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kishibei · 1 year

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MOUTH BREATHIN'

shidou ryusei x reader | pwp smut, 18+ | 1.1k words

summary: when your boyfriend's team loses yet another game, you lose your temper. you like to run your mouth and shidou's got just the solution to the problem...

cont: throat fucking, hair pulling, rough sex, degradation, light dacryphilia (?), shidou is mean !!!

shidou doesn't know when to stop. he's never been good at it; knowing how far is too far when it comes to anyone but himself.

your knees hurt more than anything and that jaw he's holding open feels like it's about to unhinge when he tells you to open wider. ryusei's never been gentle, but this feels like it's gonna be his worst— you know it is.

maybe you should've been a little nicer to your boyfriend after his game today; offering him a sweet little kiss and some encouraging words as he walked off the field. but instead, you had yelled, giving him pointers on shit you didn't know two things about.

you realize you should shut your mouth more often, but the time for that introspection is long gone; ryusei's already decided that he'll shut it for you.

...

"ryu! please, i said i was sorry!" you whine, pressing your lips together as the man strokes himself in front of you.

all he does is laugh, tapping his cock against your pursed lips; smearing around the pre that beaded and dripped from its blushy tip. shidou always had a way of making you feel dirty, staining your face with a messy mix of his cum and the lipgloss that once sat pretty on those perfect lips.

you can't help but press your thighs together at that, trying to ignore the desperate clench of your pussy as ryusei grabs a fistful of hair, using it as leverage so that lost and hazy gaze of yours finds his.

"aw c'mon baby, y'know you wanna..." ryusei purrs, long tongue darting out to wet his mouth. he brings his length to your lips again, this time not even bothering to push past them. he knows you'll open up; you always do.

a twisted grin pulls at the corners of shidou's mouth, almost bisecting his face as he watches you part your lips for him. his eyes are trained on the thick threads of saliva that connect the roof of your mouth and the tongue you stick out for him, laughing at just how much you're drooling over this.

shidou doesn't waste any time, shoving his heavy cock down your throat as soon as he's given the opportunity. it's like swallowing lead— the way his weighty length is being forced past your lips and into the wet cavern of your esophagus. you can't breathe, and clutching onto his thighs, you gasp; only making you choke on him even further.

shidou buries himself deeper, smiling as he watches your eyes widen and gloss over; fat, miserable, tears threatening to spill right from them.

"here... since y'know everything, right?" ryusei sneers, gripping the back of your head as his hips snap forcefully. "you can take it, hm? 'cause you're just the best at everything, aren't you?"

shidou lets out a low growl, throwing his head back as you gag on him; the force of your throat constricting around his cock only heightens his pleasure.

you can't take it— breathing heavily from your nose, you nearly hurl; feeling your lunch churn in your stomach from the pressure of it all. bile burns at your chest with how he's fucking your throat now, causing the tears you had tried so hard to hold back to start flowing.

"please, ryu!" you try to squeak out, the words dying in your throat as they're converted into foul gurgles around the man's length. he finds this hilarious, pushing your head down even further until the tip of your nose is buried in the smattering of flaxen hair that covers his pubis.

"still running that mouth?" ryusei teases, pinching your chin between a finger and a thumb. "don't make me fuck it outta you, now!"

your boyfriend doesn't wait for an answer; he knows it's what he's been dying to do from the beginning. so when he gathers you by the hair, unlatching your mouth from his cock— you know it's all been planned, thought out from the very moment you mouthed off at him back at the game.

ryusei practically tears your bottoms off, pouncing on you like some kind of starved animal. it's beyond primal the way he tosses you onto the bed, not caring about how your crown slams against the headboard as he parts your legs. pressing them to your chest, he folds you uncomfortably; the burn of your thighs in this position only makes you wetter, mindlessly gazing up at him now; completely and utterly at his mercy.

you look so stupid under him: blown pupils set in shining eyes, your mouth hung open laxly while drool covered your chin and chest. ryusei chuckles, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt before burying himself deep.

"fuck, you're such a slut! i mean, gettin' this wet off suckin' dick?! how desperate..." he's toying with you now, laughing hysterically as he pushes in until he reaches the hilt, giving you all of him.

you can't help but clamp down on his length as he bottoms out, your cunt fluttering once his hips slammed against yours.

"you like this? getting treated like the little whore you are?!" ryusei laughs. "i'm starting to think you bitch on purpose! just so i can fuck you like this, yea?!"

shidou uses you to his full disposal, chasing his high with the knowledge that no matter what he does, you'll always follow after. he doesn’t let up in the heat of your wanton cries, thumbing at your swollen clit with the sole intention of overwhelming you.

"it's too much! leave me ryusei! i can't...!"

your pleas fall on deaf ears, the man’s pace increasing as his thumbs find purchase in the dips of your hips, guiding you along his shaft with reckless abandon.

he’s good at what he does; knowing exactly what spot to prod at to make you arch into him, how to fuck you dumb, leaving you sobbing and begging for him to give you a break.

ryusei swats your hands away as you try to grab at his wrists, body shaking uncontrollably as you writhe around in pleasure. you're close, he knows you are; the way you're repeating his name like it's the only thing you know is more than telling of the fact.

"ryu... ryusei! ugh, ryu!" is all you can spit out, squeezing your eyes shut as your skin prickles with goosebumps, giving yourself into the height of your pleasure. you whine desperately as you finish, gripping onto ryusei trying to ground yourself.

shidou doesn't let up, still slamming into you as you cum all over his cock. it isn't long until he reaches his own peak, spilling into you with a deep grunt, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

"fuck!" he exclaims, looking down at you with a twisted grin.

"and i'm not even done with you yet..."

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oceantornadoo · 2 months

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ex and the city (simon riley x female reader)

inspired by s2 ep18 of sex and the city (currently on a binge). miranda and steve are the cutest (pls don't spoil)

ANGSTY

fuck, it was him.

simon stood at the other side of your door, glaring into your peephole. you stepped back quickly, hand covering your mouth in shock. after running away from him on the street the other day, you hadn't expected him to show up. maybe you could just not answer, pretend it never happened and- "can hear ya breathin', dove." shit.

you quickly unlocked the door, trying to compose yourself. "simon! hi!" shit you needed to calm down. that is not how an ex-fiancee would treat her almost-husband. "shitty thing you did, runnin' like a rabbit fr'm me." your eyebrows rose. he was going for it. "i didn't run!" he looked at you, dead-eyed. letting the silence hang over you like a dark cloud, the air growing tense in your apartment hallway behind him.

"you ran." you ran a hand down your face, the other tightening your grip on your door. "well, i wasn't expecting to see you and- i just-" your voice choked, an attempt at hiding back your tears. "hurt my feelin's, dove." simon kept his arms crossed, staring down at you. he never did talk about his feelings much, but seeing the woman who was supposed to be his wife, his forever, run away from him? that hurt even a dead man like him.

"well i don't do very well with ex-boyfriends and..." you trailed off, staring at your toes. the tears were hot behind your eyes now, months of frustration and longing boiling to the surface. "dove..." he reached out and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. the feeling of his gloves against your skin was so familiar you almost closed your eyes, but snapped them open when you remembered. "this is me. simon." you nodded, throat thick. you shrugged, struggling to find the words to convey how you survived without him for the past four months. you decided on a simple, "yeah."

"i held your head while you wer' sleepin'." simon took off his mask, tucking it in his pocket. his hair was a bit longer since the last time you saw it. his face a bit scruffy, sporting a few new scars from the last deployment you had screamed at him for. your neighbor appeared behind him, tilting her head back as she pretended not to listen. you turned away, rubbing at your eyes as they got red. he took the silent invite and ran with it, stepping through and closing the door before your neighbor saw you vulnerable. always protecting you physically, even when he couldn't emotionally.

"im sorry. im so sorry it- i just-" you rubbed at your chest, an aching spot forming behind your rib cage. "shh dove, s'ok, yer ok." he reached for you and then stopped himself. he didn't get that privilege anymore. "i just hadn't seen you in so long and i thought you might have died and i missed you simon..." your voice cracked at his name, the taste of it so familiar. like a warm hot chocolate on a winter's day, a cool lemonade on a summer's night. "im a shitty person! you'd never do anything that shitty."

he chuckled. you, always idolizing him, making him out to be a golden boy when really he was rotting, a half-dead thing for you to play with. "showed up to yer apartment in the middle of the day an' called yer landlord to make sure you were in. what'dya call that?" a sob rose from your throat, the humor of what he said hitting you hard. "yeah that was pretty shitty." you nodded, rewarding him with a weak smile and a half-angry tone.

"i miss you. in my bones, si." his eyes were wet, crinkling in the leftover eye-black. "im here, dove. what'rya doin' friday?" you let out a sob again, covering your mouth. "i have a date." fuck, he'd kill him. he'd let johnny plant mines and put gaz on intelligence and ask price to redeem that one favor from a year ago. he'd make it look like an purposeful accident, a gas leak or a water heater explosion. something where even the man's family couldn't get any money. he ran his hands through his hair, a nervous tick he only showed in front of you.

"can't pretend to be happy for ya, dove. can't be a better man on this." and suddenly you were hugging him, hands reaching over his shoulders as you stood on familiar tiptoes. his hands automatically circled your waist, the feel of it engrained in his soul. something he could describe from memory. "lets just...stay here awhile. okay?" he nodded into your hair, breathing in that familiar scent. he had another chance at making you his wife and he wasn't going to lose it again.

i kinda want to write one of these for all of the 141?? we'll see.

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fyeahnix · 7 months

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HELLOOOO!!! I love your blog sm 💔💔💔 do you think you could do post argument with sev :(( I love her sm

Thanks so much!! :]

Let's see here...

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Arguments with Sevika don't happen very often, but when they do, flashes of her bad side come out. She doesn't open up easily, never has. You tend to need to pry her shell apart to get to the meat of the problem.

One such argument was the catalyst to learning about her in a way you never expected.

When you stole a glance over at Sevika, she sat with her head buried in her hands. Her bronze claws split her hair into locks. Distressed was an understatement but a fair assessment of her had a stranger sauntered into the room to survey the scene. A splatter of wood chips painted the floor. Broken coffee table, crouched on one leg. Defeated. The argument was hard to expel from your memory. The film rewound itself in your head again and again, oak snapping each time. Adrenaline ran high, and in your seat at the opposite end of the sofa, you mentally gathered all the bits of your composure that fell with the wooden gibs. Still, you didn't want to move. Couldn't move. Not until— "'M sorry." You turned to Sevika. "What?" Finally, she peeked out of her hands for eye contact. "I'm sorry." She sounded... deflated. Demoralized. Remorseful. And you knew her long enough to understand she never sounded any less than self-assured. Ever. As another half hour passed, you'd gathered the courage to inch closer to her. Reached out. It took a minute to coax her out of her guard but she let up and you climbed into her lap. "You... you know I'd never hurt you," she stated. Your response caught in your throat. You knew what she said to be true, but in that moment, acknowledging that was... difficult. You clutched at her black tank top. Her heart thumped quickly under your ear. "I am... I get—fuck." She was being careful with her words. You appreciated that. With a deep sigh, she continued. "I... never told you before, but. I have... I have a problem. A big one. I didn't want to tell you because I thought I had it under control. Jus' been stressed as hell lately. Zaun's been goin' to shit more than usual. Enforcers breathin' down our necks." Her hands shook at her sides on the sofa. She flexed them twice, trying to reign them back under control. "A lot of shit. A lot of awful shit's been happening. I'm trying to do everything I can to keep you safe. Not... trying to tell you what to do or control you or anything. Not an excuse either. Just...explaining." You swallowed. Her voice lowered. "I promise I'm... I'm not a monster..." Fuck. Fuuuck. Your eyes burned. "Sevika?" She straighted. Was listening. "I don't think you're a monster. I've never thought that about you. You've been nothing but kind to me ever since we met. I just..." You paused, racking your brain for the right words. The situation was delicate. There was no more risk of an argument, but the aftermath still left you rattled. "I need time to process this. Okay? I really need time." "Are you afraid of me?" The question shanked you in the side. You squeezed her shirt tighter to compensate. "I don't know. A little, I guess." Sevika let out a sigh that could have been mistaken for a growl. But you knew it wasn't aimed at you. "I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the truth. I need time." Sevika nodded. "I understand." You reached for her bronze arm first, caressed along the shimmering metal 'til you landed in her large palm. The urge to reciprocate was evident in the twitch of her claws. But she didn't. You traced her palm with a finger. The scene played back in your mind's eye again. Her arm was as much a weapon as a prosthesis, you knew that, but seeing it crush treated oak like a flimsy matchstick up close? After she'd always been so careful and gentle? You felt conflicted. Even so... You laced her claws and squeezed once, then pulled her arm up to wrap across your back. "Babe..." Sevika started, resisting. You tutted her quiet. Insisted. Wanted to remind yourself of the tenderness and warmth of being held. She relented. Her claws settled at your ribs, and for the first time since your argument, tension left your body.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| After The Beep ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x female Reader

Rating: E 18+

Tags/warnings: phone sex / guided masturbation, aw he misses you, uh yeah 🙂

a/n: dedicating this one to @saintmurd0ck and @castlesnchurches and all the thirsty Frank stans.

"Hey princess, it's me."

He always said that despite it being obvious it could be no-one else but him.

"I know it's real late and you're sleepin right now... we got a long drive ahead of us," he clicks his tongue, "we're alright, just stoppin' for some gas and snacks and shit and uh, I know I'm gonna be gone for a while this time so I wanted to leave you a lil somethin'." He clears his throat and you settle down in the bed with your mobile cradled to your ear.

"So you've probably just woken up huh? And you've been sleepin' in my shirt ain't ya? Don't lie sweetheart I know it." He laughs to himself at the thought of you trying to deny it and you laugh too, blushing even though he's not here.

"Alright, I know you look smokin' hot in it but you're taking it off sweet stuff, need you naked for me, okay?"

God, it amazed you how much power he had over you as you put the phone on speaker and obediently unbutton and shrug the shirt off and he isn't even there with you, he would be none the wiser if you'd just ignored him.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, can see you lyin' there in bed in my mind... damn, where do I start? Alright. Close your eyes darlin'. Can you feel my lips on your neck 'cos that's where I wanna put them right now, just soft like, kissin' up and down makin' you squirm. Love how it gets ya, love the smell of that shampoo you use, mm, buryin' my nose in your hair baby... breathin' you in, makin' my way down slow."

You can practically feel his words on your heated skin, he's already got you in a chokehold with this.

"Now you're gonna take your hands, run em down from your neck, yeah real slow baby, run em over those pretty tits of yours. Fuck, I'd spend all day givin' them my attention, they fit in my hands so perfect, would run my thumbs over em 'til your nipples are hard princess... they hard now? Yeah, and you know I'd get my mouth on them, jesus you fuckin' love that don't you? Me lickin' an suckin' you like that?"

You're pinching them now, playing along as your breathing is starting to hitch in your throat, rubbing and rolling them in your fingers as you squirm on the bed. He keeps going.

"You feel me makin' my way down your beautiful body hmm? Cos I'm kissin' you all the way down baby. God your skin tastes so good, can't help myself from lickin' down your stomach baby girl. Oh an' I love your curves sweetheart, might not be able to stop myself from bitin' your hip cos y'know I wanna eat you up... mm, but don't rush." God his voice, it's so low he's almost growling, "we're gettin' to that."

bleep. bleep. bleep.

"Ah shit." You hear rustling and the sounds of Frank scrambling about over the phone.

"Hey Red! You got change?"

There's a pause.

"Hurry the fuck up... thanks. Now get the fuck outta here an shut yer bat ears."

You can't help but laugh and then you hear the clink of a whole bunch of coins.

"Sorry sweetheart, where were we... Oh yeah, you run those hands over those hips and the outsides of your thighs, and shit girl you know if I was there I'd flip you over and bite that gorgeous ass too right? Mm, okay, now hitch your knees up for me darlin', that's it. You know I'd kiss all the way up those legs too huh? Think about it baby, you feel my lips on the inside of your ankle? Gonna go real slow, just takin' my time... I know you're ticklish when I get up there but you gotta try stay still f'me. Atta girl."

You're practically shaking as you imagine him there with you, trailing up your inner thigh with that mouth... fuck.

"Spread your legs f'me sweetheart, nice n' wide, good girl."

You do as he says, your core throbbing with need.

"Want you to brush your fingers down over your stomach baby girl, slow, real slow like molasses... yeah, keep goin'."

You shiver as the tips of your fingers travelling downwards raise goosebumps all over your heated skin. Fuck, Frank...

You keep going as he says, finally reaching the soft hairs of your mound, and down further, sliding between the slick lips of your pussy with a shaky exhale.

"I'm bettin' you're wet gorgeous, aw yeah, I know you. I'd put money on that you were drippin' as soon as I told ya to get naked huh?"

He did know you.

"I'll quit teasin', you can touch yourself sweetness, anywhere but your clit, or inside, not yet."

That's not quitting teasing you think, whimpering as you follow his instructions, god, your fingers are gliding easily over your pussy, dancing so close to where you needed them. So close, but not enough.

You stop as you hear Frank sigh. "Damn it's hard bein' away from you for so long,"

No shit Castle.

"Sorry baby, don't wanna leave you hangin'. Alright you can touch now sweetie, I know you won't need much..."

God he's right. You rub your clit in frantic circles, soft moans slip past your lips, your other hand diving lower to thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You hear him ramming more coins into the payphone.

"You making noises yet baby? Fuck I reckon you are by now, get nice n loud for me sweetheart, you know how I feel when you're makin' those sounds."

You whine and pant, fucking yourself with your fingers and imagining it was him touching you, him putting this roiling of butterflies in your belly.

"Baby I know you're almost there, c'mon an cum for me." he says and just like that you moan his name into your pillow where you can pick up the last remnants of his scent as the tension breaks. You writhe and cry out loud and long like he wants as you cum so hard, squeezing around your fingers, hips lifting off the mattress, and gasping as you slow down and stop when it becomes too much for you.

"That's a good girl, so good for me. Now I gotta spend four more hours in the van with Red and a hard-on like steel pipe but god damn, it's worth it to make you feel nice baby."

There's a beat of silence and all you can think about is how much you love him.

"Alright, I'll seeya sweetheart. Bye."

The call ends.

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sandandstarz · 1 year

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Packaged Deal

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Content warnings: Fighting, swearing, gunshot wound, death, all that fun stuff

It had always been Daryl and Y/N, they where a pair, a packaged deal. Through the twists and turns of life, through every war, walker and supply run, they found their way back together, and this supply run wasn't any different. The rumbling of his motorcycle's engine and the feeling of your arms around his torso where familiar, wind whipping through your hair as you approached your destination, a run down farm supply store another group had spotted a week back, but hadn't had the time to investigate.

You and Daryl dismounted the vehicle and secured your empty bags to your shoulders, ready to retrieve anything and everything from the confined of the slightly dilated building. You both pulled out your crossbow and knifes respectively and marched towards it.

You where thankful the group before had stumbled across such a hidden gem, it had apparently not been a very populated area before the outbreak because the lack of walkers around the area was prevalent. A fact you where grateful for so either of you wouldn't have to waste any energy.

"y/n"

Daryl's voice graveled quietly as you two stepped into the shop.

"don'cha thinks its weird the bell is gone"

After a questioning look you sent him, he pointed above your heads at the door frame, the place bell to alert employees would usual be, it was gone, not unlike someone had unscrewed the mechanism. You shook off the paranoid thought tho, there could be so many reasons it was gone.

"Yeah"

You began to respond "but the place isn't in the best condition, i wouldn't be surprised if it fell off even before the outbreak" Daryl nodded in silent agreement, but still kept the thought in the back of his mind.

Pacing forward your eyes raked across the walls and floor, finally landing on some bags of seeds of the shelves before tossing them into your pack, finding a home on top of the first aid kid you had packed. You planed to plant them in your garden back in Alexandria. A few more items joined the pile, extra fishing line, a hammer and nails, and even a dark grey hunting knife you snagged from box hidden under dust and dead plants. Continuing down the rows of empty shelves and boxed your foot hit something soft on the group, it was a mattress. A few threadbare blankets laid on top of it that you quickly stuffed into your pack, someone must have camped here at the start of the outbreak, judging by the dust that made you sneeze and you lifted up the fabric.

Just as you passed the last aisle to where Daryl was standing examining a spade, a loud noise approached both of you, it was the sound of a loud car driving closer and closer to the store. Catching Daryls eye you both hid behind a large pile of boxes, holding your knifes and crossbow respectively as the engine of the car sputtered to a stop, though voices quickly filled it.

"Dude i swear when i get in there im gunna pass out"

A man grumbled, seemingly younger by the sound of his voice.

"Yeah yeah ill take first watch, but we gotta clean the place up, its been months we don't know if theres biters or rats or shit in there"

Another voice chimed in, deeper this time.

'So people had been camping out here' You thought to yourself as you made eye contact with the man crouching next to you, a concerned look painted on your face. Shifting anxiously a third voice met your ears. You where outnumbers by the sound of it, and you didn't know if they had more on their way.

You scratched your arm absentmindedly, it was an anxious tick you'd always had. Daryl placed his own hand over your, squeezing it slightly in a reassuring manner, the action spoke words he couldn't say, words that would get you two caught my the quickly approaching group of enemies.

"Do yall hear anything? Like breathin or something?"

You freeze, hand coming up to cover your mouth quickly, not noticing how your breath had become slightly labored in anxiety.

"Could just be a breeze Joe, done be so paranoid"

"mm whatever. The man"

Joe grumbled, resuming what seemed to be kicking a small rock down the aisle. The sound of his boots and the stones impact on the ground echoing closer and closer to you and Daryl's hiding spot, until it came into view. He had kicked it too hard to the right, and now it was sitting just next to your frozen form.

As he bent down to pick it up you took your chance, whipping out your knife and holding it against his throat with a steady hand, causing his body to stiffen and looked between you and daryl with wide eyes.

"move, talk, do anything, ill kill you, understand?"

Your voice was quiet but authoritative, a harsh tone that was rarely heard. Joe nodded his head hesitantly. Just as you where steadying yourself to rise from your crouched position his mouth opened.

"ANDY THERES PEOPLE BACK HE-"

His sentence finished with a gurgling sound as you stuck the knife into his throat. Daryl took out his cross bow and you both rose, gazes meeting determinately, you where getting out of here.

The other men quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and after eyeing their friends dead body the glint of revenge in their eyes was piercing, and for a second it was silent.

A searing pain erupted in your shoulder, the feeling spreading like fire all around you body and you firmly grasped where the feeling resided, trying desperately to stop the sensation. You felt a warm liquid covered your hand just as your other senses came into focus, the sound of fighting, the smell of gunpowder, that motherfucker had shot you.

Forcing your self to steady your hands around the grip of your knife you scanned your surrounding. Daryl was fist fighting a man on the floor, his cross bow thrown feet away by his enemy. Your feet scrambled to get close to him, to help him but a force interrupted you. Tackling you to the ground, one of the men pinning your hand with his knees as he threw punches at you.

Thinking as fast as you could in your slightly delirious state and desperate to escape his grasp, you jammed your knee between his legs.

"YOU FUCKIN BITCH"

Howling in pain and yelling profanities it caused his friend to notice the commotion. Whipping out his gun the man who had been attacking daryl not pointed the weapon at him, then he spoke.

"Now no one else here has to die. You just put down your weapons, give us your bags and leave"

With no other choice, Daryl being held at gunpoint, you slowly laid your knife down and painfully adjusting your still bleeding shoulder, dropped your backpack too.

"Good good"

The man waved the gun at the arched in a gesture for him to remove any weapons or supplies as well. Begrudgingly he did, and the enemy kicked his stuff away to the wall with yours.

"Now I said no one has to die.."

He trailed of slightly, holding his gun casual as the other man behind you finally stood up, blocking you from running.

"Buuuuut, you killed Joe" He now pointed his weapon at you, finger on the trigger.

"So your gunna die anyway"

"NO" Daryl suddenly jumped up just as he was about the squeeze the trigger. The archer grabbed him by the side, pushing him down to the ground just as the shot fired. The ringing noise echoed along with the bloody sounds of someone getting shot in the neck.

Slowly turning behind you, the blood splattered onto your already stained clothes and face. The man who had attached you earlier, dead against the wall. Your eyes quickly traced back to where daryl lay, desperately holding his attacker away, his knife beginning to press into his chest.

"Y/N FUCKING RUN" He yelled and you could here the slight edge of desperateness in his voice, he wanted you to get out alive even if he died. But you and daryl where a pair, a packaged deal, and you weren't going to leave him behind just because he told you to.

"NO!"

Lunging at the man above him you knocked the knife out of his hand, with no weapon in yours and not thinking clearly from blood loss and shock you just hit, blows to his face coming without you even recognizing you where throwing them. You didnt stop until a pair of firm but gentle arms wrapped around you, pulling you back from the dead man.

"Shh sunshine its alrigh', just breath its ok"

His gravely voice came from behind you and your heart rate slowed, the pain was catching up to you and a slight whimper left you mouth. Daryl turned you around and held your body to move you away from the dead ones. Brushing your hair out of your face he comforted you.

"Im here, your here, we're ok"

And you where, even with a bullet wound in your shoulder and both of your faces bruised, you where ok, you where together.

"Are you ok?"

Your voice was weak from the screaming you hadnt realized had left your throat before.

"Your shot and your askin me if Im ok?" His mouth tilted up in the slightest ghost of a smile, removing the ripped part of your shirt to asses the damage.

"Well If worry about you Dixon"

His eyes where soft, cleaning the blood from you wound and covering it will all the bandages he could, knowing you wouldn't be able to get proper help until they got back to Alexandria it was all he could do.

"I worry bout you too dumbass, you could have got yourself killed"

"It was for a good cause, I wasn't leavin' you that easy" And you laughed, it hurt like bitch when the sound it echoed through your shoulder but you didn't mind, and he smiled too, so it was worth it.

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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pavi x reader that comes crying to him over personal issues and just needs someone to tell them that everythings gonna be okay 😪

Breathin'

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader Summary: There's only one person you can go when you're feeling down. He's the only one who cares. Tags: Crying, Comfort No Hurt

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🎵Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin' How do I know if this shit's fabricated? Time goes by and I can't control my mind Don't know what else to try, but you tell me every time Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin' And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin'🎵 Breathin' by Ariana Grande

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Tap.. Tap..

The knock is relatively quiet but loud enough to hear. Almost as if the person on the other side is reluctant to call him. Pavitr Prabhakar opens the door only to find a teary eyed you standing at his doorstep.

His hearts breaks as you crash into him in a tight embrace, your arms circling him firmly as you shudder, crying. "Meri jaan, baby, what happened?" "N-nothing", you try to whisper but the words barely get out amidst the hiccups. You're breathless from running here and heaving, yet the tears wouldn't stop. It feels the whole world is spinning; you're mentally exhausted and you can't control the pain in your heart. The wound has cut deep and he's the only one you can go to. "Deep breaths, baby. Keep breathing.." Pavitr asks no further questions and walks a tired you inside to his couch and sits you down. Leaving you momentarily, he brings a steaming hot cup of your favorite beverage and settles it on the coffee table. Finding a spot beside you, he wraps his arm over your shoulder, but you won't have that and pull him into a hug instead.

He is happy to oblige, rubbing soothing circles in your arm and back as your breathing calms down. Little kisses on your cheek give reassurance.

You take a sip of the drink and he lays your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart giving you the strength you need. His scent is comfy and his tightening arm around you is more than welcome.

Time flies as he patiently waits for your breathing to settle down. The tide of tears ebbs away and you've somewhat come back to yourself. "You wanna talk, baby?", he asks in the softest tone ever, still rubbing your arm. You love how he always cares for you, making sure he's not forcing you into doing something you don't want to do.

Today, though, you'd like to let the steam out.

Pavitr shifts so that your head lays on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand intertwined with yours. He listens patiently as you talk about your personal issues and pulls you up on his lap into a hug from behind when you begin to shake and sob again. He takes your enjoined hand leaves gifts soft little pecks, saying it'll all be okay and running his hand through your hair.

"It's not about being sad, it's just..", your voice trembles and you bite your lips to be strong. But, you're only be durable for so long. "Pav", you sob, "I can't-" Tears sting your eyes again and you shudder, burying your head on his shirt. Your grip on his shirt tightens, your knuckles going white and Pavitr gently massages them, kissing away your tears.

You sniff and wipe your eyes quickly, rubbing your nose on your sleeve sloppily. You're messy and you hate that you make him messy too. "Forget what I said, I-I shouldn't have come here. I'm spoiling your mood." Pavitr is having none of that. "Shh, hey.. C'mere", he says, cradling your face in his hands and lifting it to meet his eyes. "Look at me, baby. Look at me.." You oblige, looking up from under your wet lashes, eyes sore and cheeks puffy as you accept the tissue he gives. "Don't think that, okay? I'm here for you, I'm always here for you. Everything will be fine, yeah? I promise."

Pavitr looks into your eyes and it's a whole new feeling. It feels like... trust. Complete, unadulterated trust. And hope, that everything will be better. "Whatever happens, meri jaan, you can count on me. I'll always be there for you no matter what. Trust me, baby, everything's gonna be okay." He kisses your forehead softly and your eyes become wet, this time from the gratitude.

You sniff, giggling quietly as he kisses your now cute red nose. "Yeah", you smile, a genuine one for the first time today. You loop your arm with his, your drink in the other hand as you snuggle against his side. "As long you're by my side, everything will be okay."

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Thursday ‘Kings & Queens’ Radio Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Been two years since he left me

The way you smile, the way you walk

He's only here for one thing But (so am I)

I'll show you how a real queen behaves,

I wish that when you walked in, I could hide it

Baby, I wanna drink you in like oxygen

A black leather jacket, A bad reputation, Insatiable habits

I throw my phone into a lake And watch it sink to a better place, down at the bottom

But queens are free to go wherever they like

You can either lead, follow or get out the way

I wish that when we touched, there wasn't lightnin'

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her

She say I make her wet

Good to know that you got free That town I know was keeping you down on your knees

These bruises make for better conversation

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

That girl know what she want, she make me take it off when she see me

They say he likes a good time

I think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado

You say you wish our hearts had better timin'

Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day

My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

I know too well how, it feels when you fall

Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I don't want my best dressed day in a casket

She came with you and then left with me

Please don't fix a thing, whatever you do

And I'll admit, it would be nice To meet some guy who's not my type

'Cause it's 3am

And I'm calling everybody that I know

I've walked through hell, and I've battled the storms

Days pass by and my eyes stay dry, and I think that I'm okay

Darling, I just left the bar

It's good to let you in again

'Cause one of us is always holdin' somebody else

Cause maybe there I'd like myself Work on my mental health

We would pop champagne and raise a toast

I lost my chance when you met him

So take me to the Heavens now

Make a fuckin' move it would make my fuckin' day

And the both of us are gettin' good at foolin' ourselves

Wishing you were around but now it's too late

No damsel in distress, don't need to save me

She's in Queens with the man of her dreams

Sit around and get high, sippin' some white wine out the bottle

They say that the time will heal it, the pain will go away

Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone

Can't live without me, you wanna, but you can't,

One more rainy day without you

Disobey me, then baby, it's off with your head

ten years, is that what it's been?

Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?

But it's an empty dream That shit's not meant for me

But everything, it reminds me of you and it comes in waves

And meet some young ex-wife We'd start a brand new life

I choose the devil I know Over the heaven I don't

These days I'm becoming everything that I hate

Leaving you makes me wanna cry

I would love to fix it all for you

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 8

Gif caption: Top Gif: Frank Castle from Marvel's Punisher Bottom Gif: Joyce Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 range | female reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Nacny Wheeler (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Dustin Henderson (ST)

A/n: Guys. Halloween Happened this part you know what that means? Demo dogs most likely next chap

Warnings: underage drinking mentioned, also fuck nancy we donf like nancy this chapter

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The next day, your up, but Frank has work

So your alone at the house

Props to him for leaving a bowl of oatmeal and fruit for you

God you wish you knew how to cook like Frank does

Maybe you could try.

No you'd probably burn the house down.

A phone call causes you to carry over your breakfast

"Always while Im eatin' come on." Y/n playful protest

"Y/n?"

"Oh. Nancy Hey. Whats up-" Y/n asked.

"Here take the phone-"

"Hello?" It was Mike now.

"Oh. Hey Mikey what can I help you with?"

"Will...uh. Told me about you wanna Try D&D."

Y/n smiled, "I wouldn't mind watching over a game. I've never played it before. Oh. But I was gonna ask if Steve if he wanted to go see that horror movie. And was gonna see if Will wanted to work on our costumes."

"Steve?" Mike asked, "You're dating Steve!? Harrington?!"

"Well. Anything can change within a day Mike- but why is that so-"

There was a click.

"Hello? Mike? Nancy?" Y/n asked into the phone.

Okay. Odd?

Guess that means no D&D for you. Sadly

So you dialed Billy, maybe you could see him today.

"What?" He asked crankily

"Oh well hello to you too Hargrove."

"City bird." He realized, "hey."

Y/n smiled, "I was wondering. Could I come over?"

"Yeah..." he answered.

"Really?" Y/n asked, "And. I dont have to sneak in. Or out?"

"Can we talk about this in person?"

"Yeah. I'm on my way." Y/n spoke.

You got dressed and put on your boots to make the trek to Billy's house

Luckily, you still got your leg strength from running and jumping and all that good shit in New York

You ring the door bell and Max answers it.

"Oh. Hey." Max smiled.

"Hey Max." Y/n smied

"Billy's in his room."

Y/n nodded unzipping her jacket, "did you like those comics?"

"Yeah! They were pretty cool. Know where I can get more?"

Y/n nodded, "I have more dont worry."

You walked through the house, following Billy's loud speakers.

Metal as usual, and even though you knocked he didnt hear you, so you walked in.

"Yo Hargrove!"

The music cut as he turned to her a smile stupidly happy.

"Glowing much pretty boy?" Y/n teased.

"Close the door."

Y/n did as asked as Billy came to her, engulfing her in a stupidly tight bear hug. What?

"Good news?"

"He's gone! He's really fuckin gone!" Billy spoke happily.

"Who?" Y/n asked with a laugh.

"Oh come on! I know you did this!" Billy cheered, "Two weeks! Of fuckin breathin' room! Thank fuckin you!"

"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"What?" He asked, her sudden sour mood dampining his, "What! This is great!"

"He's supposed to be in Jail!" Y/n argued.

"He is!"

What? No thats. Thats not possible.

"I. Two weeks?! Two fuckin weeks?! Thats it!?" Y/n argued.

"Its two weeks! He's done breathing down my neck!"

"No Billy! He's suppose to get. Months! Years maybe! Not two weeks! Thats a slap on the hand!" Y/n argued.

Oh it was so hard to argue with Billy, especially when she seen him so happy for the first time

But he was just. OH so happy, that she eventually dropped it

And he tries to remind you its two weeks free of his dad but it just makes you more mad

He doesnt understand this was what you were suppose to do.

"City bird! Hey! Im talking to you!" Billy argued walking through the house as he followed her, "Where are you going!?"

"You don't understand!"

"Understand what?! You did it!"

"Did it!? Did it!? This is a joke Billy! 2 weeks?! My dad went after the people who killed his family! They killed them! Gunned them all down. He got not one! Not two three or four! 5 life sentences! The laws a joke! The System is A joke! You deserve better!"

You go to leave but he slams the door closed before you can open it all the way

Just for him to hug you

Maybe you should just relish in this small Victory after all Billy was Free from Neil for atleast two weeks.

"Im glad you got some freedom." Y/n spoke, "did he look like a truck hit him atleast?"

"More of less around four trucks."

Y/n laughed, "you want icecream? I want icecream."

So there you are both having on the hood of his Chevy Camaro

Thats when you bring up the family dinner

He only laughs

"Never again" oh he's coming, you'll drag him like he dragged you to the store

Also talk about Halloween

He gives you a 'really' look as you say your going trick or treating

"Free candy."

"Free Booze."

Fair enough, it is Billy

But you tell him maybe something childish will help him feel his true potential and he laughs at you

You both just BS and catch up

Yeah you told him your sucking faces with Harrington and he fake throws up in his mouth

"City bird city bird!" He called out face in hands as he leans on the hood "what am I gonna fuckin do with you?"

"What?" Y/n laughed, "I really do like him."

He looks up at her, "He's...I don't know...just seems...like a great match."

Billy gave her a 'really' look.

"What?! Oh come on. Mr. Jackrabbit."

"I own it." He argued, "Harrington doesn't."

"What?" Y/n asked, "Please. I don't think he's a sex addict like you-"

"That's not it." He defended, "jackrabbits hop around."

"What...no." y/n spoke, "Pietro didnt hop around."

"Okay. Okay." He spoke standing straight up, standing infront of her, "If he hurts you-"

"I'll call you. I promise."

He nodded, "promise?"

He held his pinky out for her as she linked pinkies with him, "Promise."

Seems just been away from each other for a day or two you both had alot to talk about.

Then you both driving for a bit and end up at your house

You work on your costume as he sits by the window smoking.

"What the hell is that?"

"My ant man helmet."

"Can't you just borrow his costume?"

That was a good question

Scott was the type of guy to let you borrow his costume for something like Halloween

"Yeah lets call him."

So you called Scott up

"Hey! Y/n! Y/n!" Scott spoke happily, "The one who too easily kicked my ass."

"Haha. Look I have a favor to ask."

"Let me guess, Im the coolest superhero and you need my help defeating someone."

"Well. You are cool. But I need to borrow the outfit. You know. That one."

"Why?"

"Halloween."

"Yeah fair enough I'll have Strange portal it to you." He told, "But hey! You better send some of those snacks you send Peter."

"Did everyone eat the snacks I sent Peter before Peter ate them?"

"Pfft....yeah. yeah we did." He answered, "They were good!"

So you got an orginal ant man suit even if it was a little snug

"Now thats fuckin badass." Billy cheered watching Y/n turn around who laughed.

"You think the kids will like it?"

"Kids?" Billy spoke, "Dont tell me you actually slept with Harrington-"

Y/n shook her head rolling her eyes as she took looked down at the outfit, "no. But my dads with a chick now and I told him i got trick or treating with him. Same with Nancy's brother who asked me."

"So you rather go trick or treating with some loser kids. Than hang out with me."

"Yes. I would very much." Y/n teased causing him to laugh and roll his eyes playfully, "Don't worry Hargrove you be jealous after the fact I get free candy."

You end up taking the suit off for now, and hanging it up.

Just for Peter to come through your window unannounced and over excited.

"Y/n! There's a Radioshack here! And Man you should web sling through the trees with me! Hence the outfit of you know Spiderman but Oh! My God! It's amazing-"

There Peter stands, spiderman mask gone and suit on as he looks at the two of you in the toom.

"And...you have a friend over- Im Peter! Well Spider Man!- Hi?"

So there goes Billy knowing another superhero identity

Also great for two of your best friends to meet finally

Peters surpised there's no line of questioning just to figure out Billy's already asked you all the usual questions when he found out about you

So you all end up hanging out at your house and basically you both get to tell stories about badass fights and aliens and what not

Yet the day runs out, and Frank ends up coming home meaning the others are probably gonna come over soon

Joyce and Will come over with the gang,

Everyone comes just to hang out, talking bullshit catching up so more

You show Will your room while Matt talks with Billy

"Pretty sick right-"

"Is that your coustume!?" He cheered.

"Yeah it is." Y/n smiled,

"can I put the helmet on?!"

"Hah. Yeah come on I'll help you."

You help Will put the helemt on, its too big for him so he has to hold the sides to see out the eye holes but he's amazed by it

"You look Avenger ready." Y/n smiled.

"You think?" He asked as Y/n pressed the side opening the mask up as he held a smile. "It opens too!"

You had no idea how happy Joyce actually was with Will being so vocal towards you

You dont remember yourself as a kid much but you wonder if you were anything like Will

Quiet but when excited when talking about something of intrest

And he told you all about his costumes

Then proceeded to go into the full entire lore of Ghost Busters

Which you didnt even know exist

You didnt even realize you fell asleep until you woke up early the next day

They put Will on a cot besides your bed, so that must've ment Joyce stayed over, and Peter was on the floor besides Will's cot.

You got out of bed and went into the living room just to see that supposedly everyone had past out in the living room and that included Billy.

You almost laughed actually

Matt was leaning against Frank who was leaning against him

So you went searching for the Polaroid camera

Founding it and full of film you went to take a picture

And Matt must've been so knocked out that he didnt even React.

But Billy did as he flinched awake

"Morin'"

"Mhm...yeah..." he groaned standing up stretching himself out as his bones cracked.

"You hungry?"

"Gimmie five mintues to wake up first damn."

"I'll take it as a yes."

So you started making everyone breakfast

Billy ended up helping you because he litterally watched you almost knock down a pan of hot bacon greese twice and you've barely even started.

And a soft knock causes you to get the door.

Its Steve. With flowers.

"Happy Halloween." He speaks with a smile, "For you."

"Thanks., Happy Halloween to you too," Y/n smiled looking at the orange and yellow sunflowers, "they're pretty."

"Just like you."

That made you giggle, Ew giggle?

Billy swears he'll puke in he hears you giggle again and you'd be right beside him puking your brains out

Steve's pretty pissed when he walks in and sees Billy cooking breakfast as you quickly put your flowers in a vase

"Last time I seen both of you together it was-"

"At the dinner." They both answered.

Y/n smiled, it was nice to have them around together

Though they really hated each other.

They enjoyed you attempt at breakfast

It wasnt a crazy breakfast just simple bacon, eggs and toast.

"Not bad." Billy complimented.

"Thanks." Y/n spoke, "Thought I would of burnt it."

"Just the toast." Steve teased causing Y/n to chuckle, "Burnt toast ends are good."

Y/n smiled poking at her eggs, "I'll have to remember that."

Steve smiled at her, as she held her smile back. The two catching eyes, locking and holding one anothers gaze.

Billy only rolls his eyes at the both of you

He just has a bad vibe off Steve

And that goes both ways

Soon everyone starts waking up and you get them coffee and breakfast

You get the Polaroid camera and take pictures of everyone

Madnai and Billy sitting next to each other of course show the bird

"My brother likes cameras." Will spoke sitting besides Y/n with his breakfast, they sitting on the porch together on the stairs.

Y/n smiled drinking some of the coffee, "Yeah? If he's anything like you, we could be good friends."

Will nodded looking down at his plate, the cold stealing heat from the food.

"You...lived in New York."

"Yes I did." Y/n spoke, "All my life almost."

"You've seen. Werid stuff?" Will asked, "Like. Stuff that's...scary?"

Y/n looked down at her mug, "...Yeah...I do."

"Do you dream about it?"

"All the time." Y/n answered, "what about you? Have any bad dreams?"

"Not last night." He answered.

"But before?"

Will nodded, "I get worried Im gonna hurt someone."

"Thats the good thing about nightmares." Y/n spoke, "they cant hurt anyone. Not anyone out here."

He nods as Y/n smiled, "So. What houses are we going after first? I know in New York the rich families always give out full bars."

"Here too. Same houses every year."

You both go inside, Will wanting some more eggs.

Joyce is glad to hear Will has no nightmares, its not often and she even jokes that she'd have to start having him have sleep over with you more

Its just a good time all around.

Billy's given up on convicing you to go to a party instead of trick or treating but did tell you where the party would be just in case

He leaves after a time, saying he had to check on his "shit head sister" you two quickly linking Pinkies before he leaving

"What was that?" Steve asked as they walked into her room.

"Handshake in a way." Y/n spoke.

"Bye Y/n!"

"Bye Will! Bye Joyce! I'll pick up Will in a few!" She called.

Y/n pulled the hanger down with the costume on it

"We don't have a handshake." Steve commented.

Y/n chuckled, "did you want to make one?"

"I wouldn't mind-" Steve started, as he turned around she getting undressed to put the suit on.

"I just thought it'd be cool. You know. With dating an all...plus. dont think any other girl would want to have a secret handshake."

A zipper was heard before Y/n's footsteps and he turned around: seeing her in full deep red leather with an accent of black.

"You look. Wow." Steve started looking at her in awe, "wow...is that-"

"Leather?" Y/n asked, "sure we can call it leather."

"You look."

Y/n raised a brow.

"Wow."

Okay is he gonna stop saying Wow now?

You can only laugh and walk out the room with the helmet in hand.

Apparently Peter's coming too because he's now in a toned down spiderman suit like the classic instead of the superfancy shiney one

"Whattya think? Think I could tag along?"

"I think your tags showing."

"What!? Really!? Aw man!"

Steve almost feels left out, but he said he was going to a party so not to really feel bad about it

You leave with Parker and Steve at your side bur before you do.

"Matt you're coming."

"Yeah alright."

Just drag Matt Murdock along on all your silly adventures

No you really just need him to flirt with Mrs.Wheeler so you can sneak Mike out the back door

Saying bye to Steve you kiss him quickly and then your on your way

"No daredevil outfit?" Y/n questioned Matt clearing his throat, "its on under your suit isn't it."

"Just in case."

"In case what? A tree attacks us?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just incase Y/n goes insane."

You only laugh at that and park infront of the Wheelers, getting out as Matt gets out with ease

"Act like your not blind. Just keep the glasses on and flirt with her. I'll go around back and Peter will keep the car going."

"Yeah yeah. Go go."

Operation break the kid out of his basement a go.

You quickly ran around back while Matt went to sweet talk Mrs.Wheeler

"Well...Hello." Mrs.Wheeler spoke with a smile, Matt smiling back.

"Hello. Ms?"

"Mrs. Wheeler. Karen Wheeler." She spoke, yeah sounds like she wouldnt be Mrs. For much longer talking like that.

You knock on Mikes basement door that leads to the back as he opens it seeing Three boys there.

"YOU'RE-"

"Shh!" Y/n shushed opening the helmet, "Sinclair, Wheeler- hi new kid."

"You're from the supermarket! Remember me? Dustin Dustin Henderson."

"Oh. Yeah. Hi. Now hurry up Mrs.Wheeler dosen't exactly like me."

They rushed to follow you and while Matt quickly said his goodbyes after painfully flirting with Mrs.Wheeler they all quickly got to the truck

"Come on we gotta go get Max!" Y/n spoke, taking the helmet off, "hold this would you Henderson?"

They all wanna wear it. They know your not all the really heros but damn. You do look it

You guys go pick up max, then Will

Thats where you "offically meet Johnathan"

"Hey. I'm-"

"Y/n....Y/n Castiglione..."

She smiled, "Thats me. Hehe...Jonathan I remember you from the lunch tables. Not very...social at school."

"No! No! I. I understand ya." He spoke as they shook hands, "nice to finally meet you."

"Right back at you."

"So uh. If you dont mind. Taking photos while there out."

"No not at all yeah. I'd love too."

Group of kids ready to rumble now

You take them to the "rich neighborhood" because thats where all the good candy is

They're all rushing to get out the car because they have to home by a certain time so they want all the candy they can get

Peter and Matt keep up with most of them

But Will's kinda lagging, so you stick with him. Gives for nice photos of the kids in the distance

You also snap a few pictures of Will trick or treating too

As well as denying people for pictures

But as you're standing there changing the film and waiting for Will to come back down you look up and he's gone

"Huh. Will! Will!" Y/n called just to hear him shivering from far away.

You managed to find him.

"Hey! Hey! Buddy. What's wrong?"

"Im sorry im sorry!" He cried.

"Come on lets take a breathe. Theres nothing to be sorry for." She tells him.

"Will?!"

"We're down here mike."

Mike rushed down to both of you and ask what happened

But Will says he just wants to go back and hang out with Mike at his place.

"Okay. Thats fine. Call your mom while your there? So she knows. And take this," Y/n spoke handing him the camera," Good memories right?"

He looks down at the camera and full roll and nods.

"Come on I'll take you both back."

So you do just that, drive them back to Mikes house.

"And please! Call your mother!"

"I will."

Y/n smiles, "Hey and Will."

He looks back at her, "If you ever need someone to back you up. I've got you."

"Thanks."

You hope he'd be okay, and that a friend could help him, but you have to go pick up the other kids too because its getting towards that time

So you take them home waving to them then driving off.

But one of the kids forgot something to there costume so you'll just give it back Monday.

So when you drop off Lucas and wave to Mr. And mrs.Sinclair goodbye you realize its not even that late.

"What are your thinking?" Matt questioned.

"Its only 10:30." Y/n spoke.

"And?" Matt spoke Peter handing him a tootsie roll, "thank you"

"I...could go to a party."

"We're going to a party?" Peter asked.

"No. I'm going to a party."

"You take peter i dont tell. You dont take Peter I tell." Matt spoke.

"What?! Why?" Y/n argued.

"Always need someone watching you back." Matt defended, "is this Bananana flavored what the hell!"

"What!? No way?! Thats a thing!?" Peter asked handing Matt another one.

"Steve will be there." Y/n defended.

"Oh." Matt spoke.

"What do you mean oh?"

"Oh. Like. Drinking, drugs, boys, bathrooms-"

"EW!" Peter and Y/n complained.

"Im telling the truth!" Matt defended opening the packet of candy and eating it, "who the hell gives out fruity tootise rolls!"

"So. I take Peter. We chill for a few hours we come back."

"Wait so I can go?"

"Yeah."

"Alright!"

Matts gonna murder you with the fruity tootsie rolls if you keep giving them to him.

You drop him off at his motel and then your off

Que you and peter almost getting lost for 25 mintues, real smooth

But you guys eventually make it

Just to find a guy hurling outside

"Wow. Hawkins Parties. Great." Peter joked.

You could only roll your eyes at him as you both went inside.

You could Find Steve but you found Billy

Being Billy

People hyping him up as he chugged what you assumed was the whole Keg he feeling like a king

Then spotted you

"Look who decided to show up!" He laughed, shouting over the music,"Put your kids too bed!?"

"Infact I did!" She laughed.

"Come on! Lets get you a drink!" He shouted

"No! No! Im not into the whole drinking think!"

"I know! But you be surpised that water and soda still exist here!"

So he takes you to go get a water and then runs off, you following just to loose him in the crowded house.

Thats when you spot Nancy, and go to say Hi but Steve's over there.

You much rather not intrude on there friendship, after all. You're always hanging around boys so you dont see a problem with Nancy hanging around or anyone else

Except Carol

We dont like Carol, or Heather aka the Bully

Peter finally finds you

"Already partying?" Y/n laughed.

"This kinda sucks." He answered grabbing a water.

"Yeah," y/n spoke, "Not everything they make it out to be."

"Wanna just go back to yours and build that lego set?" Peter asked then took a chug of water, but got no answer, "Y/n?"

What was Steve Harrington doing walking Nancy Wheeler to the bathroom just in sight And going in with her

"One sec."

You left Peter there as you went to the bathroom, in full honesty you expect to hear soothing words and puking

Not. Well.

"Its all Bullshit!" Nancy complained.

"Nanc, come on you're drunk, just puke your brains out and-"

"You're bullshit!" She argued.

"Nancy I don't-"

"Bullshit. Its all bullshit Steve. I love you!"

Y/n stayed still, "Nanc, I. Look I really like Y/n."

"But you don't love her. Its why its Bullshit! Who do you love?! Its me or her!"

"Nanc, you know you can't make me do that-"

"Its me. Or its her!"

You interveinded by knocking on the door.

"Nanc? I seen you come in here? Are you okay? You didnt look so good!"

The door opened to see Nanc still hunched over the sink, and Steve standing on the other side of her.

"Too much to drink?" Y/n asked him.

"No kidding." Steve told.

"Nancy? You okay?" Y/n asked going to stand her up straight.

"No-" her protest didnt last long as she fell over Y/n catching her.

"Alright lets get you some water-"

Nancy just pushed off her, and went off by herself

"Rude drunk much?" Y/n asked.

"I thought you weren't coming." Steve spoke up

"Kids went home." Y/n told, "Thinkin about goin there myself. Home. This aint my style."

"I could go with you." Steve mentioned.

"I've gotta drop Peter off." Y/n answered, "Maybe. Come over we go threw the candy stash?"

"At my house?" Steve asked.

"Your house? Steve your parents-"

"Aren't home." Steve finished for her, "I like Tootsie rolls. See you there."

He kissed your cheek and then left

You and Peter end up leaving and you telling him you were going to Steves

He starts teasing you

"Yeah? What about you and MJ?"

"Thats a different story!"

"Sure. Parker Sure."

You pulled up to the motel just for Karen to run up.

"Hey Karen-"

"Matt's gone."

"What?" Y/n asked.

"He's gone!" Karen complained.

"Come on he's blind but very much capable-"

"Y/n!"

"Okay! Okay! Let me park and we'll help look!"

It doesn't take long for you with a trusty flashlight to reach the nearby farms to see Matt out there

"Damn it Murdock! What in gods name are you-"

You had stepped into a pumpkin rather than tripping over one just to see your ankle high in rotten pumpkin guts.

You kick them off and walk over to Matt

"Dude everyones-"

"Shh-"

"Hey-"

"Shut up."

Well if Matt's telling you to shut up its usually important

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

He was silent for a moment, "look at the pumpkins below you. There. Rotted."

"Okay some bad crop maybe?"

"Pumpkins? Rotting on Halloween Night?" Matt asked grabbing a piece just for it to almost melt in his hand like ice cream on a hot day, "Crops this rotted would take days, weeks even. Why would it be so vast?"

"Matt. Its Hawkins. Its probably some old farmer that just cant get around fast enough." Y/n explained, "lets go now?"

He sighed, getting up and picking up his white cane and unfolding it, walking over to her, "somethings not right here, you need to tell me if you see anything."

"Matt. Its Hawkins!" Y/n protested.

"Y/n. Im blind!" Matt argued, "look what I do."

Matt did have a fair point, but you rather just. Stay away from that stuff

You were trying to ya know. Lay Low

Plus you had a boyfriend, and then there were the kids

And you just dont wanna rope them in to anything Superhero level dangerous

Certainly didnt want anything avenger level threat

You took Matt back and used the motel phone to call Frank

"No."

"What!? Why not!?" Y/n complained.

"Who's house are you staying at?" Frank asked.

"I dont know. Who's house is Joyce staying at?" Y/n protested.

"So this is how your gonna convince me?" Frank asked.

"Yes?"

He sighed, "I need the truck back for tommrow- If I see ONE mark on you-"

"Yeah yeah, you'll pow pow pow. I got it." Y/n spoke, "Try and not break the bed frame?"

"Y/n! I swear to-"

But you had already hung up and was calling Steve's house

"Hello?"

"Harrington. Pick me up by the street near my house 15 mintues."

With that you said goodbye to everyone, told Matt to stop freaking out and drove off to your house

You parked the truck and hurried in through your window to change and throw the stuff one of the kids left in your room.

You'd ask Strange to portal back the suit later.

So with your bag of candy and small bag of chlothes you went to the road.

"What...the hell is that..." Y/n asked squiting at the hunched over animal in the distance, just before it darted off.

But Steve's lights come into view and he's stopping for you to get in.

You tossed your bag in the back and sit in the passenger seat

"Big Haul." Y/n smiled holding up the candy bag.

Steve smiled, "any spare tootsie rolls in there?"

"Saved one just for you."

The drive back to his house was filled with Music and laughing

You two eating candy before you could even go through it.

When you got to the house, some bad memories came over you, but you pushed forward.

He took you upstairs. You hadn't been to his room before.

His room was...plain compared to yours, but bigger.

"I can go make us something warm. Coffee? Tea?" He asked, he looked nervous having Y/n in his room sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Um...yeah whatever you make I'll have one." Y/n told with a smile.

"Right...you'll be fine up here?"

"Yeah."

So he left you up there, and you decided to pick out all the wrappers from your candy adventure in Steve's car and toss them in his little trash

Just to catch a peak out his window

Wow. Steve's family had a lot more money than you realized

It was sooner rather than later that he came up with tea for the both of you

"Sorry. If you don't uh."

"Like it?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll drink it anyhow. Thanks."

They sat on his bed side by side, drinking tea.

"You're not very picky."

Y/n chuckled, "how could I be?"

Steve cocked an eyebrow up as Y/n sighed, "Sorry-"

"No. No." Steve told, "harder than I imagined in New York."

Y/n smiled, "Superhero's are people too."

"You really do have relationships with them. Don't you?" Steve questioned, "Genuine realtionships."

"I understand them. In a way...I see them as people..rather than superheros. Not all are good though, some rest in the gray and such." Y/n informed with a soft smile towards him, "Its tough out there."

"Im no superhero, but I get it." Steve answered, "I shouldn't even be saying that..."

"Hey. Everyone has there hardest hour." Y/n told setting her mug besides her feet on the floor, "its diffrent from someone elses. Ya know?"

"I think thats what makes you...unique." he started, "You...see everyone in different parts. Heh I'd be dumb to say its not one of the reasons I love you-"

It went silent between the two, Steve clearing his throat as he set his mug on his nightstand, "I. Sorry."

"For what?" Y/n spoke, "You say sorry when you dont mean things. Did you not-"

"Mean it?" Steve asked, "Well No I didnt."

"You didn't?"

"No! I mean yes no I didn't- The sorry. But I did- I- fuck."

Y/n smiled small at him as he jumbled his words: "I get it."

"Oh thank god."

He couldnt help but feel stupid when you were around, like you were some kindergarten crush

When both of you are already dating

You lay back on his bed, and he lays besides you.

Thats when you realize he has a glow in the dark star sticker on his ceiling still, most likely from when he was like 8

"Does it still glow?" Y/n asked.

"What?" Steve asked looking at the ceiling as she points it out, "lets find out."

He turns off his lamp leaving the two in the semi dark light from the pool outside polluting the room.

"Yeah kinda." Y/n smiled as Steve finds himself next to Y/n again.

"Huh. Would you look at that." Steve chuckled watching Y/n reach a hand out to the star.

"Stars aren't far out of reach then." Y/n told him.

Steve's hand came up to catch Y/n's, "Two hands are better than one."

She turns her head to look at him he doing the same as they make eye contact and hold it, "You're not wrong."

Steve gives her a soft smile, he getting up to lean on his side and look down at her, "what?" She asked.

"Just wondering if you have more intrest in the star than me." Steve told her, causing her to laugh, "Could...I steal your attention for just a moment for a kiss?"

"And ruin my view of the star? No way!"

"Ouch!"

Y/n laughed as he joined her, feeling her hands grip onto his collar and pull him down into a soft kiss. It pulling Steve in deeper in love than he already was.

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just-a-wholesome-writer · 7 months

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Recovery (pt. 1)

"Oi! Oi, kid! You okay?"

The Young boy could only groan as he felt someone nudge his side. He wanted to stand up, to yell at them to leave him alone, to ask them how they bypassed Sebastian- but the pain shooting along his back kept him in a fetal position on the ground.

Concrete, he figured as his fingers slid over the hard surface. Had he been kidnapped again? By whom? He heard the stranger sigh.

"Jesus Christ, kid. Ya' got me worried there for a sec. If ya wouldn't have started breathin' again well...I don't know wha' I would've done.." he said with a thick accent that was irritating to his ears, and he wished he could open his eyes just so he could roll them.

"I'm fine..." he said, trying to sound confident, yet his voice barely came out as a whisper. He could now feel the stranger's breath against his face.

"Yeah, sorry if I don't believe that..." he chuckled, before coughing a few times. His breath smelled like cigarettes and his shirt smelled of sweat. Ciel felt like throwing up as he was pressed again it as he picked him up.

"Where are we going..." He croaked. He hated this. He hated the feeling of this man's hands on him, they were warm and clammy. What was he thinking, carrying him like this? Did he enjoy it? Did he feel powerful? To have him be so at the mercy of a stranger, unable to move or escape, unable to stop whatever he might do-

"FUCKIN' HELL-" the man exclaimed, looking at his vomit covered chest, "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT UH...."

He looked around frantically, unsure of what to do, before his eyes set on a shop nearby and his legs moved before he could think it through. "Okay, alright, don't ya worry, shit happens..."

The ring of the front door alerted one of the usually bored workers at the little clothing store, who's face suddenly contorted into one of panic when she saw the boy being sat on one of their chairs.

The man's eyes met with hers and without a word being spoken, she went to fetch a wet cloth and a glass of water, as the stranger continued to try and reassure the young Earl.

Ciel simply sat, drowning out his meaningless words as he tried to figure out how he got here. This didn't feel like London. It felt warmer here, quieter too. Was he in another part of england? Or somewhere else entirely? And who would've taken him just to leave him on the street?

He almost didn't feel it as the lady wiped his mouth clean, but he did take notice of the cold water hitting his tongue. His arms hurt with every little movement but they still shot up to hold onto the glass like his life depended on it. It felt good, focusing on how it slowly slid down his throat, instead of the dull pain that had overtaken him.

He didn't say thank you when it was empty, though he did feel greatful. The man and the store clerk seemed happy enough though, and started to chat a little farther away from him about what to do now.

Lights have a sound here, Ciel noticed. It was easier to focus on the sound with his eyes closed. Did light always have this buzzing accompanying it? And it was so bright, too. Not like the soft candles that lit up a ballroom, but a piercing blue that managed to shine even through his eyelids.

He made his first attempt to open his eyes now, both eyes, as his eyepatch seemingly got lost along with his butler.

But before he could make out anything, the two strangers were once again in front of him, now talking in that high and gentle voice he'd always despised hearing. The kind adults would use only to talk to small childrem or an injured animal. Like they were afraid of scaring him.

If only they knew the monsters he'd seen. They would be the one's to quiver, the ones who'd need comforting.

"-you have a mommy or a daddy? Do they know where you are?"

"Look at 'im! He ain't in a position to chat! Listen kid, we're gonna call some folks and they're gonna take good care of ya' okay?"

"Who do you want to call? Child protective services? We don't know what happened, maybe he ran away! Maybe his parents are searching for him right now!"

"Well what the hell do ya want me to do?! He's a kid, he's injured, and he obviously can't tell us more! Ya wanna just leave him like this?!"

Quiet

He just...he just needed them to be quiet.

He just needed them to be gone.

Without a word, he bolted past the two adults, his numb legs almost giving out on him, but somehow he managed to make it out. His breath heavy and unable to catch, he slumped back against a nearby building hoping they'll look elsewhere.

"...bastian..." he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't stop his body from shaking. Why couldn't he stop his body from shaking?

"Sebastian...!" he tried to yell, though it sounded more desperate than demanding.

"Sebastian... Sebastian, come back! That's an order! That..." he choked on his words, trying to stop the tears that were now flowing out uncontrollably.

How dare he, that bastard. They had a contract! He was to protect him, no matter what. He was to respond to the orders he gives him.

He waited there. For his butler, for anyone to come and get him. And if it was that horrible viscount, or that damn reaper. Anyone.

"Eh... Hi there! Do you...c-can I help you?"

#aaand the first actual chapter I wrote #dunno if ill continue this but eh #at least i got it posted somewhere in case i will #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji #black butler fic #black butler

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1waizumihajime · 4 years

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hey~ so awhile ago i made a uquiz that asked for some unpopular a3! opinions. here is the verdict (note: responses have only been edited for spelling, and if a response mentioned members of multiple troupes they are repeated in each section) enjoy!:

tsuzuru should become a professional gay drama fanfic writer based off the mankai company

Chikage is a cool character but if he doesn't get over his mom trauma and keeps treating women bad its gonna be a problem. Like outside of kidnapping izumi as a sabotage for the company he treated her so bad bc she's a woman and he was like "oh I realize ur not like other girls" I hate it here

Sakuya is underappreciated and deserves some more heart to heart talks.

Citron and Izumi would make a fantastic couple!!

TsuzuMizu is one of the world’s greatest love stories. The Y E A R N I N G

I think that. Chikage :)

I don’t like Masumi

why does everyone like chikage and itaru i dont understand

masumi pls stop deep breathin

Tsuzuru’s deadlines were only for the first 4 plays of the company and the fact that no one says this to him or try��s to help him with his sleep and work means they’re perfectly fine with him ruining his health if they get what they want from him (a good script) in this essay I will

if they don't release the sprites of itaru and banri's older sisters i have no choice but to assume they're hot af and also sapphic

Izumi needs to place a restraining order on Masumi

Muku has bigger duality than Itaru

Masumi is creepy

Itarun is baby

citron is a walking racist stereotype and thats why i dont like a3 :)

itaru is too good looking for his own good, love that for him

sakuya deserves the world but that's not an opinion it's just a fact

I- u. H m— u h— ...... so like- Taichi Banri and Tenma hanging out being friends. Y e s—

muku nonbinary

Yuki is a cishet, and saying he isn't when it's stated he is, and gets bullied for not being cishet makes me feel wrong

a3! writers: we addressed kazu's problems me: you didn't address shit a3! writers: we've addressed them

misumi deserves the world

Yuki is Ace and no it’s a fact people refuse to acknowledge

maybe we should talk more about how kazunari never got his conclusion and still has issues being himself but im just sayin

i don't think is actually unpopular but a3 im begging you. please stop type-casting characters and let characters other than yuki play female characters hdjkhfjkhfjs khjksh ok thanks

Misumi x Tenma is NOT valid (Sorry not sorry)

idk if this is unpopular but i wish misumi’s character was more fleshed out...his whole life can’t be 1.) triangle and 2.) parental neglect ToT

Muku has bigger duality than Itaru

cmon we could have a little izumi/banri's older sister. just for fun and banri's mild suffering

Juza is overrated

I- u. H m— u h— ...... so like- Taichi Banri and Tenma hanging out being friends. Y e s—

if they don't release the sprites of itaru and banri's older sisters i have no choice but to assume they're hot af and also sapphic

i actually don't see the appeal in SakyoIzu. idk, Izumi can do better than that

banri depressed :( thats why he angy

juza and omi superior ship

banri has good fashion taste fite me

taichi is a top tier boy <3

Taiyuki supremacy

jtszbn :]

taichi and juza good ship why does no one ship GRRR i angery

juza is way more interesting than people give him credit for! him just casually offering to cross dress...i love him. also he definitely wears eyeliner

idk man but taichi is severely underappreciated

Juza and banri are both subs but banri is a brat and makes juza top. Juza's mom has beaten god behind a 711

Nachi is best boy

Azumi needs to Stop

Uhhhh the puppy characters aren't actually that cute and Taichi is very annoying on the surface before taking into account his backstory. The characters who have passions and interests outside of just being good to you, the player, are much cuter imo

it's not an unpopular opinion, i'm literally just in love with omi

Homare’s definitely gay, I can feel it

azuma... asexual.. thank u for coming 2 my ted talk

Tasuku is a himbo. He's buff, he's stupid, and contrary to popular belief he is NOT mean, yall are just sensitive. I will die mad about this

Tasuku is a himbo. No I will not budge on this. After he stops being an asshole he BECOMES a himbo and if liber would just SHOW him being the himbo he was meant to be then I'd be able to rest in peace

Hisoka is a really good flirt

U h Hisoka is so fuvkimg short i swear to fucking god he needs to drink more fucking milk-

Beyond the Wall is not that good.

guy deserves more thirsty hoes why does he have so few give guy thirsty hoe stans

homare rights

Homare world domination

hisoka unhinge

Azuma is genderfluid.

Tsumugi and his "grandma" vibe ;)))

Homare mermaid play. We need it

Azuma deserves a hug so does Homare actually all of Winter Troupe deserves a hug

Cybird pls let me date izumi I would like to give her a kiss pls

They’re all gay

Gay

I'm gay

i’m conflicted about izumi bc on the one hand i like fleshed out female leads but on the other hand because i’m so different from her i find it hard to relate to the game sometimes

the anime is still not perfect but I like it for what it is

um i dont hate this particularly, but it annoys me how everyone ships the lead and co-lead (saku&masu, tenyuki, juban) because they have a good dynamic, like ??? yeah lol and?? but its harmless and stuff so in chill w it. only exception is tasuku and tsumu because they do have chemistry!! absolutely hinted at

#a3!#a3! actor training game #a3! act! addict! actors!#note: a lot of people said gay so i reduced it to those three variations lmfao #the person who said jza is overrated is my enemy btw #also several ppl just left me cute messages TTTT i love y'all #if i get more responses i might make a part two of this but i think this quiz has crested a bit

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kbstories · 6 years

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And with this third chapter, the fic is complete!

Only Lost The Night

Tags: Recovery, First Kiss, Fishing (non-graphic)

No additional spoilers apply.

>>Read on AO3

<<First Chapter

<<Second Chapter

The coffee comes out of the pot piping hot, quickly warming his mug and filling the morning air with its scent.

Arthur downs it in big gulps, wincing as it burns down his throat. The bad taste in his mouth is gone, though, and his queasy stomach settles with something to digest. The cold sweat he wakes up in every morning, or the tremor in his hands, well – recovery, as it turns out, is one tough son of a bitch, much more so when your alcohol supply is out of reach.

A sigh worms its way out his mouth, clouding white in front of him. There's precious little for him to do in camp – he can barely raise his left arm higher than chest height without pulling some wound or other – and most of the gang's inner workings come along well without his input.

This must be the longest Arthur's been off duty in... a while. It's disorienting, to say the least.

It doesn't help that, additionally to Miss Grimshaw's care – a duty she caries out with a gruff undertone in her voice but an indulgent glint in her eyes –, Charles has been watching him like a hawk, grumbling about his hard work going to waste otherwise.

Arthur would be the first to admit that drinking himself into a stupor a week into his mandatory bedrest was not his brightest moment. It definitely beat sitting on his ass all day long, doing fuck-all to earn his keep.

At this rate, he'll end up going to the dogs like Uncle. Isn't that a fun thought to entertain?

Even now he can feel the man's gaze on him, all the way across camp. Arthur raises his mug in the general direction of Charles's usual post, and plants himself on one of the logs surrounding the camp fire. See, I can be good, too.

A lazy salute is his meagre reward. Arthur shakes his head, only noticing the smile on his own face when he goes to light a cigarette. Drawing deep, he exhales slowly, finding himself enjoying the bite of nicotine on his tongue instead of merely going through the motions.

Maybe he can ask Hosea for one of them crime novels he's been so involved with lately. How was the author called again? Arthur flicks the excess ash to the ground, chasing the name on the tip of his tongue. Nope, gone. Never been his strongest suit, books, but Jack's seems interested too as of late, and with how things have been, the boy deserves some hero's tale or other to dream of.

… not one of Hosea's, then. God knows the kid sees enough blood and death as is.

Gaze lost in the fire and with nowhere else to go, Arthur's thoughts drift like smoke in the wind. To Jack, and how somewhere in this mess, he became Uncle Arthur to him. About that boy Kieran, so desperate for somewhere to belong it's painful to watch at times, and John, who had it all and disappeared who-knows-where all the same. Dutch and Hosea and that ever-shifting dream they keep chasing.

And yet his fingers itch for... something more, something to touch, to hold on to, like a pen or a gun or–

A genuine connection, to tether his very being to something bigger than himself. What if, Arthur thinks.

What if, what if.

He blows another puff into the sky and watches it disappear into nothingness.

“Okay. Hunting. Nothin' fancy, just a doe or two. Need practice with that bow, right? Takes a lifetime to master, an' all that–”

“No.”

“Oh for... One ride. To– to the general store in Rhodes, or, uh, to the tree line and back. A glimpse at the fields.”

Charles hitches his elbow on his knee, hand under his chin. “No”, he repeats, the low, serious timbre of his voice crumbling with veiled amusement. A searching gaze is leveled on Arthur, the kind to reveal every weakness hiding under his skin.

“Is that what it takes, Morgan? Two weeks in camp?”

“Ain't beggin' yet”, Arthur mumbles under his breath and throws Charles an unhappy look – Charles, who is currently sitting cross-legged on his saddle stand, confident as a king and entitled like one, too. Behind him, Dyani sniffs Charles's hair and pushes it around with her nose, rubbing his shoulder in the process.

It took Arthur weeks of constant work (and treats) to get the hang of the Andalusian's fickle temper and here they are, chummy like old friends. Traitors, the lot of them. Arthur's shoulders slump in defeat.

“Fine, have it your way.”

The statement isn't immediately followed by action, however. The mere thought of wasting more hours walking a line into the dirt, watching people come and go and feeling their sympathetic eyes on him is revolting to an almost physical degree. Arthur stares at his cot, just a few feet away, and can't bring himself to move.

“Arthur.”

Just his name, without pity. He closes his eyes and rubs his neck, staring at his boots as he struggles to find the right words.

“Just feelin' useless, is all. Can't do nothin' for weeks now an' with the O'Driscolls and whoever else breathin' down our necks... Ain't the man I am, Charles. To sit around an' wait for things to happen.”

A rustle of movement makes him glance up. Charles hops to his feet, easy as anything, and Arthur barely registers he's throwing something until he's grabbed it. A fishing rod? Arthur tilts his head with a frown.

“But you–”

“Teach me”, Charles says simply, and all Arthur can do is shut his mouth and nod, trying (and failing) to ignore how warm his chest feels.

Little by little, the smooth lines of graphite connect, fill in blank space, spill over the shadowed fold between the pages and beyond.

The gentle rocking of the boat, the rhythmic lapping of water against lacquered wood, the sting of a wound, still healing – it all fades into the background, there but muted as his attention is bracketed by the edges of his journal.

With the sun warming his back, Arthur draws.

In front of him sits Charles, leaning back just as he is, feet propped up against the boat's curved hull. Rod and line in place, his eyes are alert and search the surface of the lake for any movement, the very picture of endless patience. The breeze plays with a loose strand of his hair before he reaches up and tucks it away.

Charles fishes, and Arthur draws... him.

(Arthur's sketch of Charles by @ISpitznagel)

His shoulder doesn't allow him to sit as he usually does, legs folded close to his chest and journal balanced on his knees, angled away so nobody can see what he's working on. The members of the gang quickly learned that whoever tries is more likely to catch a fist to the jaw than a glimpse at his sketches. What is to others a collection of landscapes and animals and the odd person, to Arthur, well...

Things in his life don't have the best relationship with permanence, as it were. He'd rather commit what he can to paper before they inevitably disappear too.

Charles asks later, “What do you think of when you draw?”, when the light has grown too weak to keep going and Arthur reached for his pack of cigs to occupy his hands instead. Arthur, who drew in his lap instead of on his knees and knows that Charles saw.

He finds he doesn't mind one bit.

“Depends”, he mutters, stretching his legs out as far as the narrow boat allows, bumping against Charles's hip. “Sometimes nothin', sometimes somethin' I can't put words to just yet. Just keepin' track of things, in my own way. Makes 'em less unfathomable, if I may borrow one of them fancy terms.”

Charles snorts, “You may”, his grin there and gone in a flash. He's set aside the fishing rod – with the bucket they brought along filled to the brim with fish, there wouldn't be anywhere to put them anyways –, merely watching Arthur smoke now.

“Never was much the artistic type, myself. Looks all a bit like magic to me.”

Arthur grins back, offering him a cig of his own. Charles shrugs and takes one out of the box, leaning close to the match Arthur lights for him; his face is momentarily lit by its flaring tip, his eyes reflecting the embers' glow.

Their fingers brush and Arthur hums, exhales another smoke-filled breath into the night sky.

“Well I'd show you how, Charles, but if you take to it as quickly as fishin', what unique skills would that leave me with?”

Charles shrugs. “I can think of some”, he counters easily, another step in this dance of theirs that they slip into on nights like these. Teasing words wrapped around tender spots and soft-spoken secrets. Arthur takes the compliment for what it is, shaking his head fondly.

They smoke. Arthur tells Charles of the time he went fishing with Jack, months ago now; how hard it had been for the kid to focus on the fish, and less so on picking flowers.

“Seems the creative sort, you know? Better to let 'em make things. Kid's too young for all this crap we keep puttin' him through.”

“Does Marston know, though?” Charles sighs. “Some days it seems to me like you're more of a father to that boy than he is.”

Arthur frowns, rubs at his chest and that dull ache that, years later, is still there.

“Well, in some ways... Can't up and leave for a year an' expect things to remain the same, I guess. But John cares, or at least I think he does.” A pause. “'cause that's the thing, ain't it? Dutch taught us to give a shit 'bout family an' whatnot but, John an' I, we ain't got the same charisma he does. 's one of those things that's easier said than done.”

For a while, Charles says nothing. Just sits and smokes, looking into the distance. Turning some thought or other in his head, Arthur assumes. Eventually: “Guess you're right. Just doesn't feel good, seeing a kid on the run. Too much of that, as of late.”

“Ain't that the truth”, Arthur nods, righting himself to shake off some of the somber mood weighing on his shoulders. Smirking, he nudges Charles's knee with his own. “Just glad he stuck by that when them O'Driscolls got me. Didn't know I was even worthy of the best damn rescue squad we got.”

Charles's eyes snap to his then, narrowing a fraction. “Huh?”

“Dutch, I mean. An' you.”

“Oh.” That peculiar expression vanishes, Charles's face all-too-neutral. “Guess so”, he repeats, and Arthur draws back a little.

“Did I, uh–“ Glancing down, Arthur fiddles with the burned-out stub, staining his fingers with ash. “Didn't mean no offense, Charles. Been complainin' a lot but I wouldn't be here at all without you. Just wanted to let you know, 'm takin' none of that for granted.”

Suddenly Charles's hand is there, giving Arthur's a gentle squeeze. “Hey. That's not what I meant. Was just somewhere else, there.”

Automatically, Arthur squeezes back.

“Point still stands. Thank you.”

A quiet chuckle reels him back in, as it always does these days, “I'd do it again in a heartbeat, you know that”, and Arthur can't not look up at those words, searching his expression for– What, exactly?

What if, what if. The distance is gone, Charles's gaze warming further as Arthur's thumb brushes over the scarred back of his hand, feeling the calm rhythm of his pulse against his.

“What are we doing, Charles?”

The question is soft, said without any idea where it's headed: a road untraveled, missing from every map yet waiting to be explored.

Charles blinks, taken off guard. He opens his mouth, hesitates, admits, “Whatever you want us to”, sounding just as vulnerable as Arthur feels.

A split-second decision: Arthur tugs, Charles follows, catching himself against the boat. “Arthur”, he whispers, close enough Arthur can feel his breath on his face.

Arthur rasps, “Tell me to stop”, but Charles never does; he leans in, interlacing their fingers in the same moment their lips meet, tentatively – Arthur's eyes flutter shut, his fingers find the collar of Charles's shirt blindly, pull him ever-closer as he melts into it.

They barely part between one kiss and the next; Arthur murmurs Charles's name with the little breath he can catch, and “Fuck”, as Charles's tongue pushes into his mouth and he tastes smoke. His blood sings, throbbing in his veins in a dizzying rush, all the more prominent when Charles's thigh slides between his, caging him in–

The white-hot flash of pain comes so unexpected Arthur gasps, twisting his shoulder away from the pressure. Charles flinches, leans back, “Shit, sorry”, he pants out, mouth spit-slick and eyes wide.

Arthur can barely hear it over how loud his heart is, drumming away in his chest– “'m okay”, he says because Charles looks like he needs to hear it, but he doesn't let go, not yet.

“Come back. Please?”

Charles sways like he's drunk, nods – presses his forehead against Arthur's, noses brushing, but his tone is cautious, now. “We– This is not wise. You need time to heal.”

Arthur laughs, more than a little husky. “Do I look like I care about wise right now? Fuck, Charles.”

Charles's voice isn't faring much better; he hums a low “mmhm” before he kisses Arthur again, fleetingly. “Fuck me, indeed. I swear I had pure intentions with this.”

“You hate fishing. Dunno why you tried to convince me otherwise.”

“... I do, sorry.”

They share a smile, and Arthur shakes his head, tracing the curve of Charles's lips with his thumb.

“I don't mind. I prefer the alternative, too.”

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#red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #charthur #rdr fanfiction #fuckin......... finally #i'll probably write smut next lmao it's been a while #but these boys desperately need to 👏🏽 get 👏🏽 it 👏🏽#pls rb to feed your local fanfic writer!#my stuff #RDR

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Beaver Hollow - The Delights of Van Horn

"You alright, darlin'?" Arthur asked as he had finally made it back to the Wapiti Reservation, seeing Minnie sitting down in the dirt, her legs crossed as she attempted to knit a shawl for one of the younger tribe members.

"Yeah, why?" She shrugged, her gaze heavy on the work between her fingers, the small gleam of sunlight catching her eye as it miraged off of her wedding band, making a sincere grin plaster across her face.

"Well, you just looked like you were strugglin' is all," He chuckled. "Where's Charles? I thought he was staying here with you?"

"He's around here somewhere. He's been helping out some of the men here. I think he was teaching one of 'em to skin a deer." Minnie explained.

"Okay," He nodded. "You ready to get back to camp?" He hesitated to ask.

Her tired eyes looked up at him with her shoulders rolling back to relieve the tension between her shoulder blades, "Not really. I'd rather be here ready to fight off the Army than sitting in that dump waiting on a swarm of Pinkertons to just show up."

"I know," He sighed. "I'll get us out of there before that happens."

"What about John and Abigail and Jack?"

"Them too, of course. Just like the ones that don't deserve none of this mess."

"I mean it's not too late to flee. We get the ones out of there that are itching for an honest life and let the rest of 'em decide for themselves. Then we disappear and never see the bastards again, Dutch and Micah, I mean." She corrected.

"It's not that simple, darlin', I-"

"Oh, it is that simple, but you're not letting it be." She scoffed, folding her knitting project in her lap before setting it to the side before attempting to stand up on her own, forgetting that the growing life inside of her had jarred her natural balance.

"That ain't true. I have a plan, Minnie."

"Oh, you got a plan, do ya? Since when are you listening to Dutch all of a sudden? Because you just sounded like him. Look, I understand that he practically raised you, but so did Hosea. You remember what Hosea told you?"

Arthur nodded, hiding his defeated gaze behind the brim of his hat, "Yes."

"Hosea has many years of wisdom over Dutch. You knew as well as I that when shit went down in Saint Denis, Dutch changed. He wiped Hosea off of his shoulder thinkin' he was dead and went on to the next person he thought was next in line - Micah. How much you wanna bet that when we get back to camp Micah is gonna be up his ass like a street dog sniffin' a meat wagon?"

"You and your sayin's." He chuckled.

"It's how you'll remember me by, I'm sure," She scoffed. "I guess let's go get this over with and start a new life for ourselves."

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Dutch has been lookin' for you, Arthur." John said to the approaching couple as he stood for the dreaded guard duty.

"Surprising." Minnie scoffed as they rode past John, seeing Dutch posted at his tent with his arms crossed as he looked deep in thought, which Minnie recognized as never a good sign.

"Where have you two been?" Dutch asked as he rushed towards them after realizing their return.

"Just been out. Why? What's goin' on?"

"Come with me, son." Dutch sighed, shooting Minnie a glare as he had begun to enrage a deep hatred towards her all because of the things Micah had been saying. Once getting Arthur to the outskirts of Dutch's tent, he turned to him. "What's gotten into you, Arthur?"

"Whatchu mean?"

"I mean - have you given up on us? This journey?"

"No?" Arthur shrugged. "We were just out is all. Finding a new place to lay low if need be."

"Finding a new place? This is as good as any. Ever since you got married, you've changed. You've been secretive with us and seem to only trust Miss Barlow and only her."

"First of all, it's Missus Morgan now. Secondly, I ain't bein' secretive. You know as well as I do that soon enough this is all comin' to an end. We got the Pinkertons breathin' down our necks and we're just sittin' here in the middle of some ridge waitin' to be ambushed. It's like we dug our own grave and are just waitin' on someone to throw the dirt on us."

Dutch sighed, "It's clear now that you must be reluctant on faith, Arthur."

"No, all I'm sayin' is that we haven't been covering our tracks lately..."

"Whatever you say, friend. When it's very so convenient for you, meet Micah and Bill at the old house close to the trading post in Van Horn. He has a job for you and Bill to help us with our next distraction."

"I'm sure he does..."

"Remember, Arthur. Faith!"

Scoffing silently, Arthur shook his head as he walked away from his once charismatic leader, only to recognize him now as somewhat ignorant to the situation. Seeing his new wife sweating from her brow as she knelt over in their tent appearing to organize things, he knew that she had been right all along with her judgments. "You alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, just cleaning some things up. What did Dutch want?"

"The usual - some job he wants me to go and do."

"With who?"

"Micah and Bill."

Minnie scoffed, "Yeah, we all know what happens when Micah and Bill are involved in a job. I'll be sure to listen for the explosions."

"I know," Arthur nodded, stepping closer to her. "I think I'm startin' to think that Micah has snuck his way into Dutch's head."

"Oh I know he has. Just give it a few more days and he'll be buried so far up his ass he'll be walkin' on all fours."

Chuckling, Arthur pulled her close to kiss her forehead, "You have such a way with words."

"I know, but I can't think of another woman that is. You better come back to me, Mister Morgan."

"Yes ma'am."

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Ah, there he is, old Blacklung Morgan." Micah taunted as he grimaced at the outlaw's presence.

"Shut up." Arthur scoffed.

"Was you followed?" Micah questioned.

"Excuse me?"

"Was. You. Followed?" Micah repeated, venom dripping from his tongue, Bill quietly standing up to prepare himself for any violence that was about to occur between the two outlaws.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Arthur hissed, his sharp gaze not leaving the greasy-haired outlaw's sight as he stood to his feet, taunting Arthur with his presence.

"I ain't sure. I ain't sure about much no more. All I know is there's law whenever you're around, especially when you got your little wife with you."

"Oh, is that so? Because it seems to me that since you've been ridin' with us there ain't been nothin' but trouble! Stirring things up all the time, getting in Dutch's ear. Seems wherever you is, there's Pinkertons and vice versa. So you better watch your goddamn mouth boy or I'll-" Arthur yelled, his high volume triggering a brief coughing fit, sending his enraged testosterone levels through their brink as Micah laughed at him in his pity.

"Take it easy, cowboy, you're gonna do yourself a mischief way you're heading."

"Micah, shut it!" Bill warned.

"He started it! Dutch says we is to go on with plans to create a diversion. We gotta get explosives to blow up the bridge. Keep the Army out of here for a few days."

"I think that's a real bad idea." Arthur shook his head, bracing against the banister of the old house.

"I don't think Dutch cares too much what you think."

"That's clear."

"We gotta confuse them one last time then he and I will head to Blackwater to collect the money and help everyone leave. He's got a boat lined up."

"Blackwater's a fool's errand, everyone knows it. Even a greedy moron like you."

"You only say that because your little wife says otherwise. It's Dutch's choice, Arthur, not hers. You're just a senior gun, same as the rest of us. Only you ain't well..."

"I'm fine!"

"Then you'll do Dutch's bidding! Which is robbing a stage that's coming from Annesburg full of explosives."

"Rob a stage... All we seem to ever do is rob a stage, you and me."

"Not me, you two," Micah seethed, turning his head towards Bill. "I got my own planning to do. You boys got this."

"Shit," Bill grumbled as he stood to his feet. "Guess we have. Come on, Arthur."

"And cowpoke, take it easy and stop worryin' so much about what ole Minnie is whisperin' in your ear, you could do with a vacation." Micah sneered as he mimicked a cough to mock Arthur, grinning as he watched him walk away towards his horse.

"Micah says we should jump it as soon as it comes through Van Horn." Bill suggested as he and Arthur slowly loped their horses along the trail.

"So you're takin' orders from him now?" Arthur scoffed.

"I'm takin' orders from Dutch, same as always." Bill corrected.

Arthur sighed, "The pair of them are becoming unhinged. You hear about Dutch killing Cornwall?"

"Well, that needed to be done."

"Right now? With the Pinkertons breathing down our necks? I-"

"Hey, hold up a minute, those look like Pinkertons up ahead, slow down." Bill warned as he yanked on Brown Jack's reins, bringing him to a quick halt. The men watched the three Pinkerton patrol members carefully as they assured themselves that they were going on a completely different path before continuing their ride.

"So, you was just talkin' about something?"

"See, I'm starting to think that you've gone soft, Morgan. Not trusting what Dutch says, not wanting to go anywhere without Minnie, putting her first before the gang – what's gotten into you?" Bill scoffed.

"First of all, I'm not soft. Soft and wise are two completely different things. Second of all, I never said I didn't trust what Dutch says. I put Minnie first before myself, not before the gang."

Arriving in the little town of Van Horn, the settlement reminded Arthur of a book he had been reading years ago, titled Sleepy Hollow. The dewy air and soupy earth below Dahlia's hooves reminded him of a lesser version of Valentine, a small town he had begun to deeply miss as it reminded him of when the gang was at its peak, but still able to lie low without the worry of an ambush from the law.

"Okay, let's hold up here," Bill spoke, breaking Arthur from his train of thought. "So, the wagon'll be coming from that way down from Annesburg. And it'll take the two of us to stop it completely, or it'll never get done. So, I was thinkin', you go play dead and I'll take care of 'em."

"No," Arthur shook his head, taking the rifle from Bill's hands. "I'm the better shot and you, you're the better actor. No, you'll play dead and I'll cover you."

"I got that," Bill nodded, rushing to Brown Jack to retrieve his bolt action rifle. "I got that. Oh, that's them comin' now I think. It'll be quite the show."

"If you say so..." Arthur sighed as he turned to the right, rushing towards an old building that would be perfect for his own protection. Once posted, he practiced deep breaths as he looked through the scope of the rifle, resting his mark on the driver of the wagon, feeling a bit overwhelmed as there were four separate riders and two drivers, easily outnumbering the outlaws.

"Eric, go move him. Go on!" One of the men demanded as Arthur chuckled at Bill's drama, watching the older man lay in the mud pretending to be the town's number one drunkard.

"This place... These people." Eric grumbled as he dismounted his horse. "Move, you idiot! Move! Come on, let's get you right up-"

Gunfire erupted the sleepy town to full awareness from Bill as he took out the Pinkerton agent while Arthur began to shoot at them, taking out the driver and passenger while Bill focused on the three remaining riders.

"Shit! There's more of 'em!" Arthur shouted to himself as he rummaged through his pockets for extra bullets, cursing as he did not have any for the rifle he had been shooting. Luckily, he had his prized Lancaster Repeater slung over his shoulder, sure that he had two extra boxes of ammunition for the masterpiece of a weapon. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder to use his Lancaster, Arthur rushed down the rugged stairs as he quickly ensured that his repeater was loaded before bursting out into the warzone, taking cover behind an old brick wall after seeing that Bill too was in cover.

"Hurry! Get on, Arthur!" Bill shouted as he darted towards the vacant wagon, disengaging the parking brake before clapping the leather reins over the draft horse's backs. Arthur panted as he hoisted himself up on the wagon, reloading his repeater as the wagon jerked to a mad dash. "I hope you can control this thing!" Arthur commented before whistling for Dahlia as the outlaws hastily made their way out of the sleepy town of Van Horn, hopeful that they were not being followed, but prepared to fight if they were. After all, their lives were at stake as the wagon was stacked with crates of dynamite.

"Nice shootin' back there, Arthur!"

"Nice drunk playin'."

"Comes naturally," Bill chuckled. "I could use a drink after that."

"Yeah, I know. Just never goes easy no more, does it?"

"Not at all... Oh, shit! Hurry, get them riders comin' up behind us. There must've been a patrol out around here!" Bill yelled.

"Ah, hell," Arthur grumbled as he turned around in the seat, steadying his breaths as he made sure to pull the trigger on empty lungs. "Keep this thing on the road so I can get a better shot!"

"No promises!"

After dealing with what seemed like a small army as the outlaws passed the nightmarish town of Butcher Creek, Bill and Arthur took a breath of relief as the remaining Pinkerton patrol had been executed without fail. "Good thing there are no more of 'em. We're awful close to camp." Arthur commented.

"Well, that was close. Don't reckon I'm cut out to be a dynamite wagon driver," Bill chuckled as he started to slow the wagon once the pathway to Beaver Hollow became noticeable. Look, there's Micah up ahead."

"What a lovely sight..." Arthur grimaced.

"Woah!" Micah said as he walked in front of the wagon, holding his arm in the air as his other hand clutched his gunbelt. "So, you got it?"

"We got it."

"Yes, we got it." Arthur sighed as he lowered himself down from the wagon.

"What's wrong, Arthur?"

"Nothin' at all, boss." He scoffed as he glanced at John, seeing that he had been waiting with Micah for the return of the dynamite wagon.

"John, go drive this over to Bacchus Bridge, get it hidden near there." Micah ordered.

"He really does think he's in charge..." John whispered to Arthur.

"Bill, you go on ahead, I need to speak with Arthur. Good work, son."

"What's goin' on?" Arthur grumbled as Micah pat his shoulder as the pair began to walk to the pathway leading to Beaver Hollow.

"Listen, I know we ain't always seen eye to eye, and you find me irritating and a threat and I like to annoy you, but right now I need better from you, Arthur."

"Okay, Micah. Whatever you say." Arthur scoffed.

"I ain't the bad guy you think I am, Arthur. But, I am a survivor. Stick with me and you'll live, stick with your wife, you probably won't. Oh, the bridge is probably a two-man job, you should probably go help Marston."

"Why don't you?" Arthur scoffed.

"Like I said, Dutch and I got planning to do for the train. There's a big picture here, Arthur. Trust me. It's not a pretty little ranch with an outlaw woman with sheep and cows, it's all of us, together, makin' a livin' for ourselves."

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hausmix · 7 years

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--- TRIGGER WARNING ---- An interesting song that came up on my Spotify weekly that I came across today and glad I did. The song contains 3 verses about a someone committing suicide, but each verse is from a different viewpoint. Verse one is from the perspective of the suicidal, whereas verse two gives us the perspective from a lover and then friends/family.

It’s a very triggering and chilling song, but I am glad I found it.

I've been dealing with major depression for years and have suicidal thoughts on a somewhat regular basis. This song kinda opened my eyes and really put things into perspective for me.

I don't want to leave behind a mess of pain. I need to fix myself.

Lyrics below. Once again, trigger warning.

-Beginning break- Nicki: "Help me, my brother's dead! 911 operator: -What's your name? -Nicki -What do you mean by your brother's dead? -He killed himself! -How did he do it? -With his gun! -Okay, are you home alone? -I'm home alone with my sister! -Okay -Get someone here quickly! -Did you find him, Nicki? -Yeah, and now he's dead!" -Verse 1- You've been through some shit, through some shit Hold on tight, don't lose your shit You're just like me I'mma prove that shit Got a noose tied tight, better loosen it Haven't slept all night, hallucinatin' 40 hours, mind is fadin' Heart is racin', grip your chest Contemplate about your death Nobody but you got you Fuck everybody around you They just doubt you Maybe you think they'd be better off without you Think your life don't mean shit Fuck it, what's the reason? Wish I wasn't breathin' All I do is resent Anything and everything to do with me I'm through with me I pop the bottle Swear to God I'm 'bout to swallow every dream Godspeed Give a fuck about me Don't try to surround me with your positivity I'm happy with my misery Just wanna watch my wrist bleed Nobody would miss me Pop some shells Look down the barrel This is it I'm feelin' it I'm feelin' sick I hope my family understands I'm sorry this is really it I'm sorry this is really it! -Break- "Nicki, stay on the phone with me, hun, okay?" (Nicki screams and cries hysterically) -Verse 2- Gunshot, middle of the front yard Girlfriend Found the body Searchin' Questions always lurkin' Answer's never comin' Sick inside her stomach Empty, feelin' nothin' She forgot what love is All black, life off track Got no will to live, lost that She just wants him brought back home again She'll never get over it Or ever learn to cope with it No savin' her, she's over it No savin' her, it's over -Verse 3- I've had some friends do the same shit Left me here just blamin' myself Said they never got help Bitch, I was right here All I do is fight tears Look at me! Now you're dead at 6 feet Suicide on 5th street Fuckin' pussy left a mother and a kid Wonderin' what Daddy did Daddy's in a better place Said they had to hide the face I just had to drive away Fuck your funeral I'm leaving you just like you left me, too I'm sick of losing you

#relatable #today was not good #im so tired #i wish i was normal #not broken and shattered

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grubhivemind · 7 years

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FINN: -he's been sitting on Sofia's floor with the baby right next to him on a blanket. he can't remember the last time he felt so anxious. but all he can think of is that album of screenshots he poured through numerous times with his face red with embarrassment. Honestly, it's not that bad, but seeing everything stupid he's said over and over again gives him an indescribable feeling of self loathing. He's trying to put all his energy into focusing on Sofia but she's fussy and his mind is reeling and how can he even possibly be a dad when he's like this? he's beyond logic at this point, and frustrated tears roll down his cheeks-

COLT: -since it's around dinner time, it occurs to colt that he hasn't seen much of finn for the latter part of the day, even though he knows he's home. he goes to seek him out, partially to invite him to eat, but also because he knows finn's patterns well enough to guess something might be bothering him.-

COLT: -he peeks into sofia's room first when he walks down the hall and hears her distant fussing. finn doesn't look so good and he frowns, shuffling inside to take a seat with them.- Hey... What's goin' on?

FINN: -he glances up when he sees colt at the door and then quickly looks down again- it's FINN: documented

SOFIA: -she's just not happy right now because being a baby is hard and she's tired-

COLT: -he understands, sofie...- What is?

FINN: all the reasons i should be embarrassed of myself

FINN: all the stupid shit i do

FINN: all the time

FINN: what am i doing ever

FINN: why don't i stop

FINN: why can't i just

FINN: not

FINN: -he chokes a little-

COLT: .. Finn... -works an arm around him, anchoring finn to something warm and tangible and real.-

COLT: Can you tell me what happened?

FINN: -shakes his head- you should hate me too

COLT: Well... I don't. Cuz I don't only see you for your mistakes, or any other lil human quirks of yours.

COLT: Even if I did think you do dumb, embarrassin' things all the time, which I don't... I'd still love you. Can't convince me otherwise.

FINN: maybe you're just

FINN: maybe you're confused

FINN: maybe you should listen to your siblings

FINN: just don't

FINN: -moves his arm- maybe i brainwashed you somehow and they see the truth and we don't

COLT: -blinks, surprised when finn tries to move him away.- No...

COLT: It don't work that way.

COLT: There's no "truth" here... You're just you, Finn. Some people see a problem with that, but they ain't everyone.

COLT: Don't let them convince you that you outta see a problem with it too...

FINN: i shouldn't be

FINN: it's obvious

FINN: i'm so stupid i'm

COLT: -reaches for him again, trying to tilt his head towards him with his fingers.- Finn... Listen to me.

COLT: Those thoughts running through your head right now are tryin' to convince you of a reality that just ain't true...

COLT: Just take a breath right now, alright? Focus on breathin' for a minute.

FINN: -he's hyperventilating, and all he can think about is how he can't tend to Sofia at all right now and how terrible that is-

FINN: -looks at colt helplessly-

COLT: -holds his face in his hands, demonstrating a few deep breaths.- Just watch me... Focus on that, and take breaths with me. You don't gotta think about anythin' else.

FINN: -he tries to breathe with him, but it's hard- s

FINN: w-watch

FINN: s so

COLT: -strokes his thumbs over his cheeks, nodding encouragingly.- It's ok... You'll be ok. Just let it pass.

FINN: -stares at him. trying so hard to focus on colt and not on what's going on in his head- sofia

COLT: Sofia's fine... Here. Hold on. -let's go of him so he can go scoop up the baby, shooshing her and rocking her to try and ease her fussing.-

SOFIA: -cries but seems to calm a little at colt's efforts-

FINN: i'm sorry

COLT: You're alright... You're both alright. See?

COLT: She's just a lil fussy is all.

FINN: -nods a little and watches them both, trying to take deep breaths-

COLT: -he smiles a little back at him, and after a moment he speaks up.- Do you wanna hold her again?

FINN: should i

COLT: Sure. It's no problem. -offers her. hold ur baby... it's good for the soul.-

FINN: -takes sofia back into his arms shakily and just looks down at her- thanks

FINN: fuck

COLT: -rests his paw-- hand on finn's shoulder again to help keep him steady.- It's no problem. -looks down at the baby to see how she's doing too.-

FINN: -his breathing has calmed down a lot--there are still intermittent moments where his breath catches-

SOFIA: -puts her tiny hand in her mouth and whimpers a little-

COLT: -smiles at her and wiggles his doggy ears to try to make her smile. he's just gonna keep quiet until finn has calmed down more.-

SOFIA: -she's distracted by colt and seems to calm down-

FINN: -rocks her a little- you know i really hope she's not like me

COLT: -his expression falls a little.- I know what you mean...

FINN: she has a chance of being alright

FINN: i kind of wish i knew what her parents were like

COLT: Well... You're her parent now.

COLT: Whatever she might go through in life... She'll always have someone who understands. -pats his shoulder. that's you, buddy.-

FINN: yeah i guess you're right

FINN: -he smiles a little and kisses sofia's forehead- besos

COLT: -rip... that's so cute, his heart swells.- Y'all are adorable. Heh.

FINN: haha FINN: she's fully responsible

COLT: For the most part. -I am not a homosexual clearly.-

FINN: -BUT IM CUTE AS HELL.-

SOFIA: -she's asleep soon enough after yawning-

FINN: you really think i can do it

COLT: Of course I do... I've always believed in you.

FINN: yeah

FINN: yeah you have

FINN: -pauses- my parents just seemed so good at it you know

FINN: like they never doubted themselves

COLT: Yeah... Your mom especially. She's always had a lot of confidence... -finn's mom.... :eyes: :sweat_drops:-

COLT: But I think they might've struggled with a lot more than you knew. There was a lot goin' on when we were kids...

FINN: -STOP THINKING ABOUT MY MOM LIKE THAT!!!!!!-

FINN: yeah i guess i don't realize all they had to go through

COLT: -LISTEN FINN AFTER YOU SLEEPING WITH THREE OF HIS FAMILY MEMBERS HE THINKS HE'S ALLOWED TO THINK YOUR MOM IS PRETTY-

COLT: I think it's probably difficult to notice when you're young.

COLT: Or... you're just more understandin'... When you parents have quirks, but they still treat you with a lot of love.

FINN: -NO FAIR!!!!- yeah i guess that makes more sense

FINN: i don't know if i could ever look at my parents in a bad light

FINN: they did their best

COLT: That's right... And so are you. -gives him another shoulder pat-

FINN: would you ever want to be a dad

COLT: Huh? -he blushes...- Well, maybe...

FINN: you would be so good at it

COLT: -pushes his fingertips together bashfully.- You think so?

FINN: i mean yeah

FINN: based on how you always took care of me

COLT: -grins lopsided and snickers a little about that, but in an embarrassed kind of way.- I guess you've got a point.

COLT: I do like kids. I dunno how Lil would feel about it though.

FINN: yeah i guess she does have to be on board

FINN: if i was still with quinne i have no idea if i would even have sofia

FINN: less chance of making an impulsive decision when you're dragging someone else into it

COLT: It helps... 'Cept I think in this relationship, she'd be the one more likely to make an impulsive decision like that. :P

FINN: -laughs a little- yeah i have to agree with you there

#impenetrablevitality #taciteaneremite #in which colt talks finn down

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