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reddreaction · 7 months

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Fionna and cake Alternate universe pt.2

While we are making alternate versions of people, let us start with the long ass pantheon, starting with who I care about from least to greatest. Okay.

So we learn in the episode, “Bonnie and Neddy” that they are born of the Mother Gum, in which we learn not too much later that this takes place in tandem with “simon and marcy”, where the mother gum gives Simon and Marcy soup to eat. If the timelines sync, like they did when Marciline became “the Star” in that one universe then I believe it would be reasonable that by this time, Bonnie and Neddy have already begun creating the candy kingdom and would have at least started some kind of civilization that people would flock to.

Prior to writing this, I came across multiple timelines that were mapped out that suggest otherwise, but for the sake of SHUT UP, we will go with what was shown and suggested based off of the show.

Perhaps hearing about said civilization, Marcy and Simon would begin to head that way but Simon would end up losing himself to the crown a while away. Perhaps on the way, Marcy would have bumped into the humans who planned on making a small civilization of their own, meeting the next father figure in her life, the human Two Bread Tom.

If people flocked to the Candy Kingdom, there is a chance that some of them would go on to look into finding cures, studying arcane, and other sorts of research alongside Boni and other scholars, something that we know to be in their best interest. This leads to the crowning of Doctor Princess, who came to the kingdom sick and looking for a check up and ends up staying and working under multiple royalty.

Oh, I guess this is the best time to talk about Shoko. About 100 years into the Candy Kingdom, we learn of a mercenary named Shoko who had gotten close to boni, eventually becoming friends before snagging a necklace from her during a slumber party and falling in the acidic water below her balcony when she tried to run after getting caught by the gumball guardians.

I’d like for this to stay canon.

Except for the origins of Shoko, instead of randomly being hired by some random gang, i’d like for her to have been given to the Bandit Princess, the illegitimate daughter of The king of thieves, feeling as if her birthright had been stolen from her. This would make her a common antagonist within Ooo.

We also know that at this time, Marcy takes up fighting vampires to protect the human civilization and eventually defeats the vampire king and is bitten, becoming the last vampire. I’d like to say that she had helped in this endeavor and created some ocs but of course, I'm going to have to put that on pause.

Marceline to me was always the badass bard who traveled Ooo, fighting monsters and raising morale, so I think it would be all the more prominent that she's well known within Ooo. I would have her go along with her band, performing concerts, and like in canon, she meets boni at one of them and courts her with one of her shirts.

As the Candy Kingdom is built, so are others around the area. With little to no context, I’d like to list some of them and their little to no significance.

Lady Rainicorn and the Cotton Candy Princess, who live in the cotton candy forests that surround the kingdom. While not really important lore wise, we know that the Cotton candy Princess was kidnapped at one point of time and saved by the hero Billy which helps him get his name off the ground as hero, so…

Ghost, Skeleton, and Raggedy Princess all live near a graveyard, which I will dubbed the Undead Kingdom. You’ll find Marceline’s cave within this area, which keeps it on theme and will be inhabited by the ghost, skeletons, and undead that we are used to seeing Marceline hang out with. There is Beautiful Princess as well, despite her not being a real princess.

The Slime kingdom is in an underground cavern where a highway bridge used to link up. It was rumored that she wanted to be the ambassador of the animal kingdom, which i would’ve liked to see an arc for but alas we did not.

After a magic bolt of lightning is struck down in the middle of the desert, Desert Princess asks Boni to look into it, calling it an “anomaly”. Boni brings Marcy along, which has them meet the Glass Kingdom. They come back within the next hundred years when said kingdom would get attacked by the dragon, kicking off the events in Obsidian.

I’m also changing the design of Desert Princess because SHUT UP. they did that girl dirty.

Oh! And a place called “PARTY CENTRAL”, where the Bounce House princess and Skateboard Princess resides. This is a hub where parties are held, built in an abandoned carnival or amusement park. After the episode that introduces Party Pat, we would come to recognize this kingdom within canon.

We would also have a cloud kingdom, known to have where the Slumber, Lullaby, and Nightmare princesses reside. Like the name suggests, they live within the clouds and are known for taking long naps, high above a lake where the water nymphs and Water Princess live.

And finally, the Kingdom of Nuts and Bolts, a kingdom within a large dense forest where the Nut Kingdom, Wildberry Kingdom, and Jungle Princess. We would come to know this as the same place that Huntress Wizard also presides in.

Near the Ocean, we would come to find the Turtle kingdom. And in the middle of the ocean, you guessed, you’d find the Ocean and Lamprey Princess.

Clear? Clear. I left some out on purpose, so plot worthy, some not.

#fionna and cake #fionna and cake au #writing inspiration #canon compliant #what if?#my art #alternate universe

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gootube · 3 years

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today marks the day i spent almost 5 or 6 hours on fallout 76. gay pride i guess

#i hate this animals. the farred #i love my little dude. my little farredow. hes not well #when im overencumbered i open my inventory and drink every bottle of alcohol ive hoarded that has been weighing me down #today i accidentally almost joined the brotherhood because i thought i needed to do the quest to progress with rose's mission #and i am too lazy to go home and cook my meat so he jsut. eats the shit raw for meager hp points help #love him. hes insane #digital #doodles #f76 #fallout #also i really liked whitesprings resort but the ghouls man...the radscorpions?!?! anyways i love how out of place i felt #like completely dirty; in raggedy ass clothes while eveyrhting inside is pristine and fancy ahjdfkd? i had to switch to nicer clothes #ocs #buggy #farrow #skuggy #fallout au #blood tw #cowboy

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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HI OKAY 3 THINGS

1- lmao it was me I just happen to be a massive idiot and complete forgot

2- OKAY SO FOR THE SICK MC FIC let's say mc has dyed hair and tattoos, both being temporary.

The main 4 notice that mc is starting to lose colour like a goldfish and convince themselves that they're dying. They think that mc hasn't noticed their condition so it's all just internal panic.

3- THE CHAOS GRIEFER BOYS TSKING CARE OF SICK MC.

Balsam is the old man sailor 'this ain't my first rodeo' kinda guy and he just gives mc some beer and tells them to lay off while Lucan is the old grandma that tries his hand at cooking and fails miserably and he's all just 'oh you poor thing!!!! Lemme getchu some food :)' *pans back to sage sitting at the end of MC's bed* he's so sad,,,,little worried cat boy,,,,,literally will sleep at the foot of your bed if you're okay with it.....he's so scared you're gunna die regardless of your symptoms.

ALSO YOUR FIC HEADCANON THINGY WAS REALLY GOOD >:D

-dumb bitch anon

What is a dumb bitch if not a massive idiot [affectionate] ?

LISTEN OKAY I WROTE THAT SAME IDEA FOR A ONESHOT FOR MY OC LIKE TWO WEEKS AGO THAT WAS BASICALLY SHE MANAGES TO SUMMON WEED FROM EARTH, GETS REALLY HIGH TO THE POINT THAT HER EYES ARE RED AND SHE CAN BARELY FUNCTION, AND EVERYONE THINKS SHE'S DYING AND ARE FRANTICALLY TRYING TO HEAL HER AND THEN EVENTUALLY RESIGN THEMSELVES TO THE FACT THAT SHE’S GONNA DIE AND THEN THEY ALL GET REALLY DRUNK AND ARE CRYING WHILE SHE'S JUST IN THE CORNER NOT UNDERSTANDING WHAT TF THEY'RE SO UPSET ABOUT BECAUSE NO ONE WILL ACTUALLY TELL HER THEY THINK SHE'S DYING ANON GET OUT OF MY HEAD

Also you're right. You're totally right. You dyed your hair and got fake tattoos to help with your cosplay and it's all that these guys have ever seen you in. You're in bed for two, three days,, you're not really eating, you're not really drinking, just writhing around in discomfort and sweating and trying not to choke on your coughs. You're. Dying. You're dying but you're not really dying and you're aware of that. You've gotten sick like this before. But the Starsworn,, they don't know that and they're freaking out because oh gods you're from a different realm you've never had this disease what tf is your bitch ass immune system gonna do??? And then the color literally drains out of you?? You're turning into a zombie?? Felix comes to the conclusion that it's a curse that you've been afflicted with, Sage thinks it's some kind of monster or whatever sucking out your soul while Anisa is trying to keep them calm because it's an illness but oh gods what if it's basically the plague to you? And Rime is just trying to focus on healing spells but the fuckin the ink is literally running in washed-out streaks down your skin and he doesn't know how the hell to fix it and how are they gonna tell you that you're dying?? How are they gonna look their friend, the person who sacrificed themself for a world that isn't even theirs, in the eye and say that they're dying and there's nothing anyone can do about it? You must be so delirious that you don't even feel it...... and you're just thinking about how the last time you were this sick you watched like,,,, the entirety of the Kirby: Right Back At Ya! anime and wasn't there a movie that went with that series? and Felix and Sage and Anisa are both crying because you're gonna perish

3. YEEEES I LOVE GIVING THE GRIEFERS THE LOVE THEY DESERVE

For some reason I imagine this like,, you guys are in a coastal house where there's like one bed in the living room that's also the kitchen so everyone is in the same room and Sage is curled up at the foot of the bed, his tail draped atop your lower legs. He shifts between that and checking your temperature and considering blowing cool air on your face but also he's worried his breath is gonna smell weird. Balsam makes you a hot toddy,, which is probably his solution to everything,,, and Lucan has a raggedy and stained apron on and he's humming as he cooks cause he's Totally Gonna Fix This and Elowen is just hovering in the shadows of the room (any time she tries to go near the bed Sage starts growling at her) thinking about how the last time Lucan cooked something the person who ate it like,,, lost their sense of taste for five days but when she offered to help him Lucan was like no!! >:( my heart and soul has to be in it so it'll work faster!! >:( he's worried and just wants to protect his lil friend and he's gonna fight the virus with the power of his soup >:( and Elowen just kinda throws her hands up because what the fuck is she gonna do about it?? Meanwhile Balsam is speaking in his usual Loud And Boisterous Voice and Sage is swatting at him because Damnit Bas You're So Loud They're Sick And Probably Have A Headache Shut Your Ass Up And Let Them Rest >:'(((((

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wisteriabookss · 3 years

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An Extensive Analysis of Eris

The recent excerpt from ACOSF has got this fandom spinning on it’s head because it includes a feral-smiling Eris waltzing with Nesta. As a result, people have now delved deeper into his character and whether or not he deserves a redemption arc (or an arc of any kind).

So naturally, he has been compared to Rhys, because Rhys also appeared to us in the beginning as a cruel, cunning person, who was eventually revealed to have a bigger heart, and a valid excuse (at least amongst the IC) for his behavior.

I made this post to mainly catalogue all that Eris has done, analyze his actions, see if he indeed can be compared to Rhys, and to determine whether or not he should have a redemption arc.

What We Know So Far

Our first mention of Eris is in ACOMAF, when Rhysand is explaining to Feyre what happened to Mor. I could put the quotes here, but just to save some time I’m gonna make a long story short.

Mor’s father, Keir, declared that she was to be sold in marriage to Eris. Eris is known for being cruel, and Mor begged Rhys to stop it. Rhys brought her to the Illyrian camp for a few days, and she decided to sleep with Cassian in order to ruin her “pure” image. Because she slept with Cassian, Eris refused to marry her. Said, “she’d been sullied by a bastard-born lesser faerie, and he’d now sooner fuck a sow.” Her family, although it’s not said explicitly, basically beat her, and then dumped her body on the Autumn court border with a note nailed to her body that said she was Eris’s problem now. Eris left her for dead in the middle of their woods.

Now, we’re going to look at what he exactly said during this event, given to us from Mor’s POV in ACOFAS:

“Don’t touch her.” Those steps stopped. It was not a warning to protect her. Defend her.

“No one touches her,” he said. Eris. “The moment we do, she’s our responsibility.”

Cold, unfeeling words. “But—but they nailed a—”

“No one touches her.”

A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. “I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.”

He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved his lips. “I thought so.”

Eris took a step away. Someone behind him blurted, “We can’t just leave her to—”

“We can, and we will,” Eris said simply, his pace unfaltering as he strode away.

“She chose to sully herself; her family chose to deal with her like garbage. I have already told them my decision in this matter.” A long pause, crueler than the rest. “And I am not in the habit of fucking Illyrian leftovers.”

Now that we have Mor’s side of the story, we’re going to look at what Eris has said about that fateful day during a discussion with the IC in ACOWAR:

Mor snarled, rattling the glasses. “You never gave any evidence to the contrary. Certainly not when you left me in those woods.”

“There were forces at work that you have never considered,” Eris said coldly. “And I am not going to waste my breath explaining them to you. Believe what you want about me.”

. . . .

A frown at Mor as he drained his wine and set down the goblet. “I’m surprised you still can’t control yourself around him. You had every emotion written right on that pretty face of yours.”

“Watch it,” Azriel warned.

Eris looked between them, smiling faintly. Secretly. As if he knew something that Azriel didn’t. “I wouldn’t have touched you,” he said to Mor, who blanched again. “But when you fucked that other bastard—” A snarl ripped from Rhys’s throat at that. And my own. “I knew why you did it.” Again that secret smile that had Mor shrinking. Shrinking. “So I gave you your freedom, ending the betrothal in no uncertain terms.”

“And what happened next,” Azriel growled.

A shadow crossed Eris’s face. “There are few things I regret. That is one of them. But … perhaps one day, now that we are allies, I shall tell you why. What it cost me.”

A main takeaway from this is that there seems to be much more to story of what happened between Eris and Mor.

Does that mean him leaving her in the woods is excusable? No. Absolutely not. He didn’t try to take the nail out of her (which would’ve been the bare minimum), he didn’t alert Rhys that she was there, he didn’t do anything to help her. He started to make the situation even more traumatic by saying vile things to her. Whatever reason he gives for not helping her will be just that: a reason. But not an excuse. Those are two very different things.

Eris say’s that leaving her there is one of the few things he regrets. There’s something in that. I’m not saying under any circumstance that he should be forgiven because he feels guilty, thats stupid as hell, but it is showing that he’s not some apathetic, other-worldy evil person. There’s some semblance of a conscious in him.

He also say’s that one day he’ll tell them why he did it and what it cost him. By what it cost him, I’m guessing he’s talking about the cost of ending his betrothal to Mor, because I can’t think of what he lost by leaving her there.

I don’t think there’s been any mention of someone getting revenge on Eris because A.) Rhys told Feyre that, “Azriel found her a day later. It was all I could do to keep him from going to either court and slaughtering them all.” and B) her family was obviously going to do nothing cause they’re the ones who hurt her.

I’m not going to try and theorize what cost Eris had to pay. It obviously is something (or someone) important to him.

But to me, one of the biggest things we got from this discussion is that it seems Eris knows Mor is gay. That secret smile of his that had Mor shrinking, the way he says he knows why she slept with Cassian, and that he gave Mor her freedom by ending the betrothal without giving a reason . . . he knows.

He knew she was gay, so he ended their engagement, no questions asked. And then Mor was dumped in his woods, and he did nothing to help.

Morally grey, indeed.

(P.S. To the person that posted something along the lines of, “I can’t wait to see Mor’s face when she see’s Eris dancing with Nesta,” . . . get help)

Another excerpt I wanna look at also happens during the recent discussion we’ve just seen, but it has to do with Feyre and Lucien.

“You hunted me down like an animal,” I cut in. “I think we’ll choose to believe the worst.”

Eris’s pale face flushed. “I was given an order. And sent to do it with two of my … brothers.”

That little hesitation before he says ‘brothers’. . . sus. That’s all imma say. (maybe there’s more than one illegitimate son in that family . . .)

“And what of the brother you hunted down alongside me? The one whose lover you helped to execute before his eyes?”

Eris laid a hand flat on the table. “You know nothing about what happened that day. Nothing.”

Silence.

“Indulge me,” was all I said.

Eris stared me down. I stared right back.

“How do you think he made it to the Spring border,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t there— when they did it. Ask him. I refused. It was the first and only time I have denied my father anything. He punished me. And by the time I got free … They were going to kill him, too. I made sure they didn’t. Made sure Tamlin got word—anonymously—to get the hell over to his own border.”

Where two of Eris’s brothers had been killed. By Lucien and Tamlin.

Eris picked at a stray thread on his jacket. “Not all of us were so lucky in our friends and family as you, Rhysand.”

We see another semblance of conscious here when Eris refuses to take part in the slaughtering of Jesminda. To even be in the same room as it. He then made sure that Lucien wasn’t going to die by making sure Tamlin was at his border.

I’m not putting these quotes here to say, “Look, he cares about stuff , so let’s excuse everything he’s done.” No. There is no excusing any of his actions. Just like we can’t excuse Rhysand’s behavior in the first two books, or Cassian’s, or Nesta’s, or even Feyre’s, etc. But what we can do is see the reasons for their actions, and try and understand why they acted the way they did. They have their reasons, and Eris has his. (P.S. I’m not trying to compare what they’ve done, I’m just noting that they all had reasons to do what they’ve done, and they all deserve to be heard out.)

Comparison To Rhys

As I said earlier, Eris has drawn a lot of comparisons to Rhys. I agree with most of them.

This fandom has catalogued all of Rhys’s questionable actions like . . .

*TRIGGER WARNING: words like sexually assaulted*

Rhys sexually assaulting Feyre three times in the first book by drugging her, and then compelling her to give him lap dances in front of the folks Under The Mountain. He then displayed Feyre again in a sexual manner in the second book in front of The Court of Nightmares as, and I quote, “The High Lords Whore.”

In both situations he could’ve done things so much differently. In the first book, he could’ve just, oh I don’t know, kept her in her cell? Or maybe brought her upstairs as a normal person?

And in the second one she literally could have been ANYTHING else. Everyone thinks she’s his prisoner, so why didn’t they go with that? Why couldn’t he have just dressed her in some raggedy-ass clothing, messed up her hair, and then tell her to act super stoic or frightened? Really Rhys, she just had to be your whore? (I know it was consensual but that doesn’t make her persona okay. He could’ve picked literally anything else)

Did he have his reasons for doing this? Yes. Does his reasons excuse what he did? No. You don’t have to make everyone else around you act a part just because you do.

So while we may not excuse Rhys’s actions, we can understand his reasons even if we don’t agree with them. Same with Eris. We know Eris has his reasons, and I doubt we’ll all agree with them, but he still has them.

Let’s also not forget that Rhysand made a deal with Eris and Keir that he would support Eris’s claim to the Autumn Court throne when Eris decides to kill his father for it. He also allowed Keir and his court to come into Velaris, and even though they’ll be turned away by every vendor, he still allowed them in. While he had his reasons for doing this (the Darkling army for ACOWAR) he still did it. It still hurt Mor.

Redemption Arc

My biggest hesitation in thinking Eris will get a redemption arc is wondering where it would fit in the books for him to have one. We don’t know how if his waltz with Nesta is just a one-time thing or if it’s a result of a friendship between the two. The second book is supposed to be centered around Elain, Azriel, and Lucien, so that could also be a spot where he get’s an arc, maybe through a relationship with Lucian or Azriel.

Either way, I’m not gonna bring down the hammer and say that he shouldn’t get a redemption arc. Tbh, the term ‘redemption arc’ kinda annoys me because it shouldn’t be about redeeming what was done in the past, but more about learning from past mistakes and taking the initiative to grow into a better person. That’s what I want for Eris. He’s not going to magically be revealed to be this super sweet fun-loving guy like Rhys. I don’t want him to be revealed like that either.

I just want to see more of his character, see why he is the way he is, and, like i’ve said a million times in this post, know his reasons for acting the way he does.

One last thing before I go. I’m not interested in seeing any relationship blossom between Eris and the IC, or Nesta, and I think it’s unlikely anyways. There’s a possibility for them to have an understanding, sure, but no friendship. I know there are some people who automatically adore Eris because they hate Mor and that’s just stupid. Mor isn’t my fav either, but I won’t cheer Eris on just because he hurt her.

That’s all I’ve got. If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you. Really.

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miyalove · 4 years

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not quite enemies | bakugou

—pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

—warnings: swearing, name calling, yelling, death threats, bakugou being his angry self, fluff *unedited

—synopsis: 2.9k | despite being his friend, it’s always fun to mess around with bakugou. today, you realized you went too far when you both get thrown into detention. you thought it was going to be a whole week of silent cleaning and death threats but to your surprise, he’s a lot more pleasant than you had originally thought.

—a/n: based off of this prompt #7 by @//raggedy-dxctor!

you and bakugou have an odd friendship, if that’s what you would even call it.

you’re constantly by his side, but it’s not just because you enjoy his presence, like his other friends do too but it’s because you just get a real kick out of making fun of him. you’ve known the blonde for years by now, you even dare say that your friendship goes further back than the one he has with midoriya! even despite your rocky friendship though, bakugou has a special place in you heart but you’d rather be caught dead then ever admit that aloud.

every morning, you and midoriya walk to school together because you’re in the same neighborhood, and every morning right when you arrive to class you make a b-line straight for bakugou’s desk. it’s not just because you like messing around with him though, your desk just so happens to be perfectly placed right behind his.

“good morning, katsuki,” your tone too sweet for him. as you settle yourself down in your seat, you see his red eyes steal an all too obvious glance your way but he makes no response. simply rolling his eyes, before staring back out the large glass windows.

most people would be offended and even peeved off that they just got brushed off by the bakugou katsuki but not you. no, you’ve known him long enough to know that this was merely a test to see if you’d actually continue talking to him like the good friends you are and just his luck, because you’re feeling extra friendly today!

you let out a light giggle thinking to yourself, the silent treatment never stopped me before, silly! smiling, you lean forward on your desk making sure your lips brush his ear as you whisper, “huh? didn’t you hear me? what is all that hair messing up your hearing?” to further piss him off, you punctuate your last question by lightly knocking on the crown of his head.

that surely got his attention. in a split second, he’s facing you. his seat flies back with how fast he stands. his features are morphed into an expression that vaguely reminds you of a feral animal baring it’s teeth. you have to force yourself to swallow down a laugh because honestly, who can take this angry little pomeranian seriously. despite you studying his face, you missed the light pink blush covering his ears or the way he slightly flinched when he felt your hot breath tickle his lobes. he’s thankful that you did though because if you did catch is two seconds of weakness he’d probably never live it down.

“shut it, shitty girl, or else!”

you’re smirking as you look up at the enraged bakugou. he’s basically foaming at the mouth with how relaxed you are. most people are appalled at his words or even try and calm him down but no, you’re literally just making things worse.

sighing, you rest your chin on your palm as your fingers carelessly tap to a tune on your cheek. your teasing smile never fades, “or else what?” innocently, you tilt your head in question, your eyes meet his red ones filled with rage. you can’t help but to trace the tale tail signs of a classic bakugou tantrum from his features.

with his brows furrowed so hard, you make a mental note on how that might cause permanent wrinkle damage for later banter with the blonde. his mouth is sneered, showing of his perfectly white teeth as they grind on each other and just like classic bakugou, he’s all up in your face.

before he was merely standing in front of your desk, nose in the air as a constant reminder that you’re below him. now, he’s inches apart from your face and if it were anyone else, you would have made a playful comment about how this was kissing distance but this isn’t one of the many boys you like to playfully flirt with. this is bakugou katsuki, the boy you love messing around with.

in a matter of seconds, you see the blonde claw his hands up. tiny explosions go off in his palms and you can’t help but study the smoke releasing from his palms. with how fast the explosions are going off, the room quickly is waffled with the smell of burnt chocolate.

“or else i’ll kill you!” bakugou barks.

“you’ll kill me?” you speak unisons with his threat. his red eyes are wide and if looks could kill, you’d have already been 6ft under. at this point, this argument as already gotten the whole classes’ attention.

in the corner of your eyes, you see the blue-hair representative already stiffly march towards the two of you. yaororozu, quickly stands up in her seat too most definitely looking to break up your fun time.

with those two quickly coming on your ass, you won’t be able to mess around with him until later on in the day. how sad that they had to ruin your fun and so early too! unwillingly, you pout at the idea of letting bakugou go. you can’t give up, no, that’s not like you at all. you can’t have this feral hero-wannabe think he’s won.

before you were smirking up at a frenzied bakugou who was practically ready to murder you six different times. now, you lean back into your seat placing your feet up on the desk, your skirt casually rests on your legs.

you shift all your weight on the two back legs of your chair, rocking slightly forward and back. to anyone, even to bakugou, you looked like the human embodiment of unbothered. your hands rest at the back of your head, lightly fingering through your own tresses.

your colored hues meet his own glossed over red ones. you want to see him react when you deliver the final blow. forcing out a yawn, one of your hands cover your mouth to emphasis your movements, “we’ve all heard that one before and yet i’m still here. nobody likes liars, katsuki.”

what comes nexts happens so fast. considering your close proximity, you should have known better than to provoke the blonde, but you can’t go back to fix it now. all at once, bakugou’s pulls back his arm, open palm and all, shouting excitedly about something you couldn’t really catch not with the explosion that comes echoing seconds after the words leave his lips. the blonde’s open palm cames crashing down on your desk and once he made contact, a loud boom echoes in the room.

light flashed in your eyes causing you to go blind for a few seconds. gasps were heard and screams of protests too. you just hoped that the classmates around you were okay. you’re quick to to move out of the way of his blasts, thankful that you’ve been training hard because if you hadn’t have developed your reflexes more you would have definitely been a goner.

when the dust finally settles, and you feel your heart beat steady. the air clears and you let out a sigh of relief when you see your all your classmates are safe and sound. your desk is gone, instead it’s a pile of dust spread out on the floor of your classroom.

above that pile is bakugou katsuki. he’s standing before you eyes crazed and shoulders straightened out. his stance is strong and when you see him kick back his feet into his classic fighting stance, you realize what he’s proposing.

there’s a part of you that wants to say yes to his silent offering. in fact, you have to stop yourself from fully charging at the boy. your shoulders tense, hands clenched into hard fist. what the hell was this boy thinking just throwing out random explosions like that? he could have killed someone!

“what got nothing to say now, shitty girl?” it takes everything in you to not respond. you bite back your tongue as you scan the crowd of your classmates. kaminari is shaking in the corner of the room while iida, yaoyorozu, and even kirishima are screaming at you and bakugou to stop. at least that’s what you think they’re saying. the ringing in your ears hasn’t really stopped yet...

you look for a set of green eyes and but you never find them. shaking your head, you dust yourself off of any remaining soot before finding your seat again.

“i didn’t think you would attack me like that, katsuki,” dragging your chair from across the room, the sound of metal squeaking across the ground accompanies your words. you line it back up to where it once was and take a seat.

“you almost had me, really,” crossing your legs over the other, you lean forward resting elbow on your knee, “better luck next time though.”

okay so maybe this time him trying to attack you again was your fault. the key word in that last statement being: trying. right as he let out a ferocious growl and another lovely string of insults come fluttering out of his pretty little mouth, white scarves wrapped around his torso and arms successfully restraining the wild beast.

there at the entrance of the door was your sleep deprived teacher with his eyes glowing and physics denying hair. you would never admit it aloud but your glad he came just in the nick of time because in all honesty, if you ever were to go up against bakugou in a fight you know you’d loose.

he’s a lot stronger, faster, and strategic than you are. not to day that you’re the weakest of the weak but bakugou is the #1 in your class for a reason. there’s no doubt in you head you’d loose, but you’d still give it your all if it ever came down to it... thank whatever god out there that it didn’t!

you can hear the muffled screams of your friend as aizawa pulls him back with his scarf. you can’t help but to let out a small laugh as he struggles against the restraints. bakugou even goes as far as biting on them like some kind of animal. sometimes, you really enjoyed the shenanigans the blonde brings to the table even if they aren’t meant to be funny.

“oh thank god you’re here, mr. aizawa!” you hear yaoyorozu plead.

mina’s the next one to speak up, “yeah, these two were like totally going crazy! it was beyond scary!” her cheery jab lifts a weight off your shoulders. you’re glad to know that at least one of your classmates doesn’t hold bakuogu’s outburst against you.

“bakugou, (y/n). i hope you know this little scene the two of you caused will have harsh consequences,” iida’s practically shouting over all the other commotion of your classmates. you quirk a brow up at your friend, realizing that perhaps you did push it a little too far this time.

now standing next to aizwa, bakugou doesn’t have the restraints on him. instead, aiwaza looms over the blonde’s figure ready to strike at him.

“i agree with iida. what the two of you did displayed ignorance,” his black eyes stare you down from across the room. you shutter at his intense gaze. “and indiscipline.” he ends his sentence by pointedly glaring at a grumbling bakugou by his side.

“detention for both of you will be required at the end of class starting today and ending next week monday. hope this’ll gives you two time to think how dangerous that stunt was,” you want to protest but you don’t feel you’re in the right to do so. so you nod, taking the heat from aizawa and just sit there. however, your partner in crime doesn’t handle the news as great as you do.

bakugou let’s out a scoff, “detention? you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

enraged eyes clash with yours form across the room, it looks like he wants to say more but one harsh glare from your teacher has him shutting up.

“glad we’re in agreement then,” bakugou let’s out a harsh whatever before strutting to his seat in front of you. “now everyone else take your seats, class is beginning.”

there’s a silence between the two of you that you can’t exactly pin point why it bothers you so much. once class was over, aizawa demanded the class to leave things the way they were so you and bakugou can tidy after everyone.

it was a cruel punishment; cleaning, but you figured that at least bakugou was there which meant more hands to help. you didn’t know what you were expecting when the classroom finally emptied and it was just the two of you alone.

perhaps you thought that he’d go after you again. it was the perfect opportunity to do so. your teacher was gone, your classmates were gone, and the two of you would be alone for an hour or so. when you came back with the brooms and mops, you slide the large door open and braced yourself for impact— but nothing came.

you froze at the door, clutching onto the cleaning supplies with your dear life waiting for bakugou to do something, anything... but when nothing came, you peeked open one eye only to be meet with the blonde a few feet away from you.

he scowls at your figure, nothing new, before coming towards you and grabbing the broom out of your grip, “hurry up, shitty girl. i have places to be after school and if we don’t get this done fast, i’ll—”

it surprises you when he doesn’t finish. it’s unlike bakugou to just let words die on his tongue unless something’s really caught him off guard. you can’t help but to be curious. following his figure, you creep behind him as he starts to sweep the floor.

lifting your self up on a desk, your legs dangle in the air. bakugou’s figure isn’t too far from yours. in fact if you reach out your hand, you could probably play with his hair. you stare at his figure, wide eyed and interested. what has gotten the bakugou katsuki so off guard and quiet?

“you’ll what?”

he doesn’t bother looking at you. he continues to sweep at the dust refusing to give you the satisfaction of his attention. that’s probably what you want anyways. since day one, you’ve always been this force to be reckoned with. since you and him were kids, bakugou has seen you as the one constant in his life that, believe it or not, he didn’t absolutely despise (not as much as that green haired bastard at least).

you were his equal since day one, and when you finally developed your strong quirk the two of you ruled over all the playgrounds and schools. sure, you’d both butt head every now and then but you were and still are kids. that’s what kids do!

it’s takes literal seconds for him to forgive you whenever you get too out of hand and the exact same thing could be said about you. that’s why there was no surprise attack. not only would that be a cheap shot, which is something bakugou never does, but also because it’s in the past now. if he did some stupid shit like that to you, you’d have instantly forgiven him. he knows because of past experiences...

“i’ll kill you.”

it comes out as a whisper. a mere mumble of words that said from anyone else, would worry you but it’s from bakugou, one of your closest friends (even if you won’t ever admit that).

an unfamiliar feelings burdens your chest. it’s heavy as you feel it weigh down on your breathing, hitching your breath every once in a while. letting out a shaky sigh, your lips are pulled into a smile.

a real one this time, not one with malicious intent. not a smirk, that’s meant to make the blonde before you feel lesser. no, this is a real and rare smile with your teeth showing off and everything.

“predictable, much?” giggling, you grab at the dust pan laying on a lone desk. squatting down, you line the pan with bakugou’s pile of dirt he’s been working on since you got here. his gaze switches from the pile to you. his eyes linger for a little too long to be considered normal, before letting out a harsh sigh and sweeping it in.

“maybe only to you, freak.” he lets out on of those chuckles that he tries to play off as anything but a laugh but you know him better than that. and when you roll your eyes, you can’t help but admire the young boy before you.

you’re impressed to say the least. how he managed to control his rage just for you makes you a little giddy inside. an unfamiliar tickle in your stomach makes you suddenly queazy. as you stare, with a gleaming grin softly lined on your lips you figured bakugou thought it was a good time to return the favor.

he smiles down at you. head raised high and the ends of his lips barley turn up. if you hadn’t been studying him, you’d have missed his small but bright grin. as he stares down at you, one things comes to mind; maybe this loser isn’t all that bad after all.

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remsmoonlight · 3 years

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— title : help me

— word count : 2.1 k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : you’re not the only one who can feel yourself falling apart, but other things come to light in the mean time

— warnings : brief mentions of death, minor swearing, lack of self care

Had it not been for the fact that you know the world has ended, you could almost find yourself beginning to allow for a sense of tranquility to alleviate the constant threat of anxiety that creeps up on you almost daily. Normality was not a guarantee anymore, it was a rare prize that the group finds itself sometimes able to create even a jagged fragment of.. something you find yourself gripping onto with an unyielding strength, as if you could force it into reality.

The appealing picture is punctured as you spot some movement out of your peripheral vision, your gun is raised in the direction, an inaudible laugh is released as you try to find humour in your paranoia. Even protected by steel fences and concrete walls, you can’t find yourself believing that this prison is now your home, your sanctuary that protects you from the horrors from the outside that constantly threaten to overwhelm the grimy paradise your family had built.

Nothing out of the ordinary has occurred the entire time since you had been awoken to take watch, just a few stray walkers and animals, nothing that would warrant a bullet in them to draw every other living thing for miles to the prison. You find the cool mist that blankets the green fields welcome, something to keep you grounded before your mind wanders off to all that has been brutally torn from your soul, piece by agonising piece. The fog acts as miniscule needles, poking and prodding against your reddened cheeks.

A rustle pulls your attention to the small room of the tower, Daryl had been one to volunteer to take watch with you that night. Something about him conjured the most perplexing yet fond feelings of affection rooted within the centre of you, sometimes you think that there may be something yet sometimes you are sure he was sending signals that there is nothing. Ghost of minor grazes against your skin that had been seared into place, yet were so easily covered as if they had never existed.

Daryl Dixon is one confusing man.

“ no one taking over yet? “

You shake your head at Daryl, a few strands of hair are horridly disloyal to their place and tumble in front of your vision, that is hurriedly rectified as it throws you off balance. Sometimes you had no idea how to behave in front of him, it’s something you wish to confront as you know you cannot continue this way.. especially as tomorrow is never and has never been a guarantee, clearing the air is the only answer.

“ um, not yet. it’s still early though. “ you reply, a latent tremblant that almost completely breaks into your tone, the anxiety you had when you dedicate thoughts to your family going out tries to haunt you like a spirit would. You have already lost so much from the simple things.

“ they better move their asses soon. “

Of course, you have been relieved from watch duty and before you have even thought about breakfast you’re already hauling your heavy limbs to your cell.

Your eyes scan the room to find what you need, a backpack that is shrouded by the intense gloom and darkness that dominates the cramped room filled to the brim with an infinite amount of blemishes from top to bottom. You know that many happy memories do not occupy the room, let alone the building.. but it’s something you intend on changing. You move swiftly to pack it with all the supplies, your mind conjuring scenarios from nothing and every single one more horrifying than the other.. the drive to protect your heart from any more loss is the central force moving you to fill its empty space.

“ the hell you doin’ there? “

The abruptness of the voice sends your pulse skipping, not expecting anyone to bother you so soon.

“ I can’t sit here while they go out there. “ you don’t turn to look at Daryl, you already know the expression that is dyed so densely as he watches your crouched form. “ i tried, but i have to go.. i have to make sure they’re okay. “

“ you don’t trust ‘em? “ asks Daryl, he’d noticed your strange behaviour, he’d not said anything to anyone but the concern he feels is beginning to take on a life of its own. Knowing he would have to share with Rick if you become worse, it’s not something that he wants to do but if it brings some peace to your troubled mind he would.

“ no -- it’s not that! I just.. “

Daryl emits a scoff, he doesn’t mean to be so cold with his demeanour, but divulging anger and rage when he cares is all he knows. His upbringing created a perfect fusion of uncertainty, fear and suffering. One that blends into such a perfect mixture that any time he has to confront an intense situation, all that is expressed is a fire that burns anyone in its path. It’s taken time to be able express himself in healthier ways, but sometimes he finds himself fleeing to the same old habits.

“ what? ‘cause you’re gonna keep on going out there and it’s gonna get ‘ya killed! “

“ you don’t get it. “

Daryl barges his way through the empty doorway, before you even realise it the backpack that had been held firmly in your hand now lingers at your side, an emptiness that your grasp finds itself itching to rip back to its former place. You have your mind set in stone that you need to protect them, you can’t lose another person, the last time you had missed one.. it didn’t turn out so well, and you lost a friend. It was a pain that had your heart feeling as if it was being compressed under an unbearable weight, it’s a childish whim that refuses to back down. The urge to protect clouds everything you see, knowing that if you are there, then you have done everything in your power to ensure that life keeps on going, even if it limps pathetically along.

“ y’think I’m some sorta dumbass? that it? “

“ no! I just -- “ you can feel your entire being beginning to heat up from the pent up fear and frustration that have been building block upon block that is so close to tumbling down in a chaotic fashion. Your fingers move up to clench strands of your hair in exasperation, the phantom pain from your grip enough to prevent yourself from spilling over.

“ y’just what? huh? “ Daryl moves closer towards you, you can see that he wants to say more, to do more.. his eyes speak volumes, they say much more than his mouth does.

The aches that Daryl can feel within him never fade, they never dull, not when he can see what has been occupying your mind is causing a dramatic shift in you. He doesn’t know how to approach the subject, tender conversations have never been his forte.. and the fact that it’s.. well, you. He can’t pinpoint when he began to notice you more and more, but the thought of harm befalling you is something that sends ice through his veins. He doesn’t want to be in a world where he would never see you every day.

“ if I was there.. then maybe, I don’t know. I could have done something. “

Silence is thick, as thick as the dust that still continues to haunt the floors of the cells, no matter how much they are cleaned and wiped away. You can’t wipe away the horrors as easily as dirt.

You turn to face him, you slowly lift yourself as an unwavering tenseness lines every inch of your limbs. It sounded silly now that you have admitted it to another human being, but it is still real and it’s still how you feel.

“ what? y’think you can take on a horde of walkers? it was a suicide mission and they knew it. “

“ how can you be so careless? “ you ask him, a horrified expression staining your expression.

“ I’m seein’ you go down the same road, I ain’t gonna be part of that. you keep goin’ like this, it’s gonna kill ‘ya. “

The words run circles in your mind, a marathon that feels as if it will have no end. It explains his behaviour towards you, the warmth you receive one moment and the sudden shift to a numbing chill that felt as if you were no more than strangers. You hate that to be able to get information from him, you have to be arguing, it’s not something that can be allowed to continue.

“ tell me why. “ a demand comes from you, your voice sounding the most steady and enduring since the argument began. You sigh, feeling defeated. You hate the bubbling concoction of negative emotions that are brewing more and more from the exchange.

“ ain’t hard to figure out. “ Daryl has directed his attention to the floor, unable to meet your sight. He doesn’t want to see what is written on your face, his mind bolting to the worst possible explanation as it always does.

Moving towards what could only be described as a pitiful form of a bed, you drop yourself roughly onto the raggedy mattress and pat the space next to you. Your eyes follow him as he contemplates his next movement, if he decides to move toward you to forgo it all and pretend as if what you had just spoken about had not existed.

Luckily for you, he situates himself on the far side, his hands only slightly fidgeting as he waits for you to speak. It has to be you.

“ Daryl, why don’t you want me to go? “

“ I can’t see ‘ya get killed, just can’t. “

Before you even can truly comprehend what it is you’re doing, you inch a pinky finger towards the hand that lays resting dormantly at his side and allow it to curl into one of his own. The tenderness of the moment is not missed by either of you, both of you not knowing how to proceed. Daryl wasn’t used to being shown such softness in this context, he wants to hate it.. To squeeze the life from the feelings that it evokes, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to.

“ Daryl.. is there something there, or am I imagining it? “

“ y’aint goin’ crazy. “ he acknowledges, providing the spark that alights a bright burning hope within you.

“ is this why you don’t want me on the run? “ you inquire as a grimace comes flooding onto your face, your knees jumping as you struggle to contain your energy.

“ shit -- you look like you’re about to drop everytime I see ‘ya. “

As you battle yourself to contain the upturning of your lips, you shuffle closer to him. You felt the exhaustion every day threatening your entire being, you truly had no idea how you have not yet succumbed to it. Days at the prison are never easy, there’s always something to do and that work is nothing less than formidable and punishing on the human body.

He cares about me, you think to yourself timidly.

You take care in slowly leaning your chin on his shoulder and bringing a hand to rest on his back. Waiting for a signal to do otherwise, a rejection.. but it doesn’t come. It’s allowed, something you joyfully see as progress. You allow yourself to take in the comfort from the simple gesture, sorely missing having even the simple solaces that bring a much needed warming glow in the pit of your stomach. It hurts that he doesn’t even know how important he is to everyone, but more so to you.

“ Daryl, this isn’t something I can just kick. It’s not that easy. “

“ not somethin’ I’m asking. you need t’take care of y’self. “

Before your mind even registers it, you can feel a small weight on your free hand that lays dormantly on your hand. His thumb is drawn back and forth on yours, the patterns bringing a sense of soothing to you that had not blessed you in what felt like an eternity.

“ well.. maybe you can help me? “

There’s a hesitancy that the two of you can recognise, you wish with your whole soul that you could be stronger in asking. You’ve tried and tried to rid the negativity from within you, but every time you think you have, it comes back stronger than ever. More and more resistant than it was previously, its claws drawing more blood from you as it secures its hold in a much more impressive manner.

“ ain’t even gotta ask. “

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead imagine

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uniquecreations · 4 years

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Workplace Lover Pt. 3

This story is the final part from Workplace Lover part 1 & part 2.

It had been a few months since I last hung out with Ron outside of work, things between Alton and I had basically died after our last conversation. We were cordial while we were at work and only spoke outside of work when it was work related. Ron was in the process of getting a new job and that was a bit bittersweet because other than us not hanging out as much now then I wouldn’t have anyone to help me get thru those tough days at work. He would always tell me that nothing would change between us, but I knew it would change because with his new job, I knew that he wouldn’t have as much of free time to hang out.

We were working at a local store on Ron’s last day and I wanted to hurry up and end early because I had set up a lil going away office party for him. Things were going great until Alton decided that he wanted to be petty and fuck up everything he was counting. It was becoming very annoying because I knew he was doing this shit on purpose. After another 20 mins of recounting I finally told him to leave because he was no use to me at that moment. I should have known that would cause a problem between us later, but I would deal with that when it came. Eventually, we got thru the rest of the counts and made our way back to the office for the party. Of course, my workday wasn’t over just yet because I had to close out the store we counted, that caused a problem with Ron. He cussed me out more times than a little bit until I gave in and decided to finish the work when I got home that night.

The party was not all that great at first, everyone was being a bit uptight because we were still on company property. All that went out the window when Doris came in with a few gallons of Daiquiri's, things began to loosen up and then it became a real party. Music was blasting, food was served, and everyone dancing and having a good time while we had the opportunity. While I was talking with some of our coworkers, I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around it was Alton standing there looking at me like he wanted to fight.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He said to me just above a whisper.

“Ok but if you about to start some shit then you can save your breath because I’m not about to deal with this bullshit right now.” I said looking him directly in his eyes. We walked down the shopping center where our office was in, once we were away from the crowd, we stopped, and the silence was starting to annoy me. “So, what you wanna talk about Alton?”

“About this thing between us and how I felt played you sent me home today for no reason at all.”

“Are you serious right now dude, you know exactly why I sent you home, it was because you were purposely fucking shit up because you knew what we were doing today for Ron. Now as far as this thing between us goes……… it should have been clear to you by now but in case it isn’t then let me be clear. The most we can ever be is coworkers, nothing more, nothing less, you have a lot of issues that I’m not willing to deal with from a nigga I’m dating or in a relationship with. Your jealousy is a tad bit scary and I have been down that road before and I can’t afford to do it again.”

“So, you are saying that because I was a little overprotective of you, it was mistaken for jealousy?”

“It’s a major difference between protecting and jealousy, what you were showing me, and your actions was not protecting me at all, it was all jealousy. That’s just the beginning tho because you also have very controlling ways as well and in case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not a puppy or some other form of animal that you say sit or stay and I obey your command Alton.”

“Man, you are tripping for real now with all these lies and shit you spitting out yo mouth, you know good and damn well I’m none of those things.” He said squinting his eyes at me.

“If you say so but you and I can be nothing past coworkers, I would say we can be friends, but we saw where that lead us and now are we done here because I have a party to get to?”

“I guess dude, but I still feel you dead wrong for telling lies about me.”

“Alton, nothing I said was a lie you know it and I do as well.” I said trying to walk away but he stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Alton…... don’t put your hands on me.” I said jerking my arm away from him.

“My bad Jaye but you always walking off from me when I’m trying to get to the bottom of things between us.”

“The thing about that is this……. Yes, what we had was fun but it’s over now because you can’t get a grip on your jealousy and wannabe controlling ways. All that came after I told you about some of the things I went thru. That was the thing that made me conclude that we are not meant to be together and that’s the part you not seeing.”

“How about we start over and go back to the beginning?” He asked touching my arm.

“How about not……... I’m not trying to go there with anyone right now, I have to much going on so thanks but no thanks.” I said and turned around, walked off, and resumed the party that was going on.

About 4 months had passed since the going away party and since I last heard from Alton, I still talked to Ron almost every other day and made plans that we almost never kept. The weekend before my birthday I wanted to go out and do something I didn’t do since I was a little boy and that was fish. I asked Ron to come but he told me he had to work so I just invited a few of my cousins instead. I made it to the spot where we were supposed to be meeting up at, I was a bit surprised that I was the only one that made it early because I was usually the one that was late. I sat in the car for about 10 mins before I saw another car pulling up, when it got near me, I saw that it was my cousin.

“About damn time you showed up; I was starting to think nobody was going to come.” I said to her once we got out our cars.

“Shut up I had a long night……. Don’t ask.”

“I guess but let’s get started so I can collect on that bet.” I said laughing.

“I don’t know why you would want to bet me knowing I’m going to crush yo ass on catching these fish.”

“I hear ya but make sure you have my funds bitch.” I said laughing as we got our stuff set up for the day.

Half the morning went by and we were what and what with the amount of fish we caught. I was reeling in the last fish I caught when I heard another car coming from behind us. I didn’t bother looking back because I knew it was probably the other cousin that was supposed to be here hours ago. I went to put my fish in the cooler and looked back to see the car that pulled in wasn’t my cousin, it was Ron. He walked up to where we were and looked at us like we were crazy.

“I thought you had to work with yo lying ass.” I said throwing a piece of ice at him out the cooler.

“I know you aint just throw that nasty ass ice on me……… and I did have to work but I left early so I could come out to this raggedy ass place.” He said sitting in my chair.

“Well shouldn’t I feel lucky that you actually made time for your friend.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You should bastard, I didn’t have to waste my gas and since we are talking about that, wasn’t it you the one cancelled on me the last few times?”

“You fucking liar.” I said and he burst out laughing.

“I swear if I didn’t know any better……. I would swear yall were an old married couple as much as yall be into it.” My cousin said reeling in another fish.

“Because he is an asshole.” I said throwing my reel back out into the water, once my reel was secure in the water, I attempted to sit down but instead I hit the ground hard. “You are such a bitch bruh.” I said looking at them both laughing.

“That’s what yo ass get for talking shit.” We stayed out for a few more hours before my cousin conceded defeat, paid me the bet and left to go home. I was packing up my things with Ron when he pulled me into a headlock. “What else you want to do today punk?” He asked while I was still in the headlock.

“I might be going to jail if yo dumbass don’t let me go.” I said pinching him in the side. “But I don’t have anything planned but going give these fish to one of my uncles and then go home.”

“Boring ass, let’s go out and get fucked up bruh.” He said.

“Ok but I’m not driving and also you know you have to get permission from your boo first.” I said laughing.

“You do know I’m a grown ass man, right? Plus, we not on good terms right now anyway.” He said shaking his head.

“Being sprung have nothing to do with being grown it just mean you forgot how to be a man, and when are yall on good terms?” I said while getting in my car.

“Nah that’s your territory messing with them lame ass niggas but I’ma be over at 8 so be ready.” He said mushing my head.

“Put yo hands on me again and I’ma tase yo ass bitch.”

We both left from where we were, I went to go get rid of the fish we caught but got held up talking to my uncle as per usual. When I looked at the time it was approaching 5 o’clock and I still haven’t made it home yet. I finally reached my house after about 5:30, I still needed to take a shower and pick out some clothes for tonight. After taking a shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my closet to find something to wear. I picked out my clothes and went laid across the bed, I didn’t plan on going to sleep but my body had a different agenda than I did. I was woken up by someone banging on my door like they had lost they damn mind. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was because it was only one person, I know who would do stupid shit like that.

“I swear you act like you aint got the sense God gave a mule.” I said swinging the door open and looking at Ron.

“And I’m sick of yo ass always late for every damn thing and why the hell you don’t have on clothes Jaye?” He said looking at me and shaking his head.

“Because I dozed off after I showered, but it won’t take long for me to get dressed.” I said walking back to my room.

“You say that shit all the time and it still take you over an hour……. Hurry up.” He said throwing a pillow off the couch at me.

“Shut the fuck up, and I told you about coming over here fucking up my house.” I went into the room and begin looking at the outfit I chose to wear. I decided to change it up a little but nothing to major, I grabbed my phone and started playing music to get me in the mood for the night. I put on my playlist and began getting dressed, no sooner than I slid on my underwear, I heard Ron in the living room talking loud ass hell. I paid him no mind because his girlfriend always found a way to make him feel guilty about having fun or doing things without her. I looked down and realized that I was ashy as hell, I grabbed my lotion and began putting it on.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you got a girl booty?” Ron said from behind me.

“If you don’t get the fuck outta my room talking bout nonsense.” I said trying to cover myself up.

“You need to hurry up because I most definitely need a drink now.”

“Go look in the cabinet…… I think I have something in there you can drink……... I know how you get stressed when she grabs you by the balls.” I said laughing.

“You always running yo gums about shit you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said irritated, I looked back at him and could see the frustration on his face.

“Aww I’m sorry sweetheart you want a hug.” I said holding my arms open, he laughed and shook his head.

“You not about to touch me while you half naked, now get dressed and let’s go.” He said about to walk out my room.

“Don’t hate cause I look better than yo bitch, now get out.” I said pushing him out my room, the next thing I knew, I felt a sharp sting on my right ass cheek where this nigga had slapped it. “You are a fucking bitch, I swear I’ma shoot you in the mouth.” I said rubbing my aching ass.

“I got something for a mouth but it aint no bullet.” He said before walking out my room.

After me getting dressed and taking the shots he fixed us, we got in the car and headed out. We were laughing and talking the entire ride to the bar, I was beginning to feel those drinks he made us that we drank before we left out. His phone kept going off interrupting almost every song that was playing thru his stereo, after about the tenth time, I was starting to get frustrated.

“Either you check it or put the fucker on airplane mode because this shit is annoying the hell out of me.” I said looking at him.

“That aint nobody but Jakayla, I told you we into right now, but I may have downplayed it a little.” He said.

“You wanna talk about it or not?”

“I will tell you later right now I wanna have fun and ignore that dumb shit.” He said as we pulled into the bar parking lot.

“I swear you do that shit all the time, like we haven’t been friends for a damn good while now.”

“Boy if you don’t chill yo overly sensitive ass out with all that……… I’ma talk to you about it but I’ma tell you when I’m ready.” He said laughing. I looked at him, popped him upside the head and got out the car before he could hit me back. Once we made it in the club, the first thing I wanted to do was go to the bar. Ron came to the side of me and nodded towards a group of people. Upon further inspection, it was most of my team from work.

I couldn’t tell you how many drinks I had or where they were coming from but, I was having the most fun I had in years. I looked across the dance floor and saw Ron dancing with some girl, I looked in another direction and saw his girlfriend walking thru the door. I knew this was about to turn out bad, so I broke away from the group and tried to get to Ron before she saw him. When I reached him, I leaned in and whispered in his ear that his girl just walked in.

“I know.” He said winking at me and going back to dancing with the chick. I smirked and went back across the club to the group. I didn’t know what he was planning nor did I care at that point. I went back to dancing with my friends when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the ass. I looked back and it was Jakayla- Ron’s girlfriend.

“Hey baby…… Happy Birthday!!!!!!!” She said hugging me.

“Hey, thank you, I didn’t know you were coming.” I said smiling at her.

“It’s your freaking birthday dude, I wouldn’t have missed this no matter what.” She said looking around the club. Then she started laughing, I followed her eyes as they landed on Ron dancing with that girl. “If he wanted to make me show my ass then he should’ve picked someone who wasn’t his cousin…… dumbass.”

“Girl he a mess and a half but come on I will buy you a drink.” I said walking with her to the bar. We sat down, ordered our drinks, and was laughing and cracking jokes when Ron came up and plucked my ear.

“I told you I was going to get you back……. What up Kay?” He said smirking at her, she looked at him and shook her head.

“I swear you are the dumbest nigga I know, you trying to make me act up by you dancing with some thot……. Maybe you should have pick someone other than your cousin I hang with every other day.”

“Jakayla nobody was trying to make you do nothing and if I wanted to, I could pull any chick in here I wanted so shut that shit up. Overly dramatic ass.” He said laughing and walking off towards the bathroom.

“I swear yall are a mess.” I said laughing and drinking out my glass, she was about to respond when her phone lit up. She looked at it and scoffed.

“I swear I can’t catch a fucking break man; this girl didn’t show up for her shift tonight so guess who have to go in.”

“I know all about that trust me……. when you have to go in?”

“In a few……... where is your lil boo at?” She said looking around the club.

“I don’t have a lil boo bitch you tried it.” I said laughing with her. Ron came back from the bathroom and joined us; Jakayla left after about another 20 minutes to go to work.

“You look drunk as fuck.” Ron said drinking my last drink.

“Didn’t you say we should get fucked up? And bitch you are buying me another drink with yo big head ass.” I said standing up.

“Fuck you, come on let’s hit up waffle house……. I’m hungry as hell and I know you aint got no food at yo house.” He said standing up as well.

“You buying? It is my birthday after all.” We left out and was driving on the highway when I looked over at him, he looked like he was in deep thought. I didn’t bother asking him what was wrong because I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anyway. Once we made it to waffle house, it was packed so we got our food to go because I was not about to sit in there around all those people.

After we finished eating, I was a bit more sober than I was before, now I was kinda sleepy. I looked over at Ron and this nigga was knocked out. I went into my room to get some clothes out for a shower when my phone buzzed. It was Alton wishing me a happy birthday, I replied, ‘thank you’ and went took a shower, I went into the second bedroom and pulled a pillow and cover of the bed. I went into the living room to see Ron still asleep on my couch. I tossed the cover and pillow to the side of him, I took off his shoes and helped put him in a comfortable position before going back into my room. I slowly started to fall asleep after spending nearly 20 minutes playing on my phone.

“Jaye?” I heard Ron yell from my room door scaring the piss out of me.

“Bitch I swear I’m going to fuck you up. You always doing something stupid.” I said throwing a pillow at him.

“Shut up…… I’m about to head to the house.”

“Ron it’s late and you’ve been drinking, just stay here and leave in the morning.” I said sitting up in the bed.

“I don’t have any clothes and I need a shower, I’m good now that I got a nap.”

“I have some clean shorts and tee shirts and I have underwear still in the pack now go take a shower and I will get them out for you. I don’t wanna hear yo damn mouth either.” I said getting out the bed to get the clothes. He didn’t say anything, he just rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower turn on. I hated being woken up because it would be hard as hell for me to go back to sleep. I got the clothes out for Ron, then I went into the kitchen to fix another drink. After I made it back into my room, I sat down on the bed and turned on a movie I knew I wouldn’t finish.

“Where the clothes at pussy?” Ron said walking into my room a few minutes after he finished showering with nothing on but a towel. I have seen him shirtless many times but him being practically naked in my bedroom put me in a daze. “Nigga did you hear me?” He said knocking me out my daze.

“Oh, umm right there on the dresser.” I said pointing to where I put the clothes. He looked at me and smirked before walking over to get the clothes.

“You aint fix me a drink?” I looked over to him just as he dropped the towel from his waist.

“Umm, I can fix you one.” I said trying to pretend I wasn’t looking at him. I got up out the bed and was walking to the door when he did something that I wasn’t expecting. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him. I didn’t know what he was up to nor did I care, the only thing I could focus on was his dick starting to harden on my ass.

No words were spoken for the next 20 minutes as we made out. The way he was making me feel in this moment was something I could and probably would never forget. His dick was huge, and I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I managed to do so with scathing him with my teeth. His moans were music to my ears and forced me to give him my best. I was surprised when he bent me over the bed and buried his tongue deep in my ass. He was eating my ass so good that I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to eat me for about 15 minutes before stopping and making me slide up in the bed. I reached over in my nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube I had stashed there from my last jackoff session.

He took his time and he was patient while trying to get his dick in me. Once we found our rhythm, I could see why Jakayla was so crazy over this nigga. He had me moaning so loud and I’m sure I probably spoke gibberish a few times as well. As I laid on my back, this nigga was fucking me like he had a point to prove. The more I scratched his back, the harder he went, after about another 20 minutes of him fucking my brains a loose, he pulled out of me and shot his nut all over my chest and neck area while moaning and jolting forward with each shot of nut. Once he started to calm down, he leaned down and kissed me while I caught one of the best nuts I ever experienced.

We cleaned up and cuddle for the rest of the night while talking about what happened. He told me he doesn’t know what made him want to try that with me, but he enjoyed himself more than he thought he would. Although he and I had sex several times after that, we decided to cut that part of our friendship out. We are still best of friends and we still hang out as much as we can considering our schedules conflict a lot. I will never forget those times we shared but I’m also internally grateful for Ron being in my life.

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shimmershaewrites · 4 years

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A Matching Set (Caryl Post Season 10 One Shot + Grimes babies + Lydia and some Aaron).

Just a little tooth-rotting fluff I found on my hard drive half finished. Kinda, sorta Christmas fic but not. Read it. You’ll see. Sorry not sorry.

“Play lots of Tetris as a kid?”

The mountain man beard does precious little to hide Aaron’s brief grin as he waits for Daryl to add more to that blurted, out of the blue question.

Daryl doesn’t blame him. They ain’t talked a lick since they set off beyond Alexandria’s gates with a wobbly ass wheelbarrow and an ax in dire need of sharpening. Once or twice, Aaron’s hummed a few notes of a couple vaguely familiar Christmas tunes, but other than that? Radio silence. Surprise or not, however, he figures the question’s pretty on point. Especially considering their current means of passing the dwindling daylight hours. “So. Did ya?” he asks again, blue eyes averted and squinting as they search out any signs of potential danger, human or otherwise. Nothing’s there. Hasn’t been since they took the head of the last Whisperer snake, but old habits? They die hard. And if they’ve kept his heart beating this long, he’s not looking to abandon them. ‘Sides. If there were anything out there, he has no doubts Dog would be the first to alert them. Provided, of course, he wakes his lazy ass up in time.

Rising and carefully slotting the last piece of tinder into place atop their firewood pyramid, Aaron lets his own eyes flit over the gray horizon. “See anything?” Soon as Daryl shakes his head, he allows his shoulders to relax. Then he laughs to himself quietly. “As a matter of fact, I did play. You?”

Breath whining past his chapped lips, Daryl doesn’t respond. He’s too focused on heaving the wheelbarrow out of the mud that’s caked around its wheels, his boots, even the abandoned ax. Loaded down as it is, shit’s definitely heavier than it looks, and he gives up, at least momentarily. “That the last of it?”

Aaron nods, bending to reclaim the ax. “That’s the last of it.” Daryl’s muttered thank fuck has his eyes crinkling in a way they haven’t in ages, at least not in the presence of anybody but Gracie. “Need a little help?”

It takes the both of them working together to get the wheelbarrow out of the rut and bumping along the path home. They’ve been walking a while, Dog trotting on ahead, before Daryl picks the dangling thread of conversation back up. “Played,” he admits. “Hell else was detention good for?”

“Homework,” Aaron quips.

“Pfft. Bet your ass was the permanent hall monitor.”

“You’re looking at a Hall of Famer.”

Daryl simply smirks.

“Ah, the Daryl Dixon approximation of a belly laugh. I’m breathing rarified air.” When his teasing is merely taken in stride, his steps start to slow and he regards Daryl with something akin to wonder. Dog even turns back to stare.

Feeling his friend’s eyes boring a hole in him, Daryl mutters, “Hell you staring at? Wanna trade places?”

Aaron takes but a second to consider the offer. “I think I’ll pass.”

“No shit. Figured you’d say…”

“Carol prefers you.”

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The sky’s bleached of any color by the time Daryl’s finally headed home. The streets of Alexandria empty.

No wonder because there’s a storm blowing in. First one in what promises to be a long winter season. At least according to their self-appointed weather man Eugene.

Personally? Daryl thinks it’s all some grade A bullshit. Pouring over half a dozen dusty old Farmers’ Almanacs like they hold the answers. Plotting random patterns and pieces of data on time-yellowed paper in chicken scratch that would have put Merle’s own to shame. He doesn’t need or believe any of it because he can feel it in his aging bones like some kind of wizened old wizard. Course, it doesn’t take much these days to make old hurts echo. And the cold he’s feeling now? It chills his blood. Makes him ache and wish to high hell he’d worn the ridiculous hat Carol had tried to shove down over his ears this afternoon before he and Aaron had left out. Embarrassing piece of yarn might have come in handy filtering out the hollow, haunted whistle of the wind, but damn if he was going to sacrifice his dignity like that. Wearing a whole-ass pom-pom on top of his head. A rainbow one at that. Nah. Weren’t all that long a walk from Aaron’s. “Almost there,” he reminds himself. “Almost.”

Dog’s got a little extra giddy-up in his step as he trots ahead.

The mutt looks back and whines as if to tell Daryl hurry and Daryl can’t help but huff something resembling a laugh as he reshuffles the load of firewood stacked clear to his chin to get a better grip. His breath fogs in front of him like thick, odorless cigarette smoke and shit. His fingers might be halfway numb, but they twitch reflexively for the vice he hasn’t allowed himself to indulge in months. Shaking his head, he includes Dog when he grumbles. “Getting soft.”

Dog hangs back and stares him down as if to say speak for yourself.

“Ain’t the only one,” Daryl generously allows when a particularly biting gust of wind swirls around them both. It lifts his hair from his forehead and makes his eyes sting. Has him hunching his shoulders clear to his ears as if that’d do him any good, and he finds himself hurrying just as much as the little fucker that finally abandons him, home within his sights. “Ain’t the only one.”

He sheds his muddy boots just inside the kitchen door and tries to make a grab for Dog before he runs off, he really does, but the damn animal’s too squirrely. Too excited to see his kids. To see his girl. Daryl can relate.

“Ten minutes later and we were going to send out a search party.”

The soft lilt of her voice brings a smile to his mouth before he’s even seen her. “Promised I’d be back.” All the leftover tension from the trek back through the woods melts away beneath her gentle touch and he leans his head back against her chest with a sigh.

“I know that,” she murmurs fondly. “Judith knows that. RJ too.”

“Lydia?”

“She worries. It’s sweet.”

What’s even sweeter is the feel of her hands in his hair, her nails tickling his scalp, and the smile he feels curve against his cheek before her lips leave a kiss there. “C’mere.”

She’s straddling his lap, arms hooked around his shoulders, and nose nestled against his own before he can ask her twice.

Daryl cups her head and coaxes her closer, her hair slipping like silk between his fingers. He kisses her until they both sigh.

“Miss me, Mr. Crossbow?”

Her smile fills his heart and works a lump into his throat. “Always. Know that.”

She traces the bridge of his nose, the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, and pouts. “Your ears are cold.”

“Should have worn the fucking hat.”

“I’m not one to say I told you so, but…”

“Pfft.”

“You really should have worn the fucking hat. I mean, look at me. Really look at me. This isn’t the time or place for vanity,” she teases.

“That’s the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen.” She giggles like a girl. Like Judith. Like Lydia when she doesn’t think anybody’s watching. And he’ll tell her a thousand times the sweater is ugly just to hear that sound again, even though she’s still the prettiest thing he ever did see. “The ugliest damn sweater.”

“The ugliest. I left yours upstairs at the foot of the bed.”

“Carol.”

“They’re a matching set.”

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The logs are crackling in the fireplace when he comes back downstairs and joins them.

RJ and Judith have their heads together nearby, talking in whispers and giggles. Both of them seemingly transfixed by the orange sparks that float and flicker like fireflies against a midnight sky.

Lydia’s got a book and Dog in her lap and a blanket tucked around her toes. A soft, hesitant smile plays upon her lips when she spies him, and she’s quick to bury her nose back in her book before it can visibly stretch from ear to ear.

“Stahp,” he gives a preemptive grumble when Carol glances up from mending his raggedy ass pants and her sassy mouth starts to twitch. “Woman,” he warns with an accusatory finger when the first laugh sputters free. “If I didn’t know better…”

“Is Aunt Carol in trouble?” RJ asks his big sister.

Judith’s smile is soft and knowing even at her tender age. “Not really.”

“They gonna kiss again?”

Lydia does the answering this time. “Probably.”

“Did the Brave Man kiss Mama all the time too?”

“He did,” Judith answers wistfully.

“Why?”

“It’s what two people that love each other do.”

The dancing twinkle in Carol’s blue eyes softens into something else altogether, something that although it makes Daryl’s cheeks flush pink in the glimmering firelight, he brings her hand to his mouth and presses the imprint of his smile to her palm. “Hear that?”

“Ain’t telling me nothing I don’t know, Sweetheart. Now ‘bout this ugly ass sweater…”

“Nobody else could pull it off as well as you do, Pookie. Nobody.”

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #stuff that I write #Aaron #Grimes babies #Lydia #mentions of Michonne #Rick Grimes #fluff #some adult language

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uglyrpmemes · 4 years

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sonic riders real-time fandub starters !! change tense/pronouns if you need to! + reblog from the source !

“ i’m really scared, and i don’t know why, so we’re going to have to get to the bottom of this i think. “

“ i’m very tall, i’m at least seven-foot-one, and i will step on each one of you like eggs. “

“ you know what’s more beautiful? my skateboard. “

“ sir -- that’s very stolen. “

“ um... i’m dead. “

“ by the way, i’m bisexual, i forgot to announce. “

“ i missed my therapy appointment today and i’m a little upset about it. “

“ i just wanted to close my eyes and see where i ended up. “

“ i love seeing people suffer when they wrong me, even if it’s minor! “

“ i’m going to run like a cartoon now. “

“ my father was in that painting! “

“ i almost drowned like scrooge mcduck! “

“ you know, i have to say something really cool here. “

“ hey everybody, i found pompeii! “

“ i’m such a cool guy -- ”

“ kiss me! “

“ don’t leave me, don’t leave me! “

“ just kidding, i don’t care. “

“ i did not want to be responsible for hedgehog slaughter. “

“ top 30 reasons [sonic] is sorry - number 5 will surprise you. “

“ top 30 anime deaths - number one, your fucking ass right now!

“ it’s the adam sandler signal... “

“ can i bury the body? “

“ tell me [sonic], now when did you last let your heart decide? “

“ slap! “

“ can you get the fuck out of my city please? “

“ oh, i hate the police! “

“ ugh - i just remembered a traumatizing experience in my past. “

“ haha! i can’t understand you through your thick accent, but i still like you because you’re my friend. “

“ imagining yourself as a jet plane will not help you this time. “

“ i will do your dental work. “

“ eat shit. “

“ never go outside your comfort zone, that’s what i always say. “

“ i have reached my full potential. “

“ are you ready for your ass kicking appointment, right now? “

“ i’m not a bitch! “

“ you still look like a raggedy-ass bitch! “

“ look, i have a lot of secrets, okay? “

“ how many concussions does it take to get to the center of your fuckin’ head? “

“ i’m going to eat this. “

“ i want to develop a friendship with you! “

“ SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH YOU PIECE OF SHIT! “

“ [sonic], look, there’s a hunk of junk here! and i’m not talking about you! “

“ huh, is college actually valuable? “

“ okay boomer, shut the fuck up! “

“ i’m gonna cause problems on purpose! “

“ i’m using my mind, dude! “

“ looks like college was no match for classic street learning, am i right, buddy? “

“ i appreciate you immensely, buddy. “

“ yes, of course i think you’re mean! “

“ everything i say is helpful, right? “

“ five years is a long time, [amy], people change. “

“ i’m going to sell these on the internet. “

“ i will follow you anywhere, just tell me where to go. “

“ i’m sorry for being a stupid, smelly little bitch! “

“ i don’t use the words “fucking stupid” loosely... “

“ now you can be a good boy, just like me! “

#rp memes #rp meme #rp starter #rp starters #starter sentences #sentence starters.

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bunnieresources · 4 years

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real-time fandub games’ sonic riders sentence starters.

“ just because you hold it, doesn’t make it yours! “

“ i’m really scared, and i don’t know why, so we’re gonna have to get to the bottom of this i think. “

“ i have no thoughts on tomorrowland. “

“ you can’t not have thoughts on tomorrowland! “

“ how the fuck did you get up here? we’re like eight miles off the ground. “

“ i love stealing shit! great day! “

“ stop making ‘vroom’ sounds--we have to go! “

“ that was an illegal left, by the way. “

“ uhm, i’m dead! “

“ don’t worry about it. it’s just that i missed my therapy appointment today and i’m a little upset about it. “

“ i was in history, but only once. “

“ i just wanted to close my eyes and see where i’d ended up. “

“ sorry, i had to scream. it’s just a thing, don’t worry about it. “

“ i feel like i’m another plane of existence right now. “

“ i love seeing people suffer when they wrong me, even if it’s minor! “

“ i’ve just been so on edge since we had to kick ____ out of the polycule because she/he/they could only name two of the beatles. “

“ it’s my enemy stand! “

“ hey ____, your copy of ‘grown ups 2′ is overdue. you should return it. “

“ we’ve had ‘grown ups 2′ for almost four months and i still haven’t seen it yet! “

“ i’m gonna go fuck with the competition! “

“ i’m ____, and i’m your new best-friend! ...if you’ll have me. “

“ i don’t care what your therapist told you, ____. “

“ if we hack into the redbox, we might be able to extend the deadline. “

“ well, i’m out. done with this shit. “

“ honestly, i’m not fucking with any more redbox’s. the last time i did it spit a bunch of quarters at me. “

“ let’s just ride on our skateboards, i feel like it’s a good way to de-stress. “

“ there’s nothing that can stop me now, especially not some sort of unforeseen disaster event! “

“ looks like you’re stuck with the wii-u, you punk bitch! “

“ i’m turning up the graphics settings, once and for all! “

“ i’m gonna show you all the coolest skateboard tricks and then you’ll respect me! “

“ i can’t make these kinds of impacts at my age! “

“ top 30 reasons why ____ is sorry... number 5 will surprise you. “

“ top 30 anime deaths--number 1: your fucking ass right now! “

“ it’s the adam sandler signal! “

“ well. i can’t think of anything. “

“ imagining yourself as a jet plane won’t help you this time, ____. “

“ never go outside your comfort zone, that’s what i always say. “

“ that’s right, ____! i just add people on facebook if i think i recognize them from a party. “

“ i don’t believe it for a second, you still look like a raggedy ass bitch. “

“ let me show you my youtuber impressions! “

“ that’s a shitty, fucking robot. “

“ so long, you dusty bitch! “

“ shut the fuck your mouth, you piece of shit! i didn’t go to four years of masters school to get called a dusty bitch! “

“ no, not your corpus callosum! “

“ ok, boomer, shut the fuck up! “

“ i’m gonna cause discourse! i’m gonna cause problems on purpose! “

“ wait we need an attractive person, step aside. “

“ i appreciate you immensely, that’s why i need you to come over and feel this crazy rock, holy shit. “

“ everything i say is helpful, right? “

“ ____, you need to do some serious self adjustment, my friend. “

“ you’ve always been a bitch. always. “

“ ____, this is all because you were being a jackass! “

“ we’re in the world of thematic resolution, ____! “

“ i’m sorry for being a stupid, smelly little bitch! “

“ i can’t understand a word you’re saying, but that’s okay. “

“ you’re gonna have to beg a little bit harder than that, motherfucker! “

“ i will give you the satisfaction of snuffing out another life. “

“ oh my god, hatsune miku is dead! “

“ i don’t use the words ‘fucking stupid’ loosely. ”

“ honestly, i feel pretty good about everything that happened at the hell dimension. “

“ wait, you met hatsune miku without me? “

#i can post a dumb one. as a treat #rp memes #inbox memes #ask memes #rp prompts #inbox prompts #ask prompts #sentence starter meme #sentence starters

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penninstitute · 4 years

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Case #0191112

Statement of Detective Jonathan Wagonback, regarding a doll he came into possession of. Original statement given November 12th, 2019.

Dolls are weird things, aren’t they? My mom used to own a bunch of them and eventually handed them off to my sister, Nicole, when she was just ten. I’ve never been a fan of dolls. Not saying I have a big fear of them, I just don’t like the way they look. They’re always watching you, even when you’re not in the room. Their presence was almost always there. I ignored the dolls, of course, and focused on important childhood things, like bugs and sticks and mysterious disappearances. Okay, maybe I was the only kid to focus on mysterious disappearances of a cat or dog gone missing, who cares. I had to spice up my childhood, somehow.

Anyway, long story short, I hate dolls. And I steered clear of dolls until I came across one when I moved to Marticoo, Pennsylvania. It was a small town. Not a lot of people lived there and the people were… nice, I guess? They didn’t speak to me or my girlfriend, Lizzie, they just stared at us. I tried to strike up a conversation with a nice old lady who lived across the street from us, but she just looked at me. Her face was saggy too and eyes empty. Not, like, literally empty. They were almost void of life, I suppose. I figured maybe it was my lack of sleep catching up to me and I didn’t linger on it much longer.

You see, I was beginning a new job at the Marticoo Police Department as lead detective and I had a lead on a new case centered inside of Marticoo. Several people had gone missing and I put it upon myself to figure out why. Police Chief Warren Harper told me to ignore it (unbelievable, right?) but I continued on. I continued on because I wanted to help those that were missing. It eventually led me down a twisting path of other unsolved cases that were nestled inside of Marticoo, left to dust in an unopened archive in the library. Like, why would they hide the mysterious murder of one Amelia and Richard Tate, from the public? Or, the killings of not one, but two families in Marticoo? I had brought it up to Warren, but he simply told me those were stories someone made up for the press because the general public would “go into a frenzy if they ever found out about the murder cases”, were his exact words. Frenzy my, excuse my language, ass. Before I came here, I believed there were more than a hundred unsolved cases and not one single person at the police department was doing anything about them.

It frustrated me, but I continued. The missing persons’ case, named the Luckfolk Case, was getting me nowhere and I began to feel very helpless, very quickly. Lizzie tried to encourage me but her words meant nothing to me. That’s probably very selfish of me to say, but it’s the truth. The town was sucking out every bit of hope I had because no one cared about what I was doing. I wanted to be called a hero or the greatest detective or something, just to prove I was somewhat mediocre.

Anyway, I’m getting off track. Dolls, right? I stumbled upon a Raggedy Ann doll in one of the storefronts when I was walking in town. It was small and lay neatly on a shelf with its little doll hands in its lap. I stared at it for a while and as I was looking at it, I felt as though it was staring right back. Of course, I told myself it was just a childhood fear coming back to bite me in the butt.

I was knocked from my fixation by a gentle tap on the shoulder. I spun around and there was a lady with dark brown eyes standing there. How long she had been standing there I didn’t know, and when I tried to ask who she was, she simply smiled wide. Her teeth were very white, that much I remembered. And when she finally spoke, after what felt like ages of just me standing there awkwardly, her voice came out in a whisper. Like, the whisper of fingernails against your skin. It chilled me to my bones, honestly, as I half expected her to be just like everyone in the town. Emotionless zombies.

Anyway, she started talking about the doll in detail. How it was made, how the hair had come from a real person, though I’d like to believe she was just saying that to scare me, and how the town really, in my terms, loved their dolls. Supposedly, there was a doll festival in June, and I don’t really remember the details of it all since my memory has been slipping as of late. I don’t really remember anything at all. It’s all a fog in my head and I’m trying my best to get through it. But, the fog continues to roll on and on and on and on and on and on and on and then I am left alone in a place. What place I can’t tell you. Maybe it is Marticoo. Maybe it is my college dorm. It changes every single day.

Sometimes I’m not in my own body. Sometimes I’m outside of my body as I watch it tear and claw and stab its way through a mass of bodies. It becomes a wild animal, crackling and snarling as the blood pools around my own feet, but I don’t move. I stay there as the blood continues to rise and rise and rise and rise and rise. I am covered in blood and laughing. She’s whispering in my ear, too. She’s so very proud of me. I must continue to please her.

I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and there will be blood under my fingernails. There will always be blood on my hands. The red, metallic scent fills my nostrils once again and I am freed from my body. I am here to stay. I am here to kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Stab. Cut. Slash. Cut. Kill. Stab. Repeating the process until she is satisfied. I wish I could wake up from this endless nightmare. I want to wake up, please help me wake up.

FOLLOW-UP NOTES

- Well, for a variety of reasons, this statement is difficult to follow up on. A lack of fine details in regards to the people makes it impossible to find anyone to interview.

- Detective Wagonback was not available to make a follow-up statement. Along with that, the Marticoo Police Department refused to speak with Institute staff. Cordelia, unfortunately, warned us against having Kelly break in to take police records, so I’m afraid we won’t be able to do much with this case for the foreseeable future.

- More statements involving senseless violence and dolls. I don’t think those two topics are inherently connected, but I don’t like how often these things seem to come up.

#submitted statement #0191112 #tma #the magnus archives #submission

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gwilymz · 5 years

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gwil asking you to ride his thighs mmm😪

we going….the professor!gwil route because…. why the fuck NOT ..??,,?...also i wrote a whole ass BOOK for this... strap in

Professor Lee was a sort of enigma at university; he had just been hired as a new professor of British literature, and although he proved his competency with lecturing and complex analysis of difficult pieces of writing–nobody was quite sure why he was hired. They were convinced this had to be some sort of social experiment; never in your university’s long history had their ever been a professor as utterly perfect as Mr. Lee. The counselors and admissions staff had to know this; you couldn’t look at the man without leaving flustered or uneasy about your own attractiveness. But also, professor Lee would never do anything to make anybody feel lesser; he was exceptionally sweet and passionate about his job title. While many professors with seniority were more than happy to lecture in raggedy golf shirts and loose-fitting trousers, he arrived to work every day with a crisp button-up and nicely fitted dress pants, his hair flawlessly groomed and beautifully symmetrical like the smile on his face.

Girls shuffled in the first row to ogle at his tall figure, the way his jaw tensed when he was a bit frustrated about the villainy of a Shakespearean character–as if he hadn’t read the play hundreds of times before. They bit their lips almost in unison when he pushed his round glasses up his strong nose; legs crossed as he pushed the sleeves of his shirt up and leaned over his desk to emphasize a point. You understood why girls lusted after him; you had found yourself pressing your thighs together at your seat whenever he would make eye contact with you, even if for a few bittersweet seconds. But you found yourself staying after class to ask questions–no underlying intentions flooded even the depths of your subconscious. You were frustrated, unable to understand the analytical points about Hamlet he had spent the last few lectures illustrating with animated gestures and eloquent wording. But he was too eloquent to ever glean an ounce of knowledge; his voice was impossibly soothing, smooth and silky and almost luxurious to listen to. You found yourself yawning into a closed fist as his lecture ended; his voice was so euphoric you found yourself dozing off quite a few times throughout the two hour class. You closed your laptop and walked to professor Lee’s desk, suddenly feeling small and insignificant in the presence of him. His eyebrows were furrowed, a red pen tucked between pillowy pink lips as he marked last week’s quizzes. The girl who sat next to you had done very poorly, probably hoping he would scribble a cliché “see me after class” at the top.

“Can I help you, miss Y/N?” He asked, capping his pen and averting his deep cobalt eyes to you. He took you in completely, looking at your exposed legs underneath a skirt, a soft cable knit sweater falling off the slope of your shoulders a bit as you pushed some hair behind your head. Even though he was sitting down, he was still quite imposing, and you found your legs trembling a bit.

“Well–” You squeaked, thumbing your copy of Hamlet that you had set on his desk, flipping it to the act you had been assigned the week before. “I guess I just don’t understand–the allegory here,” You pointed to a specific line, nibbling on your lip as you tapped your fingers on the desk.

“Probably because you were half-asleep during the entirety of the lecture today.” He said this nonchalantly, skimming over the line your finger was trembling over. But a smile trickled over his features, and you knew he was just teasing you.

“Oh–I’m sorry sir.” You mumbled, scratching your forearm nervously. “I’m just a bit sleepy today.”

“What’s keeping you up at night, sweetheart?” He asked, his pinky brushing against the back of your hand as he began to annotate your copy with his vibrant pen.

The affectionate name made you flush in the cheeks and you had to stifle a whimper as you felt his breath fanning over your shoulder.

“It’s all representative of the inevitability of death. The shared fate of every being on earth that, in a way,” He brushed some hair over your shoulder, his eyes flitting upwards from behind the lenses of his glasses. “--show that we’re the same; not much different from even the most--high-class people. That it doesn’t really matter.” His eyes were focused on your lips now; he loved how the soft mauve lipstick on your mouth had feathered out a bit, making your lips look unbelievably pink and kissable. Gwilym’s eyes trailed to your cleavage unintentionally, and he reverted his focus back on your face quickly after.

“That what doesn’t matter?” You almost whimpered, your lips parting as you looked at his own do the same.

“Differences. Between people.” His hand found your waist. It was large and warm, heavy even. “Differences between us.”

You tilted your head and felt gravitated towards him--which explained why your hands found his hair as his fell over your ass, squeezing slightly as you shared desperate, messy kisses. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip and he pushed it into your mouth, pulling your body into his as he sat down in his desk chair, pushing your legs apart so you straddled him.

“Sir--we shouldn’t.” You whined, feeling obligated to say that since it was such a taboo situation--but your grabbing of his hair said something entirely antithetical.

“You don’t want this, sweetheart?” He sucked an open-mouthed kiss upon your sternum, his cock hardening underneath you. “You make me so--” He gasped, grabbing your hip with one hand as his other pulled your hair back to expose your neck to him. “so fuckin’ hard. such a pretty girl in these cute little outfits.” His fingers rubbed at the hem of your skirt as he kissed up the column of your throat, pushing your lips onto his own.

“More--I need more, sir.” You moaned and whimpered, clawing at his scalp as his tongue massaged yours, his hands now kneading the soft skin of your ass.

“Oh, fuck--” He hissed as your pussy ground against his cock deliciously. “God you’re so fuckin’ cute. Thought you were such a little goody-two-shoes, and here you are rubbing your little clit on your professor’s cock.” He slapped your ass harshly and softly pried your mouth open with his tongue. “Keep it open.” He gazed into your eyes and rutted his hips against your core as he spit into your mouth, watching his saliva pool on your tongue.

You whimpered, your eyes becoming hooded as you swallowed everything he gave you.

“Good girl.” He praised, pushing your panties to the side to rub at your throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb.

You gasped and pulled on his hair, grinding into his touches.

“That feels good, doesn’t it baby?” So good.” He delved his middle finger inside you easily, groaning at the wet sounds your slick cunt was making around his digit. “So tight. Such a delicate little pussy; don’t think you’re ready to be fucked yet.” He marveled, pressing harder on your clit, watching intently as your eyes rolled back.

You whined, feeling defeated. “I--I need to cum, please.” You pleaded, pulling on his collar as you kissed his neck hungrily.

“Needy little thing.” He commented, pulling you closer to him by your waist. “How about you cum all over my thighs? Wanna ride my thighs until you’re a trembling, cute little mess?” Running a thumb over your cheekbone, he admired your doe-eyes, looking so desperate, accentuated by deeply flushed cheeks. “Precious girl.”

You nodded at his offer, unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt and running your hands down his chest, feeling the soft patch of hair extending down the slightly tanned, soft skin. It was so intimate, so wrong to feel down your professor’s body--but that was the thing that made you keen for more. “Please,” You scratched his scalp and he rolls his head to the side, completely overwhelmed by how much fucking lust he had for you--his student.

“Fuck yourself on my thigh, angel.” He held your hips down against his thick, muscular thigh, rocking you against him experimentally. He felt your wetness soak through the black fabric and he moaned, relishing in how you were trembling in his arms. “Yeah--rub that little clit right along my thigh--” He pulled you along his leg and you gasp loudly, so loudly that he clasps a hand over your mouth. “That’s the spot, isn’t it sweetie?” His tone was almost patronizing, but you love it.

“It feels so good--I’m gonna cum,” You announced, grasping onto his collar so tightly you were sure a simple ironing job wouldn’t smooth the creases you were folding into the expensive material. “Oh--fuck. I love it so much,”

“Good girl--cum for me. I’ve got you. Doing so well for me.” He cooed, squeezing your breasts through your sweater and peppering kisses along your collarbones. “So fuckin’ pretty.” He yanked your sweater over your head and pulled the cups of your bra down as you rocked your hips faster. His lips attached to your hardened nipples, pebbled from arousal and the whirring air conditioner near Gwilym’s desk.

You came as soon as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, his eyes staring up at you while you fucked yourself against his thigh--just like he asked. He praised you like a personal mantra of his, feeling his own premature release spurt over the front of his pants as you palmed him eagerly, his head rolling back as he let out a pornographic, drawn-out groan.

Gwilym shoved a hand through his hair and panted, assessing the wet spot on his trousers. “Fuck--”

“You should be able to get that out; I could give you some tips,” You offered, playing with some hair at the nape of his neck.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “God, you’re so fucking cute.” He smiled. “It’s not that,” He glanced at the analog clock on the wall. “My three o’clock lecture was supposed to begin eleven minutes ago.”

#gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee x reader #gwirst #blurb

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yeet-or-be-hawed · 5 years

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Hunters of Flesh and Money Part 4 Arthur Morgan x Reader

Fletcher has requested help from Arthur in dealing with a nuisance.

TW: violence

The heat is ON boys! This is becoming one of my favorite works and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have!

Part 3

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The sun was blinding and the streets of Saint Denis were bustling and busy. The sooner you could leave the city the better. If it were up to you, you would’ve skipped the noisy city all together but Cripps had a buyer and as he says, money is money. It was a needed trip, after an easy delivery you were able to make it over to the tailor to replace your torn raggedy garments that were destroyed in your run in with the wolves.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, this muggy heat didn’t agree with you- but neither did the pungent smells of civilization or the constant noise of chaos. The wagon was parked just across the street from the tailor, you rubbed your temples as you descended the stairs, your head was throbbing. Your eyes were on the ground and you didn’t even see the man until you crashed into his chest. “Oof! Sorry bout-“

“Fletcher?”

When you looked up, a familiar face was smiling down at you from under the brim of his hat. You returned his smile, “well, if it isn’t Mr. Morgan. What brings an outlaw like you into the big city?”

He scoffed, “I could ask you the same thing.”

You shrugged, “had to run a delivery for my business partner. Decided I’d stop and grab some new clothes while I was around.”

“How ya healin’ after that by the way? Ain’t seen ya since we did that job together.”

You gave him a thumbs up, “healed up just fine.” You gave him a look over and he looked better than you remembered. His clothes looked newer and he looked more cleaned up- his beard was trimmed and styled and his hair wasn’t so wild. His sleeves were rolled to accommodate to the southern heat and you couldn’t help but notice his strong forearms. You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull your mind from the gutter. “I told you my business here, how bout yours?”

He rubbed his neck, “oh, just runnin’ round for Dutch. I actually just stepped out for a drink and some air.” He paused. “New business partner, huh? What kinda business are you runnin’ outlaw?”

You smirked, “wouldn’t you like to know.” Your eyes flickered to the late afternoon sky and an idea came to mind. “Actually, would you like to know?”

“Well I just asked, didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be a smart ass. Come with me.”

He followed behind to your wagon and whistled for his horse. As the two of you climbed up you began to explain. “An old friend a mine who travels with me had the idea.” You flicked the reins and the wagon lurched forward. Arthur’s Arabian followed close behind. “Ya! He’s got a talent for makin’ things and I got a talent for killin’ things. I bring him animals and skins and he turns ‘em into... well anything really. When it’s time to sell to a buyer I take the supplies and deliver.”

Arthur raised his brow, “sounds like you’re the work horse of the operation.”

“It ain’t a big deal. I like huntin’ and not every delivery is easy. Between bandits and rival traders Cripps probably woulda been shot by now if I let him do the deliveries.”

Arthur tried to ignore the pang of annoyance. You had never mentioned traveling with another man, now you’re running a trade route with him? He shouldn’t care, you’re just another woman he’s met on his travels. A beautiful woman, who can fend for herself as well as he can. “Jesus!” He cursed as you ran over a rock and the wagon shuttered and jumped as if it was about to fall apart.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “sorry.”

His gaze remained on you as you turned your attention back to the road. A beautiful, rough living woman- who can’t drive a wagon to save her life. The ride to your camp wasn’t long- set up in Scarlet Meadows just between Rhodes and Saint Denis.

“It ain’t much,” You said as you climbed down the side of the wagon. “But its home. Can’t keep too much, we move camps every couple days.”

Arthur was impressed- what did you mean ain’t much? For two people the campsite was huge and flourishing! “Yall are really movin’ all this every couple days?”

“Ol’ Cripps is usually the one who does all the movin’. But I didn’t bring ya here to discuss living arrangements.” You took a seat beside the fire and beckoned for Arthur to join. As you talked you skinned the rabbits you had killed that morning. “I brought ya here to discuss business. Ol’ Cripps is out of tannin’ supplies and I need to go grab some more before nightfall. Usually it’s more than easy enough for just one man on the job. But I’ve acquired a bothersome business rival.” You paused to cut a piece of meat from the rabbit carcass and cook it over the fire. “He’s costin’ me some real money. I’ve had Cripps move us every day and he still finds us. Haven’t been able to get Cripps supplies ina coupla weeks now.”

Arthur raised his brow, “One man is givin’ you this much trouble?”

Your lip curled in disgust. “He’s got an...annoying specialty.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “What kinda speciality?”

“You’ll see.” You handed him a piece of cooked meat and picked up the skins. You gave him a quick nod to follow. “Cripps!” You shouted. The man looked up from his butcher’s table.

Arthur felt relief when he saw the older man look up from his table. The man looked at least Uncle’s age and when you slapped the rabbit skins down, the exchange of smart ass comments and passive aggressive insults eased his looming jealousy. Arthur wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, he watched the way your face contorted and twisted to show every emotion and the fierce fire behind your eyes. Stubborn, hot headed, and ready to beat the every living hell out of a man- he liked that. He straightened his back when you turned back to him.

“You comin’?” You asked as you passed him, walking in the direction of the hitching posts.

“Awright I’m comin’. We not takin’ your wagon?”

“Naw, well take the horses this time. In case that bastard comes after us again I ain’t losin’ a whole carts worth of supplies- that would send me into bankruptcy!” You fed Garbanzo a carrot before mounting him and Arthur mounted his steed as well.

“Let’s ride!” You shouted, and your horse shot out like a bullet.

Arthur rose beside you easily. Your horse cast a shadow over his, but his girl was built for speed, not power. “Where we headed?”

“We’ll pick up the supplies from the general store in Rhodes. I want to try and stay off the trails as much as possible, let’s turn off here.”

Arthur clicked his tongue and the two of you cut off into the trees. The pace slowed slightly as to not run into trees.

“Keep on the lookout for a rider with an all black Arabian, he usually keeps a bandana over his face.” You called to Arthur. “And keep your gun on hand at all times, he has a nasty habit a comin’ outta no where.”

Arthur nodded and pulled his new guns from their holsters- two brand new semi auto pistols.

You eyed them and nodded, “those new? I ain’t seen you packin’ anything like that.”

He nodded and smiled smugly. “Ain’t even used ‘em yet.”

You returned his sinister smile as you pulled your golden Mausers from your side and nodded. “Well maybe today will be yer day.”

Arthur kept a watchful eye as the pair rode through Scarlet Meadows. Carefully scanning every cliff, rock, nook, or cranny that could hide the potential bandit. As you passed the red barn and Rhodes came into view, Arthur relaxed. “Looks like your friend may not show his face today.”

You shook your head. “He’s not tryin’ to kill us, he’s tryin’ to get our supplies. He ain’t gonna try to touch us til after we leave.”

Arthur nodded. Your adrenaline began pumping as you entered the town- the streets were damn near barren but that’s nothing new for this dusty little town. It still made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. As you loaded the supplies on the horses, Arthur kept a watchful eye on the surroundings. You had to admit, it was nice to have company on the ride and the additional set of eyes was helpful as well.

As quickly as the two of you entered town, you were now booking it back in the direction of camp. Your hands were sweating around the grip of your pistols now. If you lost this round of supplies Cripps would be out completely and you had already lost two different suppliers for “being irresponsible with product.” You worried this little cash cow you had made for yourself was going to run dry. You kept your eyes forward and cleared your mind- you had to be ready.

Arthur’s eyes scanned the cliffs around him- his eyes narrowed as he spotted a lone rider. His eyes couldn’t distinguish much, but as the rider turned and began barreling down towards them, he was certain the horse was black as night. “Rider on the cliff, headed our way!”

“That’s him alright, let’s kill this bastard.”

Arthur pulled his rifle from his back and lined up the scope. His breathing evened and as he focused, time crawled in front of him- this was his specialty. But time around this man did not stop, he was still barreling fullspeed ahead and no matter how hard he tried Arthur couldn’t line up his shot. “What the hell?”

“It’s his specialty, I can’t get a shot on him either, the Slippery Bastard.” You said between gritted teeth. You had been hoping it was just you, but this guy, this slippery bastard couldn’t be aimed at and he was speeding closer and closer to you.

“What the hell are we supposed to do if we can’t get a shot on this guy?” Arthur yelled.

“I don’t know!” You cried.

The slippery bastard barreled down and blew passed, you unloaded your mausers and couldn’t get a single shot. “Shit!”

Arthur had an idea. “Fletcher, lead him up that hill there!”

You nodded, pushing your spurs into Garbanzo you pushed him up and the bastard followed. Bullets whizzed by and you cursed, he never resorted to guns until now. Just as you rode up the top of the hill a bullet hit Garbanzo and he buckled and whinnied in agony. “Banzo!” You cried.

Hot tears welled in your eyes, you grabbed your shotgun from your back and pushed back the tears. You would make this bastard pay for what he’s done. As he shot up the hill, you fired wildly, just one shot of slug would be enough to debilitate him at least if you could just land one single shot! He circled you once, aiming his rifle down at you. When he stopped, you pulled the trigger. The empty clicking of the shotgun made your blood turn cold, out of bullets. Everything seemed to slow as he raised his rifle to you, you didn’t have time to reload or draw your pistols, he was right in front of you and you couldn’t land a damn shot.

Arthur came out of no where, jumping from his speeding horse to tackle the man down from his own horse. The bastard’s shot was knocked high in the air and it shook you to the core.

Arthur hogtied the man easily, outmatching him in strength ten fold. “Awright,” Arthur said proudly as he lifted himself off the man. “Got yer man, what do we do with him?”

After no response, Arthur turned in your direction and his heart dropped. You were on the ground beside Garbanzo, no longer moving. He approached you slowly now, his voice soft. “Fletcher? You okay?”

You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks as you stood. “Yeah,” Your voice broke. “Just tellin’ him bye. He was such a good horse.” Your voice broke again on the last syllable and Arthur moved closer now. He wrapped his arms around you, at first hesitant to how you would react. When you slumped into his arms and wrapped yours around his waist he tightened his grip and buried his face in your hair. This moment was not a long one, but in that moment the world seemed to stop around the two of you and neither of you wanted to pull apart. You were the first to loosen your grip and sighed shakily. When Arthur released you he spoke, “what do you want to do about this guy?”

You remained quiet as you grabbed the reins of his black Arabian. You said no words as you led the horse to its master. Your eyes were cold as you stared him in the face and put a bullet in the head of his horse. The man screamed and cursed as his horse crumpled, his words were muffled by the gag Arthur had placed on him. He was silenced as you placed a bullet between his eyes. Arthur stared in disbelief as you sniffled and wiped your nose a final time before looting the dead body in front of you. You cleared your throat. “Give me a ride back to camp?”

Arthur nodded and didn’t say a word. It was easy to forget this beautiful woman who couldn’t drive a wagon to save her life had almost as high a bounty as him. How many people had she killed? As many as him? More?

You broke the silence. “You mad at me?”

“For what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Killin’ that man and his horse.”

He shrugged. “I done worse.”

You laughed breathlessly. “I’m sure you have.”

By the time the two of you arrived back at camp, the sun had fallen and the night sky was twinkling with stars. Cripps greeted you sarcastically. “The mighty heroes return. Hey, where’s that big horse a yers?”

“Dead.” You threw the bag of supplies at Cripp’s feet. “But we killed that bastard that’s been givin’ us trouble.”

Cripps felt heat rush to his cheeks in embarrassment “oh.”

You sighed, “I need a drink, how bout you Mr. Morgan?”

He scratched his chin, “I dunno, my camp is a good little ride from here-“

You tossed him a bottle of whiskey and he caught it. “I got a spare bedroll, you can stay here tonight.” You opened a bottle of whiskey and drank deeply while staring into the fire. “It would be nice to have a friend to drink with tonight.”

Arthur looked down at the bottle of whiskey and then to you. For the first time, you didn’t look like an outlaw, or a beautiful woman, or a hunter, or a threat. In that moment, you looked tired. You looked like a woman mourning the death of her closest friend- Arthur could relate. He opened the bottle of whiskey as he sat down beside you. “Ya know, I had a horse not too long ago- her name was Boadicea. Gorgeous, fast, most loyal horse I ever had. She got shot in the gun fight when we was fleein’ Blackwater. I think I broke a rib or two in the fall but that didn’t stop me from yankin’ the feller who shot her down from his horse and beatin’ him to death.” He sighed. “They ain’t just animals. They’re smart, Hell I think most of em are smarter than us.” He chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m real sorry bout your horse.”

You gave him a sad smile and leaned into his hand. “S’okay. I reckon I’ll have to ride to the stable tomorrow and pick out a new one.” You scoffed. “The idea of pickin’ out a new horse while grieving is almost insultin’ but it ain’t like I got a choice.” You paused. “I saw your wanted poster when I was down there not long back, what did you do?”

He groaned. “It weren’t even me who did it!” He sighed. “Don’t matter. I don’t think I’ll ever make it back west. Dutch is talkin’ crazy, bout leavin’ the country? I want to believe him but...”

“But that don’t sound like a good plan.”

He chuckled, though he didn’t find any humor in it. He lifted the bottle to his mouth and tipped it towards the sky. “I just want to go home. This land ain’t my home and never will be. The air here is too humid, too much-“

“Civilization?”

He met your eyes and felt like he was looking at a reflection of himself. “Yeah,” he breathed.

You smiled, “I miss it too. I go back when I can, but Cripps says the eastern territories are better for robbin’ and tradin’. I guess he’s right bout that, but it feels like them damn bounty hunters are movin’ in closer and closer.” You took a long gulp of whiskey and it made your stomach hot. “I miss bein’ free.”

“Amen to that.” Arthur raised his whiskey in a cheers and you clinked your bottle against his.

You belched after taking a deep drink of whiskey. “Why don’t we just go back?”

“S’cuse me?”

“Me n you. Cripps could find a new business partner, your gang can go to to whatever country they want. Me n you can sneak back across the West Elizabeth border. We can go anywhere ya like, Hell we could even cross the border to Mexico.” The alcohol had debilitated your thought filter and you felt your cheeks turn hot.

He exhaled a deep breath. “Fletcher that’s...”

“Forget I said anything.” You stammered. “I know it was a stupid idea.” You chuckled nervously, “guess the whiskey is hittin’ me faster than I thought.”

He sighed, “it don’t sound stupid at all, it actually sounds great.” He paused. “But we got people to take care of.” He looked at you with a smile. “It’s a nice dream though, Herbert.”

You choked and spewed out your whiskey, earning a hearty laugh from Arthur. You stared at him in disbelief. “Wha- how did you-?”

Arthur tried to contain his laughter as he pulled a parcel from his satchel and handed it to you. When you opened it, it revealed your wanted poster- and not one with your alias. You tossed it into the fire and crossed your arms.

Arthur wiped the tear from his eye and sighed, “Herbert Fitzgerald, huh?”

“Shut up.” You said in annoyance.

“What the hell kinda name is that for a woman?” He snickered.

“A family name goddamn it! And a name you ain’t ever gonna call me.” You snapped.

Arthur was not intimidated by your lash out in the slightest. “Why? I think it’s a lovely name.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I cain’t believe you found that. Where the hell was it?”

“Riggs Station I believe, buried under bout ten bounty posters.” He took a sip of whiskey. “That’s quite a price you got on yer head, girl.”

“Ya know, I bet my head alone could pay off yer bounty. Why don’t ya try’n turn me in?” You tipped your bottle to the sky and finished off the last drops. “Catch up, Mr. Morgan.”

He followed suit and tossed his now empty bottle. His eyes trailed you as you got up to grab two new bottles. “I don’t foresee it bein’ that easy.”

You gave him a mischievous smile as you leaned down to hand him a new bottle. “I didn’t say I’d let ya, I said you could try.”

Arthur’s eyes were hooked on the way your lips curved around the syllables, your face only inches from his. There was a moment of electricity in the air and suddenly his throat was dry and his mind was not working to form words.

His face was illuminated by the firelight and it made him look almost angelic. His lips looked so soft and supple, his stubble around his cheeks defining his square jawline. You caught his eyes flicker to your lips and the heat swelled behind your cheeks. Your heard was pounding in your chest and all you could think to do was hide. You cleared your throat and sat back down, a good distance between the two of you. With your head spinning from the alcohol you were finding it harder to keep control of your own emotions.

The silence between you felt horribly awkward and heavy to Arthur. Had you noticed his blatant staring? He was certain you couldn’t see how his chest clinched at your close proximity. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was thankful when you finally broke the silence.

“Don’t you dare tell Sadie you know my name. She’d kill us both.”

When he braved to look at you, you were smiling kindly to him. A glimmer in your eye he wasn’t quite sure he had ever seen. He just shook his head, “that woman scares the hell outta me. She’s a fighter that one is.”

You nodded. “She’s given me strength more times than I can count.” You looked up at the sky and sighed. “I oughtta be travelin’ with the herds, ya know. That’s how the best traders do it. But I caint bring myself to distance myself from Sadie.” You paused, quite drunk. “I think I quite enjoy your company as well Mr. Morgan.”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. He wasn’t a confident man, but he was quite certain that there was a hint of flirtatiousness behind your eyes. The liquor didn’t hinder his boldness either. He scooted closer and smirked, “well, I think I’m takin’ to your company too.”

Your head was swimming, he was close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from him. The voice in the back of your head wasn’t screaming to stop now, so you didn’t. You leaned your head against his shoulder, he responded by resting his head on yours.

He held his breath as he slowly inched his fingers closer to yours. When they touched, he felt your body jump slightly and he held his breath. When you didn’t shy away from his touch, his fingers entwined with yours. He let out his breath when you squeezed his hand. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. The whiskey was the force pushing him, forcing him to swallow his fears of rejection and reminding him how lonely he’s been over the years. Just the sensation of another hand around his had him feeling light headed. He looked down at you and you were looking up at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and inched his head down slowly.

You were caught in the moment, everything felt floaty and for the first time in god knows how long, you felt a genuine romantic connection with someone. He was moving closer now, and you moved too, you knew you wanted it. But as his eyes closed and his lips were within inches of yours, the voice was back, screaming st you to stop this foolishness. It was loud as a train whistle and you pulled back so fast you almost lost your balance. Guilt bled it’s way through you as you watched him open his eyes, only briefly did his eyes betray his emotions and they were crystal clear: confusion, hurt. He looked at you and you couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-we should uh...it’s gettin’ late.” You mumbled as you stood.

“Oh...okay.” He cleared his throat. “You’re right. You got that spare bedroll?”

“Oh! Ah, yes.” You dug around your tent and grabbed it. When you handed it to him, he grumbled a thanks but didn’t look you in the eye. “Goodnight, Arthur.” You said softly as you turned towards your tent.

“Night.” He called as he unrolled the bedroll beside the fire.

Neither of you slept well that night. You tossed and turned in shame and regret. Why did you pull away like that? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone? But you knew you had to push him away, like everyone else. He was too good for you and the thought of something bad happening to him made your chest seize in pain. You were doing both of you a favor, or at least that’s what you told yourself. But if that were true, why did you have such a strong urge to go to him, desperately longing to feel his lips against yours?

Arthur lied awake, his own demons tearing him apart from the inside. How could he be so stupid? He swore to a life of celibacy long ago, knowing he lived a life too dangerous for a family. He had hoped it would be different with you- a woman made from the same cloth as him- but he was wrong. What a fool he was, believing a woman of such high caliber would even be interested in a raggedy old wretch such as himself. He knew better than to act on his emotions, for the sting of rejection never gets better. His mind replayed the image of you jerking back over and over again, tormenting him and reminding him of just how big a fool he was.

When you awoke the next morning, your head was pounding. You stumbled from your tent and groaned as the morning sun drove its rays through your skull. “Christ,” you groaned.

Memories from the night before lazily trickled back to your mind, hazy with the fog of inebriation. You were stretching your back when the memory of Arthur’s attempted kiss came back and it shook you to the core, stiffening you where you stood. Your eyes scanned the camp, he was no where to be found. In his place was a neatly rolled bedroll and a small piece of paper.

Fletcher,

I appreciate your hospitality in allowing me to stay at your camp. Know the favor will always be in return if you need it. If anyone gives you trouble again, don’t hesitate to write and I can lend a hand- or atleast drive the wagon. I look forward to our next meeting.

Yours, Arthur

You wondered if he remembered the kiss, his note seemed to remain in the same casual yet friendly tone as all of his letters. You hoped he was too drunk to remember, the memory lost in the haze of drunken stupor. The look of pain in his eyes in your memory caused your stomach to twist. Before you could get a rein on your thoughts, you imagined how those plump lips would’ve felt on yours. Butterflies rose from your stomach and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t push the feeling of regret from your gut. You tried to tell yourself you did the right thing, but you never considered yourself a very good liar.

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