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the secret life of jun | wen junhui

SYNOPSIS. in which jun gets set up on a blind date by his best friend. PAIRING. zoolinguist!wen junhui x gn!reader (ft. minghao, gyu the golden retriever, boo the duckling, and lil mentions of some members as their representative animals. not hybrids.) GENRE. fluff, humour, kinda strangers to lovers, magic-realism au WARNINGS. cursing, jun just being a very cute awkward shy boy :(, my first attempt at something remotely magic/fantasy WORD COUNT. 3k

notes: this is for the caratlibrary secret gift exchange event! and therefore, this gift is for @phenomenalgirl9 who also gifted a fic for me hehe. i hope you enjoy <3 this is also my first time writing something remotely fantasy/magic, so... feedback is welcome! ty to my lovely moots who read this over for me ^^

"Jun! Can you tell your dog to get the fuck off me?" Minghao attempts to shove away the ever-persistent golden retriever pawing and licking at his face, but Jun doesn't seem to hear, seemingly engrossed on something else entirely in the kitchen.

Minghao just groans annoyedly, and just as he's about to call out for his best friend's name again, a thought crosses his mind. A sort-of stupid one that he knows won't work, but he'll try it out anyway.

He brings a hand up, watching the dog follow it with curiosity, and he points to the ground while firmly saying, "Down."

Unfortunately, the dog only tilts his head inquisitively, as if dazed and confused by the action, before relentlessly pouncing on the boy again, and all he could do is surrender himself to the attack of excitement. Right, he thinks, these animals don't exactly understand him normally.

Jun finally emerges from the kitchen after what feels like an eternity, a black cat cuddled gently in his arms, lightly running his fingers through its fur carefully. When he picks his head up, he could only chuckle at the sight in front of him. Minghao only rolls his eyes, shooting a playful glare to his best friend who only seems amused.

"Your dog is a menace," Minghao declares, wiping away the slobber from his face.

"Come on! Gyu just likes you."

"I'm not sure I share the sentiment right now," Minghao replies almost coldly, perhaps even half-jokingly, attempting to regain his composure.

Jun just sighs and sends out a whistle from his lips to get the dog's attention. And with a subtle look from just his eyes, as if sending a silent signal, Gyu hops off the couch and trots over to Jun, letting out a few barks in response.

"He says he doesn't like your attitude today," Jun translates, setting the cat in his hands down on the floor. "but he's forgiven you."

"Gee, thanks," Minghao scoffs and crosses his arms together, still trying to maintain a façade of irritation, though it's quite easy to see right through it.

He watches for some time as Jun crouches down to the dog's level, the two of them communicating in a way he knows he can never understand, but is grown to be amazed by every time. It isn't a secret that he knows that his own best friend can communicate with animals, as strange as that might sound (because... it's true), but it's a fact he's fully accepted.

Jun probably has more animal friends than human friends at this point. He's made friends with the birds at the park, the stray cats that roam the streets, a deer that comes to visit occasionally behind his place, an otter that frequents at a nearby pond, hell even one of the tigers at the zoo𑁋the list goes on.

And not to exactly complain, but he also really wants Jun to find a fucking partner.

Not that it's a bad thing Jun isn't seeing anyone, and it totally isn't the entire reason why Minghao is here right now. He has tried to set Jun up on dates, but the older boy almost always manages to find some excuse or simply doesn't show up, claiming he got caught up in a conversation with a stray cat or a butterfly on the way. Or the date ends up in disaster with a chase down the street of the neighbourhood raccoons stealing food.

But then again, that's Jun for you𑁋unpredictable.

"One more date."

Jun raises his head, and the moment he sees that particular smirk to Minghao's face, he groans.

"No."

"Oh, come on, just one more," Minghao insists. "I promise you'll like them. They're an animal lover."

"Just because they're an animal lover doesn't mean𑁋"

"You're either going to be drinking 'till you're absolutely couch-ridden on new year's because you're single and lonely again, or you could be celebrating with someone special. Your call, dude."

Jun finds his face flushing out of embarrassment, scratching absentmindedly behind Gyu's ears as Minghao's words wash over him. Then his features soften, and he lets out a sigh.

"Fine," he relents. "One more."

Shit, he's screwed. The minute Minghao told him the date would be happening in the middle of the park where he often chatted with the local squirrels and ducks, Jun knew this already wouldn't end well.

He also had quite the love-hate relationship with blind dates𑁋or dates in general, to be honest𑁋and the thought of meeting a stranger made his palms sweat even with the cold threatening through his thick coat (he's convinced that Minghao is pulling anyone out of his ass at this point).

The park is covered with a light blanket of snow, the trees standing tall and glowing with strings of fairy lights against the grey winter sky. Jun shivers in place and adjusts the scarf around his neck, partially from the cold and partially from the impending awkwardness he anticipates.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for being late! The traffic was awful coming here and I got a bit lost..."

The voice is frantic and panicky to Jun's ears akin to his equally panicking heart, who turns around to a figure rushing up to him, covered in layers and letting out misty breaths that appear in the air.

"It's okay," Jun says, voice coming out a bit awkward. He offers a reassuring smile. "I'm, uh... Jun, by the way."

"Y/N," You say, relieved as you finally catch your breath and look up at him with a cute grin. "I'm so sorry for being late. I hope you weren't waiting for too long."

"Oh, not at all. I... just got here as well." It's a bit of a white lie𑁋he was beginning to worry you ditched him, honestly. Jun feels his hands fidget in his pockets nervously, yet he sees the ease that washes over your features at his words, and he relaxes slightly. There's something about the way you carry yourself and the slight blush on your cheeks from the cold that eases some of his tension.

And maybe, just maybe, his heart stutters a little at your smile, like a startled butterfly in his chest. Did the lights at the park grow brighter?

"Would you like to, uh, maybe grab some hot chocolate?" Jun suggests, gesturing towards the small, lit up kiosk nestled in the corner of the park that seemed quite busy with customers. "It can help... warm you up."

Your eyes light up to his words, grinning. "That sounds perfect, actually."

As you both walk towards the kiosk, the air seems to crackle with a nervous energy Jun hadn't expected. Despite the awkwardness gnawing at him, he can't deny the strange sense of hope fluttering in his stomach, somewhat like a small bird unsure of its flight. He's not the best at dates and probably never will be, but for some reason, feeling this sort of apprehension is unlike anything else he's felt. It's not uncomfortable per se, but more... exciting?

The two of you stand in the back of the line, shoulder-to-shoulder, hands tucked deep in your pockets and sharing silences punctuated by the occasional nervous giggle when your eyes meet. The line at the kiosk is surprisingly long, a mix of bundled-up families with laughing children and young couples warming their hands around steaming plastic cups.

When your shoulder brushes against his, Jun freezes for a moment, feeling a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with the hot chocolate. He steals a glance at you, finding your gaze already on him, and there's a shy smile that you both share before you look away first.

Then Jun notices it𑁋you're shivering.

It's almost imperceptible at first, a slight tremor running through your shoulders as you shift your weight from foot to foot. He hesitates for a moment, then a nervous breath leaves him. Fuck it.

Without a word, he unravels the wooly scarf from around his neck and drapes it over you, fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary as he adjusts it comfortably. You blink up at Jun with wide eyes.

"Sorry I, uh... noticed you were cold," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

You glance at him, surprise evident in your eyes, and then you chuckle. "Are you sure? I don't want you to freeze."

"I'll be alright," Jun just assures calmly, though the chill creeping up his neck is a bit hard to hide now.

The line moves forward, and soon you're ordering hot chocolate for the both of you. Jun pays for both, insisting with a small nod when you attempt to pull out your wallet.

As Jun and you clutch the steaming cups, the warmth radiating through the thin plastic felt almost comforting. The park bustles around you, but with each sip, the outside world seems to fade away, leaving only the diffident hum of conversation and the fluttering hope that dances between you.

"So, uh, what kind of animals do you like?" Jun asks, trying to break the ice as you both trail down an empty path close to the icy pond nearby. He's not exactly smooth with conversation, but he figures asking about your supposed love for animals is a safe bet. "I've been told you like them."

Your eyes light up as you take a swift, long sip of the hot chocolate, the warmth quickly spreading through you.

"Oh, all kinds!" You answer eagerly. "I volunteer at an animal shelter not that far from here and take care of the injured ones. I have a lot of pets at home too𑁋a hamster, a dog, a few cats, a rabbit... How about you?"

You spoke so quickly that Jun could barely register it all, but he can't help but grin at your enthusiasm. It’s almost infectious.

"Wow, I have, uh... a dog and a cat at home... Gyu and Woozi are their names," Jun replies slowly, almost unsurely.

"That's really cute!" You tell him, catching the way the corners of his lips crinkle up just slightly and how he has to angle his face down just to hide it. "My hamster's name is Hoshi! My dog is Minnie, my rabbit is Hannie, and my cats are Wonu, Nonie..."

Listening to you list your pets' names and some of the ones you've taken care of at the shelter makes Jun feel just a tiny bit lighter with each step he takes with you, and also from the way your eyes sparkle with every word you spoke. He finds himself letting out giggles at your stories of Hoshi's escape attempts and Min's stubborn streak, and for the first time in a long time, he feels truly comfortable, truly seen in a way that didn't feel fake.

Yet it doesn't take long for that feeling to falter just slightly. He doesn't know what Minghao exactly told you about him, or if anything at all𑁋how does he explain to you that he can quite literally talk to animals?

He knew that spilling the beans could go one of two ways: either you'd think he was crazy, or you'd be amazed (and maybe even a little scared). He's never exactly revealed it to any person he goes on a date with because, in the end, after a handful of mishap encounters with animals that don't mean to ruin the date, they end up leaving anyway.

Should he tell you? The words dance on his tongue, ready to tumble out, but that unwanted fear of rejection holds him back once again.

But before he can say anything, a squeaky quack pierces through the air, snapping Jun out of his thoughts. He looks down to see a small duckling waddling towards them, its tiny yellow head bobbing with each step. It stops in front of you, tilting its head inquisitively as it looks you up and down curiously, before heading to Jun's feet and quacking loudly.

It's Boo, one of the park's young resident chatterboxes who loves nothing more than socialising and the occasional spread of gossip. Jun had befriended Boo a while back, often sharing stories and snacks by the pond. But what was Boo doing here, and why does he look so worried? Jun could almost hear a frantic heartbeat echoing through the duckling's chest.

Boo lets out a series of rapid quacks. Jun strains to decipher the splurge of words, picking up snippets about stolen food and a local raccoon, and... how one of his siblings is stuck somewhere.

"Oh my gosh, you're so cute!" You exclaim, kneeling down upon noticing the young duck in front of Jun and extending a tentative hand. "What are you doing out here, little one? You're going to freeze."

Jun could only listen as the distraught duck spills its frustration on you. Yet you didn't understand anything, only continuing to coo about how cute the duckling is, and Jun watches as Boo looks up at him with pleading eyes, urging him to do something. He knew he had to act, but he glances at you, still kneeling with outstretched hand at Boo, and his mind races.

Should he explain his... ability to you and risk making you uncomfortable? Or maybe try to handle it on his own, somehow decipher Boo's instructions and lead you on a cryptic animal rescue mission that might look completely bizarre, delusional, and psychotic?

"Do you think it's lost?" You ask worriedly, glancing back up at Jun. And when his gaze catches yours, warm and hopeful in the glow of the fairy lights surrounding you, a surge of determination pulses through him.

Jun only quietly chuckles at Boo's attempts to tell you his name, his tiny feathered body vibrating with slight annoyance, but your gentle cooing and outstretched hand seem to soothe him a little. The sight stirs something deep within him, a warmth that spreads beyond the simple comfort of the hot chocolate from earlier.

"He's not lost," Jun says, his gaze meeting yours. "He's... a friend. And he's telling us a story. Oh, and his name is Boo, by the way."

Your brow furrows in confusion, a tiny crease appearing between your eyes. “You… understand ducks?”

Jun offers a hesitant smile, a knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach. There's no going back now.

“It’s a bit more than that,” he admits sheepishly, watching your expression shift from curious to intrigued. “I can, um, like... sort of talk to animals, I guess. Or they sort of talk to me, basically, yeah..."

The silence that follows is deafening. Jun braces himself for a wave of disbelief, rejection, maybe even a startled shriek. But instead, your eyes widen with awe, a growing smile forms on your lips, and Jun can't quite bring himself to tear his gaze away from you. He'd taken a leap of faith, and you, instead of running for the hills, were looking at him with... wonder?

"Wow, that's..." You breathe, voice hushed with wonder. "I-I mean I always knew that... sort of existed? Like, in research papers and ancient history, but meeting someone who can actually do it is just..."

Jun blinks, a bit taken aback by your reaction.

"You're not... freaked out or anything?" he asks cautiously. "Like... you actually believe me?"

"Jun." You turn to him, shifting so that your knees are slightly touching in the snow. "Minghao told me like... a lot of things, or tried to at least. I mean, at first I found it ridiculous, then I realised that this is Xu Minghao telling me this, and if he's vouching for you, it must be true. And, well... I really wanted to get to know you too."

Oh. "Oh," Jun mutters, cheeks flushing and face burning. Minghao, of course. He should have known his best friend with a 'credible' reputation wouldn't simply set him up on a blind date without throwing him under the bus a little bit. "I mean, it-it's nothing too fascinating. No mind-reading or telepathy exactly, just… understanding their gestures and stuff. It's kind of like learning a new language, you know?"

"Well, can you tell me what Boo is saying then?" You quirk up expectantly, and Jun swears he cannot handle more than five seconds of you peering at him without melting completely. His heart does a little double flip in his chest, landing somewhere around his ankles.

Jun chuckles, a warm sound that feels right at home amidst the snowy air. Then he takes a deep breath, steadying himself under your gaze, before turning his attention back to the little duck at his feet.

"Alright, alright," he teases, ruffling Boo's feathers playfully. "Don't get jealous, little guy. Spill it."

Boo then goes on an insistent frenzy of quacks, and you could only watch in awe as Jun listens carefully, nodding and humming in response. There's a certain magic in the air that you can sense, as if you've stepped right into a fairytale of some sorts. The small duckling then looks up at you with begging eyes, as if seeking your help as well. Jun shoots you a quick glance, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes.

"He's pretty worked up," he admits, clearing his throat. "He's telling me about a raccoon that stole his flock's food, and... um, one of his siblings is stuck in a log somewhere. I have some food with me, but he wants to find his sibling first. He knows the way."

"Then let's do it," You say, rising to your feet and dusting off the snow on your pants.

Jun hesitates again, staring at you in slight disbelief𑁋you want to come with him? He glances at Boo, who lets out a frustrated quack, urging him to make a decision. Then he looks back at you, your kind eyes holding his own, and suddenly the choice becomes clear.

"Do you trust me?" Jun asks softly, his heart pounding in his chest.

You hold his gaze for a moment, a thoughtful look on your face. Then a smile blooms across your lips, one that reaches your eyes and seems to chase away the worry.

"I trust you," You answer, stretching an open hand towards him.

Jun feels a warmth spread through him, and he grabs your hand in his. Relief and something else courses through him, like excitement and perhaps a bit of fear. You were in, and that was all that mattered.

Boo lets out a triumphant quack, and with him waddling excitedly at your feet, you follow Jun deeper into the park, the fairy lights casting long shadows against the snow-covered ground. It's a strange sight𑁋you walking on one side of Jun and a duckling trotting on the other𑁋but with every step, whatever awkwardness that was lingering seems to melt away.

And maybe, just maybe, something else was blossoming too.

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ohisms · 1 year

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↪ 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 . ( a series of sentence starters from season 5 of syfy’s “ warehouse 13 ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

nothing to worry about on this end .

keep me posted .

i’ve got another idea .

wait , wait , wait . . .

i’m not a total idiot .

look , [ name ] , that’s not what matters right now .

drive . okay ? just . . . drive fast .

of all the illegal things i’ve done , this is probably the least illegal .

we are not talking about that !

are you kidding me ?!

i’m gonna need another pair of hands .

i’ve got a plan i’m absolutely certain will work .

not cool ! not cool !

oh my god , what a great idea , [ name ] ! wish i’d thought of that !

i’ll explain later .

[ name ] , what just happened ?

i want him dead .

i just think we should make an informed decision .

heartbreaking , isn’t it ? when someone you loved and thought you knew turns out to be someone else ?

the question is ; are you with me , or are you against me ?

hey ! what’d you do that for ?

there goes our element of surprise .

you have no idea what you’re giving up .

so , sue me . i didn’t want you to die .

stop staring at me !

this way i can keep an eye on you .

patience , and all will be revealed .

follow my instructions for a change .

are you busy tonight ?

i will cut you .

now if you’ll excuse me , i have to get ready .

do you want to tell me the truth , this time ?

i don’t need you to protect me .

should i ignore the fact that that sounds insane ?

you’re lying , it makes no sense .

i haven’t hurt anyone .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

you have been lying to me .

i haven’t forgotten about [ name ] .

a little bit dramatic , don’t you think ?

okay , your life is worse . congrats .

there’s no need to close that door forever .

can we stop talking about this and just get back to work ?

how about we just start with this ?

hopefully you’ll understand why i did what i did .

i told you i’d be back .

despite everything [ name ] told you , you’re here anyways .

life is shorter than you ever think .

i think a little danger is worth it , don’t you ?

please note that i didn’t say anything about how dangerous that would be .

you take one hand , i’ll take the other ?

what’s so important ?

i’m not blaming you , i just wanna know what happened .

i don’t understand . where am i ?

listen , there was - there was a car accident .

no way , come on . i don’t believe you .

we’re gonna talk everything through from the very beginning .

i have the feeling this is gonna take awhile .

don’t worry about it . i’ll take care of [ name ] .

i didn’t have very much when i came here , so i guess i’m kind of trying to make up for that .

the internet’s still around ?

i gotta say , i’m really hating this . i just , nothing feels real .

i’m just gonna wake up and be me again .

this cannot be my life !

please stop saying it’s gonna be alright because it’s not !

i was in a mental institution .

not to outdo you , but crazy girl carries a lot more stigma .

my strongest memories of you have to do with that guitar .

oh , boo - hoo , what . is . the . plan ?

did you not hear me say very , very carefully ?!

this place is about as secure as a kiosk at the mall .

do not snap at me , okay ?

do you have any enemies ? anyone who might want to hurt you ?

am i doing all these things with my mind ?!

i haven’t cursed anyone in years .

weren’t you nervous to play in front of people ?

let’s just say i’m addicted to more than just coffee .

would you play for me ?

since you missed the concert , i thought we could have one of our own .

my keen sense of perception is giving me the impression that you are upset .

don’t partonize me , [ name ] .

look , why don’t we just quietly work together ?

it was an accident , i didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt .

i didn’t know it was gonna be dangerous .

no one’s gonna die ! okay ? we’re gonna fix this .

have you seen him ? i mean , really looked at him ?

when you really love someone , you want them to be happy . even if it isn’t with you .

talking down to me does not help !

i’m not talking down to you , i’m just talking you DOWN ... there’s a difference .

it’s this place , it’s a thousand things !

you SHOT me ?!

with clear eyes ... and a full heart , you can’t lose .

will you tell me everything that happened while i was sleeping ?

i’m so sorry , i know i should’ve told you sooner .

i remember , now . i remember everything .

i’m not gonna let you go back to that .

you’ve tried everything , haven’t you ?

if i only get one day , i am so , so glad i got this one .

i’m counting on you to fix all of this .

i’ll find a way . i promise .

what answer will make you stop asking ?

relax , i’m not here for you .

that’s why you’re yelling like your hair’s on fire ?

i hate being friends with you .

i want to punch things .

i’m on the verge of a major breakthrough !

fine , i’ll go . this better be snappy .

i called the police , they said i had to wait 24 hours .

#this has been at the bottom of my drafts #but i'll get to finishing the show and updating this soon <3 #rp meme #rp prompt #inbox meme #rp inbox meme #ohisms

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amorficzna · 5 months

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I just finished the Gale Origin epilogue endings and omggg the god ending is so LMAO - find some of my fav moments below the cut

On this run I romanced Shadowheart so I'm unsure if this is her usual god Gale dialogue or if she just says this, but it's incredible and I fucking love it

Shadowheart: Hmm, you feel a little more substantial than before. Less camping and scrounging off the land, I take it? Gale: Naturally. The god of ambition has an ambitious larder to match. I'm not exactly fighting for scraps. Shadowheart: No offense intended - quite the contrary, in fact. I'm glad you seem well. Truly.

I was hoping to get the option to ascend with her or anything like what I've seen when you romance God Gale otherwise, but it seems like the ascension as an origin makes your romance default to the non-romanced ending.

Tara is also VERY pissed that Gale is a god now and has a lot to say about it. Also so many beard roasts!!

Tara: Ugh. I thought the beard was bad before, and now it's glowing. Gale: Tara! How glad I am to see you! Tara: I wish I could say the same. I thought you had more sense than this, Gale. I thought you had any sense at all. Gale: What happened to 'Mr. Dekarios'? Tara: Using your family name was a show of respect. But you've buried that deep in the litter box, haven't you? Godhood. So vulgar. It isn't too late for you. Other gods have given up divinity. You could still come home. To me. To your mother. To everyone who loves you. But you won't. I know you won't. You've followed Karsus straight down the road to ruin. And I won't be there to watch, Gale. I suppose this is good-bye. To you, your wretched ambition, and that gods awful thing on your chin.

And then naturally you can turn her into a HAIRLESS CAT.

Tara: Oh, very funny. Very godlike behavior. Is this what Elysium's brought you to? It'll take me a tenday to put this right...

For the rest of the companions, there's at least one dialogue option in all of them that includes something about ambition, which seems to be on the forefront of Gale's mind. Here are some of my favs:

Lae: We've heard word of a githyanki outpost hidden deep in Chult. The last of Vlaakith's Sword Coast strongholds. Perhaps you might join us. Help us raze it to the ground, put those godly powers to good use. Gale: If you pray to me during battle, I might aid you. Lae: Pray to you? Chk. I suppose to you, mortals are meant to only worship and obey. What other role might they possibly play in the life of a god? Why don't you go and mingle? That's the word, right? 'Mingle'?

Lae gets so offended by Gale asking her to pray to him she literally just stops talking to him there and then, and I couldn't talk to her after this.

Minsc: How have you filled your days, since we tore the sticky tyrant from the sky? Gale: I claimed the Crown of Karsus, became the god of ambition and established my new domain in Elysium. Minsc: And yet you still make it sound so boring. Truly, God-Gale, Minsc is glad to see you have not changed one bit! But I ask - should Boo send you prayers, answer not. For his ambitions to be realised... the world is not ready for such things.

Fuckiong lmao at Boo being a menace, but also Minsc roasting Gale so hard, get his ass!

And then of course Gale telling everyone to pray to him if they need anything lmao, always be hustling Gale.

#bg3 epilogue spoilers #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #shadowheart #gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #god gale #god of ambition gale #minsc and boo #lae'zel #tara the tressym #bg3 gale

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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Oh in conjunction to the last ask by an anon can I request something like svt taking care of drunk s/o?

Looking forward to more of your works 🥰

thank you for saying that and requesting! cheol’s is suggestive 18+

seungcheol: is shocked to receive a call from your friend that the evening’s designated driver is trashed. probably laughs to himself as he grabs his keys and drives to the bar. takes a minute to coax you into his car because you’re having a hard time believing he’s your boyfriend. “are you sure? you’re incredibly attractive, and i’m not saying that because i don’t think i’m hot or something. i am. i’m so hot, but shit. have you seen me naked a lot? can i see you naked? maybe that would jog my wine mind.”

jeonghan: opens the front door of your apartment to be met by you and your exhausted looking friend. “she’s a bit…sad” but he knew what to expect. you’re consistently sad after drinking, and he offers soft coos as you waddle to the living room, asking him to lay down before covering his body with your own. “do you feel better, sweetheart?” “mhmm”

joshua: tries not to laugh at your permanent frown and flushed cheeks. your hands are fisted, constantly rubbing your eyes, clearly exhausted but far from ready to end the night. you finally let him take you home when you fall asleep on the table after screaming along to cher with all the energy you could muster

jun: sends texts throughout the night to make sure you’re alright. reminds you he can come at any point if that’s what you want. ‘i’m pine. wit mah girlz’ but he sits in the parking lot reading and drives you home, gets you ready for bed, stays the night, and makes your breakfast in the morning

wonwoo: sits with you on the curb outside of the bar for 3 hours while you watch the moon

soonyoung: in the morning, you wake up to a hundred messages in the group chat, realizing someone dressed you up as a tiger because it was the only way he’d ever get you in that damn halloween costume. “please don’t be mad at me. you looked adorable! orange is your color” “…i’m going to the cafe around the corner to get something highly caffeinated. that costume better be gone by the time i’m back”

jihoon: *laughter* but he carries you home (it’s only up the street, though. no biggie)

seokmin: fully engaged in your senseless stories that sound a lot like your weirdest dreams. gets you ready for bed and giggles every time you start sucking any part of him your lips capture

mingyu: “babe, please let me put your socks back on. your feet are freezing.” instead, you cover your hands and cry when you can’t find your thumbs

minghao: the poor guy thought it would be a good idea to take you to the convenience store for a hangover cure, but you’re embarrassing him. “ok, now everyone knows that i’m from seventeen. there are some plushies by the door. should you tell them too?” but he kisses your forehead as soon as your expression falls. “…i love you” “and he loves me! did you all hear?!” “i’m so sorry. this moment will plague me for life”

seungkwan: he’s never seen you drink anything besides a single glass of red wine, but tonight you got your hands on whiskey and a 2000s playlist so… lol. finally convinces you it’s time to head home after mumbling your way through genie in a bottle. rolls down the window as soon as you’re in the car because he’s afraid you’ll vomit, and then he’ll vomit, but you don’t mind because the cool breeze feels like heaven on your hot skin. “dogs are so smart, boo. they’ve got life figured out. i could stay like this forever”

hansol: looks so endearing helping you down the hallway to your front door, with your purse around his neck, and your right shoe held tightly in his grip. “honey, let’s not knock on everyone’s door, ok? it’s nearly 3am”

chan: he keeps a little pouch in his glove compartment with all the necessities for “drunk you”. drunk you pouch includes the following: starbursts(only the yellow and pink ones), a picture of your cat wearing a hat, dried lavender, and the keys to your parents garden store because sometimes you like to stop by and play a song or two on their jukebox

#this was fun to write #boyfriend things #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan fluff #joshua fluff #jun scenarios #jihoon scenarios #wonwoo fluff #seokmin fluff #mingyu fluff #minghao scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #soonyoung fluff #chan fluff #hansol reactions

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positivelyholland · 1 year

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please more harry and taylor!daughter x reader 😁🫶

New Faces

pairing: taylor swift/harry styles x daughter!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you meet your dad's friend from his band

warnings: louis tomlinson, literally so much fluff

A/N: this is set when Taylor and Harry were still together, therefore making reader a toddler. the timeline definitely does not add up, but don't question it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you sit at the kitchen table, flipping through your favorite storybook, you hear a set of footsteps heading your direction. As you turn to look who it is, you're met with one of your favorite faces on this planet. It's your dad, standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, scooping you up in his arms for a big hug.

"Hi, Daddy!" you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As he sets you back down on the ground, you notice someone else standing behind him. It's your mom, Taylor.

"Hey there, kiddo," she says, smiling at you.

"Hey mom!" you reply, still focused on the pages of your book.

Taylor follows you into the kitchen, where your dad is busy making breakfast.

As you are breakfast, your parents kept telling you joke and joke, making time fly by so quickly that you finished your pancakes faster than you ever had before.

And plus, the sound of your laughter is better than any song either of your parents could ever write.

"Hey y/n, is it ok if we introduce you to some of my friends today?" Harry asked you.

You were yet to meet the entirety of your dad's band. Although you have had nothing but good experiences with the ones you have met, you still get super nervous meeting new people.

"Sure, could we go to the park?" you asked hopefully.

"Of course! If it helps you feel more comfortable then we can make that happen" Taylor responded.

You were soon introduced to a man named Louis. Starting off a little weary of him, you were cautious of your dads friend.

But as the morning wears on, you start to relax. Louis is kind and funny, and he seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.

You jump with joy once your parents decide it's finally time to head to the park and was eager to spend some time with him and Taylor.

As you play on the swings and slide, you watch your parents and Louis chatting and laughing together. They all look so happy, and you can tell that your dad especially really enjoys his company.

Suddenly, you feel a tug on your sleeve. It's your mom and Louis, grinning at you mischievously.

"Wanna help us prank your dad?" she whispers.

You nod eagerly, excited to be included.

Together, you, Louis, and Taylor sneak up on your dad, who's busy taking a phone call.

When he turns around, you jump out and yell "Boo!"

Harry jumps, looking startled, but then he starts to laugh.

"You got me!" he says, shaking his head.

As the sun starts to set, you all pile back into the car to head home. Taylor sits next to you in the backseat, and you snuggle up against her side, feeling warm and safe.

As you drift off to sleep that night, you can't help but feel grateful for the the amazing people in your life.

#harry styles x daughter!reader #taylor swift x daughter!reader #taylor swift x reader #taylor swift #harry styles x reader #harry styles #louis tomlinson #one direction #x daughter!reader #styles swift!reader #positively holland

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 1 year

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Trick or Treat: Malleus ver.

Notes: Malleus x reader(friends who could be more...), fluff

You were trapped in a corner with Malleus. Well to be more specific it wasn’t an actual corner. but his hair had gotten caught on your shirt button.

Part 1

You: … Malleus: … You: Don’t move, I almost got it out. I can’t allow you to lose hair nor lose my button. Malleus: Child of man… I’m very fond of you so I will allow you to cut my hair. You: NOOO! I can’t afford to live with Sebek hunting me down for this for the rest of my life! If you stay still like this, I’ll give you 3, no, 5 times the number of treats and no tricks! Malleus: … That does sound interesting…

*after five more minutes you finally got his hair out*

You: Finally! I got it out safely and no button or hair was harmed. My hand sure does hurt though. Malleus: About my 5 treats *all smiley* You: Ah yes those… *breaks out into cold sweat* Um is there anything in particular that you want? Malleus: YES

You: Is this really going to satisfy you? Malleus: Yes, it is. You: Alright here we go~

Part 2

All Malleus had wanted was your time. He wanted to spend time in the five- minute haunted house that was set up near campus. The two of you went on your break time and not going to lie you were nervous. Let’s just say that you weren’t into haunted houses because you were terrified. However, there was no way to say no to that smile of his.

???: Booo! You: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Faster than Riddle’s tsum tsum plush could ever go, you ran straight. Not knowing where you were anymore, you tried your best to stay calm.

You: It’s going to be alright. You may be all alone inside a haunted house that could be filled with real ghosts and things, but it’s fine. Nothing could be more scary than seeing the fish mafia dressed up as Jasmine. Everything is alright.

*whoosh*

You: Something just grabbed my leg. That’s perfectly normal inside of haunted houses. Perfectly fine.

*BAM!*

You: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Closing your eyes from the sight you saw what you feared, not the most, but it was an angry Sebek.

You: Sebek? What are you doing here? Sebek: I followed you here. Where is Young Master! You: Crap! I totally left him! Oh no!

Running back the way you came from you searched for Malleus. Eventually you found him or so you would like to think.

You: I can’t find him! No wonder Sebek and Silver are having such a hard time! Malleus wherever you are please come out!

*tap tap*

You: *turning around* Oh thank goodness, Malleus I found YYYOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

Part 3

Meanwhile Malleus

Malleus: Where did they go? I keep hearing screams, but I can’t decipher if it’s theirs or someone else's. Sebek: Young Master, I finally found you! Malleus: Where is the child of man? Sebek: Hmm? Oh, they went inside to search for you. Let’s go back to NRC now! … Malleus?

Malleus decided to look for you once more. He frantically started searching for you. He didn’t know you were scared of haunted houses till you left at the first boo. All he wanted to do was apologize and make it up to you. Shockingly he found you, but you weren’t scared.

You: *grabbing a staff member by the collar* Hey buddy, normally I’m really scared of these kinds of things, but when I lose a friend, I can’t focus on anything but that. You get me? So, tell me did you see where MALLEUS DRACONIA WENT!!!!!!!!!!!! Malleus: *Shocked but glad he found you* I’m right here. You: *let’s go of staff member* Oh… I’m so sorry I deeply apologize for my rude behavior. I’m very sorry. Here you can have this bag of candy. *the staff member scurries away* Malleus where were you? Malleus: I went looking for you after you ran off… I never expected to see you like this though… how interesting You: I see… um can you please forget what you saw… Malleus: Heheh. I wouldn’t forget this moment even if you bribed me.

#twst #happy dragon #gao #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #malleus x reader #friends #fluff #trick or treat #button stuck #his hair #damn #sebek #I love that dude #ice cream anyone?#child of man #halloween #trick #treat

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msbarrybeeson · 2 years

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Before You Go - P.3 | Future Leonardo X Reader

A/N: I am conflicted over using gender-neutral terms to replace “Mama,” because I haven’t found a single one that holds the same vibe as the initial. If there are any suggestions, let me know! Remember that constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Summary: You’re both adopting-parents of Casey. Leonardo returned from a patrol to find his family surrounding Casey, about to say his first words.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used, except the terms “Mama” and “mother-figure are used as well. Second POV.

Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader

Warning(s): Insecure of one’s parenting.

Word Count: ~1980

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / ...

“No way, is Casey saying his first words?” Michelangelo gasped. He was followed by his older brother, coming back from an area patrol together.

That question stopped Leo in his tracks. "H-Hold on, really?"

In front of him, April and his brothers surrounded you, while you sat 2-year-old Casey on your stronger arm. He glanced around curiously at the small crowd, but paid no mind as he played with your hair.

"Bwuah.. bah." Sounds bubbling from his mouth. You smiled. "I have a good feeling, Mikey."

Leo stared from afar.

..It had been so long since he felt this kind of warmth. All the smiles on his family’s faces were enough to give nostalgia.. back to when life was relatively.. normal.

"What'cha doing, standing over there!" April called out, waving her arm up. "This is a moment of a lifetime! Don't tell me you're backing out of being a parent." Donnie snickered from hearing her teases.

Leo shook his head. Then, he rolled his eyes. "Hey hey, c'mon, don't put me down like that, April. I'm not some deadbeat guy."

Being the Doctor Feelings he once proclaimed, Mikey held his hands to his chest. A bubbly smile grew. "Ohh! I’m getting it now: Lee’s having his inner, emotional, father-moment!"

And of course, a dark blush appeared on his face, embarrassed he was figured out so easily. Granted, he was talking about his own brother and Doctor Feelings. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say, little brother," he huffed. "Let's not tease me right now, guys. I just got back from a patrol with the others."

Leo strolled closer to you from behind, head leaning on your shoulder. "So.. what’s he’s saying?"

"Yet to find out." You slowly rocked your body back and forth.

“Y’know,” April wondered, “I’ve been thinking: aren’t kids supposed to start talking before they turn two?”

You and Leo felt yourselves freezing at the realization. Supposed to? But what about Casey? Did this imply that you two hadn’t done enough?

Fortunately, Donatello noticed your unease.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “I mean, we are living in an underground base during an alien invasion. I doubt any of us would own time to cater to a human child full-time.” Donnie raised his “eyebrows” once, giving the message to April.

“Yeah yeah, that makes sense.”

"..Moving on...

Allow me to make a guess: he’ll begin by praising my name and intellect with, 'I love you Donatello Von Ryan and you're the greatest being this universe has to offer,'" Donnie claimed right from his heart and ego.

"God dang, Donnie, I swear," Raph murmured, "if this kid grows up to praise you like some sort of egotistical saint—."

"Scoffs! That could mean one thing for sure, Raphael: Casey will grow to be one of the most intelligent children, taught under by yours truly."

April put her hand on her hip. "Huh. Not gonna lie, I still can't believe Cassandra would name him after herself."

"Doesn't sound far from her, really," you chuckled. "In fact.. I'd be surprised if she managed to make a whole different one."

"Bah.. boo mah.."

"Ooh, ooh!" Mikey leaned his head closer to Casey. "He's going to say something!"

"Putting my bets on 'Mama!'" April raised her hand. Donnie, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and feigned, "Wow! That is so original. Yawn."

"Uh, excuse you." Leonardo looked offended. "Where's the amor for the father-figure?"

You deadpanned. “Since when have we established the ‘Mama’ label?”

"Ever since Leo kept calling himself ‘Papa,’” April chirped. “Sorry, Leo, being the mother-figure, (Name) comes before you."

"Hm. Raph’s gotta agree."

"Seriously? Even my own brother!?"

"No worries, Lee, I got you!" Mikey leeched onto him.

Donnie coughed. “Continuing to believe he’ll say my name.”

Your eye twitched. “Hey, don’t be disappointed if he says a whole ‘nother word, you guys.” The baby laughed, his giggles drawing the attention of everyone from their debate.

"Luh..," he blubbered, "ooo."

“...”

"Oh my gosh!" Mikey tightened his grip onto Leo. It was slowly making him struggle to breathe. "Did you hear—? Are you guys thinking—? I think he just said, 'Love youu!'"

"Sorry to break your bubble, but I'm pretty sure they're random syllables, Michael."

"Don't be so pessimistic! We should be happy! Casey’s finally said his first words to us, and they’re ones of love!" "Ew."

Mikey smacked Donnie.

"..Next word has gotta be 'Mama.'" April crossed her arms.

"Uh, I think you mean 'Papa.'"

You sweat-dropped. “I don’t think the debate’s necessary, guys.”

“Leave 'em,” Raph laughed, grabbing your attention. “This is probably one of the only times we’ll ever have our good moments together.” You smiled, watching Mikey and Donnie getting into a passive-aggressive argument themselves. “How’re you and Leo doing with the kid?” Raph asked, inching his giant finger closer to Casey, who proceeded to chew on it.

“The good thing is.. taking care of him is starting come naturally.. and Leo’s still taking my advice to get some rest before we switch roles.”

Raph found you delaying in your response.

“But. I’m guessing there’s one somewhere.”

“Agh.. It’s just.. Leo seems to be doubting himself again. I was hoping for a chance to talk to him, but maybe.. this time isn’t the right time to do so.”

The snapping turtle moved his hand to your shoulder. “No worries, (Name).” His thumb gently rubbing your nape. “Leave it to me this time.”

“..Okay.”

"Oooh, don't you dare start with me, Leo,” she warned. “It's 'Mama.'"

"'Papa.'"

"'Mama.' Guess you don’t love your lover enough."

“Woah woah, hey!” Leo gasped. Flabbergasted from how April spat that out out of nowhere. "Are you being a mis.. misogynist!?"

“‘Misandrist,’” Donnie corrected.

"'Mama.'"

"Mah-mah!"

“...”

Everyone’s eyes flickered over to Casey, face beaming in the dim cavern.

Out of the stunned group, metallic arms rose from Donnie’s battleshell and tore up a sheet of paper apart. You had no idea where did that come from. "Sigh. Of course, my dreams of raising a follower is demolished once again. Back to the drawing board with my robotic—."

"AWW, he said, ‘Mama!'" The box turtle leaped.

"Woo! Raph and I call for the air-conditioned room privileges!" April cheered, high-fiving the snapping turtle, who grinned. “We called it!”

“Mahmah!”

“Yes, Casey. It’s me.” An upward quirk of your lips and you snuggled your nose with his. “Mama is here.” The toddler squealed.

It was this moment that none of you failed to see how Leo’s so-called smile falter. A distant look in his eyes as he came to lower his gaze.

Raph nodded towards you and April. The both of you returned it, heading into one of the tunnels in silence.

That left the brothers.

It wasn’t until Leo finally tilted his head up that he registered the quietness and lack of your presence. He groaned. “Guys, c’mon. I know what you’re doing, and I don’t need another talk right now.”

“Leo,” Mikey reassured. “It’s okay to talk about your feelings with us, y’know. We’re your brothers! Your family! And family supports each other.”

“Besides,” Donnie crossed his arms, leaving one of his metallic arms to comfort his brother’s back, “it’s about time you quit ruining the mood whenever Casey is brought up.”

Raph hummed. “You’re thinkin’ too much on it, Leo. You know whatever the kid says don’t make you any less of a parent.”

Leo huffed. “I know, I know.”

“Uh huh.” Donnie scoffed. “If you really know that that’s the case, then what’s the actual problem?”

“Nothing.”

“We know it’s not ‘nothing.’”

“...”

“Okay, we can do this then.” Mikey held his brother’s shoulders. The Doctor Feelings side revealing. “I’ll ask the questions you answer by nodding ‘yes’ or ‘no.’

Is it about Casey?” Leo nodded ‘yes.’

“Okay.. Is it about his first words?” He shook his head ‘no.’

Mikey held his chin, pondering. “Is there a specific issue?” Once again, Leo shook his head. The box turtle figured it must be a general conflict. You told him not long ago that his brother was being reserved as of late. You often confided in him your troubles.

“Is this also about (Name)?”

He nodded.

“Is this also about the Kraang?”

..He nodded. This time, Leo proceeded to respond. “Nothing’s the same ever since they invaded.”

“Of course—.” Raph eyed Donnie.

“We could’ve had a normal life. We all could’ve gone for ice cream, jumping to a pool, see snow again.. But look what came to us instead.” A bitter tone. “This isn’t the life I wanted for all of us. This isn’t the life that Casey and (Name) deserves. I-I can’t accept it.

It doesn’t help to think back on their and Cassandra’s words.”

“What do you mean?”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Cassandra told me (Name) wanted a kid. (Name) told me they couldn’t risk taking care of one in this fucked up place.”

“And they have Casey—.”

“But I know they’d be happier if things were different.”

“Oh? You mean if (Name) doesn’t have fertility issues?”

All eyes on Donnie. “..Huh?”

“Hey!” Mikey exclaimed. “How’d you know that? I thought I’m the one with secrets.”

“Well, Michael, being forced to stick down here and manage weaponry and defenses means keeping track of everyone’s biological systems.”

“..You.. kept trackers on us?”

“Correction: in you. Do I have to remind you that I’m the reason you all managed to survive this long?”

“Ah..” Raph was stunned. “Ah, uh, moving on..

Yeah, we would be happier if we didn’t have the Kraang up on our asses. But even then, this is our reality now.

We can’t go back.

And sometimes, your best option is to deal with it and make the most out of what you have. You got that?”

Leo’s breath hitched. He glanced upon reassuring smiles on his brothers’ faces (much less of a smile on Donnie’s, but the aura was there).

“You may be the leader, Leo, but I’m still your older brother,” Raph spoke softly.

A sigh left the red-eared turtle, and he pulled them all into a tight embrace. “Thanks hermanos.”

"Lee-oh," you pronounced slowly, leaning close to Casey. You hadn’t noticed your leader in blue lingering next to the cavern entrance. You always managed to forget that Donnie built an entire underground system for water and air. Yet, your resources weren’t enough to make decent rooms.

The baby blinked and giggled. "Eeee.."

You wiggled his arms. "Lee-oh."

"Ohh.."

Leo couldn't hold back the wide grin on his face. His heart melted. “I always knew you love me, (Name)," he spoke up.

"God, Leo! You scared me!” you cursed, holding Casey back in the comfort of your arms. "..How are you feeling?”

“Comforted.. thanks to my brothers.”

Once he walked closer to your side, you leaned up to kiss him. “For you to know you’re making a great father-figure. And that you have nothing to worry for about me or Casey.”

Leo blinked and blinked.

Then, being shy, he hid his growing blush behind his blue scarf.

It was one you made for his birthday five years ago from a ball of yarn that Todd found, rummaging through wrecked shops. Even after that much time, Leo still became flustered around you.

“Bah.. lo...”

His left arm wrapped around your waist. “I’m glad to have you here, (Name).” You leaned into his plastron. “The same goes for you, Leo.”

“Ee.. oh.”

“Mhm—. Hold on.” The red-eared turtle sat upright. “Did he—?”

“Ee.. oh!” Casey sounded. Lacked a consonant, but the idea was there.

You chuckled, seeing your boyfriend’s wide-eyed reaction. “He said my name!” he cheered, pulling the toddler from your arms to hold him up. “Leo,” he said.

“Ee-oh!”

“If you were worried about him not saying ‘Papa,’ I’m sure it’s only because April kept repeating ‘Mama’ back there,” you concluded. “Not sure if I’m completely comfortable with the whole label thing.”

“Being called ‘Mama?’”

“Hm.. If I ever feel like changing that up, I can wait until Casey’s a bit older to comprehend better.”

“Ohoho~.” Leo grinned, bringing the baby closer. “Say, ‘Papa.’”

“Ah..”

“‘Papa.’“

“Pa.. wah...”

“‘Papa.’”

“Papah!”

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt casey jones #rise of the tmnt #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #reader insert #reader imagine #fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Hello. I am here to request Yandere Ozzie being overprotective of his sweet princess 🗣️ Perhaps she is kidnapped by someone in hopes of extorting Oswald and get more than a pretty penny out of him but him being the perfect man he is does not lose a single cent and gets his baby back but not before beating the crap out of the kidnappers for hurting her. Thank you and have a great day, friend 🫂

Rescue Me

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1.2k what if i did that but made it two parts and i am incredibly slow at getting to the conclusion of things and i'm also very sorry about it anon but you should know that already because this request is from october (i am so sorry i knew this prompt was good so it needed to have justice done to it) 🥴💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, threats, kidnapping, sad ozzie boo ;-;

“Uh huh. Sure. Uh-huh. And just so I know I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt, because I’m a nice guy. You know who you’re talking to here, huh?”

Two goons on either side of the office door watched Oswald as he tapped his fingers casually on his desk. He held the phone to his right ear, listening patiently. One of the men who watched had answered. Taken the brief message, and then followed the instructions.

“We’ve got your boss’ girl. We’re looking to exchange her for a reasonable sum, given that she’s tainted goods. You taking all of this down? Ok, go hand the phone to your boss and tell him we want to speak to him.”

“Oh, is that so? Ok. That’s all fine on my end. I’ll bring the money. You bring my girl. We’ll see how smooth things go. You better not waste my fuckin’ time neither.”

Oswald hung up the call, rubbing his face in his palms before he tossed the phone against the wall. He got up from his desk, grabbing his long leather jacket from the coat stand. A cigar, the metal briefcase from the safe in the closet, his own cell phone, and a handgun. That was all he was taking with him.

“You’re going personally, boss?”

“Course I am! And don’t neither of you two clowns follow me. I’m going alone.”

Brushing past them on his way out of the door, Oswald felt calm, collected, but he took a deep breath in before he started his car and began heading to the meeting point. He drove fast, but not fast enough that any cops would bother to interfere. He wanted to get there safe and sound, as quickly as possible. Your life wasn’t in danger, no one was that stupid, but he was still worried.

Pulling up to the farthest end of the docks, territory he felt safe in, Falcone’s territory at that, he noticed another car with dimmed headlights. With an air of confidence he didn’t need to muster up, he got out of his own vehicle, walking steadily towards them, making a concerted effort to conceal his limp as best as he could. He worried it made him look weak, like an easier target. Like he could be toppled over much easier than was likely.

A voice from the shadows, calling out to him. One he only recognised from the phone call, unable to place it to anyone he knew, or knew of.

“You actually came alone?”

“What can I say, I’m a man of my word.”

“Seems risky.”

“Should I be worried? This is business, chief. And I’d like to get on with it.”

“Not much for small talk, hm? What difference does it make how quick we commence the business? The damage has been done.”

Oswald narrowed his eyes, taking another step forward, hand reaching for his pocket, ready to grab his gun if need be.

“Listen, business is business. I’m a busy guy. I know how this shit goes. But I swear to you, if you touched a single hair on her body I will take everything you have and everyone you have ever loved.”

“Relax, Penguin.”

He flinched at the word. Fingers relaxing and tensing by his side.

“Toss the money over and you can have her. In exactly the same condition she was in when we brought her here.”

The briefcase landed with a metallic clunk on the ground, bouncing slightly before settling askew on the wet ground. The stranger took a few steps towards it, stopping when Oswald shouted out over the short distance between them.

“Don’t you touch that thing with your filthy funckin’ hands until I’ve seen her.”

Hands up, displaying his intentions, the stranger clicked his fingers and summoned two men from the vehicle, who dragged out another figure from the back seat. Clad in a large, ill-fitting stained shirt, no shoes, and with a bag over their head, they were walked over to the stranger who pushed them forwards, sending them stumbling into Oswald’s arms. He brought them in close, holding them behind him.

“Hey, you’re ok now, just keep quiet and follow my lead, kid.”

The stranger clicked open the briefcase, scoffing as they realised that there was nothing inside. But by the time he had glanced up towards Oswald, he was met with the handgun pointing at him.

“Shameful tactics, Oswald.”

“This isn’t my girl.”

Shaking his head, the stranger smiled, standing up slowly as Oswald traced his movements with the gun.

“Of course it isn’t. Looks like we both came up short on our ends of the bargain.”

“You bring her to me, or I swear to god!”

Oswald was shouting now, his voice breaking as he tried to conceal the raw emotion. Fear, rage, a deep sorrow, panic and worry.

“How about this time, you come to us. You bring the money to my warehouse, and we’ll give you what you want this time. Promise.”

He winked, a cruel grin briefly flashing over his up until now bland and neutral face.

“I don’t even know who you are or where you operate from. How am I supposed to find you?”

“Think of a way. You’ve got twenty-four hours.”

As he walked to the car, entering it as his men held the door open for him, he called back.

“And don’t worry about it, you’ll know who I am soon enough. Everyone will.”

As their car sped away, Oswald turned his attentions to the figure behind him. Peeling the bag slowly from her head, he stood back, giving her enough space to get accustomed to her surroundings. It didn’t take long, and before he knew it she had her arms around him, thanking him, sobbing into his jacket.

“It’s ok, hey. You’re fine. I recognise you, kid. You one of my dancers?”

“Y-yeah Mister Cobblepot, sir. I… I was coming out of work with your-”

“They took her too? You saw her!? You gotta let me know if they hurt her, ok?”

“They didn’t hurt none of us, she’s ok. Just… scared Mister Cobblepot. We all were.”

Sighing, trying to hold back the tears in a bid to remain the safe space for the girl he now held in the freezing cold, Oswald tried to think on his feet, willing his brain to move past the initial flurry of pain and anxiety that flooded him.

“Listen, sweetheart. I’ll get you home. We’ll make sure you’re safe, ok? I’ll get one of my guys on your door and he’ll stick with you till we have this creep dealt with. But you gotta help me. You think you can do that?”

“A-anything, Mister Cobblepot. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me, kid. But I need to know where you were. Anything you can tell me.”

She started to speak but he silenced her with a gesture.

“Not right now, you need to be warm, safe, before you even think about doing anything else. You need a drink. We’ll go back to the club, ok?”

Nodding quietly, sniffling back some tears, Oswald’s new ward got into the back seat of the car, resting her head against the window as Oswald drove back to the club to formulate his plan.

Everyone would know who this stranger was. He’d be the guy that Oswald Cobblepot strung up in pieces across Gotham. They idiot who crossed the wrong man.

#finnie writes #penguin x you #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #batman fanfic #the batman 2022 #colin farrell penguin #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you

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11 | Ass kicking

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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The next morning I was rudely awaken by Bam and Ryan pulling the blankets off me then a buck of cold water really waking me up. "GOD DAMN IT!" I yell at them getting out of bed soaking wet.

"You would win a wet t-shirt contest." Bam chuckles and I didn't even care.

"I'm gonna kill you." I say through my teeth. "Dunn! Eyes up here!" I yell at him so he runs out first then Bam pulls out a camera taking a picture before following. "You fuckers!" I scream running after them not giving a shit I was in a wet tight shirt and underwear. "Margera, give me that camera! Dunn!" I run into the room where they were with everyone else.

"Just let me keep the picture please." He laughs as I try getting to him.

"No!" I rush after and buy since Ryan thought he was in the clear I stop and grab his junk and twist it. He groans in pain and that distracts Bam so I go tackle him. The guys oh as I straddle him and take the camera out of his hand.

"All you had to do was ask, mama." Bam places his hands on my hips so I punch him in the chest before getting up.

"Alex..." Johnny says my name as everyone looks at me.

"Oh no!" I fake like I care. "Yes, you can basically see my tits though my shirt and I'm in my panties. Enjoy it." I fake a smile then go back to my room to get dressed.

A few of us end up going to a dojo where they would be doing a few bits and I was there just to watch. For Bamboo boo Weeman, Loomis, Preston, Chris, and Steve-O get hurt in the butt with the stick. That damn mark after a few seconds, I really understood the pain they had for a bit. Since Johnny didn't take part in that he ends up getting kicked hard in the ribs instead of the chest which I hiss at.

For Ryan was getting his ass kicked by a Woman's Lightweight Champion and he wasn't that nervous till we got to see her practice. "It will be over quickly so you didn't worry." I pat Ryan's back.

"I could sure go for a Miller High Life." He tells the camera making us laugh.

"Oh, you're in so much trouble." Johnny says as Ryan whines.

"In blue corner...West Chester, Pennsylvania... Ryan Dunn." The man introduces him so we applaud for him. "In the red corner... Double-K World Women's Lightweight Champion... Kumagai, Naoka." We applaud for her too.

"I'm about to get the shit kicked out of me by a girl." Ryan looks into the camera.

"To be honest, Alex would have this morning if she wasn't holding back." Chris adds and I agree with him.

We just watch Ryan get the shit kicked out of him and it was hilarious. "Oh, god, my jaw is like two inches to the left." Ryan says as my phone starts to ring. I slightly worry since it was from my parents since it was late back home.

"What's wrong?" I answer the call walking away from everyone.

"You didn't tell me Caiden was allergic to soy. How could you forget to tell me?" My mom raises her voice at me.

"I thought you knew since he was born?!" I shout at her.

"Well I guess I forgot but you should have wrote it down on his meds list." She snaps at me.

"Mom, it is... What did he eat? How bad is it?" I ask pacing around the empty room.

"Well he wanted some ice cream and the one we had was soy based. We didn't know so we had to take him to the hospital." She tell me and I almost lose it.

"Can I talk to him?" I ask calmly and she puts him on the phone. "Is grandma still in the room?" I ask him.

"No, she left to go smoke." You could her he didn't sound well.

"Did you try warning grandma that something was wrong?" I ask him.

"Yes but she told me it was nothing just that dairy upset me stomach. I told her no since I was having trouble breathing and was dizzy, but she told me to go to bed." He starts to cry and I hear her come back into the room. "Put grandma on the phone please. I love you baby."

"By mom. Love you too."

"You are a terrible grandmother!" I yell at her pissed off. "He tells you he can't breath and dizzy and you have the nerve to tell him go to bed? Did you wait for him to blackout and break out in a rash?" I ask and wait for an answer but she talked too long. "YOU DID DIDN'T YOU?!" I hang up and call Chris's mom and tell her everything and that I want her to take him and keep him while I'm away for the movie.

"Are you okay?" Johnny comes into the room.

"No! My mother is terrible! She could've killed my son because she didn't remember his allergy to soy. She had to take him to the hospital because he blacked out is a huge rash. She gave him soy based ice cream and he didn't know it was. He tried telling her but she didn't care he couldn't breathe. I called Chris's mom to go get him so he can stay with them till we get back."

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Breath before you blackout." He grabs me by my shoulders holding me still. "Breath sweetie." He takes slow breaths making me do it to.

"I just can't believe that women. I should have known because how she was with me growing up. I was never the favorite and really wasn't when I got pregnant with him." I move away from Johnny upset.

"At least you can trust and relay on Chris's parents to take care of Caiden while we're gone." He moves hair out of my face.

"How are you feeling?" I step back as I see Ryan enter the room eyeing us.

"Jaw still hurts. I wanted come check on you. I hear you shouting." He walks over to us.

"Just my mom being a terrible grandmother so I had to call Chris's mom to pick him up from my mom." I roll my eyes.

"She didn't remember Caiden has a soy allergy and then didn't care he had a reaction." Johnny adds to let Ryan understand.

"What a bitch. I'm not surprised because of the way she talked to you that day we ran into her at the store." Ryan brings up so I nod my head as Johnny says he'll be right back.

"Sorry for interrupting." Ryan makes a face walking to stand in front of me.

"You didn't interrupt anything. I should actually thank you for stopping what could have happened."

"No! Let it happen. See what could happen." I slap him to shut him up.

"No. I don't want to be in a relationship."

"Then the two of you just mess around while we film." He says making me slap him upside the head.

"No. That won't help my feelings go away, Dunn." I explain so he nods his head with a thinking face.

"What if you two mess around but you also mess around with others so you don't get attached to him?"

"Others? I'm supposed to find random guys everywhere we go?" I cross my arms.

"Or use some of us. We won't mind. Especially Bam." He joke but I knew deep down he was serious at the same time.

"That's not funny." I punch him in the arm. "I'm not getting with any of y'all to get over Johnny."

"Easy. I'm already hurt and I was joking." He rubs his arm when I punched him.

"Where you really though?" I glare at him and he makes a guilty face. "I hate you."

"If you hated me, you wouldn't still be here talking to me baby." He kisses my cheek. "Remember that offer." He winks walking away from me.

"In your dreams, Dunn. And Bam's too!"

#jackass #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #wee man #dave england #ehren mcghehey #preston lacy #jeff tremaine #spike jonze #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass forever #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville ff #Johnny knoxville fanfic #smut

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TIMING: A few weeks ago. Before nice™Alan. LOCATION: A construction project, west of Wicked’s Rest PARTIES: Alan @alan-duarte & Alex @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Alan and Alex meet in one of the realtor’s construction projects. Barking ensues. CONTENT WARNINGS: Parental death (mentioned)

Gatlin Fields were not nearly as developed as the rest of the town, and though a lot of people enjoyed this endless expanse of grass and wheat, the rural smell of manure, or driving behind cattle heading back to the barn (Alan included), Wicked’s rest needed to expend, especially with the Serpent’s flat covering now a fifth of it.

He had bought a large lot of land up there, and the city council had agreed to the construction of over two hundred homes. The local taxes would bring a lot of money to their pockets, Alan, in the meantime, would get even more with each plot he’d sell to buyers. That was, if defenders of the toads (this still irked him to no avail), finally decided to fuck off from the bog and let the servicing of the land happen.

Parking the Maserati on the side of the road, he had gone to the trunk to trade his italian leather brogues with rubber boots and put on his colorful Cotopaxi rain jacket, a birthday present from his sister that while it clashed with his aesthetic, was too pretty to stay in the closet.

Walking up to the lot of protestors, who, he had no doubt, would reek of cheap marijuana and alternative bathing methods, the man ignored the booing and crossed his arms over his chest. “Who is in charge?” His stern, no bullshit tone, he hoped would deter them from being sassy. All he wanted was to get back to the car before it started to rain. Those dark clouds couldn’t be announcing anything good.

As Alex looked over the signs she’d stayed up all night painting with a couple of classmates looked great, but the last minute effort had left her feeling especially drained as she twirled the cold brew coffee in her reusable around before she took a gulp. Some of the other students came to show her their signs and she smiled in kind. “Looks great,” she laughed, “and we have a pretty good turn out.”

It was about time to gather everyone to pep them up and remind them why they were here, but Alex could hear footsteps approaching that were heavier approaching. The voice that followed caused her features to harden into a glare until she faced the man who sounded ready to lecture her. “That’d be me,” she responded as she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked the older man over, “Let me guess, you’re the connard in charge of building the tacky houses.”

“Alan Duarte,” he gave the girl a smile, smoothing out his tie against his crisp white shirt before crossing his arms again. The French bit was intriguing. Québec or France? He wouldn’t have been able to tell, but still, he wondered. Either way, he wasn’t really gonna let that impress him at all. Of course, there wasn’t much that impressed him. Alan had worked hard to make sure he’d always been one step ahead, and these people… Certainly he did not have to look so jaded about them, but weren’t they the fucking cliché. What a sorry pathetic bunch of hemp cultists, the businessman thought as he turned his attention back toward her. “This is a private property. You’re all trespassing and I’m going to kindly ask you to leave,” of course, more booing would follow. He felt as though he was talking to toddlers in their no stage (he could thank his siblings for knowing what the hell a no stage was). “This entire area has been purchased by myself and my clients, and you’re delaying a lot of people’s life projects here with your self centered attitude,” he didn’t need to drag them, but it wasn’t like he cared for their feelings, or their opinion. These people would never be owners.

Everything about the man was polished in a way that had Alex on the defensive. No matter how much she tried to put on the part of a put together young adult at school and dressed according to her bright spring color palette, she still donned almost an entirely thrift store wardrobe. She loved her pale blue button down blouse and dark wash jeans. When she looked in the mirror that morning, she knew she left no crumbs with this look, but people with money always seemed to look at the world with a whole different set of standards. “Alan,” she smiled with a false sweetness that could very easily be read for what it was, “I’m Alex Bennett. Event planner for UMWR’s Conservation Club.”

The way he carried himself made it more than apparent he couldn’t care less about the ecological impact of misplacing this species of toads from the bog they called home. Alex had spent countless sleepless nights reading up on them in preparation for the protest. They were one of the few species of toads that could eat some of the supernatural bug species in the area. Something about the venom in their saliva and ph that went a little over her head, but she could understand the implication in the big picture of it all. “I don’t think you’ll be building anything here after the next town council meeting,” she retorted, matter of factly, “And people’s ‘life projects’ are hardly more important than protecting local wildlife that has a significant impact on the whole town.”

Overhead, the sky lit up with a crack of bright white lightning that sent a roll of thunder in its wake. Alex crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly unfazed by the incoming storm. A little rain had never bothered her even if it did leave her smelling vaguely like a wet dog, but something told her Mr. Maserati wasn’t the type of guy who liked ruining his business attire. “You better get back to your car before it starts coming down,” she said condescendingly, “would hate for you to ruin your hair.” As if on cue, a few drops of rain starting falling from the sky and she donned a shit-eating grin that dared him to test her.

Denim and pastels. She was the shining, stunning picture of the mainstream, cradled with the illusion of a better world, where everyone's voice matters. Alan welcomed her sight, and her introduction with a sonorous yawn. “Event planner?” Was that supposed to be a job? He had some doubts about it. “You sure know how to pick a venue,” he ironized, a crooked smile appearing on his face as he glanced around. The bog was quite the stinky, unwelcoming place, but once he dried it up and built over it, it would house one of the loveliest pieces of real estate in the area, all thanks to yours truly.

“The local wildlife is going to be relocated,” he flatly replied. As for the next town council meeting, Alan wasn’t worried about it. How many of his projects had been approved in the past? How many were rejected? The scales were tipped in his favor. It was near comical that she thought her bunch of pot smokers over there even stood a chance against him. Those frogs brought nothing to the town, other than their loud croaking disturbing the peace of the neighbors. Alan offered to move them someplace else, as a gesture of good faith, and bring in wealthy taxpayers in exchange for those freeloaders. The math was easy, it revulsed him that college level kids couldn’t manage that.

The sound of thunder brought a frown to his face. Great, he was going to smell like a fucking wet dog, again. Pulling his hood over his head, the realtor put his hands in his pockets, shaking his head at her as she taunted him about the state of his hair. It did look like he put some effort into achieving that look. “It won’t get ruined, I use olaplex,” he explained, with a smile so wide it could have belonged to his lupine half.

The fact this man had suggested something as simple as rehoming the wildlife, as if it was that easy, only made Alex grow more frustrated. She rolled her eyes and let out a scoff. “Right, because that’s just such a simple thing to do for a species that has very specific habitat needs,” she spat, “And the location is important, so I’d say I did a good job. If you move these toads, you’re gonna have some parasitic insect species overpopulating the area.” It’d serve the man right to end up with eurynomos or eintykara swarming the likely overpriced homes that Alan wanted to build.

As if to add dramatic effect, a bolt of lightning lit up the cloudy sky before it was followed by a deafening crack of thunder that made her grimace. Despite the fact Alex had wanted supernatural hearing growing up, she wasn’t so fond of it at that moment. Or any moment really, since the enhanced senses had nothing to do with the ranger lineage of her family. The clouds in the sky overhead were a dark, smoky gray and she already dreaded the eventual downpour. It was one thing to smell like a wet dog at work, but she was surrounded by peers and a far too arrogant businessman. “Don’t think olaplex will save you from looking like a drowned rat, princess,” she shot back.

On cue, the torrential downpour started and Alex knew she was the one out here probably looking like a drowned animal considering she was an animal of sorts, if monsters could be classified as animals biologically. There wasn’t really a place in biological domains and kingdoms for the supernatural though maybe that was a project she could start. The others had already been wearing the ponchos she’d stolen from the Dollar Store for everyone, but she hadn’t been quite as prepared for herself. She could already pick up on the wet canine smell, but there was something else that wasn’t entirely her. Her eyes widened when she realized the other dog-like smell was coming from Mr. Olaplex himself. “Y- you’re,” she rambled nervously, “Like me?” She pointed to her nose, hoping it was enough for him to pick up on. If he made all that money, Alan had to have some common sense, right?

“If they can only survive in this specific bog, they might not be fit for survival, don’t you think?” It never ceased to make him roll his eyes, people fighting nature. By design, humans were conquerors, aiming for the top of the food chain. Alan knew he didn’t wait for the bite to make that come true. Sure, turning into the big bad wolf helped him a lot, but he got rid of business opponents without it, and he was certain he would have made it without his lupine friend.

“You’re just delaying the inevitable,” he pointed out. Slipping his hands in his pockets, Alan sighed. What was she even talking about? “What parasitic insects? Mosquitoes?” Those weren’t even parasitic.

He wouldn’t be the one living here. What would he care? If it was worse than he anticipated, he’d just find a hunter and grease their murderous hand with a stack of money.

There was an age when he wouldn’t have budged in the face of tonitruant thunder, but those days were gone. His shoulders tensed, and the man cringed in distaste. “I’ve been in Afghanistan, I think I’ll live,” he didn’t seem so convinced about it, but hoped his words would do the job of conveying this idea : don’t fuck with me.

He wiped the first drops of water from his cheek, but that damn smell would be there soon. It came from her before it did him. Fuck. Alan’s eyes darted from the dark menacing clouds back to her. He hadn’t met another wolf in a few years. Though he had put a few hunters in their grave in that span of time, the wolf population had dropped enough it made meeting new folks complicated. “Oh God,” had to be a fucking hippie. Shit. And he could already feel his heart shifting, disdain being replaced with the sort of affection that came with a sense of belonging. “I… Who…” He had been a lot more eloquent before. “Really?”

The man was not budging and the willful obtuse manner in which he spoke about simply rehoming wildlife still ground her gears more than Alex cared to admit. Her purpose had been all but swept from underneath her feet the night she was bitten. She’d never be able to protect the world by fighting monsters. Even with how much time she spent in the gym, her strength would never match Andy’s or Kaden’s. But protecting the environment and the planet? That was something she could still do, though the way Alan continued to shoot down her efforts made her doubt she could even do that.

“If you say so,” Alex relented, not really wanting to ask why he was in Afghanistan when she was pretty sure she could deduce as much. Her mind was more wrapped around the fact he was a werewolf like her and what that could mean. A wave of anxiety ran through her. Despite spending most of her life as a werewolf, it was still hard to forget everything her parents had drilled into her brain from the time she could understand words. That didn’t go away overnight, not that she was sure it went away at all. She struggled living with what she was most days and she hadn’t actually gotten to know another werewolf.

“Really,” Alex answered as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. There was a swirl of different emotions that she couldn’t bring herself to parse, but she found herself not backing away as she normally would. Most of the others had cleared out with the last bolt of lightning, but she found she was stuck in place, unsure of what to do or say. The man was still irritating but there was a certain pull there too. One that made her more inclined to crack a joke despite the fact they’d been arguing only moments before. “Didn’t exactly pick out wet dog as my choice of perfume,” she attempted, but it fell flat, because of course now that they shared something in common, she was practically desperate for approval.

By this point, Alex was soaked to the bone and the lightning was getting dangerously close. She knew as much, had to clear people out of the park far before this point, but she couldn’t leave. “How long,” she asked.

“Well shit,” Alan wasn’t a skilled liar. He could argue his way through most things, but lying was never his forte. He would have made quite the shitty actor, this was for certain. “Fuck,” it had been a bit since he last saw another werewolf : those he had met were either dead or out of town for good. It wasn’t a good thought, not when faced with such a juvenile face. His gaze dropped to the floor, shielding his head from the rain, and himself from her inquiring eyes. Her joke did make him crack a small, sad smile, but one only he would be aware of.

Wiping his nose dry for just a second or two, he glanced back toward the young wolf.

“It’ll be eleven years on the 14th of July,” the thunder hit his ears once again, more forceful than before. The storm was getting closer. “Look Alex,” under other circumstances, Alan would have called her the wrong name, and he certainly wouldn’t have said that : “we need to get out of here,” the lightning lit up the dark sky again, as if to punctuate his words with one final definite period. If he was right about what he perceived from her, then she was as eager as he was to keep the conversation going, which certainly was just fucking ironic, considering how little he wanted to speak with her just moments ago. “You could come with me, tell them to go home, say that we’re gonna have a chat, you and I.” Which wasn’t to say that he was going to give up on his plans for this place, but this had bought her a whole new level of credibility.

“Eleven years,” Alex repeated, thinking back to how long it had been for her, “13 years for me.” Her voice quieted, trying to push out images of the night and the blood that splattered their campsite. Her hand instinctively went to the place the scar on her left hip was, the one that forever marred her and brought up a concerned furrow of brows of every girl who had ever seen it. It almost seemed to have a dull ache as she pushed the memory away, but she was certain that it was her imagination. That wound, at least the physical aspect of it, had long since healed.

Alex looked over to the staggering students who had covered up under ponchos and nodded. She approached them quickly, wanting to be sure they made it somewhere safe as quickly as possible. “Everyone, get out of here. The lightning is getting close and it’s not safe. I’m gonna take to the Big Wig and keep y’all posted,” she explained. There were a few reluctant nods, but most seemed glad to get somewhere warm and dry.

There was a pounding in her chest as she approached Alan again. In all this time, Alex had avoided getting to know another werewolf. She was taught to hate them, afterall. If she couldn’t shed that hatred when looking in the mirror, how was she supposed to approach another werewolf with understanding? But the complicated web her logic had woven was getting more tangled together. Everything her parents had taught her was challenged daily by the fact Alex herself had never killed anyone. Then she spoke to Teagan, who had kindly released her from a bind without prompting. And Alan, well aside from being a rich jackass, didn’t look like a monster and his gaze had softened to a degree that made it even more difficult to make that correlation despite the fact they now both reeked of wet dog.

“Where to,” Alex asked, still reluctant as she looked at the overpriced vehicle. There was a whole whirlwind of questions in her mind, but Alan was older and had been a werewolf nearly as long as she had. Maybe he had a trick or two up his sleeve… and maybe there was something in his age that made her yearn for the approval her father never showed her, but that was neither here nor there. “Guessing you have some fancy pants office or something?”

“Thirteen years?” That made her both the youngest and oldest werewolf Alan knew at the moment. She must have been terribly young when she got bitten, and the mental image of a child being attacked by the sort of enormous beast they now turned into, that image made his stomach churn. How did she survive that?

Her court of poncho clad hippies took their leave, and Alan couldn’t help but find irony in a good shower being the downfall of these folks. Stereotypes sure had a long time ahead of them before they’d ever disappear. But, as funny as that thought was, the thunder was a dreadful reminder of his condition. Fucksake.

At least they’d be leaving this goddamn place now. He certainly wouldn’t be mad to see it disappear underneath concrete or to never see it again.

“My den in the middle of woods of course,” he smiled to himself, if only to appear like someone who had his shit together. Where to… He had his office, he had his house. The latter had towels and dry clothes, because he didn’t feel like showing up and letting his employees get the idea that he smelled exactly like a wet dog. The way they’d been standing in the pouring rain, it would take days to let the stench leave his car, which was already bad enough to him. “I’m taking you to my house. I’m not going back to work with that stench on me,” and her. “It’ll be a much better place to talk,” opening the car for them both, the wolf hurriedly rid himself of his raincoat, tossing it in the trunk before going to sit behind the wheel. He didn’t move for a second, contemplating what meeting her could possibly mean. Even if they belonged to different generations, different social classes and had different beliefs, perhaps they could make it work, stay alive, together. Lightning struck in the distance. Alan remained quiet, reaching for his phone to send a message of reassurance to a friend he knew wouldn’t be having a good time in this weather. “Coffee and a chat sounds good to you too?”

The look of sad perplexion that the older wolf tried to mask was one Alex was familiar with. There was a reason the young werewolf didn’t go around offering up information about herself without thinking it through. She was young, she knew the picture that came to mind when she said thirteen years was one of a small child being attacked by a monster. It would pull at anyone’s heart strings and the big shot realtor was no exception. But would that same soft spot still be intact if Alan knew why she’d been in the situation in the first place? That she was supposed to be trained to kill monsters like the both of them? It left a spinning feeling in her stomach so she simply nodded in response.

But then something hit her. Something akin to… kinship? Alex wondered if there was some universal appeal of the woods to werewolves, some sort of comfort in the quiet oasis it provided to they’re overactive myriad of senses. Maybe there was some sort of supernatural biological programming there though she wasn’t sure how much the principles of science really came into play with supernatural beings. It stood to reason that even supernatural creatures had instincts and roles in the local ecosystem just as any other species. She smiled softly once the group cleared out. “I’d expect nothing less,” she responded, “Mine is too… Well, more a really run-down rental cabin, but the rent is stupid cheap. Pretty sure the owner is a vampire and is just really out of touch with the current rental market.”

Her words were intended to lighten the moment a bit and maybe there was some small hope that they’d help with bridging the gap created by the very wrong foot they’d gotten off on. Alex had a whirlwind of complex feelings about what she was, but something in her still craved the older werewolf’s approval, and if she was being honest with herself, maybe even his guidance. For so long, she’d put off connecting with anyone like her because well… how could she reason with herself that she was a monster, but stay open to the idea that other werewolves weren’t monsters? Maybe she was tired of never feeling good enough, tired of trying to live up to the idea of being someone her parents would love if they could see her today. Another crackle of thunder rumbled the ground below them and she readily agreed to go with him to his house, a show of trust uncharacteristic of the young wolf.

“Coffee and a chat at your place it is,” Alex agreed more eagerly than she had meant to, despite the air of nonchalance she desperately wanted to portray. Her own father had always faulted showing signs of emotion. Something about giving your opponent an advantage and she had already decided Alan wasn’t an enemy, but how put together he was reminded her of her own father in a way, which made the show of excitement feel like a sign of weakness– a reason for him to write her off the same way her father had seemed to. “Spare you coworkers the stink. They’re already working weekends,” she joked, as if it brought back that air of cool she wanted to wrap herself in, “Hope you’ve got oat milk.”

#letsbenditlikebennett #alex threads #under blue moon threads #wickedswriting

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yorshie · 1 year

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*Stares at the writing, shakes it sideways, turns it upside down and squints* Guys. I think this is from a Mob AU. It's definitely rottmnt, because there is no way on earth bayverse Leo acts like this. I used Winnie, which is the OC I use in place of a reader when I get tired of writing in second person, or when things might get too *spicy* for second person, so I have no idea where I was going with this.

summary, warnings: Snark. snark. did I mention snark? I'm pretty sure I was just having fun writing imaginary banter. I used breaks in between the snippets so you know when something moves on. Also, just realizing the texting I added was with Donnie, not Leo. Like I said, no idea where this was going.

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“What is that?” He snagged her wrist, tilted the appendage to get a better look. “Is that cold pizza?”

“I haven’t eaten yet, nosy.”

“Donnie didn’t think to feed you before dropping you off?”

She shot him a dirty look, and he rolled his eyes skyward.

“Of course, he didn’t. Go get your coat.” He gestured, let her wrist slip out of his grasp.

“Leo- what, why?”

“I’m taking you to get some food.” Was all he said, as if it was obvious, striding for the door without looking to see if she followed.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Leo.”

That small smirk pulled back on his snout as he looked over his shoulder. “Oh? do you wanna be?”

She snorted in answer, pulling a chuckle from him as he held the door open. “Smart answer. Now get your coat. If you catch a cold I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Please tell me you are at least driving something sensible tonight.”

“How do you know I didn’t just portal?”

He must of seen the fear on her face, because he quickly added. “I’m joking. I drove. But eh, it’s not sensible.”

“Figures. I don’t think you have a sensible bone in your body.”

He hummed out a laugh, a wicked uptick on one side of his face, and she blatantly shivered. “No. Whatever just went through that pretty head of yours, just. No.”

“Boo.” He said, following after her, and she stopped short seeing the sleek, hungry looking, midnight blue car parked in front of her grandmother’s house.

“Holy shit.” A quick glance between him and the car. “How the hell do you fit in this thing?”

“Carefully.”

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“I only drive this when I don’t want my date getting handsy.”

“Yea, no shit.” She was wedged in the microscopic seat, the thrum of the engine behind her an all consuming shake, the chuckling turtle a good two feet away across the panel of controls in the middle. She eyed the stick for a moment, and he caught the wheels turning as he checked the camera to pull out on the street.

“You thought I’d be an automatic guy?”

“I plead the fifth.” She tensed as he pulled into traffic, conscious that they were starting to gain speed in the metal rocket.

“Hah, killjoy. Not even brave enough to get the joke out.”

“I’m too busy being terrified for my life.” It was bitten out, clearly a joke, but his face softened, and she nearly flinched as his hand reached out and rubbed the side of her neck before dropping back to the console.

“I’ve got you, pretty baby. No need for fear.” That coo, however, was all amusement.

“Fear intensifies.”

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D: It seems you are in need of a friend, dear Winnifred.

W: How the hell did you get this number?

D: Your grandmother. I quote “Winnie’s been working so hard lately, but she doesn’t have many friends here.”

W: Jesus Christ.

D: I could go on but we both know older folks have no filter.

W: You better take whatever she said to the grave. I am happy. I have lots of friends.

D: Doubt.

I’m not sure how I fit into the whole friend category, but I thought the chance to bully you too opportune to miss.

W: Of course you did. I’m saving this number as Purple Pain.

D: Acceptable.

What are you doing tonight?

W: Up-potting some roses and watching MASH. You?

D: Meeting my brother for some drinks.

W: That sounds - actually that sounds like a handful.

D: Indeed. Would you accompany me?

W: As in, a date?

D: As in, I don’t have anyone to go with, it’s expected, and I have no one else I would care to ask.

W: … Sure. What’s the dress code?

D: Dress, please. Something either neutral, or purple, modern, tasteful.

W: Right, right. Statement.

D: Heels.

W: You better be buying drinks if you think you’re getting heels, bud.

D: How I’ve missed your playground antics, Winnifred.

W: I missed you too, nerd

Her fingers paused, reading over the statement. Found she meant it, and took a deep breath, hit send.

His answer came a little later, long enough that she had moved from the living room to the bedroom that had started to feel like her own, trying to remember where the heels she could dance in were.

D: I’ll pick you up at 8.

Oh, she was going to make him pay.

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nokingsonlyfooles · 8 months

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WTYP: The Shandor Building, Part 8

[Do you like the colour of the fanfic? This is long and if you expand it you're gonna get the whole thing, because Tumblr hates you. Don't say I didn't warn you!]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Part 8: Disaster Roulette: Horse Viscera

[Beware of strong language, mention of all kinds of death, gore, and Lovecraftian horror.]

[SLIDE: The Atmospheric Railway.]

D: Wow.

A: That smells amazing!

L: Is that pancakes? Is that pancakes or am I having a stroke?

R: It’s pancakes. On the little stove right here. Says it’s “The First Dining-Car-Powered Railway.”

D: So we have full access to any bullshit you made up during the episode?

R: Seems like it.

L: Is there syrup?

A: I don’t think we mentioned syrup…

D: Still! Pancakes and no imminent threat of death! Well done, lady and gents!

D [text over slide]: I FEEL LIKE SUCH A FOOL.

D: Pancakes all around and let’s have a chat about traaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII — !

[sounds of WTYP inadvertently setting an 1884 land speed record, and 75 seconds of screams]

D [text over slide]: I HAVE EDITED OUT QUITE A BIT MORE SCREAMING. UNFORTUNATELY, WE HAD ACCESS TO ANY BULLSHIT WE MADE UP DURING THE EPISODE, AND SO DID GOZER. I WILL NOT ELABORATE, BUT HERE IS AN ARTIST’S DEPICTION.

[Postproduction image of blood-drenched Carrie at the prom.]

[more screaming, human language slowly becoming intelligible]

D [louder and louder to be heard above the others]: DEAD AIR AND SCREAMING! DEAD AIR AND SCREAMING! WE’RE ONLY RECORDING DEAD AIR AND SCREAMING! FOR GOD’S SAKE, CLEAR THE BLOOD OUT OF YOUR MICS AND SAY SOMETHING FUNNY!

A: I HAVE DISEASES THEY HAVEN’T EVEN INVENTED YET AND THEY’RE GOING TO NAME THEM ALL AFTER ME! I’LL BE STUCK WITH THIS NAME FOR THE REST OF MY SHORT LIFE! “Oh, Alice Caldwell-Kelly? Did you discover Alice Caldwell-Kelly Syndrome?” “I AM ALICE CALDWELL-KELLY SYNDROME!”

L: I HAD MY MOUTH OPEN!

G: HA HA HA. DON’T YOU LIKE HORSIES, W’TYP [somehow pronouncing it like R’lyeh]?

D: WE PREFER THEM IN ONE FUCKING PIECE!

R: Yeah, that shouldn’t have been like that.

A: Oh, my God, how did I ever think horse viscera was funny?

D: Then think of something else!

A: Nothing is ever going to be funny ever again, and I am going to die in a pocket dimension, covered in horse-and-rat smoothie.

L: And pancakes.

A: And pancakes. …Rocz, what?

R: You got a little piece of tail, right, right there…

D [text over slide]: I HAVE EDITED OUT A FURTHER 45 SECONDS OF MASS VOMITING. IT WAS NOT VERY FUNNY.

A [exhausted]: Just kill us already.

L: Please.

D: Same.

R: Motion carries.

G: POOR, PITIFUL W’TYP. THE ATMOSPHERIC RAILWAY NEVER KILLED ANYONE.

A: Right? So? Now what?

G: I SHALL INDUCE YOU TO [bleep] YOURSELVES! [lower voice] YOU MAY BLEEP THAT IN POST, DEVON. IF YOU SURVIVE!

D [text over slide]: I LIVED, BITCH.

A: Oh, fuck off.

L: Boo! Weak!

R: Not happening.

D: Lazy cunt.

[sounds of WTYP throwing horse-viscera-soaked pancakes]

G: [clearing throat] “SO, WHEN YOU THREE TELL US YOUR PRONOUNS YOU ARE KIDDING, RIGHT? L-O-L!”

A: Oh, God, xe’s reading the comments!

D: No! Never read the comments!

G: “HEY YOU ALL. I AM JUST GOING TO GIVE YOU SOME FEEDBACK FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T LIKE PODCASTS AT ALL. YOU CAN PROBABLY GUESS WHAT THOSE CRITICISMS ARE. I AM HERE TO LEARN ABOUT URBAN PLANNING AND ENGINEERING…” [continuing faintly under the following]

L: Frig. Why did we start pinning the worst ones?

R: It was funny.

D: Xe could at least stick to the ones from the Atmospheric Railway.

R: They were largely positive, though.

A: Boys, I’m going to be really honest with you, I’ve been through some shit in my time, and this is all getting to be a bit much. It’s not so much the negative comments — although it stings a bit more to hear them out loud — it’s being trapped in an alternate hell dimension with no hope of escape. I mean, where does it all end? Just podcasting, negative comments and engineering disasters, for all eternity?

R: It’s been a pretty fun time, right up until just recently…

A: WE WEREN’T COVERED IN PURÉED HORSE UNTIL JUST RECENTLY! [sigh] If we can’t find a way out of this, it’s only a matter of time before I embrace that suction tube and give the horse-and-rat smoothie an Alice boost. Your thoughts?

R: I always figured a god would hafta come kill me to take me out, but I ain’t ready to give up yet.

D: But as it stands, we can only play to a stalemate, and then Gozer changes xyr form again. We need a means of attack. Can you think of an episode where you speculated about… about somehow wounding the disaster? Or… I don’t know, fixing it?

L: I dunno, Dev. They just always seemed so inevitable.

R: We’ve got slides of ‘em.

A: It’s always been more of a gallows humour kind of thing.

D: Superpowers? Did you ever give each other superpowers?

R: Other than the power of knowledge?

D: The power of knowledge isn’t going to dent a fucking god, Rocz! Gods do not work that way!

L: What about… The Frankford Junction Wreck?

A: [sigh] Sleep deprivation isn’t much of a superpower…

L: No, not that.

A: What? Rocz’s well-known love of trains, or… Oh. [laugh] Oh, yes. That might be of considerable assistance.

R: Something other than my well-known love of trains?

A: Shh! Don’t let on!

D: Whose pick is it? Alice had one, and Rocz had one, and we all said this one together.

L: It’s either you or me, buddy. So just don’t stop thinking about the Frankford Junction Wreck…

G: “…I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR BANTER. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE EDUCATIONAL. NOT ENTERTAINMENT.”

L: Fuck, that was all one comment, wasn’t it?

R: Yep, that was a longy.

A: With no line breaks.

R [to Gozer, flatly]: No.

G: “CAN YOU NOT JUST ENGAGE WITH CRITICISM? THIS WAS ALL SINCERE. I LIKE YOU INDIVIDUALLY AND MOST OF ALL…” [continuing faintly under the following]

D [text over slide]: I CONTROL THE AUDIO MIXING. I AM THE GOD OF EDITING.

D: I don’t think we’re getting out of this until Gozer gets tired of commenting or runs out of material…

A: Xe’s not going to run out of material, this is only from Episode Six!

D: Keep it together, Alice…

L: Don’t worry! I got your back, babygirl. HEY! GOZER! ANCIENT SUMERIAN GODS EAT SHIT!

G: L-O-L! UMAD [pronounced “oomad”] BRO?

L: YEAH! YOU BET I’M MAD! I EXIST ON THE INTERNET, I DO NOT CONFORM TO CONVENTIONAL STANDARDS OF MALE BEAUTY, AND I’M JEWISH! MY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ARGUING WITH GODS SINCE YOU WERE PISSING IN YOUR ANCIENT SUMERIAN DIAPERS! AND I’M ABOUT TO START MAKING ACTIONABLE THREATS!

D [text over slide]: I GOT YOUR BACK, BABYGIRL.

L: SO WHY DON’T YOU [bleep] YOURSELF IN THE [bleep] BEFORE I [bleep] AND [bleep] ALL YOUR FOLLOWERS IN A KIDDIE POOL OF YOUR OWN [bleep] WITH [bleep] AND [bleep] AND YOUR LITTLE DOGS TOO! UNTIL YOU [bleep] AND I HOPE YOU [bleep] IN [bleep] AND SAY HELLO TO ELON MUSK AND ADOLF HITLER WHILE YOU’RE AT IT! I’LL [bleep] ALL THREE OF YOU [bleep] IN A LAKE OF [bleep] AND [bleep] AND THEN I’LL TOWEL YOU OFF AND FIRE YOU OUT OF A ROCKET INTO THE SUN! AND THAT LAST PART IS NOT ACTIONABLE, I DO NOT HAVE A ROCKET!

G [scandalized]: ELON MUSK?

L: Yeah!

G: THAT WAS GENUINELY HURTFUL.

L: You bet it was! And I got a lot more where that came from!

G: “I HATE TO CRITICIZE A GENERALLY SUPERB PROGRESSIVE PODCAST, ESPECIALLY SINCE MY SON IS ONE OF THE PRESENTERS, BUT…”

D: Oh, God.

R: Is that…?

A: It’s Liam’s dad!

G: “EUROCENTRIC THINKING SHOULD BE DENOUNCED. INFRASTRUCTURE IS NOT JUST AEUROPEAN THING? WHEN WHITE PEOPLE SHOWED UP IN THE US IN THE 17TH CENTURY ANDNEEDED TO BUILD ROADS TO CONNECT WHAT WOULD BE LARGE POLLUTED CONGESTED CITIES 4 CENTURIES LATER, THEY FOUND, OF ALL THINGS, INDIGENOUS PEOPLE’S ROADS A/K/A INDIAN TRAILS. THESE ROADS WERE GRADUALLY WIDENED, PAVED, AND GIVEN ROUTE NUMBERS. MOST OF THIS HAD TO WAIT UNTIL RTHNIC CLEANSING AND THE INVENTION OF THE AUTOMOBILE WERE ACCOMPLISHED. TRY STATE ROUTE 2 PARENTHESIS MOHAWK THE MOHAWK TRAIL CLOSE PARENTHESIS COMMA.”

A: Liam…? Are you okay…?

L [tearfully]: That was valid, sincere criticism from an honorable man — AND YOU ARE NONE OF THOSE THINGS, YOU PLAGIARIZING BITCH-BASTARD!

G: IT WAS VERY POORLY FORMATTED.

L: It was BEAUTIFULLY formatted! I JUST COME FROM A LONG LINE OF PASSIONATE MEN! And when I see my dad again — and I WILL, because you’re going DOWN IN FLAMES — I’m going to give him a BIG HUG!

[applause, cheering from the rest of WTYP]

VINZ CLORTHO (V): We are valid.

A: Fuck! Shit! Where did that come from?

R: They’re eating the pancakes.

ZUUL (Z): [hissing]

R: We’re eating the pancakes, sorry.

V: You have hurt our feelings.

L: You’re trying to kill us! [clearing throat] Alice, do you have a cough drop or something?

A: Eat this cigarette. They work for me.

V: You must die so the new world can be born.

Z: A new world with more tummy rubs.

L: What? I will rub your tummies right now!

Z: [hisses]

V: No. We do not like you anymore. [to Rocz] Die well, doughnut-giver.

G: SINCE WE ARE ONCE AGAIN AT AN IMPASSE, I AM [sigh] ONCE AGAIN OFFERING THE CHANCE TO CHOOSE A NEW FORM.

R: No.

D: We’re fine.

G: NOT EVEN INTO SOMETHING THAT ISN’T COVERED IN PURÉED HORSE AND RAT?

A: No, this… This is great. We like this.

L: We eat horse and rat pancakes for breakfast!

V [faintly, mouth full]: We have much in common, you and us. It is a shame you must die!

G: ALL RIGHT. AND WAITING BEHIND DOOR NUMBER “FUCK YOU,” YOUR NEXT ENGINEERING DISASTER IS…?

WTYP, together: The Frankford Junction Wreck!

R: For some reason.

Part 9

#wtyp #well there's your problem #ghostbusters #long reads #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover fic #gozer the gozerian #alice caldwell-kelly #liam anderson #justin roczniak #devon #engineering disasters #podcast

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kindnessisweakness2 · 2 years

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Perfect Chaos- Part 3!

Riley huffed loudly, red faced and sweaty as she rushed into her best friends apartment when she opened the door. Leaning her body against the door, she took a deep breath and looked at her only friend in panic. “Damn RyRy! Where’s the fire?” Lina giggled at her friend as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a coffee. Riley stood still. Guilt and panic weighing heavily on her chest. She really had messed up big this time. Lina’s head reappeared in her doorway, confusion clear on her face. Tears welled in Riley’s eyes as she looked at her best friend. “I’ve cheated on Jake!” Riley cried out not being able to hold it in anymore. “And it was the best sex of my life!” Lina burst out laughing. “Well Jake’s a dick. Ive never liked him you know that." Riley's eyes widened at her friends comment. Standing there flabbergasted Riley didn't know how to respond. Lina cocked her eyebrow in question "so you gonna get your ass in here and tell me about this dicking down or you gonna stand there all day?" Lina laughed and made her way to her dining table, Riley following behind her. "I'm dead when he finds out." Riley covered her face. Lina rolled her eyes at her friend. "You know if I ever find out he's put his hands on you I'll fuck him up Ry." There was a moment of heavy silence as Lina sipped her coffee. "Now tell me about your new boo. Who was it?" Riley peeped at her from behind her fingers. "Angel." She squeaked timidly and a wide smile crossed Lina's face. "Damn that boy is finnnne! You go girl!" Riley shook her head and smiled at her friends comment. "He was so nice. Gentle. I've never had that with Jake." Her cheeks flushed bright red as she confessed to her friend. "Jake never cares if I get mine too y'know. He just makes me face away from him so he won't have to look at me. Gets it over and done with. But angel? Fuck he made it his mission to make sure I was good, like he cared about me y'know?" Lina smiled at her friend "The way i see it is simple. Fuck Jake off and JUMP on Angel day and night, bitch!” Riley rolled her eyes at her friend. “Its not that simple Lina, I cant jump from member to member. Ill be looked at as a whore. Im just a one night stand to Angel. Him and Jake dont get on. Maybe im just a way for him to get one over on Jake.” Tears welled in Rileys eyes as she thought about everything. “And i let him. Im the worst girlfriend ever.” Lina grabbed Rileys hands as she began to cry. “Does Jake make you happy? Can you see yourself with him for the rest of your life?” Riley shrugged her shoulders at her best friend. “Thats the thing Lina. I dont think he ever has made me happy.”

Riley took a deep breath as she stood under the hot shower. The feeling of the water hitting her back and the sting of the temperature helped her focus. Her mind had been on overload these last few hours. She had so many different feelings passing through her, the main two being guilt and shame. However she also couldnt deny the feelings that settled in her heart for Angel. As stupid as it sounds she would give anything to be able to spend another night with him. The sound of her front door opening cut her thoughts short. Shit. That would be Jake. Quickly finishing washing her body, Riley rushed out of the shower and got dressed into black gym shorts and a grey t-shirt. Making her way to the living room, her stomach turned in panic when her eyes fell on Jake. He was sat on the sofa, head down with his hands clasped together. He was angry. She could feel it coming off of him in waves. “Hey Babe. Everything ok?” Riley questioned as she cautiously made her way towards him. He stayed silent, not even moving his head to look at her. Fuck. That was not a good sign. The second she lay her hand on his shoulder, he lept up from his seat and forcefully threw her against the wall. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Jake roared. Riley held her breath as she slid down the wall trying to protect herself from the blows that were coming next. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO NEAR ANGEL. YOU KNOW WE HAVE PROBLEMS. AND I FIND OUT FROM A FUCKING PROSPECT YOU ASKED HIM TO BRING YOU HOME LAST NIGHT!” Jake screamed as he pulled Riley from the floor to stand. “I-I had no one else to ask. He was leaving anyway. I-I didnt want to disturb anyone else. They all were still partying.” Riley tried to reason with him but he was beyond that point. She could see it in his eyes, but she was just thankful he didnt know about them sleeping together. “HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN? I HAD YOUR KEY! AND DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Jake shook Riley forcefully gripping her wrists. Here it was. Her opportunity to tell the truth, come clean and take the beating. She just couldnt do it. Her fear of what he would do, to her and to Angel, wouldnt let her. “I asked Angel to take me to Lina’s. I used her key.” Thinking quickly Riley prayed he would believe her. Jake breathed heavily through his nose as he glared hard at Riley,searching her face for the slightest hint of a lie. Shoving her hands away from him he looked away from her and spoke like she was nothing. Like he had no emotional connection to the girl infront of him at all. "There's another club party tonight. Your coming. We leave in 10." Riley shook her head and started to protest. "I can't. Babe I have work-" Riley cut herself off with a gasp at the force she felt when he grabbed her shoulders. "Don't fucking argue." Riley nodded. "Can I change my clothes before we leave please?" She asked quietly trying not to look at him. "No. Your fine as you are. Nobody wants to look at you anyway."

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