#I sprained my eyeballs
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Boyfriend HC
Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary: how dating Billy would feel
Warnings: implied smut, cursing, violence, abusive relationships, toxic billy
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Billy only does PDA when he’s jealous, if he catches anyone looking at you the wrong way his arm is thrown around your shoulder as he brushes back your hair and leaves hot wet kisses all over your neck
He’s tough on the outside, always brushing you off and ignoring you but when you two are alone in his bed with the only light being the moon shining through the curtains he’s a softy
Billy loves picking you up late at night, he’ll knock on your door waking up your whole family but when you step out onto the porch in mismatch pajamas he’ll grab your hand and throw you in his car. The two of you will drive around for hours listening to the mixtape you made him for his birthday
Billy would rather die (I’m sorry) than admit that he loves romantic movies. For movie nights he’ll send you on your way down to family video to grab Sixteen Candles because if anyone and I mean anyone saw him buying that he would hunt them down and rip their eyeballs out
Billy is a genuinely smart kid, you’ve caught him on multiple occasions sitting at the table helping max with her homework, muttering angry but helpful tips. He’ll but the tip of his pencil as he waits for her to understand the question, man’s has no patience.
If you don’t like him smoking he’ll try not to around you, but sometimes he’ll get agitated while the two of you are hanging out and will kindly excuse himself to have a smoke before dousing himself in cologne and washing his mouth out with mouthwash
He’s quite clean, his clothes are neatly put away and up off the floor. Sometimes you think he’s OCD with the fact that he likes to keeps his thinks clean and neat but it’s really due to the fact that his dad likes to keep things clean and neat, it feels like he’s a drill sergeant making sure that nothing is out of place
He tries to do romantic gestures like climbing in through your window but he fell off the windowsill, sprained his wrist and woke your whole family up. He hasn’t tried since
He’s cold when around his friends, if you rub up against him he’ll shove you away, he knows it makes you feel like shit but he will go above in beyond to make you feel better. He’ll pepper you in kisses, and bring you flowers. Though you feel he’s embarrassed of you, he’s sure to let you know later on that you’re an Angel on earth
Everything you’ve ever given him is put in little boxes in his closet. He keeps everything, from little notes to cassettes he’s treasures everything
Billy owns one pair of boots that you’ve been trying to throw out/replace since you met him. They’re caked in mud and the laces are basically falling apart. You offered to get him some new ones but he claims that they’re “not the same” you even tried to buy him some converse, just some relaxing shoes but billy says “relaxing is for pussies, i like my boots. Leave me alone”
He likes watching you sleep, he likes the way your lashes flutter and lips slightly part. He’ll sit and watch you when he’s woken up from nightmares but you still lay, unharmed and peaceful. He likes to brush your hair to the side and run his fingers over your soft skin, sometimes he just wakes up to make sure you’re still there
He’s a switch, he loves to dominate you, throw you onto the bed or in the backseat of his car but other times he likes to do whatever you want, he likes for you to treat him with care but also tug on his hair and bite his lips
He gets into fights with his dad a lot, and after those fights he’ll call you up and beg to come over. Billy will drive to your house and the two of you always end up with him sitting in the toilet lid, you between his legs with alcohol wipes and a bag of frozen vegetables. He sits there quietly as you wipe away the blood from his face, leave kisses behind, he’ll hold your hips tightly, arms wrapped around your waist and once you’re done with the the wiping of blood his face is pressed against your chest with hot tears soaking your shirt
His car is his baby, you’re the second most important thing in his life and you’ve accepted that. No one drives his car besides him, if you throw your foot up on the dashboard you better have comfy shoes on because you’re ass is walking. If he is hurt, bleeding out or dying you’re still in the passenger seat. No food or drink allowed in the ride, you can bring a water bottle if he’s in a good mood
Billy has bipolar moments from you two screaming at each other to him crying to you about how sorry he is about everything and how much he loves you. He’s quite tiring in all but you love him
He starts fights all of the time, you ran your fingers through his hair and messed it up, he’s off the rails. Did you call him ‘baby’ in-front or his friends? You bet that he’s yelling at you in the car on the way home, closed the car door to loud? Screaming match
He has never physically struck you but he has manhandled you during arguments. Like if you try and walk away billy will grab you and hold you in place, he has pushed you into things a few times but he has never raised his hand to you in a malicious way ever. Though his manhandling has left many bruises across your body
He drives really fast when he’s in a bender, he’ll speed down the side roads as you yell at him to slow down, he goes on these benders after especially bad fights with his dad. He’ll come over looking for his usual wipe down and kisses and then he’ll spend the next two days or so of him speeding, drinking, smoking and starting arguments over even stupider things like things you can’t even control
He still finds time to be stupid, when you’re sad he’ll pop in some music and sing to you, like really cheesy singing, billy will do air guitar and air drums while spinning around the room just waiting for a laugh
He wants the American Dream, he wants two dogs and lots of kids in a nice neighborhood out of shit hole Hawkins with the white picket fence and nice neighbors. He wants to be the all American dad of baseball practice and ballet recitals, he wants the teen years of slamming doors and screaming, he wants the baby years of sleepless nights and wanting to bash his head in with a brick.
Billy is toxic but he’s hot
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A Valmont letter I've enjoyed? Can we believe it!?
It seems I appreciate him more when he takes advantage of other people's mess than when he creates his own. Here, his smugness makes me almost fond; with the presidente de Tourvel or Danceny it made my eyeballs roll so far back I could have sprained them.
I guess no one's getting hurt in the entourage of the Vicomtesse ; with his other puppets, we know at least one person will and feel the train wreck approaching.
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Jaisy week day 2 (Prey, Mark, the Woods)
Day two, folks!
CW: dub-con (see the ao3 mirror for full CW) and a/b/o
@jondaisy-week
It’s night, but these days that doesn’t matter much to Jon. He can still see. Enough eyes and you can concentrate even the scantest amount of light.
It’s cool beneath the trees. The leaves shake in a gentle breeze. Something rustles softly in the undergrowth. It’s a lovely backdrop for the harsh sound of Jon’s breathing as he runs.
Daisy has a keen enough nose on her to sniff out any hiding spots. And long enough legs that Jon can’t hope to outrun her. And sharp enough ears that he knows she can hear every little twig snap betraying his movements.
Of course he was tempting fate, ignoring the first warning signs of his heat. Coming out here where dangerous predators hunt small, soft things like him. She could probably track him from his pheromones alone.
She’s playing with him. Has already caught him twice - ripped his shirt the first time, tore it clean off the second. Even if he can get out of here, get back to town, a half-naked omega in heat is a sitting duck. Daisy has already doomed him.
And yet Jon still runs like he doesn’t know he’s the lead in a horror movie.
The end doesn’t come in a desperate flight. It isn’t a sprint and a lunge and a splurt of speed as he desperately tries to evade her claws. Instead, no less than an hour from dawn, Jon’s legs falter.
He goes down hard. Rolling. Steep little bit of bank he was trying to run down, only now he’s going down it head over heels. A tree breaks his fall and his leg sings in pain.
Jon doesn’t have to stop and wonder if she heard that. He knows she did. She’s been listening to every breath he’s pulled, and Jon is cursing the fact there are so many eyeballs in his lungs now. It leaves so little room for air.
‘Oh no.’ His sub-vocals whimper. ‘Oh no no no no no no no.’
He smells her first, heavy alpha scent and woodsmoke. Then hears her. Then she’s picking her way down the small hill and he has to get out of here.
Jon’s leg buckles when he tries to stand. It isn’t broken - just badly sprained and probably nastily bruised. But he might as well not have a second leg for all the good it’s going to do him now.
“Still trying to run?” Daisy says. “Give up, Jon.”
He tries to limp away, even though it’s useless.
She walks towards him like she’s enjoying a nice stroll in the park on a sunny afternoon. One leg, two legs, three legs, four. Her body is an amalgamation of a number of predators - wolf, lion, hyena, bear. She looked human when the night began. Now she lopes.
‘Please.’ Jon’s sub-vocals trill. ‘Please, I am soft and small and no threat to you.’
Daisy answers with a low rumble. It’s not a sub-vocal - sure, it’s using the same set of vocal cords, but there’s no meaning to it. It makes every hair on the back of Jon’s neck stand up.
‘I am little and weak and I’m not going to fight back.’
“No?” Daisy says. She’s almost on him now. “It’ll be more fun if you do.”
“Daisy…” Jon warns. ‘Please don’t eat me. Oh, I can be so useful. I am soft and pliant and I have so, so many holes for you to use.’
Daisy chuckles, and that low growl is under it again. She looms over him, and Jon’s knees want to give out. My oh my, grandma, what big teeth you have.
“Caught you.” She flicks his nose. “What am I going to do with you now?”
He hopes she ignores the sub-vocals makes, begging to be fucked (because what can you trust of a an omega in heat?). And then he hopes she doesn’t.
Jon closes his eyes. Turns his head away. Despite that, he can still see. He’ll still be able to see when that maw opens and takes the first mouthful of him.
But Jon sees something unexpected. Daisy does lean in close. Put her teeth up against his neck. But’s it’s her nose, not her mouth, that makes a good acquaintance with Jon’s skin. She rumbles in deep satisfaction. Between her legs, something swells. Something grows.
“Daisy?” Jon says again, even as his other voice sings ‘oh yes yes. I am too warm and all fertile and I need one of those inside me now.’
Her hands move quickly. Claws doing deft work. ‘Oh no oh dear’ Jon whimpers as the sound of material ripping rings in his ears. ‘Now I’m naked and vulnerable and who will protect me from the big bad wolf?’
“Whoops.” Daisy says flatly, but one of her ears flicks, betraying her
Jon tries to say something, but the breath is slammed out of him as Daisy pushes him up against a tree. The bark is rough and he knows his back will be bleeding at the end of this. He scrambles to find his feet, but his legs aren’t long enough to reach the forest floor.
“You can’t say you didn’t know.” Daisy says.
“Know what?” Jon manages. ‘Oh please, I need I need I need I need I need.’
“You’re, what, a full day into your heat now?” Daisy says. She pushes into him and all his prayers have been answered. It sickens him. It’s everything he’s ever needed in his life.
Jon slings his legs over her hips. His arms over her neck. He knows when he needs to submit. Daisy has him now, and her reward is the chance to fuck him full of pups.
‘Yes.’ He trills. ‘Yes, more and more. Give me your knot. Claim me.’
“Don’t worry, little lost lamb.” She says. Her voice is more animalistic now. “I’ve caught you now and I know exactly what to do.”
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High speed chase caught on video in Abilene Texas | #police
This happened this morning and it was Trump and he ran right into a truck and it was his son's truck they're both in critical care yeah they got creamed and they usually don't get hurt that bad but between the combined speed and the fact that the were not wearing seat belts cause them to have a lot of trauma Trump has a broken neck broken chest bones a broken spleen punctured lung his heart was compressed his head went out the windshield and it was partially decapitated and his legs are broken in 20 places for real he hit the driver's side and same with Dan no show me a truck with his ankle was crushed and his left leg has 10 broken bones or broken in 10 places and his hip is broken in one place and his left arm is broken in two places his neck is broken and three places his eyeballs exploded and part of his brain was damaged from sprain was damaged from the impact and they're both practically alive just barely and it's in Texas and they've been shouting their mouth off and it didn't work very good for them we think they might be there for a few days at the current rate and they are getting rid of tons of them the trumpsters I'm going fast very fast what they're doing was running from the cops and Dave was going to intercept the cops but he hit his father instead now they're trying to catch him and the rain right into it so they hate each other now and they hate each other for a long time but now it's real and they are out and their teams are there fighting each other tons of people going to come in and kill them and take them and probably clean out the whole area Texas and Arizona New Mexico price of Mexico it's all going to get sucked in there and they're all going to use it for the creatures 20 miles away or less it's going to be huge this is huge news
Thor Freya
And we use the siren and they didn't get out of the way no we're using the siren and they sped up and we wanted to pull over and he would not and I had a plan to dust us off so going after the both of them his clothes and Dan's clones
David Bamman's
I think these people are huge assholes and see Trump guy and his son in a terrible people and I was there I saw it happen I could not believe my eyes when the idiot was crawling out with his head half attached that was gross and he says he thinks Dan's here and you might be he wasn't as badly beat up I checked and it's not the truck is just there but it's tough because sometimes he's there and you don't want to do it or say it really. So they're out there and they're jerks all their people started coming in we had to flee and they're fighting each other and boy these guys are close his head is partially attached and he is moving around and giving orders to people and his head is it was gross it was like halfway and he's using hand signals and finally asked someone to fix him he's a pig that guy is a moron and he needs to go away honest to God he needs to die I had to talk on the phone with him after a meeting that I thought went well and he turns into this other person I don't really need this s*** we don't carry for your excuses and stuff I'd say because you're arguing with a child and saying it's him and who cares you get him mad you should stay away if you get mad that easy and you won't and really something's got to be our responsibility in our way so he has this huge and see they could have died easily just don't tell me what happens to your head that can squish in an accident like that and the conspired against the sky before and he says stuff and he's doing stuff and he's trying to go after him and they shot him in the green zone and he's going after them now and it's very ugly it's going to get much worse they're going to be going after him until it happens and then Las Vegas where his brain gets blown out and we don't feel too bad for him he's an ugly person he's mean he's dangerous he's saying it all day here and all night and I'll tell you it's annoying s*** too what they're saying is provoking stuff it's very mean and this guy is Young and he says you're nuts I'm a young guy and I'm in veteran that's pretty much s******* all over me expecting something and people spend their whole lives many people like you off using killing you and the guy didn't listen and really they're dying fast I don't feel bad for them but there's a lot of people who are valuable who he's ruined and this guy has fear because of that and they're valuable as hell and Trump is not and I'll tell you there's nothing driving here but him and he is trying to like shoes and threaten it's lousy at schmoozing and threatening he's trying to squeeze you anyway and she doesn't do the back work doesn't have people doing stuff and it comes out like is this obnoxious rap and there's no deals either I noticed that our friend even does that he says I need this but I can do some of these things and it's not illegal and nobody wants to do anything it sounds like and I found this guy offending everybody off and yet he can't form up a deal at all with the bank account and it's really weird I mean his way is out of it and stuff for me but when I get into it there's nothing in it for me. You're not saying it too so what do I get of it myself they just have to watch you put money in and take it out and use it for whatever big deal so what is it different account you loser so that's probably going to happen and other stuff going on here and we do hear about it so the guy some people around here are pigs and said they put it decaying squirrel stuff on his male and with a tooth and the q-tip is not discolored so we're going to go after him for it let me know who it is and what he says is this is you right there and Trump got it this morning and he's saying I don't really care for it I don't care for it but I make it happen to you because of your stupid f****** s*** with me you can talk all your way all over the place wind up in Timbuktu I've had it with you dumb assholes it's the last one last month of your lives
He said in family members up to get hurt and it kind of shows something he is done and we don't want to deal with him anymore and we want them out I've had enough time talking about this to know I don't want to talk about it anymore I'm tired of looking at the guy talking to him or hearing him I don't want to go near him I am so sick of the stupid laundromat scene I can't believe how dumb it is so it's time for a change it really is we got to get this guy off the ballot who cares if I can get in kind of saved everybody and he has a small team and Trump is just continuously about everyone and he's evil the guy is a piece of s*** he said he's a dirtbag and he's a slime ball is really a street person her friend said it really is my nephew he said he's a street person and he needs to be on the street and it's true he needs to get the hell out of here so kind of sick of him we are moving on to another topic pretty soon and we will be getting notices out that he is evicted and I'm sure he'll turn it up but who cares it's going after us for no reason right now and I can't afford it I tell you I don't want that guy nearest and so darn mean and nasty and evil he's really mean to our friend here I don't know if people notice and you have to listen he's extremely mean to him I go out there and everything is this mathematical nightmare and it's because of this guy Sam AKA Trump he is a horror show there's there's nothing that he won't say to piss people off or have said by someone else and he is gross he's paying people that do stupid things I want him off the docket I want him off the payroll I want him out of the news everybody should it's really disgusting
Governor Ron DeSantis
Olympus we do believe that he is saying this we suggested his constituents check with him he does not want to support Trump and he has very solid reasons to he's been threatened a lot by him
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KVETCH, kvetch, kvetch!
Paddling Lake Woebegone... again.
Viernes 15 de Marzo, 2024
So where to even BEGIN to catch up with myself?
Back to SF Fev 6 - 20; cut short to make sure I was back to MVD in time for my shit to hit the street here — BUT IT DIDN'T, OF COURSE — SO I spent $200 to cut the last week off my trip*, cut the SFUSD by days**, and SIT AROUND for another ten days. So what to do?
I know : a BIKEWRECK 🤬 23 Fev: the new bikelane down 18 de Julio, impulse to stare to the right at Crespo looking for the "perfect storage space" that wasn't...
WHAM-BAMM!! Ass over teakettle "en media calle" ; hit that big hard black rubber traffic cone with my left shoulder. Knew I'd jacked it good, and left wrist almost sprained, just above the left knee, left ring fingertip crushed.
People ran up to help the old fool... left arm hanging loose "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." vision pixellated, like my eyeball was hanging out or somethin. Struggled to see and walk, locked the bike to the closest parking sign, walked home bleeding from three spots on my right hand, and from inside my left ear.
Amazed the bike was unhurt, nor were my sunglasses of Bill's, the OPs I spent hundreds on lenses for, just this left shoulder I'd so carefully trained and strengthened since the 2018 surgery to correct the massive rotocuff tear and 40 year old dislocation from the 1977 wreck of Kent C's Alfa.
No problem: just let go... again... of the wish, the strength, the confidence, the feeling of some small success. Nothing matters in this BEST of "GOD's will" world. HOW do I know God's watching, maybe laughing?
Because the NEXT DAY + 7, Saturday 2 Mar, my stuff arrives at the SimpleBox in Ciudad Viejo 10months and $10K down this road (to ruin). Of COURSE the gold FINALLY shot up past $2100 right after I cashed most of it in to pay off the Aduanas (or Uruvan?) suckers.
Obviously, God wanted to keep me off a bike. Last Friday, 8 Mar, BOTH the blue Retrospec I bought here a year ago, and the newish Trek I just brought from SF were both swiped from just the other side of my door while I was eating my pressure-pot dinner about 9pm.
Not a SOUND. I came out for some reason about 10pm, first noticed the stair's door open, then the clean open space along the tiled wall where the bikes had been.
I ran downstairs and outside, talked to a young man working for CUTSCA the bus company standing at the bustop in front of 2033.
Yes, he'd seen a man and a woman run out the heavy iron front door into 18 de Julio with my bikes "about an hour" before.
The guy almost ran into an oncoming bus in his panic to get away. NO the lobby camera didn't record past 30 minutes before. Pablo, the guy living directly below, turned out to be the building manager.
"We called them to fix the camera system, but they never came."
This is the picture he knocked at the door to offer later, and how I tried to make it usable with Photoshop >>>
Juan Pedro, my host's son, was kind enough to offer to let me put off the rent until month's end, but, honestly...
Aikido says: "take the hit — then redirect"...
that Saturday I spent an hour with a young policewoman taking my theft report with thinly disguised contempt for another clueless old fuck, this one with such lousy Spanish her patience wore out long before her few questions got answered.
"You know something's happening, but you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?"
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I'm doing more research! Have you seen this??
I wanted to do some banners like this because the day clerk thinks Erik's family are a bunch of sideshow freaks. I don't know if I have the capacity to do the art now (my left eyeball is still sprained and making it hard to focus), but I really, really want to.
My fave is problematic and abusive and exploitative, but I can't get enough. GIS "sideshow banners"! Do it now! I can't get enough!
THEY PUT A FEZ ON HIM! WHY? DO THEY THINK "TURKEYS" ARE TURKISH? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS! PLEASE DON'T ANSWER ANY OF THEM!
I am not confident I can replicate this... almost slimy, glowing type of shading in paint.net. I know this is from actual paint, applied by people who may not know how to paint very well, but who are mostly concerned with getting your attention. IT'S WORKING!
Hoo, I'm gonna hurt my eyes again trying to do this, aren't I? Oh, man, I don't even care, though. I'll reblog with an update if I manage some decent imitations - and if I can still see. In the meantime...
(Please tell me they did not exhibit a jaundiced infant, but on the other hand, that may be the most humane option here...)
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I sprained my ankle and it’s going to take 3 to 6 weeks to heal. I managed to either get pink-eye, or I have something lodged in my left eyeball that’s mucking up my vision. And I have a mountain of work tasks. Since I work in a large organization, I think some of the people who would like my assistance might feel I’ve been slacking off the past week, but uh... when you’re injured but not to an extent that you need to be off work, do you like, put out a memo to the effect of ‘Sorry I couldn’t do better, I was doped up on pain meds and my eyeball is burning’?
Sigh.
Also the minor anxiety of ‘do I need to see a physician about this or will they think I’m being unnecessarily needy?’... actually, that’s an easy one. Yup. I need to see a physician. Possible foreign body in the eye, irritation and mildly blurred vision? It might just be a viral conjunctivitis, but if I’ve gotten a bit of popcorn kernel or dust or whatevs in there, I’d rather the professionals dealt with it.
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Isn’t it evident that we Indians really love our SUVs? May it be the sub-four meter compact SUVs or even the mid-size SUVs! But honestly, every now and then, we have to be reminded that basically what we all adore isn’t an SUV at all! What they are, in essence, are vehicles on stilts that are just pseudo SUVs. That brings me on to the 2021 Land Rover Defender 90 because, my god, does it completely redefine what an SUV means entirely.
It isn’t some jacked-up hatchback struggling to garner the attention of the masses but instead the sheer road presence of the Defender 90, although it only being the shorter three-door version can cause neck sprains owing to people eyeballing this. If that wasn’t showy enough, pop the suspension onto its highest setting, and even truck drivers will refrain from looking you eye-to-eye. Nevertheless, let me stop whining about these so-called SUVs and be a professional and do what I am supposed to do, which is review the Defender 90.
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Daddy's Girl
Request by @kaymudd Rip's daughter is in the house when the Dutton's are attacked. Her father finds her injured and freaked out. She clings to her father and grandpa John when he returns home. (Set in season 4)
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Rip's pov
Bursting into the main house I search for my daughter Y/n. I hear her crying in the kitchen to see Monica laying bruised on the floor and Tate holding a gun staring at a man's dead body. Beth had found the young girl outside the hospital all alone and brought her home. Dropping to my knees I hold my arms ooen as she races to me, clutching her tiny hands onto my jacket. She cried into my chest as I hold her protectively to my chest. My young 15 year old daughter has an attitude like her mother figure Beth and uses it often except after this moment. "Ssshh baby. Daddy's here. They’re gone...I'm right here." She moves away for me to see her elbow is dislocated from the fight.
Y/n is John's favorite grandchild besides Tate of course. He spoiled both of them. Payed to get them each their own horses if they promised to take care of them. "Daddy, it's hurt!" She sees her Injury but I brush her hair from her face wiping away tears with my thumb. "Hey look at me. I'll patch it up." Picking her up in my arms I motion for Monica and her son to follow me out. Our house John gave me was burned to the ground so we're staying in my old ranch hand cabin. Beth isn't answering my calls. Nobody is. But I don't want to scare my daughter more than she already is.
Laying her in her bed under the warm covers I call the hospital not knowing what else to do. I'll use my paychecks to pay for the bill since John hates hospitals. I need to make my baby's okay. Then take the attackers to the fucking train station. Running my hands through her locks I eyeball her hospital cast wa got done an hour ago. I'd found what happened to my love, her father and her brother. "Daddy can we make the whiners pay?" She sleepy spoke with some sassyness in her tone. "Why are they whiners, babygirl?" She throws a fist in the air a hand on her hip. "Because they couldn't handle we're awesome." A chuckle escapes my lips kissing her forehead.
Y/n's pov
Vehicles drive through the gates make me jump up from my grandpa John was carried in on a bed to his room. But shortly he came outside to sit in one of the porch chairs. He slowly takes in a sharp breath mumbling that his nurse Maggie is fired, that he doesn't need anyone to take care of him. Mom was hurt with harsh burns and uncle Kayce was bruised with a bullet. Getting up from my chair I called out softly feeling tears in my eyes. "Grandpa John..." He lifts his head from his hands tearing up at seeing me and noticing my arm still in a cast from the incident. "Y/n, is it really you?"
Nodding my head I race to his arms throwing my arm around his neck. He groans from the impact but gently hugged me back. He's okay. He's alive. Dad said he was worried like mom that he'd never wake up from his coma. But here he is fully alive. "Sweetie what happened to your arm?" He questioned touching my cast. "Tate, his mom and I got attacked in the house. Our attacker slammed my elbow into the wood spraining it." I wipe away tears feeling some falling down my face from the painful memory. He runs a hand through my messy hair sniffing tears. "I'm sorry darlin'. This never should've happened."
"I should've expected her to find you, sir." My father's voice comes on the porch. Grandpa John chuckles messing with his cowboy hat on his head. "Why's that Rip?" Dad steps behind me resting a hand on my left shoulder. "She's been terrified for 2 months about what would happen to you and Beth, Kayce too...myself included." Looking up I see him wiping away tears. Dad was never really emotional around other people except for me and mom so it's rare to show this side to grandpa. He's loyal to our family and the Dutton's always.
Grandpa gets to his feet pulling me into his chest resting his chin ontop of my head. My none injured arm hugging him back. Dad stands watching until grandpa tugs his arm pulling him into the hug too. Dad places an arm on grandpa and his other around me as all three of us cry happy tears that everyone is alive. But I was certain my daddy would make our enemies pay as will grandpa. Dutton's don't back down.
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omg it’s me again i just thought of sth and only you can make it so good;; EMT seokjiN and this prompt i saw sth like “will you stop flirting with me? you just got seriously injured and I’m the emt trying to tend to your wounds, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit”
➺ pairing; emt!seokjin x reader
➺ genre; sfw!! namjoon is clumsy!! y/n is particularly cheeky that even i was like :0!! and handsome seokjin is simply handsome!!
➺ wordcount; 4.9k
➺ what to expect; “i’m just checking out your pupils, darling. trust me. you’ll know when i’m about to kiss you.”
➺ note; i thought i’d kick off the christmas with cee event with a jin drabble seeing as it was recently his birthday!! also i hope this drabble pumps you UP for the other drabbles that’ll be posted this month <3 happy deceember!!
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“i just don’t think this is a super good idea, you know?” namjoon mutters sheepishly, looking down at you while you busy yourself with tightening his laces, “i mean, i can barely walk three steps without tripping over a normal floor, so i don’t know if me on ice is going to be any better-”
“oh, will you please give it a break? i’ve got you!” you get up off the ground before dusting your knees off, “besides, you were the one who said you wanted to try ice-skating - and it’s not like the ice skating rink is as steep as a mountain or anything. it’s all nice and flat! see?” you gesture towards the zamboni currently making its rounds on the ice, “and we came here just in time for a nice, clean layer of ice for us to skate on. there’s nothing that could go wrong!”
“nothing that could go wrong?!” namjoon gawks, hoisting his foot up so he can rest his ankle across his knee, “look at this thing, y/n! what kind of a shoe is this?” he taps his fingernail against the metal blade before quickly retracting his hand and shuddering, “these things are literal weapons- why can’t i just skate without the skates?”
“because that... wouldn’t be ice-skating anymore? that’d just be... ice-walking. and your sneakers won’t do you any good on the ice, anyway,” you shake your head before shrugging, “the blades are supposed to help you, like- they get a… solid grip on the ice and it helps you move around better, you know? something like that.”
namjoon scoffs and leans back on the bench, “please explain to me how a thin metal blade is supposed to get a solid grip on ice-”
“look, the offer to get you one of those little kiddie things for you to hold onto still stands.” you point over to the front counter, “they have one that looks like a penguin! it’s adorable! i mean, i think it’s a little shorter than your knees so you might have to crouch down a little if i get one for you-”
“wha-” namjoon immediately frowns before crossing his arms, “y/n, i am a grown man. i don’t need to hold onto a penguin-”
“okay, suit yourself!” you chirp, sticking your hand out for him, “c’mon, you manly man. i wanna get on the ice! i’ve been waiting all week for this-”
namjoon grumbles curses under his breath as he pushes himself up off the bench
penguin
he doesn’t need a penguin!
how dare you!!!!!
you can’t help but giggle as you watch him waddle towards you, being very careful not to fall over and twist an ankle
admittedly, bringing namjoon to an ice skating rink probably wasn’t the best idea
one time he sprained his ankle after tripping over literally nothing and he had to use a crutch for like two weeks
he’s verY susceptible to injuries
when he first brought up the idea of going to an ice-skating rink you were going to turn him down and suggest something safer and more namjoon friendly...
but it’s december!
and december is literally the time to go ice-skating!
and there’s always a hot chocolate truck that’s parked right by the rink so hopefully you’ll be able to soothe namjoon’s bruised bum (you’re betting that namjoon’s bum will be all sorts of bruised after ten minutes on the ice) with extra whipped cream and marshmallows
hopefully he won’t be as grumpy as he is now when he’s sipping on a big ol mug of rich, creamy hot chocolate
“we’re going to have so much fun! the last time i went skating, i-” as soon as you slide onto the ice, namjoon suddenly yanks you backwards
you turn to look at him only to see him gripping onto the railing for dear life
he’s not even on the ice yet!
big ol’ wimp
“what’s the matter? cold feet?” you joke, namjoon giving you an unimpressed frown, “what?? you have to admit that was a good joke-”
“that was an awful joke-”
“namjoon…” you purse your lips and place your free hand on your hip, “you know that you have to be on the ice in order to ice skate, right?” you give his hand a reassuring squeeze, “i’m not going to let you fall. i promise! but in the rare case that you do fall, feel free to fall on top of me to cushion your blow. i’ll gladly break a couple of ribs just to keep you from hitting the ground!”
“what happens if you skate circles around me and end up cutting a circle into the ice and then i fall in??”
oh god
here we go
“that’s not going to happen, namjoon.” you shake your head, “because we’re not in a cartoon.”
“what happens if i accidentally fall backwards and end up stabbing myself in the eye with the blade?”
“that’s not going to happen, namjoon- first of all, the tip of the blade is rounded off, so you won’t be stabbing anything at all, and second of all, we both know you’re not nearly flexible enough for your body to be able to bend in half like that-
“what happens if i fall to the ground and someone skates over my fingers and slices them off?!”
“that’s not going to-” you pause for a split second, “well, that could happen, so maybe just don’t fall and remember to keep your hands off the ice-”
“okay, well- i don’t want to do this anymore!!!” namjoon lets go of your hand and you resist the urge to fall to the ground and let out a primal screech of rage, “if there’s even a chance that i’m going to lose the tip of one finger today, there’s no way in hell i’m getting onto the ice-”
“you’re not going to lose any fingers-”
“how can you be so sure?!”
you immediately shut up before reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose
you love namjoon with all your heart but sometimes he’s just.., a little much
he’s not very big on risk-taking
he’s always been very content just staying within his comfort zone which is fine!
you never pressure him into doing anything if he very clearly is uncomfortable with it
with that being said, it’s just that whenever you even try to nudge him like a centimetre out of his safety bubble, he flips out on you just like how he’s flipping out right now
like that one time you made him try a vanilla bean frappucino (arguably the plainest most basic frappucino flavour on the starbucks menu) instead of his usual iced americano and after he took a sip he accused you of trying to make him get diabetes
it’s not like you’re purposely trying to torment him by forcing him to ice skate
you just wanted to come here and have a good time with your friend!
“namjoon, you seriously need to calm down-”
“i am calm! i am so calm! in fact, i’ve never been MORE CALM-!”
it doesn’t take long for you and namjoon to start bickering with each other, the both of you too wrapped up in yelling at each other to notice the weird glances you’re getting from everyone
“all i’m trying to say is that the only reason why we’re here in the first place is because you said that you wanted to try-”
“yeah, and now i change my mind! what, are you saying i’m not allowed to change my mind?”
“i never- i never said you weren’t allowed to change your mind, i just want you to try to understand that it can be a little frustrating for me to set everything up for you only for you to chicken out at the end-”
“chicken out?! how dare you?! i am not chickening- i’m backing out for the safety of my eyeballs and my hands-”
“i said i would hold your hand the whole time!”
“that’s not secure enough! you holding my hand on slippery ice as a form of safety is equivalent to me getting on a rollercoaster using flimsy shoelaces to tie me to the seat-”
“that’s why i said i would get you the penguin so that you have two handles to hold onto-”
“i don’t want the friggin’ penguin!” namjoon snaps, stepping aside when a little kid nudges past him only to immediately glide onto the ice
the two of you pause to watch him and you gawk when he starts zipping back and forth like a maniac
that could be you right now
you, too, could be having a blast on the ice right now if it weren’t for your manbaby friend over here
you gesture to the random child currently twirling around on the ice before scoffing, “namjoon! look at him! if that literal toddler can do that on the ice, you can at least step forward to stand on the ice-”
“that is not a child, that is just a very tiny professional ice skater-”
you press your lips together in frustration as namjoon continues to list off reasons why the two of you should just go for hot chocolate and then go straight home
and for a second you think about giving up and just giving him what he wants but...
no
no way!
you are noT letting him talk himself out of this one this time
you wanna go ice skating today and you’re going to figure out a way to make both you and namjoon happy
okay
so he doesn’t want to hold your hand
he doesn’t want the penguin
what other options do you have??
you twiddle with the end of your scarf before pausing and looking down at it
…
lightbulb
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“alrighty… how does that feel?” you tighten the knot before giving namjoon’s stomach a pat, “nice and secure?”
yep
that’s right
you ended up tying your scarf around namjoon’s waist like some kind of a leash
you’re really hoping people won’t think this is one of those pet-play situations where namjoon is your human puppy and you’re his BDSM dominatrix
you’re not shaminG the kink or anything!!!
you’re just not into the whole arf arf roll over thing
it probably didn’t help that you wore a leather trench coat today
the weather’s finally cooled down enough for you to wear it so obviouSLY you had to wear your super cool leather trench coat but now you feel like you should take it off just in case it makes you look like you’re... into barking
namjoon hooks a finger into the scarf and gives it a little tug, “…i suppose… this is better than nothing…”
“great!” you sigh in relief, “so… i’m gonna take it nice and slow, okay? we’ll start off with some basic gliding and then we’ll go from there.”
unfortunately the ice is a little rougher now because it took like twenty minutes for namjoon to practice just standing on the ice without toppling over
you’re just glad that he’s now willing to actually give skating a try instead of giving up and going home
this is progress!!
you wonder if you’ll ever be able to convince him to go skydiving with you one day
...baby steps
“so, gliding is kind of like… it’s kind of like marching, i guess?” you hum, “it’ll help you transition into skating. you’re gonna march two steps forward and then let yourself just glide forward…” you wrap the end of the scarf around your fist to really make sure that it won’t slip from your fingers (because you’re 100% sure that namjoon will have a meltdown if you let go of it) as you continue to skate backwards slowly, watching namjoon’s feet like a hawk
you’re surprised he hasn’t fallen yet what with his wobbly knees
“am i… am i doing it??” namjoon asks dumbly and you can’t help but grin when he starts to pick up the movement
thank god he’s a fast learner
“hey, look at you go!” you laugh lightly, giving him a thumbs up, “you’re doing it! i mean, we’re going pretty slowly... but you’re doing it!”
namjoon reaches forward to grab onto the scarf when he wobbles a little and you immediately stop so that he can rebalance himself
(you don’t know how you’re going to catch him if he falls because he’s definitely going to end up crushing you and breaking all the bones in your body)
the two of you spend the next twenty minutes or so slowly making your way around the rink
for the most part, namjoon does just fine
there was one point where a little kid knocked into him from behind and he nearly fell over buT luckily he grabbed onto the railing before anything happened
he looked like he was fully ready to chase after the kid to strangle him but that’s beside the point
you let out an impatient little sigh as people continue to whiz past you
boo
you wanna do some whizzing too!
“are you…” you trail off, looking back over at namjoon, “okay to move on to stroking?”
namjoon’s brows furrow as he lets go of the scarf after regaining his balance, “stroking?”
“mhm!” you nod, turning to glance over your shoulder for a second to make sure there’s no one behind you, subtly skating backwards a tiny bit quicker, “it’s literally just, like, a longer version of gliding. you just extend the same motion for a longer period of time, that’s all.”
“oh... like... like this?” namjoon pushes off a little harder and you nod enthusiastically at the smooth movement
“yeah, there you go!” you laugh when namjoon picks it up with no problem, “look at you! you’re a natural... you might even be better than that tiny professional ice skater from earlier- make sure to lean forward a little…”
namjoon grins excitedly as he continues to glide left and right all while you (unbeknownst to him) gradually pick up your pace while pulling him towards you
hey!
he’s doing it!
this wasn’t as hard as he thought it’d be
he’s doing it!!!!!
and he’s going waY quicker than he originally was, which is probably a good sign, right?
“can i take the lead?” namjoon stands up a little straighter and puffs his chest out, “i wanna lead you now!”
you slow down a little and look down at the scarf that you’re still clutching onto for dear life, “you wanna take th- okay, well, do you want me to untie you?”
“oh no, i think you should still hold onto it just in case, but i wanna lead the way!” namjoon bounces up and down excitedly and clasps his hands together, “please, y/n? you’ve seen how fast i can go now!”
right
he can go super fasT on his own and it’s not because you’ve been pulling him along like a little wagon
you know what
it’s fine
you’re not worried about namjoon leading the way mainly because you know he’s just going to go around and around in slow circles
you could probably get away with closing your eyes while he pulls you around
you snort before nodding and sliding to the side so that he can skate past you, “alright, hotshot. you take the lead. now it’s really going to look like this is a leash- woAH-” your eyes widen in surprise when namjoon suddenly surges forward, his legs going left and right and left and right at a consistent pace-
oh god
okay
you speed yourself up as well to try to keep up with him, keeping your grip tight around your poor stretched out scarf
“namjoon-!” you laugh uneasily, “take it easy, you speed demon-”
“we should go ice skating all the time!” namjoon cheers, raising both his hands up in the air as he continues gliding like a maniac, “isn’t this fun?!”
“oh shit, sorry, excuse me-” you try your best noT to collide with people as you skate past them, “namjoon, i know you think this is fun but i really think you should slow down a little- oh, frick-” you curse to yourself when you notice that your scarf is caught in the clasp of your bracelet
shit!
this scarf was expensive!!!!
there’s no way you’re going to accidentally yanK out the threads and ruin it
“c’mon, stupid thing...” you look up for a brief second to make sure that namjoon’s still going straight and that he’s not about to round a corner or anything before looking back down to try to unhook the thread
you could try tugging on it but you’re worried that it’s going to mess up your scarf and you are noT willing to take that chance
“i’m turning here!”
“uh-huh, yeah...” your tongue pokes out in concentration as you use your nail to try to pluck it out and...
ah!
success!
there we go
no destroyed scarves today!
“what did you just sa-!” your eyes widen in surprise when suddenly the scarf disappears from your fist and you look up to see that the-
SMAK!
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...
...
my head hurts
...
my ass hurts too
...
you peel an eye open slowly before closing it again
holy moly
your head is spinning and your ears are ringing and you’re pretty sure your eyes are permanently crossed because you can’t seem to get your vision to focus
is it possible to feel like you want to throw up and pass out at the same time?
you squeeze your eyes shut before shaking your head a little in a poor attempt to shakE the pain away
jesus
what happened??
the last thing you remember is going full speed on the ice and then everything went black
you push yourself up onto your elbows before looking around
you… are in a van that smells like bleach for some reason
why are you in a van??
oh god
were you kidnapped???
were you chloroformed and kidnapped???
you jump when one of the doors suddenly swings open and you immediately pull your legs up and away so that your kidnapper can’t reach over and drag you out by the legs
“hey, you! how are you feeling?”
“i- um-” you sit up all the way before turning and leaning back against the metal bench screwed into the side of the van, “i think i’m oka- a..a...aaaaaayyyy....?” you trail off dumbly, finding yourself being unable to shut your TRAP
okay
hello
you blink owlishly at the very handsome kidnapper before tilting your head to the side a little
the corners of his mouth twitch in a smile and he mimics your movements, tilting his head as well
maybe… you weren’t kidnapped
you just died and went to heaven, that’s all!
this is heaven
heaven is the back of an impeccably clean van and you are currently staring at a real-life angel
“sorry you woke up all alone, by the way- i just had to ask your friend a couple of questions as to what happened... i also had to comfort him a little because i’m pretty sure he thinks he killed you-”
“i’m sorry, am i not dead? is this not, like, the bus to heaven or something?” you ask, looking around at your surroundings
there’s a lot of medical-related tools and gadgets in here considering the fact that this is heaven
apparently heaven has heart defibrillators which doesn’t make much sense
“hey, hey- relax!” you jump when you feel him wrap his fingers around your ankle to get your attention, “you’re not dead. this isn’t the bus to heaven. you’re just in the back of an ambulance. you got into a little collision with the plexiglass barriers.”
aH
okay
that makes more sense
“oh, thank god.” you breathe out, “because if i did die, then body slamming into plexiglass would’ve been a humiliating way to go.”
“mm, i totally agree. i would’ve been embarrassed having to drag your dead body away from the plexiglass.” mr probably-not-here-to-kidnap-you laughs lightly and opens the door a little wider for himself, “i just wanna patch you up. will you let me do that?”
you feel your mouth go dry when he takes his jacket off
hello broad shoulders
“you can do anything you want to me.” you blurt out, watching in awe as he steps into the ambulance to join you
you’re pretty sure the fact that you might have a mild concussion has something to do with it but your filter has just completely disappeared because jesus christ you want this man to ram into you harder than you rammed into the wall
you just don’t get it
how can one man be so... attractive?
the soft, perfectly tousled hair is right!
the pillowy, cherry-coloured lips are right!
the twinkling brown eyes are right!
the low, soothing voice is right!
the broad shoulders and equally as broad chest... veRY right
everything is just so RIGHT
you swallow thickly when he sits down across from you and crosses his legs, his knees practically pressed right up against yours
you’re certainly not complaining about being so close to him but you’re definitely going to cramp up like this and you always make really weird faces when you get pins and needles shooting up your legs
you move your legs so that your ankles are on either side of his thighs before scooting your bum a little closer towards him
heh >:-)
“can you tell me what your name is?” he asks, pulling a first-aid kit out from under the bench
“y/n y/l/n.” you answer almost instantaneously, keeping your eyes glued on his face as he rummages through the box
“mhm… very good…”
“what’s your name?” you watch as he rips open a little gauze pad
god
even his fingers are pretty
“seokjin.” seokjin smiles sweetly, your heart skipping a beat when he reaches up to brush some hair away from your forehead, “i’m just going to clean your cut up a little bit. stay still for me, yeah?”
you nod obediently and find yourself leaning forward a little bit even though you know you probably don’t need to
“what’s your last name?” you ask, seokjin looking down at you for a brief second before focusing back on the cut on your forehead
“kim. why?”
“just wanted to know what my future surname is going to be, that’s all.”
seokjin snorts before raising a brow, “quite the charmer, aren’t you?”
“it’s not every day that i get to talk to a very handsome ambulance man.”
seokjin chuckles, smoothing his fingers over the pad to make sure that it’s secure before pulling away, “mm, that’s fair. can you tell me what day it is?”
“saturday. which i think is the perfect day out of all of the days to go out on a date, because if we get super drunk and have crazy sex tonight, we can wake up late tomorrow and go out for brunch-!”
seokjin suddenly pinches your lips in between his fingers before frowning in concern, “your bottom lip is a little busted.”
“pheel vfree to kiss it bhetter.” you murmur, seokjin pulling away to rummage through his little kit again, “you look really cute when you’re concerned, by the way.”
“is that so?” seokjin hums, pulling a q-tip out and a tube of what looks to be some kind of a gel, “you can’t go around kissing strangers, you know.”
“you’re an exception.” you grin, dodging the q-tip when seokjin tries to dab some gel on your lip, “i was serious about the date, though. what do you think?”
“i think-” seokjin tries again only for you to turn your head the other way, “i think that you need to stop flirting with me so that i can do my job-”
“i’m letting you do your job!” you argue, “i’m just asking you an innocent question, that’s all-”
“if you were letting me do my job, you would be all patched up by now-” seokjin laughs lightly, shaking his head and leaning backwards when you move your head again, “okay, how about this? i will happily go out with you if you just stay still and let me clean up your lip.”
you perk up immediately, “for real?”
“for real.” he nods, holding the q-tip up, “are you willing to cooperate now?”
“mhm.” you hum contently, leaning forward and immediately pursing your lips, “please fix my lips so they’ll be nice and healed by the time we go out on our date.”
“why? are you planning to do a lot of kissing on our date?” seokjin teases, applying the gel before using the other end to dab off the excess
“that’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
seokjin presses his lips together to hold back a smirk
you are... awfully cheeky, aren’t you?
he’s verY into that
and bonus points because you’re very attractive and definitely his type
“okay, lemme just do one last thing here.” seokjin reaches into his shirt pocket for a little flashlight before reaching over and pinching your chin in between his fingers gently and bringing your face closer to his
“you’re not even going to wait until after our first date to kiss me?” you murmur, your eyes widening slightly, “and i thought i was coming on strong.”
“i’m just checking out your pupils, darling.” seokjin hums, “trust me. you’ll know when i’m about to kiss you.”
you shift in your spot a little as you feel youR cheeks starting to heat up now
oh,.,. how the tables have turned.,,.
seokjin’s just glad that he finally figured out how to get you to stay still so that he can get along with his procedures smoothly
“hi, pretty girl…” seokjin coos, raising your eyelid gently so that he can get a good look at your pupils, “mhm, that’s right… just keep your eyes on me…”
gladly
you’d keep your eyes on seokjin for the rest of your liFE if you could
“is this finally the part where you kiss me?”
“nice try, cheeky.”
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“so y/n’s going to be okay?” namjoon chews on his thumbnail anxiously and you reach over to pat his knee reassuringly
the poor thing is going to chew his entire hand off if he doesn’t stop soon
he joined you on the ambulance ten minutes ago but for eight whole minutes was just profusely apologizing to you (“i’ll never put on another pair of skates for as long as i’ll live!” “namjoon, it’s fine-” “for as long aS I LIVE-”)
seokjin nods as he packs up his kit and slides it back underneath the bench, “y/n’s going to be just fine. you can relax!”
“namjoon - you’re acting like you ran me over with a monster truck. i’m fine!”
“how many fingers am i holding up?” namjoon holds up three fingers and you blink at him before raising a brow
“obviously five.”
namjoon’s eyes widen in panic and he turns back to look at seokjin, “y-you said she was fine!”
“three! three fingers, you’re holding up three fingers-” you giggle, reaching forward to push namjoon’s hand back down, “seriously, joon... i’m fine! i swear.”
“alright, all you have to do is keep her company during the ride.” seokjin clears his throat, “i want to do a couple of scans at the hospital just in case!”
“aw, but i don’t want namjoon to keep me company-” you whine quietly, leaning against namjoon’s shoulder as you look up at jin, “why can’t you keep me company instead?”
“someone has to drive the ambulance.” seokjin teases, reaching down to pinch the apple of your cheek gently, “i’m all yours at the hospital.”
“namjoon can drive.” you push your bottom lip out in a pout before batting your lashes at him, “don’t you wanna hang out with me?”
“if namjoon’s driving skills are as good as his skating skills, i think i’m going to have to pass.” jin laughs lightly, sliding back into his jacket “we can hang out once we get to the hospital.”
namjoon narrows his eyes suspiciously as he glances back and forth between the two of you
...
..,.,...the energy in here...,.,..
.,,.,.,,the vibes,.,..,
someone definitely wants to fuck someone
seokjin sighs to himself as he hops into the driver’s seat before slamming the door shut
he pulls his phone out to check the time before smiling to himself because :-) your number is on his phone :-)
he wasn’t expecting to get a cute girl’s number today but he welcomes this surprise with open arms!
“y/n y/l/n...” he murmurs under his breath, reaching up to adjust the mirror
hm
your name does seem like it’d fit with his surname
his ears prickle when he hears your muffled voice through the thin partition and he leans back a little so he can do some sneaky eavesdropping
“i am planning... to have so much sex with that man. but in like a romantic way, you know? because i’m classy like that.”
seokjin snorts to himself before shoving the key into the ignition
(for the record: he feels the exact same way as you do).
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Grey's Anatomy: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (18x08)
I'm literally such a bad person but I hope they actually kill [redacted] off lol.
Cons:
Okay, let's start with this whole Link/Jo/Amelia/Kai kerfuffle. I feel like I'm going to sprain my eyeballs from rolling them so hard. This entire story is taking characters I like under different circumstances, and putting them into scenarios that just make me hate the time I'm spending with them. What a bummer! Jo's weird attraction to Link came out of nowhere, was sparked just by learning that he once had a crush on her, and seems to have made her into an instantaneously pining mess who feels conflicted about Link's impending confession to Amelia. Oh come on. Jeez. This is so stupid. I just want their friendship to be platonic, I just want these two nice people to be happy! Is that too much to ask?
On the other side of this, the whole "Link walks by just in time to see Amelia and Kai having their first kiss" thing was so goddamn stupid. I actually really like Kai and Amelia's energy together; as I've said, Amelia is a much more tolerable character to me when she's actually happy. Angst makes her insufferable. She seemed happy with Link, then they made a contrived conflict. Okay, fine. Make her happy with Kai, that works for me too. Just get it all over with and move on!
I don't know whether to put this in the "cons" section or not, but Meredith and Hayes had a brief scene in this episode that felt so much more real, and kinetic, and interesting, than anything that's ever happened between Meredith and her new beau. Why on earth would they not keep these two as the pairing? Sigh.
Pros:
Oh my god. The Webber Method thing is... intense. I knew the other shoe was going to drop, and I had a feeling Schmitt's ego was going to take a hit, but I had no idea it would happen in such an intense and tragic way. I thought that his patient was somehow going to live. I really did. And it's all the more tragic because there's this cute little rapport here, between Schmitt the doctor and Devon the podcaster, a good-natured guy who likes to help other people out with his meditative nature walks. I almost thought they were going for a flirtation angle here, like maybe there would be relationship angst with Nico and Levi, so when Levi fucking KILLS him on the operating table instead, I was... completely floored.
That whole scene, Miranda and Richard walking in, Helm trying her best to explain what happened and defend her friend, Bailey making Levi call time of death... god, it was all just so brutal. And honestly I don't blame Miranda for saying it's Richard's fault. The Webber Method does seem like a good idea in theory, but if it leaves things open for a mistake like this, clearly it's not worth much of anything.
Then there's poor Farouk, with Megan completely devastated and waiting for the worst... when we find out there's a heart transplant in Tacoma! Huzzah! Owen, Teddy, and Cormac all go to collect the heart together, and then on the way home, their driver has a massive stroke and the car careens off the road, landing in a tree right next to drop-off that will surely kill them if they fall.
This whole scenario is completely contrived and frankly ridiculously overdramatic, but in the way that reminds me of Grey's early days. As I alluded to in my opening line of this review, part of me wants Owen to die. Not because I don't particularly like him as a character, although that's... the case, but honestly because it would be such a huge shakeup. So dramatic. On the other hand, I am so not on board for more Teddy drama and trauma, so maybe I want him to be okay. I guess we'll have to wait for quite a while to find out!
But there is something just... peak good drama about these three characters in a precariously tilting car together, arguing over who should climb out and who stays behind... if Cormac dies, his kids are orphans! If Teddy and Owen both die, their kids are orphans. The drama!! And if they don't get out soon, Farouk will lose the heart transplant and likely won't live long enough to get another one. And Megan earlier in the episode basically said she's suicidal and if Farouk dies she's going to die too... the stakes really could not be any higher.
So yeah. I don't really have a lot more to say on this one, beyond being on the edge of my seat to find out if Owen makes it out alive or not... honestly, I'll get over it if he's gone. Sorry, dude.
Then there's Meredith's story, where her groundbreaking surgery is delayed by an unrelated health problem in the patient. I loved how this episode set my expectations for certain things to be the centerpieces, and then undercut them in ways that really shocked me. I thought this episode would be about the groundbreaking surgery, but instead you've got a routine Webber Method surgery going hugely wrong. I thought Farouk's fate would be decided, instead it's Owen whose life hangs in the balance.
And I will give a second shoutout to Amelia and Kai. I thought their first kiss scene was really sweet and the buildup was really just... tender and lovely. I feel like I get the sense that these two can confide in each other and be honest about their inner darkness and their driving need for career success. Maybe that's what Amelia needs? I liked that Link could get her out of her head and make her laugh, but maybe that was alienating for her, too.
So there you have it. See you in 2022 for however all these crazy twists affect our characters. Are we saying goodbye to another long-standing Grey's staple? Any chance we could resurrect Andrew DeLuca and let Owen be the dead one instead? Sigh.
8/10
#review#grey's anatomy#grey's anatomy review#greys anatomy#greys anatomy review#grey's#grey's abc#greys#greys abc
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Cheryl Waters: I’m wondering if Turn Out the Lights was written in that space [on tour], and now it sounds like for Little Oblivions you kinda thought, “I need to take the space for myself and be in a different headspace for this record.”
Julien Baker: Oh yea- and I mean, it’s not even like I consciously said, “I need to take this space for myself,” it’s just that I was spinning out, not very healthy, and I wasn’t able to do shows. And all of my friends were trying to gently tell me to take a break, or not so gently sometimes. ...In Turn Out the Lights, I did write a lot of that record’s material- like it coalesced on the road. And of course I would write it at home when I was home, because I wasn’t on tour 365. But I- I think during that time, like the space in between Sprained Ankle and Turn Out the Lights, I was being constantly confronted by, “Every night there’s a show and there’s a million eyeballs looking at me and I’m a performer and I want to have something to say, I want to steward this position well, and do something just, or maybe just helpful with it,” and so it was like this constant reminder and awareness of my gratitude that I got to do the thing I loved for a living and that I got to play shows all over the world. And also, I was like 21, and it was very new, and I still had a lot of emotional growing left to do... and still do. I think that constant reminder was a big factor in why I felt so moved to try to make something deliberately positive and why I wrote with the audience in mind so much more.
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CW: [Little Oblivions] sounds phenomenal. I’m wondering once you made the decision and accepted that you were going to go with a full band sound, were you able to just lean into it and enjoy it? Or were you still questioning that decision the whole time?
JB: oh no, I think it clicked in my head... I think it was helpful maybe, for many things to go wrong in my life at once, whether by my own design or not. Because I think, you know, there is some reason why I was intentionally blowing up my own life, you know, actively working against the thing I had worked so hard to do for a living, and jeopardizing it with my self-destructive behavior. And I think it brought me to a place where I wanted to do music even if it meant I never toured again. Like, I realized that if everything goes away, and I come home from tour early, and I go back to school, and I just sit in a classroom and read, that I still want to make songs. Because I like making songs. And that was also really liberating, to just have an awareness of how silly it was for me to take something so seriously and let it interfere with just having a pure relationship with music. Maybe pure isn’t the right word to use. I don’t even know if that’s possible in a realm where my art is commodified, that’s probably an oxymoron. But, you know. I think it just made me… give less of a shit about things that aren’t important and prioritize the things that are.
from Julien Baker - Full Performance & Interview (Live on KEXP at Home)
#julien baker#faith healer#turn out the lights#sprained ankle#little oblivions#2021#cheryl waters#kexp#quote#words#hearing her talk about 2019.... i am glad that she's okay
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When History Comes Calling, Ch 7/14
art by @snuffes
Fandom: Mass Effect
Rating: Teen
Pairing: none, some background Fshep/Garrus
Summary: In 2170, Mindoir was attacked by slavers. Hundreds were taken captive, hundreds more were slaughtered. Kiryn was the only Shepard to make it out alive. For years, he buried his grief, kept his head high, and did whatever he needed to survive.He survived Mindoir and the batarians and when the Reapers came he survived them too.
But when the war ends and he escapes his batarian masters to the Citadel, the discovery that his twin sister is alive and well might just be the thing that breaks him. The Hegemony's greatest assassin will remember what it means to have something to lose.
The run-in with Keris’ friends had thrown him. It had taken all day for that strange, tight band across his chest to loosen up. Only when the next morning had come without his face plastered on wanted notices all over the Citadel did he finally relax. Even then, he resolved to stay in the camp for a while.
Which turned out to be excruciatingly boring. Listening to Keris’ friends began to lose its appeal. They never talked about the right things. Oh they talked about Commander Shepard plenty. But they never talked about Keris. They didn’t even call her that. Her own boyfriend called her Shepard. What kind of friends were these?
It didn’t do his nerves any good, that was for sure.
At the very least there was no mention of any further bad turns. The biggest threat to Keris’ health seemed to be Keris herself. She hated to sit still, hated spending all day lying around in a hospital bed. She was insisting that she be allowed to leave and recuperate at home. The doctors were getting worried she was going to try and leave with or without permission.
That did sound like Keris. He wished he could tell them to remind her of the time she’d sprained her ankle, insisted on running a week before the doctor said she should, and immediately sprained it again. She’d sworn she’d learned her lesson. Kiryn wasn’t surprised to find out that she hadn’t, even a little.
It was almost a relief when Ukarem showed up.
Kiryn was taking a walk, just to be moving, half-listening to Tali’zorah and Vakarian arguing about whether or not Fleet and Flotilla was overhyped. Ukarem appeared beside him, apparently just coincidentally going in the same direction. Kiryn dropped back a few steps. Ukarem waited until a group of guards walked by, then turned into an out-of-the-way corner.
“Got a job for you,” he said, very quietly. “Big one. They say if you pull this off, they’ll make us rich.”
“Us?” Kiryn responded, lips barely moving.
“I uh… get a little for myself. Finder’s fee, you know.”
“Hmm. Details?”
Ukarem shook his head.
“Hmm.” A tricky one. Kiryn desperately wanted a job. Something to do, something to take his mind off the situation. He’d been thinking of nothing but his sister for nearly a month now, and it was clearly starting to have a negative effect.
“I’m interested,” he said at last, “but not guaranteed.”
“What?” Ukarem said, a little too loud. Kiryn raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m a free man now, Ukarem. I choose my own jobs. I’ll meet them and discuss my terms.”
The situation was soothing in its familiarity. The doorway halfway down a dark alley. Long hallways with flickering lightbulbs and no security cameras. The muscle men with their heavy brows and broken noses and crooked fingers. The only real difference was these ones were human. Kiryn found it quite funny when they tried to eyeball him. The batarians couldn’t intimidate him, and they could eyeball like no other species in the galaxy.
He followed the men with their badly-fitting suits and their poorly-hidden guns to a slightly larger room. The air here was heavy with the smell of rust and mold and dark secrets. Many deals had been struck in these shadows, deals that shook foundations.
They patted him down and took away his knives. They took his bag, too.
“It has my gun in it,” he said, helpfully.
“You brought it with you?” Ukarem said, fearfully.
“I can’t leave a sniper rifle sitting unattended in a refugee camp, Ukarem,” Kiryn said. “Someone could get hurt.”
The guards squinted at him, trying to see if he was joking. He stared back at them, impassive as always. They made him leave the bag, of course, but simply set it aside. He would check when he came back to make sure everything was still in there. If it wasn’t, he’d have a talk with them about the sanctity of personal property.
Then he was shown into another very familiar room that he’d never been in before. The lights were dim, and dimmer still for the clouds of cigar smoke swirling around the heads of the three men seated at the small round table. Across from them was a single chair, its back to the doorway. Five guards hovered in the corners, watching carefully.
The first man gestured to the empty chair.
“Please, have a seat.”
Kiryn sat. He kept his back perfectly straight and his arms at his sides. For the rest of this conversation, he would move very little, mostly only to turn his head slowly to face whoever was speaking. It was a trick he had picked up over the years, one that unnerved even the toughest of tough guys.
“Ukarem explained my terms to you?” he said. The men glanced at each other.
“Straight to business then?” the second man said.
Kiryn spoke mildly, almost smiling. “You’ll ask me if I want a drink or a cigar. I’ll say no, I don’t drink or smoke. You’ll ask a few questions about my time on the Citadel, I’ll ask how business is; our answers will be equally vague. I’m not particularly busy at the moment, but that doesn’t mean I’m any more interested in playacting social niceties.”
The men glanced at each other again, eyebrows raised.
“He certainly sounds like the real deal.”
“Ukarem explained my terms to you?” he repeated.
“I’m a little concerned about that,” the second man said. “See, this is a very high risk operation we’re engaging in. If we tell you the target, and you decide you want some moral high road, and go and tell the authorities… We’d be in a pretty sticky situation, wouldn’t we?”
“My concern is not about who. If you need to have a rival businessman removed, I am happy to offer my services. If you need a little old lady pushed off a balcony so you can get your hands on her apartment, I’ll take my leave.” As he spoke, he turned his head from one to the other, slowly. The first man was sweating a little, nervously fiddling with his cigar.
“Right. Understood.”
The third man spoke this time. He alone did not seem bothered by Kiryn’s behavior.
“It’s a soldier, got a reputation during the war. People think she’s a hero. That gives her words some weight. And some of the words she’s been saying are not so good for business, if you get my meaning.”
“Such as?”
“Don’t know if you’ve heard about the council imposing all those tariffs on asari goods, on account of the whole ‘hiding a massive prothean beacon’ thing. We as businessmen do our duty, and step in to provide the products and services the people need that the asari can no longer provide. Now this soldier, she’s saying they should delay the action until after the Republic gets its feet back under itself. Show a little mercy in their hour of need.”
“Mercy isn’t very good for business,” Kiryn said.
“Exactly.”
“It’s not the only trouble she’s been stirring up,” said the second man. “The world doesn’t need heroes once the fighting’s over. They can be… dangerous.”
Kiryn considered. It wasn’t exactly a clear cut case of bad men killing bad men. But this wasn’t anything like killing politicians trying to pass slave rights laws. It was alright. Soldiers died all the time.
“500,” he said, and the second man nearly spat out his drink.
“Are you fucking joking--”
“Shut up,” said the third man.
“It’s a pretty steep discount, actually,” Kiryn said. “But I understand my reputation isn’t as widely known here. And if this hero is as important as you say, it’s very important to you that this problem be solved in a timely manner. Isn’t it?”
The men glanced at each other.
“450,” the first man said. Kiryn turned his head and stared at him.
“500,” said the third man, and hit a button on his omnitool. “We need this done.”
Kiryn opened the file and read the name.
Commander Keris Shepard
His heart stopped beating.
“I don’t mind admitting you’re not our first try. Given the circumstances our usual methods haven’t been very successful.”
Blueprints of the hospital, her room highlighted. Security system information. Number of guards, rotations and schedules.
“We had some guys watching the apartment--”
The not-janitors by the back door. They weren’t C-Sec. They were hired muscle, waiting to see if they could catch her unawares where no one could see.
“-but she’s likely to be at the hospital for a while, and we’re getting impatient.”
“We did try to see if we could get one of the nurses to slip her something, you know, make it look like a medical thing, but that was a no-go too.”
It was just a bad reaction to the medication, the doctors fixed it.
“The only time she’s alone is at night. We want you to go in and take her out. Whatever you do, make sure it sticks. She has a bad habit of coming back from the dead.”
Something broke, deep inside him. A pressure began to build, rising up his chest until it reached his mouth, and slipped out as a laugh.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“You came to me,” he said, shoulders shaking, hands shaking, face twitching as he tried to keep himself under control. “All the assassins in the galaxy and you came to me.”
It was not a good laugh. It was an ugly, guttural thing, cracked and dusty with disuse. It felt wrong in his mouth but it was so, so fucking hilarious. He looked up at his would-be employers, and whatever they saw in his eyes made them lean away.
“You want me to kill my sister.”
Eyes went wide, hands flew to weapons, and Kiryn struck.
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Sneaking in with WIP Wednesday - HIOB Ch. 16 (prostitution)
The improvement once Percy positions the tape around the aching joint is almost immediate— he's taken care of Jason enough that he doesn't need to be told where the pain points are. After so many strains and sprains and dislocations, Jason's knee is probably always going to be unstable, and any support is a little more than the tendons around it can give on their own.
Jason gets up to check on the pot as Percy sweeps the hair off the floor. The pasta hits the boiling water in a plume of steam, and there's a noise from down the hall. Shit.
He drops the box on the counter, strides over to Percy and grabs him by the o-ring to drag him into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
There's a feeling of sadness when the collar comes off, but Percy's giggling over the manhandling, and Thalia has enough to worry about when she's getting ready for work— she doesn't need to do it with that image making her want to bleach her eyeballs.
"You're a good brother," Percy whispers, putting a hand flat on Jason's chest as he leans up for a kiss. "Did you put on a timer for the macky?"
"Fuck."
Jason rubs at his face. Percy laughs again, putting a hand on Jason's shoulder as he heads for the door. "Don't worry about it. You can test them by just trying one and seeing if it's the right texture."
It's obvious as soon as Percy says it, but he doesn't make Jason feel bad about it. He never has— sure, he was surprised to learn that at fifteen years old, Jason had never so much as made himself a pizza bagel, but just took that as an opportunity to teach him how.
Thalia's out and dressed by the time they emerge, staring at the contents of the fridge with a scowl. She softens when she hears them, glancing over her shoulder.
"Good mornfternight."
"The vampire has arisen," Percy crows. "Do you want breakfast?"
"You know you can't bribe me with food, right?" She shuts the fridge and turns around, her arms crossed over her narrow chest. "I mean, I'll accept it, but your fate rests on how you treat my son."
Jason blushes, hot enough to be self-conscious about it and trigger a self-sustaining loop. He's done it so often in reverse that he should be used to the dynamic by now, but there's something about it that always makes him happy.
"Mom, you'd know if he hurt me," he assures her. She goes just as pink as he feels, her face lighting up with her smile.
"And he better hope he doesn't make you prove it."
"This is why everyone thinks you're a foot taller than you actually are." Percy starts rifling through the cupboards and pulling out ingredients. "You're a pomeranian, but you have the presence of a gray wolf."
"Fuck you." Thalia snatches a pear from a basket on the island and heads over to the sink to rinse it. "I'm at least a mini spitz."
"Fair." Percy gives up on whatever he was going to make with flour and pie spices, and instead pulls a log of goat cheese from the fridge. "I've met tinier, and you do look a lot smaller next to the record-breaking mastiff over there."
"Everyone looks small next to me, except for other football players." Jason raises an eyebrow as he stirs the noodles. "But I thought I was a golden retriever."
"In temperament, yeah— maybe a yellow lab. They're a little less in your face." Percy hands Thalia the cheese, then grabs her a plate and a butter knife. "But we're talking size. If your sister's a mini spitz, you have to be fuckin' Zorba. Even I look like a toy breed when I'm with you, and in this alternate universe, I'm a hundred-pound pit bull."
"Who thinks he's a lapdog," Thalia adds, mouth full as she carries her meal over to the island. She bumps Percy's hip in thanks on her way—
And Percy does a spectacular job keeping his composure. The flinch is barely noticeable. There's a reason he's so good at hiding his pain, and the thought deflates Jason a little as he drains the pasta.
Thalia picks up on it, but she misses the reason. Jason prefers it that way, honestly— he'd rather hear her reassure him than see how she'd react to something that, besides Jason, Percy's only told his mother and his therapist.
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show me your boobs
Pairing: Pale/Reader
Word Count: ~1200
A/N: haunted house shenanigans, PDA, exhibitionism (does it count if there’s no sex??), sexy but no sex because they get SPOOKED
Pale doesn’t really like Halloween. Aside from making sure his kid’s gonna have an okay time, and the sexy costumes, and the fun cooking, and the couple’s costumes, and the late night scary movies, and the echoes of kids trick or treating down the hall, and the way you sit on his lap to do his makeup for this one night a year, and the haunted houses, and the-
Pale likes Halloween.
You’d never expect it from him though, a guy who bitches about kids holdin’ out their buckets all expectant and stupid fuckin’ movies and teenage guys all pressuring their girls into the teeniest thing they can still legally wear in public. Yet, here you are, on the subway to Brooklyn, where he’s been told there’s a haunted house attraction worth the trip out.
Someone’s glammed up their townhouse, the yard and everything covered in decorations. Now that it’s after dark, there aren’t many kids around, so you and Pale and the other freaks will have the place to yourselves.
Your heart picks up a little, seeing the performer in the doorway, how convincing her costume is, even if she’s wilting a bit after a long afternoon of hosting screaming teens.
“Alright, if you’re pregnant or have heart conditions or anything like that, I don’t recommend heading inside,” She listed, bored.
Pale nudges you softly, raises his eyebrow.
You laugh and nudge him back. “No chance, fella. Sorry.”
He holds his hands up playfully. “Just checkin’.”
“Okay then, it’s a dollar each then you can head inside, turn left.”
Pale dropped two bills into the pumpkin-shaped bucket on the chair beside the door and took your hand. “Ready, doll?”
You shrugged your shoulders up and down, loosening up, then nodded.
As you entered and turned left, you were greeted with an old fashioned factory set; a conveyor belt, some pipes, theatrical fog.
“They say he died here,” Someone whispered from behind you, causing you to jump slightly and move closer to Pale.
“Who?” Pale asked, teasing.
“Ol’ Nelson. Fell into the conveyor belt.”
Pale kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear. “You’re alright angel, ain’t nobody ever died on a conveyor belt. How the fuck you fall in one of those anyway?”
“Alright, thanks for the heads up,” Pale called, ushering you forward.
He whispered in your ear again. “If you wanna leave, we can tell ‘em and they’ll let us out.”
You squeezed his hand, telling him you’d heard.
Someone leapt from the next doorway, wearing a bloodied apron, and screamed.
You yelped and Pale swore loudly.
“Jesus fuck what you yelling for? Huh? You Nelson’s missus or what?”
The performer sneered down at you, tilting her neck at an odd angle and laughing.
“Alright,” Pale chuckled. He squeezed your hand again and you squeezed back.
The next room was more gory, filled with admittedly plastic-looking remains. Nelson, you presumed. The light was an eerie white, coming down through the skylight in the ceiling. It was a long rectangular room, and at your cautious pace, it would take you a while to get through.
“Jesus, doll, you look so pretty,” Pale squeezed your hand. “When you’re breathing all heavy like that it pushes your tits out, didn’t notice earlier.”
You blushed and adjusted your corset. Pale swatted your hands away.
“Nah, nah. Let a man enjoy it,” He smiled. You rolled your eyes playfully and waited for the next scare.
“Doesn’t look like there’s anyone in here,” You breathed.
“Think you’re right. Wanna show me your tits?”
“Pale!” You scolded, hitting his chest softly.
You peered into the dark, hoping your eyes would adjust and you’d be able to spot anyone before they got the chance to scare you.
“C’mon, angel, I’m serious. Wanna kiss ‘em.”
Cautious, you shifted your top down slightly. “In here, really?”
Pale hummed and ducked down to kiss your neck, still continuing to walk as he did so. Gently, he sucked a mark onto the side of your neck and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Okay, Pale-”
Someone lunged from the pile of limbs, screaming. Once you’d cried out and even Pale had jumped a foot away from you, they began to mumble, chanting something under their breath.
You hurried to the next room, the office of the factory it seemed. Papers were scattered everywhere and two hands sat atop the desk, as if filling out paperwork.
While you were still catching your breath, Pale cracked a joke about death and taxes and you huffed a laugh.
“Geez, I wonder how much that guy heard before he decided to jump,” You breathed.
Pale stroked your back. At least, you hoped it was Pale.
“Reckon he was waiting to see if we’d-”
Dozens of eyeballs spilled from somewhere to Pale’s left, rolling across the floor to where you stood.
“Pale?”
“Hm?”
“Your hand is on my back, right?”
“Mhm. Just wanna make sure you ain’t gonna freeze in place or nothin’. And now you gotta dodge the eyeballs so you don’t sprain an ankle. Want me to carry you?”
You laughed and kissed Pale’s shoulder, the room too dark to aim for anything more specific. “I’m okay.”
You made it out into the fading daylight and you found yourself relieved. It had been fun, especially with Pale’s commentary, but you felt yourself shedding layers of tension now you were out.
Pale draped his coat around your shoulders. “You okay?”
Offering a smile, you nodded. “Yeah, just a bit spooky.”
He nodded. “So... Can I see your booooobs?”
You shook your head with a smile. “We’ll see once we’re back home, huh? You’re looking a little scared yourself.”
“Oh really?”
“Uh huh. A little Pale.”
He laughed and nudged you playfully. “Jesus, walked into that one, didn’t I?”
You peeled the collar of Pale’s coat from your neck, and tried to spot any bruises. Pale swept in and caught your lips with his own. You obliged and draped your arms over his shoulders as he dipped you low.
He pulled away with a satisfied smile and ran his hands over the bones of your corset. “Think you should wear this dress more often.”
“Mm, honey you keep talking like that and I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off you either.”
Pale held his hands above his head with a grin. “Go ahead, baby, all yours.”
Smirking, you glanced over your shoulders to check there was nobody nearby. You dropped to your knees and pressed a single kiss over the fly of his pants.
Quickly, you stood up again and kept walking to the subway entrance, leaving a slack-jawed Pale behind you. You glanced behind you with a wink.
“C’mon honey, think it’s best if we make it home before we’re fuckin’ on someone’s lawn.”
“You don’t think we’d pass as an ornament?” Pale threaded his fingers through yours.
You shook your head. “Animatronics ain’t that good yet. Besides, I think you’ll wanna see the matching garter belt, am I right?”
Pale sped up, tugging you along behind him as he chuckled.
“Easy tiger,” You smiled. “We’ve got all night.”
#pale x reader#pale#pale burn this#burn this#burn this lanford wilson#pale x you#pale/you#pale/reader#pale imagine#pale one shot#whiskey bumblebee halloween extravaganza#my writing#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#self insert
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