THE SPOTLIGHT III

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!Famous Idol Reader

Warnings: Angst/comfort, fame has caused reader a lot of pressure and insecurities.

Summary: It doesn't matter he's at HQ trying to keep the multiverse afloat, your face, your voice, your smile and laugh follows him everywhere.

No, he is not losing it (yet); it's just that it’s kind of inevitable when most spiders under his command are... how did Gwen called it? Ah-staning you?

Well, he can't really complain, it's his girlfriend, after all.

PART I, PART II, PART III

“I’m telling you, he’s been seeing someone” Peter chants while gently bouncing Mayday on his arms, trying to soothe her enough to fall asleep. “That or there’s something super shady going on with him”

“Why are those the only two options for him according to you?” Jessica questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Those are the extremes of all the situations I could imagine for Miguel.”

“Him dating someone is something extreme for him, Peter, really?”

“Ok, you know what?” he rolls his eyes, and looks at Jess completely offended by her refusal to help him figure out what’s happening with their boss. “If he’s not seeing anyone, his behavior is still kind of worrying, don’t you think? Like, even while talking about all the stressing stuff about our work, he seems worried about something else. Miguel does NOT worry about anything else BUT work, Jess. You gotta admit that.”

“It’s just…” she whispers, looking away from Peter, unsure. “It feels kind of out of character from him, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, but maybe he got tired of…you know, the loneliness of the job.” Peter says looking down to see Mayday finally asleep, he smiles and thinks about his friend, of how much he would like to have something like what him and Jess have. “He deserves to have someone who’s there for him when he goes home.”

Jess smiles, thinking about her family, about the warmth that comes after a long day saving her New York and other universes.

“We should ask hi—”

“We clearly need to spy on him”

❃❃❃❃

Miguel entered the apartment with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the night's events on his shoulders, it’s been hours and the sun is starting to rise in the horizon, but there’s still some left-over adrenaline. All he wants is to get on the bed and hug you, he knows both need that.

The sight of the scattered clothes in the bedroom and half-finished breakfast worries him. Everything your company (specially that annoying manager of yours) is making you do isn’t healthy, it’s going to harm you sooner or later and he needs to find a way to stop it.

Miguel is used to deal with a hundred Peter Parker’s stubbornness, he knows his way around most of them…but with someone who mirrors his own stubbornness? No way in hell that, if he tried to dissuade you to leave the company, it would go well between the two.

Besides, this is his first relationship in years. He doesn’t want to mess this up, he needs you so bad to the point Miguel feels like he could die if anything were to go wrong, separating you from him.

It’s not healthy, he’s aware of that. But years of trauma and solitude had taken their toll in several aspects of his life, especially in the relationship-love department.

He broodingly picks up the clothes and finishes your breakfast, then goes to bed and tries to get some sleep…tries and tries for what feels like hours, but he can’t stop thinking about you.

You were probably exhausted, hungry and stressed out of your mind.

Miguel looks at the clock on the wall, at 1:00 p.m. he knows you get your one and only break of the day. Miguel can visit you then, bring you some food and try to cheer you up, maybe if he’s nice enough with godawful Ashley she could let him stay for the rehearsals.

It’s not a secret that Miguel despises her and he knows you do too, so, it makes him feel a bit guilty to think that, out of all the people in your and his life, Ashley is the one who knows about your relationship.

You had told him it would make it easier for him to get into the building if she knew, instead of having him sneaking around after long exhausting days saving the multiverse.

Deep down, he recognized the same could apply to his people at the HQ. Especially Jess and Peter, who could probably give him decent relationship advice.

With those thoughts on his mind, he changed clothes, took the keys of the apartment and headed to your workplace.

❃❃❃❃

Ashley leads him through the building, trough tons of hallways covered in mirrors.

“Dios, qué asfixiante es este lugar.” ( God, this place is so suffocating) He mumbles.

“Hm?”

Miguel politely smiles and shakes his head. Ashley keeps walking in front of him.

She kept talking about how much your effort was benefiting the company, backhanded praises and just saying stuff Miguel felt bitter about, he knew that even if she was telling him good things about you, she did not mean them, Miguel was aware of how bossy and cruel she could be to you if her demands were not reached.

“If only your girl could up her game, you know?” she was using an upbeat tone, but Miguel was not stupid, he could sense pettiness in her voice.” Lose some weight and be on time she could ready for something more.”

Miguel couldn’t help but scuff and clench his fists.

“I think we both know she’s already more without any of what you mention she supposedly needs to do.” Miguel's response was laced with a sharp edge, his tone far from the usual 'normal citizen Miguel' as you liked to call it. Instead, it resembled the 'mean boss Miguel' that you sometimes reprimanded him for when he took annoying calls from Peter. “She has prepared herself for this her whole life, she’s more than ready for it, she’s already doing more than enough, wouldn’t you say?”

He kept walking, Miguel could see the door to the rehearsal room so he decided to ignore her silence and the few seconds Ashley stopped right on her tracks, watching him walk away from her.

Miguel was about to knock on the door, your sweaty and exhausted self-opened the door. Your eyes grew big and a smile started to appear on your chapped lips; Miguel tried to offer you a warm smile, but seeing how pale and absolutely tired you were clenched his heart, his mind aching to do something, anything to take you away from this place.

“Miggy, what are you doing here?”

“I thought maybe we could find some nice place to eat on your break, cielo.” He can feel Ashley’s presence behind him and he confirms she has catch up with him when your eyes divert to her.

“I’m sorry, love. I- I have to finish this one, but we could eat together tonight, right?” you whisper, your gaze nervously diverting to Ashley. Miguel looks over his shoulder and catches your manager practically giving you a death glare before shifting her attention to Miguel and forcing a tight smile.

Miguel had enough.

“You did not finish your breakfast and barely got any sleep” he hisses. Miguel does not intend to make you think he’s angry with you, but his anger towards the situation is threatening to overtake his rational side and with all the bitterness he can muster without fully showing his anger he says: “Even Ashley here can tell with how pale and shaky you are, although it wouldn’t be convenient for her to admit it.”

“I don’t think I like whatever nonsense you’re implying here” Ashley retorted, her face red with contained anger.

“You know exactly what I’m saying here, stop manipulating her!”

“Miguel, enough! I’m fine! I’m not even hungry—”

“You need to understand, you may not be feeling bad right now, but if you keep this up it’s going to do more damage than good, you know that, right?” Miguel softens his voice, moving closer to you.

He feels his stomach drop when you step away from him.

“Cielo, this place, this people” he almost hisses those words, pointedly looking at Ashley. “Cannot be the only way to get what you want, please…I’ll help you find a way, trust me with this. You’re talented, hard worker—”

“Stop” you whisper, you don’t even have the energy to stop your tears. You look around and there’s people looking at the scene now.

“You are enough, love. Don’t let them tell you otherwise just so they can fill their bags with money!”

You can hear the desperation in his voice, his eyes pleading. But it’s all too much, his words, the whispers of those who know nothing about you, about Miguel… and the relentless stare of Ashley, of this damn company that gave a nobody like you a chance to fulfill your dreams.

Overwhelmed, you felt the emotional weight of the moment bearing down on you.

“Leave, Miguel, please”

Your heart hurts at Miguel’s utterly devastated face. Even with the mental fog the stress is giving you, you are quick to regret your words, he was only trying to help, and while this wasn't the best approach, you know feelings are hard for him.

Miguel composes himself, gives you a nod and starts walking away.

“Miggy, wait—.”

“You need to leave too.”

You turn to look at Ashley, to people who didn’t know her, the expression on her face denoted nothing…but most of your day was spend with her and you knew that look.

Not only were you frightened, but you also felt completely humiliated, you felt like a child being scolded by its mother.

How in the world could you end up like this?

Behind Ashley, you look at your reflection.

Really looked at your reflection, for the first time, not to judge your body or your dance moves, but to actually see what they were making of you.

You felt a familiar warmth engulf your tiny hand compared to his. Looking up, you saw Miguel looking at Ashley solemnly, you imagined this was the expression he made when he gave orders to the hundreds of heroes under his command.

“Let’s go, cielo. You need to rest.”

❃❃❃❃

A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long! I was having a hard time writing this cuz I didn't know what direction i wanted all of this to take. But I hope everyone can enjoy this! I'll love to hear your thoughts!

#miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel spiderverse #miguel 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv #spider verse

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specificallybruins · 2 months

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just part of a WIP from right after the Bruins vs Krakens game

“Sorry March, can you repeat that?” Brad shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. It’s nothing.” Brandon knows something is definitely up and he is not letting this go. “No, it’s not okay. C’mon Marchy, don’t hide away from us.” More silence. Until he hears the dumbest and most incorrect thing that ever came out of Brad Marchand’s mouth. “Is it me? Did I make the wrong calls? Am I looking at the right things to improve on? I don’t think I should be captain. I know I’m not Bergy or Krech but I’m trying and I’m still fucking up. And we keep losing and we keep falling and I’m just here fucking things up.” And suddenly, louder, “Oh fuck. Fuck. Krech said not to let him down and oh fucking christ I’m letting him down and I just can’t seem to get things right and I’m just disappointing them now fuck.” At this point Brad’s voice turns from an almost whisper to gasps and sobs. And Brandon is hurt. Hurting for his captain. Hurting for the rest of the team. Hurting that all he could do is to hold him tighter and try his best to tell him that no, no that’s not true at all. He wishes Patrice were here, just a little though, as he is one of the few able to dispel Brad’s insecurities the most. He envies Patrice’s closeness to Brad, just a little. His suit is damp and he doesn’t give a damn about it. He pulls out his phone and clicks on Coyle’s name. Bambi: tell everyone to bring their sleep stuff and duvets to Marchy’s room when we get back. No one’s sleeping alone tonight if i can help it CCCCC: 👌 After that confirmation he puts his phone away and starts pulling Brad towards the bench where his clothes are. “C’mon let’s wipe you down and we can go back to the hotel, okay?" A slight nod. Which is better than nothing.

Yea I had some feels about the games

The whole time I was like well fuck after losing both krej and bergy he's gotta be internalizing this shit now

And since Brando's now the designated big huggy comfort its up to him to take charge and get their captain some cuddles with the team

a not so lil bit of Carlo x Marchy if ur ok with that, theres gonna be swaymark too

Yea its also kinda based on the Team Bed AU by BlueJay141519 on AO3 so go check that out too Hug Me Shy - Bluejay141519 - Men's Hockey RPF [Archive of Our Own] (i dont know their tumblr or any other handle im so sorry)

#boston bruins #brad marchand #brandon carlo #carlo x marchand #carlo x marchy #marchand x carlo #swaymark #im a lil scared to finish it honestly but yea #boston bruins fic #bruins #i suffer in rarepair hell #brandochand

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spicy-picklez · 1 year

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Rainbow after a Storm (P8)

Includes:

Praise kink, marking kink, overstimulation, sub!Larissa, teasing, fingering, eating out, aftercare.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x fem!reader (principal x 18y student)

Summary:

Wednesday gets your attention in the worst way, getting you to help her with a special occasion. Larissa and you spend some more time… *bonding*

Word Count:

3.5k

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A/N: I feel like my chapters are getting worse, the less sleep I have. I genuinely haven’t slept in 82 hours 🤭

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Later in the evening, you lay with your back pressed to Larissa’s side, her arm wrapped around your waist as you rest your head on her shoulder. Her blonde hair cascades down past shoulder-length, two strands shaping her face. Sitting on the bed, she reads aloud from her favourite series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. Her voice is soothing on your ears, closing your eyes, enjoying the serenity of the moment, as the sun gently falls onto your skin. However, Larissa’s voice is cut off as your phone sounds with text notifications. Picking up your phone, your lock screen consists of multiple messages, all but one saying “Nesie Addams has sent a photo.” Your mouth goes dry as you open the messages. A series of pictures from last night show Larissa transforming in Jericho to hug you.

Nesie: Now I don’t want to say I told you so but… I told you it’d be more than just ‘Larissa’ soon enough. ;)

You: Nesie, what the fuck! Where are you? Where’d you get these?

Nesie: I took them the other day when I went down to get Enid her 3 month anniversary gift. I’m in my room, guessing you’ll be here soon?

You: You are so dead, Nesie.

Nesie: Ooh I’m keen for a challenge.

“Everything ok, my love?” Larissa asks, watching your fingers flying over your phone screen with an incredible rate. You nod, her voice bringing you back to reality. “Yeah, I just gotta go see Nesie for a bit.” She can feel your pulse against her skin before she removes her arm from over your shoulder, letting you move out from her embrace. Grabbing your uninjured arm, she gently squeezes it, causing you to turn and look at her. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Her eyes are full of concern as she looks up at you. You nod, a soft smile growing on your face as you gently lean forward, cupping her face with your free hand. Letting the gap between your faces close, your lips gently brush over hers. “I’m ok. I’ll fill you in when I get back.”

Satisfied with your answer, she lets go of your wrist after gently placing her lips on yours, electricity running through your veins. You gently graze her cheek with your hand as you walk over to the door, grabbing your jacket on the way. As your hand lands on the door handle, you look back, a cheeky grin on your face. “Oh and if anyone mentions anything about Wednesday tonight, it wasn’t me.” Larissa’s head sharply lifts from her book as you say this. “Y/N, what’s that supposed to mean?” You were already halfway out the door by the time she finished her question. “Bye hun, I’ll see you later.” The same cheeky grin from earlier reappears across your face as she continues to call after you.

Walking through her empty office, you sidle through the door and into the corridors, making a beeline for your old dorm. Barging through the door with a bang, you storm up to Wednesday who’s sitting at her typewriter. “Wednesday Friday Addams, delete those photos right now.” She turns around in her chair to face you, a smirk on her face.

“Oh don’t worry, I already have. I just wanted to prove a point.” She holds up her phone as proof, all messages gone from your conversation and like usual, absolutely nothing in her photo gallery except for Enid. “Nesie, you little shit.” A grin spreads across your face as you fall back onto your old bed. “So, you and the principal huh?” Looking at her, you nod, a giddy smile pulling at your lips. “You genuinely can’t tell anyone Nesie, not even Enid. Riss could lose her job and I’d get expelled if anyone finds out.”

“Calm down Y/N. It’s not going past me, I’d rather be welcomed by death’s sweet embrace before I’d even think about betraying you.” You nod, knowing she speaks the truth. “Well in that case, yes. As of this morning, we are officially girlfriends.” A rush of euphoria hits you, it feels amazing saying it. Larissa Weems, your goddess of a principal, is your girlfriend. “So, have you… you know?”

You sit up in shock. “Who are you and what have you done with Nesie? Since when have you ever wanted to know about my sex life?” Her face is expressionless as she looks at you. “I don’t. I just want to know how long it takes you to prove my statement from Friday.” Rolling your eyes at her, a blush spreads across your face. “Not long at all… we, you know, last night.”

“You guys couldn’t even make it a week?! My lord, I overestimated you. You moved into her room on Wednesday… it’s only Sunday Y/N and you’re telling me you fucked last night?!” Shock is plastered on her face as she stares at you. Quickly, you shush her, keeping aware of people walking the corridors. “Well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a whore. What about you and E? How long did it take you?” She rolls her eyes, dismissing the first part of your response. “We actually haven’t slept together yet. She’s still a virgin so I told her I’ll wait as long as she needs.”

“Well at least one of us has self control. That's really sweet of you Nesie.” Her eyes shoot daggers into your skull as she hears the last part.

“Use sweet to describe me again and I can guarantee the loss of all ten of your fingers.” Your hands shoot up above your head. “Please don’t, I need them.” She rolls her eyes. “I think you mean Principal Weems’ needs them.” You open your mouth to protest but Wednesday cuts you off. “Anyways, did you mind giving me a hand with something?” Raising an eyebrow, you signal for her to continue. “It’s Enid and I’s three month anniversary today and I’m about to set up a movie night by the lake for her but I forgot to grab her flowers. Could you potentially grab some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill’s classroom for me?”

“Nesie, first off, you know if you want my help you can just ask and I’ll be here, you don’t have to terrify me with those photos. Second, you do realise we destroyed her classroom yesterday right?” Her eyes light up with a cheeky glint as she responds. “Where’s the fun in just straight up asking though? But remember she’s growing some pink dahlias under the work benches around the classroom.” Exhaling deeply, you run your hand through your hair. “I don’t even know why I’m saying this but alright. I’ll meet you back here in 30 minutes.” Wednesday nods. “Thank you Y/N.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t thank me too soon, I still haven’t figured out how to get them yet. Just go, set up the date, I’ll sort it out somehow.” You say as she grabs her projector, walking out the door. Waiting till she rounds the corner, you shut the door behind her. You shift into Coach Vlad and quickly dash into the corridor, closing the door as you start heading to the botany classroom. “This better fucking work.” You mutter, rounding the last corner.

Knocking on the classroom door, Ms Thornhill responds with a simple “yes?” Opening the door, you walk through. “Ah Vlad, what can I help you with?” She smiles up at you, well, Vlad. “I’m sorry to hear about your classroom Marilyn, but I was wanting to surprise my partner with their favourite flowers tonight. The only problem is, I can’t get them anywhere and I heard from the students that you had some pink dahlias growing, so I was wondering if I could have some?”

“Thank you, and of course you can, I’m lucky whoever ransacked it didn’t also raid my spare plant cupboards.” She grabs her key and walks over to the cupboards under the workbench by the door. Unlocking the door, she gathers a small bouquet of the pink flowers. “Thank you Marilyn, do you have any idea who destroyed your classroom?” You say, taking the bouquet from her. “No concrete proof but I have no doubt in my mind that Y/N was behind it.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure of that?” You prompt as she sighs. “I could swear it was her graffiti on the blackboard. However, Principal Weems said Y/N was in her room at the time of the incident.” You really need to change your tagging style. “Well what reason would Principal Weems have to lie? Especially over a student that causes her so much grief around school? Anyways, thank you again for the flowers Marilyn but I really must be going.”

“Not a problem coach. Hope your partner likes the flowers.” She says as you nod, walking out of the classroom. Stepping into a nearby empty classroom, you shift back to your true form. Exiting the room with the flowers in your hand, you head back to your old dorm room where Wednesday is anxiously pacing. “I believe you ordered a bouquet of pink dahlias.” You say, as she turns around on her heels. “Thank you Y/N, I owe you.” You give her a smile. “You’re welcome, Nesie, enjoy your night.” Saying your goodbyes, you head back to your room.

Walking back through the door, Larissa smiles as she looks up from the page she’s reading. She’s still in the same position you left her in, just a lot further through the book. “Well I must admit, it’s a nice change not seeing you being escorted in by a teacher again.” A cheeky smirk grows on her face as she says this. Walking over to her, you can’t help the smile pulling at your lips as you take in the pinkish glow illuminating her skin from the sunset peeking through the window. “Yeah well, maybe being in your good books isn’t so bad.” Her eyebrow raises as you say this. “Oh?”

Gently trailing your fingers up her thigh with one hand, the other cups her face as you press your lips against hers, her hands wrapping around your waist. She runs her tongue over your lip, asking for entry, which you gladly give to her. Her hands grasp at your hips, lifting you into her lap. Your thighs on either side of her legs, straddling her lap as the kiss deepens. One of her hands trails up your body to grasp your hair, pulling your head back, a soft moan escaping you as she does. With free access to your neck, she leaves a trail of soft kisses from behind your ear down to your collarbone. “Larissa…” Her name rolls off your tongue as she gently bites down your shoulder, running her tongue over the bite mark, sucking at your skin.

You grin as she pulls away, admiring the bruise already spreading over your skin. “And this is why I quite like being in your good books.” You say, making her chuckle as she rests her forehead against yours. “I do believe you said that you’d fill me in on why you ran off earlier love. So come on, I’m curious.”

“Well you remember how that long string of texts came through? It was Nesie, sending photos of us last night in Jericho. More specifically when you shifted forms to hug me.” Her lingering smile drops as she hears this. “Who’s Nesie? How fucked are we?” You laugh.

“Nesie is Wednesday, so not at all. She just wanted me in her room to help her get some pink dahlias from Ms Thornhill. It’s hers and Enid’s three month anniversary tonight and she was busy setting up the date. She knows about us and she’s not going to tell anyone, you know Wednesday, she’ll take it to her grave if it involves me.” Larissa’s expression softens as she lets out a sigh of relief as she hears this. “And Marilyn just gave you the flowers?”

Sheepishly grinning, you rub the back of your neck. “Not exactly. I shifted forms to Coach Vlad and made up some bullshit about him wanting to surprise his partner with their favourite flowers. I don’t even know what his relationship status is but it worked.” She proudly grins as she hears this. “That’s my girl.” You can’t help the red flushing across your cheeks. Her girl. You’re still not used to hearing it, but you weren’t at all complaining. “I also found out some information about us damaging her classroom yesterday.” You hint and Larissa nods.

“She told you that I said you were in my room didn’t she?” It was her turn to blush now as you nod. “Why’d you do that?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. She chuckles. “This doesn’t leave this room but I like Marilyn about half as much as one likes being shit on by a bird.” You choke, unable to hold in your laughter. “You and I both, my love.” Getting off her lap, she wraps her arm around you. “Can you read to me again?” You ask.

“Love, I’m a few chapters ahead now.” She chuckles as you shrug. “And? I’ve read this series through so many times. I just love hearing your voice, it’s calming.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, she indulges your request. Her hand draws random shapes on her hip as the soothing sound of her voice fills your ears.

“The most irrational part of all was that I still didn’t want to believe he would kill me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t smother that illogical speck of trust.” She pauses, flipping the page, scrunching up her nose. “Ew, straight sex. I don’t wanna read that stuff.” She flips through a few more pages before finding a new place to start as you laugh at her reaction. “Ah, here we go. Soft popping sounds echoed in my ears, and a blurry black framed my vision. I tried to fill my lungs, but it was like the air had disappeared.”

Your hand trails from the middle of her chest, slowly down to the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitches as you start lazily stroking up her inner thigh. “Keep going, love.” You say, your fingers getting ever so close to her panty-clad cunt. “T-the world tilted, and Patch slipped sideways in my vision.” A small moan escapes her mouth as you slowly start running your thumb from her clit to her entrance through the thin sheet of fabric covering her. Grinning, as she tries to regain her composure, you hook your fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs.

Repositioning yourself in between her legs, you begin to lay kisses along the inside of her thigh. “Keep reading love, be a good girl for me.” You murmur, licking up her thigh, sucking the sensitive skin into your mouth. Taking a deep breath, she continues. “I flattened my hand to the wall to steady my balance. The deeper- Mmnhh fuck, Y/N!” Her head goes flying back as you lay a gentle kiss to her clit, teasing her entrance with two fingers, feeling her juices coat your hand.

“Somehow I don’t think those are the words baby. Though they do sound divine coming from you.” You murmur, a smile on your face as your lips brushing gently over her clit with each word, making her whimper. “Y/N, please, I need you.” She begs and how could you deny such a request? Taking the book from her hand, you close it, placing it away from her as you grab at her shirt. “Off. Now.” You say before pressing your tongue firm against her clit, flicking your tongue up and down over the sensitive mound. Sitting up, she pulls her shirt over head and it gets sent flying off somewhere in the general direction of the floor. Quickly plunging two fingers inside of her, she arches her back off the bed, letting off a string of heavenly moans. You take the opportunity to reach your free hand under her back, unclasping her bra in one swift hand motion. Your arm swoops under her thigh, lifting it up over your shoulder giving you deeper access to her dripping cunt. Curling your fingers inside her, you grin as her legs jerk from the depth of them.

Slowly drawing your fingers out, you plunge them back in as your tongue continues to pick up speed on her clit, switching between licking and sucking. Your free hand reaches up her body to intertwine with her hand that was desperately grasping at the sheets until her knuckles were white. Her other hand reaches down and tangles itself in your hair, pushing you further into her. Your eyes flick up her body as your tongue continues pleasuring her sensitive mound, your right hand curling in and out of her soaking cunt, your left hand switching its attention between each of her nipples. The heavenly gasps and moans she let out were too much. “Look at me.” You growl, dramatically increasing the pace of your fingers inside her. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, her legs starting to tremble. She was close, her eyes begging for just that little bit more. Bringing her clit into your mouth, you suck on it, moaning. The vibrations on her clit were too much and she came undone over your tongue, your name falling off her lips in a pleasured scream as her thighs squeeze around your ears, shaking uncontrollably. Her hand in your hair tries to pull your head away. Completely unfazed, you continue sucking on her clit, your fingers working her up to another orgasm. “Y/N please, I can’t.”

Removing your hand from her breasts, you grasp her hand. “Yes you can darling, just breathe and relax. I’ve got you.” Your hand gives hers a comforting squeeze, your thumb gently rubbing over the back of her hand as her legs start trembling again. “Good girl, you can cum on the count of three, baby. One…” You bring her clit into your mouth, gently sucking on it, earning a string of whimpers and moans. “Two…” Your fingers push inside her, twisting against her sweet spot. “Y/N, please.” She whimpers. On three, you replace your mouth on her clit with your palm from the fingers pumping in and out of her, gently nipping at the inside of her thigh. “Oh, Y/N!” A guttural moan escapes her as her entire body jerks, her pussy clenching tightly around your fingers. Her chest rises heavily as you slow everything down, helping her ride out her high. She could swear she was seeing stars as the familiar lightheaded feeling rushes through her veins.

“That's my good girl. You look so gorgeous, Riss.” Slowly, you slide your fingers out of her over-sensitive hole. Taking each of your fingers in your mouth, you slowly suck off her juices. “You taste so good my love.” You say, leaning forward to brush your lips over hers. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to grab a few things, ok?” She nods, still unable to form words, her body still sensitive from its high. You grab a glass from the kitchen, filling it up with water before walking into the bathroom, you run a small towel under the water, squeezing out the excess liquid before returning to her. She gratefully accepts the glass of water, you brush her sweat covered hair out of her eyes, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. You recenter yourself between her legs, making her eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?”

“It’s ok baby, I’m just cleaning you up. No more, I know you’re sensitive, you did so well for me, my love.” She gasps as the cold towel touches her skin, gently wiping away the liquid leaking down her thighs. You place another soft kiss against her thigh, getting up to put the towel in the washing basket before returning to her. You turn off the bedside lamp as you lean over her, shutting the curtains. Getting into bed with her, she pushes herself against you making you chuckle. “Come here, my love.” She lies with her head on your chest, your hand stroking through her hair, placing the occasional kiss on her forehead as you shower her with compliments.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before.” She shyly admits. “What? Aftercare?” You ask, your heart dropping as she nods. “Love, I’m so sorry. You should always have aftercare after sex.” You say, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her body closer to yours. “Is there anything else you need?” You whisper, your hand returning to her head, gently massaging her scalp. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me darling, I will always make sure you’re taken care of afterwards. Now try to get some sleep, you have work tomorrow.” You murmur as she nods against your chest, letting out a yawn as you smile. “You deserve the world and more Riss.” You quietly say as she drifts off to sleep. It’s only then that you allow yourself to sleep, holding her in your arms as both of your soft snores fill the room.

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #woman x woman #nevermore #forbidden romance #forbidden love

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yifftwiceplz · 6 months

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[ Years in the future, but not many… ]

[ +10 to be precise]

“Is it really that crazy to think I don’t want to lose you?”

“I don’t know what you expect Dave,” Karkat sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, “it’s not like I can go down to the hospital and get mortality reassignment surgery.”

“We still have access to the rest of the omniverse. You know I don’t ask the council for jack shit, and you know they love you. We could find a blood quest bed if we just looked around.”

Karkat throws his head back and groans. “You seriously want to risk infecting the universe we worked so hard to protect with another Jack Noir or Lord English? Or some other unknowable horror? Just for this?”

“Just for this?” Dave raises his voice slightly, despite the shakiness permeating his body. “Our marriage, which you so fuckin' casually gesture and refer to as ‘this’, is everything to me, just in case that wasn’t extremely god damn obvious.”

Karkat narrows his eyes at Dave in a cold glare. “Don’t twist my words. Don’t try to make it sound like I don’t care about our marriage, Dave. That’s not fucking fair and you know it.” He spits, making an effort to bite back tears.

Dave remains silent.

Karkat continues. “Has it not occurred to you, even once, just once, that I don’t want to live forever?”

“Has it not occurred to you that I also don’t want to live forever? Especially if it’s without you?” Dave retorts.

“Oh!” Karkat throws his hands up. “So I’m the lucky one, because I get to die early!”

“Kinda, yeah!” Dave shouts, hands visibly shaking. “You fucking asshole. How do you expect me to take it knowing every day I get a little closer to watching your health decline?? To watching you fade away. Going to your corpse party. And then coming back to our house, alone.” His voice cracks.

Karkat remains silent.

After a long, pregnant pause in the conversation, Dave wordlessly puts on houseslippers and a hoodie.

“Where the hell are you going.” Questions a deflated Karkat.

“I gotta get some air.” Dave mutters to himself. He exits, restraining himself from slamming the door when he hears Karkat call his name. He turns his phone off and shoves it in his back pocket.

Dave stops at a cornerstore for some cigarettes and a cappuccino. Normally he’d mix all the flavors. He barely has the heart to push the buttons and talk to the cashier. He notes Karkat is usually one to facilitate transactions.

He chooses to walk. Kind of annoying to smoke and have coffee while you’re flying around like Superman. Not that he has a solid plan for where he’s walking. The urge to get out of the house provided enough fuel to walk to the gas station, and beyond that, he’s acting on pure impulse. He naturally finds himself wandering through the park to Dirk’s apartment.

Dirk answers the light rapping on the door almost instantly; does this dude ever sleep? Dave makes a note to hound him about that when he’s not in the middle of a fight with Karkat.

“Sup.” He says flatly.

“Sup.” Dave responds flatly. “Wanna go to Vegas?”

There’s barely a moment of pause before Dirk points out the obvious.

“Are you and Karkat fighting?”

Dave sulks, somehow expecting Dirk to not put 2 and 2 together. Or at least not comment.

“Do you want to talk about it on the way to Vegas or not.”

“... Yeah, ok. Do you want clothes?”

Dave looks down to check his fit. He admits to himself it’s a bit dumpy. It’s then he notices the grey symbol on the chest - he’d grabbed Karkat’s hoodie. His heart sinks in his chest and he flinches. Anyone other than his family wouldn’t have noticed. “No,” Dave voicecracks. After a moment he adds, “It’s Vegas right? Who cares.”

Dirk, equally dumpy looking, blinks owlishly behind his shades and gives a light shrug. “Are we taking the car or flying?”

Dave dumps his empty coffee cup in the apartment dumpster. “I know it’s a pain in the ass but can we take the car? I like the rumbling. And I don’t want my eyes to be dry as shit when I get there.”

“Yeah, of course.” Thank fuck for Dirk always being down to clown.

Within ten minutes, the Striders are loaded up in Dirk’s car with an itinerary, westbound and down.

#editor's art #fics go in the art tag

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