#he wants a ride and a McDonald's shake

[evie-sturns]

you want to? - matt sturniolo

summary: when you ask your classmate matt for a ride home after school, you find out hes a virgin, how could you not offer to change that?

contains: smut, semi-sub!matt, virgin!matt, swearing.

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the deafening bell rings throughout my math classroom, signalling the end of the day. i look down at my phone which reads 3:00pm, i instantly start to pack up my books more than ready to leave.

i watch the brunette boy to my left swing his bag over his shoulders, he doesn't say much but i'm pretty sure his names matt, i'm quite close with his brother nick but i've never got to know him personally.

i follow close behind him as he walks through the hallway.

we exit through the doors of the school, i decide to make my move now, needing a desperate ride home.

"uh- matt!" i call out walking up beside him, he looks over at me fixing the frame of his dark brown glasses.

"yeah?" he replies softly,

it shouldn't be wrong of me to ask for a ride, i've seen him briefly while i've been round at nicks house, and we got paired up for a group project in 9th grade where i spoke to him for a week.

"this is like- really random but do you mind giving me a ride home, i think my house is just down the street to yours and my car broke down this morning." i ramble

"oh- yeah, okay- thats fine." he says nervously "thank you so much" i let out a sigh of relief.

matt and i walk in silence to his car, his lips are red from where hes been biting them.

he opens the door for me, i jump in the passenger seat. the whole car is clean except for a camera battery and an empty mcdonald's cup.

he jumps in as well, "sorry if this is an inconvenience, i'll venmo you gas money and extra." i say.

"no- don't worry about it, it's fine." matt instantly replies.

i decide to start up a conversation, not wanting to sit in silence for the whole 20 minute ride.

"hows nick?" i ask, "hes okay, i think hes just weirded out about the whole audrey situation."

audrey is nick's best friend, who recently became hated at our school for sleeping with a whole friend group then lying to everyone and saying they made her do it.

"oh yeah!? she fucked that whole group of guys oh god." i exclaim, causing matt to tense up, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight.

"you okay? sorry- do you know audrey"

he shakes his head "i don't know her."

"oh you just went tense about the audrey fucking." i repeat, he laughs slightly, the tips of his ears go red.

"have you never had sex?" i ask, my head spinning round to look at him.

his cheeks go a deep red, he takes a hand off the wheel to rubs his eye under his glasses.

"i- yeah- no.. i dont know" he mutters, "you don't know if you've had sex?" i smile,

"i don't know- no" he says awkwardly with a grin.

"oh, thats fine!" i reply,

"you want to?" i continue, matt goes silent. i instantly regret my words, i didn't mean to make matt uncomfortable but it was just a genuine question.

"sorry." i instantly follow my words up, my tone less.. loud.

"yeah, i think i do" matt almost whispers as though he can't get any louder.

i nod my head understandingly , "you got anyone you want to loose it to, or not really?"

matt seems to grow a little more comfortable, his deathly grip on the wheel loosening

"i can't say" he laughs slightly "i mean i'm almost 18 and both my brothers won't stop yapping about their hook ups." he sighs

"do you want to.. with me?" i ask quietly, the words leaving my mouth before i can process

"but only if you want-" i instantly say after.

his head snaps round to look at me, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose slightly. "you- what" he smiles slightly, his eyebrows twisting as his cheeks flush

i stay silent, maintaining eye contact for a couple seconds.

"yeah, okay thank you" his says breathlessly, looking back to the road

"you can uh- come back to my house, nick and chris are at hockey and my parents are away for 2 weeks." matt says, trying to sound confident.

i nod, "yeah okay!"

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3:42pm

matt pulls into his driveway, we've been having small talk for the past 5 minutes the rest of the way.

i open the door to his car, stepping out onto the concrete. i follow matt inside his house, i'm more than used to being in his house, execpt its usually with nick to hang out, not with his triplet brother to hook up.

i take his hand, he guides us upstairs into his bedroom. i lock the wooden door behind us.

"so uh, where do we start?" matt laughs nervously, reaching a hand up and scratching the side of his head.

i get on my tip-toes, grabbing his jaw and pulling him into a kiss. he hesitates for a second before kissing me back.

it quickly turns into a makeout, i push him back onto the bed before straddling him.

i grind against the fabric of his jeans, matt lets out a pathetic whimper against my lips clearly sensitive.

i pull away for a second to pull my shirt up over my head, revealing the pink lace of my bra. matt shamelessly stares at my tits, his top teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

after a solid 25 seconds of staring he pulls his navy blue crewneck off over his head, his middle part flopping on his forehead.

his breathing picks up as i unclasp my bra, letting it fall down onto his chest. i instantly feel a bulge feel underneath me, his face growing red.

i fix his glasses on his face lingering my fingers on his skin for longer than needed, "oh my god" i hear him whisper under his breath, i shift off his lap onto the floor, matt sits on the edge of the bed.

i fidget with the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the loops of his jeans before unbuttoning the button of his jeans and shimmying the fabric down his thighs.

i don't waste time to yank down his boxers, his erection springs out. matt's tip is slightly more red than his lips, now begging to be touched.

"you ready sweetheart?" i ask him, dragging my nails up and down his thighs.

"yeah- yes please." he nods, i wrap my hand around his length and pumping slowly, i look up at him and his head falls back "fuck.." he groans as i wrap my lips around his tip.

i circle my tongue just around his tip teasingly but it seems to be enough for matt already.

i slowly take more of him in my mouth, taking most of his dick down my throat.

"oh my god oh my god-" matt whimpers as i bob my head up and down,

my pace quickens everytime matt makes noise, only driving me to take more of him. i feel him twitch, meaning he's close already.

after matt bucks his hips up i pull off of him, edging him. "please" matt starts but i cut him off "don't want you to cum yet, don't wanna overstimulate you okay?"

he nods, i get up off the floor to straddle the top of his thighs again, his dick resting against my lower stomach.

"tell me what you want matt." i say, fixing his hair which rests against the glass of his glasses. "please?" matt whispers.

"please what." i tease, kneeling on either side of his legs and pulling down my shorts and panties in one tug. "ride me.." he says shyly. i smile before hovering myself above his tip, slowly sinking down onto his tip.

"oh my god" he groans, i let out a soft groan as i sink further down his length, i grab his wrists and place his ringed hands on my waist instead of him balling up the sheet.

"feels so good" he mumbles shakily, i start to bounce slowly up and down on his dick.

i let out strings of moans as his grip tightens on my waist "please please-" he whines, i start to pick up my pace.

"matt- you wanna try being on top?" i ask quickly, he hesitates before nodding his head eagerly.

he flips us over impressively easily, "grab my ankles" i tell him which he does, his two large hands grabbing my ankles and pushing them down by my ears, i nod.

he starts to thrust into me, matt's middle part flops on his head, his glasses shifting.

"fuck- 'm so close" he groans "you got it matt" i breathe out

matt pulls out, instantly releasing on my stomach as his glasses fall off, landing on my chest.

he flops down next to me on the bed panting, his arms laying across his forehead.

i scoot closer to matt's side, "you okay?" i ask, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, a small smile forming on his face.

"you don't understand how long i've wanted that with you." he laughs slightly, "with me?" i reply, my eyes widening slightly

"yeah- i don't know." he sits up, rubbing his eyes. i sit up next to him, grabbing his glasses off my chest and holding them up

i slide the glasses onto his face, his cheeks still flushed

"we should do this again sometime" he suggests awkwardly,

"good idea matt" i smile, pressing a quick kiss to his red lips.

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[cutiesgawr]

(🌊) ♪ → Two BigMacs(dicks) ! ♪ ←

(💧)chara.cters; Ronald McDonald, Scaramouche

(☄️) syno.psis; You have some fun time with ronald and oops your boyfriend comes and fucks you infotnt of the clown !><

(🦈)content. warning; riding, rough sex, voyeurism, afab!reader, clown noises, this is a JOKE, making out, cheating but scara blames the clown(as he should!), reader has no wrong

(🌀) notes; Errmmm @nixara , I just wanted to post something then saw something on @kvnis ' blog about nixara wanting smut so yeah!! ^^

Your hands grip at the table as your eyes roll back, your mouth open. His yellow gloves holding your waist, as your cunt tightens around his pale skin dick, the tip of his dick hitting that spot in you, it makes you see tiny Happy meals. You rub at your eyes, wiping around pleasure tears, you let out a loud moan as you can see two reflections, one is you, being bent over a table. The other one being the mascot, with his ironic red hair, clown makeup. He has that ironic smile on his face as he pounds into you, your fingers hurt as you continue to grip at the table. "A-Ah! F-fuvk?! Ronald~!!" You scream as you cream, he blinks as his yellow gloves grip harder at you. "Take his secret sauce, baby!" He says, you moan as turn to face him and honk his clown red nose. It makes an honking sound, you smile as you see another figure. It was an angry, purple haired male. It was your boyfriend! Scaramouche, your angry loving traumatized boyfriend!

"get the fuck off her, clown botch!" His hand reaches up as he honks Ronald's nose, you gasp as Ronald falls to the ground, you gasp as Scaramouche grips at your hips. His hand slapping at your wet creamed pussy, slapping away so the secret sauce will go away from his precious pussy. "This cut is mine, clownie!" he says, you blush as his dick stands hard and his dick enters you, the tip of his dick hitting your spot as he gropes at your chest. Making the clown watch as both of you engage in sex, Scaramouche groans into your ear as he fucks his cunt that belongs to him, scara pinches your clit as he fucks your cunt harder. Your legs shake as your eyes roll back, you bite at your bottom lip as your cunt spasms around his cock. His cock twitches as he busts a nut in ya cunt. You moan as you climax, scara pulls out as he leaves a hickey on your neck. He looks at the clown, smirking.

"so what about a threesome?" Ronald says.

"oh Ronald, you silly clown!" You laugh as a laugh track plays in the background.

Pov; you after a threesome with two clowns.

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[bruisedboys]

🍓 — send in a character + a dialogue prompt for a blurb!

“you can kiss me, you know” with lil baby eddie munson <33

summary: eddie kisses shy!you when he gets back from band practice

shy!gn!reader 0.7k words

Eddie comes home from band practice to find you fast asleep on his bed. Your hair is splayed out across his pillows, your shirt rides up your back, exposing a sliver of skin, and your arm dangles over the edge of the bed.

Eddie feels, for a moment, like all the breath has been knocked out of his chest. There you are, so pretty, so lovely, fast asleep on his bed in his room. He stands in the doorway and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.

When his heart’s stopped racing he moves to put his stuff down, hanging his guitar on the wall next to his mirror and shrugging out of his jacket, throwing it over his desk chair. He’s quiet with his movements but you stir anyway. Eddie freezes, but it’s too late, you’re already awake.

You lift your head off the pillows and blink blearily until your eyes land on Eddie.

“Eddie,” you say, voice raspy but no less sweet than usual.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, rushed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, if you want to.”

You shake your head and it’s maybe the cutest thing Eddie’s ever seen. Your hair is all rumpled and you’ve got a sleepy pout on your lips.

“No. It’s okay, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, anyway.” You sit up all the way and tuck your hair behind your ears, cross your legs underneath yourself and look at Eddie expectantly. “How was band?”

Eddie has to take a moment to compose himself, to force his breaths to stop coming in so fast. Something about you, all lovely and homey and adorable sitting in his bed, is really messing with his heart. In a good way.

“It was good,” he says, his voice comes out sounding strained. He clears his throat and tries again. “It was good, thanks for asking, lovely. What did you do while I was gone?”

You shrug. “Read my book. Fell asleep. It was boring without you.”

Eddie thinks his heart does a triple backflip. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at your words and your shy smile.

“Is that so?” He asks, trying to sound as cool and collected as he can when he’s the total opposite.

It works. You go all shy, dipping your head to stare at your knees. It’s adorable. Eddie can’t take it any longer, he strides across the room and closes the gap between you, his knees pressing into the edge of the bed.

He gets a hand under your chin and encourages your head up, lifting until you’re looking at him, your jaw cupped in his hand. You’re somehow even prettier up close. Eddie grins.

“I missed you,” he says, because he did, and if he doesn’t tell you he might burst.

You positively beam. Your cheeks go all plump and flushed and your eyes crinkle at the corners. Eddie thinks his heart misses a few crucial beats.

“I missed you too,” you say softly.

Eddie’s eyes are drawn to your lips. It was inevitable. Your mouth is moving around your words, so why shouldn’t he look? He thinks you’ve caught him looking because you flush all over again.

“Eddie,” you say, a little chiding, a lot fond. You look like you’re trying very hard not to smile. “You can kiss me, you know.”

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends at the waist to kiss you, his knees pressing into the bed and his free hand moving to brace himself on the mattress next to your hip. His mouth meets yours in a chaste kiss, one that has his heart pounding, though he’s not sure it’s going quite as fast as yours. His hand slips to your neck and his thumb brushes your pulse point. It’s racing.

He pulls back to spare both your hearts and you’re smiling when he does. Eddie moves back swiftly, lest he start kissing you until you can’t breathe. He can’t have that.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, because he’s feeling too much for you and it’s overwhelming. A distraction is very necessary. “We can go to McDonald’s, maybe?“

You smile and nod. “Okay,” you say, then, mischievously, “I’m paying.”

Eddie fakes a glare at you. You’re always offering to pay. He thought it was supposed to be the boyfriend’s job to pay for things. Then again, he’s not exactly in the habit of saying no to you. His glare turns into a fond smile very quickly.

“Whatever you want, angel.”

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[munson-blurbs]

Thot of the day: reader is obsessed with Eddie's lips, she has the biggest fattest crush on him, maybe he's a costumer in her cafe, they often speak/flirt and she watches him greedily, thinking about what those lips could do on her. She often fantasizes about making him sucking her fingers while she rides him. Well, she's determined to make him hers 🫠

Combined with this anon req:

Hello hello hello! I love your blog! may I please request a little smutty thing of Eddie losing his mind over fem reader having a tongue piercing when she's going down on him?

I took some liberties and made some changes so Eddie is more subby; hope that's okay!

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m! and f! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), teeny mention of breeding kink, subby!Eddie

WC: 2.5k

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Eddie hadn’t even meant to meet you. 

He’d only stumbled into the café in a feeble attempt to get out of the pouring rain after the wind snapped his umbrella inside out. The goal was to get to the nearest McDonald’s for lunch, since he’d forgotten his sandwich at home, but the weather had other plans. 

“Shit shit shit,” he’d muttered, shaking out the umbrella haphazardly before giving up and chucking it in the trash. There was no way he was walking anywhere else, so he wiped his hands on his jeans—which were now stuck to his thighs—and approached the counter to get a better look at the menu. 

“What can I get for you?” A voice greeted him, coming out from behind the espresso machine. You gave him a small smile as you grabbed a notepad to jot down his order. 

“Um,” Eddie’s full attention was on you, rather than his food options. “Do you serve coffee here?” 

You gestured at the bags of coffee beans lining the counter. “What gave it away?” you’d asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

He could smack himself—it’s a café, of course there’s coffee. “I mean, I’ll have a large coffee, cream and sugar.” That’s what Wayne gets whenever they go to the diner, so he chooses the same. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows. “Anything to eat?” You pointed to the small chalkboard hanging behind you. “If you need help sounding out any of the words, let me know.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Are you calling me dumb?” he’d balked. “What kind of customer service is this?” But he was smiling, and his silly, overly dramatic nature had you giggling. 

That’s when he saw it. 

The black stud, perfectly adorning the center of your tongue. It flicked against your teeth as you’d told him, “the chicken pesto panini is my favorite.” There was no response from the curly-haired metalhead before you. You’d squinted slightly, waving your hand in front of his face. “Hello? You good?”

“Wha—oh, yeah,” he’d stammered bashfully, breaking from his trance. “I’ll have that, then. The, uh, the chicken thing.”

“So, one coffee and one chicken thing?” you’d teased him. “And who’s this for?” 

Eddie furrows his brows in confusion. “It’s for me?” It comes out as a question. 

“And does ‘me’ have a name?” You laughed again. He didn’t even care that you were laughing at him, not with him. He’d say or do nearly anything to get a glimpse of your tongue and that godforsaken piercing. 

“Oh, uh, Eddie. Eddie is my name,” he says lamely. 

“Eddie. Got it.” You’d written his name on the side of the Styrofoam cup in permanent marker. He’d felt himself stiffen against his zipper when you’d said his name aloud. He wanted to hear you moan it, scream it, over and over. 

From that moment on, Eddie is totally smitten. He stops by the café for his coffee every morning on his way to work at the record store. The burgeoning caffeine addiction is worth getting to talk to you for just a few seconds. 

After a week of flustered half-conversations, he finally works up the nerve to ask you an actual question.

“Are you from around here? Like, from Hawkins?” It’s clunky and awkward, but it’s a start.

“Kinda?” You chuckle at his puzzled expression. “I lived here until my parents divorced when I was fourteen, right before I started high school. Then I went to live with my dad in Chicago until I started college last year.”

“That’s cool–I mean, it’s not cool that your parents split up, that sucks, but it’s cool that you lived in Chicago and go to college and stuff.” Good God, stop talking, Eddie wills himself, practically clamping his lips shut in an attempt to cut off his babbling. “What brings you back?”

You give an exasperated sigh. “My mom insisted I spend the summer with her; she wants to ‘reconcile our misgivings’ or whatever bullshit line Oprah fed her.” Eddie takes note of your eye roll when you speak about your mother. “So she set me up with this job while she drags me to family therapy once a week.” You pull a cup from the pile in front of you. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” he says distractedly, trying to find another topic to keep the conversation from ending. “Where do you go to college?”

Your smile melts him, and he has to grip the counter to keep his knees from buckling. “The Pratt Institute. It’s in New York City,” you elaborate.

Eddie’s jaw drops. “No fuckin’ way!” he exclaims. “I’ve always wanted to go to New York, but to actually live there? That’s fuckin’ awesome!”

“My mom wasn’t thrilled,” you confess through gritted teeth. “She never liked that I wanted to pursue art as a career. It was always, ‘make it a hobby so you can get a real job.’” You slide his cup towards him. “It’s like, she disapproves of everything that I do: what I study, friends I hang out with, people I’ve dated.”

“Are you seeing anyone now?” The question spills out before he can think it through, hoping you don’t pick up on his eagerness.

You shake your head. “Single as ever,” you reply chipperly. “Why, you putting in an application?” Your tongue sneaks past your teeth, just enough to show off the piercing.

A blush creeps into Eddie’s cheeks at your proposition. “Maybe? If you’re interested? If not, I can just pay for my coffee and go.”

You tilt your head, musing his proposition. “I’d be lying if I said I was looking for something serious right now,” you begin, watching his shoulder sag dejectedly, “but my boss doesn’t get here for another hour, if you wanna fool around in the back?”

Eddie’s eyes almost pop out of his head. “You wanna fool around…with me?” He doesn’t wait for your response as he hoists himself over the counter, knocking over the stack of cups and the basket of sugar packets. “I’ll clean that up later,” he mumbles, dragging you to the door marked “employees only.” 

His hands are relentless, like he can’t decide where to put them first. First, he cups your cheeks as he presses his lips to yours, but determines that that’s too intimate for the occasion. He brings his palms up your shirt, messily groping at your tits through your bra. “S’perfect,” he growls as he bites your neck. You can feel him twitching in his jeans, and you grind up against him. The groan that leaves his mouth is downright pornographic. 

Your tongues intertwine as he pushes you against the door. He tastes like stale cigarettes and the sip of coffee he just had. His knee instinctively slips between your legs, angled perfectly for you to rub yourself on it. 

“You ever get head from someone with a tongue piercing before?” When he shakes his head dumbly, you take the opportunity to continue taunting him. “Oh, sweet boy; have you ever gotten head from anyone before?”

“N-No,” Eddie admits. “But I’d like to change that.”

You giggle at his candid confession, fingers toying with his belt buckle. He hisses at the mere brush of your hands against his clothed erection. Pulling his pants and boxers down as you drop to your knees, you watch in awe as his thick cock smacks against his stomach, leaving a pre-cum stain on his Dio shirt. “Damn, these Hawkins girls don’t know what they’re missing,” you tell him. You lean over, spitting on his pink tip and collecting the saliva back in your mouth as you lick up his shaft. 

The piercing feels like absolute heaven on the ridges of his dick. You trace along the vein as you take as much of him in your mouth as you can. He’s huge. 

“Holy shit, holy fuckin’ shit,” Eddie breathes, digging his ringed fingers into your hair. “Please keep going, please please please.”

Never one to turn down the chance to torture, you let go of his cock with a pop. “What was that, baby?” You give a mischievous smirk. 

Eddie looks like he’s about to cry at the loss of contact. “No, don’t stop; need you,” he whines, jutting out his lower lip reflexively. 

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” You take him back in your mouth, sucking him off while playing with his balls. He’s not expecting that, and he bucks his hips into you, making you gag.

“‘M sorry,” he whispers, pulling back slightly to let you breathe. “Didn’t mean to…” He spins a ring on his finger anxiously.

“Maybe I like choking on you,” you murmur, grasping his softening length in your lithe fingers and pumping it, watching it stiffen in your hand. “You know what else I’d like?” He hums his response. “I’d like you to cum in my mouth. Y’think you can do that for me?”

You’re shocked when he shakes his head no. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he mumbles, hoping you’ll get the hint. “Tryna hold out so, y’know…”

You lick your lips and sneer. “Honey, I bet you can get it back up in under five minutes, if that.” Swirling your tongue over his angry red tip, and grabbing his thighs, you bring him to his climax. He spills into your mouth, moaning your name so loudly you’re worried a rogue customer might hear. 

Eddie gently withdraws, and you part your lips to show him his cum on your tongue. The black stud makes the perfect centerpiece as you swallow his load.

A string of his cum lingers on your pointer and middle fingers. You consider it for a moment before bringing it to his lips. “You should taste yourself, Eddie,” you murmur. “Taste s’fucking good.” He opens his mouth obediently, sucking on your fingers harshly. His tongue tickles against them, and you shiver.

“You’re…oh my God,” he manages. “Is it too forward to say that you’re perfect?”

“I don’t care what you say, as long as you fuck me right now,” you growl into his ear. You can’t act like he’s the only needy one any longer. Ever since he’d walked into the café, drenched from the rain, you’d wanted him. Wanted his soft, pillowy lips on yours. Wanted him to sink his teeth into your skin until he left marks. Wanted him inside you, filling you up completely.

He nods his head, but the rest of his body seems to freeze in place. He snaps out of it as you bring his hands to the button on your skirt, quickly using his thick fingers to strip you of it and revealing black lace underwear. He practically falls to his knees, kissing your wet pussy through the cloth. 

“You’re fucking soaked.” Eddie can’t hide the awe in his voice, tugging at the fabric so roughly that it rips. “Oh, shit. ‘M sorry.”

“No, that was really hot,” you tell him breathlessly, mindlessly bringing your middle finger to your throbbing clit. Eddie pushes it away, running his tongue along your folds. He’s eager but timid, so you encourage him. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Oh, that’s it—right there,” you wail as he finds your hole. His thumb is rubbing frantic circles on your sensitive bud, not stopping until you cum so hard, your toes curl. 

“Fuck—yes—Eddie—I’m coming—f’you,” you manage, throwing your head back and biting your fist to muffle your screams. Sweat drips down the side of Eddie’s neck. “Worked so hard for me, didn’t you?” you coo, resuming your dominance. “C’mere; you ready to cum again?” His boner speaks for itself, twitching up against him. 

You lean your stomach against the cool countertop, mentally reminding yourself to sanitize it tonight. “‘S not ideal, but it’ll do,” you say. A lot of people want their first time to be in a bed, or on a beach, gazing lovingly into their partner’s eyes. Well, Eddie Munson was going to lose his virginity by fucking you from behind in the café kitchen, but you doubt he’s complaining. 

“I d-don’t have, um, protection.” He winces at his awkwardness, massaging the nape of his neck. 

“Relax. I’m on the pill.” When he shoots you a dubious glance, you laugh. “Do I look like I wanna have your babies?” His eyebrows raise at the thought of it. “Oookay, we’ll unpack that another time. For right now, for the love of God, put your dick inside me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eddie sets himself behind you, sliding into your waiting pussy. “So tight; takin’ me so good.” He pinches his face together in ecstasy. 

You press your palms into the counter. “Harder. I l-like it rough.” He takes direction well, pistoning into you and grabbing your ponytail. “Yes, Eddie. Pull my hair. Fucking yank it.” You clench around his length as you feel the familiar strain on your scalp. 

“Can’t—hold—out,” Eddie groans. He wants to make you cum again, but his orgasm is just too close, and he finds himself spilling into you for the second time today. “Thassit. Take it. Take my cum, just like that.” He keeps thrusting even as he gets softer, fucking his seed into you. When he comes down from the high, he’s immediately embarrassed. “You didn’t get to—”

But he’s interrupted by the sound of the bell jingling, signaling an incoming customer. “Y/N? Where are you, dear?” a voice calls out. 

Eddie knows that voice. He knows it all too well. 

You roll your eyes. “Ugh, my mom’s here. I forgot she said she was gonna visit me at work today.” You pull your skirt back up to your waist, fasten it quickly, and secure your hair back in its tie. 

Your…mom? But that sounded like…

Without thinking, Eddie follows you, adjusting himself and fixing his belt as he walks. There’s no way…

“Edward? I didn’t know you worked here with my daughter!”

You turn to Eddie, confused. “How do you know my mom?”

But the older woman answers for him. “Oh, we know each other very well. Mr. Munson took English with me three times over. Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Mrs. O’Donnell,” he replies miserably. “But I finally graduated this year.”

“And thank God for that,” Mrs. O’Donnell scoffs. “Do me a favor and stay away from my daughter. She doesn’t need any more bad influences in her life.”

Something comes over Eddie—maybe it’s his pure rage towards his former teacher; maybe it’s the confidence he feels from losing his virginity—but he steps closer to you and grabs your ass through your skirt. “Not a problem. I think my work here is done, anyway.”

Mrs. O’Donnell practically faints on the spot. “What—what do you—oh, for heaven’s sake, please don’t tell me you two are dating.”

“Oh, no, we’re not dating,” you smirk, waiting for her to relax before dropping the bomb: “We’re just sleeping together.”

Eddie grins, leaning over to kiss you possessively. “See you tomorrow? Same time and place?” He winks at Mrs. O’Donnell, still in shock from your blunt admission. “Don’t worry; I passed sex ed the first time.”

--

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #fanfic #requests

[gabigabigabby]

hi can you do where jude tells the reader he’s leaving for madrid soon and she gets upset that he’s leaving so she tries to live their last days together to the fullest

madrid is waiting | j. bellingham

jude bellingham x fem!reader

a/n: so happy that jude has signed w real madrid! his run at dortmund was beautiful <3 can't wait to see what the future holds for him. this is a little bit short too, i haven't mastered the jude bellingham fics yet. enjoy! ⭐️

synopsis: jude announces to you that he'll be leaving for madrid in a week

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you hate when jude had to sit you down because he had something to tell you. you hated it so badly. at the same time, you loved listening to him talk.

"babe, i just want you to know that it hurts me just as much to have to break it to you." jude begins. lucky for him, you already what he's talking about.

"you're going to real madrid." you admit, but you did it with a smile on your face. because you really were happy for him, and you'd do everything in your power to be there with him.

"yeah," jude says. "and i know that you applied to school here at dortmund and you can't appeal for online school instead. you know how much i want you there with me in madrid."

your eyebrows pull together. "of course, jb. but i get it. i mean, let's be honest here, you put your career and me on the scale..." you hold out your hands in front of him; one stood for his career and the other for you, you let your left hand drop to your legs. "your career is way more important, jude."

"i don't even want to think about that." jude shakes his head, burying his face in his hands.

"so don't think about it," you decide. "we are just going to spend these last few days i have with you. and we're going to spend it to our fullest."

after a couple minutes of silence, jude finally comes up with a decision. "we're going to a theme park."

"okay."

tickets were booked that very same day, and the next day, you and jude were in the car driving over to a theme park in dortmund. you immersed yourself in every moment with him. you made sure you were touching him, no matter where you were. his hand would always be in yours, on the ride queues, he'd always have you in his arms. doesn't really matter what you two were talking about, you were always talking.

at the end of the night, jude drove the two of you over to mcdonald's, sat in the car and ate till you can't eat.

the next day, you and jude spent the day café-hopping all around dortmund. you drank a lot of coffee, he ate a lot of croissants. by the end of the day, you both were delirious. you didn't sleep the entire night. you talked about anything and everything. you didn't complain, though. you knew you were gonna miss these late night talks when he's all the way in madrid.

the last day was probably the most painful day. when you woke up, jude was already packing his suitcase. "didn't expect you'd wake up this early, babe." he says, stopping himself from packing and walking over to his side of the bed.

"no, go on." you say, attempting to push him out, hoping he'd continue packing.

"that can wait," jude shrugs it off. "what'd you wanna do today?"

"nothing. just wanna stay here. with you." you say, getting comfortable in jude's arms.

"good answer," jude hums, as you realise he was wearing his dortmund shirt. "i'm gonna miss wearing yellow, y'know."

"don't think about it, jb. think about the club you're going to play for next. real madrid is a huge deal. think about all the friends you're gonna make." you explain. you can imagine the new friendships he'll make. with vini jr, rodrygo, luka modric, aurelien tchouameni.

"madrid is a beautiful place to be, innit?" he chuckles.

"absolutely. i've been there a few times, you're gonna love it there." you smile to yourself.

"i promise you i'm always gonna fly you out there. anytime you're free, just text me." jude reminds, though you were not surprised, you knew he was going to tell you that.

"i'm actually appealing to the uni if i could move my year online. if they say yes, then—"

"you can move to madrid with me!" jude jumps off the bed. you nod your head. "aww, that is bloody fuckin' great! uni, please say yes." he's on his knees now.

"i hope they say yes too."

"i love you. okay? you can't forget that. i'll be in madrid waiting for you." jude says, getting on the bed and kneeling before you.

"i know, jb," you say, touching his face. "i'll be in madrid very soon."

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x reader #jb22 #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #borussia dortmund #real madrid

[v4mpgutz]

Knife Under My Pillow, Hobie Brown [ ONESHOT ]

— got me feelin' paralysed, i can't sleep without the lights

hobie has a nightmare and you offer him comfort!

note: i don't know why i didn't have this idea sooner omfg i love soft hobie, PUSHING THE SOFT HOBIE AGENDA!!

warnings ! — hobie is a little disoriented at first, angst to fluff, kind of ooc but its just bc hes sleepy and anxious because of his nightmare. petnames ( baby, babe, love )

hobie had always had fairly vivid dreams. there'd been many times where he'd wake up and tell you about how he was kidnapped by aliens and then went to mcdonalds with them or where you turned into a tiny kitten and he'd carried you in his pocket.

unfortunately, having vivid dreams also meant he had vivid nightmares as well. most of the time when he had a nightmare he'd wake up, go get a glass of water, come back to bed, cuddle into you and then go back to sleep. this time, however, was different.

you awoke from small mutters and mumbles coming from beside you, not being able to make out any words but you knew it was hobie.

you smiled down at him as you sat up and checked the alarm clock on his bedside table, 2:37 AM.

when hobie let out a small, distressed sound, you quickly turned back to him and noticed his face was screwed up in what looked like discomfort or pain. you furrowed your brows in concern, trying to listen to what he was saying in his sleep.

"love.." he mumbled, taking a shaky, gasp-like breath in, but still asleep. "no, move..."

you could only grow more concerned as sweat started to build on his forehead, his body shaking as he started to flail around a bit.

"hobie?" you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "hobie, wake up!"

you could see his eyes moving around quickly under his eyelids and his skin developed a layer of goosebumps. you shook his shoulder, calling his name again. "baby, wake up, c'mon..." you whispered.

you shake him a little harder and watched as he opened his eyes with a shallow breath in, blinking slowly and looking around his room.

he didn't see you at first, calling your name as his eyes teared up.

you frowned and placed a hand on his cheek gently as he sat up, eliciting a short gasp from him. "i'm right here, hobie," you reassured him as you moved one hand to gently hold his right one.

he took a few deep breaths, just looking at you. he took in your appearance — you were okay. he shuffled further towards you on the bed and hugged you, his head resting against your torso as he laid the two of you down again.

you felt his body shaking as he let out muffled sobs. "hobie..." you called and rubbed his back, hugging him close. "what happened, babe?" you asked him.

he turned his head so that his face was away from your stomach, whispering softly.

"it was you," he choked out. "i couldn't stop it."

you didn't entirely understand what he meant but you figured something bad had happened to you in his nightmare. you didn't want to push him to say anything else considering he was so upset and you'd never wish to cause him more pain, so you opted for comforting him instead.

"hey," you whispered to him. "look at me, hob."

he coughed and wiped his eyes, looking up at you from his place tucked between your legs as he laid on your torso.

you held his face in your hands and looked him in the eyes, seeing tears gather along his waterline. "i'm okay, see?" you smiled softly, rubbing his cheek.

"i'm right here, i'm fine." you nodded, humming softly. he seemed to be a little calmer, lips pulling into a barely noticeable smile as you hummed some made-up tune.

he let out a breath and cuddled himself back into your stomach, "you're right."

you laughed and patted his back, running your fingers up and down it gently, making him shiver.

"go back to sleep, baby," you told him as you checked the time again. "it's early. i've got you, i'm not going anywhere."

you felt him smile against your slightly exposed skin due to your shirt riding up. he kissed your stomach gently and mumbled a small, "thank you."

before you knew it, you heard his quiet breaths as he fell back asleep.

i love him so much omg

#— river's sticky notes ✩˚｡⋆ #fanfic #writers on tumblr #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider punk #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown angst #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown hurt/comfort #fluff #angst with comfort #angst with a happy ending #sleepy hobie brown

[stevesbanana]

Steve Head-cannons~

Listen we all need some spiritual healing, and what better way to heal than to read about our adorable man-child🩵

PSA: A couple 18+ head-cannons will be at the end ;)

~~~

Say what you want but this man is the epitome of the you fell first but he fell harder trope.

Love language is physical touch. Tell me I’m wrong, I’ll wait.

Consent, consent, consent.

His neck kisses have spiritual healing ❤️‍🩹

Will act heroic to kill a bug for you but screams with you when they start running.

Steve pinching your ass and saying “don’t look at me like that” when you turn around.

Steve always being the driver.

Buys you a cake after taking your first shit at his place

Definitely calls you honey, fight me.

Need your back cracked? He can do it, he’ll tell you to cross your arms, take a deep breath and lift you.

Walk him like a dog? Oh you do.

He for sure asks for a kids menu with crayons at the restaurant to play tic tac toe with you.

He’s the type of guy to say: “whoopsie daisy” when dropping something, for dustin to turn and say: “I’m sorry what?”

*Grabs you by your waist and sits you in his lap*

He definitely hit his ankles with his scooter an ungodly amount of times and never learned.

Back to epitomes- Steve🤝🏻sleeper build

Oh he definitely grabs your neck to kiss you.

Will shut you up with a kiss.

Tells Robin his back hurts at work from giving you a piggyback ride the night before, only to do it again if you ask.

Constantly analyzing you and knows if you’re not okay. (It’s sad to say he probably does it to protect himself cause he’s definitely scared you’ll eventually leave him)

Other head-cannons

~~~

Walking through your home door and Billy smacking your ass out of nowhere saying: “I’ve been holding out alll evening”

Steve and Billy are best friends okay, they relate to each other cause they both had asshole phases in high school.

Eddie calling you ‘noodle head’ if you have curly or wavy hair

Billy asking what you want at McDonald’s only to turn around and order 3 Big Macs

Steve buying a speak and spell, and Billy calls it stupid. Only to turn around and buy one for himself.

Billy picking you up by your ankles and shaking you to get you out of your depressive state.

You and Billy going back and forth like Jess and Nick’s ‘weird’ contest on New Girl.

Billy and Steve’s dynamic is literally Schmidt and Nick on New Girl

Billy is the type of guy to have a Budweiser shirt, but turn around and say “I like Heineken better”

Billy randomly barking at men that look at you and you turn to see his mouth foaming.

Billy being a good cook.

Eddie not being able to cook for shit. Scratch that, he couldn’t even cook shit. He’s linguini from ratatouille when he was throwing a bunch of shit in the soup.

18+ Head-cannons (MINORS DNI! BEGONE!!)

3

2

1

I warned you

~~~

You can not sit there and tell me he’s not a missionary guy. He is, he also like you on top.

Consent King Steve

If Stranger Things took place in modern times, he’d for sure be the guy that pulls his phone out to play Clash of Clans after rearranging your insides.

You’ve definitely tango’d in the BMW

Doesn’t strike me as the type to tie you up, wants to feel your hands on him 😏

Girthy king 👑

We all know he’d moan if you pulled his hair handle.

Hates being teased but lOvEs teasing you #hypocrite

The type of guy to finish and then start round two when he sees you put his shirt on.

We all know how he feels about boobs.

Definitely into thigh riding. It’s over for you once you say you like his thighs. (He’d definitely look at you and pat his lap 😩🙈)

We love a whimpering man (don’t look at me like that you know he does)

The type of man to just smirk if you suggest it’s small.

Extra: Billy’s the type of guy to fill you up and then go to McDonald’s for 40 nuggets- just for him.

Extra: Eddie definitely comes home, lays on your chest, and talks to your boobs his girls.

#steve x reader #steve harrington icons #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington is a mom #steve x y/n #steve x eddie #billy x steve #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #eddie my beloved #eddissy #eddie x you #eddie stranger things #billy x eddie #eddie’s guitar #eddie x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington is babygirl #steve harrington is hot #steve harrington is a princess #steve harringtons banana #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #billy hargrove headcanon #steve harrington headcanon #steve headcanons #headcanon #steve harrington is the love of my life

[byima]

December prompts day 1

Ice skating

Dec 1st, 2030

Charlie is already up when he gets home.

Honestly, that should have been his first clue.

But he’s somewhat on autopilot that morning, and mostly glad he didn’t miss his stop on the train ride home. Even gladder that he hadn’t driven to work for that shift, because surely he would have fallen asleep at the wheel commuting on this dim Sunday morning.

He isn’t fazed when he hears someone banging around the kitchen when he walks through the front door at 6:40AM. Doesn’t bat an eye when he sees Charlie toasting Eggo waffles as he follows his usual path; keys on the entry table, dirty travel cup by the sink, upstairs to drop his bag in the bedroom. He answers her chipper “Good morning Daddy,” with an equally affectionate, “Mornin’ Charlie-girl.”

Annabeth is still asleep, leg hitched up to form a protective C around their son, whose knee is bent up to the ceiling, arm flung to the side, body mostly uncovered, and belly rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.

He figures he’ll join them, so he moves quietly, peeling off his outer jacket, toeing off his shoes, the hairs on his arms prickling at the temperature change and sheer goodness of the thought of crawling under the warm blue covers behind his warm blonde wife.

He’s just draped his jacket over the cushioned chair in the bedroom nook when he hears Charlie call him loudly from downstairs.

“Daddy!”

Annabeth stirs.

Charlie calls him again, but this time she’s closer, slipping through the open door before he can go to her. He hears a tired mumble from his wife and shakes his head.

“Daddy.” She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her front to his.

“Charlie.” He cups her small shoulders with both hands. Annabeth is awake now, turning onto her other side to watch them. Chase stirs now.

“We’re gonna go ice skating.”

He only raises his eyebrows.

“We’re gonna go to the one where Nonnie’s birthday was at.”

“Right now?” He asks. He turns his head to look at Annabeth, who’s getting out from under the covers shaking her head. Chase is pretty much awake now, and nods when his mom asks if he needs to go potty. She helps him down from the bed.

Percy is wrestling the disappointment of the morning cuddle that never was when he looks back down at Charlie. “Is that why you’re up so early?”

“You’re too loud, Char,” Lena sleepily admonishes her sister as she trails into her parent’s bedroom.

Charlie ignores her sister. “Mommy said we could get there early so it’s not as crowded.” The ten-year-old detaches from her dad to scramble onto the bed by the pillows.

Percy sits near the foot of the mattress and Lena follows him without hesitation, climbing into the space at his left.

“How ya feelin’ Lean-Bean?”

“Gonna wear my pink tights because it’s gonna be really cold and I don’t want my butt to freeze off.” She yawns, then leans in close to his side.

“My neither.” He wraps his arm around her, patting her thigh affectionately. She burrows even closer, like she’s trying to fill the space between his ribs. “Maybe I need some pink tights.”

She nods, he feels her head bobbing up and down against his side. “Charlie said she’s gonna skate really fast but I don’t wanna go fast in the beginning. Only when I get more used to skating.”

“Mommy and I will skate fast and you can go slow like a baby with Chase and Daddy.” Charlie is playing with the lattice stitching on one of the throw pillows and only partially paying Lena mind. Percy sighs internally, he’s not mentally ready for a day of the girls antagonizing each other. On ice.

“We’re gonna need to do better than Eggos this morning then,” Percy decides. “What do we want for breakfast?”

“We got chicken nuggets last night because we went to McDonald’s because Mommy almost got into a car accident,” Lena whispers, chewing on the fraying sleeve of her pajamas.

Percy’s eyes go wide. Lena looks back at him and opens her mouth like she’s going to add something else, but she doesn’t. Her head turns and whatever she was going to say dies in her throat with twenty other details that she wants to share with her dad because Charlie hisses her name accusingly.

“Lena–”

“What?”

“You’re such a blabbermouth–”

“No I’m not–”

“You weren’t supposed to say anything–”

“I didn’t say anything–”

“Yes you did you said–” 

Percy interrupts. “Okay. Okay. Enough.” They continue to bicker and he raises his voice. “Enough.”

The girls go quiet. Lena drops down from the kneel she’s lifted into in order to confront her sister.

“What is this about a car accident?” Percy asks.

Annabeth opens the bathroom door. All eyes go to her. When she realizes she’s the subject of three keen gazes, her eyebrows go up and she asks, “What?” Chase runs from her legs and Percy helps him into the empty spot on his right side.

“Lena blabbed.”

Lena protests, “No…” And now she looks near tears.

Percy smooths the tangled dirty blonde hair on her head. “Lena, it’s okay. We’re all having a talk.” He eyes his eldest daughter. “Right, Charlie?” She makes a stink face. “A conversation.”

She finally nods, but still adds, “We weren’t supposed to say anything.”

Annabeth went back into the bathroom.

Chase has picked up Annabeth’s phone from the nightstand and now hands it to his dad to unlock.

Percy is feeling simultaneously over and under informed and he can’t bring himself to think about children and screen time before he passes the unlocked phone to the three-year-old and pushes from the bed to follow his wife into the bathroom. He turns back to Charlie and Lena, yanking both of them by the ankle until they’re grabbing at the bedsheets and screaming for him to stop. He lets them go and they scramble from the edge of the bed. “Stop fighting or I’m gonna sit on you.”

They nod together, united against one common foe. 

He walks through the bathroom door and finds Annabeth standing at the sink, brushing her teeth.

“What happened?”

She looks at him in the mirror, scrubbing her tongue unhurriedly. She ducks her head to spit.

“Good morning to you too.” Her tone is dry. “How was your shift?”

He pushes off of the door and wraps his arms around her shoulders from behind. “Good morning.” His cheek presses to the side of her head.

“We’re going ice skating today," he begins. "McDonald’s for dinner yesterday, Lena’s wearing her pink tights." He ticks through the morning revelations like items on a grocery list. “And you guys were in an accident?” He says the last part softly, voice cracking at the end.

“Almost in an accident,” she amends in a murmur.

He remains quiet, and after a moment she curls her hands around the forearm pressed tight against her heart and explains what happened. The car that didn’t stop. Breaking so, so hard in the middle of a left turn. Swerving to the right so the car behind doesn’t rear-end them.

He listens, emphasizes how glad he is that they’re okay, presses his mouth to her temple. Silence falls between them and he adds, “Don’t dwell on it."

“I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“I bet.” He squeezes her reassuringly. “It’s a terrible thing to think about, all the ‘what ifs’.” He presses a kiss to her temple again and reiterates. “Don’t dwell on it.”

“I took them to McDonald’s because it was right there and I was too shaken up to drive.”

He nods and offers, “At least it wasn’t a Denny’s.”

She makes a disgusted noise, “I hate Denny’s.”

She turns in his arms, “And the ice skating is because I needed them to think about something else.” She tips back to look him head on and explains, “Charlie wouldn’t stop talking about it and Chase and Lena seemed pretty scared.”

“So ice skating was part of the gag order?” His tone is teasing.

“There was no gag order. Only a promise to let me say something first.”

“Too bad Lena is… Lena,” he says with a grin.

“And I needed us to do something together, as a family,” she adds. “Something fun and memorable for the holidays. Especially after that.”

“Yeah.” He nods.

“You should bring your camera.”

He nods again in agreement. She looks into his eyes, head tilting to the side as she tries to figure out his mood. 

He knocks his forehead against hers and admits, “I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight.”

Her laugh is quiet and understanding. “Hypocrite.” He joins her in laughter. “Don’t dwell on it,” she imitates his low voice.

“You traumatized me,” he accuses.

“If I’m traumatized, you better be traumatized.” She lets him go with one more lasting squeeze, heading for the bedroom door and the other three chambers of her heart behind it.

“Me and you,” he calls out. She looks back to see him tip his chin to her in a show of camaraderie. “Trauma bonded since ‘05.”

Her head falls back as she laughs.

#december prompts challenge #mypjofic #percabeth #percy and annabeth #percababies #percy jackon and the olympians

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

I'm Sorry

A/N: Okay, so I was watching Civil War the other day and thus this was born. This also isn't finished yet and it's JUST a preview.

Enjoy!

Also, this isn't PROOFED yet. All mistakes are on me.

**

You woke suddenly, and went to turn on the lights in the room. You then turned next to you, thinking that Steve would be there, but he wasn’t. Your heart sank and you placed your hand against his cold empty pillow. Each time you looked, it always breaks your heart.

You fought for him, to stay, and for your growing family. But he didn’t listen and wanted you to come with him. You couldn’t, because you had baby that’s due anytime. You placed your hand onto your now 8 and half months baby girl. Sighing, you got up and headed to the kitchen in your apartment at the compound. Turning on the lights, you yawned and went to look in the fridge.

But as you looked into the fridge, there wasn’t anything you wanted. What you really wanted was something salty. Like McDonald’s French Fries, Strawberry Milk Shake and Double Cheeseburger. You closed the fridge and laughed at the thought of Steve. He would never allow you to go out this late, in which it was 1:30 in the morning.

Friday?

Yes Mrs. Rogers?

Is Natasha awake

Yes, would you like me to call her for you?

Yes please.

You heard the phone ring a few times, then a few eff bombs, in which made you laugh.

Y/N: Did I wake you?

Nat: No, just sitting around. Is everything okay?

Y/N: I’m fine. But I have-uh-an craving.

You heard her giggle and you had to laugh.

Nat: Really and you need a ride?

Y/N: Yes, I want McDonald’s.

Nat: Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes.

You changed, and just placed a sweater over, with some socks, and slippers.

**

Romania

A cool breezy evening, and Steve sat outside his tiny apartment, with Bucky and Sam. In his hands was a burner phone, with only one phone number. He hasn’t or heard your voice in over 8 and half months. With each time he thought about it, it always breaks his heart. They way it ended, and the look on your face. The ring on his left hand was a constant reminder of a vow that he had broken.

[phantomcrocs]

ROTTMNT Headcanons:

(Them reacting to you working in fast food.)

Leo: (you work at Taco Bell)

- he would show up almost every day.

- as soon as he found out you work there, he makes sure to show his handsome face at least once a day.

- he will walk in and order the hardest food for you to make, just so he can stand there and stare at you longer.

- he would def embarrass you.

- “HEY GUYS! THIS MY GIRLFRIEND! IM SO PROUD SHE FINALLY GOT OFF HER CANDY ASS AND GOT A JOB!”

- your coworkers know him and try to warn you when they see him come in.

- would whine and beg for free baja blasts.

- lowkey takes pictures of you without you knowing.

Raph: (you work at Burger King)

- he would probably only show up like twice a week.

- he would only show up to check on you and make sure you are doing okay.

- orders something simple so that you get a break from the long orders.

- he would def come on your lunch break so you guys could hang out and talk.

- your coworkers don’t really pay attention to him but they know he’s your boyfriend.

- he would bring you stuff like water/ibuprofen and food for your lunch.

- “how is my favorite person? I brought you some Chinese food!”

Donnie: (you work at Subway)

- he probably wouldn’t show up unless you asked him to.

- he knows how embarrassing it is so he just wouldn’t want to embarrass you like that.

- if you ask him to come then he would order himself a sandwich but he would ask for EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMN VEGETABLE, Just to make ur life harder.

- he would def get two cookies and walk around to the side of the cash register so you guys could eat them and talk to each other when it wasn’t busy.

- he would help you and ur coworker clean up at night.

- ur coworkers probably wouldn’t see him (except for the night shift workers) but when they do they appreciate his help.

- he would say flirty stuff to you while your working, just to make you embarrassed/flustered.

- he honestly would spend most of the time on his phone watching videos or texting.

Micheal: (you work at McDonalds)

- he would show up all the time.

- more than once a day.

- baby does not want to be without you for more than 5 minutes.

- Raph would probably try to stop him but Mikey would show up at least 3 times a day.

- on ur lunch break, when you first get there, and when you’re about to leave.

- he would walk you home/ride with you to “make sure you get home safe”.

- he would def beg for ice cream or milkshakes.

- on your lunch breaks he would bring you food that he made.

- since Mikey is there so much he is most likely to catch a Karen/Kevin and he would go off on them.

- dr.delicate touch would probably go to jail bc he would not hesitate to beat a bitch up.

- your coworkers know him very well since he is there so much and they are fine with it since he is super nice to them.

- “ohmigosh! You got me a shamrock shake!? I love these!”

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #headcanon

[spiked-mall-goth]

ummmmm guys. i have had a day let me tell you. super long diary like entry lol

i had to get up early to go see my papa and help him move some furniture, and although i was running on a total of 2 1/2 hours of sleep i was excited. he lives out in the city and its about an hour and a half drive but the highway is completely surrounded by trees so that was a fun ride. listened to lots of music and talked about barbies with my dad. we counted 21 total yard sales on the trip.

got home and ate lunch after unloading some beds. my papa wanted some old twin beds out of his house so we took them home. i have a new mattress now!! which hopefully means far less daily back pain!!

after lunch we decided to go to a few of the yard sales we passed by. and let me tell you i got a HAUL. i got a pair of really nice pajama pants that have little skulls on them, then at the next one they had SO MUCH STUFF!!! like guys.. i got a sweater for 25 cents.. GUYS. i got a little black sweater, a flowy black summer top, a fucking black velvet CAPELET, and the most gorgeous black 80s prom dress; although sadly it does not zip and needs alterations but its WORTH IT!!! it has really big poof sleeves and a massive flower sash omg guys its AWSOME. at the same place i also got a little fake ivy for my kitchen :D it desperately needed a little life, a big ass puzzle to work on with my brothers, and they had MOUNDS of vhs tapes... for FREE. soooo uh yeah. may or may not have come home with like twenty new tapes. oh yeah did i metion that i only paid like a total of six dollars so far?? i made out like a Bandit. final yard sale and the woman was like 'uhhhh $1.25.'. so for a $1.25 i got a peanuts drinking glass (i think from mcdonalds..), the entirety of firefly on dvd, and a ceramic angel. normally i do not go for religious imagery in my decor, but. it was like 102F.. i hadnt slept since my two hour night.. i was severely dehydrated.. heat exhaustion was setting in a little bit.. and i dunno, she just called to me. she reminded me of laura palmer.

okay, so i get home and unload all my of goodies, then i start cleaning my room. i have to disassemble my old bed frame and clean under my bed and shit. i already have a pounding headache at this point but i have schedule to keep. beds gotta be moved b4 tmrrw. so i am FIGHTING trying to get the frame apart, i'm all sweaty and gross and i finally get it!! :D i feel some stuff falling over behind me and b4 i can even look up i get whacked right upside my head loony tunes style with a huge metal beam :( i start feeling kinda funny and i vaguely remember talking to my brother who told me to lie down. i pass out cold and hard on the couch for about an hour. vague memories of seeing something in the room with me. not really important i just think you should know.

wake up to my brothers shaking me to make sure i havent DIED. i lived! yayyy!! ate dinner, and then it was time. i have been looking at this online auction for over a week now and it was ending in a matter of minutes. i did when some some stuff! i got the directors cut of JTHM, revenge of the filler rabbit, and some other comic which i cannot remember rn.. but anyways it was 5 bucks! and then i bought a snoopy wallet for a few dollars. although i did miss out on a clear phone.. so sad. but overall i had a very good shopping day today idk why. everything just like fell into my lap at affordable prices... like wow..

after the auction i still had not moved my new bend in (ya know.. bonk on da head) so i fight forever to get it put together. but yippeee!!! its al here! and i was given a new blanket to put on it which is very soft :3

anyways now im here after showing and watching x files for a bit.

if you read all of that.... wow. ily <3. i normally dont like to just like info dump about my irl daily stuff, but today was just so like action packed it was kinda bonkers. anyways i have to go to bed bc i have more stuff going on tmrrw.... and i honestly might just cancel them.. i am TIRED.

#spikes rambles #sorry. loooooooonnnnggg ass post lol #but just so much HAPPENED

[twistsandtwizzles]

First Kiss #3: Turning Onto You

Author's Note: This is the last story I got through before real life so rudely burst my fic-writing bubble. I'm taking a little hiatus from writing fic but will still be around to talk all things skating. (And also I do still have the other prompts and hope to get to them someday!) Thanks for reading and sending in prompts for the challenge!

Prompt: Mariah catches some feelings and makes the first move on a surprised Nathan

She doesn’t tell Nathan about Romain until it’s all over, her ring finger bare and dark circles under her eyes. She rehearsed it on the plane ride back from France, wanting to sound steady and fair, to allow space for Nathan and Romain’s friendship - even if it’s more than her ex deserves at the moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Nathan asks. 

She shrugs. “He’s your friend, you know? I didn’t want to put you in a weird place.”

“Okay, but . . . you’re my friend. It wouldn’t have been weird - I would have been here. You know that, right?”

She does, but it is nice to hear him say it anyway.

A few weeks later, Mariah has to almost physically restrain him from helping her move. It’s sweet, she supposes, but also exasperating.  

“I would never be able to show myself at a rink again if Nathan Chen pulled a muscle trying to lift my couch,” she tells him. “I’m hiring movers, we’ve got it handled.”

Of course, he shows up anyway, with McDonalds for her and pizza for the movers. She thanks him and then shuts herself in the bathroom and cries, touched by his thoughtfulness and infinitely grateful not to have to go through the day alone.

That night, standing in her new living room surrounded by boxes, she tells him that she hadn’t realized just how much she needed this fresh start, a home where she won’t picture Romain at every turn. He slings an arm around her shoulder and says that he thinks the place feels like her.

Nathan doesn’t push her to go back to the rink, but the delighted smile he gives her when she walks back in after nearly a month immediately calms her nerves. He sticks close to her that day - she’s guessing he wasn’t intending to spend the session just working on spins and footwork - and she’s grateful for his calm presence as she gets her feet back under her.

There had been a small part of her worried that their friendship wouldn’t be able to bridge the gap that Romain had left, despite Nathan’s assurances; she had wondered if Romain had been right when he joked that he was the glue that held them all together. She’s relieved to find that this, at least, is one thing she did not need to worry about. That she and Nathan are the same as they have always been.

Except, if she’s being honest, that is not exactly true.

She first realizes it as they are settling in for one of their semi-regular movie nights. He is absently scratching Nala’s head with one hand and clicking through the titles on the screen with the other, one dark curl falling across his forehead, brow furrowed in concentration. 

She is unprepared for the warmth that suddenly fills her chest as she watches him.

He senses her staring, looks over at her. “What?”

She blinks, shakes her head. “Nothing. Find the movie already, gosh.”

“You’re just going to fall asleep anyway,” he mutters. “Not sure what the rush is.”

She tosses a throw pillow at him, and he laughs, and her traitorous stomach explodes in butterflies. She sinks back into her corner of the couch. 

Well, shit.

—

For a while, she tells herself that she is imagining things. That she and Nathan are friends, have always been just friends, and she is getting contentment confused with something else. She certainly does not have a crush on Nathan, of all people. 

And her heart doesn’t occasionally skip a beat when he shoots her a half-smile after Raf says something that they’ll make fun of him for later, and she never finds herself lingering in their goodbye hugs just a bit longer than she used to. Never fights the urge to call him just to hear his voice.

Really.

They are chatting on the bench as he changes out of his skates. Nathan’s frustrated with his lutz, annoyed with Raf, and she’s relieved that she’s able to coax a laugh out of him before he takes off for the day. She steps onto the ice, still smiling a little, and finds Adam watching her.

“Oh my god,” he says. “Well, this is an exciting twist.”

“What?” She busies herself with some arm circles, already feeling the color creeping into her cheeks.

Adam leans forward and whispers conspiratorially, “You and Nathan. You like him.”

“Stop,” she says, trying to keep her voice even. “I do not.” 

“Oh my god,” he says again. “You’re blushing! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. When did this start? This is great for you. I’ve told you a hundred times, you’ve gotta get under someone to get over someone.”

She smacks him on the shoulder. “No one is getting under anyone, because nothing is going on.”

“Well why not? The poor guy’s been in love with you since he was a teenager. Throw him a bone.”

“He has not,” Mariah says reflexively. “Don’t be silly.”

Adam is suddenly serious. “Mariah. You have to know that Nathan is crazy about you, right? If there’s something there, why don’t you say something?”

She tilts her head back and stares at the rink ceiling for a moment. “Okay,” she sighs. “Let’s say I have been having some . . . feelings.” 

Adam nods. “Which I have said, because it’s true.”

“If - that’s if - it is true, there’s too much on the line to do anything about it. I need to have a decent Grand Prix to have a shot at the Olympics, and I already got a late start to training this year because of my messed up personal life. And you know what this season means for Nathan. If I said or did something and screwed things up, for either of us, I’d never forgive myself.”

“So your plan is what, exactly?”

“Basically just ignore it until it goes away?” 

Adam lets out a long suffering sigh. “And force me to watch you two idiots flirt and pine everyday for months? This is a terrible plan.”

“Asking you to coach me was a terrible plan,” she grumbles.

He laughs. “Girl, I am doing you a favor and you know it. Now let’s get to work.”

She rolls her eyes and skates toward center ice. Adam shouts after her, “For the record, I actually think it would help! You’re both wound so tight you’re going to pop!”

She holds up her middle finger as she waits for her music to start.

—-

Adam is right, though she’ll never tell him that. Ignoring her feelings is not a viable strategy. So more out of self preservation than anything else, she starts to steer clear of situations where it is just the two of them. And since Nathan is juggling about a hundred Olympic promo shoots and interviews with his training anyway, she’s fairly certain that he hasn’t even noticed.

She’s on her way out of the rink when she hears him call her name. His voice echoes a bit in the empty hallway. “Mariah, hang on a minute.”

He’s jogging to catch up with her, still in his skates and guards. She turns, waits for him to reach her. “What’s up?”

“Um.” He seems suddenly uncertain. “You’ve just . . . rushed out the last few days, so I wanted to check in. Are things okay?”

“Oh.” She adjusts the bag on her shoulder, doesn’t meet his eyes. “I’m fine. I just have -“

“Plans,” he finishes for her. “Yeah.” He shifts his weight a bit uneasily, adds, “It feels like it’s been awhile since we hung out.”

“I know,” she says. As always, he’s more observant than she gives him credit for. She reaches up and gives him a soft squeeze on the shoulder. “Movie night soon, okay?”

He nods, and she turns to leave. 

”Do you have a date?” he asks suddenly.

She laughs, surprised. “What? No.”

He looks sheepish. “You’ve just had lots of plans lately and you haven’t really said what they were, and I thought maybe - nevermind.”

Something stirs in her chest, and she can’t stop herself from asking, “What if I did have a date?”

“Then you’d be going on a date, I guess,” he says. “I don’t know. Whatever.” 

“Whatever,” she repeats, suddenly annoyed. “Okay, sure. So if it would just be whatever, why did you even ask?” 

“I don’t know. I wish I hadn’t, now.” He runs a hand through his hair, lets out a frustrated breath. “I should get back to practice.”

But she is unwilling to let this go. “So if I was seeing someone, it wouldn’t bother you at all?”

“No! I mean, I don’t know.”

“Stop saying you don’t know!” The volume at which she says those words takes them both aback. She takes a deep breath and looks down at her shoes. This is ridiculous. She’s acting like a teenager.

“I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s not that.” 

“What, then? I feel like I’m missing something, here, Mariah, and it sucks. You’ve been avoiding me, and I miss you, and -”

She kisses him. 

It’s not perfect. She’s failed to correctly factor in the extra height that his skates give him, so her angle is a bit off. And she still has her stupid bag on her shoulder, which swings into his side as she leans into him. But it takes him just a moment to recover from his surprise, his hands circling her waist and lifting her the fraction of an inch needed for him to deepen the kiss, and then she can’t remember why she was fighting so hard to not let this happen.

He pulls away first, looking a bit dazed. For a moment they are both speechless.

“So here’s the thing,” she says. “I have wanted to do that for weeks.”

His lips quirk upward. “So you don’t want to plead temporary insanity and run away?”

She shakes her head. “But I know the timing is terrible, so if you would prefer that we just pretended that it never happened, I’d understand.”

He tips her chin up with a finger and presses his lips to hers. The kiss is gentle but sure, and she can feel them crossing a bridge to something new. 

Eventually, they will talk. He will confess the years that he spent dreaming of her one night when he thinks she is already asleep; she will tell him that she loves him as they drive to the rink on an otherwise unremarkable December morning. They will laugh and they will fight and they will skate and they will figure this out, their new normal.

Today, though, he just smiles and says, “I really do have to get back. Raf is going to be so pissed.”

He gives her one more quick kiss and heads back down the hallway. He turns and calls, “Hey, you don’t really have plans tonight, do you?”

“I better have some now!” she yells back, laughing. 

He grins. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

#first kiss challenge #fic #chenbell #nathan x mariah

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 9: "Oh, that's awkward"

Ransom. 

2000.

I was laying in my bed. I couldn’t sleep and the sheets were all spread over my bed. I screamed into my pillow. I just want to sleep, I thought. I was way too overwhelmed to calm down. I just decided to get out of bed. I missed the quiet of my home. 

In this mansion, I couldn’t find the peace I was looking for. My home was small and cozy. I lived there with Jack. It was just us two and I always felt like a queen when I was with him. He’d place small kisses on my head or give me the tightest hugs. I missed him. For a year I hoped that something would come along and help me get back home. But it didn’t. Nothing was ever going to be the same. 

Before I could burst into tears I tried to shake it off and just go for a walk. I looked for shoes to put on and soon found a jacket. I put them on and walked out of the room. My chest felt so heavy but there was no place to go. Everything was different but the same. 

I made my way down the hall, straight to the elevator. As I pushed the button, Tony appeared out of nowhere. “Where are you going?” I jumped up. “Jesus” my hand moved to my chest. “I couldn’t sleep” I sighed. “I’m just going for a walk” the lights turned on. 

I squinted my eyes at the change of light. “Alone?” he asked. He grinned when he asked that. It felt like I got caught. In some way I was.  I Didn’t answer him. Tony grabbed his keys “let’s go, I’m not letting you go out alone” I shifted uncomfortably. There goes my peace and quiet, I thought. “I can take care of myself,,” I said. Tony smiled. “I know” he grinned. “I can’t sleep either, we can go grab something to eat” He was trying. “Okay” I gave in. My voice was soft. 

Tony grabbed a jacket as we finally made our way to his car. The car ride started of silently. Tony was constantly tapping on his steering wheel. “Speak or forever hold your peace” I spit. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” he asked. “I kept thinking about home,” I said, my voice soft. That heavy feeling in my chest returned. “Oh, i’m sorry” Tony’s voice laced with guilt. “It’s not your fault,” I said. “I know, it’s for my father, for what he did” I bit the inside of my cheek. 

“I don’t know what to say about that” I admitted. “I don’t expect you to say anything he just talked alot about you, he never stopped looking for you” I looked away, wiping away my tears. “I’m sorry” he apologised again. He placed his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. 

We finally got to a McDonalds. “What do you want?” Tony asked. “Milkshake” I simply answered. I wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t exactly how I pictured to spend my evening….

2012.

“It’s up to you if you want to get back in there,” Tony said. I thought about it for a minute. I smiled. “I think I’ll be fine” my voice filled with relief. “I’m the one who’s in control” I reassured myself. Steve and Tony looked at me with proud looks on their faces. I smiled again. I felt somewhat reborn. 

Soon I was standing in the room I stayed in 12 years ago. Everything was the way I left it. Steve walked in behind me with all of the stuff he brought with him hours ago. “What time it is?” I asked. J.A.R.V.I.S answered. “12 A.M.” only 5 hours had passed. “This feels like an eternity” I sighed. I fell on the bed. Steve laughed. “I’m sure it’s alright,” he said sitting down next to me. 

“Now you try going through your trauma and discover you have fire-scorching powers all in 5 hours,” I remarked. Steve scratched the back of his head. “I can’t catch a break, like ever” Steve laughed. “I know that feeling” he laid down next to me. “Maybe there’s a reason why we’re here,” Steve said. I sat up, shocked by what he just said. 

Steve looked down with a smile. “It’s just without you I would’ve probably lost my mind already” I shook my head with a laugh. “I am not laughing, Ransom,” he said in a serious tone. My shoulders fell. I instantly felt guilty. “Oh,” I had trouble finding my words. “I cannot be all that” I simply said. I was confused by what I just said. It didn’t make any sense. 

Steve laughed. “No, but you keep me sane” I just nodded. I hugged him. Pulling him tight to me. I looked up and met his eyes. Now I noticed how tired he was. I felt instantly guilty again. “God, please go sleep” he laughed again. “I’ll be joining you shortly” I smiled and finally got ready for bed. 

Not much later, he joined me. He was only wearing sweatpants. “Did I say how good you look, already?” He waved it away. “Oh, thank you” he kissed my cheek. “What a day” I sighed. “Yeah, I know” Steve pulled me closer to him. “It’s soo stupid, we build that cage for nothing” Steve chuckled. “I’m glad you don’t need it anymore” I bit the inside of my cheek. Steve noticed immediately. “Don’t break it off just yet, anything can happen”  I said. 

“Positive thoughts,” Steve said. “Mmm,” I hummed. “There’s so much I still don’t know” I confessed. I just wanted to know where I came from and who I truly am. I couldn’t do it like this. This was way beyond my pay grade, beyond mine. “Go sleep and we’ll dig further tomorrow” I nodded and finally laid my head on my pillow. I fell asleep almost immediately. I was soo exhausted.

The next morning I woke up around 6 AM. Steve was still snoring next to me. He was lying on my chest holding me tight. Damn. I wiggled my way out of his grip. 

I went to my closet and grabbed some jeans and a sweater. With my high-top shoes. I put on the clothes and ran out while I was putting my hair in a ponytail. I ran up to the elevator and made my way through the lobby. I sighed as I got outside without anyone seeing me. I walked to my car and got in. I drove off as soon as I got the car to start. I had no idea where I was driving. I needed answers....

I was driving for hours when I found myself crossing over to Arizona. As I kept driving, I slowly started figuring out where I was going I figured out that my answers were laying in Washington. Or at least some of them. I felt guilty for doing this to Steve and Tony. But I had to, they couldn’t help. 

Steve. 

I woke up around 8 AM. I went to reach for Ransom but she wasn’t there. Instantly I felt awake and sat up in bed. “Ransom?” I yelled, hoping she’d come out of the bathroom. When I got no answer I got up. At first, I thought she was downstairs having breakfast. I picked up a shirt and went downstairs. 

Tony was sitting in the kitchen drinking some coffee. “Good morning, sleeping beauty” Tony Joked. I wasn’t in the mood for this. “Did you see Ransom?” Tony frowned. “No, I thought she was with you”  he sat his mug down. “Maybe she’s in the lab” I ran down to the lab. I was pacing. No answer. 

Tony stood behind me. “Don’t worry maybe she’s out getting fresh air”  he tried reassuring me. “Call her”  he’s right. It’s something she would do. “Can I borrow your phone?” I asked sheepishly. Tony rolled his eyes and gave his phone. He had already dialed her number. I gave him a look. “Don’t look at me like that I’ve had her on speed dial since 1999” he remarked. 

The phone went over and over but she didn’t pick up. It went to voicemail. “Damn it” I cursed. “I think she took her car her keys aren’t here” I groaned in frustration. Tony sat down as he pulled up a screen. “She’s looking for answers” He simply said. As I looked something red pinged on the screen. “What’s that?” I plopped down next to him. Bewildered. “It’s the GPS in her car” I looked at him. I felt like we were intruding. “She’s halfway to Arizona right now” Tony simply said. 

He didn’t seem worried at all. I was trying to piece everything together. But I was struggling. “She’s going to Washington D.C.” I looked at Tony with nothing but confusion. “Give me a minute” Tony gave J.A.R.V.I.S some commands. What Jarvis pulled up, made me fall in my seat. “Peggy” I whispered. “That’s awkward,” Tony said. “I-” I was lost for words. I didn’t know she was still alive. “Makes sense why she would go there” Tony pulled me out of my ongoing thoughts. He stood up “Maybe, we should let her be, she’ll call if she needs us” I looked away for a minute. 

“Trust her” Tony reassured me again. He was right. I should trust her. “Can I just call her again?” Tony rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you’re pushing it,” Tony said agitatedly. “It’s the last time I promise.” He sighed and gave me his phone. 

I called her number. It rang. My heart was pounding. She picked up. “Ransom?” it was quiet for a second. “Steve” her voice was soft. “Are you okay?” I heard some shuffling on the other side. “I am, I’m sorry” I could hear the guilt drip from her voice. “I know it’s okay,” I said with a soft smile. “Where are you going?” Ransom laughed. “You know where I’m going, there’s a GPS in my car,” she remarked. 

I laughed. “I’m sorry” I knew she shook her head. “I need some answers, only she has them. The motor of the car stopped. “Do you need any money?” Tony yelled. “I have your card, I’m good” Tony’s eyes widened. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. As he didn’t find his card, started laughing. “Be careful on that plane” Tony said. 

“I will,” she said. “We’ll talk when you get back” “I’ll see you in a couple of days,” she said. “Bye” and with that, she hung up the phone. 

Next Part

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[ejzah]

Hi! I LOVE your stories! I have a story prompt for you, in case you're interested. I haven't really found any good fics for the end of A Land of Wolves.

Any thoughts on what happened from when Deeks and Kensi reunited in the woods to when they got into bed at home? The chopper ride, the hospital, Deeks convincing the doctor to let Kensi go home, or him caring for her at home? ☺️

A/N: I wrote several fics related to this episode, including a couple post-eps if I’m not mistaken. So, this might bear some resemblance to those.

***

The Ninja Rests

He hates seeing her in pain. It’s definitely not the worst injury Kensi’s experienced in the field, but the thought of her being chased down by the fake militia group, fighting tooth and nail for her and Rosa’s life makes him shiver. Deeks just wants to hold her, but that will have to wait until her bullet wound and other injuries are seen to.

Deeks glances at Kensi where she’s curled up on a exam table, crinkly paper scrunched beneath her as she rests her head on the poor excuse for a pillow. There’s blood staining all of her clothing along with days worth of dirt and grime. He shivers again.

The medics on the helicopter had patched her up as best they could on the ride back over the boarder, but Kensi still needs stitches, x-rays, and treatment for the plethora of abrasions and cuts covering any visible skin.

As he watches, she shifts on the bed, grimacing.

“Baby, are you ok? Do you need something? Water, maybe I can grab a nurse and get some pain meds,” Deeks offers, dying to do anything for her.

“I would kill for a cheeseburger right now,” Kensi answers softly. Turning her head just enough to see him, she offers a weak smile. “I’m starving.”

“You mean there weren’t any McDonald’s in the middle of the desert?” he teases, knowing that Kensi doesn’t need his anxieties and fear piled on her right now.

“Not even F-rated Chinese.”

“Well, when we’re done here, I promise to buy you all the burgers, fries, and shakes your heart desires.” Kensi grins at that.

“Sounds amazing.” She’s silent for a moment, then shifts onto her back, her expression turning pensive. “Do you see where they took Rosa? I tried to keep contact with her, but I lost track of her after we got here.”

“She’s in surgery right now,” Deeks tells her. “She’s in good hands.”

“Good. I can’t even think about what would have happened if I hadn’t been there,” she murmurs, voice catching a little. “They killed everyone else in seconds. If I’d been any slower or hadn’t—” her face crumples a little as she breaks off, the weight of it all hitting her, tears welling in her eyes.

“Oh baby, come here.” He reaches for her and Kensi lurches into his arms, burying her head in his neck. “You did amazing out there. Don’t think about what might have happened, because you were there and you fought tooth and nail to save her. You were her hero, you crazy ninja assassin.” He smooths his hand over her hair, as much for her comfort as his own.

Chuckling wetly, Kensi wriggled her good arm free to brush her thumb across his cheek.

“I was pretty awesome.” Her body is slowly relaxing bit by bit. “Did I tell you I broke a window with my head and pulled out the pieces with my teeth?” she asks casually.

“Wait, you what—Baby, that is so not the thing to say two hours after you were just rescued from a self-made militia group,” Deeks says, horrified as he gently cups her jaw. “Did you cut yourself?”

“No, I was very careful. But even if I wasn’t, it’s much better than the alternative.”

“Oh my god, you’re insane and amazing as always, but please never leave the country without me again.”

“Deal,” Kensi whispers. “Thank you for coming and rescuing us,” she adds.

“Yeah, like you needed it,” Deeks says. Horrifying as the thought is, he’s almost certain Kensi would have found a way to save herself and Rosa in the end.

“We were stuck, Deeks, and you swooped in and saved us.” Her eyelids flutter a little bit, exhaustion taking over now, and she sighs again. “Promise me you’ll never stop saving me. Even when I do crazy, dangerous things.”

“Never,” Deeks promises easily.

“Mm. And that you won’t let them keep me overnight.” Kensi makes a sleepy sound. “I hate hospital food and the beds are too hard.” Despite everything, Deeks finds himself smiling at Kensi’s sleep-induced silliness. He runs his hand through her hair again, ending at her mid-back

“I’ll break you out if I have to.”

“Best husband ever,” she murmurs right before she succumbs to sleep.

***

A/N: Yes, this does mirror the final scene, but I liked the idea of them having a little bit more emotional discussion. Of course, with a touch of lightness as well. Plus, I imagine Kensi would be extremely tired.

Thanks for the prompt and your support!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Kensi whump #protective and concerned Deeks #light angst #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

[wildwomanspirituality]

#successstory

Yesterday we went out for a ride with friends. On the way back I thought it would feel so great to have a milkshake now. But I couldn't bother cos we were in the middle of nothing. But then like 10 minutes later my friend pulled off by a McDonald's and they ordered food, but I couldn't bother to ask them to get a shake for me cos I didn't have my credit card, so I just didn't care. But then one of them asked me if I don't want anything, not even a milkshake? He's treating me. So I got my milkshake immediately for free. How amazing is that

#law of assumption #loa #manifesting #create your reality #manifest #create your life #Success story

[mother-atiny]

Falling For Her | Kang Yeosang

Genre - Fluff, Comedy

Warnings - Nothing, other than Yeosang being absolutely ethereal in that pic.

Word Count - 1.2k

Yeosang, your best friend, and you were hanging out at the house as you usually did on Saturday mornings. Your mom and dad were away, so it was just the two of you.

"What would you like for breakfast?" You asked, pulling out a cereal box from the cupboard and throwing it at him.

Yeosang furrowed his brows, holding the box away from him as if it had contracted a disease or something. You looked over at him before reaching for the bowls, he hadn't responded so you wanted to make sure he was actually listening, but when you looked at him, all you could see was that he was being picky again. 

"Well, what were you wanting for breakfast?"

You really didn't want to cook this morning and the idea of actually having to mix something made you want to flop back into bed with a bag of crisps. But no one could really blame you, everyone had their eyes where the thought of exerting yourself made you wanna cry. 

Yeosang gave you an evil smile, "Chicken?"

You rolled your eyes, climbing down from the counter. "Fine, but you're paying". 

Stepping down completely, you slipped on a pair of slippers in the doorway and grabbed your sweatshirt, which by the way looked beautiful paired with a pair of Spongebob shorts you had owned since the 8th grade. 

After grabbing his sweatshirt and the keys off the counter, Yeosang ran to the car, practically hopping inside. Only Yeosang, you thought, could get that excited over the thought of chicken this early in the morning. 

 You quickly followed after him, locking the door behind you with a spare key that had been hidden under the "welcome" mat for ages. Once you got to the car, you shooed him out of the driver's seat.  

"Why can't I drive?", He whined, walking over to the other side.

You rolled your eyes as you took the keys out of his hands, "Yeo, not a chance. I don't want to have to explain to my parents that you almost killed us because you were being an idiot". 

Yeosang shot you a glare, "it was ONE time". 

Finally, Yeosang got into the car and buckled up. You slowly pulled out of the driveway, your fingers tapping on the steering wheel as you waited for a few kids to cross the street. Eventually, the kids moved and you were able to pull completely out, giving them a small wave of approval as you drove down the street. 

"So, where were you wanting to get food?"

"McDonald's."

It wasn't far, but you expected better from the Chicken connoisseur himself. 

You turned to him, disappointment was obviously heavy on your face. "Of all places in Seoul, you choose Mcdonald's?"

Yeosang shrugged, "It sounded good, and they have this new chicken sandwich that I keep seeing on TV. I want to see if it's any good". 

You turned the corner to Mcdonald's, shaking your head. "I expected better from you Kang Yeosang".

After much debate on whether or not to go inside to order, you finally decided to just do the drive-thru. You ordered, paid, then took the food to your house. As you drove, Yeosang fed you french fries, mostly because he wouldn't let you reach into the bag, calling you a thief every time you took one (which wasn't exactly an exaggeration, because your fried potato addiction was getting a bit out of hand at this point).

After you got back to the house, you made a picnic in your room. You weren't very hungry, mainly because Yeosang had fed you so many fries on the ride home, but you still ate your food. Yeosang was unusually quiet when you ate, not saying more than a few sentences every few minutes.

The mood had completely flipped in a matter of minutes. 

"What's the matter?" you asked as you sipped your drink.

Yeosang shook his head as he shoved a handful of fries in his mouth, "Nothing."

Okay, you raised an eyebrow, he never said "nothing", and he always spoke his mind. So something was obviously wrong. 

"Sangie, tell me", you whined, laying yourself across his lap.

Yeosang rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Can I ask you something, Y/n?", 

"Uh of course"

It was a little nerve-racking to face him, as he had never asked you any questions with so much seriousness. 

Yeosang took a deep breath, "Be honest,  do you like Wooyoung?"

After a moment of silence, you started to laugh, which eventually turned into cackling. You were laughing so hard, your stomach hurt and your eyes watered.

"Wooyoung? really?", You laughed.

Yeosang made a confused face, "Is that a yes or no?".

"No Yeosang", You replied, "Why do you care?".

Yeosang blushed and turned his face away from you, he remained silent as he looked at the ground.

"Yeosang", You poked his cheeks, " Do you like me?",

Yeosang looked at you with wide eyes, his face bright red.

"Wha-what, who told you?", He choked out. 

Inside he was a complete nervous wreck, he could even feel his palms begin to sweat as your face cracked into a devilish smirk. 

"No one, I was just seeing if that would make you crack. Which I was right about."

Yeosang blushed again, "I-i, Y/n! Why do you do this to me?"

Totally caught off guard, you kissed Yeosang on the cheek. Dodging the question like a pro. 

"uh, what was that for?", He gulped. Every bit of awkwardness coming out in one sentence. 

"Because I like you too".

Yeosang gulped again, he leaned forward until your lips collided and he kissed you softly. The kiss was sweet and gentle, but really REALLY awkward. 

"Yeosang, now can I tell you something?", you giggled.

Yeosang nodded, "Okay".

You took a sharp breath before you spoke, "That was my first kiss"

" Mine too"

You both blushed profusely, then you heard the front door slam shut.

"Y/n! Yeosang!", Mingi ran up the stairs and opened the door.

You and Yeosang were still sitting on the bed, your face still close to Yeosang's.

Mingi stopped in his tracks, "Oh! Am I interrupting something?", standing awkwardly in the doorway. He already knew what was going on by the crap-eating grin on his face. 

Yeosang glared at Mingi, "You tell anyone and I will personally kill you".

"I- fine", Mingi rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, Hongjoong wanted me to get you."

"Why?", You hopped off the bed and handed Mingi a food bag, "This is yours", you smirked, "IF"...

"If what?"

"IF you tell Hongjoong that Yeosang and I aren't home"

Mingi nodded and took the food as he ran back down the stairs.

You and Yeosang spent the rest of the day watching movies and hanging out at home, Mingi actually followed through with your request, and the boys all thought that you and Yeosang were with your parents on their trip, Mingi came up with that excuse when the boys started to doubt him. But, In the end, you not only spent a lazy but amazing day with your best friend, but you also went to sleep that night with your best friend and now Boyfriend, Yeosang.

#kang yeosang #cuteness #fluffyateez #ateezimagines #yeosangisbeautiful #love