#YOU GOT THE WRONG GUY MILLIE!!! WRONG GUY!!! and the Fucking Guy just LAUGHS like he thinks your plight is FUNNY and you despise him.
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#trigun#trigun 98#vash the stampede#meryl stryfe#millie thompson#listen. listen. trigun 98 is SO GOOD because. because it goes like this:#imagine. You are Meryl Stryfe. You work for an insurance company. You are sent by your insurance company - along with your partner Millie -#to hunt down this guy who has a fucking enormous bounty just because he Fucks Shit Up in every town he visits. The insurance company wants#him under 24-hr surveillance in order to stop him from Fucking Shit Up. You have to find him and then follow him around forever. Also he is#provably Evil and Fucked Up and. you know. he Fucks Shit Up. But you gotta do it. So. You spend FOUR MONTHS looking for this guy. You#follow rumors. You CANNOT FIND HIM. But what you CAN find is this PATHETIC LOSER FUCKING GUY - WITHOUT FAIL - EVERY TOWN you follow the#rumors to. There he is. People keep mistaking him for the guy you're looking for. But he Cannot be the guy! He can't!! Hes pathetic. he's a#wet beast of a man. he's an absolute dumbass. he's a Literal Pacifist. THERE JS NO WAY THAT HE IS THE GUY.#For literally a month at least. you KEEP RUNNING INTO HIM. And every time youre like. 'oh GOD no NOT YOU AGAIN!' and what makes it worse is#Millie goes 'omg hiii mister Vash!! We were looking for you!' and you have to REMIND HER that THIS IS NOT THE GUY!!!#YOU GOT THE WRONG GUY MILLIE!!! WRONG GUY!!! and the Fucking Guy just LAUGHS like he thinks your plight is FUNNY and you despise him.#anyways thjs goes on for like. the first five episodes. and its the FUNNIEST SHIT#ALSO HE KNOWS MERYL AND MILLIE ARE LOOKING FOR HIM. HE DOESNT BRING IT UP. HE SAYS NOTHING. NOT EVEN TO LIE AND DENY THAT HE'S THE GUY#anyway rant over#my art#screencap redraw#id in alt
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take care - chapter 2
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Pairing: Joel Miller/Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Read it on AO3
Summary:
After waking up to an empty house and a missing horse, you make the journey to Jackson in to give Joel Miller a piece of your fucking mind.
Additional tags: explicit sexual content, p in v, apology sex disguised as hate sex
When Joel and Ellie finally make it back to Jackson, he expects to feel relief. That his life would get back on track, back to some semblance of normal.
What he didn’t expect was to be greeted by a fist to the face.
“You son of a bitch!” A familiar voice shouts at him. One that he didn’t think he’d hear again. “You stole my fucking horse!”
“Oh shit,” Ellie says with a laugh. When Joel lifts his head, he sees her run to you and wrap you in a hug.
Traitor.
You squeeze Ellie back. “It’s so good to see you.” Your eyes narrow at Joel. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Miller.”
“Have at it,” Ellie says.
“Ellie,” Joel hisses. He takes a tentative step forward. “Look, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“That ain’t worth shit, Joel.”
Tommy chooses that moment to finally make an appearance. “Is everything alright here?”
“Everything’s just swell ,” you say sarcastically. “But I hope you’re ready to be an only child.”
Tommy blinks, head swiveling towards Joel. “You’ve been here for less than ten minutes, how have you pissed someone off already?”
“It’s a gift of his,” Ellie says.
“Alright, alright. Let’s all calm down,” Maria says as she walks up, standing beside Tommy. “You take Joel, I’ll take the girls.”
“Come on, brother. You’ve got some explaining to do.”
Joel follows Tommy, glancing back at you and Ellie. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you raise an eyebrow challengingly at him.
If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under.
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“So you guys made it to Salt Lake but then…?” You ask Ellie, picking at the meal Maria set in front of you.
You’d been in Jackson for a week now. When you’d woken up to an empty bed, an emptier house, and one less horse in your pasture, you’d made the split second decision to chase that horse stealing piece of shit across state lines because damn it , he owes you a fucking explanation.
After boarding up all your windows and doors in the hopes that you’d get to come back to a house and not a clicker party or a scavenged skeleton, you loaded up Millie, your remaining mare, and set out for Jackson County, Wyoming. It’s the only other place that Joel and Ellie mentioned during their time with you, and it seemed like a good bet.
The trip was long, but quiet. It gave you ample time to stew in your anger and your hurt.
When you’d arrived at the town, you were pleasantly surprised by the community they’d built. After being alone for so long, it was nice to be surrounded by people. Tommy assigned you to farm work and animal care, tasks you were already familiar with from back home.
“Joel said the Fireflies gave up trying to find a cure. That it wasn’t worth the effort anymore,” she said, voice morose. Maria shares a look with you that you can’t interpret.
“Traveled all that way for nothin’, huh?” You joke, nudging her with your shoulder. She flashes you a brief smile. “Glad you’re okay, kid.”
Her smile reaches her eyes this time. “Sorry about your horse. It was Joel’s shitty idea.”
“Don’t make a habit out of stealing.” You tug on her ponytail in reply and she leans away from you, laughing. “Or one day you’ll steal from the wrong people.”
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“So…you had sex with this woman…and then stole her horse?” Tommy asks, eyebrows raised judgmentally at Joel. “I can’t believe I ever looked up to you.”
Joel scrubs a hand across his face. “It wasn’t my finest moment, okay?”
“Where’s the horse now? You guys came here on foot.”
“I lost him. Back in Salt Lake.”
Tommy barks out a laugh. “Oh, you definitely earned that punch.”
Joel rolls his eyes. Tommy stops their walk in front of a two story house that looks like it’s seen better days.
“This one’s for you,” Tommy tells him. “There’s a garage in the back. Figured that maybe Ellie might like her own space after…everything.”
Joel stares at the house. The siding is faded, and the roof could use some work. “Seems like a lot of space for just one person.”
“Maybe it won’t just be you forever,” Tommy replies before heading up the steps to the front door. “Come on.”
Joel considers his brother’s words as he follows him up the steps.
Maybe it won’t just be you forever.
Too bad the only woman he’d stop to consider forever with hates his guts.
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When Joel returns to the town square with Tommy, his eyes catch on you laughing boisterously at something Ellie said, the younger girl’s most shit eating grin lighting up her face.
“Since the house needs some work, you can stay in one of the lodge rooms. Your uh…lady friend…is also staying there until we fix a place up for her,” Tommy says. As if sensing someone is talking about you, you glance over at the two men, eyes narrowing at Joel. “Good luck with that.”
With a clap on the shoulder, his brother leaves him standing in the middle of the town in a staring contest with you. He refuses to flinch, refuses to look away in the hopes that something in his gaze conveys the apology he owes you.
The message must get delivered because your shoulders drop just slightly, some of the tension easing from your muscles and your gaze softening. But before he gets a chance to take advantage of your change in mood, you turn and walk away with a wave to Ellie.
“Where’s she off to?” He asks her as he approaches. She smirks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She says. Joel raises an eyebrow and waits her out. He knows damn well she can’t keep her mouth shut. “Alright, fine! She went to the stable for evening chores.”
He claps her on the shoulder in thanks before heading out after you.
“I’m not settin’ your nose if she breaks it!” Ellie yells out behind him.
Joel rolls his eyes but keeps walking.
He’s got an apology to make.
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You lay out the last meal of the night in Millie’s stable, patting her on the side affectionately as she munches happily on her hay.
“Crazy day today, Mills,” you tell her. “You’ll never guess who showed up.”
“You talkin’ about me?” A deep voice says, making you jump slightly.
“Talkin’ shit,” you reply.
“Listen—“
“No, you listen. I don’t owe you shit,” you snap, cutting him off as that anger bubbles up inside of you. “And really, at the end of the day, I guess you don’t owe me shit either. And that’s fine. But I had the decency to treat you like a goddamn human and you didn’t give me the same respect.”
“Why’d you come here?” Joel asks, voice quiet.
You pause. “What?”
“Why’d you come here?” Joel asks again, louder. He takes a step closer. “Why come all this way? To yell at me?”
“I—“
“Or is it because you were startin’ to feel somethin’?”
You take a step back as he continues to advance, your back thumping against the wall as he blocks you in.
“Because that’s what made me leave, sweetheart,” Joel continues.
You gape at him. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re telling me the reason you left was because I had a goddamn crush on you?” You shove against his chest with both hands, surprising him enough that he stumbles back a step, leaving enough space for you to slip out from between him and the wall. “Go fuck yourself, Joel Miller.”
You rush out of the stable, ignoring his calls of your name as you head back to town, back to the little room at the lodge they’ve been letting you call home.
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Joel lies awake that night in his room, the first ounce of privacy he’s had that didn’t involve lying on his death bed or being knocked out cold, thinking about you. About the anger in your eyes as he once again fucked up his words and couldn’t get his true feelings out.
Typical.
With a sigh, he sits up, accepting that sleep won’t come to him until he fixes this rift, this canyon, he’s created with you.
After pulling on his t-shirt, he leaves his room in search of yours. Ellie’s got the one next to him, so it stands to reason that the room at the end of the hall with a sliver of light spilling from the gap between the door and floor is where he’ll find you.
He knocks softly, three times, holding his breath as he strains to hear any movement from you. He thinks you’re going to ignore him, but the soft creak of the mattress and footsteps on the hardwood prove him wrong.
You open the door slightly, just a crack, but enough for Joel to get an eyeful of the exposed skin of your thigh. “What?”
“Let me in,” Joel demands.
You roll your eyes and attempt to shut the door in his face, but he presses a palm against the rough wood. He shoves it open just wide enough for him to slip inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot.
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Joel’s pressed alarmingly close to you after that maneuver, his chest rising and falling rapidly, brushing against yours with each inhale.
Those dark brown eyes search yours for one brief moment before his callused hands are framing your face and tugging your lips to his.
Stunned, your stupid lizard brain takes over and immediately kisses him back, your mouth opening to him without argument. Your hands fist his thin t-shirt, unsure of whether you want to pull him closer or shove him away.
As your logic returns to you, you bite Joel’s lip in retaliation. Hard enough to make him hiss a murmured curse against your lips, but not enough to deter him. Instead, he wraps his hands under your thighs and lifts you, turning to press your back against the door.
What sprinkle of logic that returned to you vanishes as he grinds against your center, the length of him warm even through the layers of sleep clothes between you. A whine leaves your lips against your will.
“That the spot, baby?” Joel whispers against your ear before nipping at the lobe. “Tell me, did this pussy miss my cock?”
Your cheeks burn at his words. Because any time you closed your eyes since your one night together, all you could picture was his body moving on top of yours, even as you told yourself you hated the man.
“I think it did,” Joel continues when you don’t reply. He shifts until you’re propped up on one strong arm, his free hand sliding between your bodies until his fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear.
“Don’t hurt yourself, old man,” you say, but your voice comes out more breathy than snarky. And he notices.
“You wanna play like that?” He growls. Without warning, two thick fingers plunge inside of you, curling mercilessly and making you cry out. “Be quiet. ”
“Or what?” You hiss. You lean forward, sinking your teeth roughly into his neck, causing him to groan.
He withdraws his hand, leaving you disappointingly empty. But when he doesn’t move, it takes you a moment to realize that hand has shoved down his sleep pants and is now holding your panties to the side as he thrusts inside you in one sharp motion.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, back arching from the door. “Joel !”
“That’s right, baby, say my fuckin’ name,” he says, jaw clenched as he pounds into you roughly.
“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you pant, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hold on for dear life against the onslaught of sensation.
He buries his head against your neck, pressing soft kisses there that juxtapose the brutal pace he’s set with his cock. It’s in that action that you realize what this is. Not a hate fuck, but an apology.
It only takes a few more well angled thrusts for you to unravel around him, your muscles tightening almost painfully before your release washes over you.
“That’s it, baby,” Joel murmurs as his own rhythm stutters. He pulls out suddenly, grinding his cock against the soft skin of your belly until he cums, hot and heavy.
He sets you down slowly, making sure you’re okay before bending to pull his pants back up around his waist. He lifts you again, this time with one hand around your back and the other under your knees, carrying you a few steps to the bed and settling you down gently.
“Hold on,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth.
“This seems familiar,” you mutter, refusing to meet his eyes. He tilts your head toward him with a finger beneath your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Not goin’ anywhere this time,” he promises when he pulls back, wiping the mess from your skin before tossing the cloth to the floor.
He crawls beneath the scratchy comforter with you, looping an arm around your waist and pressing against you.
“Didn’t leave because you had a crush on me. I left because I knew if I stayed, if I kept fooling myself into thinking that a life with you was in the cards for me…well, I’d’ve never left.”
You shift in his arms, turning to face him. “Would that have been so bad?”
“You don’t deserve to deal with the shit I come with.”
“Hate to break it to you, Joel, but you’re still here. With me. You just added more steps to the process.” You pause. “All while losing my horse.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“You ever gonna tell me what happened in Salt Lake?”
He grows serious, then. His eyes harden, jaw clenching. “I don’t…I don’t think you'll like the answer.”
“Did the Fireflies really give up on a cure, Joel?” You ask tentatively when he doesn’t offer anymore information. He shakes his head, eyes looking past you. “Did…did you kill them?”
His eyes meet yours then as he nods, and you inhale sharply.
“Okay,” you whisper. He looks at you in surprise.
“Okay?” He asks, voice incredulous.
“Yeah. Okay.”
He burrows close to you, shuffling forward until he can place his head to your chest. You run your fingers through his hair soothingly.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
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When Joel wakes, it’s on the edge of the mattress. You’re splayed out over the remaining third, mouth open in a snore. The sight makes Joel smile.
He nudges you on the shoulder and you blink up at him sleepily. “I’m gonna get us coffee,” he tells you. You nod before turning onto your belly and burying your head into the pillow.
“Two sugars,” you mumble.
Joel laughs as he leaves your room, heading for the lobby. He stops short when he sees Ellie sitting in one of the old stuffed chairs, feet propped on a small table. She smirks at him.
“Hey,” she says. “Thought I’d go with you to get coffee but imagine my complete and total surprise to find your room empty.”
He frowns at her. “Shut up.”
“Great comeback. Award winning. How will I ever recover from such a blow,” she replies sarcastically as he stomps to his room.
“ Ellie. ”
“Must’ve been one hell of an apology.”
“ELLIE!”
As the young girl’s laughter follows him to his room, he shuts the door and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s finally where he’s meant to be.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#hbo tlou#the last of us#joel miller#joel miller x you#no use of y/n#Joel doesn’t know how to express his emotions#mild angst#joel and ellie#ellie williams#tlou
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Why All This Music?
Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC
link to the masterlist is here <3
17. What Other Reason
“I almost kissed Rosie today,” Freddie said to the room at large. She was hanging upside down off of Millie’s bed in her old hut while Cecelia painted her toenails red.
Beside her, also hanging upside down off her bed, Millie squealed. She’d already been told, of course, but she liked to act surprised when Freddie told the others so they didn’t feel they were less special for hearing the news later.
“How did you feel?” Cecelia asked.
“He let me be in charge,” Freddie said, smiling at the memory. “So I felt very safe. He definitely made me feel comfortable.”
“Why didn’t you kiss him?” Paddy wondered.
Millie snorted.
“Jack walked in on us right at the last moment,” Freddie said, recalling the instance with a grimace. “So he got an eye full. God knows what it looked like we were doing but we hadn’t even kissed.”
“Poor guy,” Jem said, but the tone she used to say it disclosed that she didn’t actually feel any sort of sympathy for him.
“I can’t believe you haven’t kissed Rosie yet, Fred,” Amy said. She and Paddy were lying on their stomachs on her bed reading a magazine. “If he was mine I would’ve climbed him like a tree the day I met him.”
“Well lucky for you, Amy, you didn’t lose a long-term boyfriend a couple of years ago,” Jem retorted, just on the wrong side of friendly banter. “So ease up a bit, alright?”
“We’re taking things slow,” Freddie said. She turned her head to meet Jem’s eyes from where she was lying upside down on Millie’s bed on her other side and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’.
“You and Rosie have been seeing each other for months now, though, no?” Amy asked, unperturbed by Jem’s comment.
“I’d say we’ve only really been ‘seeing’ each other since we came back from Christmas. Before that we were just friends.”
“You two have never really been just friends,” Paddy pointed out.
“When I met Rosie I wasn’t even close to ready to be anything more than friends with a man,” Freddie argued. “He’s been gradually warming me up. We haven’t been going nearly so fast as everyone seems to think.”
“You’re all over each other in the officers’ club these days,” Cecelia pointed out.
Millie laughed loudly.
Freddie sighed. “We are not ‘all over each other’.”
“You dance like you want to fuck.”
Millie laughed even louder.
She knew, of course, about Freddie’s sex dreams.
“Can’t say I blame you, Fred,” Amy commented around an audible grin. “Rosie is one fine specimen of a man. If he was all over me you best believe I’d be all over him right back, like the nits on that one kid in school who always seemed to be itching their head.”
“Lovely, Ames,” Paddy said with a grimace.
Freddie scoffed at the general course of the conversation. “Rosie is a gentleman. He most certainly does not dance with me like -”
“He gives you bedroom eyes,” Amy cut across her.
Jem cackled. “I’d love to fight your corner, Fred, but he actually does.”
“I have never once seen him give me bedroom eyes,” Freddie stated matter-of-factly.
“That’s because he does it when you’re not looking,” Cecelia pointed out.
“How do you know when a man is giving bedroom eyes?” Emma wondered from her bed in the corner.
All of the girls in the room ‘aww’ed. Emma and her RAF officer from New Year’s Eve were going steady now, but he was the first boyfriend she’d ever had. She frequently asked for the girls’ advice and they always had this reaction. She was so clearly in love it was charming.
“When we go to the club I’ll show you,” Paddy told her. “You’ll catch a lot of the airmen looking at Red Cross Helen that way.”
“Lucky cow,” Amy muttered under her breath.
“I like Red Cross Helen,” Freddie said. “She gives me doughnuts when she’s got some spare.”
The conversation ran away from them as the night carried on. Cecelia, Paddy, and Amy were getting ready to head to the officers’ club, as was their wont - regardless of the circumstances, they could invariably be found spending their evening there. Emma was heading out to the pub in the village to meet up with her RAF boyfriend. But Freddie, Millie, and Jem were staying in. They’d had a tradition of having ‘sleepovers’ every few weeks even when they’d all slept in the beds right next to each other; they were even more important now that Freddie lived elsewhere.
They were all three of them already in their nightdresses, freshly showered and makeup removed, hair brushed out and drying before they put it in their curling rags for the night. They were all sitting upright on Millie’s bed by the time the rest of the girls finally left, saying their enthusiastic goodbyes and waiting for the door to close before Jem retreated to her bed to pull a bottle of whiskey out from the inside of her pillowcase, smirking as she returned with it.
“Why can’t you steal something else, Jem?” Freddie complained as she watched her unscrew the lid of the bottle. “Wine or something?”
“They have so much whiskey they won’t notice if it’s gone,” Jem explained, batting her hand away as she reached for the bottle anyway. “They’d notice in an instant if they were missing a bottle of wine, hard as it is to come by these days.”
Jem took a long swig and passed the bottle to Freddie, who in turn took a long swig and then passed it to Millie, and thus the train continued.
They sat drinking in silence for a while, waiting until the warm, fuzzy sensation appeared in their stomachs, and then resumed their talking. That faulty overhead light was starting to flicker again.
“Rosie’s coming up on twenty-five missions soon, isn’t he?” Millie asked idly around a sip of whiskey.
Freddie hummed, fiddling with the lace on the hem of her nightdress. “He is indeed.”
“How are you feeling about that, Fred?” Jem asked.
Freddie sighed. She accepted the bottle and considered the liquid before knocking back her largest gulp yet. “Not sure,” she said.
“He’ll be safe,” Millie said.
“But he’ll be gone,” Jem added.
“America is so far,” Freddie mumbled.
“Are you really going to let him get to twenty-five without kissing him first?” Millie wondered, snatching the bottle away from Jem when she went to take a second sip and gulping from it herself. “Your first kiss will be your last if you keep going the way you have been, Fred. You know I love you and I only want you to go at your own pace but it’s true.”
“I know,” Freddie mumbled.
“Do you want to kiss him?” Jem asked. Freddie was sure she knew the answer and was just asking to hear her say it.
“I want to kiss him so bad,” Freddie said.
“Kiss him tonight,” Jem replied.
Millie scoffed. “What?”
“I can go to the officers’ club and get him. Tell him to meet Fred somewhere private. His plane, maybe?”
“Romantic,” Millie said.
Jem smiled proudly to herself. “He’ll meet her in there, in her lacy little number of a nightdress, and she’ll sit in his lap and she’ll kiss him. No words need to be exchanged. Just kisses and whatever else happens after.” Here, Jem winked at Freddie.
Freddie’s cheeks were on fire. “You want me to have sex with him in his plane?”
Millie scoffed. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”
“Isn’t it like a rite of passage or something when you’re dating a pilot?” Jem asked. “Having sex in his front seat?”
“First I’m hearing of it,” Freddie said. She groaned as she took her next gulp of whiskey. This conversation was traumatising.
“It’ll be like blessing his cockpit,” Jem said, grinning, far too pleased with herself. “Then he’ll always come back safe and sound.”
“Surely it’ll be cold,” Freddie protested.
“Wear his jacket,” Millie said, as though this should have been obvious. “You’ll warm up quickly, I’m sure.”
Freddie handed the bottle off to Jem and covered her face with her hands. “I’m not going to seduce Rosie in his plane in just my nightdress and no makeup, with wet hair dripping down my back and whiskey on my breath!”
Millie scoffed. “As if Rosie’ll care about any of that.”
“I don’t want to have this conversation anymore,” Freddie declared, swiping back the bottle and guzzling from it like it was water. “We are all three of us staying here all night because it is sleepover night and that is what happens at sleepovers.”
“What about when Meatball needs to go to the toilet?” Jem asked with a pointed glance over at Meatball as he woke from his sleep on Jem’s bed.
“He can go outside the hut,” Freddie asserted. “No one is straying far. You two,” she said, looking between her two closest friends, “cannot be trusted.”
Jem and Millie erupted into giggles, pleased to have gotten such a reaction, and Freddie rolled her eyes.
“Why don’t we talk about you for once, Jem?” Freddie asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’re always sticking your nose into our love lives, but when was the last time you gave us any hint as to what’s going on in yours?”
It was almost comical, the way Jem clammed up so immediately.
Millie noticed and was on her like a rash, demanding to know who it was and when they’d met and why she hadn’t told them.
Freddie laughed as she watched the interrogation, pleased to not be the one in the hot seat for once, and soon joined in when Jem looked like she had no intentions of spilling anything.
It was only after five minutes’ worth of demanding questions and the refusal of giving Jem the bottle of whiskey until she’d spilled at least one detail that she finally caved. “Fine!”
Millie and Freddie shared a grin.
“It’s not what you think it is, though,” Jem warned.
Freddie furrowed her eyebrows. Millie shook her head. “We’re not here to judge, Jemmy. The two of us aren’t exactly the virgin Mary so I wouldn’t be worried about that.”
Jem groaned. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…”
“... It’s just what?” Millie prodded. She pushed herself up to sit on her knees for a higher vantage point when it seemed Jem was going to refuse to answer.
Jem took a deep breath. She looked carefully between Freddie and Millie, her face more serious than Freddie could remember seeing it outside of some sort of fight. All of a sudden Freddie was a little bit frightened of whatever was about to come out of Jem’s mouth. What in the world could have her tied up in such knots?
“I’m not interested in men,” Jem blurted at last. With the way her posture deflated, it was as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Freddie’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Jem said, much easier now that the confession was out in the open but still with palpable wariness, “I’m not interested in men. In being with men. Romantically.”
“Oh,” Freddie said.
“Yeah,” Jem replied.
“Does that mean -” Millie started and faltered.
“That I’m interested in women?” Jem asked. She laughed without humour and turned her eyes on that flickering light above their heads. “Unfortunately it does.”
Freddie’s thoughts were frozen for a few moments. And then they were rapid. She flicked back through every memory she could bring to mind of Jem from ever since they’d first met upon her arrival at Thorpe Abbotts. Had she really never shown any interest in any of the men?
No, Freddie realised. She hadn’t.
“Does it make your life very difficult?” Freddie wondered softly. She knew it was a stupid question even as she was saying it. Of course something like that would make her life difficult. What she was really asking, she supposed, was if there was anyone Jem liked and had to pretend she didn’t. She was imagining having to coexist with Rosie and not being able to do anything about it. The pain of it - she couldn’t imagine.
Jem laughed, a breathy, almost pained sound. “Yes, Fred, it does.”
“Are you in love?” Millie wondered quietly.
Again that pained little laugh. “Unfortunately, I think I am.”
“Anyone we know?” Freddie asked. She was deathly curious but didn’t want to push too far. Jem’s life must have been hard enough as it was. Maybe that was why she was always prodding and prying into Freddie’s romantic life - she couldn’t have anything like that, anything so public, for herself.
Jem’s face paled. “Me telling you -” She stuttered on her next word, all but choked on it. “That’s my decision. I trust you and I love you and I wanted to tell you. It’s not my place to tell you about her.”
Millie sighed, passing a hand over her eyes. “It’s Paddy, isn’t it?”
Jem shrugged her shoulders indignantly. “It’s not my place to tell you,” she reasserted.
Her reaction made it clear enough. It was Paddy.
And, Freddie realised, it made sense. Jem and Paddy never touched each other the way the rest of the girls touched each other. It was almost as though they were afraid to touch each other even in a friendly way in front of everyone else in case it was misconstrued, or in case they couldn’t hide their real affection beneath friendly gestures.
“Oh, Jem,” Freddie said, frowning. “It must be so hard for you.”
“It is hard,” Jem agreed. “But it’s wonderful, too. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I’m perfectly happy. I’m actually really very lucky.”
“To have found her?” Millie asked with a quiet smile.
“To have found her, to get to love her. All of it.”
Freddie smiled wide as she watched Jem go a little bit starry eyed. “Can I suggest something?” she asked after a few moments.
Jem rolled her eyes but she was grinning. “Oh, Fred. What could you possibly suggest?”
Freddie giggled, plucking the bottle of whiskey from Millie’s hands and placing it in Jem’s. “I was just thinking -”
“Never a good idea,” Millie commented.
Freddie hit her playfully in the shoulder. “I was just thinking,” she said again, more firmly this time, “that maybe, next time we go to the club, if Millie and I dance together when everyone knows we are otherwise… occupied… then maybe you and your sweetheart might dance together, too. And if you’re not the only ones then who would think anything of it?”
Millie grinned. “Maybe, if we were subtle about asking, we could get Amy and Cecelia to do it, too,” she added. “We wouldn’t tell them why, of course -”
“Amy already knows,” Jem said with a snort. “Of course she does. She and Paddy -”
Confirmation. Jem’s eyes went wide but Freddie and Millie were smiling at her softly.
“They’re best friends,” Millie finished for her. “And we’re yours. And none of us will tell anyone. Because we love you more than life itself and all we want is for you to be happy.”
Freddie reached a hand out to stroke over Jem’s bare arm. It was clear she felt bad for accidentally implicating Paddy, even though Millie and Freddie had already known.
Freddie changed the topic back before she could dwell too hard. “I just thought it might be nice,” she said. “The two of you getting to dance like any other couple, that is. Because dancing has been so special for me and Rosie. It’s brought us so much closer together. And maybe that’s just because I had a thing about it after Daniel but maybe it’s because that’s what couples do and it makes us feel like a real one. But it makes me sad to think of you and your sweetheart” - she deliberately declined to mention Paddy’s name for fear of reminding Jem of her guilt - “not being afforded the simple pleasure of dancing to a pretty song in a bar just because you want to. Because you’re both there and alive and in love and what other reason should you need?”
Jem swiped at her under eyes with her thumb. “Fred,” was all she said.
“Do you think you might like to do it?” Freddie asked gently, giving Jem’s arm a squeeze. “You don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion. But if you aren’t the only all-female couple dancing I can’t imagine anyone would think a thing of it.”
Jem paused, considering the door to the hut as though she expected someone to barge in and berate her for all she’d said tonight. But finally she smiled. “Maybe,” she decided.
“Yeah?” Freddie asked, smiling.
“I’d have to ask first, of course.”
“Of course,” Freddie agreed.
“But maybe.”
“Maybe,” Freddie repeated.
“Think about it,” Millie encouraged her. “I never danced with John and I regret it more than I can say now that he’s stuck in Germany and all I have are his letters.”
“I will,” Jem promised. She let out a sad, tinkling little laugh, then sat up straight abruptly. “Anyway,” she declared, punctuating the word with a big gulp of whiskey, “enough about all this. I don’t know how you did it, Fred, but you thoroughly managed to derail us. But don’t you worry, I remember where we left off. So just when, Freddie Leroy, are you going to finally, eventually, put your lovesick American out of his misery and just bloody kiss the poor bastard?”
Freddie let out a cackle of a laugh. “In my own time and not a moment before!”
“Fred!” Millie and Jem exclaimed as one.
“I want the moment to be right,” Freddie insisted, snatching back the whiskey and taking a long draw from it. “It shouldn’t be forced. It should feel natural. As easy as breathing.”
“Waiting for the perfect moment will have you waiting forever,” Millie warned in a sing-song.
“No,” Freddie disagreed. “I think we’ll find it. And then we’ll be grateful for having waited.”
#watm#my writing#masters of the air#mota#masters of the air x oc#masters of the air fanfic#masters of the air fanfiction#hbo war#hbo war x oc#robert rosie rosenthal#rosie rosenthal#rosie rosenthal x oc#rosie rosenthal fanfic#rosie rosenthal fanfiction
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Strawberry Jam
The context of this is that a girl named Millie from the city got stuck on the side of the road and a guy named Ben (hot sexy farmer) helped drive her to his town to the mechanic (also super hot sexy) they spend a few day together and now they making jam cuz Ben grows strawberries
"You pour the hot water into the jars so they don't break when u put in the jam," he said in a grumpy but matter of fact tone.
"I know."
He looked at me strangely, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes "What do you mean you know?"
"I used to make jam with my ma when I was younger"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning back to stirring the strawberry jam "So yer one of those city girls."
I squinted and tilted my head to the side "What city girls?"
"The rich kind that had a garden in their backyard and 'farmed for a hobby' the irritatin' ones"
Not feeling necessarily offended but more wronged, I huffed and said "that's mighty rude assuming I was a rich girl that had expensive hobbies. Not that there's anything wrong with having a cute little hobby like making jam."
He looked back at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk "You sayin I'm wrong?"
"I don't like sounding cliché, but yes, my family and I weren't dying of poverty but we sure weren't rich."
"Livin in the city? You were middle class at least "
"I didn't grow up in the city"
"Then where did u grow up, here?" He asked sarcastically.
"I grew up 3 towns away, about 50 miles from the town"
He paused his stirring, his eyes grew wide and he turned to me "You grew up in Yanner? The town of dust?"
"Yup, grumpiest people you'd ever meet", I said with a smile
"Then why you and yer family in the city, no one ever leaves yanner"
"Like I said, we weren't dying and I was smart kid. I got scholarships and my pa was the only farm that had kinda decent soil to farm"
"Fuck, millie, I didn't even grow up that fuckin poor. What school did you go to?"
"The one here actually, It wasn't fun" I smiled
He looked puzzled, does that mean they went to the same school? "why did you hate it, the kids too posh" he said dryly
I giggled " Nah, it was the drive here and back. Spent most of my day in those buses. Woke up at 4 am to get to school and got home at 6pm. Just in time to make and pack jam with my ma"
"School started at 8 and ended at 2, you tellin me you spent 8 hours a day just on a fuckin bus and u still went to school and did ya chores at home???"
"Yup! It was ok tho, got most of my homework and studying done on those buses. So I had a lot of free time when I got home and over the week ends"
"What did u even do on the weekends? Sleep?"
I chuckled "I wish. I was helping my ma sell the jam at this cute little tea shop in town. Ah I fucking loved making jam with my ma, she preped the fruit, I cooked and jarred them"
"Sounds to me u did all the work" he said a bit annoyed that my mom didn't do more with me.
"It was the deal tho, if I didn't want to help pick, clean, cut and peel the fruit, I'd have to make and jar the jam myself. I hated prep"
He shook his head with a smile on his face, of course she hates prep, the lazy shit. "You said u went to the school nearby? How old are u? I never saw u around."
"I didn't see u either, maybe you graduated before me. We also hung out with very different ppl. You probably would have bullied me, heh"
He didn't say anything for a while, he was a pretty shitty kid "I'm 25, the class of 2023"
My eyes when wide "no fucking ways. You're a lying shit"
"What, why tf am I a lying shit!?" He said annoyed.
I laughed hysterically "how tf am I 3 years older than u. I was the class of 2020"
It was his turn to looked shocked "THERES NO FUCKIN WAY YER 28, YER LITERALLY STILL IN SCHOOL "
"Yes fucking way. I've been studying for 5 years dude, i just dropped out fer a while cuz I developed a stress disorder so I looked after my family and worked for a mechanic in town."
"Who? There's only 3 mechanics in this area and my best friends one of them." He said like I just told him the most unbelievable thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes,"It wasn't Jackie, it was Mike, he was fine as fuck."
"Gross, don't be thinkin nasty things while talkin to me." He said a little upset but definitely grossed out.
"What? Can't a girl appreciate a guy's good looks"
"Not when it's u Millie, I can practically see what u thinkin and it could make a sailor blush"
"Someones blushing alright" I smirked looking at ben's red ears.He scoffed , turning back to the jam. He was clearly embarrassed and annoyed, and decided to ignore me.
I didn't mind though, the silence was nice. It allowed me to look at the house more. It was quite big since it housed 2 other men, Jackie and Grant, they were sweet fellas and kind enough to let me stay here until Jackie fixed my car.
I hopped off the counter and walked towards Ben, he took notice of this but ignored me so I got closer til my chin rested on his shoulder.
"Can ya back off a lil, I'm tryna bottle this hot shit and I don't wanna spill", he said a little disgruntled
"Nah, you’re fine, plus if ya burn yourself I'll kiss it better," I said with a chuckle, a joke to lighten the old grump but instead of rolling his eyes or pushing me off, he froze and looked at me with wide eyes and his ears a bright red and looked back to the jam he was pouring into a jar. He slowly tilted further and further from the jar and closer to his hand, my eyes went wide and I pulled his hand away "WAIT! I was joking, if you wanted a kiss, could've just asked"
He burnt even redder now, turning his head as far away from me as possible, under his breath he mumbled and 'oh' and I laughed. I turned his head to face to face me and tried to stare into his eyes but he averted contact, clearly very embarrassed. I giggled again and kissed his bottom lip since I was too short to reach his full mouth.
That got his attention since he gasped and looked at me with wide eyes, now his whole face was red, from his ears to his neck and probably lower, "Do you want me to do it again?"
"Yes”
Heyyyy…so this is kinda embarrassing but I wanted my bbg koi to judge it cuz this has been in the making for 2 years. HOPE U LIKE MWAH MHWA
Part 2
#cowboy#oc#strawberry jam#romance#random#quick write#kinda embarrassed but that Megumi fic is taking to long#cute#fluff#self indulgent#cringe
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Itty Bitty Imps chapter 1:
Summary:
Classification AU:
Blitzø didn’t have a great childhood, he had to grow up really fast and take on a lot of responsibility to help his family. And now he’s a successful assassin, a badass.
Fizzarolli’s always been an icon, always had to be perfect, had to be funny, had to entertain…otherwise he was a failure. He made a lot of sacrifices to achieve this level of perfection.
Is it any wonder they cheated on their classification test? What would people think if they knew what they really were?
Notes:
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This work is an Age regression
/Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.
But there will also be cursing and talking about sex when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed.)
Age regression itself is not sexual, it’s a coping mechanism.
If you have a problem with any of this, you can click away.
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chapter 1: Blitzø’s secret
Blitzo:
“I’m just saying, the classification thing is kinda pointless, it has never benefitted anyone.” Loona says.
“What about littles? They can’t take care of themselves.” Millie argues.
These two have been debating this since they got back from a mission. Blitzø had no idea what started it, but he was curious to hear their opinions on the matter.
“Who says they can’t? Most of them aren’t even like that eighty precent of the time, In fact, some of them are adopted by assholes who force them to be little all the time.” Loona argues.
“That’s actually true.” Moxxie says. “I wouldn’t say it benefits no one, but it doesn’t really define who you really are or what you’re good at. I mean, I was classified a babysitter initially. As you can see that absolutely determined my future.” Moxxie says sarcastically.
“Well, I don’t know, Mox. You certainly are good at stopping anything fun from happening.” Blitzø says.
Moxxie growls at him while loona laughed.
“Well, I was classified a guardian with caregiver tendencies.” Millie says. “I’d say that suits me pretty well.”
“Well, yeah. But I was labeled a caregiver.” Loona explains, which surprised M&M. “Yeah, exactly my point. The stupid center made me re-take it over a hundred times.”
“I don’t blame them. I’ve seen you kick a baby.” Moxxie says.
“What was your classification, Blitzø?” Millie asks.
“Oh, I’m a Neutral.” Blitzø answers softly.
“There’s no way that’s true.” Moxxie says.
Blitzø raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s just- that’s too normal for you!” Moxxie explains.
“As hard as it is to believe, it’s true.” Blitzø says. “I can give you the stupid papers to prove it.”
Millie looked over Blitzø suspiciously. “You cheated on the test, didn’t you?”
“Oh please, why does everyone always assume that?” He asks. “It’s not like i could’ve just found someone selling the answers outside the building or some shit, even if I wanted to. I wasn’t exactly mr popular, so I didn’t have a lot of connections.” Blitzø explains.
Past, Blitzo:
“Why are you guys so worked up about this? It’s a fucking personality test. There’s no right or wrong.” Barbie, his twin sister explains as they’re walking to the classification center. It was finally time for them to find out what kind of freaks they really were.
Blitzo scoffs. “Yeah, sure, just a personality test unless you’re classified a caregiver and people think you’re ‘too soft’ for jobs that make you any kind of actual money.”
“I don’t think YOU will have to worry about that.” Barbie says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, and no one will hire you if you’re classified a little.” Fizzarolli explains. “You’d have to be adopted…and if you’re like Blitzo, you just wouldn’t get adopted at all-“
Blitzo punches his boyfriends arm.
“Hey!” Fizz shouts, rubbing his arm. “I meant IF you were a little.”
“Bitch.” Blitzo calls him.
“Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?” Fizzarolli asks.
“Yes actually.” Blitzo says. “It’s the best way to talk to my boyfriend.”
“Even when he has…this?” Fizzarolli asks, holding up a piece of paper.
“Oh…paper.” Barbie hesitates. “Cool?”
“It’s all neutral test answers.” Fizzarolli explains. “I copied them on my arm so I can pass the test with no complications.”
“Wow, that’s impressive. I was just going to copy all her answers.” Blitzo says, pointing to Barbie.
“You what?!” Barbie asks.
“Why would it matter? We’re twins. No one would question it.” Blitzo says.
“Listen. We share everything! At least let me keep my own personality.” Barbie says.
“You don’t want her answers anyway, Blitzo.” Fizzarolli says. He looks to Barbie. “You know, you can use them too if you want, barbecue.” Fizzarolli says.
“It’s okay, I’m not really worried about it, I’ll probably be neutral anyway.” Barbie says.
“Yeah, cuz you’re so basic.” Blitzo says. Barbie punches his arm. “Ow!”
Fizzarolli laughs.
“Prick.” Barbie calls her brother.
“Where did you get these anyway?” Blitzo asks, ignoring his sister.
Fizz shrugs. “I know a guy, had to fuck him to get it though.” He answers.
Blitzo takes the paper and reads over the answers, not reacting to what Fizzarolli just said at all.
Barbie didn’t either, just kept walking.
Fizzarolli waits a few seconds… “Oh my god, Blitzo! I didn’t actually fuck him, I paid him! With money!” He explains.
“To be honest, I wouldn’t blame you if you did fuck him.” Blitzo shrugs.
“Well, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little jealous, I can fuck other people, you know?” Fizzarolli pouts, arms crossed.
Blitzo takes Fizzarolli’s face in his hands. “Oh, I know you can, but everyone knows you’re obsessed with me.” He says seductively.
“In your wet dreams, bitch.” Fizzarolli and Blitzo kiss deeply, Blitzo sticking his tongue down the jester’s throat.
“Geez, Come on, fuckbirds. We’ll be late.” Barbie says, rolling her eyes.
Fizzarolli and Blitzo agree. And the three of them head inside the building.
“Alright, here goes nothing.” Barbie says.
“Good luck, sis!” Blitzo says.
Barbie nods. “You too, don’t get caught.” She mumbles violently at him.
Fizzarolli whispers. “At least change two or three answers, even if you get five present of something else, no one will really care in the future, we can’t make it too suspicious.”
Blitzo nods and gives his boyfriend a thumbs up before following Barbie to the testing area.
Present, Blitzø:
Moxxie checks the time. “Oh wow, we should really get going if we’re going to make dinner.” Moxxie says to Millie.
“Where you two going?” Blitzø asks.
“It’s called none of your business.” Moxxie says angrily.
Millie rolls her eyes.
“Wow, okay. Hint taken.” Blitzø rolls his eyes.
“Is it?!” Moxxie asks. “You’re not so good at taking hints.”
“Come on, sweetie. Let’s just go. See you later, boss.” Millie says as she and Moxxie walk out.
“Well, guess it’s just us then.” Blitzø says to Loona.
“Yeah, sorry. Actually, I have to go too, Tex invited me to a party tonight.” Loona says.
“Oh.”
“Don’t follow me.” Loona warns. “I’ll See you later, don’t wait up.” Loona walks out, closing the door behind her.
That was fine…Blitzø wanted to be alone anyway.
What was moxxie’s fucking problem anyway? He defended their relationship at Ozzie’s. If anything, they should be grateful that he followed them!
‘Hey, everybody! This guy's a total disgrace!Some nerve you got to comment on a relationshipLast I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!‘
Like Fizzarolli was one to talk, when was the last time he was in a real relationship?
Blitzø drove himself home.
Maybe it’s not such a bad thing that literally everyone he hangs out with is busy.
Blitzø goes into his closet to get out a box full of his little gear: Pacifiers, Diapers, toys, exc.
He could indulge his little self for a while.
#Age regression fanfic#helluva boss#helluva boss fanfic#helluva boss fanfiction#little!Blitzo#Little!Fizzerolli#classification au
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rating the fanbases in nijisanji en that im in 🤠🤘
also im not hating on yall im just talking about…… some colorful things about the fan communities im in
aight for one, kyomies. = FUCKING -18/10
im scared of like some of yall. like ongod 😭 either chill or so fucking down bad WW like oh god i watched the confessions stream YOU GUYS. ARE SCARY. PLEASE. I CANT TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES MY JAW DROPPED WATCHING THAT STREAM. also we needa stop bullying kyo for being the shortest male in nijisanji en lmao hes coping already 💀AHEM… TO ANY OF YALL WHO GENUINELY LIKE ASTERS FEET CAM STREAM… DNI (jkjk but like keep a respectable distance from me pls 🧍✋ yall scare me enough)
kindreds!! = 5/10
yall horny as fuck. all i gotta say. we all know the gwak gwak incident, lets leave it pls. also yall are nice, everyone in chat is pretty nice, yk you get a parasocial chatter every once and a while but oh well wwww 💀💀 ehmmm theyre like the first niji en fanbase ive been in, i have a friend irl whos a kindred, theyre nice yk did not prepare me for the shitshow the online kindreds are
villions = 8/10
i know, we are all probably down bad for ber whenever he speaks korean, BUT CAN YOU BLAME US?? i wanna bet ver is half of his fanbases’ reason to learn korean (can vouch because i started to relearn kr bc of him 😭👌) ALSO HES SUCH A CINNAMON ROLL I JUST WANNA SQUISH HIM!! villions in general, yall r nice, like all i gotta say LOL
sicklings = 4/10
basically kindreds but like twice as horny and mentally ill 💀like goddamn yall listen to his yandere asmrs and go ‘he can fix me’?? is that like a thing in this fanbase? 😭 how mentally ill yall had to be to fall for a therapist [bullying myself rn] like holy shit also that one overlay incident 🫣 lets not talk about it but like anyways yall are ok, its a debatable topic also just wanted to say hex looks like the type of person to have a rice purity score of 53 idk
FaMillie = 10/10
OK SO IM BIASED BC IM ALSO A FILIPINO AND YK SWAGPINOS UNITE BUT YOU GUYS ARE FUNNY I CANT LIE, YOU HAVE GENUINELY MADE ME CACKLE SOMETIMES especially the hugot lines stream, my mom fucking got mad at me for laughing so much some of yall are unhinged like stop bullying millie LOL ik its for shits and giggles but damn, yall are being mean sometimes 😭
Quilldren = 6/10
personally, i havent been in the fanbase too much but most of you guys are chill so neutral score. havent seen too much stir from ike's fans so thats nice, good to know theres one fan base that isnt overtly chaotic [from what ive seen 👀]
scythekicks = 8/10
girl is this fanbase dead or am i just not active on twitter? probably the latter LMAO but like i barely see any doppio fans in the wild like where are yall come out come out you may be outta scythe but you aint outta my mind WWWW we all love doppio in the scythekick household, that man gets so entertained so easily
uhhhh shit ok pls dont cancel me WWWWW IM NOT TRYING TO BE RUDE I PROMISE THIS IS ALL FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES im in these fan bases too IM BASICALLY FUCKING MYSELF OVER
also posts are gonna be slow as fuuuck cuz schools starting and yknow we gotta COME IN DO YOU READ ME?-
im just kidding guys dont hate me for this WWW its for giggles so dont take it to heart
i think i did this wrong in so many ways but oh well LMAOO
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I feel like we have a very unpopular opinion in common: we both really like Lucas! I find him a really interesting, layered and cerebral character, and I can relate to his flaws and mistakes. Plus, like you said, I never doubt that he's a genuinely good person. I feel like we're nearly alone even among the OTH/Leyton fandom in feeling this way :) Other UOs about OTH: 1. I'm mostly indifferent to Naley 2. I don't like the acclaimed school shooting episode 3. I truly don't believe the real life Sophia/CMM drama had anything to do with Leyton being endgame 4. I have an irrational dislike of Mouth and Millie despite being pro-nerd 5. I couldn't possibly care less about Julian (ITA with you and an anon who said his personality changed completely at least once or twice a season, and the actor just irked me) 6. I care much more about the Peyton/Brooke friendship than the Brooke/Haley friendship 7. Season 6 is probably my favorite season of the series due in no small part to Leyton being happy, pregnant and engaged and 8. OMG the way they have all fabulously successful careers in nearly impossible fields to break into drives me nuts (like Lucas gets his first novel published, it immediately becomes a bestseller and is made into a movie lol---that happens to like .1% of authors, Nathan makes the NBA, Haley goes from casually singing in a coffee shop in high school to being asked to perform on tour, Brooke owns her own fashion line before they're old enough to legally drink, Quinn goes from idly deciding to become a photographer to immediately being paid to fly around and shoot for major publications like Sports Illustrated (riiight) and so on. And they can all have these impossibly glamorous and successful careers not in a major city but while mostly living in a small North Caroline town? Please! I don't mind when the show is unrealistic about crazily entertaining drama like the way there are about 25 different stalkers, but the way these athletes/cheerleaders are all insta-successful in other fields too just stretches credulity for me. Haley being a teacher was the most I liked her because I think it suits her perfectly and it was actually a normal, relatable career! Thank you so much for listening to me rant, and obviously I would love to hear your UOs too---I think we have a few of the same ones?!
Ok let’s take this point by point lol
Yes about Lucas! He’s such an interesting character and he’s allowed to be wrong and flawed unlike other male main characters who generally are written making the dumbest choices/making bad decisions but the narrative will justify it and that’s so annoying. People just hate Lucas because Brooke’s the fan fave please get over yourselves
The school shooting episode is what got me into the show so I cannot relate to that sorry lol top 5 episode to me and I think should be required viewing
It’s basically been debunked chophias divorce had anything to do with endgames.
I like mouth and Millie (at least seasons 5 and 6. Idk what the fuck happened by the time I watched 9, skipping 7 and 8)
I like Austin Nichols lol not like a FAN or anything but I think he’s nice to look at
I prefer Brooke and Peyton over Brooke and Haley (because people only love them out of hatred for Peyton you cannot tell me I’m wrong) but Peyton and Haley reigns supreme to me
Season 6 is so good! Exactly for leyton reasons lol but I do enjoy all the storylines going on
I always laugh about how successful everyone was from this random ass town lmfao but like they all did have their struggles too it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Idk it’s a teen drama where a guys heart gets eaten by a dog, their career paths were the least of its problems 😂
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First off, Happy spooky month er'body, I am back home from AWA which means it is time to post this shit!
I decided to finally write a gore/more horror-esque fic! I wanted this to be a semi-sequel to "Exes and Oohs", Cause me and my friend have a joke HC of Chaz not actually being dead but then "Oops" happened and everything was ruined But I ended up writing it as an alternate chain of events for that episode.
Rating:: 18+ // Explicit
Fandom:: Helluva Boss
Themes/Kinks:: Non-con . Gore
This Fic contains and Implies themes of::
Gore// Teeth Pulling
Noncon// kissing
Homophobia// Crim uses the term "Queer" in a derogatory sense
If this triggers or offends you, you probably shouldn’t read this!
Please take care of ya self!
The living room was filled with awkward silence and tension so thick a knife couldn't cut it. Moxxie, Blitz, and Millie had been called to do 'Business' with someone from Greed. And to Moxxie's surprise and dismay it was his father. He didn't know what to expect from this 'job'. Knowing his dad, it could've been any number of things.
Fucking up some guy that owed him money?
Stealing from a bank in the human world?
Or maybe just killing some innocent imp who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and knew too much? It could've been anything. But one question that stood in Moxxie's mind wasn't about the job, it was about a ring.
The moment they landed he noticed a gold ring on his father's left hand, and he'd only seen Crim wear that ring once…in an old wedding photo. He'd never seen him wear it around, so it seemed weird for him to just have it on all of a sudden.
"So ugh, Crimson?" Moxxie's thoughts were interrupted by Millie's voice. The mobster looked up and stared her down, with his eyebrow cocked.
"What exactly was the job you had planned for us if ya don't mind my askin'?" She asked, doing her best to be as calm and sweet as possible.
"Yeah cause-", Blitz said, before taking a swig of his drink.
"We only kill people in the living world, shortstack. Last time we tried killing fuckers down here it did not go well, trust me." Crim took a sip from his own drink before speaking.
"It's a simple job really," Crim said, staring down all of them from his seat.
"You see, I hid some valuables in the human world, to keep the weaselly fucks down here from stealing ‘em, unfortunately, some bastards must’ve found and taken ’em."
He took a final sip and looked straight at Blitzo.
“I want ‘em dead.”
His voice got more stern on his final word, and while the other didn’t notice it Moxxie flinched a bit at his father’s stricter tone.
“And I want Moxxie to stay behind and assist me with some… assets.” The smaller imp’s eyes went wide when he heard his father’s words, the thought of being alone with him for even a minute was enough to make him want to scream.
“Wait,” Millie said, looking slightly worried.
“Me and Mox are a team! We-” Moxxie placed a hand on her shoulder, interrupting her.
“Mil…It’ll be okay.”
“But...” She said, her voice sounding shakier than usual. He took her hands into his and gently squeezed them.
“I can handle this.” He kissed her hands gently, only for Blitzo to squeeze in between them.
“So it’s settled!” He yelled, pulling them closer and squeezing them into a hug.
“You stay here and do whatever the fuck you need to do, while me and Mill go top side and get your dad’s shit back!” Crim laughed at the awkward display, while Moxxie still felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.
After some further negotiation, Blitz and Millie headed to the human world, and Moxxie was left alone with the person he feared the most.
“Um, sir,” He said, fidgeting with his hands and keeping his head down.
“What exactly did you need my…assistance with?” The older imp didn’t respond, he simply looked at him before nudging his head, signaling for him to follow.
They wandered around the house for a bit, stopping at a room Moxxie had never really noticed before. It was a normal-looking door; the only thing that made it stand out was the strange keyhole underneath the knob.
Moxxie had vivid memories, one of his dad dragging his mom behind that door, and her never coming out.
Crim dug under his suit, pulled out a key, and unlocked the door. A pungent smell wafted into the air, it was like a mixture of copper and saltwater. He gestured towards the door, inviting his son to enter the strange room.
The young imp simply stood there nervous.
He didn’t trust his dad one bit, and now he was trying to get him alone in some dark room, only he had the key to?
Moxxie almost stepped away, but Crim grabbed him, practically throwing him into the room.
He caught himself before falling down a small flight of stairs, at the bottom was a rough concrete floor covered in stains,
“Come on,” Crim grabbed him again, dragging him down the stairs.
“We ain’t got all day.”
Underneath the sound of their footsteps, Moxxie heard the sound of moaning and the clinking of metal. His mind began to race through every possible scenario. And none of them ended well for him.
When they made it to the bottom of the stairs, he noticed a body on the floor.
Their head was down and their body was wrapped in chains and covered in bruises. As he looked at it further he started to recognize the figure.
“Chaz!?" Moxxie screamed out, his eyes widening.
The shark slowly lifted his head looking at the imp, one of his eyes was swollen and black, while his face looked lost. His usual goofy smirk was replaced with a look of dread. It was the first time Moxxie had seen Chaz actually look scared.
He slowly turned to his father, looking as frightened and concerned as ever.
“Dad…W-what’s going on?” Crim patted his son's shoulder.
“Well, you see,” He slowly walked up to the shark and pulled on the chains forcing him to sit up. His body was partially exposed, covered in teeth marks and purplish bruises.
“Chazzwick here came into millions,” He got in closer and squished Chaz’s face between his hands.
“And since you and ‘im were such good friends, I thought ‘So what if he’s a queer, money is money’. ”
Tears began to run down Chazzwick’s face, as he sniffled a bit. Crim pulled on the chain, causing him to jerk up a bit, a nonverbal way of telling him to shut up.
“Of course, our plan was for you to marry him, but you decided to run away from ya family.”
He shot Moxxie a judgemental look before continuing.
“So we decided to go for the next best thing,”
He raised his left hand to show off his wedding ring, but by then Moxxie had already put two and two together. He felt sick to his stomach.
“So imagine my surprise when I find out that this moocher lied to me.”
Mox recognized that tone, it was the cheerfully sarcastic voice his dad would put on whenever he was extremely pissed.
“And you know I hate being lied to, Moxxie.”
Crim pushed Chaz back down to the floor and walked over to a small table, picking up a pair of pliers.
He walked up to his son and shoved the tool in his hands. Moxxie stood there frozen like a deer in headlights. Crim returned to the busted-up shark forcing him to sit up again. He sat behind him and pulled his mouth open. Chaz attempted to struggle but was too weak.
“You know what to do,” He said, staring Moxxie down and waiting.
The younger imp stood there, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He didn’t know what to do. As much as he hated Chaz, he felt bad seeing him like this. But his pity for the poor shark was outweighed by the fear of his father.
He nervously stepped up to the two and held the pliers up to Chaz’s mouth. Once again the shark attempted to struggle. He didn’t stop till Crim wrapped the rest of the chain around his throat, threatening to strangle him.
“If you behave and take one last punishment, maybe I’ll forgive you," Chaz finally stood still, his chest was heaving, and tears began pouring down his face.
“Get to it, I ain’t got all day." Moxxie resumed, clamping the pliers down, and gave a weak tug. Chaz flinched a bit, but Crim wasn’t impressed.
“Oh come on!” The older imp yelled.
“I know you can pull harder than that!”
Mox, with shaky hands, tugged as hard as he could. Chaz let out a slightly gargled scream as the tooth was roughly pulled from his gums. Immediately a coppery taste filled the shark's mouth, as he cried and groaned in pain.
Moxxie stood back his breathing just as heavy as Chaz’s, he felt disgusting, he felt like he could throw up at any moment.
“Only a few more to go! "Crim joked, chuckling directly into Chaz’s ear.
Moxxie took a moment to keep back his vomit before realigning himself to repeat the process.
He managed to do it again…and again.
It went on for hours until there were no more teeth to pull. Moxxie backed himself into a corner and curled up into a ball. By then Chaz had passed out, his mouth was filled with a disgusting cocktail of spit and blood.
And then Crim did something unexpected, he kissed Chaz right on the mouth. Moxxie didn’t witness it though, he simply heard the sounds of tongues fighting and lips smacking.
Eventually, the sounds stopped and he looked up.
Chaz was leaned up against a wall, barely clinging to consciousness, and Crim was wiping away the liquid from his lips.
“You did good," He got up and walked over to Mox, holding out his hand.
“Your friends are probably back by now, it’d be rude to keep them waiting,” Moxxie shakily took his father’s hand and got up. His dad guided him up the stairs, and he looked back to see Chaz still passed out, beaten, and his teeth scattered across the floor.
Mox felt weirdly disjointed about everything that happened. He didn’t know how to feel or react. All he knew was that there was no way Chaz was leaving the room.
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So I finished Helluva Boss today. I like to make notes when I consume a piece of media. I never said those notes were peak maturity. Far from.
Enter.
Two seconds in: holy shit is that MORDERCAI?? 😰😰😰😰 no wayyyyyyyy.
And that kids, is how you traumatise a class of kids. I mean, I know I’m meant to feel bad for… whatever her name is, but those poor children 😭
HELP I LAUGHED LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN SHE THAT KID GOT CHOKEHELD IM A MONSTER OMG. IM SORRY 😭 it was just so funny 2 me I’m so so sorry.
She’s kinda hot tho when she’s a demon. Ngl.
I need the furry wolf’s number. IMMEDIATELY. I am DOWN BAD.
Is that fucking… stock horror music? HAHAHA- no no I’m imagining it, but imagine if it was.
HES BRITISH. THE BATHTUB GUY IS BRITISH.
BRUH. HES DOWN BAD, EVEN AFTER THE SHIT HES STILL RAMBLING ON?? HIRE A HOOKER!! GOD ITS ALWAYS… certain types of… I’m Irish, okay?!?! It’s a personal attack on me!
HAHAHA. L. L MOXIE L. The family just died anyway that’s a fucking LlLlLlLlLlL.
Closing thoughts: give me the satanic wolfs number immediately. I am down bad rn.
Rating: 3/5.
It kept me entertained, and hooked.
Episode 2:
This song reminds me of a particular band, I just don’t know what. There’s a certain “style” that’s familiar to it. I don’t know what.
Yeah I just. I saw that exact thing coming. Something going wrong, and something going wrong fast.
Octavia is just like me except my dad hates me and is just as unstable as my mom.
Okay so here’s my question: his eyes. Uhhh, the British bathtub guy. I forgot. It’s full red, is that his iris? How huge is his range of vision? Because MINE? Hun-knee, I have visual snow syndrome and shit eyesight, I’m nearsighted, this British fucker- see I’m Irish so this is a personal attack on me.
If you become a demon when you die, are their kids biological or did they die too?… dark thought.
Is there another… character that isn’t Moxie? Because I don’t care to remember his name tbh. So I’ll call him ‘Not Moxie’.
Blitzo, Stolas, I get it mixed up. And I can’t tell who Moxie is and who… the other one is. Moxie has a high voice, right??? I don’t know. I’ll learn it eventually.
Imagine your dad loving you. Couldn’t be me. Ever. Now I’m shedding. Skin or tears? You decide. (I shed my skin when emotional, like a snake. HISSSS)
Thoughts: Poor Via.
Ranking: 3/5. I liked it, I guess.
Episode 3:
God damn it why are all the female demons so hot. Damn you episode. I mean, *ahem* hello senora. ;)
I think my favourite characters so far are uh… what’s her name? Something -ica, and uh…….. the asshole. What was his name? Is he Stolas or Blitzo? I keep forgetting. 😭
Can I call her Titanic? No reason. She just looks like a… Titanic. Surely there are kids called that. (Rereading this I had a reason for this but I don’t fucking remember what the fuck?)
Blitzo. Gotta remember that. Blitzo. Ok. I’ve got it.
…UH OH. IVE BEEN CAUGHT. HELP THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK CREEPED ME OUT OK IM SORRY FOR BEING A SIMP IM SORRY.
Overall thoughts: None.
Ranking: 5/5. It was my favourite episode so far.
Episode 4
Uh… I liked how the piano switched places just to fall on his head? Yeah this episode kinda was meh.
2/5.
Episode 5:
Yeah I didn’t care much for this either.
2/5. Maybe I’m not paying attention enough.
Episode 6:
Okay so Red girl (what I’ve been calling in my head) is called Millie.
“Ee-dough” it’s pronounced Eh-doe period. In Japanese, ‘e’ means the ‘eh’ sound.
Is that. I was right, that’s just House Of Leaves or whatever?? It’s not bad to use horror stock music just funny.
Ohhh, Stolas is the bathtub guy. I think I’m developing a sexual attraction to him. Not as much as I was down bad for Loona. And the other one. Ika. I’m calling her Ika. Wait, Verosika?
Episode 7:
Okay… I am now realising that Moxie and Millie are married. I’m kinda dumb.
Season 2:
Lmao M&M.
HELP STOP GASLIGHTING MOXXIE INTO THINKING HES FAT EVERYONE IS SO MEAN TO HIM SHHSHSHS
Ah yes, the angel dust treatment. “Harder.”
Bro the pain of someone typing and then not responding.
Ok… why is season one episode 8 only out now? Huh? I don’t understand… (I checked the desc, nvm my words)
The mean girls reference XD.
I’ve heard of holding your breath, but not under honey?
The more I hear Kesha-
You: Her name is Beelzebub
Me: Anyway Kesha
The more I hear her, the more I might develop a Keshaccent. She’s cool but she seems like the kind of girl who would’ve bullied me for being autistic in high school.
So this takes place after uh… what happened again? I forgot. The night at the… lust club? Yeah whatever I forgot. Obvious from the start, just forget what exactly happened… anyway, how the fuck can Blitzo DIE ALONE?! HES IN HELL! You need a cold shower man…
Overall thoughts: I liked it. I’d give it a 7/10. I thought I wouldn’t like it, but I also thought that about XRA… I liked some characters, and even the ones that are like- beyond horrible people (like stella) I found entertaining to watch at the very least.
Pro’s:
- I liked the characters relationships with each other in various episodes. It made for comedic, or sometimes sad situations.
- I rarely found myself bored.
- It was pretty okay.
Cons:
- Some of the humour bordered on whiplash. Going from an emotional scene to comedic can be… really distracting. It wasn’t too much of an issue. I guess it’s intended as comic relief. Some of the humour was also immature which can throw some people off but I didn’t mind, I like vulgarity.
- Honestly, I can’t think of much else to critique. It was pretty good. It just didn’t impress me, or wow me, or make me feel much other than ‘oh, that’s sad’ or ‘oh, that’s funny’. But that’s okay.
Edit: I forgot to watch the pilot episode… and a new episode dropped today. So yeah, did that, been there. It’s been there did that, not… did that been- ugh why do I care about the semantics of this?
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I wonder what would Striker do when he finds out about Blitz's ex girlfriend
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A/N: my love I have an interesting idea about that ^^
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Striker like the rest of I.M.P stared at Blitz when he told them that he and Verosika Mayday use to date. Everyone was asking what was wrong with her or how someone like him could get her Striker on the other hand,
"Huh, not surprised,"
Everyone-including Blitz-stared at the cowboy in disbelief.
"What?!" They asked simultaneously.
Striker just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Blitz,
"Not surprised that you got someone like Verosika to date you,"
"Have you met him?" Moxxie asked Striker.
"I'm fucking him so yes vermin I met him, how you got someone like Mildred to peg you is a bigger mystery than how Blitz got Verosika,"
Moxxie blushed while Millie began to tell him that he's a good husband and he got her by being a hopeless romantic.
Striker rolled his eyes seriously that's how Blitz got him, by being himself and being a romantic.
If the vermin can get a bad ass like Mildred by being charming why can't Blitz get someone like Verosika for the same reasons?
Still he ignored them as he walked over to Blitz and wrapped his arm around his shoulder and lead him towards the building.
"Loons park the car somewhere else Blitz and I will talk to the suckubis," he toss Loona the keys.
Blitz looked at his mate.
"You're not shocked that I dated Verosika?"
"Babe, I'm more shock that she dumped your ass instead of staying with you, oh well her lose is my gain,"
Blitz blushed as he looked away from Striker.
"Well I did steal her credit cards and shit,"
"True, still if she hadn't left you I wouldn't have you so I guess it worked out in the end huh?"
Blitz smiled as he lean closer towards Striker purring in delight, happy to hear that at least someone wasn't shocked he dated Verosika.
"You're gonna show me off aren't you?"
"Yep, gotta show that bitch what she lost and what I gain,"
The two looked at each other before laughing a little.
Blitz couldn't help but agree with Striker he and Verosika may have ended but he got Striker and he's glad to have him.
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A/N: hope you guys enjoy this little drabble also don't forget to Stream Butter !!! Okay don't forget to send me some Blotzstrike prompts ^^
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One of the Boys - Rafe Cameron
Request: Hi I’m so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I can request maybe a blurb or headcanon where the reader is basically the Kie of the 3 main kooks (Topper, Kelce, Rafe) if you want to add maybe a more special relationship can it be reader x Rafe? Just really fluffy supportive/protective friendship between the 4. Like maybe y/n has gone off on Ward and tried to fight Sarah after finding out she cheated on Top, maybe she basically lives with Kelce he doesn’t like being alone & his are absent?
A/N: I made this a headcanon cause I’ve never done one before and wanted to try it out...😬
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-You knew there were rumors surrounding your friendship with Rafe, Kelce, and Topper
-Three perfectly attractive guys
-All mostly single
-And you
-Hanging out with them ALL the time
-There were rumors and you’d heard all of them
-Usually that you were sleeping with one of them
-Or all of them
-You’d heard plenty of poly rumors
-And yeah, they were definitely hot enough that anyone of them could pull anyone they wanted
-But that wasn’t you
-Even if you had a massive soft spot for Rafe
-You had known all of them too long and too well to compromise something with a relationship
-You and Kelce met first.
-Kindergarten.
-Back when he was talkative and energetic and open.
-Feels like a lifetime now but you can still remember being assigned his desk buddy.
-It was a few years later
-After the elementary schools on the Eight combined for middle
-that you met Topper
-Topper and Kelce were inseparable and you had no choice but to be best friends with the blond as well
-It was Top that introduced both of you to Rafe
-Kelce wasn’t always thrilled with the older boy
-You knew your best friend long enough to know when he didn’t like someone
-And he didn’t like Rafe
-But Rafe was friends with Topper and Kelce was friends with Topper and that was that
-You didn’t tell Kelce cause he was having a hard enough time but you had a crush on Rafe
-A MASSIVE crush
-The biggest crush imaginable
-But you swallowed that down almost immediately
-You couldn’t betray Kelce
-In eighth grade Kelce’s parents divorced and his mom got remarried
-Some asshole who made up for his shitty treatment of his family by constantly taking Kelce’s mom on trips
-The divorce was the last straw for his dad and when he walked out he didn’t come back
-Your own parents had never stopped living their couples’ life and you were usually home alone
-Which meant you and Kelce usually stayed at one or the others house
-Sometimes Topper and Rafe
-Not that Kelce was thrilled to see Rafe show up at your house for days at a time
-Once during a week alone
-With Kelce on vacation with the Thornton’s
-Rafe showed up
-You swore to Kelce when he heard about it later that it was nothing
-Just friends
-But maybe the rumors were true
-Cause you and Rafe were apparently just friends who now hooked up on occasion
-Not that you told anyone EVER
-You were to Topper what Kelce was to Rafe
-More indifferent about each other
-Until Sarah broke his heart
-When she showed her face again at the Island Club you practically snapped
-Okay
-You literally snapped
-Like Rafe having to grab you around the waist and haul you off snapped
-Screaming that she was a cheater
-”How fucking dare you show your face here”
-”Go back to your fucking pogue friends”
-A little extreme maybe but you didn’t even realize how pissed you were
-The last time you’d freaked like that was after Rafe told you his dad kicked him out
-Thankfully you hadn’t been in the same vicinity as Ward
-You might’ve choked him
-Rafe had calmed you down that time too
-”You need to chill the fuck out kid,”
-”I am chill.”
-You weren’t though
-Rumors were whatever
-People could say what they wanted about you
-You didn’t care if they thought you were sleeping with all the guys
-And frankly it wasn’t a rumor when they decided to gossip about you and Rafe
-But you ABSOLUTELY lost it when they talked about the boys
-Like an over-protective mom or something
-They were your best friends
-And yeah they were definitely morons sometimes
-But you still defended them
-Even when they were wrong
-You were always willing to stick your neck out for them
-And you knew they would do the same for you
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New Angel - Chapter 18
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"I can't believe you brought me here." Millie sighed, shaking her head slightly but grabbing a ball anyway. "I can't play, you know it!"
"You mentioned not being good at golf, and at football, but you never said anything about bowling." I argued, trying not to smile too much.
"I mentioned sports in general!" she let out a bit louder. "I suck at all of them."
This time, I couldn't help my lips from curling big. It was finally friday and also the fifth day Millie and I were spending together. It was insane how fast time seemed to pass when we were together but I liked it. I also liked the fact that she was ready to follow me in my stupid ideas, and I was happy to follow her in her crazy ones. I had had many friendships in my life but nothing ever felt like this one. I was trying new things, learning things too, and even discovering things about myself that I don't think I would have found out without Millie's help. I knew it wouldn't always be entertaining the way this week had been but it could definitely be enriching forever.
"You can do it! I believe in you!" I let out, half-joking.
She raised her nose up and grimaced before shaking her head. "Don't be money on me, you'll quickly become poor."
I chuckled and she turned around, grabbing the ball and throwing it in the alley. It rolled around and quickly reached the gutter, making me press my lips together as I tried not to laugh. Okay, maybe she really sucked at it.
"Okay, this is confirmed." Millie let out as she walked up to me. "Bowling is still a sport. I suck at it."
I laughed and finally got up, waking up to her and grabbing a ball too. I was not the best at bowling but I was not so bad either, and I grabbed her arm on my way, bringing her with me. I handed her the ball and she frowned for half a second before grabbing it and I turned her around, placing her hands on the ball. She allowed me to move her fingers, staring at what I was doing and licking her lips. It made me smile more and I kept my hand over hers.
"Okay fist off, you need to relax a bit. You're way too tensed. You need to stay relaxed when you give the swing." I explained slowly, waiting a few seconds. "God, Mill, relax!"
She sighed but I finally felt her relax against me as I pressed my body slightly more against hers.
"Now you need to line up and not just throw the ball and hope it'll find the right way."
Millie's shoulders fell and she turned to me, frowning at me. It made me chuckle again and she raised her eyebrows.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"No," I argued. "I think you expect to be bad at it so you put zero effort in it."
This time, her traits softened and she licked her lips again without answering my comment. "Okay, and what else?"
"Your swing needs to be relaxed, but when you finally throw the ball, you need to some power. Aim for the middle. Oh, and twist your wrist on the left. Not too much, just enough, okay?"
"This is too much information at the same time."
"Come on, Mill. You can do it."
I took a few steps back but kept my eyes on her as she breathed in and out before finally throwing the ball. Instead to get in the gutter, it rolled in the alley and hit two pins that feel down. Millie turned around swiftly, her brown hair moving around her body, and threw her arms in the air, letting her head fall back slightly.
"Yes! I'm the bowling queen!"
I crossed my arms on my chest and started laughing at her reaction. Some people turned around to look at us and I rolled my eyes, a smile still spread on my lips.
"Yea yea, I'm still gonna win."
We kept playing for a while and even if I won all the games, she was getting better and better and for some reason, it made me proud of her. We walked back to my car and as I was driving home, I saw her took her shoes off and bring her feet on the seat, wrapping her arms around her knees.
"Maybe someday, we can go try playing golf together." she explained, making me raise my eyebrows in surprised before I glanced at her. "If you're ready to teach me, of course."
"Yea! Yea of course!"
She sent me a bigger smile and leaned her cheek on her knees, still looking at me. "Cool, you're a good teacher, and I actually had fun."
"That was the goal."
As soon as we walked back in the apartment, she walked to the kitchen and I rushed to my room, grabbing a pack of cards and joining her as she put two beers on the table along with a bottle of vodka. We sat in front of each other and I started dealing the cards.
It was a ritual we had with Louis on every friday night but even if we hadn't talked about it together, neither of us had expected Louis to be there. He was barely at the apartment anyway these days and the fact that Millie still had feelings for him made me think it was actually better that way. We both knew he was spending all his time at his girlfriend's but we didn't mention it. In fact, we hadn't talked about Louis, Grace or Summer at all on that day either and I was fine with it. We could spend time filling the lists and all of that during the weekend... or never.
Millie pushed her empty beer away and filled our shot glasses with vodka. We swallowed it at the same time and I saw her eyes water.
"Don't drink too much." I pointed out, my lips curling on the right. "We're having a party tomorrow night, and also you won't be able to see your cards."
Millie laughed louder than expected and she shrugged a shoulder. "I probably won't get drunk tomorrow, to make sure everyone's safe."
"That's very mature of you." I replied with a small smile. "Now show me what you got."
Her eyes met mine and her lips curled into a cheeky smile. "Are you ready to lose?"
Just as I was about to answer, we heard the front door open and we both jumped slightly, not expecting it. Louis frowned when he entered the kitchen and after a few seconds, his face changed. Maybe I should have felt guilty for doing something with Millie that he was normally a part of, but I didn't.
"Shit, it's friday already?" he asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning closer. "Why didn't you guys remind me?"
"We just thought you were busy." Millie mentioned, shrugging a shoulder and looking at the cards in her hands.
"Maybe I could invite El?" he asked, ignoring her innuendo. "She could play with us."
"No, she can not." my best friend quickly replied before I could say anything.
"Fuck off Millie, why are you acting like that?"
I kicked my friend under the table and cleared my throat to catch Louis' attention but his eyes never left Millie who wouldn't even blink.
"What Millie means is that it's a thing we had only the three of us, you know?" I tried to explain calmly. "It's our thing, and adding someone would just not work."
It took over a minute for Louis to finally move his body back, his hands sliding on the table before they fell on each side of him. I could feel anger emanating of him and I didn't really understand what made him so mad. After all, he was the one who was never here, he was the one who literally dropped us for his girlfriend, and he was the one who broke Millie's heart. If anything, we should be the angry ones.
"Well apparently, you guys don't need me anymore."
I was expecting him to storm off but it's Millie who got up quickly, her chair making an annoying noise as it rubbed against the floor.
"You're the one who doesn't need us anymore, Louis!" she pointed out, making my heart jump in my chest. "So you know what? You fuck off!"
Quickly, Millie threw her cards on the table and grabbed the bottle of vodka, rushing out of the kitchen. i jumped again when she closed the door of her room roughly and slowly got up, shaking my head and leaning myself with my hands on the table.
"Did you really propose to bring your girlfriend here? Are you stupid of what?"
i was talking low but I knew he totally heard how pissed I was with the tone of my voice.
"Shut up, Niall!" Louis quickly replied, his voice louder than mine. He searched for something in his pocket and shook it between his fingers. I frowned slightly until I realized it was Millie's list and my lips parted.
"You didn't have the right to read this." I pointed out, my heart skipping a beat.
"Oh yea? Well Millie forgot it in the living room!"
It was definitely an accident and somehow, I thought it could have just slipped out of her pocket when we were watching tv. She probably didn't know it was there and even if she did, she probably thought Louis wouldn't come back for a while and that it was safe. I knew it was wrong of me to blame him for checking a random paper but I was mad anyway.
"That is none of your business!" I let out, trying to snatch the paper out of his hand.
He pulled away just in time and I breathed in, trying to remain calm. "This is my fucking business! My name is all over it!" he argued.
"That doesn't make it your business!"
I was getting even angrier and at the same time, I just wanted to leave and join Millie. It was her I should be with instead to be arguing with Louis, which was most likely useless anyway.
"Oh but it's your business, right? Because you think I was not good enough for her! You think she deserves better than me!"
In a rough movement, Louis threw the list on the table and I quickly grabbed it tight as I remembered what I had written on it.
"She does! She fucking does, okay!" I almost yelled. "You didn't treat her the way she deserves! She deserves better!"
"And who's better, Horan? Uh? Who's better for her? You?"
The way he said the last word was like a slap in the face and without thinking, I moved my upper body back, still staring at him. I didn't want to pick sides at first but now I had done it without even thinking about it. I looked at my best friend and felt my heart drop in my chest. We were both fighting for no good reason and I hated it. I licked my lips and breathed in deeply before sighing.
"Look, I'm not gonna fight with you, okay?" I let out in a softer tone. "You and Millie... you went through something, and she needs time. Which works because you're busy too. I just want to be there for her, okay? Don't take it so personal."
"How can I not?" Louis pointed out, still a bit mad. "This is my name! This is me you're talking about!"
I sighed again and shook my head. "Just.. go find your girlfriend, okay? I'll see you at the party tomorrow."
Louis' eyes moved up and down on me and finally sighed too. "Yea, it's better I leave for now."
Without an other word, he walked to his room probably to grab a few things and I waited until I heard the front door close again. I walked to my room to get changed and turned all the lights off before walking to until Millie's door, knocking gently on it.
"Mill, can I come in?"
It took a few seconds and I heard the door unlock before it opened. Millie stood in front of me, staring in my eyes, and I noticed she got changed too. We stared at each other for a while and I raised my eyebrows, making her sigh but move away to let me in.
We ended up laying in her bed, under the covers, facing each other, and I kept silent for a while. Her eyes seemed to shine with the lights coming from her window and I realized she had been tearing up, maybe she even shed a few tears.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm.. I'm at that point where my heart aches because I love him but I know he's not meant for me. I know I was not happy with him. I know that what we had was not what a love relationship should be. And... realizing that hurts, too."
I let my eyes room on her face and it made me think about Grace. Perhaps I was exactly at that same place when it came to my ex girlfriend and although it did hurt, I was slowly getting used to it. Maybe I should give Summer a chance, after all? It was not good to stick or hang on to something like the relationship I had with Grace, or the one Millie had with Louis. We should both seek something better and I knew it. Happiness was possible, it just needed a bigger effort.
"That's a first step in the right direction." I explained in a whisper. "You're doing great, I'm super proud of you."
Millie's lips curled in a grateful smile and she pressed her lips together.
"Thank you. I'm proud of you too."" she murmured back. "You're gonna sleep here with me?"
"If you want me to." I proposed with a shrug as she nodded quickly. "Then I will."
She reached for the lamp near her bed and turned the light off before laying back down in bed. I started thinking about Summer and how I never really gave her a chance. I didn't love her but I really liked her. She was a pretty and sweet girl and I had no idea why I was rejecting her over and over again. I knew I needed time to make a choice but the more I was thinking about it, the more I knew my choice wouldn't be Grace.
"Niall?"
"Mm?"
"You're never gonna leave, right?" she breathed out, taking me out of my thoughts.
"Where do you want me to go?"
"You know what I mean." she whispered again, making my eyes flutter open. I kept blinking a few times until I could see her shadow in the dark. "I lost Louis, I don't want to lose you, too."
I reached for her hand on the mattress and squeezed her fingers as tight as I could. "I'm never gonna leave, I promise. I'll always be there for you."
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Helluva Dad Vol. 1: Murder Family
"Dad, dad, dad! Wake up, dad!"
Striker grunted as he covered his head with his pillow, but it was no use as the intruder hopped on his bed. "Kiddo, unless there's a wild animal or a homeless drunk inside the house, go away and let me sleep."
"Daaad, you promised that you'd take me along to the living world this time!"
Striker took a peek at the clock on his bedside table. "Not at 5:36 AM, boy. Couldn't you wait until I'm actually awake?"
"What am I supposed to do 'till then?"
"I don't know, use your imagination."
"But dad-" Out of patience, Striker bared his teeth at his son, tail rattling. Jake raised his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving."
Once the door closed shut, Striker went back to sleep… For about thirty seconds, that is, until the door slammed open and Jake jumped into his bed again, screaming in fright and knocking the air out of his father.
"What the fuck, Jake?!" Striker all but shrieked.
"There's a spider in the living room!"
"... What?"
"Spider!"
"And why didn't you squash it?!"
"It's a big spider!"
Striker's eye twitched. With an irritated grunt, he got off the bed, rolled up a porno magazine on his bedside drawer, and stomped his way towards the living room, Jake trailing closely behind.
"I can't believe it, A son of mine is afraid of a tiny, insignificant…" Striker trailed off and stopped in the doorway. A hog-sized hellantula was tearing the couch apart with big, sharp mandibles. "Boy, go get the rifle."
Once the issue with the spider was taken care of, Striker found himself unable to go back to sleep after the fiasco, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a big cup of black coffee before making breakfast. Thankfully, Blitzo wasn't inside his fridge this time around, though he made a mental note to go get some more groceries.
As he served the fried eggs and wild hog bacon, Jake walked into the kitchen. He was covered in sweat like he had spent an hour lifting five-ton weights. "Dad, wouldn't it have been easier if we cut up the spider's carcass and take it out piece by piece?" he whined.
"And make a bigger mess I'll have to clean up? No, thank you." Striker placed one of the plates in front of his son. Jake frowned.
"Puaj. Tomato."
"Stop complaining and eat, boy. It's good for you."
They are in silence for the first few minutes. Striker would subtly glance in Jake's direction every now and then, smirking internally at the boy's expressions while he begrudgingly ate his vegetables.
"So, ready for today?" he asked casually.
Jake's expression brightened. "How's the living world like? Is it cool? Does it look anything like hell?"
"You could say so. The only difference is that there are humans living there instead of demons."
"Humans? What are those?"
"Well, you've seen the clients at I.M.P, right? They used to be humans during their lifetime. When they died, they came to Hell and became Sinner demons because they did bad things in life. However, some of them have..." Striker toyed with his bacon as he thought of a proper word. "...pending business with someone in the living world. Our job is to finish that business in the client's stead.
"So… The people who go to I.M.P. are dead humans who want to fuck up someone who fucked them up in the living world?"
Striker snapped his fingers. "Bingo. You're getting the hang of it, kid."
"Hey, dad, think I could use the-?"
"No."
"Hey, you didn't let me finish!"
"Sorry, kiddo. I thought you were going to ask if you could use the blessing-tipped rifle." Striker replied, his eyes reflecting off the knife he was using to butter his toast.
Jake laughed nervously. "Speaking of which-"
"No."
"Come on, dad! When will you let me use those?"
"When you're ready, not a second sooner."
"And when will I be ready?"
Striker dropped his fork to place a hand on Jake's shoulder. "We'll both know. Until then, finish your breakfast."
*HB*
"Moxxie, stop shaking. You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!"
"Wow, I feel so loved here."
Striker watched, uninterested, as Moxxie pointed the crossbow with shaking arms at a photo depicting a human family. "If this were real, he'd already been dead."
"You're not helping, Striker," Millie growled before focusing back on Moxxie. "Just take a deep breath, and let it out."
"But it's a family. Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?"
"Who knows? Maybe if that's what the client wants." Striker said matter-of-factly as he polished his pistol.
Moxxie wasn't convinced. "Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family. That's understandable. But to eradicate an entire innocent-seemingly in this instance-upper middle-class family bloodline?"
Loona frowned. "Hey!" You don't know they're innocent! This kid probably sets dogs on fire, maybe this girl gets off bullying Australian kids online, and this guy…"
"That guy definitely watches," Jake added grimly.
"Couldn't have said it better, little guy." Loona shared a fist bump with the impling.
"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties. It's why so many of them end up here."
"But-"
Striker had enough. "Allow me, Mildred." he stomped his way to Moxxie and picked him up by the throat. "Look, wimp, guilty and innocent aren't our business. We're assassins, not charity workers. Killing a target," he swiftly aimed his pistol at the photo and fired a clean shot at the woman's face, leaving a hole in its wake. His point made clear, Striker locked gazes with Moxxie, hissing. "Now pick a bloody target before I throw you out the window."
Moxxie fell to the ground with a loud thud. Millie handed him the crossbow again; he aimed the tip of the arrow at the father's face, trying to imagine it was Striker.
"I just think it's a bit excessive and we could be a bit more selective, is all."
Blitzo slammed the door open at that precise moment, startling Moxxie into firing the arrow. It bounced all around the room, hitting the computer, making a second hole on the photograph, and striking the bottom of the eel tank. Moxie jumped into Millie's arms while Striker quickly picked Jake up from the eel tank when he noticed it wobbling.
"Daad, I nearly had it!"
Blitzo caught the arrow just before it struck the client's skull. "...our newest client!"
The eel tank fell and shattered, spilling its contents all over the floor. The eels burst into electricity, setting the entirety of the room on fire.
Striker frowned at Jake, who was stunned into silence. "To think that could have been you."
"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!"
They were forced to evacuate the building as the firefighters arrived and did their job. Striker was sure that this little incident didn't leave a good impression on the client, but surprisingly she didn't cancel. Guess she really wanted that person 86'd.
"Way to go, jughead," Jake told Moxxie sarcastically as they watched the firefighters carry the eels into their truck.
"Shut up, you little brat," Moxxie murmured.
Millie frowned at him. "Mox, don't talk to Jake like that!"
"He started it!" Striker rolled his eyes. Moxxie is 'supposed to be the adult who shouldn't stomp down to a child's level.
Wait a minute. "Did anyone save the fancy book?"
"You mean our only ticket to the other side?" Luna slipped out the blue, fancy-looking tome from her clothing without bothering to look up from her hellphone. "Yeah, got it."
"And that's why you're my favorite, Loonie!"
"I thought my dad was your favorite." Jake pointed out.
"Who says I can't have two favorite people? Your dad's my favorite employee and Loonie here's my favorite adopted daughter. You get a tweat now!"
Millie drew the chalk pentagram on the nearby wall. The lines glowed an eerie red color as the circle expanded and the area inside transformed into a forest. The portal was open.
"Cool! Can I draw it the next time?"
"Maybe. Let's get this over with."
Striker would never admit it out loud, but he found these trips to the living world… relaxing. The air smelled cleaner, like trees and nature instead of sulfur, ash, and lava-like Wrath. Its landscapes were more varied, prettier, and calm, at least compared to Hell's ecosystems. This place was particularly breathtaking; a wide lake surrounded by forest and mountains with the sun setting, giving the sky reddish colors that reminded Striker of Bombproof's mane.
Jake seemed to be having similar thoughts. The impling was looking all over the place, eyes wide. "Whoah…"
"Hey, hey, hold your horses!" Striker picked his son up by the shirt before he could dart into the woods. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I wanna look around, dad! This place is so neat!"
"It's your first time on the surface, right? Don't worry, Jakey!" Blitzo pulled Jake into a hug. "Just stick close to uncle Blitz and everything will be fine!"
"Sides, you and I got a very important job! We're going to keep an eye on... Well, the house, just in case something goes wrong!"
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Millie, I might be a kid but I'm not stupid."
"Oh, I know you aren't, Jakey." Millie chirped, ruffling the boy's hair.
Blitzo, Striker, and Moxxie silently moved closer to the house and leaned against the wall. The former two peeked through the window. It seemed like a normal-looking household with a mom, dad, and two kids. The target was coming out of the kitchen, platter in both hands.
"That's gotta be her." Blitzo chuckled darkly. "Ready to do your cowboy thing, Striker?"
As he was about to point his rifle, Striker glanced sideways to Moxxie. The cowboy sneered. "Actually, Blitz, this one's far too easy. We should let Moxxie have her."
Moxxie blinked. "Me?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, I don't see another Moxxie around here, do you?"
"He's right, Mox. This one's simple enough for you to handle."
Moxxie's face fell after peering into the house. "It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital."
"You snooze, you lose, Mox."
Striker readied his rifle, taking a few steps back to aim. He set his eyes on the blonde human female, licking his lips in anticipation. "I've got you, bitch."
"Wait, are we actually killing a family?" Moxxie asked.
"No, don't be a puss. We're just killing a mother." Striker positioned the rifle as it clicked.
"Yeah, we're ruining a family," Blitzo added cheerily.
"B-But… hold on, hold on. Let's just think about it."
He was pulling the trigger when the rifle was suddenly pushed upwards. The movement made the bullet miss its target by a few inches, hitting a mirror instead.
"Why, you-!" Striker grabbed Moxxie's throat, hissing and rattling his tail.
"What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" Blitzo snapped. Moxxie seemed to go into a panic attack of sorts, prompting Striker to release him.
"I'm sorry!" he cried, tears in his eyes. "They just seemed so wholesome and happy, I panicked!"
Striker rubbed his temple, murmuring under his breath while Blitzo facepalmed. "Get the fuck over it, you baby dick-!"
PAM!
Striker roared in pain as a bullet blasted through the wall, hitting him in the arm. He gripped the wound as blood scurried out of the wound. Fuck, and on his aiming arm!
"New hole! Scatter!"
"Dad!"
Jake's voice brought Striker out of his daze. The last thing he saw before something struck his head was Millie picking his son up and fleeing the scene. Everything went black afterward.
…
As consciousness returned, Striker felt as if he had been trampled over by a stampede. His head hurt like hell and his wounded arm was no better. He tried to move but found himself unable to. Something was binding his hands behind his torso.
"Striker! Wake up, partner!"
"Wha…? Moxxie?" As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, Striker realized he was tied up in a bizarre chair, hands tightly bound behind his back. Moxxie was in a similar dilemma on the chair to his right. "What the fuck?!"
"Thank satan you're awake! We're in deep shit!"
"You think?" Striker hissed. "Moxxie, I swear, if those bloody humans don't kill you, I will!"
"Hey, you can't blame me for us getting caught!"
"Oh, really? None of this would be happening if I had hit the target and been done with it! God damn it, Moxxie, I had a clean shot and you made me miss!"
"H-How can you kill a mother and leave orphaned children when you have a kid yourself?!"
"Because that's what we were paid for, for Satan's sake!"
They could have continued to argue if it weren't for the two presences in the room. As they looked around, they saw the two kids from before. He might have confused the little shits with implings if they had horns and red skin; their glowing red eyes and devious sharp grins would make the sadistic smirks of the Princes of Hell look like nervous smiles.
Moxxie chuckled nervously. "Well hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?"
The children spoke simultaneously in a low, almost inhuman voice. "It's nice to have new critters to play with."
If he didn't know any better, Striker might have thought they were in the Cannibal Colony back in Hell. The entire room was adorned with human heads, limbs, and even organs. The 'food' on the table consisted of a roasted fully-grown man with livers and kidneys as side dishes.
"Moxxie, when we're out of this ordeal, I'm going to fucking pummel you." Striker hissed.
They struggled against the ropes, but the kids had made a surprisingly good job with those knots. They were good enough to impress even Striker himself, and he was an ace when it came to tying up knots. Sadly, there was little he could do with an injured arm and Moxxie's wimpy little arms were hopeless. Striker growled. If only he could reach his knife…
A light outside the window caught his eye. Then a second appeared, then a third, fourth, as if someone was lighting up torches. Striker paled.
"Jake!"
"Millie!"
Both imps shared a concerned glance. The girl pulled out a serrated knife on Moxxie; to Striker's surprise, the wimp pushed the chair backward and fell on top of her. He took advantage of the distraction, using his tail to pull his knife out of his boot and expertly slice through the ropes. Once free, Striker sent the boy flying against the wall with a kick. Moxxie, too, had managed to free himself with the girl's own knife.
Striker tipped his hat with his good arm. "Not bad, wimp."
"Can you move?"
"I'm not limp, it's just a scratch." Striker wrapped his red bandanna around the wound and pulled out his pistol. "Now let's blow a hole through that bitch's skull."
*HB*
Jake had never been so frightened in his entire life. Well, maybe that time when he nearly got eaten by a serpent, but it was different. At least his father had been there to save him. But this time it was him who got hurt and there was nothing Jake could do to help. He tried to save Millie when she got K.O.'d, but he stood no chance against a fully-grown human and was knocked out as well. When he regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a stake in-between Millie and Blitzo.
"Striker had that fucking shot. Goddammit, Moxxie."
The crazy woman was cackling evilly as she held up a torch. "Satan! We return your filthy creatures back to the pits of Hell! May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy work!"
The torch landed a few feet away from the logs, setting them aflame. The fire rose up around them as Martha laughed maniacally… until she realized they weren't screeching in agony. Blitzo snorted.
"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't actually hurt us, but I mean I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard."
Jake blinked. "She's a dude?"
"Grown-up stuff, kiddo. You should ask your daddy about it."
"Well, I'll just shoot you in your smart ass mouth!" Jake gulped as Martha pulled out a rifle on them.
"That would be more effective."
"Blitzo!"
Jake closed his eyes shut, whimpering as he heard the familiar click on the rifle. There were two gunshots, but he heard no screams from Blitzo, Millie, or his own throat, and no searing pain. Jake opened an eye warily. There were two smoking holes in the sockets where Martha's eyes once were. Her body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
A few steps back were none other than Moxxie and dad, both holding their pistols.
"Moxxie! Striker!"
"Dad!"
"You're not getting your god damn paycheck for this one, Moxxie!"
As Moxxie untied the ropes, Jake jumped right into his father's embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck. Meanwhile, Moxxie and Millie hugged and nuzzled each other affectionately.
"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise."
"Apology accepted." Blitzo pulled Moxxie into a hug, but Striker noticed he was whispering something threatening (apparently), judging by Moxxie's expression.
He waited until Blitzo let go to punch Moxxie with such force that he fell to the ground.
"What the fuck, Striker?!"
"I keep my promises, Mox."
*HB*
Striker wasn't very fond of parties. Frankly, he just wanted to go home, fall to his bed, and sleep, but Jake begged him to stay a little longer to eat cake. After what the boy just went through, he didn't have the heart to say no, so he conceded. Besides, the look on Moxxie's face was fun to look at. He had no idea what put the wimp in such a mood, but he had the feeling it had to do with what remained of the target's bloodline.
"You sure you can ride back home with that arm? I wouldn't like to lose my best shooting asset!" Blitzo protested as he climbed onto Bombproof's saddle, Jake seated in front of him.
"Big deal, it's just a scratch. Nothin' to worry about, Blitz." Striker grabbed the reins with his good arm, the injured one resting on a sling.
Bombproof moved at a slow pace, so it'd take them longer than usual to get home. Millie had once suggested that he and Jake move to Imp City; there was a vacant apartment in the building she and Moxxie lived in and she'd be thrilled at the idea of being neighbors (Moxxie, of course, didn't share the sentiment). Striker regretfully declined the offer (to Moxxie's relief). He was a country person at heart and would rather stay in Wrath. Besides, he wanted his son to experience the ups and downs of rural life.
A loud yawn made him look down. "Tired?"
"No, just resting my eyes," Jake said simply, but the exhaustion in his voice said otherwise. Striker chuckled.
"How about you 'rest yer eyes' for a while, then? I'll wake you up when we get home."
"Really, dad, I'm not tired…" Jake trailed off as he leaned back against his father, resting his chest against his chest.
Striker smiled a bit as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Surely not, kiddo. Surely not."
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Mirror Sex with Frank
A/n: gif is not mine! Here’s the next Kinkmas for you guys! I know you’ll love this one so much more. Or at least I hope you will.
Warnings: smut! So much smut! Sex in front of a mirror. Mentions of being self conscious.
Descriptions: you’re having a bad day for the first time in a while (that Frank knows of) and he can’t just let you go on like this.
Word count: 2313
Standing in front of the mirror you tugged at the little black dress that you were wearing, picking at each one of your flaws as you begged for it to stop hugging your hips. It was practically suffocating you in your imagination. Something you really couldn't deal with right now. Especially when you had 2 hours left before you would be leaving to attend your reservation with your fiancé for your 2 year anniversary. With Mary at her new friends house actually enjoying a sleepover, now had been the best time to schedule a special anniversary dinner.
It didn't look right, if it was possible the material was shrinking against your skin with every second that went by, causing you to spot even more flaws in your appearance. No matter how hard you tried to will yourself to move it just wouldn't happen. And it was only a matter of time before the tears began to fall from your eyes.
The sound of sniffling had been what had alerted Frank. The fact that you, his fiancé /love of his life, was concerning him the most. Which was why he had practically rushed to his and your shared bedroom with a sympathetic look on his face. But nothing had prepared him for what he saw.
There you were, standing in front of the body length long mirror analysing your ever curve and sobbing as you did. As you continued to break down in front of the mirror Frank could feel his hear shatter in his chest. The thought of something going on in that pretty brain of yours hurt him. Especially since he had no idea what you were crying about.
With gentle feet, Frank tiptoed over to you. Careful not to startle you too much as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he waited for your reaction. Yet all you did was lean into you. Curling your body into his arms whilst continuing to sob as you did.
In the 5 minutes that he'd be holding you, neither of you had made any attempt to speak. Frank had no idea what to do or say, especially since he was terrified of what you were going to say. Scared to once again have to hear you speak ill of yourself.
Frank hated hearing you speak about how badly you detested yourself. It wasn't the easiest of things to hear, but with you it was different. You were the love of his life and the only person, besides Mary, that he found truly perfect in every way. How could you ever think that you were anything less then perfect? It just didn't make sense and it probably never would.
After what felt like hours, most likely minuets, Frank finally found the strength to speak. Still not ready to hear why you were crying but he was as ready as he could be to console you as much as he physically could. "Baby.......speak to me...what's going on...why are you crying?" He whispered softly into your ear, placing a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear as he pulled you closer to his chest. Close enough that his crotch was pressing snug against your ass. Something that shouldn't have felt as erotic as he did. Especially since he was attempting to comfort you.
"T-this dress...." you choked out, barely managing to even speak at all due to the tears that were currently continuing to fall from your eyes, your chest beginning to burn from just how emotional you really were. Surely this couldn't be good for your mental health.
Without a second thought Frank raised his head from your shoulder, glancing up and down your beautiful figure with a soft smile on his face. To him you were perfect, always would be. From head to toe you were stunning. More so thanks to your precious little curves in the dress. If only you could have seen what was going on inside his head. He needed you to be able to see what he saw. "What's wrong with the dress baby? I think you look perfect" he declared, letting his hands go to your waist as he pulled your ass closer to his crotch, allowing you to feel the erection that was steadily forming in his pants just from looking at your form causing you to gasp ever so slightly at his sudden eagerness.
"You have no idea what you do to me baby...your body, your personality, your beautiful face, and oh god that laugh of yours....every little thing about you drives me crazy baby...why don't you see what I see? You're perfect" he soothed, rutting into your ass ever so slightly, his grip tightening on your hips ever so slightly so that you couldn't escape unless you forced him to get off. Of course if you told him to then he would but right now you were objecting. In fact you seemed to be enjoying his forwardness ever so slightly since you were grinding your ass back into him causing the both of you to moan out in equal amount of pleasure.
"T-he dress is too tight..." you whined whilst grinding your ass into his crotch continuously.
Frank kept grinding into you as moan after moan left his lips, keeping himself close to you as his right hand began a trail down to the hem of your dress, tugging it up so it was resting on your hips. The bunched up fabric dug into your hips for several second before finally tearing as it reached it maximum stretch. Nore you or Frank seemed to care as this point.
"Not tight anymore is it baby?" He teased, playfully letting his right hand begin to rub at your clothed pussy slowly at first to test your wetness. But as your eyes fluttered shut his hand came to a startling stop, his left hand opting to send a light smack to your left ass cheek before he smirked.
"Eyes on the baby or I'll stop." He whispered into your ear as he slowly began pushing your panties down your legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap before working at his belt to free his erection from the confinement's of the fabric. All the while his right hand palmed at your already soaked pussy, pulling moans from your already gorgeous mouth.
“Haven’t even touched her probably yet and she’s already crying for me isn’t she? Such pretty little pussy. How could you ever feel self conscious baby when you’re so fucking beautiful? Look at you..your face is so gorgeous when you’re in such a state of bliss. You’re just so fucking perfect you have no idea what you do to me. This wet pussy right here is gonna be the death of me” he stated, all the while letting his thumb work at your clit with hard circles, letting you revel in the pleasure for a couple more seconds before pulling away. Way too eager now, as you whimper and rived in his arms, attempting to buck up into his hand to regain that pleasure you’d had several seconds before.
“Relax baby, I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy soon.” Frank grinned.
Frank was transfixed on the way your features contorted into a look of pure ecstasy just from his hand being on your aching core. You were soaked and he hadn't even sank himself inside of you yet. That's what he truly admired about you, your body always reacted to him so perfectly. There really was no need for you to feel so insecure around Frank but it was clear that you didn't know that. So he was going to make it his mission to make sure you realised just how perfect you were. Even if that meant showing you.
"You're perfect y/n. You have no need to be worried about how you look...you're perfect to me" he whispered into your ear whilst pushing his boxers down to the floor. It was clear he had no intentions of foreplay since you guys were in quite a rush as it was. But who cared? Frank just wanted to make sure that you were okay, after all he loved you more then you’d ever know. All he wanted was to show you how perfect you were. Even if you didn’t believe him now, he was sure as hell going to make you believe him no matter how long it took.
Whilst slowly pumping his rock hard cock in his hand Frank leaned in, breath got against the back of your neck. “Keep your eyes on yourself whilst I fuck you okay baby? Want you to watch yourself and see what I see.” He whispered gently into your ear before his eyes ran down your body, stopping as he noticed your soaked cunt practically begging for attention.
You nodded frantically, hoping that he’d give you the attention you so longed for. Who would have thought just a couple moments ago you were crying into your hands, now you were turned on just from the idea of having to watch yourself through the mirror as your fiancé fucked you from behind. “Please Frank......baby....I need you” you begged.
It was at this point where he just couldn’t wait any longer. His throbbing cock was pretty much begging to be inside of you and right now he just couldn’t deny you or him the pleasure that he was about to bring you.
So in a matter of seconds he was lining himself up with your entrance, not bothering with any type of contraception since the two do you were trying for w baby anyway. Within two seconds Frank was already pushing inside of you, mouth agape as he slid home inside you.
“Fuck” you both moaned as your eyes fluttered shut for a milli second, resulting in a harsh smack to your ass. Yelping in shock you turned around slightly, eye to e yet with your fiancé who was still refusing to move inside of you.
“Eyes on the mirror beautiful. Want you to watch yourself getting fucked. Then you’ll see just how perfect you are” he growled, harshly turning your head so that it was now back in the centre, forcing your eyes back on you. And only then did he begin to fuck you at an almost animalistic pace.
“Watch yourself baby, watch how your face moves in pleasure. Don’t you dare look away!” He growled as he continued to thrust into you.
“I—I won’t.....look away” you replied whilst still struggling to stare.
It was quite the difficult task to maintain eye contact with yourself as you were being pounded from behind. Gazing at yourself as you moaned or winced at the slight pain was almost enough you make you cringe. But you fought the urge to look away, too afraid that Frank would stop his assault on your already aching pussy if you looked away. And that in itself was something you really didn’t want to happen. Especially since you were visibly enjoying the moment.
Frank, on the other hand, was visibly getting off on watching you struggle to keep up with instruction. His pace quickening as he felt your walls clench at his length with incredible strength , practically warning him that you were gonna cum soon. Which was why his right hand went back down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles around it as he did.
“You gonna cum baby? Can feel your pussy clinging to my cock...fuck you’re so greedy for my cock aren’t you?” He asked, pretty much expecting you to just ignore his question, but to his shock you actually replied with a “yes daddy” making him fuck you even harder then he had been before (if that was even possible at this point.)
The knot in your belly was tightening further and further with every thrust of his hips, causing you to cry out and beg for him to fuck you as your hands grabbed at the mirror in order to steady yourself. But after a couple more thrusts you were a goner, finally falling over that edge into the wonders of your strongest orgasm yet, causing you to scream a prayer of Franks name.
Frank gasped gently as he watched your features scrunch up into a look of pure ecstasy with every move that he made. His thrusts turning sloppy before he finally spilled his warm seed into your bowl throbbing cunt.
It had been 10 minutes before Frank had scooped you up into his arms after pulling out, laying you on the bed and just getting in between your legs. If you’d have thought that this was over then you were terribly mistaken. All plans for dinner out the window by this point as your fiancé pulled your legs apart, beginning to kiss up your right leg.
“How could you hate yourself when you’re so beautiful and so perfect baby? Look at you, already so fucked out from my cock inside you” he mumbled in between each kiss that he placed to the inside of your thigh, working his way up until he was face to face with your still throbbing cunt.
“Fuck.....” he groaned as he watched his cum dribble out of your cunt, forcing the blood to once again rush back to his cock as his touch ran along your slick folds. Collecting a mix of both his and your cum, moaning at the salty sweet taste of your cum mixed with his. God he really wouldn’t ever get enough of you your sweet little pussy.
“Call the restaurant and cancel our reservation, I’m happy just eating you for dinner” he grumbled before hitting home again between your thighs.
You were in for a long night.
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hey i've got a joke for you. it's 2036 and it goes like this: newt geiszler walks into a bar.
he takes out the elastic holding his hair back so it falls around his face; the best disguise he accidentally let happen (besides his new last name, which is the opposite of an accident, but in some ways he will always be newton geiszler, dr. geiszler, period). but he walks into a bar. when he takes a stool the bartender asks him what he'd like, and he says just a water, please. she looks at him with a very special sort of sympathy, and she's wrong, but also right in a way that's impossible to explain. she brings him a water. thanks, says newt geiszler, and sits, looking at it, listening to the sounds of the place and its people, thinking. he has not been in a bar for almost a year. he has not been in a bar like this for over ten. no one here is wearing a watch over $50. the woman next to him turns and nods. holding on to that last chip, huh? her voice is deep, and in the back of his mind, he feels a little safer already. no, says newt geiszler, a dry laugh making its way into the sentence, nope. he pauses, then admits, i think if i even got close enough to smell any of it, i'd throw up. or start crying. it's sort of a russian roulette these days. he takes a sip of water to shut himself up, but she just nods again. yeah. i can see how that might get complicated. he watches her notice the blue-white-pink pin on his jacket. i'm millie, she says. i like your pin. it's new, newt geiszler doesn't say, they threw the old one out along with the others. instead he smiles. thanks. i like your hair. she runs a hand through the cherry-red cloud dotted with butterfly-shaped clips and lets it bounce a little. and your ring, she notes. you got someone? the thought of his husband brings a smile like clockwork. yeah. my husband. we got married earlier this year. that's great, she says. then the smile tilts down. you okay, then? got a way home? he snorts. i drove here. i plan on being fine enough to drive back. but i appreciate it. okay, she says. you seem like a nice guy. wanted to ask. so your husband, she continues, how'd you meet? well where to fucking begin with that, thinks newt geiszler. work, he decides to say, we were colleagues. didn't see eye to eye, at first, but y'know how that can change. she laughs. it clearly did! and you ended up dating? something unwanted twists in the pit of newt geiszler's stomach. uh. not exactly. some stuff happened. we lost touch for a while. i wasn't really, he searches for something, finds nothing, and allows himself the joke, myself. ah. she presses her lips together. hence the water? sure, replies newt geiszler, hence the water. i was... stuck for a while with... someone, i guess, who was pretty bad. and it's sort of... taking a bit to let go of that. yikes, says millie, yeah. i'm sorry. he pulls the sleeve of his jacket down subconsciously, but the movement draws her eye. they leave a mark on you, huh. not a question. newt nods. yeah. it's fucked, y'know? how so?, she asks, and he sighs. us- we spend our whole lives trying to make ourselves what we want to be; clothes and hormones and hair and all that shit, but we're left miles behind when getting hurt. the feeling isn't the same, if you're cis. you never had to prove this body was yours. we did. we still do. god, she says, yeah. tell me about it. the shit i've got in my bag right now could take down an elephant. it's really fucked. newt geiszler rubs a hand over his face, feeling the scratch of his beard. you could always take the bus, he jokes. she gets it after a moment and smiles. honk honk. your husband, though? he helping? newt geiszler grins. he's the one that got me out of there. millie puts a hand over her heart. that's romantic as shit. i'm really happy for you. thanks. out of nowhere, but showing the movement clearly, she takes his hand. hey. it's rough out there. has been, likely will be for a while. but you seem like tough stuff, so i'm gonna let you in on something: we are a strong fucking stock. you come from a history and community literally founded on the idea of rebirth. and something that each and every one of us gets to learn is that there is no permanence. that mark won't be there forever. it can become something new, and so can you. you aren't the same person they hurt, and that's a really good thing! it means you've learned, and grown, and found your people! you can't change what they did to you- that's not how time or healing works- but you can turn it into something else. you can understand that pain, just like people, is a contradiction, and this can exist as both a horrible, horrible thing, and proof that you are a survivor. and a goddamn badass. and somebody the universe wants to keep around. so, says millie, giving his hand a rough squeeze, that's your mark. it's ugly. but it can be beautiful, too. it can be anything you want it to be. she lets go of his hand and hops off the stool, grabbing her purse. before i go, she says, you never told me your name? newt geiszler swallows down the thing in the back of his throat and lets it settle gently back inside him. he smiles. call me newt.
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Fusion au drabble, this one’s kind of set before the whole Robo Fizz and Striker working together drabble.
Warnings for stalking behavior mentioned.
Monday morning for the IMP group was off to a roaring start it seemed. Partly because traffic had been a literal hell on the way over to the office. But mainly it was the dead body at their office door that the team found when they finally got to the office.
This wasn't the first time something had been left at the IMP office door. There were threatening notes, and during separate occasions there had been shit in front of the door. So finding unpleasant things was not weird.
But this was new.
Being use to see dead bodies in general, the four did recover from the surprise and Blitz poked at the body with the tip of his boot.
"Any one know who this poor bastard is?" Blitz asked.
"No one I know." Millie said.
"Me either." Moxxie said.
Loona sniffed the air around the body.
"Weird..." she said.
"What is it, Loony?" Blitz asked.
Loona frowned.
"I've been smelling this scent near the office for awhile." Loona said. "I recognize it because it smells very distinct too/"
"For how long?" Moxxie asked.
"At least a month." Loona said. "I didn't think it was important."
Blitz frowned slightly, trying to put together pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit just yet.
" Might not be." Blitz said.
Millie, who had been getting a closer look at the body to see if there was any id on the dead imp spoke.
"There's a note." Millie said.
She picked the note up, a small scrap of paper that was speckled with dried blood. A quick glance at a word on the scrap of paper
"Blitz... this was meant for you." Millie said.
Millie handed the paper scrap to Blitz. Reading it Blitz saw his name was written on the paper scrap.
Unfolding the scrap Blitz was expecting among a few things. A threat, some sort of taunt, maybe even a warning. Instead the note simply said "Got your back.". Drawn on the note was a little winking face.
Blitz wasn't sure what to make of this. It didn't read like something very negative. So why did this give Blitz a really bad feeling in the pit of his stomach?
It wouldn't be long before Blitz found out who had left the body and the note.
Blitz saw Robo Fizz again that night. It was when Blitz was outside his and Loona's home, throwing a bag of trash onto the street. Who needed to take time to go to the trash cans after all. No one gave a shit about that sort of thing in hell.
Really, the imps who lived on this street were lucky that Blitz was taking the time to drag the trash off the building steps throw the trash off to the side of the stairs for it wouldn't block the stairs. He had just threw the bag over the side of the stairs and was moving to head back inside when he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see Robo Fizz.
"Hey there, Blitz." Robo Fizz said.
Blitz yelped and stumbled back. That action almost ended with him falling backwards down the steps. But one of Robo Fizz's arms extended and caught Blitz before his head hit the step. Hitting the step like that would had been a nasty wound if he had been allowed to fall. The knowledge of that left him breathless a moment.
Robo Fizz pulled Blitz up to a more upright position, one where he would not fall when Robo Fizz let go of him.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Blitz hissed, senses back.
He was mentally assessing this situation now. And it didn't look great. For one thing Robo Fizz was between him and the door. And now it appeared Robo Fizz knew where he lived too. Shit.
Blitz kept his distance from Robo Fizz, though not moving down the stairs backwards like moments before. He didn't want to give Robo Fizz a reason to put his hands on him again.
Robo Fizz tilted his head at Blitz.
"Why am I here? I just wanted to see if you got my note." Robo Blitz said.
Well that answered the mystery of the random body. This information didn't make any of it better.
"Don't leave shit like bodies at my door." Blitz snarled "And stop stalking me."
"They were stalking you too." Robo Fizz said.
"So you admit you're stalkin- wait, what?" Blitz said.
Robo Fizz nodded. He stepped closer to Blitz. Blitz almost backed up but remembered the steps. He didn't need to go down the steps though as at Blitz's expression Robo Fizz stopped.
"You're afraid of the wrong person. The guy I left at your door, he was stalking you. Had been for a couple of days." Robo Fizz said.
Blitz frowned, still going to move down the stairs. He just wished he had had his back to the door instead of to the street. He wanted to put something between him and Robo Fizz. Even with this new claim on Robo Fizz's part.
Chances were he was lying. But then... Loona did say she had smelled the same scent around for about a month. So there was a possibility that Robo Fizz was telling the truth.
"I've seen more the one person watching you, this is just the first time I left a body." Robo Fizz continue to say. "And more then one attempting to break into your office or home. Don't worry, I stopped them."
"You're making up shit." Blitz said, not quite sure of his words. "The imp you killed probably was just some homeless guy."
Robo Fizz frowned.
"You don't believe me." he said.
"No shit." Blitz replied.
Robo Fizz suddenly seemed just a bit more upset.
"You should believe me! You need to believe me. You need me... to keep you safe." Robo Fizz said.
Ah, there it was. Blitz was a lot more sure his theory that this body was just some random imp was feeling a bit stronger.
"Yeah, sure. Question is who is going to keep you away from me?" Blitz said.
Robo Fizz laughed.
"Oh Blitz, there is no keeping me away from you. Which is good, because I'm going to keep a sensor out for you. Make sure that you stay safe here. Admit it Blitz.."
Robo Fizz leaned in, his sharp teeth showing in a full toothy grin.
"There is no getting rid of me."
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