#I’ve literally got a whole jacket that my plan is to just

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Pour Some Sugar On Me

(Older!Alpha Eddie x Omega!Reader)

Summary: It’s been four months since you’ve been mated to Eddie in secret. When he takes you to “Lovers Lake” for a picnic and tells you he’s never hooked up there, it’s only right that you remedy that. WK: 1.8K

Warnings: General Omegaverse behaviors, scenting, knotting, biting, unprotected sex, outside sex, pet names, a whole lotta gushy mushy fluff. No physical descriptions of reader besides her outfit but she does have the nickname “sugar” 18+MNDI!

A/N: SURPISEEE SHAWTY!! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a ST fic but I randomly got the spark to write this today! This is set in the middle of Everlasting Sweeheart before Sugar’s dad finds out about them. Older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple.

You’ve been seeing Eddie in secret for about four months now and it couldn’t be more perfect. Aside from the fact that it was a secret. It was hard, having to hide your mate from everyone in your life. The only person you’ve told is your childhood best friend but she lives states away. A few of your employees asked about your mark and you brushed them off, not wanting to go into details. You haven’t seen your dad since that day at the shop, the day you realized that Eddie worked for him. You missed him, and you hate sneaking around behind his back. Even though it was your idea to wait, you were ready to tell him. But your mate? He wasn’t quite there yet. So you decided not to push him for now and to just enjoy your little bubble.

Today Eddie has something “special” planned for the two of you but refuses to tell you where you’re going. He does this with every date, plans something elaborate or something as simple as a movie night at home. But it was always romantic. He put a lot of thought into these dates and it made sneaking around infinitely easier on you. On those days, it feels everything and everyone but you and Eddie cease to exist.

“Alright sugar pie, you ready?” Eddie yells down the hall, you made him leave the room so you could get ready because you had a little surprise of your own. He didn’t tell you where you were going, but he at least told you that you were riding on his bike and not in one of his cars. So you’d know what to wear. And it just so happened you had the perfect outfit.

Thus far he's only seen your softer side, your little mini dresses and Mary Jane’s with ribbons tied in your hair. Which was great for when you worked at the bakery, comfy shoes, easy movement, kept your hair out of your face. But there’s a whole other side to you he has yet to discover. You were raised by a biker, after all. You look at yourself in the mirror and smirk. You had even styled your hair differently and your make up was darker than your everyday look. Eddie was going to shit.

“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” You exit the room and Eddie’s jaw literally drops and his keys that were dangling from his fingers fall to the ground.

“Sugar… you look…” his eyes roam your figure, drinking in every inch, every detail. The glossy leather of your thigh high platform boots. The little black ripped jean shorts. The tiny little white tank top. And last but not least? You’re wearing a fucking leather battle jacket. “Wow. You look so fucking sexy. Did you get new clothes?”

“Nah. This is stuff I’ve had forever. I actually started this jacket back in highschool and have gradually added to or changed it. I feel like you’re forgetting who my dad is, Eddie bear. Have you ever looked in my closet? There’s more to me than you think.” You approach him, running your cherry red fingernail along his jaw, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“You’re telling me my little sugar girl has a bad ass rocker side I don’t even know about?” He grips your hips in his large ringed hands, pulling your body taunt against his.

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.” You pull back, shooting him a wink. “You ready to go or are you gonna stand here and ogle me all night?”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna ogle you alright… but, I’m ready to go.” He gives your butt a little pat before leaning down to pick up his keys. “Come on, get your sexy ass out the door.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going. You don’t have to be pushy.” You tease, giggling as you connect his lips to yours.

Eddie drove his bike to the edge of town, turning down a dirt road and stopping when he reached the lake he apparently nicknamed “lovers lake”. He had a whole picnic packed tightly in the seat compartment of his motorcycle with all your favorite foods and treats. He even brought little candles and wine.

“This is nice Eddie, it’s really pretty here.” Your head is resting on his shoulder and you smile up at him sweetly.

“Yeah? I’m glad baby. Used to come out here in highschool in my van. Open up the back and just smoke and think, enjoy the silence. Figured it would be nice.” He smooths a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“All by yourself? You didn’t bring any girls out here? That’s why they call it lovers lake, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully.

“Ha! No, definitely didn’t bring any girls out here. Teenage Eddie wasn’t very popular with the ladies.”

“Hmm… that’s too bad, seems like a nice place to get your guts rearranged by a hot metal head, if you ask me.” You rest a hand on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That’s how you ended up where you are now, bent over Eddie’s bike, your shorts discarded on the ground somewhere, panties pushed to the side and his tongue buried as deep inside you as possible. He insisted you keep the boots and the jacket on because it was “really doing it for him”.

“Fuck baby, you always taste so sweet.” Eddie mumbles against your core, the vibrations causing you to moan out. His skilled tongue pushes you closer to the edge with each passing second. He leans down to take your clit between his lips as his thick digits circle your entrance. He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right so they brush against your sweet spot with each stroke. It has you seeing stars, your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers he feels like they’re going to get pushed out.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Eddie! Feels so fucking good, you always make me cum so good. Want your cock.”

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not fucking done with you yet.” You hear the sound of his belt, followed by his zipper. He pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, taking it in his hand and running it through your slick folds. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad alpha, want your knot.” You whimper as you push back against him. He pushes into you in one breath taking thrust.

“Ah fuck, you’re always so god damn tight.” Eddie pushes his hips flush against yours, his tip brushing against your sweet spot. His hands grip onto your ass, the cool night air making his rings cold against your skin. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks while he starts to rock into you slow and deep, teasing you.

“Eddie, faster, please, go faster.” You bounce back against him, your ass jiggling deliciously in his tattooed hands.

“Yeah? My pretty girl wants it faster?” He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, the sound of his hips clapping against your ass echoing through the trees. He starts to fuck into you hard and fast, your upper half resting against the plush bike seat and the tips of your boot clad feet are the only thing touching the ground.

“Mmm alpha, I need your cum. Need your knot. You make me feel so fucking full.”

Eddie leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, making his cock thrust even deeper inside you. One of his hands snakes around you to rub your clit while he brings his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses along the expanse of your throat. He shoves his nose into your scent gland and inhales, your sugary sweet scent sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You smell so fucking good omega. My omega. My sweet girl.” He nips at the skin of your neck before biting down, latching his teeth to your skin. It’s all too much. It all feels too good. The speed of the circles on your clit increases and that’s all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

“Ohmygod! Eddieeee, mmm fuck.” He fucks you through it before leaning up off of you to chase his own high.

“This pussy’s so fucking good. Tastes so sweet. Sucks me in so good. So tight. Fucking made for me.” His eyes don’t know where to settle, his thick cock disappearing into your creamy walls over and over again. The way your back is curved from how you’re bent over his bike. The way those fucking boots hug the top of your thighs.

“Give your cum alpha, fuck a pup into me.”

“Oh god.” His hips slap hard against yours a few more times before he’s pushing them flush against your ass, filling you with ropes of his cum. His knot starts to swell inside you and he goes to pull out so you aren’t stuck in this awkward position until it goes down but you just hook your leg around his, keeping him in place.

“No, I want your knot, Eddie. I’ll stay like this all night just to have it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You let out a little whimper that turns into a loud moan as his knot pops inside you. The feeling sending you into another mind blowing orgasm. Eddie leans his chest down against you again so he can leave loving little pecks against your cheek and rub his nose against your throat.

“That was so fucking hot.” You giggle, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, it was, but now we’re stuck like this. So I’m gonna need you to stop laughing or we are going to be stuck here all night.” Eddie chuckles as he leans into your touch.

“Just fall back on your ass, it’ll be fine.”

He leans up, gripping your hips as he lets his ass fall back onto the ground. He lands with you on top of his lap with a gentle thud.

“Guess this isn’t so bad.” Eddie cups your cheek, turning your head to the side so he can connect your lips in a passionate kiss. No matter how many times he kisses you like this you think it’ll still make a bomb filled with butterflies go off in your stomach.

“So… how was your first lovers lake hookup?”

“World altering. Wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else. I love you, sugar.”

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You giggle fondly, taking his face in your hand.

“You’ve seriously gotta stop with that cute ass giggling or I’m just gonna have to fuck you again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want?” You raise a challenging eyebrow at him, a smirk spread across your lips.

“Ohhh you’re in for it now.” He grabs your hips, manhandling you onto your hands and knees with his knot still inside you. “I can stay here all night.”

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[stars-interlude]

Poison!

a/n: I know i said a gorou fic was gonna be next but trust its in progress 🙏🏾🙏🏾 ALSO I PUT MY WHOLE HEART INTO THIS ESPECIALLY THAT TEXTING PART 😵 ALSO TYSMMM FOR THE NOTES ON THE KAZUHA FICC I rlly never thought that my work would reach that many people 😭😭 again tysm!!!

★Pairings: Leadsinger!Xiao x Fem!reader

★tags/warnings: Band!AU NSFW not proofread! smoking weed, high sex

synopsis; After your best friend Hu tao invites you to her bands concert for the first time you see her members and u see the lead singer afterwards your talking to Hu tao and he comes up to you and invites you to his place..

[💿] now playing-

You open your eyes to see the ceiling of your dimly lit room. you sluggishly reach for your phone to see a notification from “Hu tao 🥁‼️‼️” it was something about going to a concert “i’m way too tired for this..” you mumbled. You put down your phone just to hear a knock at your door. you get up to see who it was and speak of the devil it was the one and only Hu tao “Hii.. you look like a mess if i’ve ever seen one” “Hello, how are you would’ve been just a bit better” you interject “Anyway did you see my text? It was about my bands concert.” you recall seeing her text but not really processing it “uh yea I saw it” “ well you’re coming right why aren’t you trying to plan an outfit its only in a few hours?” Your eyes widen hours you literally just woke up “hours? i got up a few minutes ago” “it’s 6pm…” Hu tao says as she walks in uninvited “i had a lot of things to do last night” you argued as you followed her. Hu tao gets to your bedroom at starts going through your closet throwing out things she thought fit the theme tonight. “no way this dress will look great on you” she says as she holds up a dark red dress. “Not bad ‘Tao I’ll wear it.”

When you get to the place where the “small concert” was you see a lot of people around your friend band while they played. As you squeezed though the crowd to get a better look you can see all the members which you’ve been introduced to some but you see the lead singer and surprisingly he’s really attractive, as your looking he looks back at you and of course you can feel your face getting hot and he makes it no better with that smirk of his face. For the rest of the few songs they played you avoided eye contact with him and just took photos and videos of the band to show to Hu tao later

Just as most people were leaving you see Hu tao running up to you “Hi, how did we do?!” “You guys did great you wanna see the photos I took while you guys played?” You can basically see the stars pop in her eyes “Of course I do, you know who you’re talking to right???” you pull out your phone to show her “we all look soo cool but why didn’t you take any pictures of Xiao?” “who’s Xiao?” you respond you’ve heard many things about Xiao but there was no way he was the lead singer “what photos of me..” you and Hu tao turn around to see just the slightly taller male.

"Hey, look who it is the man himself Xiao" Hu tao announced to you. Xiao smirked “Hey.. you’re that girl I saw when i was on stage. No photos of me? hm” He said as he moved closer to your face “uh well sorry you just weren’t my main focus” you shrugged “you were definitely mine..” Xiao muttered to himself “well here” Xiao says as he hands you a small piece of paper. Then he walked away “What’s that?” Hu tao questions “I don’t even know lemme look” you opened the paper to see a phone number with an address, you felt your face get hot “it’s nothing, nothing you need to worry about” you quickly slipped it into the pocket of a jacket you wore with the dress and you started to walk out with Hu tao

“you better not hook up with him..” Hu tao looks at you “who said I was?” you replied back “I’m just looking out for you” she says as she drops you off at your place “good night ‘Tao” you say as you open and walk into your apartment

As you walk in your place you think about what she said “not to hook up with Xiao..” you pull out your phone and begin to text him

11:37 Pm

[name] - Hey it’s Hu tao’s friend from the concert

Xiao- Well u coming to my place?

[name] - i’ll be there in a few

Xiao- kk see u

You couldn’t believe what you were getting your self into but before you could process it you were already out the door. When you finally get to his place you knocked on his door and when he opened it the smell of weed made your head go blank “heyy I didn’t think you’d actually come” Xiao said fumbling on his words. You got to his room and sat on his bed his room was surprisingly clean you thought as you saw Xiao pull something out of a jar that was in a box. It was a blunt he lit it and took a long drag “you don’t mind do you?” he looked at you “no not really..” “come here cute thing” He said as he patted his thigh implying that he wanted you to sit there. You walked over and sat

He started to kiss your neck leaving marks all over until he got to your lips “you wanna take a drag?” before he could say anything else you took the blunt and took said drag afterwards you started to cough “slow down cutie little by little” Xiao said as he finally kissed your lips. He pulled away and picked you up blunt in mouth and put you on his bed you took the blunt and took another puff and you sat up to kiss Xiao as you two kissed you could feel his hands unzipping the dress you had on. when you pulled away there was a line of spit still connecting the two of you “Xiao.. can we do it now?” He looked at you and chuckled “do what? use your words” you whined it was embarrassing asking someone for sex “fuck me Xiao..” Xiao smiled and gave you a peck on the lips just before he put out the blunt that the two of you were smoking “poor baby so needy” the two of you started to get undressed and Xiao kissed up and down your body when he got to your chest he pinched and pulled your nipples

When he felt like he’s teased you enough he took his cock out and started rubbing it against you folds “oh fuck..” He hissed in pleasure and then he suddenly thrusted in “ngh~ more please” after you said that he went faster and way deeper than you’ve expected from a guy in a band. The room full of the smell of weed and sex had you going crazy “Xiao gonna cum..” you basically squealed. your back arched off the bed it felt like you were gonna pass out then Xiao leaned down and whispered “that’s all you got, there’s a lot more to cum come”

you could tell that this will be a long night..

extra:

when you woke up after Xiao fucked your brains out you got a bunch of text from Hu tao about where you were and you knew that it would be hard to explain it to her..

a/n pt2: xiao seems a lot bolder than i expected to write him.. well I hope you guys enjoyed that it took mad long to write 😭😭

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[thenickgirl]

First Date HeadCanons

bf!nick x male!reader

requested by: nonnie 🎀

disclaimer: this is all fictional and based on my own conclusions.

warnings: short, not proofread, fluffy

a/n: saurrr sorry this is kinda short, but i literally have the worst block rn. don’t fight me guys, i’ll do better 😭

Nick on a First Date:

♡ despite him being a little nervous, he’d be so excited for your date, literally never shutting up about.

♡ he would have it all planned out to the T, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect.

♡ since he can’t drive, he’ll uber to your place and pick you up.

♡ i can’t see him showing up to your house with flowers, but i wont put it past him.

“umm…i got you these..”

♡ he would take you somewhere fun where he can get to know and have good time, maybe mini golf or or carnival or something of that nature.

♡ if he takes you to a carnival, he’ll grab your hand and drag you along to different game booths, trying to win the biggest plushie for you.

“nick, it’s okay really, you don’t have to…”

“noo, i wanna win this for you”

♡ if you’re at mini golf, he’ll get behind you, teaching you how to hold your club, showing you how to hit the ball, and even though you’ve played before you’ll pretend you haven’t because it’s so cute how concentrated he is about teaching you.

♡ he’s a big spoiler as well so whatever you see that you like he’s buying it for sure.

♡ he would be so giddy, blushing most of the time maybe stumbling his words.

♡ even with him being a little nervous, he would still tease you, making jokes here and there. he just loves hearing you laugh.

♡ he’ll hold your hand while you’re walking around, and if it’s chilly he’ll give you his jacket when you get cold.

♡ he would be flooding you with compliments the whole night

“you look amazing, by the way”

“i love that shirt on you”

“you’re so fucking cute”

♡ there would be lots of pictures. he’ll take so many of you and of you two together, and you would take a few of him as well.

“we actually look so cute together”

“yeah, we do. stick with me, kid”

“oh shut uppp”

♡ he would be staring at you the whole night, and when you catch him he’ll blush and look away.

♡ before the night ends, he’ll steal a kiss, taking your breath away.

“i’ve been wanting to do that all night”

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[auras-moonstone]

hiiii!! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do a jack champion or ethan landry imagine based on the song, “delicate” by taylor swift? just like a cute fluff 💖 tysm!!!

delicate — ethan landry

word count: 1,645

pairing: non-gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: despite the delicate situation y/n and ethan are in because of ghostface and the group's doubts about ethan, they finally admit their feelings.

ETHAN UNDERSTOOD THE GROUP’S DOUBTS TOWARDS HIM, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. He truly got that after being betrayed by one of their close friends, the group members were left with trust issues, but Mindy’s constant attacks and Chad, Tara and Sam’s distrustful glances felt like a punch to the gut.

It sucked. He finally managed to befriend a nice group of people, who accepted him with his shyness and quietness, and now with the Ghostface attacks, he was losing them. Y/N and Anika were the only ones that didn’t push him away, despite the former one having been present during the Woodsboro killings. He didn’t know what she saw in him that make her trust him, unlike the rest, but Ethan was grateful. Her putting distance between them would have broken his heart, because he really liked her.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N liked him back. She trusted him with her heart, and she was sure it wasn’t her love for him deceiving her, she was positive he wasn’t the killer. She was the only one who believed him because she was the only one that really saw him, the only one who really payed him attention. Every flash of sadness that crossed his eyes whenever an accusation was thrown at him, the fear on his face when he realized the group was in danger, how he would always make sure to be the first person to enter a room to check it was clear, how he was always on hyper alert for any abnormal movement that could indicate the killer was close. Ethan Landry truly cared about them, and as a response, he received nothing but jabs and accusations and that broke Y/N’s heart.

The only good thing about the situation was that Y/N never left his side, not wanting to make him feel lonely. She was always making plans with him, trying to get his mind off things. That’s one of the things Ethan liked the most about her—her selflessness. The killer that chased her a year ago was back to haunt her, yet she was more worried about his well-being and feelings.

Right now, they were walking back to her dorm from the dive bar on the East Side. They were both a bit tipsy, giggling over the silliest of things and cuddling each other. Y/N was glued to his arm and he rested his head on top of hers.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Y/N asked as they reached her door.

“It was the most fun I’ve had in weeks. Thank you, you’re the best” his back was against the door, Y/N on the same position beside him.

“No, you are the best” she poked his chest. “I don’t like seeing you sad, Ethan. I love our friends, but they really get on my nerves when they point fingers at you.”

Ethan shrugged “There’s a killer on the loose, and they had been—metaphorically and literally—been stabbed on the back by a friend before, I get it. What I don’t get is why don’t you point your fingers at me?“

“Because I really see you. I can pin-point every little action that makes me trust you, but it would take the whole night. I just want you to know that I am certain you’re a good person, and that you would never lay a finger on anyone, much less on us.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me.” his voice reflected such vulnerability that Y/N couldn’t help but throw her arms around his middle.

“Stay. I don’t want you to walk alone at night” Y/N said as they broke the hug.

“Sure” he smiled.

They went up to her room, and Ethan waited nervously by the bed as Y/N changed clothes. When she got out of the bathroom, she furrowed her eyes at Ethan. He was standing still, with his arms behind his back and he didn't even take his jacket off.

Y/N was going to make a funny remark about it, but then her eyes fell on his face and she forgot how to speak. The light of the pale moonlight reflected on his boyish features and the air turned thick with tension and indecision. She wanted to get closer and drown in his chocolate brown eyes, and at the same time she wanted to stay there and admire the sight, because Ethan Landry was handsome, he was as magestic as a mansion with a view.

"W-what is wrong? Why are you looking at me?" Ethan asked insecurely.

"Because you're handsome and I like you so much."

Ethan was taken aback by her brutal honesty, but once he really processed her words, his heart threatened to escape from his chest. "You're drunk."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" he asked confused.

"You are trying to convince yourself that I don't mean it. I don't know if it is because you don't feel the same, or because you don't believe it, but don't. I have liked you for so long, I would have told you sooner but then all of the shit started happening and I... I was scared."

"I don't feel the same? I would be crazy not to like you, Y/N" he said as he closed the distance, cupping her jaw. He tilted her head up and started to close the distance slowly, giving her time to take a step back. Instead, she grabbed him from the jacket and pulled him down to get rid of the few inches that separated their lips.

With their mouths unraveling their desire, they lumbered towards the bed, as they got rid of their clothes, and ended up twisted in the bedsheets. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, which made them stay awake until late, leaving them completely exhausted yet ecstatic.

IN THE MORNING, Y/N WOKE UP WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE as she recalled the long night with Ethan’s hands up in her hair. The cold spot on her side made her feel a little gloom, but the feeling soon evaporated when she heard the echoes of someone's footsteps downstairs—she just knew that it was Ethan. Putting on the shirt he had discarded last night, she tip-toed to the kitchen, where she found a shirtless Ethan making breakfast.

"For a moment, I thought you had left." Y/N said, making her presence known.

The curly-haired boy set his gaze on her frame and he almost let the hot frying pan fall to the ground. Fuck pancakes, he'd rather have her for breakfast.

"Well, thank you." Y/N laughed, which made him realize he had said it out loud. "And ditto. You, with your hair disheveled and bare-chested in those killer grey sweatpants, while you cook is by far the hottest thing I've ever witnessed."

Ethan blushed, and Y/N couldn't believe he was the same boy that, just a few hours ago, made her come six times as he whispered the filthiest things on her ear. She was a lucky gal, definitely.

"Maybe we should talk about it. I mean, is it cool that I said all that? Because I know that it's delicate, you know, the situation we are going through." Y/N said, sitting on the kitchen stool.

"Of course it’s okay.” he assured her. “You said you were scared" he gave her a look, letting her know he wanted her to expand on that.

"Part of the reason I never talked to you about my feelings is because I was scared of putting your life in danger. I mean, I know that you are in our friend group, making you already a potential target, but I was afraid that if you did reciprocate those feelings, you might be in more danger. Like, becoming a definite target."

"What changed?"

"To be honest? I don't know. I guess I reached the point in where you are in my head so fucking much that I just... couldn't take it anymore. It was hard to even look you in the eyes, Eth. Being so close to you yet not having you the way I wanted... so frustrating."

"I pretended you were mine all the damn time." Ethan confessed, playing with his fingers. "Maybe it's too soon to do this yet, but... I love you, so damn much."

"I love you too" she rounded the counter and wrapped his arms around him.

"The group is so not going to approve of this." Ethan warned. He wanted her to be fully aware of the complications their relationship might bring during such a delicate time. "They might turn their backs on you. I bet Mindy will think you're my accomplice."

"I don't care, that's on them. You make me happy. This is going to be over soon and they'll come around." Y/N said confidently. "The real question is, are you sure you want this? If you weren't on the target list before, you’ll definitely be now."

"I'd die for you." he said simply. And usually, in movies and books, it could be a sweet little line, but they were actually being persecuted by a serial killer who had already taken a couple of lives. It was not the time to play Romeo Montague.

"Don't say that, Ethan." Y/N said with a knot on her throat. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid."

"If the killer swung the knife at me or our friends, you'd step in too. Don't pretend. So, no. I can't make any promises." Ethan said. Her shoulders slumped, knowing he was right. "Let's just be positive. We'll be fine. Now, can I distract you from all this mess with kisses?"

That earned him a little smile and a nod. "I would really like that."

"I love you. God, now that it's finally out, I don't know if I'll be able to stop saying it." he laughed against her lips.

"You say it like it's a bad thing. Trust me, I won't complain" she gave him a long sweet kiss. "I love you, too."

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[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a Valentine's Day fic rec list! All of these fics involve Valentine's Day in some way or have a Valentine's Day vibe. We had a very short version of this rec list that we posted many years ago, but as you can see, there have been a ton of amazing Valentine's Day-related fics posted since then. Happy reading!

1) The Valentine's Day Special | Explicit | 1,322 words

Every year on Valentine's Day Harry and Louis spend the whole day participating in whatever kinks they want. This means February 14th is one of their favorite days of the year.

2) Valentine's Day | Explicit | 1,900 words

Louis and Harry are excited for Valentine's Day and can barely make it back to the hotel room.

3) All The Love | Explicit | 2,118 words

Harry smiles warmly when he sees the room with the makeshift dining table, coffee mugs for wine glasses, and a couple lit scented candles scattered across the room. He fills an empty glass and places the flowers in it, setting it on Louis’s bedside table. His smile grows even more fond when he sits across from Louis, seeing the meal his boy has prepared. They’ve only been officially dating for about a month and a half, but things couldn’t be going any better. “What’s this?” Harry asks, nodding in the direction of the dishes in front of him. “Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of mash,” Louis says full of pride. “My little chef,” the curly haired boy grins, leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek before taking a bite. “This is really good baby.”

4) Red Pants | Mature | 2,463 words

One shot in which fem Louis wears his tight little red pants to school on Valentine’s Day, and discovers he has a secret admirer.

5) Love Me Like You Do | Not Rated | 3,964 words

Louis is all in if Harry is, and Paris seems like the perfect place to ask

6) Lagrangian Point | Explicit | 4,055 words

They find each other again the night of Valentine's Day.

7) I've Loved You Three Summers Now Honey, But I Want 'Em All | Mature | 4,216 words

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do. After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

8) Reckless Serenade | Explicit | 4,446 words

Note: This fic features Girl Direction.

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

9) Dancing In The Moonlight | Explicit | 4,587 words

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

10) Keep Your Head Down And Make It To Me | Not Rated | 4,643 words

“You know, if I hadn’t been so stupid 8 years ago, we could’ve been doing this for 8 long years. My sincere apologies,” “Maybe, but now I get to enjoy this moment even more because it’s been 8 years and I’ve never stopped wanting to kiss you ever since,” Louis admits, a light blush surfacing upon his face. “I love you,” Harry repeats. Louis beams at him. Literally beams. “I love you, Harry.”

11) Cherries In The Snow | Mature | 5,151 words

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Harry is not in the mood. So naturally, Louis lets Harry paint his body with kiss marks to make him feel better.

12) Be Mine, Little Valentine | Explicit | 7,435 words

All Louis wants is to find someone who’ll love all of him. There’s just one tiny complication.

13) Indecent Proposal | Explicit | 8,445 words

The one where Louis and Harry reminisce the ups and downs of a relationship that once was, imagining themselves as the happy couple celebrating in front of them, and decide that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too bad to relive their relationship one more time.

14) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,517 words

Cupping one hand over his fist and holding them to his chest, Harry’s nose scrunches hopefully, “Would you want to get a drink before calling it a night?” Louis stares at him. “I know you’re probably tired, it’s just—” Harry sighs, wiggling his hands around nervously. “We’re both going to be alone after this and I really enjoyed talking to you, so maybe this is a little pathetic, but I could use the company?” “I, uh,” he stalls, weighing his options: either go home, have a wank, then bathe the night off, or talk more with the affable sweetheart while sharing a drink or two. Easy. “I’d like that. Sure.”

15) Better Than Words | Explicit | 11,321 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series.

Harry and Louis have an argument while at the doctors to check on their baby. Then they celebrate Harry’s birthday and Valentine’s Day in their own way.

16) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13,487 words

You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.” Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing. “You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

17) Lead Me To Paradise | Explicit | 14,615 words

No one told Harry that a paramedic could be this pretty.

18) James The Pimp | Mature | 28,255 words

Everybody, please welcome my other good mate and Harry Styles’ Valentine Date, Louis Tomlinson!” 'Kill My Mind' played as the dusty-haired singer walked onto stage from the opposite side that Harry entered. “Thanks for having me, James.” Louis’ light voice carried well as he hugged James. With the grin still plastered to his cheeks, he looked around the bulkier man at Harry politely. “But, uh, I’m a tad bit confused. As lovely as Harry here is, you should probably both know I’m, er, into women.” There was a hint of awkward hesitation in his words. He likely thought Harry wasn’t straight and didn’t want to offend him, which Harry appreciated, even if he knew he had to say his next line despite it being utterly untrue. “The same goes to you, Louis, but I am as well.” James waved a hand flippantly. “Pish posh. Who really cares about that anyhow? Come along, boys. This is my show, so if I say you are each other’s Valentines, then you are each other’s Valentines. Now act like it!”

19) Cupid’s Chokehold | Explicit | 35,326 words

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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[jjkamochoso]

The Perfect Fit

Story Overview: Levi Ackerman begrudgingly finds himself falling in love with the Survey Corps’ seamstress. Will they be able to own up to their feelings for each other? Or is their love doomed to fail before they discover the truths of each other’s hearts? This slow burn reader insert story will be filled with angst, yearning, and a bit of mystery as we slowly unravel the truths behind Y/N’s past… and explore her and Levi’s future!

Chapter 7

Chapter 6 linked here

Chapter 8 linked here

Levi Ackerman x female reader

Warnings: none

The snow had melted and left behind strikingly green grass and blooming flowers. Spring had sprung for the Scouts and with the warmer weather came a new expedition into titan territory. You and Levi had a good thing going in your office, both working and chatting keeping you busy, so you knew what the squads had been up to. You felt your heart skip a beat at the mention of everyone you had been growing fond of venturing into dangerous territory. Of course that was literally the whole point of this military branch, but you still didn’t want to see any of your friends come back hurt or not at all. The days leading up to the expedition were quiet for you but you knew your workspace would most likely be overflowing the minute the soldiers come back to the castle, tears and rips galore in every article of clothing. You took the time of the calm before the storm to work on some of your own personal projects. You were finishing up a few blankets and some children’s clothes made of fabric scraps that you were going to hand out on your trip to the interior coming up. You worked diligently, your mind wandering.

Maybe Levi could accompany me? I know Erwin usually goes but it might do Levi some good away from work for a few days. Does he even believe in charity? I’ll just have to ask him next time I see him… after the expedition of course.

You were thrown out of your thoughts by a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you said.

Sasha entered your office, handing you her jacket with a sheepish smile. “Hi, Ms. L/n. I know this is last minute but my jacket has a tear on the sleeve and Captain Levi said he’d personally feed me to the titans if I wore it on our trip so…” She trailed off, her cheeks showing a hint of red.

You lightly laughed, taking the jacket from her and inspecting the damage. “Of course he’d say that. This rip is pretty small so I don’t know why he’s nitpicking it but rest assured I’ll have it ready for you in about an hour.”

You saw her light up and she jumped up and down. “Oh, thank you, thank you! You’re the best!”

“It’s no problem, really, it’s my job. Now, head back to training. I want to make sure I keep seeing your face around here.”

Sasha saluted and ran out of the room. You pushed aside your previous projects and got right to work. The hole was ridiculously easy to repair and barely took any time. As you laid it on your table for her to pick up, an idea struck you. Getting out your tried and true pocket pattern, you executed your plan.

“Ms. L/n? I’m here for my jacket!”

Sasha showed up a little over an hour later and you had finished your work in the perfect amount of time.

“Oh good! I added a little something extra for you as well. Wanna see?”

She nodded her head eagerly as you flipped the jacket inside out. “It’s nothing major but I thought you would get good use out of an inside pocket. I know you’re always, well, hoarding food, and this way you can place it somewhere nice instead of having it fall out of your hands. I hope you like it.”

You awaited her reaction with bated breath. She was quiet for a moment and you were nervous she didn’t like it. All of a sudden a loud squeal left her mouth and she wrapped her arms around you in a bone crushing hug.

“You are the most wonderful woman I’ve ever known! We don’t deserve you!”

Was she… crying? You didn’t have time to figure it out before she left, jacket in tow, presumably to the dining hall to test it out. You shook your head, a smile resting easily on your lips. You had such a soft spot for all these kids and it broke you that they had to fight so hard while losing so much. Their resolve amazed you and inspired you to stay positive and strong as well. If they didn’t falter in the face of danger and death, you wouldn’t falter in supporting them however you could.

A few days later, Levi came by your office. You weren’t expecting him since it was the night before he was leaving but you welcomed him in as always.

“I’m surprised you’re here since you’re leaving so early in the morning,” you said, taking a sip of the drink you brought in earlier.

Levi lingered by the door. “Do you want me to leave?”

“I said I was surprised, not upset. Please, sit wherever you’d like.” You gestured with a sweeping hand, the biscuit in your grip dropping crumbs onto the floor.

As he sat down near your work table, the captain looked at you with disgust. “It’s like you live in a pig sty, dumping crumbs like that. That’s disgusting.”

You feigned sadness, putting a hand over your heart. “To think I was going to offer you some! Instead you disrespect me.”

Walking over to the bed where you were, Levi took the piece that was laid in your outstretched palm. “If I collected all the pieces off the floor I would’ve had my own full one you filthy woman.”

You couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled out of you. Levi’s eyes softened at your relaxed demeanor. The truth was, he was here because he was stressed to the max about the expedition. They always came with a degree of uncertainty and a little bit of fear, but this trip seemed like it was going to be different—worse. He didn’t know why he felt the trepidation that he did, he just knew he couldn’t bear getting stuck in his head for the next 10 hours. He already couldn’t sleep on normal nights and overthinking by himself was certainly not what he needed at the moment. Finding refuge in your room hadn’t failed him before and it seemed to be working in present time, too.

“What have you worked on lately?” he asked, eyes taking in the projects left out.

“Not a lot. Sasha came in because you chewed her out for her jacket.”

“I did,” he hummed softly, “since she was being careless and tore it on an ODM hook. Besides, nobody’s ever up here before we leave. She prevented you from becoming a hermit so you’re welcome.”

“My savior rescues me again. When am I ever going to repay the favor?”

“That’s stupid. You do plenty enough around here, stop acting like you don’t.”

You knew that was his way of giving a compliment so you said nothing, appreciating his words silently. It was quiet in your room, the slightest touch of tension running between you. It was strange because you wanted to say something, anything, before he left for what might be the last time ever, but you couldn’t find the words. What do you say to someone who continually puts their life on the line and doesn’t (more like can’t) think twice about it? You wished you could encourage him or send him off with sage advice, but nothing came to mind. “Please don’t die, I need you here for our comfortable talks and childish banter” seemed too desperate. “Good luck on your trip” was much too informal. You decided sitting in silence was probably preferable for the both of you, so that’s what you did. You didn’t know how long you two sat on your bed together, legs dangling over the edge and hands dangerously close to each other. When Levi shifted to pull his pocket watch out, his free hand slid next to your own, his cold skin melting into yours. Though the touch was small and completely accidental, it still left you reeling. The part that really had your heart thumping was the fact that he didn’t pull away. His eyes were fixed on the ticking clock while yours flitted between his ethereal side profile and the floor. When he put the timepiece away, you knew your time was up with him.

“It’s getting late. I won’t keep you up,” Levi said, but making no move to pull away from you yet.

“I’d stay up with you all night if you wanted me to. You know that.”

“I’d never want you to do that.”

“And I know that.” You took in a breath. “I can’t pretend to know how you’re feeling right now but I’m here for you. I believe in you and your squad. I won’t mention it anymore but I have faith that tomorrow is going to be okay.”

Levi found it impossible to look at you in fear of him taking one glance in your e/c eyes and canceling the whole damn expedition. Instead, he got up and ignored the situation, opting for the tried and true distraction of talking about your work.

“What’s these blankets for? And are these… baby clothes?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “One of you is enough, I can’t handle baby y/n’s running around here-”

You cut him off in your shock. “No, no, it’s not like that! They’re definitely not for me. I was going to wait to ask you until after you came back because I don’t want you to have anything else to think about.”

He looked at you expectantly, so you continued. “I’m taking the blankets and baby clothes to poverty stricken people in the interior. Erwin and I usually go and hand them out every few months but I was going to see if you wanted to come instead. If you’re into that kind of thing. No pressure of course, I know you’re super busy and it’s a silly thing I like to do but-”

“That’s the furthest thing from silly. We all have a duty to protect humanity and you’re doing it in the way you know how. Tell me when and I’ll be there.”

“Oh! Thank you! I’ll figure out the details and fill you in. Now you have to come back in decent shape because we’ve got things to do. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Sergeant brat,” Levi answered with a tiny smirk. “Now go to bed. You get irritating when you don’t sleep enough and I won’t be here to save everyone from the pain of dealing with you.”

You stuck you tongue out at him. “Goodnight Levi.”

“Night, y/n.”

When he left your room, you stood in the doorway and watched him walk down the hall to his own room, your heart aching for him. After feeling bliss from mere fingers grazing, you selfishly wanted to feel more of him. You didn’t want him to leave to help save humanity. You wanted to hold him in your arms and never let go. You settled for giving him a small wave as he looked back at you before entering his own doorway. He returned the wave and you both went to bed, sleep evading both parties.

The next morning was a blur. Running on a lack of sleep was tough but you absolutely weren’t going to miss the Survey Corp’s send off. You got ready in a hurry and ran down to the stables where preparations were finishing up. Erwin had allowed you to take a horse to follow them to the gate and you were grateful you didn’t have to stay behind. Petting your horse, you heard the clip clop of another one coming up behind you.

“You don’t look like shit so I’m assuming you slept alright?”

“You have such a way with words, Captain. Your charm is how you capture hearts, right?”

You and Levi loved teasing each other and you tried to make today as normal as possible, ignoring the fact that he was heading into titan territory in an hour. You fed your horse one last snack before climbing on, gathering with the rest of the Scouts. When you started your march toward the gate, Levi was still riding next to you in the back instead of in his position next to Hange.

“Is it okay for you to be back here? I don’t want you to screw up positioning because of me,” you argued, but he blew you off.

“Hange is too loud in the morning. Back here is fine.”

As per usual a silence fell between you. If you could overlook the fact that some of the people around you were about to die horrifically, it was a beautiful morning for a horse ride. You found yourself stealing glances at Levi, doing your best to memorize details of his face. He tried his best to keep his eyes forward but couldn’t resist the chance to admire you either. He wanted to burn the image of you, sleepy demeanor and hastily thrown on cape, sitting regally on a horse, into his mind because you radiated beauty. He hoped he wouldn’t die today but if he did, he would be content if you were the last thing he ever saw. The gate entered your view and the townspeople were cheering on the Survey Corps. You knew it was time to let Levi go.

“Levi,” you said quietly, but he miraculously heard it over the crowd. “Just… whatever you do, come back to me. Please.”

He nodded in understanding. You reached over the best you could while on your horse and placed a fist over his heart that was now beating so fast it was ready to explode. “See you soon, Captain,” you said, fighting back tears that threatened to fall.

“See you soon, y/n.”

Chapter 8

#levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi angst #levi ackerman x reader angst #levi ackerman x reader fluff #levi fluff #levi x reader #l

[theywantedplayer]

Prompt List

Thought I just make a prompt list to start this page off so you can guys can get some ideas I will be adding more throughout this and you can always send requests. I love doing them.

“Are you really this happy 24/7?”“Are you really this grumpy 24/7?” “No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.” “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.” “ i love you the way you are, okay? you don’t need to change. ” “stay quiet” “first one to make noises loses” “you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” “you have no idea how much i want you “i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name” “don’t fucking touch what is not yours” “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” “would you like to go somewhere a little private” “i want you....here.... right now” “no panties?” "Don't yell at me in languages I don't understand!"  “Buy me cute underwear and I will let you see me wearing it." "If I buy you nothing, can I see you wearing that?"  “Please dont cry, im sorry” “Don’t tell me your fine your bleeding” “I wouldn’t do that to you” “everything about you amazes me” “I’ll never be good enough” “I love you know anybody else” “ you could punch me in the face, and I still want you not gonna lie” “Hey…..be safe” “ we’re in public!” “ you’re blushing” “am not” “ you’re not even listening” “stay” “ you can’t banish me this is my bedroom too!” “ you’re literally a man child” “ let me carry that” “ oh my God you’re taking up the whole bed” “ I’m hungry” “ I’m not moving” “ Hey calm down it’s OK” “ kiss me quick” “God, you’re freezing!”  “Here, take my jacket.” “get under the blankets, quick.”

“Come here, let me warm you up.” "I'm so cold."" my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second." "cuddle with me for a second. it'll heat the both of us up." "Please come to bed" “Are you wearing my hoodie?" "Did you really put a blanket over me while I was sleeping?" "so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?" “What are you doing here?” “Are you okay?” “I love you, you know that right?” “Did you miss me?” “Could you stay, please?” “You think that this is easy for me?” “Are we okay?” “It's okay, I got you” “I'm not leaving” “I've been in love with you for years!” “I don't hate you, not even a little bit” “Don't listen to them” “Because I know you” “I hope you know what you're doing” “You don't have to pretend you're fine:” “You deserved it”“I couldn't sleep” “I'm just so tired”"I never knew that about you. it's cute." " get behind me... " " Stay here. " " don't worry. everything's going to be alright... "  “please don’t cry”“Does it hurt?” “Oh stop pouting, I'm coming.” “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” “Can I get you anything?”   “'ll be back to check up on you later.”  "Open your mouth for me.”  “Please kiss me.” “Use your words.” “Tell me what you want.” “You can take it.” “I can take it.” “You take me so well.” “Spread your legs wider.” “Louder. Let me hear you.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “Touch yourself.” “Do you want my fingers?” “I can’t get enough of you.” "Wait, don't go, please.."  " oh, sweetie/buddy... What happened? Did someone say something to you? " " are... are these good tears? or bad tears? " " You never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... " " there you are! I was... hey... what's the matter? Have you been crying? " " you've got a little mascara stain... you wanna talk about it? " " Stop this. " “I can't pretend anymore” "It's alright, just breathe, okay?" “Can you look at me? Please?” “ I don't think I've ever seen you smile”

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resting your head gently on their shoulder

smiling at each other from across the room

looking for them in a crowd

Kissing their forehead before going to sleep

Remembering their dink/food orders 

complimenting them at random times 

them gently tilting your chin

hiding face in necks

them gently tilting your chin

hiding face in neck

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

grabbing onto their arm

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

sitting close and knees touching

gripping thigh

holding the other’s jaw

#cole caufield x reader #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #mitch marner x reader #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale #trevor zegras smut #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras imagine #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby #juraj slafkovsky #juraj slafkosky x reader

[rgr-pop]

meal plan text asmr

i normally have breakfast at work because of my proton pump inhibitor. tomorrow i wfh the morning to do a training so i’ll be having sesame toast with a boiled egg, feta, and whatever pickle and veg looks good. then for the rest of the week’s breakfasts i have one yogurt (lucas found me the icelandic coffee yogurt!!) and friday morning tbh, probably the last of my ezekiel toast with communal work peanut butter unless i pick up cottage cheese/yogurt. today i worked remotely at a coffee shop and i grabbed a bad scone, RIP. (adding to shopping list: ezekiel bread, greek yogurt, cottage cheese, bananas, the icelandic coffee yogurt but that’s only at whole foods.)

at work right now i’ve been having paramount (local brand) k cups that corey gifted me. i got him a gift card for the new downtown coffee shop so he can grab it between his bus job (he herds teenagers for the school public bus program. his real title is abussador :)) and he got me k cups for my work. i froth half and half to dress up the k cup, and my coworker brought in half and half she needs used up, so i don’t need to bring mine. (another week before i have to buy more.) i hate using the disposables and am considering literally committing to work french press like an absolute psycho—i just can’t get myself enough time before work to make and bring it from home and the refillable k cups will do but are gross. if you have to survive a keurig at work i recommend nasty refillables + steaming and frothing milk. i have half a bag of not great beans at home. I’ve been spending more on nicer beans for home and it has been worth it, but I am still not quite sure what I like. (on shopping list: coffee beans, decaf beans for winter evening treats.)

came home with a coffee shop noise pollution migraine and made myself cheese ramen with cilantro, sesame seeds, green onion, and a side of this week’s pickled carrot slaw. ramen made two servings for me. it was the last of my shin black and third to last slice of ramen cheese. my cilantro will last another weekend and i have at least week’s worth of parsley and green onions. (adding to the shopping list: shin black, cheese singles, frozen corn, and since i’m thinking about it, shredded mozz for buldak/corn cheese.)

for lunches wednesday-friday i will have dumplings from the freezer (the ones i made and some other ones i have), leftover ramen, and a carrot and cucumber salad (my last two fresh salad vegetables, but i will probably wait out purchasing more). to prep tonight: jar of dumpling sauce, salad. (dumplings are already on my shopping list when i see some that look good. adding dumpling wrappers—making and freezing them was so worth it, but i felt like making the dough wasn’t.)

complicating factor: i should make myself something sweet to keep me out of the vending machines at work. at home i’ve been having what i believe to be yaourti me meli (greek yogurt, walnuts, honey, cinnamon?) but i’m out. i’d like to make a second french yogurt cake to compare it to the other recipe, but again, out. i would also also like to make a coffee cake type food for someone coming over saturday afternoon. do i make a little loaf cake with what i have tonight to get me through the week and then a second thing then? do i have friday plans? if i bake a little quick bread or pound cake for myself tonight it will really cut down on my food ruminations. (adding to shopping list: greek yogurt, walnuts, honey, dried fruit, butter.. baking supplies need inventorying but i’m almost sure i have enough of the basics.)

what am i having for dinners? i need to minimize the chance that i spend any non-grocery money before next week—i will be having a crazy week and likely blowing money i don’t have. tonight i’m having leftover cannellini beans cacio e pepe (‼️ make this ‼️). i have enough beans (although running low) to continue having beans meals, but i really really really desire to put my beans meals on potatoes. (‼️ fusion jacket potatoes ‼️ make this ‼️). matias made these perfect black beans with pork and salsa verde and it’s all i can think about. can i pull this off with freezer bacon… i have enough of a serrano to get me through. (adding to shopping list: russet potatoes, garlic, sour cream, avocado, cheap canned black beans, decent looking dried black beans, slightly nice italian brand butter beans and cannellini beans, bell pepper, tomatillos, tomatoes, mexican oregano, sweet potato, pork?? i will put this on my list but never buy it.)

i would also like to make salmon rice bowls with avocado, pickled veg/carrot slaw, cucumbers, etc. to use up my freezer salmon. i would prefer to wait to do this til i’m keeping salad greens (leftover salmon for salads is key for a working woman…)

in two weeks i will make something for a certain someone’s birthday and batch up some granola. i’ve been wanting to try making coffee granola. i also have to make a lasagna before the end of winter this year or i must be executed.

what i’m bringing to work tomorrow for the rest of the week: salad, bags of dumplings, ramen, cilantro (packed separately), one boiled egg, one yogurt, dumpling sauce and any other condiments that look good, and a sweet if i can pull it off.

the question i can only answer for myself tomorrow at 4pm: am i going to the grocery store?

#grocery influencing #food

[buck-yyyy]

Mike’s Pocket - AKA, Theo losing his goddamn mind over FUCKING fabric

Okay, so I’ve talked about this before, you’ve definitely read about this before, everyone knows about Pocketgate by now—so, instead of reiterating old points, I’m gonna summarize my opinions (and therefore what I’m drawing from for this whole thing) the stuff that we’ve all been over and then I can talk about fun stuff >:D

1. Finn Wolfhard said that the pocket was sideways!

Okay, yes he did say that, but I also need everyone to look at the pocket closely for a second.

See that thick shadow and creasing at the top? The pocket opens from the top, meaning that it can’t open from the side (underneath the triangle) because it needs to be attached by at least three sides—otherwise, it would be hanging off. There is no way for the pocket to open from the side, because it wouldn’t be structurally sound—additionally, we would see the fabric creasing to accommodate that opening, whether or not there’s a cover over it. That triangle opens (we can see that the metal circle is the same kind of snap closure that’s at his neckline), but it’s purely decorative.

2. The triangle points to Will all the time!

HELL YEAH! GONNA GET INTO THAT!

3. There’s a letter in the pocket! Hm. See, this is where I’m torn, because I love the idea, but also, I don’t think it… makes sense? Even folded up notebook paper (because it would have to be folded to fit) would be noticeably bulging (hate that word for…chronically online reasons) against the fabric and noticeably pushing it out. This anon I got a while back makes a good point, but I’m not a huge fan. I just feel that we would see the letter in the pocket, because even if (like the anon said) they’re planning on him having a letter, he wouldn’t have had it in that pocket because changes of clothes do exist, and after several sweat, dirt, blood and grime filled days in the same clothes, no matter how much of a teenager Mike is, he would one HUNDRED percent change out of that thing as soon as he had the chance. No point in keeping it around.

4. Triangle imagery = queercoding!

FUCK yes. The woman in charge of costume design literally said that she purposely incorporated triangle patterns and organization into Robin’s clothing, there’s absolutely zero reason to believe that she wouldn’t do that for other characters that are intended to be queer.

FUN PART NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just finished my fourth or fifth rewatch of season 4 today, and I noticed something kinda neat—it almost seems like there’s… two jackets?

I’ve talked before about my theory that they used interfacing in the pocket (because we know that it’s handmade) to draw our attention to it, and I stand by that based on the way that it moves—in certain scenes.

A fabric that’s reinforced with interfacing will bend, but it will NOT bend the normal way fabric does. It doesn’t quite follow the shape of your body—I mean, it will follow the curve roughly, but it’ll kinda make its own shape. I wish I had an example, but I don’t own any clothes with interfacing, aaand my mom already looked at me like I was insane when I ran in to bend the collar of my dad’s shirt to hopefully get an example, so. You’re just gonna have to take my word for it. 

For example- interfacing in the collar of his shirt to keep it stiff!

NOW, FOR A REFERENCE!

Alright. Here’s a shirt made out of what I’d wager is a pretty similar fabric, although I think it’s slightly more flexible than what Mike is wearing. (If I see any of y’all insulting my fashion taste I Will End You)

When the fabric around it is scrunched, it keeps its shape, yes—but the fabric of the pocket creases slightly in places where it already had wrinkles. And what about when it’s actually on?

I hope you all know I bound my chest (at almost 11pm) so I could make this as accurate as possible without it getting in the way. 

Anyways, see how when my arm is close to it, it bends? Mike’s only does this, like, half the time.

This is a terribly blurry image, but you can see that the pocket is facing Argyle, and is bending perfectly naturally with his arm pressed up against the side of the shirt. It matches the shape of his pose, and it doesn’t look like there’s anything in there. Regular pocket! No interfacing!

Points to Jonathan, and it’s a little stiff, sure, but it's creasing pretty normal. Likely just a stiff jacket.

This one is,,, tricky. It looks pretty stiff, I’d agree. 

But look closely! The black lines are where it creases and wrinkles with the shape of the rest of the fabric, and the white traces how the shape of the pocket follows the shape of the edge of his shirt.

And oh, my favorite ever example (and the reason I’m looking into this to begin with) <3 that pocket is moving NORMALLY and it’s facing EL!!!!! RIGHT AS HE’S SUPPOSEDLY ABOUT TO SAY ILY!!!!!!!!

But let’s look at some examples where it IS facing Will. 

NOW THAT’S AN INTERFACED BEND! JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO PERFECTLY CURVED! Notice the difference between how it’s bending in this versus when he’s with El in the last example! (of course, the difference in pose should also be accounted for, but still. That is HEAVILY drastic.)

FUCKKKKKKK YEAH BAYBEE

STIFF! ASS! POCKET! I mean, it’s nearly straight (heh), whereas Will’s is way more curved. They’re both slouching and facing the same direction. 

(Tracing isn’t perfect but my point still stands.) 

Anyways, I fully believe that there’s two copies of this jacket—one for scenes with Will on Mike’s left, in order to draw attention to the triangle/arrow; and one for scenes without him. Thoughts?

#things like this are the reason why people think bylers are delusional aren't they? #anyways my back hurts so bad from hunching over my computer for over an hour T-T #stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #pocketgate #stranger things analysis

[necromastersdomainstuff]

Yo yo.

The Piraka were always among my favorite Bionicle villains due to sheer force of personality and I’ve had a rough idea of how I’d handle them, but it was Jennifer A. Reuter’s drawings of them that really got me on the right track. The idea I had for them on the whole was “distractingly contemporary for the universe they’re in,” ergo stuff like Hakann’s stogie, Thok’s jacket, and Avak’s toolkit. The major exceptions to this are Reidak and Vezon, and the reasons for that stem from Reidak’s laziness (”why bother planning when I can just bum rush literally anything, I’m indestructible”) and the fact that Vezon was never meant to exist and got by on whatever scraps he could steal leading up to his fateful encounter with the Mask of Life.

Skakdi are super fun and I love drawing them.

Bonus doodles:

Vezok, experiencing the miracle of birth

and Warlord Nektann of Zakaz, heavily revamped from the Stars figure.

#bionicle #skakdi #piraka #zaktan #hakann #thok #reidak #avak #vezok #vezon #nektann #spear of fusion #my art

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 2

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: After a long day of meeting and greeting, you run into an interesting trio.

Author’s Note: n/a

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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I’m woken up by something tapping on the windows. Shit, is it raining? That’s just my luck.

According to the small, crusty lookin’ clock on my nightstand, it’s 6 AM. I take a mental note to pick up a new alarm clock sometime soon. This is a good time to get up, I guess. Since the rain will make it hard to do any important yard work, I can try and bang out some more of that list today than I’d planned to originally. Fingers crossed I don’t melt away at just the sight of a few strangers.

I make my way out of bed after laying there for a while – I was too cozy to get up, okay? – and discover that the door on the left does, in fact, lead to a kitchen and bathroom. Fuck yes.

The kitchen is literally just a fridge and a small stove. The rest is just cabinets and empty space. It isn’t much, but it’ll do. Maybe I can move the table in the living room? main room? whatever it is, into here, to accomodate for a couch out there. At least the bathroom is fully functional (knock on wood) and complete with a clothing washer and dryer combo.

I take a shower, not bothering to dry or style my hair afterwards, and get dressed, doing my best to look okay while knowing I’m going to get wet out there. I curse myself for not having an umbrella. I never thought I’d need one, I don’t get out much.

I rummage through my suitcase and pull out an oversized, black sweater, with a white collar and small daisies stitched onto the bottom of each sleeve; my favorite light pink, pleated skirt; and some white thigh highs. I’ll toss on my black combat boots with this before I go. They’ll give my little gremlin ass some much needed height. 

I quickly brush on some waterproof mascara to finish things off. Should I bring a jacket? That’s in a whole other suitcase… I look out the window, and it’s gone from a medium rain to a full blown downpour. Ugh, I should bring a jacket. 

Right as I spot what I’ve been looking for, I hear knocking on the door. I guess I’ll have to get used to having visitors, especially so early, living out here.

“Coming!” I yell, quickly using my locked phone screen to make sure my hair looks as neat as it can in its dampened state. I flip it around a bit, trying to bring my waves to life.

I open the door to a lady holding a scruffy, gray and white kitten. She looks like she’s in her late 30’s or early 40’s, with thick auburn hair braided to one side. Her smile is soothing and motherly, and she smells cozy. I don’t know what cozy smells like, but she’s it.

“Hello, (y/n)!” How does she know my name already? “I’m Marnie, I live down the road by that forest over there,” she says, pointing south.

“Nice to meet you!” I do my best to seem enthusiastic, hoping she can’t tell how nervous I am. The last thing I was expecting right now was company.

“You see this cat here?” I nod in response. “I found it sitting outside the entrance to your farm! I think it’s a stray… poor thing.”

Oooh, please tell me this is going where I think it is.

“Don’t you think this farm could use a good cat?” Marnie asks. She has a hopeful glimmer in her eyes – even if I wanted to say ‘“no,” which I absolutely don’t, I would never be able to.

“Yeah, of course!”

I take the little guy from her, inspecting him a bit before realizing that poor Marnie is just standing out in the rain. Don't invite her in. Don’t do it, (y/n). It’ll be uncomfy and you know you’ll regret it and – 

“Would you like to come in? You’re getting soaked out there!”

Fuck me.

“Oh, what a sweetheart! Thank you, but I’ll have to decline. I’ve got a shop to run.” Thank Yoba. “If you ever need any hay, feel free to stop by!” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply, “Thank you!”

We say our goodbyes and I take the cat inside. He’s a cute little thing, a bit on the skinny side, and he doesn’t seem to have any fleas or ticks. His left ear has a notch in it, which means he was caught, neutered, and released back into the wild. That’s super helpful. After letting the boy explore his surroundings a bit, I pick him back up and hold him in front of me to get a better look.

“What to name you…”

He meows.

“You’re a vocal one, aren’t you?”

Meow.

Despite how frail he is, he’s got personality, I'll give him that. Maybe I could name him after a mythical figure, or an infamous deity of some sort. Something powerful… inspirational, wise…

“Old Master Cannoli.”

Another meow.

“Cannoli for short?”

He purrs, sealing the deal. This suits him, somehow. Now, I hate to leave Cannoli alone so soon, but I have people to meet and things to buy.

__________________

I made my way to the general store for some supplies and food, where I met Pierre – the shop owner – and his wife, Caroline. That’s two people ticked off the list! Another was then checked off for Gus, who I bumped into in one of the aisles. He said he owns the Stardrop Saloon, so I’ll definitely have to scope that out sometime.

After getting some human food, cat food, and a few other things I need, I went for a stroll around town. I showed up at the doorstep to two houses. I was going to stop after the first, but thought maybe the nerves would subside enough by the second — big surprise, they didn’t. At least I tried.

Each time I was greeted, I meekly explained my mission and introduced myself. One building was occupied by two sisters, Emily and Haley – the former a bit eclectic, and the latter very preppy. They seem nice, albeit a little nuts, but I don’t necessarily mind that. 

The sisters live next door to a total MILF, Jodi, who I visited afterwards. Once we introduced ourselves, she invited me in for coffee, and almost immediately started venting about housework. That, and how lonely she is with her husband away at war, fighting against the Gotoro Empire.

I could keep you company, I cheekily thought, before mentally slapping the horny out of myself and giving her a much-needed shoulder to cry on.

There were a few villagers walking outside, which made it easier to complete more of my quest. They didn’t seem very eager to be stopped in the rain, but eased up when they realized I just wanted to meet and greet them.

Well, most of them did. That absolute bitch Shane told me to go away. 

I decided to stop home for a break, and to drop off my groceries and whatnot, which brings me to where I am now. I suppose I should unpack my luggage, maybe look for a cheap dresser I can grab off Craigslist or something, seeing that there’s nothing better to do... I’ll check out that Gus guy’s saloon tonight, too. I’m sure a drink or two could unleash my social skills a bit.

__________________

I finally got my chores done, so I’m able to start my trek to Stardrop. As soon as the gravel road passing the bus stop turns to the stone plaza entrance, I see three shadowy figures heading towards me. With all this rain and fog, I can’t tell if they’re humans or if I’m just seeing shit. Fuck, what if they’re shadow people? Aren’t those dangerous?

“Hey, is that the new farm girl?!”

Oh, ok. They’re human. 

I slow my pace to a halt. “Uh,” I mutter, squinting my eyes to try and get a better look, while nervously fiddling with my oversized sleeve. “It is, yeah.”

One of the figures jogs up to me, while the others take their time. He’s revealed to be a handsome dude, with spiky, blonde, anime-looking hair. A real life super saiyan . He seems friendly, but radiates chaotic energy for sure.

“Oh let’s gooo!” he exclaims as he slows up to me. The guy puts his hands on his hips. “What’re you doing out here, farmer?!”

He looks me up and down. Can’t tell if he’s checking me out, or if he’s just getting a better look at me. Maybe both? I dunno.

“Lewis wants me to meet new people, or whatever. Figured the saloon is a good place to do that...”

“Ooooh, we’re headed there right now!” He flings his left arm around my shoulders. I’m finally able to see our height difference up close, and oh my goodness, this guy is tall. “You should come hang with us!”

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. He’s looking at me so expectantly. Damnit.

“Fuck it, why not.”

He throws a fist in the air – the right one, as his left arm is still dangled across me – as I hear a feminine voice tsk and say, “You poor thing.”

Looking away, I see the girl this voice came from. Wow, that’s some very purple hair. It’s beautiful,  glowing like a silken amethyst under the haze of the street lamps. She’s just as shrimpy as me, might be an inch or two taller at most , but she sure looks more intimidating.

“Sorry, Sam does this to all the newcomers,” she says while crossing her arms. Sam? Sam, Sam… oh, is this guy Jodi’s son? “It’s probably the reason they always leave so soon.”

I look up at Sam, who takes mock offense before playfully sticking his tongue out at his friend.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s kind of refreshing actually.”

She scoffs, but I hear a low hum of approval coming from beside her. Was that a laugh, or just an acknowledgement? Either way, I look to the source and it’s another tall and handsome man. He’s wearing all black, and his asymmetrical dark hair is falling into his eyes a bit. An overall angsty demeanor. I try to get a better look at his face, deciphering what it looks like in more detail under the hair.

Yoba, he’s like, really hot.

The more I look, the more I realize I stared for too long. He looks confused, he’s probably expecting me to say something, oh god oh fuck just say something, idiot!

“Are you Robin’s son?”

Wow, way to be a creep. 

The purple-haired girl wraps an arm around his and gives me a curt glare. Maybe they’re dating, or something. Is she jealous that I asked him a question? She tries tugging him closer, but he doesn’t really budge. Oof. Tough luck, lady.

He opens his mouth to answer, but instead the girl answers for him, “He is.”

“Abbyyy,” Sam reaches down and flicks her on the nose. “Let Seb speak for himself!”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, he was taking too long and we’re getting soaked out here. Come on!”

She turns the opposite way, reluctantly unlatching herself from Sebastian, and heads towards the saloon. Sebastian stays put. I’m about to start following Abby, but soon realize Sam is straight up leaning on me. If I were to move right now, he’d fall and bring me down with him. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, tilting his head.

“Er..” I try to shimmy him off a bit.

“Oh, shit, my bad! Sorry, uh…” he points at me with his free hand.

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!” he pipes.

He gives me a fucking head pat before running to catch up with Abby. Sebastian and I trail behind.

“He’s like a giant puppy,” I mutter, mostly to myself. I hear another hum, and look up at Sebastian to see a small smirk formed on his face.

“You’ll get used to it.”

Whoa, that’s… a voice. It sounds a bit raw and raspy, maybe from underuse? But it’s got a certain smoothness to it. It’s kinda nice.

“Your mom helped me move in yesterday,” I ramble after a beat. “She mentioned you aren’t much of a people person so I’m kinda surprised to have met you, um…” I vaguely gesture around, “in the wild.”

Why am I still talking to him if I just acknowledged that he isn’t a people person? Why’d I even say it out loud? I know from my own experience how uncomfy that can be. Luckily, he doesn’t seem mad.

“I do this every Friday with them. I’m not super into it, but it makes them happy.”

I nod and hum in response. After a short moment, I can feel eyes on me. Is he looking at me? I blush at the thought. Should I check? Wait, what if he thinks I’m staring at him, then? Once we’re within a few feet of the door, I will myself to glance at him, and see his eyes dart in another direction.

“Dude, come on!” Abby peeks out the door with an eye roll, scurries down the steps, and ushers Sebastian inside. He doesn’t look very happy to be manhandled, but what do I know? I just met the guy. Maybe he’s into that sort of shit.

“Jeez, leaving (y/n) hanging?! That’s harsh!” Sam waits in the doorway for me to come in. I thank him as we follow the others, his arm finding its way over my shoulders again.

#sebastian x reader #sebastian #sdv sebastian #sdv #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #magnus rasmodius x reader #stardew valley rasmodius #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew #sebastian headcanons #stardew valley #stardew #sve #sebsatian sdv #sdv wizard #stardew wizard #magnus rasmodius #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley sebastian x reader #wizard x reader

[whitehotharlots]

How important is dishonesty?

While I usually think it’s asinine to cover up usernames for comments that were made in public, I’m doing so here because I’m not at all angry with this person and I don’t want to seem like I’m hounding them. I am just truly, deeply confused by the state of contemporary expectations in regards to describing things that happened in real life.

These comments, and several others along the same lines, come in response to an old post of mine which has recently gone semi-viral. In that piece, I attempt to highlight a connection between alienation toward contemporary liberal excesses and the forms of petty institutional cruelty that were commonplace when I was still in school. My point was that granting institutionally empowered people with the ability to enact severe punishments on un-protected castes is guaranteed to drive some people away from liberalism writ large and toward seemingly more welcoming groups, such as some forms of the alt-right. 

(The piece is very much a product of 2019)

Anyhoo, here’s what I consider the thesis of the post:

The point is, zero tolerance never really means zero tolerance. Rules are always–always, literally always, without exception in the whole of human history–enforced arbitrarily. Harsh policies rarely make anyone safer. They are employed instead to further humiliate and brutalize those who have already been rejected by the system. 

And I sought to illustrate this by bringing up a few real-life situations from my childhood in which less advantaged kids (racial minorities, gender non-conformers, kids who were visibly poor) got fucked over by the caprice of a system that would not have enacted the same punishments upon kids who were well-liked or otherwise connected:

Some teachers were nicer than others, of course. Some were downright supportive. Others were simply evil. There was one, when I was in 7th grade, who was particularly repulsive and cruel--no kidding, his admiration of Rush Limbaugh was formative in my early-adopted hatred of American conservatives. He had matted red hair and teeth like a cracked picket fence and would wear a leather jacket out to lunch. Anyhow, he would prattle on about his hatred of kids who “Just. Refuse. To. Learn.” These kids were almost always black. Pure coincidence, I’m sure. He’d make a show of tossing them out of class--sometimes physically--for infractions as minor as getting an answer wrong when called upon. One time, a twitchy white kid who wore the same t-shirt every day called him out: It’s unfair, he said, that I’m getting thrown out of class for getting an answer wrong, when right before me another kid got several chances to respond.

The teacher turned beet red. He got on his knees and put his face two inches in front of the twitchy kid’s eyes.

“I’m not throwing you out because you got the answer wrong,” he explained. “I’m throwing you out because you are you.”

I must stress: this happened. It’s one of my clearest memories of all of middle school, and this description is not exaggerated in the slightest.

I could, had I chosen to, gone much deeper in my description of this man. He smelled bad in a way that I’ve never encountered before or sense, like rotten hamburger that had been coated in Dollar Tree deodorant. He wore thick glasses that were line by a white crust. 

Blog posts are not poetry. When I compose mine, I do not expend a great deal of effort planning out every detail and word choice. I instead envision a general vibe, a point I wish to discuss, and some basics steps toward synthesizing those two, and then I just sit down and type. When I wrote this particular post, I did not engage in a metadialect weighing the pros and cons of including a physical description of the abusive teacher. I wanted to make sure my readers could grasp the extent of his awfulness, and I did this by expressing it how I experienced it: as a physical menace, a repulsion that was both material and abstract, a sense of helplessness that enveloped my senses as much as it wrapped a band of thorns around my soul.

Is this bad? Are we not allowed to acknowledge physicality, even when physicality and embodiment are essential aspects of the experiences we are describing? If a woman describes an assault, should she not mention the heft or appearance or strength of the man who harmed her? Should these details be omitted for the sake of sparing the feelings of outsiders? Or are they integral elements of her experience, something so essential to conveying her sense of terror within that moment that omitting them would amount to dishonesty? The events I described in that post happened more than a quarter century beforehand. This is an anonymous blog that, on the best of days, reaches a few tens of thousands of people. The teacher mentioned within the original post is most likely dead. He certainly does not remember me. And even he was alive and had my name written on a list taped behind his couch like Steve Buscemi in Billy Madison, there’s only an infinitesimal chance he’d ever encounter the post, and a significantly smaller chance he’d realize I was talking about him.

But the concern of the commenters wasn’t about him, the actual living teacher who caused actual harm to actual people. No. They seek instead to appease a much more important being: The Hypothetical Victim. This doesn’t really exist, and certainly isn’t ourselves--oh no, we’d never be so lame. This person isn’t real, but we must nonetheless center their concerns when we determine the morality of others. That’s how we achieve equity, y’all: always willing and ready to police the speech of real others in order to make sure the imagined Other, this vector of perpetual offense, this void of acontextual nothingness comprised entirely of the very whiniest exaggerations made by the very most fragile of sociopaths--this ghost, this spirit, this god must never feel invalidated. 

I get it: we have to pretend that physicality doesn’t matter. Everything is an essence these days. Everything is either good or evil, full stop, and those designations aren’t determined by what those things do or how they effect other things around them, but by a magic spirit discernable only to the wisest sages within DEI consultation services and Gender Studies departments. Those are the rules of game right now in liberal spaces. I am powerless to fight against them.

But... just within the realm of expression, do you see how malignant these demands are? Can you sense, however inchoate, the negative effects of insisting that everyone sterilize their language to avoid hypothetically offending hypothetical people? 

Do you want to be honest? Do you want others to be honest? Or do you prefer an antiseptic discourse, in which we all subordinate our actual perceptions to the desires of a crybaby who exists only in your head? And if you chose the latter option--as many of you have, resolutely--how does this help you achieve your goals? How does occluding honesty from discourse led to a more equitable society?

These aren’t abstract questions, and I cannot answer them for you. But, dear god, you need to answer them.

[osaka-lilac]

okay i’m finally free and can do this tag game cause i was busy sorry for the wait lol

tagged by @killingevie @arodynamics-xo and @formula-red <3333 i love u guys

1. are you named after anyone?

yea! i’m named after my great aunt and she’s pretty cool and she’s super sweet. my full name is a different spelling of alison krauss, she’s a bluegrass singer that my parents like, bonded over. she’s pretty cool actually

2. when was the last time you cried?

uhhh probably when i was still getting over my ex and it was still raw. i got close to it during a rush at work literally today and i had like 5 orders to do alone and i got scared and i just like. profusely apologized for the wait and they were like “well you shouldn’t be alone anyways” and i was like idk sorry i guess

3. do you have kids?

no and i don’t plan to for a long time. i’m literally 19

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

not really? i’m bad with detecting sarcasm a lot when it’s subtle but when you do the whole fake voice thing, then i get it. idk if it’s just the social anxiety in me or what

5. what sports have you/do you play?

so i dabbled a bit in elementary school and middle school but sports have never really been my thing. i did basketball camps in elementary school but i was not good at it, and then i did volleyball camps from fifth grade to seventh grade. i was part of the volleyball team in seventh grade but i wasn’t good and i wasn’t like already part of their crew so i wasn’t treated very well. but i joined tennis in eighth grade and i loved it and i played it up until my senior year of hs when covid cancelled our season. i was more into music, i did band and played french horn in middle school, and have done choir and theatre from fifth grade all the way up to my senior year.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

i’m good at reading people’s faces. i can tell if someone doesn’t like me even by the twitch of an eyebrow. but usually i notice their eyes and smiles first. windows to the soul, am i right? i’m really bad at eye contact when people are also looking so it’s a bit awkward lol. i also love people’s smiles, and i’m able to match emotions p well

7. scary movies or happy endings?

so i used to be big into happier movies, like i would actively avoid movies that made me feel bad cause i didn’t want to feel like that. but once i took my film class in my second year of college i’ve appreciated movies that make me sad and uncomfortable. there’s so much i missed on by being afraid of feeling bad. i really enjoy psychological horror/thrillers, but i’m not into super gory or jumpscare-filled horror movies. think like full metal jacket, ones that make me feel scared in a tense way rather than just violence, although fmj has both

8. any special talents?

depends on what you call special. i did art for two years for college so i’m not too bad at that. i can sing but i haven’t sung in a non-private manner since high school so i’m pretty rusty. i’m not really that special when i think about it and i’m pretty ordinary. but i can make good coffee i guess.

9. where were you born?

north-eastern wisconsin and i barely have left the state in my life other than week-long vacations to florida as a small child that i barely remember.

10. what are your hobbies?

i still draw in my free time, even though i’m still working through my burnout. i like walking around town and driving for fun, i read and play video games but i’ve kinda been falling out of that. i like animal crossing, minecraft, destiny 2, and f1 21 (the only good one on xbox game pass). but i’m not very good at racing games yet cause i don’t have a wheel, i’m on controller. if you consider my hyperfixations hobbies, im big into f1 rn but in the recent past i’ve been really into total drama island, and mcyt (but i barely talk about that anymore)

11. do you have any pets?

yes! back at home i’ve got two cats named rudy and hermey, they just turned 19 in may and they may sound old but they are still kicking it and oh so sweet. they’re brothers and i’ve had them all my life and i love them. i also have a corgi who’s like 7 and she’s super sweet and bouncy and i love her

12. how tall are you?

5’4.5” ~ 162.5 cm [i tell people i’m 5’5” to fuck w them >:) ]

13. fave subject in school?

i liked art, choir, and english a lot. i actually loved writing papers about things i read and my teachers kept them as “examples” to show future students if they were confused so i take that as a personal W

14. dream job?

if you had asked me this like. 8 months ago i would have told you i would like to be a storyboard illustrator for movies or tv shows and stuff like that. however i am so burned out of everything except mindless sketch studies that i don’t know if i want to do that anymore. i’ve been oddly into engineering lately (literally only because of F1) and even though i didn’t enjoy math as much i’m willing to put it aside and work at it for the sake of a possibility of working for F1 one day.

15. eye color?

green with like. brown highlights. it’s not hazel but it’s also not fully green. i’ve been told i also have blue around the outside which idk about that. it’s like the dark blue ring with green and very little brown highlights.

uhhh i’m a little late to the party for this so idk who’s been tagged and done this already but i’m gonna tag @toffee-and-tandoori , @racingliners , and @tinyweltmeister as well as anyone else who wants to do this :)

#ask game #thank you for tagging me hopefully u like me #shut up allie

[ihavenocluedude]

The Visits ~ Planning (part 1/?)

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader 

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A/N - This first part is hella short but it’s mostly sort of a prologue ish thing? All of the other parts are going to be much longer though. The plan was to start posting this once I’ve officially written it all but I desperately want to get this out before volume two comes bc I am so not ready for vol.2... Jfc.

Summary - Eddie’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Even nowadays when you’re at college several hours away he wants and makes the effort to visit. And now he wants to visit for a whole week. 

The last part(s) are planned to be 18+ so... I recommend not reading this if you’re a minor but if you want to read the chapters leading up to it then fine but dni with the ones I actually warn are going to be 18+ thnks. 

Word Count - 689

Spring, 1986

”I want to visit.”

”Yeah?”

”A week. Start of summer break.”

”A week? You’ve only been here like a day at most before. Are you sure you’re not going to get sick of me?” Well, that maybe wasn’t completely true. But the first visit had just been a weekend, where he got there late on Friday night and left mid-Sunday. And the second was just one night.

”We literally spend almost every day together when you’re in Hawkins-”

”True.”

”- and I would like to get there and not have to drive home the day right after or to just have one single day of not being on the road.” He explained, his voice sounding rushed but trying to talk slowly as to let every ’argument’ settle in, and sighing before he added ”And… I miss you.” He did have some very good arguments. And having Eddie in your apartment for more than just a day, in the city you honestly loved more than you’d ever loved Hawkins? That would make the city infinitely better. After all, Eddie was one of the factors that made Hawkins way better.

”You do know you’re just going to sort of delay my arrival to Hawkins if you visit when summer break begins?”

”Perfect, I can drive you back so you don’t have to sit on that fucking bus again.”

”Eddie. The bus is fine.” It was expensive, uncomfortable, and had once caused you to get sick for two weeks because someone with a cold they shouldn’t have been traveling with sat right next to you. So it wasn’t great but it was fine.

”But it would cost way less to just come with me. The trip would be almost completely free in fact.”

”Almost completely?”

”Well I do expect you to pay for snacks.” Eddie scoffed with a laugh with a tone that told you that it was clearly obvious. You loved those kinds of moments where you could hear the grin on his face through the phone. The sort of moments where you could just picture him.

The grin on his face, his jacket thrown just somewhere on the floor, him laying on his bed, probably smoking, and some music playing way too quietly for being metal music in the background. You missed laying there beside him, sharing the smoke or just talking shit, feeling the warmth of his body next to you.

”Of course…” You chuckled in response before letting out a sigh and continuing, ”Fine Eddie. I’ll let you drive me back. So, when are you visiting?”

~~~

You’d known Eddie for longer than you could remember.

Which meant that you remembered the fluffy-haired child who’d smile at almost every person he met. That you remembered the more sheltered kid who’d buzzed his hair one day impulsively. That you remembered the teenager who’d rant to you about music and almost force you to all of his band’s performances. And that you know the Eddie who still reminds you so much of that fluffy-haired kid.

But all of this also meant you had seen him through the process of him building up the walls to try and protect himself from others. Seen him stop being that child who’d smile at everyone. Seen how it affected him when the kids at school first started calling him a freak.

It wasn’t like any of it affected your friendship, not in a bad way anyway. It was all just cruel kids, or just in general cruel people. You were just happy you were there for him. That you could be the person he’d biked to in the middle of the night when he was 12. Scared shitless because of a nightmare he’d had when his uncle was working his regular night shift. Or be the person who’d constantly shout back insults at the bullies whenever they called him a freak until he pretty much forced you to stop doing that.

Eddie Munson might just be one of the most valuable people in your life. And that is scary as fuck when you’re both still growing up and currently not even doing it together anymore.

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x you #Joseph Quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #IHaveNoClueDude #The Visits

[keanureevesisbae]

Episode 5: An Unforeseen Discovery

Sergeant Hank Voight x Abigail Barlowe (asian ofc)

Summary: An unexpected bombing on an early morning is only the start of a much bigger plan.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of suicide (by an overdose).

Wordcount: 4k

Masterlist // fearless masterlist // season 1 masterlist

It’s early in the morning and Hank is making coffee at the kitchen counter. It’s a routine now. Hank getting out of bed a lot earlier than I do, and while I get ready, he prepares coffee. Then, he goes to finish up getting ready, while I clean up the kitchen.

And now he’s standing near the counter and I sneakily try to make my way over to him, however he wouldn’t be a sergeant if he didn’t hear me.

‘Morning.’

I let out a chuckle, as I’m not surprised I’m caught. ‘Morning.’ I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and press a kiss in the back of his neck. 

It’s been two weeks since I lived here. No sign of my ex-boyfriend Nelson, but it feels safer to be around here. Besides, me and Hank have been spending a lot of time together, both at work and after. At work, we are just colleagues. After work, we’re roomies, but more than just platonic, though it’s less than romantically. We both agreed on taking it painfully slow, him not having dated after Camille and me being really out of touch with the whole dating thing. 

It’s nice to not have strings attached. It’s nice for us to deal with this our own way. Take our time.

But it’s always mornings like this that leave me crave and yearn for more.

It’s just me and the type of Hank Voight I always knew was deep down there, the version I caught glimpses of during work hours. But now it’s different. I smile at him and he answers it back straight away. He hugs me whenever he thinks I need it—he’s always correct—and kisses me whenever he gets the opportunity. 

‘I don’t have a lot of time this morning,’ I say, grabbing the coffee mug from his hand. ‘I’m meeting up with Johnston for some breakfast. He doesn’t have a partner assigned, so Platt has him running all sorts of tasks.’

He takes a sip of his coffee. ‘You’re a good friend.’

‘Well, I try to be.’

I quickly gulp down all the coffee, before I grab my jacket, my badge and gun. As I’m putting on my shoes at the door, Hank already caught up. He gently holds my face in his hand, pressing a long kiss on my lips. 

‘What was that for?’ I ask with a chuckle. ‘Not that I am complaining.’

‘Call me sappy, but I can’t kiss you all day at work.’

‘Oh, I knew it,’ I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘Hank Voight is a romantic.’

He shakes his head. ‘Don’t you dare,’ he starts, ‘saying that to anyone.’

‘My lips are sealed.’ 

Despite us not putting a table on what we are, I like this with him. It’s also the easiest thing I’ve ever done: allowing him in my life like this.

‘I’ll see you at work,’ I say. 

One more kiss. But one more turns into two more and eventually a heavy kiss, but then I realize I can’t really bail on Johnston, so I manage to peel myself away from him. ‘See you!’ I say.

‘See you,’ he smirks, before I make my way over to the cafe around four blocks from Hank’s place. I can already see Johnston sitting at a table near the window, holding up a cup of coffee. I can see another cup in front of him and two plates of waffles. ‘One for you and one for me,’ he says once I’m closer.

‘You are a life saver,’ I say, when I plop on the chair in front of him. 

‘So, how’s your inappropriate crush going?’ Johnston asks.

‘I barely warmed the seat,’ I note. ‘Can’t that question wait?’

‘No.’

I roll my eyes. My inappropriate crush is going just fine. I literally see him every day, kiss him whenever I want and though we’re not doing anything sexually, there is a certain tension between us, we have to ignore when we’re at work and I’ve been doing this for around two weeks now. ‘I’m managing it,’ I say, taking a bite of the waffle. ‘Why do you keep pressing me about this? I told you I got it. No need to check on me. It’s not like I’m violating parole or something.’

Johnston shrugs. ‘Well, I saw you getting out of his car a few days ago.’

That is awfully inconvenient for you to have seen it. ‘I’m on his route,’ I say with an added shrug for some extra nonchalance, ‘so he offered to drive me. Really, Tyrell Johnston, you are so obsessed with me.’

He sticks out his tongue. ‘I just don’t want you to get your heart broken,’ he says. ‘You deserve a guy that makes you happy and can show you off. You deserve that.’

Okay, that’s really sweet of him. While I think Hank can make me happy, can he show me off? Is secrecy what I want?

Yeah, it’s too soon to think about that, but I know this is going to be in the back of my mind from now on.

Thanks for that, Tyrell Johnston.

‘I see,’ I note. ‘That’s sweet. Disgustingly even.’

Before he can say anything about it, a woman stops next to our table. ‘Are you police?’ she asks. 

‘Yes, we are,’ Johnston says. ‘Everything okay, ma’am?’

‘There is a man unconscious in a van and I tried to wake him up, but he doesn’t respond.’

So much for a nice waffle early in the morning. While I’m almost tempted to say I’m off duty, I say: ‘Come on, let’s check it out.’

I already feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. This is the only thing I miss about patrol and now I’m glad to have Johnston next to me.

‘What van?’ Johnston asks.

‘The blue one.’

With my hand already resting on my weapon, I make my way over to the vehicle. The man appears to be unconscious, but he also has an expired glow over him. I knock on the window. ‘Chicago PD, open up, sir,’ I say, however I fear the man might already be roaming around in the afterlife. 

‘Can’t open the other one either,’ Johnston says. ‘Is he…?’

‘I think so.’ I knock on the window again. ‘Call the fire department or break the window?’

He grabs his baton and hits the window. We’re breaking in the window. We watch it shatter and I walk around the car while putting on some latex gloves and am not met with a smell we associate with death, meaning he either is alive or dead but not for too long. I climb in the passenger’s seat and place my fingers in his neck. 

‘No pulse. He’s not too cold yet. Probably dead for around four hours or so.’

I rummage through his pockets to grab his wallet. ‘His name is Henry West,’ I say. ‘How about you call it in. Say Intelligence got it, alright?’

‘Sure thing,’ Johnston says. 

I push the wallet in my pocket and see an empty bottle of pills. ‘Geez,’ I say to Johnston. ‘Poor guy killed himself. Why? Why here?’ I grab it and hand it to Johnston, who says: ‘It’s prescribed to him: Henry West.’

I turn around in the van, to look in the back, when my heart stops beating.

‘Johnston,’ I say, ‘move slowly backwards.’

29:03

29:02

29:01

29:00

28:59

I carefully make my way out of the van and push him away from it. 

‘What’s wrong?’ Johnston knows better than to interfere with me when I’m this serious, but I can tell he is a little confused about it. 

‘Call it in,’ I tell him. ‘And alert patrol to clear the area.’

‘What are you going to do?’ he asks, right before he raises the radio to his lips.

‘I’m going to call bomb squad.’

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The entire area is cleared and the Bomb Unit, Intelligence and the CFD have arrived. Johnston and I let Intelligence know what we found.

‘The coroner needs to check it, but I think he was dead between four and six hours. He had taken who knows how many of these,’ I say, gesturing for Johnston to hand it to Ruzek. ‘I got an ID on the guy. His name is Henry West.’ I pull the wallet from my back pocket. 

‘We ran the license plate and came back bogus,’ Johnston continues. 

‘Then I looked back in the van and saw the timer,’ I say. 

‘But the question is: why the bombs?’ Antonio asks.

‘Another question: why here?’ Jay adds.

‘Well,’ Johnston says, ‘around this time, this place is usually pretty packed.’

‘But why kill yourself beforehand?’ I now ask. ‘If you want to blow this place up, why not dump the van and make a run for it?’

Before anyone can even try and answer that question, someone yells: ‘Take cover!’

Thankfully we cleared the area and we’re quite a distance away, but the shockwave is still noticeably felt. I crouch down and feel three men covering me. 

Johnston, Antonio and Voight. 

‘Geez,’ Jay notes, uncovering his ears. ‘Do I have to look like her for you guys to fight to save me?’

I ignore it, though my face feels hot. ‘Thanks guys,’ I say, patting Johnston and Antonio affectionately on the head, before looking over to Voight. ‘Thank you, sarge.’

Johnston helps me up and we look at the mess that has been created. It’s not pretty, but from the looks of it, no one seems to be critically injured. 

‘I can’t believe our only suspect, is now smeared all over the place,’ Johnston notes.

‘Well, at least we got a name,’ Jay says.

‘We need to find out whether or not there are more bombs,’ Ruzek says. 

Voight nods. ‘Johnston, you’re with us for this one. We’ll meet at the station.’

‘Copy that, sergeant,’ my former partner says. ‘Copy that.’

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‘Our suspect’s name is Henry West,’ Ruzek says, placing a picture of said Henry west on the board. ‘He lives with his mother near River North and the security camera from store close by lets us know the car got parked there at 2:04 AM. He has no priors. Kid is squeaky clean.’

‘His mother hasn’t reported him missing?’ Olinsky asks.

‘Not yet. The kid is twenty two years old. He probably goes away a lot.’

‘It’s weird for a guy who has no priors and lives in that area to all of the sudden want to blow himself and an entire car up,’ Johnston notes. ‘And why there?’

Voight is quick to assign the tasks for us. ‘Ruzek and Johnston, you dive deeper into Henry West’s life. There must be something we’re missing. Olinsky and Halstead, you go to the the community college Henry went to. Antonio and Barlowe, go to his place. Mom has to know something.’

Antonio and I are seated in the car, as Antonio drives off towards the house up in River north. ‘Lucky girl you,’ he eventually says.

I have no clue what he’s on about. ‘What?’

‘You had Johnston, yours truly and the sergeant cover you at the blast.’

‘Well, you didn’t have to,’ I say. ‘If you guys had given me a chance and had not covered for me, I’d done it for you.’ I pat his leg and say: ‘Don’t you worry.’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Well, it’s just good to have some more confirmation that Voight cares about you more than he does for the rest of us.’

‘Jealous?’ I jokingly say, though I really wish I could just leave it at this. 

‘Of course,’ Antonio chuckles. ‘I thrive to be a teacher’s pet.’

‘Idiot.’

We stop in front of the West residence. The house is luxuriously large, close to obnoxiously. ‘You know,’ I say, as we get out of the car, ‘I used to live like this. Then my parents died and I was put into foster care, thus a normal suburb house.’

‘That’s unfortunate.’

‘However, it kinda answers the question as to how a kid who lives like this, ends up immensely screwed up.’

Antonio frowns. ‘Enlighten me on that insight.’

‘The richest families tend to hide the worst things.’ I press the bell and we wait.

Wait a little longer. 

Right when I want to press the doorbell once again, the door finally opens and a petite looking woman appears. ‘Yes?’ 

‘Macie West?’ Antonio asks.

‘This is her.’

‘I’m Detective Dawson and this is officer Barlowe, CPD. We’ve got a few questions about your son Henry.’

She frowns, as she steps to the side. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘When was the last time you saw Henry?’ Antonio asks, when the two of us walk inside. 

‘Last night,’ she says. ‘Around nine o’clock he went to visit a friend.’

‘What’s the friend’s name?’ I ask. 

‘Theo,’ she says, ‘Theo Duvalt. Is everything alright with Henry?’

Macie has a lot of pictures up of her son, but he looks like the most unhappy kid I’ve ever seen. Barely smiles—except when he was a kid—and it appears he has never quite had a hobby. 

‘Does Henry own a car?’ Antonio asks.

‘No not yet. I’m still trying to fix a good one for him, but his dad… He was much more into the car thing than I was, but then he passed and that’s up to me now.’ She smiles, however her smile doesn’t meet her eyes. ‘Why?’

‘Do you know if Theo has a car?’

‘He has this horrendous looking van,’ Macie says. ‘I hate it with a passion. It makes a whole lot of noise and looks so unsafe.’

‘What color?’

‘Blue.’

Antonio and I lock eyes and a single nod is exchanged. ‘Ma’am, have you had any contact with your son? Since the last time you saw him?’

Macie shakes her head. ‘No, why?’

Antonio sighs. ‘Ma’am, please take a seat.’

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Telling Macie West her son died wasn’t easy (considering the circumstances concerning his death). Going to Theo Duvalt’s place came up empty again when it came to actually finding the boy himself. He wasn’t home, but his stuff was and discovering what goes on in Theo’s mind wasn’t pretty. The police evacuated their former high school and the community college Henry and Theo attend, thinking he would go there, but that turned out useless.

So, now, we were back at square one.

‘This is ridiculous,’ Ruzek notes. ‘One kid blows himself up. The other is no where to be found, but has taken his parents’ entire gun arsenal and what not.’

‘Finances don’t bring up a lot,’ Jay continues. ‘The kid went to Home Depot, to buy some drapes, the same ones we found in his bedroom. Nothing in the last three months, just like Henry hasn’t brought anything suspicious.’

I’m focussing on the interviews we did at the high school and community college about Theo Duvalt and Henry West and it all came back the same: weird dudes, kept to themselves, always talking about the stupid double X thing.

They had it tattooed on their arms, was written in every notebook they had, starting from senior year in high school, all the way to the notebooks from their college and personal diaries.

‘Wait,’ I say, ‘Double X.’

‘Yeah,’ Atwater says, ‘I cannot understand what the hell that means. I literally put it in every database around, but nothing. Nada.’

‘I think I know,’ I say. ‘This is real bad.’ I start typing on my computer and turn around the screen. ‘This is the newest Fun Fair in town.’

‘And how does double X relate to it?’ Ruzek asks.

‘If you wouldn’t have interrupted me, you would’ve known by now what I was getting at,’ I snap.

Voight clears his throat. ‘Barlowe, continue,’ he says, after glaring shortly at Ruzek.

‘A few nights ago, I met up with a CI and had dinner at this place that has a perfect view of the fair. Anyway,  I looked down and saw this.’ I click on the other pictures of an overview of the fair. ‘Does it look familiar?’

‘Double X,’ Ruzek says. 

Jay nods. ‘This could be his target.’

‘Yo sarge,’ Atwater says. ‘A pod just picked up Theo Duvalt. Half a mile away from the fair.’

Voight nods. ‘Let’s hit it.’

Everyone gathers their stuff and makes their way downstairs. Since I am a little slower, it’s just Hank and I in the bullpen. ‘What?’ I ask, as I place my gun in the holster. ‘Something’s wrong?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, no, nothing’s wrong,’ he says in a low tone. ‘Just proud of you, that’s all.’

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Patrol is on the move, the organizers of the fair are brought up to speed, just like the security guards know what’s up. However, we have yet to see him. Intelligence has split up and Hank and I are one duo. 

‘This is annoying as shit,’ I mutter, while we squeeze through the crowds of people. ‘He’s gotta be fucking somewhere.’

‘We’ll find him, miss impatient.’ 

Despite being at work, I like seeing a glimpse of home Hank during duty. 

I halt my steps, just like I halt Hank, by placing my hand on his arm. ‘What is that?’ I ask, pointing through the crowd. ‘Is that a propane cylinder?’

He nods. 

‘What if,’ I think out loud, ‘we’re looking at the wrong place? What if the propane tanks are meant to drive people to the out because of its explosion and then he starts shooting them? From the roof tops?’

Hank brings the radio to his lips and starts giving out orders. Be on the look out for the propane tanks. Remove them. The rest of Intelligence is led to different rooftops, while we take the one of the restaurant I had dinner at. 

With our weapons drawn, we make our way upstairs. While we take the stairs, we hear the metal door upstairs clang shut. There is a chance we got Theo Duvalt. We’re waiting and then Hank nods.

Open the door. 

I push open the door and with my weapon drawn, I make my way over the rooftop. And then I see him and together with Hank we hide behind the wall. And then I hear it. Shots, screams. 

‘This is 5020,’ he says in his radio, ‘the suspect is on the rooftop of The Crystal Brewery.’

‘Drop your weapon!’ I scream, holding out my weapon and though the shots stop, he doesn’t drop his weapon. ‘Chicago PD, drop your weapon.’

But then he turns to me and shoots. Thankfully I duck away and dodge the fucking bullets. ‘Sarge,’ I say in my radio. ‘He’s wearing a bullet proof vest.’

‘Aim for the head,’ he yells, knowing damn well that shooting his leg is not going to slow him down. 

But the son of a bitch moves so much, it’s hard to take a great shoot. I always trust the sarge with an excellent shot, however this is even too much for him. I peak around the corner, only to see Theo is rummaging in his bag. 

‘Sarge, it’s pipe bombs.’

‘Aim for the bag,’ is his next order. We’re hiding behind the same pillar and I turn around. And then one bullet hits the bag and the explosion, while massive, it’s thankfully pretty contained. Just like earlier today, Hank shields me from the blast with his body. My ears ring a little from the blast.

In the background I can hear Hank’s voice saying something, however I barely register it. ‘You okay?’ he asks, as his lips are close to my ear and I can actually hear the question. 

‘I’m fine,’ I whisper. ‘You good?’

‘All good,’ he confirms. 

I sit up straight, only to see something slashed my leg, causing it to bleed a little. It’s not much, but it’s a gash. ‘Fuck,’ I say. 

‘It’s okay,’ he says. ‘It’s not that deep.’

I let out a deep sigh. ‘We did it,’ I say with a semi smile. 

He nods. ‘We did.’

I see no one is upstairs just yet, so I press a kiss on his lips. It’s short and it’s quick. ‘There’s more where that came from,’ I chuckle.

He smirks. ‘I’ll be happy to find out later.’

✧*̥˚🔎🔎🔎 *̥˚✧

While it is a little bit unsatisfying for the two suspects to have died already, therefore not knowing what their motives were exactly, it’s nice to know that there were not a lot of victims, except a seven people who were shot, but they’ll all make a splendid recovery. 

That night, instead of going to Molly’s or whatever bar, I directly go to Hank’s place, him included, after I got to Med to get my leg checked, but that is nothing bad. It’s not much what we do. The two of us lounge around, allow the adrenaline to die off a little, as we share a lot of kisses.

When I’m too tired to function anymore, I push myself up and announce I’m going to bed. 

‘I was thinking,’ he says, standing up as well. ‘Maybe we don’t have to have separate bedrooms. If you want.’

We made it pretty clear we do not sleep in the same room, though I would love nothing more than that. He’s just hesitant, which I understand. He and Camille slept in that room together, I’d have a hard time with that too if I were in his shoes. 

‘You want that?’ I ask. 

He nods. ‘If you do.’

I smile tiredly. ‘I don’t mind. We can sleep in the guest room, if that makes you more comfortable.’

He places his hand on the back of my head, to pull me closer for a kiss on my forehead. ‘I’d appreciate that.’

I take a bit of his shirt in between my fingers and drag him with me, since we don’t have to lock the place anymore, since Hank already did that. We end up in the guest room, that is already looking like a place I’ve been living in for a good two weeks.

He shakes his head in disapproval and slight amusement as he closes the door behind him. ‘Neatness isn’t your forte, isn’t it?’ 

I place my hands on his hips, pushing him against the hard surface of the door. ‘What’d you say?’

He smirks and I love it when he does that. I love it when there are cracks in his facade, when I have a feeling I can actually get to know him. ‘Nothing,’ he whispers, as his lips welcome mine. 

Kissing Hank is not boring and I highly doubt it’ll ever become dull or repetitive. My ex Nelson hadn’t been the affectionate type. When he wanted a kiss, he got one, but I didn’t dare going near him if I needed him. It had never been a very balanced relationship. In his eyes I wasn’t equal. 

Despite Hank being my sergeant—meaning at work we aren’t equal and there is a hierarchy—I have never felt so seen, so accepted and well appreciated. 

Hank got rid of his shirt before he steps in the bed with me. Having his warm body pressed against mine as I slowly drift off to sleep, is an extra component for me to instantly relax.

Because I now know no one can hurt me. 

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Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee // @one-sweet-gubler // @sofiebstar //

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #hank voight #hank voight fanfiction #hank voight x asian ofc #hank voight x ofc #asian ofc #hank voight x abigail barlowe #abigail barlowe #fearless

[thearvariblues]

Day 5: “Breathe.” + hurt

You can find the whole fic using this tag, or you can check it out on AO3. :)

***

Chan stands in front of the group of men ready for a mission, his eyes scrutinizing every single detail of their clothing and equipment. He, as the head of main family’s bodyguards, is technically superior to only one of them (and only when Big himself decides to let him), but he decides to ignore that. His mission today is to make sure all of them come back alive.

“Big,” he says. “Are you wearing your bulletproof vest?”

“Chan,” the bodyguard sighs, rolling his eyes. “I promised I would, didn’t I?”

“You know the rules, love,” Chan replies. “I’m never letting you leave without it again.”

“You’re the one to talk. Ugh. Fine!” Big undoes the top three buttons of his shirt and pulls the fabric aside to reveal a black vest. “Happy now?”

“Thank you,” Chan smiles.

“Don’t worry,” Vegas chuckles. “I’m lucky I’m allowed to leave the house without a bulletproof vest.”

“Hey. I’m wearing it too, remember?” Pete smirks.

“Yes, but only because I insisted.”

“Gentlemen,” Chan interrupts them. “Khun Porsche?”

“I’ve told you a million times to just call me Porsche,” the man in question groans, pulling down the neck of his T-shirt. He turns to Kinn and lifts an eyebrow. “I’m wearing it. Okay?”

“Good,” Kinn nods. It seems to Chan that he’s a little paler than usual, and Chan doesn’t blame him. He hates to let Big go, too.

“Khun Kim?”

“If you try to come anywhere near me with that thing, I will scratch and bite,” Kim growls. “I’m not wearing a fucking bulletproof vest.”

“What, you believe the bullets are gonna bounce off your superstar aura?” Vegas smirks. “Or off your angst?”

“No, Vegas. They’re gonna bounce off my anger.”

“You do seem angrier than usual,” Vegas admits. “Any particular reason?”

“Gentlemen,” Chan repeats. “Please. This is not the time and the place. “Let’s go through the plan–”

“We go in, we kill everyone we see, we walk out. Simple. Lovely. Let’s go,” Kim says and grabs his leather jacket.

“I’m starting to think taking him was a mistake,” Pete murmurs when Kim disappears through the doorway.

“Nah. He clearly needs it,” Vegas chuckles. “He’s really fucking mad.”

“Are you sure you don’t need more people?” Kinn says, turning to Porsche. “You can take every single bodyguard in this house if you want.”

“We’ll be fine, Kinn,” Porsche replies. “The fewer the better. And I have your lucky gun, don’t I?”

Kinn sighs and blinks a few times, and Chan knows better than to comment on that.

“Just… Just make sure you come back, okay?”

“I will. I promise you. I will.”

“I meant everyone,” Kinn says, glancing at Vegas. “Including you, asshole. I’m not taking care of your boyfriend and your kid.”

“Fuck off, Kinn, my boyfriend can take care of himself,” Vegas smirks. “Let’s go. We have work to do.”

*

Vegas plasters himself against the wall by Pete’s side, catching his breath.

“Do you think Kim’s aware of the fact that guns exist, or does he think he needs to beat up everyone with his bare hands?” Pete asks casually while he reloads his gun.

“He’s got a lot of repressed anger,” Vegas replies.

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him grab like… five guns already, but he always just shoots its owner and throws the gun away.”

“Great. He’s literally insane.”

“And you’ve only noticed that now?”

“We should have taken Arm and Pol.”

“We tried, remember? Khun said he’d beat me up with the tray if I mentioned it again!”

“Oh, look. Vegas Theerapanyakul, fearsome mafioso, scared of a lunatic with a food tray,” Pete grins, turning to Vegas. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Vegas replies and presses his lips against Pete’s in a quick kiss.

*

“Fuck, Porsche!” Big yells pushing Porsche out of the way of an incoming bullet. “Could you please be more careful?! If you get yourself killed, Khun Kinn will kill me, and I’m not sacrificing myself for you again!”

“Good,” Porsche nods, shooting the guy who fired the bullet. “Because Chan said that if you do, he will murder me in the most painful way imaginable.”

“So he will hand you over to Vegas?”

“Probably,” Porsche nods. “Oh, and by the way! Thanks for not calling me Khun Porsche, it really means a–”

“Fuck. Don’t mention it to Chan, or I’m not getting any head anytime soon.”

“Don’t you mean he’ll have your head soon?”

“I said what I said,” Big smirks.

“What… Oh. Yeah. Not a word,” Porsche chuckles. “Just keep calling me Porsche, please.”

“Sure, Khun Porsche.”

“Asshole.”

“Likewise.”

They hear a gunshot from the next room. That’s not weird in any way, obviously. The whole building has been ringing with gunshots for the past ten minutes. This one, though, is followed by something neither of them really wanted to hear.

“Pete!” Vegas’ voice screams.

“Oh, fuck,” Porsche mutters and takes off without thinking.

While he runs to the door leading to the next room, he hears a few more gunshots, and then… silence.

He throws the door open, only to immediately find himself face to face with the business end of Vegas’ gun.

It’s probably only luck that keeps Vegas from pulling the trigger before thinking. The man’s eyes are wide open, his face anguished…

“Vegas,” Pete says. “Easy. I’m here, love. I’m here.”

A bloodied hand touches Vegas’ arm, forcing him to lower the gun.

“Fuck, Pete,” Porsche murmurs. “I thought…”

“It’s just my arm. I’m fine,” Pete replies, moving to stand in front of Vegas. He gently touches his lovers face and leans their foreheads together. “Breathe, Vegas. Breathe.”

“Pete…” Vegas whispers, taking a long, shaky breath.

“I’m here. Breathe.”

“You’re bleeding,” Vegas murmurs.

“Doesn’t matter. Are you with me?”

Vegas nods and wraps his arms around Pete to hold him closer.

“I saw…”

“Well, the bulletproof vest is pretty useful,” Pete smiles. “It’s just the arm. But the shirt is ruined.”

“I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you ten of them. But we need to stop the bleeding first.”

Running footsteps make Porsche and Big raise their guns and turn towards the door, but the newcomer turns out to be a breathless, slightly sweaty Kim.

“Where is everyone?!” he asks, wiping some blood from his forehead. “They can’t all be dead! I’ve only just started!”

“I’m afraid they are, Khun Kim. Maybe you could find one or two unconscious…”

“Where?” Kim asks, looking around. “And why is Vegas bandaging Pete’s arm with a dead Italian goon’s silk scarf?”

“Because I didn’t allow him to use is own shirt,” Pete replies.

“Are you all right, Kim?” Porsche asks. “You look a bit… off.”

“No, I’m fine. Perfectly fine. I just hit my head a little, but I’m–”

With that, his eyes roll back into his head and he collapses to the floor.

“Oh, great,” Big sighs. “I’m not gonna be the one explaining this to Khun Kinn.”

“No need to,” Porsche replies. “I’ll just tell him his brother’s an idiot. That should be enough…”

*

Pete has to stay in the Theerapanyakul family’s private hospital for a few days. His wound isn’t that bad, but the doctors and Vegas insisted. Pete hates it, of course. He misses his family, especially after sending Vegas home to take care of their son.

He is currently waiting for his coffee by the vending machine when he sees a familiar figure sneaking around with all the subtlety of an elephant in a porcelain factory.

“Chay?”

The figure stops dead in his tracks, staring straight ahead, as if Pete’s a T-rex and won’t be able to see him if he stays perfectly still.

Pete chuckles.

“Kim’s door is that one,” he says, pointing. “He’ll be fine. It’s just a mild concussion. And if anyone asks, I never saw you.”

“Thanks, P’Pete!” Chay beams and starts for the door without a second of hesitation.

Pete just shakes his head with a smile and takes his coffee cup.

Kim’s repressed anger is probably going to go away pretty soon…

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