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A brother's duty. // Husband!Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Aegon seemed to have noticed how much his younger brother, Aemond, fancies you, as a self proclaimed caring older brother, he decides to fulfill that role by giving Aemond what he wants, which is you.

WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader, dubious consent, threesome, m/m/f, dacryphilia, rough sex, manhandling, slight humiliation, degrading, double penetration, mentions of infidelity (aegon visiting brothels), slight misogyny, breeding kink, tiddy sucking, oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), pussy drunk aemond, lactation kink, cum eating, anal sex, lmk if I missed any! + not proofread.

WC: 4.7k

A/N: the anal sex in this isn't "realistic" aka no prior preparation so please don't come at me and go ''that isn't how anal sex works 😡😡😡 you have to do blah blah blah'' ik but this is just a work of fiction so pls just enjoy it // divider credits: @cafekitsune

“Aemond, do you perhaps fancy my wife?” Aegon tilts his head to the side, questioning his brother as they sit together in the library, quietly reading, of course, until the short pale haired man decided to break the silence.

“Brother, this is no place for such discussions.” Aemond tries dodging the question, but Aegon simply rolls his eyes grunting loudly in displeasure, “Just answer the question.” Aegon says annoyed and Aemond pursues his lip, lost deep in thought.

“What if I say ‘yes’?” Aemond asks, “Then I'd have your head for that.” Aegon smiles which makes Aemond shift uncomfortably in his seat, “Come on! I was kidding, do you really think I'd kill my own blood-related brother over a woman?” Aegon laughs loudly and Aemond sighs but he furrows his brows, “She is your wife.” Aemond states sternly, but Aegon shrugs, “And you are my brother.” He replies.

Aemond lets out another heavy sigh, hoping that he'd escape this situation he'd somehow gotten into, “So?” Aegon pushes further, poking at Aemond to answer the question and Aemond hums in irritance before being fed up and answering Aegon's question. “Yes, I do fancy your wife.” He admits, slightly ashamed.

Aemond was a man of the faith, believing in the faith of the seven, and according to the scripture, desiring a woman is a carnal sin, diabolical if she's a married woman, abysmal if she's your own brother's wife.

But Aemond couldn't help it, it's as if though the gods were testing him, not only were you pleasant on the eye but you were also very polite and had the same interests as him, and most probably the only woman — besides his sister — who was not disgusted after seeing his injury.

He knew he had to stop developing an interest towards you once he found out that you were being married to Aegon, but for some inexplicable reason; that only made him want you more, perhaps it was the label of you being ‘forbidden’ that enticed him further, making him yearn to get the taste of the forbidden fruit more than ever.

How he had wished that it was him instead, the one getting married to you, he wished it was he who fucked you, he wished it was him who got you pregnant, he wished it was his babe you waddled all around the red keep with, he wished it was his child that you had given birth to.

But those were nothing more than just wishes, wishes that would never come true, unless a miracle happens.

“That wasn't hard now was it?” Aegon's voice snaps Aemond out of his train of thoughts and Aemond simply hums, “Why did you ask such a question?” Aemond inquires curiously and Aegon smirks at him, “I may not be sober most of the time but the way you stare at her doesn't go unnoticed, your desire burns deep for her doesn't it? I've especially taken note of it when she was pregnant with my child, your eye never left her womb.” He answers and Aemond rolls his eye.

The atmosphere is filled with silence once again as Aemond continues to silently read his book.

“I would've let you fuck her if you had asked me to.” that statement which left Aegon's mouth made Aemond choke on his spit as he stared at him wide eyed, shocked at what he had just said, “Pardon?” Aemond gazes at Aegon confusedly, and Aegon gets a thrill out of this, watching his brother be flustered.

“I said what I said, you could've just told me so, you're my brother Aemond, how do you think I will ever turn any of your requests down?” Aegon says it so casually, as if he was giving an item that belonged to him which Aemond had always wanted so badly, except you weren't an item or an object.

Aemond remains silent, unable to talk because of how baffled he was, but Aegon pressed on, “Don't you wanna feel her cunt around your cock?” This makes Aemond slam his book down and get up, and Aegon raises his hands in surrender, “It was merely an offer, I wouldn't mind sharing her with you, we've shared whores before.” Aegon tries justifying his reasoning and Aemond scoffs, “But she is no whore, she is your wife, you should treat her with respect.” he replies agitated.

“Enough with the sterness, reply plainly, do you want to fuck her or no? I won't ever bring it up ever again if you say no, we'll pretend we never had this conversation.” Aegon sighs before raising his eyebrow.

Aemond swallows thickly, should he take this chance? He always yearned for you so badly, it's like the opportunity presented itself; he could seize it, but he was in a dilemma, not wanting you to face such disrespect, your self respect will be obliterated to pieces, you'd be drowning in self shame.

You were a very dignified lady, a woman who carried herself confidently no matter what, this is why you weren't even affected when Aegon still visited the brothels. As long as the word didn't get out, you were fine with it. You simply did your duty as a wife and a mother. He couldn't imagine you allowing him to fuck you and ruin your honour.

“Decide fast brother, I have to leave soon, it's been a while since I laid with my wife, the maesters had told me to give her a break for a minimum of six weeks, yet eight weeks have passed, my cock craves her cunt so desperately.” Aegon speaks explicitly, and Aemond's breath hitches in his throat, imagining what your cunt would be like. “Then why do you visit the brothels if you seem to like her so much?” He questions, trying to change topics, “That's cause she can't satiate my depravities, otherwise I wouldn't even be visiting those wenches anymore.” Aegon talks as though it was a minor inconvenience.

“Either way, decide quickly.” Aegon urges and Aemond swallows.

He opens his mouths to reject it, but for some odd reasons his mind forms a explicit thought of burying his cock inside your cunt which causes his cock to stir slightly, the blood flowing to it at the mere thought of fucking you.

‘No Aemond, she is your sister in law, your brother's wife, you cannot let this desire succumb you.’

‘But didn't you want this for a long time? Imagine how her cunt would weep when you'd shove your cock into it hm? Her breasts bouncing up and down while you thrust into her.’

He swallows thickly, those internal arguments happening in the span of seconds before he has had enough and made up his mind.

“Yes, I want to fuck her.”

The babe in your arms cooed as you rocked him gently — caressing his chubby cheeks with your thumb as he slowly fell asleep due to your movements, “He's cute isn't he?” You ask the servant that was in charge of him and she nodded, smiling at you.

“Yes princess, the more he grows, the more he resembles his father, Prince Aegon.” She gives her commentary and you give her a small smile and slightly nod your head. The babe finally closes its eyes, going into slumber and you chuckle at his cuteness, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, just then, the door the nursery opens which reveals ser criston cole.

You were confused as to why the kingsguard was here himself, “Prince Aegon has sent me in search for you, he is calling you to his chambers.” Those words were enough to clarify the situation. He wanted to lay with you, “I'll be there in a minute.” you reply and he nods, you give the babe to the servant before smoothening your dress, and leaving the nursery.

You reach your martial chambers quickly, you turn around to thank Cole and dismiss him, you then open the door to the chambers and shut them just as quickly, taking a deep breath before turning around and venturing deeper into the room.

You spot Aegon sitting in his chair, but what was odd was that he was accompanied by Aemond, who you've meet occasionally and had nothing but a positive opinion on about, you were confused on what he was doing here.

Maybe Aegon did not want to lay with you? Maybe Aegon was trying to get closer to his brother for having a bond of a family? You knew how strongly bonded these brothers are, especially since after whatever happened at driftmark, so it wouldn't be weird to assume that Aegon is trying to get you and Aemond to become good friends.

“Ah, wife.” Aegon gets up from his chair, coming over to hug you, and you return it awkwardly, knowing that Aemond is in the same room, Aegon chuckles at your awkwardness. He quickly gets behind you, pushing you forward until you're right in front of Aemond who stares at you from below, all the while Aegon nuzzles his face into your neck.

You're confused not knowing what's happening, “Brother, undo her front laces.” Aegon commands and you furrow your brows immediately, baffled at how Aegon was behaving, perhaps he had drunk too much? You felt bad for Aemond, probably stuck in this unwanted situation, you try to give him an escape route but you are surprised when his warm knuckles graze against your collarbones as his fingers hook underneath your laces, beginning to pull them apart.

You were perplexed by his actions, not knowing what to do, you grip his arm from further undoing the laces but Aegon forcefully pulls your hands back, holding both of them behind you as Aemond pulls off the corset.

You were wearing a dress with no sleeves, but that did not mean you went completely shoulderless, your shift and chemise beneath you acted as the sleeve’s replacement, so when Aemond undoes the laces that were holding your long gown up, it immediately plummets to the floor, leaving you in your chemise.

Aegon nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, taking in your scent while placing small kisses on your shoulder, still not letting go of your hands, “Darling, I hope you don't mind Aemond joining us today, he had admitted to me that he fancies you, and as his older brother, it is in my responsibility that i take care of my brothers needs.” Aegon coos into your ear and you bite your lip, you are about to respond but you are interrupted by your own gasp when you feel Aemond caress your breasts, squeezing the flesh and playing with them.

“I'm afraid— I don't understand?.” You reply confusedly, staring at Aemond play with the mounds of your breasts, and Aegon chuckles into your ear pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I'm simply allowing him to wet his dick inside your cunt.” Aegon puts it plainly, making you bite your lip in shame; all the while Aemond's hand slowly travels up your thigh, underneath your chemise, before it disappears inside; reaching your core.

You squeal when you feel him pinch your clit before he stroked small circles onto it.

“W-why?” You question, trying to free your hands from Aegon's grip but he doesn't budge, but instead watches with amusement as his brother's hand brings out such reactions from you, you whimper as Aemond's finger travels down your slit and to your opening.

“It's my duty as his older brother.” Aegon replies nonchalantly, Aegon loosens his grip momentarily, changing his grip so he can hold both of your hands in one of his. His free hand lifts your chemise up, as he peeks from over your shoulder to see what his brother's hand was doing to your cunt, he chuckles mockingly when he sees your juices dripping from in between your legs.

“Look at her leaking yeah? Her cunt is literally weeping.” Aegon comments and you clench your eyes shut because of the humiliation you are feeling, your husband is parading you out like a whore for his younger brother, and Aemond— whom you've thought of so highly— is letting this happen while participating in the act.

You gasp when you feel one of Aemond's finger enter you, your walls tightly clamping around his finger which makes him grunt, “Fuck you're squeezing my fingers.” He breathlessly says. Aemond suckles on your neck, biting your sensitive spot which makes you whimper. Aegon finally lets go of your hands and then holds you by your waist before rubbing his cock against your ass.

Aemond's finger trail over the spongy spot inside of you, that makes you let out a moan and he takes note of this and presses against that area that causes you to tremble in pleasure, your hands fly up to his shoulders to balance yourself, though you knew you wouldn't fall, Aegon was holding from behind after all.

You were trapped between these two men, both of them peppering kisses on the opposite sides of your neck making you feel dizzy so you rest your head on Aegon’s shoulder, revealing more of your neck for the men to claim.

Aemond adds another finger inside you, stretching you out whilst providing you pleasure, his fingers skillfully grazing your spongy spot, constantly hitting it with precision.

You didn't even feel your peak approaching; it was ripped out of you so suddenly, you let out a loud moan of Aemond's name, clenching onto his shoulders extremely tightly, tears streaming down your cheeks at the intensity of your peak. Aegon's warm tongue glides over your face, collecting your tears on his tongue and licking at them.

You feel Aemond pull his fingers out of you, and you watch with hooded eyes as he puts them in his mouth, licking your essence up before he hums in delight, before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself.

You are surprised when you are pulled away from him by Aegon, he lifts you up hurriedly and carries you over to the bed before harshly throwing you on it, he is quick to undress, taking off his breeches and undergarments, getting completely naked and harshly grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His hands rip apart your chemise in a hurry, before he forcefully spreads apart your legs and positions himself in between, he gives you no warning before roughly shoving himself inside you, that make you slightly shriek in pain but eventually the pain fades, he moves in and out of you fast paced, ramming into your hole with such an intensity that it has you seeing stars.

“Are you jealous?” Aemond taunts Aegon and Aegon rolls his eyes, “No, I just couldn't hold back anymore, I've missed her cunt so much.” He replies to the taunt and Aemond chuckles, undoing his own breeches, freeing his cock from its confines. “Can I use her mouth?” He asks Aegon and Aegon grunts, “Do whatever the fuck you want with her.” he thrusts brutally into you.

You feel the space next to your head sink and you look over slightly only to be face to face with Aemond's cock, it forms a shadow over your face under the candle lights, you gasp when you see it physically throb. You've never seen that before.

He uses that slight opening as a chance, hooking his thumb in your mouth and spreading your mouth open before pushing his cock inside your mouth, you are taken aback by this and try to pull away but Aemond holds your head in place before shoving himself inside your mouth further, his tip caresses the back of your throat, which makes you gag on his cock, but that only further provides additional pleasure as he groans.

“Seven hells—” Aemond grumbles, his hand hold your hand as he thrusts into your mouth, thumb caressing the outline of his cock that forms in your throat when he pushes as the way, your eyes well up with tears and soon you're panting for air that makes you involuntarily suck on his cock, Aegon's thrusts from downwards make your body jolt upwards, taking more of Aemond's cock.

Aemond suddenly pulls out which makes you suck a sharp breath automatically, “Easy there sweetheart.” Aemond coos and you pant heavily staring at him with doe eyes, “I'll shove it once again alright? Breathe— through your nose— fuckkk.” Aemond instructs as he shoves his dick inside your mouth again, but this time you're prepared so you follow his instructions.

You hollow your cheeks which makes him grunt in satisfaction, “Good girl.” Aemond compliments you, which causes your cunt to clench around Aegon's cock, to which he responds by a chuckle, “Guess she liked that brother, she's squeezing the fuck out of me.” Aegon talks to his brother and Aemond hums in response, Aegon's thrusts speed up, that constantly hit your sweet spot, he bends forwards and takes one of your breast in your mouth, suckling on the nipple and soon– beads of white droplets begin to come out, directly into his mouth that makes him suck more harshly, enjoying the taste of your sweet milk.

“She's lactating? Fuck I wanna have a taste.” Aemond moans, noticing how the milk started to drip from the sides of Aegon's mouth.

Aegon's tip constantly caresses your spongy part, which causes something to tighten in your stomach before it eventually snaps, causing you to cry out in ecstasy and choke on Aemond's dick.

The sensation of your throat tightening around his cock makes Aemond finish as well, he shoots his load down your throat which you have no option but to swallow, and soon— Aegon is finishing inside, painting your inner walls white.

He pulls out immediately after, falling forward onto you and positioning you in such a way that he is able to suckle more, Aemond joins him soon after; shuffling and turning down to take your free breast into his mouth.

You couldn't help but whine as the two brothers suckled on each of your breasts, your recent high made you even more susceptible to sensitivity, yet you couldn't help but caress their heads gently, Aemond clamped his teeth down on to your nipple hardly which made you wince; but he later soothed the area with the wetness of his tongue. Aegon on the other hand was more careful to not graze his teeth against your sensitive buds, only using his tongue and swirling it around your swollen bud.

Aemond let's go with a wet pop, cleaning up the milk and sat up straight before tugging you, this displeased Aegon who wasn't done yet, but he had to let go, Aegon watches as Aemond settles in between your legs before he crawls down, by then Aegon had already caught on to what he was doing, and assisted him by holding you against his chest, your back pressed against him tightly, meanwhile you on the other hand; had no idea what Aemond was about to do.

“Aemond what are you— huh? Ahhh!—” You ended up squealing in surprise when you felt him place his wet tongue on your clit— you tried to shut your legs from the embarrassment but Aegon held them open— so you could only watch helplessly as Aemond gave kitten licks to your clit, which undoubtedly made you feel pleasure.

He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit before fully engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the flesh as if he's starving, Aegon's cock is already beginning to harden again as he witnessed such a depraved act.

Aemond groaned when he felt Aegon's seed in his mouth — which he sucked out of you — but he didn't let it stop from devouring you, his tongue licked through your folds before he sucked on your clit and let go of it with a pop before repeating the motion all over again, you unknowingly pushed his face further into your cunt, which made him moan knowing how desperate you were for him, the moan caused additional vibrations which sent pleasure through your body in waves.

You rested your head on Aegon's shoulder as you watched Aemond continue his ministrations, Aegon turned your head slightly before he connected his lips with yours and you moaned into the kiss.

The familiar feeling of the tightness began to form in your stomach again and you break the kiss with Aegon and start to hump Aemond's face involuntarily; trying to just desperately reach your high.

“You're such a fucking whore do you know that? You look so desperate humping your face against his face.” Aegon coos meanly into your ear and you whine, staring at him with teary eyes and he smirks meanly, pulling your hair harshly, “Whore.” He degrades you and your bottom lips tremble as you are about to start crying, but you aren't able to when your peak hits you at the same moment, making you moan in pleasure instead.

Aegon mockingly smiles at you, “Here I thought that you were a prim and proper lady, hell— you don't even let me do these things to you, but maybe my judgement was wrong, maybe you're a whore from the silk street disguised as a lady.” He accuses you meanly, you shake your head no at his accusation while trying to calm down from your high.

Aemond doesn't say anything to that, but simply sits up, and shifts positions once again, pulling you off Aegon and onto his lap instead, you cry onto his shoulders and he simply coos at you, he caresses your hair to calm you down, “Goodness brother, you've made her cry.” Aemond sneers at Aegon who just shrugs his shoulders. “I've only stated what I've observed.” He replies and you whimper.

“All of that aside— do you think she can take us both? In one hole.” Aegon speaks before Aemond could come up with a response and you furrow your brows, and Aemond is lost deep in thought, “We'll have to test it out.” Aemond responds and you push back, immediately staring at him wide eyes but Aemond just pecks your lips.

He lays down, taking you along with him, one hand holding you against him while the other is grabbing your hips and sinking you down on his boner, you bite your lip at the delicious stretch, you're in a position where Aegon can clearly see your pussy stretching around Aemond's cock. Aegon straddles Aemond's knees and lines his cock against your entrance and you turn your head back to see what he was doing, his cock bumped with Aemond's before he found a slight opening to shove his cock into the same hole. “Ah—!” You let out a squeal from pain as you feel his tip intruding and stretching you far than you're capable of taking.

Aegon grows frustrated, not being able to enter his cock fully inside you as your walls clamp down, resisting furthermore intrudence, however that only makes Aemond's pleasure elevate as your walls squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck this, I'm taking her from the rear.” Aegon gives up pushing his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel his thumb poking and pushing inside your puckered hole on your behind. You cover your face with your hands ashamed but Aemond pulls them away before crunching upwards to kiss you on the lips.

Aegon collects your wetness that's dripping from your cunt and smears it on your slightly stretched out hole before doing the same with his cock and lining the tip with the entrance and slowly pushing it inside.

“Ahh— Aegon— wait– I don't think— hgh!” You squeal once his fully settles inside you, and you couldn't help but tremble from the burn of the stretch as he slowly started to move, tears streamed down your face when you felt Aemond move too.

You were feeling highly humiliated, how your dignity has now been sullied, though this encounter wouldn't get out; you knew you wouldn't be able to see Aemond in the same light again, you'd always think about this day whenever you'd encounter him, a dirty little secret you'll have to keep hidden from the realm.

You are pulled from your thoughts with a sharp thrust from both of them penetrating you, you couldn't stop it but moans slipped from your mouth like prayers, you gasped and choked while calling out their names, the position; the act; the pleasure and humiliation you were feeling all combined made you feel hot, and to your horror, the pain began to subside leading you to enjoy this act.

You clinged onto Aemond as the brothers both rammed into you at such a fast pace that made you see stars, you clenched your eyes shut at the new sensations they were making you feel, and soon you're moving in rhythm along with them.

“Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum.” Aegon grunts, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy, “Me too.” You tell him and Aemond takes that as a cue to thrust faster into you, his hips ramming against you, the sound of flesh slapping rapidly fills the room.

Once again, you're blinded by the pleasure that was ripped from you, you came with a loud moan just as simultaneously as Aegon did, he pulled out and came on your back, he couldn't help but watch in awe as his seed dripped down onto your ass cheeks.

Aemond's pace became slow and messy, indicating that he was near too, “I'm gonna cum inside you, get you pregnant alright? This time you'll carry my child, not Aegon's. I'll make sure of it.” He grunts out mindlessly, pressing you down tightly to his chest, and Aegon just snickers. “Only time will tell, Brother.” Aegon replies snarky.

And with that, Aemond finishes inside you, shooting his seed far up into your walls, and you just nod silently, processing his words, his grip loosens after he finishes you fall off him and onto the bed, and soon Aegon collapses tiredly as well.

You hoped silently, that this would be the last of it, and that you'll not have to do this again, though it was enjoyable— it was humiliating, you were not that kind of lady that indulges in such depravity, maybe you'll be able to forget this and move on as if it never happened.

You prayed to the gods desperately.

But the gods are cruel.

Such encounters became frequent, Aegon and Aemond were enjoying it too much to stop, and soon you eventually got used to the routine, yet you couldn't help but feel guilty when you'd go to the sept with Alicent, when she prays that Aemond can find a good match, when she talks about the proposals that came for Aemond to you, unbeknownst to the fact that her son was constantly fucking you and was way too obsessed with you to let go of you and marry another woman.

He'd began fuck you without Aegon being involved and when you told Aegon about it, he simply shrugged furthermore simply allowing him to do so, telling you that it was his duty as a brother to let Aemond have the things he wants, the very same excuse he used during the first time.

“So, what do you think about Floris Baratheon? Do you think she's a good match for you?” Alicents voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you stare at her, who is addressing Aemond, who seemed to be as disinterested as ever.

“She's decent.” He replies shortly before he turns his gaze to you, and you immediately avoid it, staring at Alicent instead who sighs in annoyance, soon; the feeling of stickiness between your legs—which you've tried to ignore— becomes more imminent the longer he stares at you.

And guilt overwhelms you, you didn't know why you were even joining this meeting with Alicent, you –infact– hated it, knowing that moments prior to this, you were fucking Aemond in the secret hallways of the keep.

And that his seed was currently dripping out of you.

— ! ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

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d10nyx · 4 months

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57 bc i want leon and chris to pin me down in a fight (also leon plspls)

note: no you're so real for that honestly. everytime i look at them in di i am overcome by the need to be thrown around like a ragdoll (ik nothing about fighting so pls excuse me)

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"Teach me how to fight."

As soon as those words left your mouth, Leon gave you an amused smile, tilting his head to the side curiously. He indulged you, of course, but you hadn't expected him to take it quite so seriously.

"Hands up. Little higher." He instructs, trying to get you into a proper fighting stance. "C'mon. Guard that pretty face of yours."

"Spread your legs." That one was definitely on purpose.

"Yeah, that's it. Gotta be able to shift your balance quickly, princess. Stay light on your feet. That's a good girl."

The way he's grinning at you, you know he's plotting something. You tilt your head at him, watching him closely.

"Ah, you're dropping your hands again." He scolds, gripping your wrists and raising your arms so you're guarding your face again.

A few more minutes of this, and he seems pleased enough with your progress that he actually lets you start to hit him. He blocks every attempt, a cocky smile making its way to his face.

"Leon, this isn't fair." You say after a few more minutes of this, dropping your arms to your sides. He raises a brow at you, taking a step closer.

"You wanted me to teach you." He replies, grabbing your arms, bringing them to cover your face again. "What, did you think we'd just have a cute little play fight, and I'd pin you to the couch?"

He gets into stance again, giving you a stupid little gesture as if to say 'come on'. You sigh and throw a punch, but he doesn't just deflect it this time. He catches your fist and twists your arm behind your back, pinning the front of your body to the wall.

"Is this what you wanted, babe?" He asks, pressing his body against the back of yours, his breath hot against your neck. He trails kisses along your neck, nipping at the skin with his teeth.

"Next time you say you want me to 'teach you how to fight', just tell me the truth."

#asks <3 #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy

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iamthat-iam · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/iamthat-iam/741499589853593600/hi-bry-i-hope-youre-doing-well-okay-brace

hiyaa, not that anon and also im not looking to "get" a relationship or anything, but rather i just have a question about your reply to the ask

when you told the anon to be aware of her made up character being in a relationship with the made up/illusionary love interest, can i ask what you mean by being aware of it? i know that what i (character) call "thinking" or "imaginining" is actually me (THAT, self, etc) seemingly living out that life or scenario. but what i don't understand is how do we be aware of that thing or scene or life, consistently?

basically like i said, im not looking to experience a relationship like the other anon but rather i just wanna observe an illusionary life where i (THAT, self) appears as a completely different human. of course, right now it is "experienced" because i'm aware of it rn. if i weren't aware of the beautiful, rich, popular character i wish to appear as, then i wouldnt be typing this ask ofc! so i'm not asking hOw Do i GeT, HoW dO i ExpEriEnce 😭😭😭 bc i understand all that. i just don't understand how to CONSISTENTLY be aware of the character i want to.

i daydream about it often (disclaimer, ik daydreaming is a concept and its all just self being aware but i couldnt figure out a less confusing way to word it) but eventually this current character has tasks and responsibilities it needs to tend to, which kinda occupy awareness. like if im doing dishes, in that moment im not aware of the life i want to be aware of cuz im sidetracked. so how do i get to the point where i am continuously aware of what i want? i cant sit and daydream ALL day (again i just could nawt find a better way to word it LMAO) so how do i decide what i'd like to experience and STICK myself to it, being aware consistently and not getting sidetracked by the other characters life (the one whos sending this rn)

Hi! So the first point I want to make is you are already effortlessly aware of EVERYTHING, no matter what appears to be happening. When you say "I'm aware of the character doing the dishes and not my desired character" this is misidentification. No, you don't need to "daydream" all day. What you truly are doesn't need to "persist" in making anything happen. Everything is already happening in the now.

Next point I want to make is there's nothing and no one here that's experiencing an "old life." You said you understand that daydreaming/imagination is the same as experiencing it, but you're still creating a duality when you say you get "sidetracked" from "being aware of the new life" with tasks the character has to do through out the day.

No one is truly here doing anything. There's nothing for you to "do", just BE. Stop paying attention to thoughts saying "well I'm doing the dishes that means I'm not aware of my dream life" or "i need to find time to daydream otherwise i can't live my dream life"

My advice for the other anon (and "you") is to do nothing. " " Is always experiencing “ " no matter what thoughts are saying. Don't attach yourself to them.

#how to be aware #awareness #consciousness

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aoki553 · 2 months

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IDK what ships you haven't talked about before... Uh... Terusai? Chiyomiko? Mikotori?

IK you've definitely talked about torisai but I'd like to hear what you have to say about that too lol.

OKAY SORRY FOR LATE REPLY BUT I HAD MY GF OVER i can finally reply to this ask (referencing this post) <

terusai - makes sense, doesn't compel me

i know where people are coming from with this one bc duh like it's very obvious but at the same time the dynamic is just.. not there for me. maybe its bc of my hyper specific taste. they work in canon but fanfic wise i'd have nothing to add myself. they are still quite awesome and an adorable duo who have their own supernatural abilities and struggle with them sometimes.

chiyomiko - makes sense(kinda), doesn't compel me

i get the concept but i just personally don't ship mikoto with anyone ig,, but they're probably the first femslash ship i could get behind if i really thought about it honestly. they're both obsessed with romance… the more i think about it the cuter it becomes, honestly. even as i'm writing this right now…

mikotori - doesn't make sense, doesn't compel me

this one is probably one of my biggest notps. they're awesome as friends but romantically it has nothing going on or interesting for me. i think the idea of mikoto being the one who could keep reita in check is hilarious though.

torisai - makes sense, compels me <333

haters will say it doesnt make sense but i heavily disagree. it doesnt matter to me if kusuo thinks of reita as human garbage with zero morals. they're a cute pair that develops past the "master and apprentice" thing and become friends. i see them as equals in a way, kusuo keeps reita away from trouble.. and their personalities just… WORK. GRGRGRH i wanna bite them and squeeze them "but uhkm saiki actually hates him so shut up dumbass (nerd emoji)" i just burped so loud mm

thank you for the ask and sorry for the wait!! (i have like 30 more unanswered asks i couldnt let this become one of them)

#alex rambles #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #terusai #mikotori #chiyomiko #torisai #toritsuka reita #the disastrous life of saiki k #ask

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Not so perfect little girl

a/n: i changed a little thing in the request and sorry for the lack of interaction between the twins and the R

*not my GIFs*

Wanda Maximoff x Sister!Reader x Pietro Maximoff; Clint Barton x Teen!Reader(platonic)

Request: Requested by [@darkstar225]

I'd like to request a comfort/hurt fic with Maximoff!Sister (You could do it as sibling if you don't feel comfy writing a female reader, sorry if you do) if possible, I don't find that many fics about this, especially with Pietro included 💀

The other Avengers could be platonic, maybe she/they have a bad day in school and get hurt and the others find out, tell Wanda (if she doesn't find out first and talks with Pietro about it) and try to make her feel better or just stay there with her, just a suggestion. Whatever you do ik I'll love, tysm for reading this and hope you have a nice day <3

Summary: You feel not enought...

Type: i tried to do a H/C

Warning: low self-estime(?)

word count: ~1300

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The Avengers were in the living room when a phone rang, and they stopped their activities to know whose phone rang. But they didn't have to search for long until Clint picked up his phone.

"Hello?" he said.

"Mr. Barton?" a man asked on the other side.

"Himself," Clint replied.

"I'm Mr. Johnson, the principal of Y/n" he said, and the archer started to worry. "I called you because we have a problem with Ms. Maximoff," your principal explained.

"Okay, I'm on my way," the archer said and immediately left the tower. During the trip to your school, he was very worried. When you came to New York with your siblings, Steve became their guardian, but you asked Clint to be yours; he was the only Avenger you were pretty close with at first. You started school for a few months now, and you have been a good student until the last few weeks.

You had been in Mr. Johnson's office for a moment before you heard knocks on his door. He walked to open the door, and your body tensed when you saw Clint. But the avenger tensed when he saw your state; you were covered in bruises and your lips were bleeding. He quickly ran to you after he greeted your principal to make sure you were okay.

"What's happened to her?" he asked worried at the other adult in the room.

"That's why you're here," Mr. Johnson said, taking a seat. "Y/n, started a fight against three other classmates," he explained, and Clint looked at him in shock.

"Wait, did you see her condition? Are you sure because, from what I see, she was the victim of her classmate." the Avenger said, and you chuckled.

"Mr. Barton, Y/n broke the nose of one of them; the ankle of the second, and the wrist of the last," he replied. "And two of them were guys from the football team." he added, and even if he knew he should be angry, Clint couldn't help but chuckle. "Listen, I know it seems funny, but I have to deal with six angry parents. I'm sorry, but I must expel Y/n for a week." he announced.

"What? But it wasn't my fault." you defended yourself.

"I would let it slide if it was the first time I saw you in this office, but unfortunately for both of us, it's not." your principal said, and the archer frowned his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"It's nothing." you said, but the man in front of you didn't think like you.

"Y/n spent the past few weeks skipping some classes and even detention." he admitted, and Clint was now looking at you. "I don't know what happened with her, but I'm sure she could use this week to think about her attitude." he added, and if glare could kill, your principal should be six feet underground now.

"I'm sorry, I'll talk with her about this." the Avenger, and after they said their goodbyes, you were now in Clint's car. There was a silence; he didn't start the car; you knew how long he waited, and honestly, you were too tired from the past few weeks to play with him.

"I'm sorry." you whispered, and he looked at you. "I shouldn't do that, but that's not my fault, I swear. I was with my friends, and one girl came to sit in front of me and started to say some hurtful things about Wanda and Pietro." you explained, and he nodded.

"And for the past few weeks?" he asked, and you didn't reply. He started the car, the drive to the tower was quiet when you arrived, he didn't unlock the doors. "So, are we talking now, or do you continue to act like a spoil child?" he asked, and you lowered your head.

"What do you expect to hear? I'm not the perfect little girl you want me to be." you replied, and he was shocked, not only by your words but also by your tone.

He placed his hand on your shoulder, and you met his gaze. "Who wants you to be a perfect little girl?" he asked, and the tears started to fall on your cheeks.

"Everyone." you admitted between sobs, "They always said I should do more, that I could do more. But what if I can't?" you said. Clint didn't say anything and just gave you a side hug. "I'm sorry." you said, and the archer pulled you away to look at you.

"Why?" he asked carefully.

"To not be enough," you replied, and instantly fell apart again. This time, his hug was tighter.

"You're enough Y/n" he said.

"But why does everyone have to say I should be more? Smarter because my sister is, or more athletic because my brother is? Or I should have powers because they both have." you said while you were crying.

"Hey little bunny, look at me." he ordered, and you looked at him. "I don't know who said that, but I can assure you they didn't know you. You don't have to move things with your mind or run faster than any arrow I could shoot to be someone. You're you. You're Y/n Maximoff; you don't have to be someone else." he said.

"How do you do that?" you asked him, and he frowned his eyebrows. "How you can fight among super soldiers, god, a man with an iron armor, enhanced people, a Hulk, and even your best friend have a little super serum, but you don’t seem to be a burden." you explained, and he laughed.

"Honestly, I don't know myself, but I think that's just why I'm training." he replied. "You don't have to be someone like them if you don't want, you can be just you. I'll always be here with you, we will be the only fully human beings in this group of super people," he smiled.

"And how should I be able to do what I want when every time someone or something reminds me what I should be." you replied, and he sighed.

"You know, I don't really trust in fate. But I start to think that maybe if life hadn't given you superpowers, it's not because you're not worthy or anything, no, I think life gave you a way to distance yourself from them. You don't have to be like them; you can be just you." he said, and you chuckled.

"I don't like superhero speeches," you replied, and he laughed.

"It was not really a superhero speech, more of a father speech." he said, and you cried again. "And if you really want to be an Avenger like them, I think Tony would be glad to make you a suit." he added, but you shook your head.

"If I become an Avenger, I want to be a hero like you. I don't need any armor." you said.

"You know I'm not someone you should take as an idol. I did bad things before being the man I am today." he said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I know, but you helped Natasha when she needed it, and you helped us too. I don't know, but I think if life decides to make me just a simple human, I think I could be a human hero, and I need to learn it from the best of them." you said, and he hugged you again.

"You're too kind," he said. "But you still expelled for one week, so you'll have to talk with them about this, and I'll see what we can do after that." he added, and you smiled. “Look at you; they didn’t miss you.”

“You should see the other guys” you joked, and he rolled his eyes. When he unlocked the car, you opened the door, but before you walked to the tower, you looked at him. "Thanks, Clint. You're the best second dad I could dream to have." you said, and you left.

In the car, Clint had tears in the corners of his eyes. He called Laura and told her about what had happened. "She called me her dad." he said, and Laura smiled.

"She's already a big sister for Cooper and Lila, so I'm not really surprised," his wife replied.

In the tower, you talked with Wanda and Pietro, and even if your brother teased you, they promised to never let you feel like you were not enough. They liked you just like you were—with or without power, you were still their baby sister.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x sister!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x platonic!reader #pietro maximoff x female reader #pietro maximoff x sister!reader #clint barton #clint barton x teen!reader #clint barton x platonic!reader #clint barton x reader #marvel fanfic #maximoff!reader #marvel fic

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kirkewrites · 1 month

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looking for more rp partners on discord!! would absolutely love another small town mumu (multimuse) or two, extra info about me & what i'm looking for under the cut!

hiya, thanks for clickin!! my name is mo! i'm 28, she/her, and i'm in the PST timezone! i'm exclusively looking for rp partners who are at least 21+ please (but preferably closer to my age)! i write on discord only in a private rp server (with tupperbox!) i'll make for us!! i looove organization and will make us some character & ship categories, as well as a town worldbuilding section, i'll also keep track of things like the in-game calendar and timelines in reference to our threads!! once i get invested in an rp, i'm IN THERE in there

i write all genders, but i only write f/f, m/f, and nb ships! i'm looking for writing partners who are similar in enjoying and wanting to write all genders (and who have equal muse for all their characters regardless of gender) as i'm interested in exploring multiple ships and characters! i am also looking for a partner who likes to write a wide variety of ages, as I enjoy writing characters anywhere between the ages of 20s-50s! i prefer using & being opposite by faceclaims with resources from films & tv (i'm not interested in opposites such as sabrina carpenter, harry styles, madison beer, and the like)

i'd love an rp partner who loves to worldbuild, plot, write headcanons (or do little rp memes), share inspo stuff, and chat ooc! pinterest boards and playlists are a bonus! i really enjoy building a friendship with my rp partners as well as a fun, collaborative writing experience! i would absolutely LOVE to create a small town with a new partner and come up with its location, the names of shops and other places, some NPC names, maybe plot up some town lore & history, ect, and fill it up with a bunch of diverse characters and relationships we can continue to add on to over time! i'm interested in exploring relationships of all kinds, including romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, ect! for example, new budding romances, exes on good and/or bad terms, toxic exes or relationships, old high school sweethearts, best friends, friends who fell out or grew apart, close siblings, sibling rivals, and just other fun and/or complicated connections ahoy! i just love multi-muses and being able to write a living, breathing town filled with characters who can all freely interact with each other!

because i'd love a slowly expanding cast of characters (maybe start with 2-3 characters each and go from there?), it's very preferable to me that replies stay on the shorter side, as in one paragraph or less (unless the thread is really plot significant or intense/emotional! ik those can get away for us length-wise LOL) this way we can prioritize quality over quantity, and actually get to see relationships & plots evolve over time in many threads rather than spend weeks or months on a single thread and never actually get to all the good stuff we've plotted. in my experience, it's way more fun to have an evolving mumu where replies take maybe 5-10 minutes to write, and it also allows us to keep the progress of the rp going at a continual pace, which keeps it fun, exciting, and fresh!

i am happy to write smut when the relationship/thread calls for it, and i also enjoy nsfw headcanons alongside sfw ones! i'd say i prefer a 80/20 story to smut ratio. i am also comfortable with most dark or complicated themes, but this will probably be case by case basis. i'm looking for a soap opera inspired town mumu, basically! a good variety mix of drama & intrigue, angst & fluff, smut & sweetness, tragedy & other dark themes, ect, but nothing too intensely or consistently dark or taboo

i'd consider myself to be a pretty active rp partner for the most part (i'm in college plus i work sporadic hours as a private tutor) and when replies are on the shorter side, i can usually do at least one set of replies (if we are writing multiple threads at a time, i personally enjoy writing 2 at a time!) a day, but likely more, and i'm down for rapid-fire sessions as well when i can! i prefer my partner to have similar activity (it's difficult for me to stay invested in an rp when it mostly just consists of hcs & shared inspo, and when there is very little actual writing happening), though i don't at ALL want my partner to feel pressured to write replies!! it's just a hobby, not a jobby! things happen & life gets busy! but i really appreciate communication and transparency with rp friends! just lmk what's up and i'll do the same for you! and if you can't do replies for some reason, i'm always happy to just chat ooc or do some inspo chatting or plotting!!

this got so long, if you read all of it ily! if you have any questions or are interested in all this shit by me, please send me an IM!! or if you like or comment on this ad, i'll reach out to you! ty!! if i don't reach out it's because i found something in your guidelines that i don't think is compatible with this plot ad (usually has to do with desired reply length being multi-paragraph/novella, listed low activity, if the blog is heavily smut-centric, or rules state exclusively wanting to write one gender or kind of ship) but if your guidelines are out of date pls feel free to reach out anyway!!

#discord 1x1 #1x1 #discord rp #1x1 mumu

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nopeferatu · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

OOF...well, since most of my favorite pieces of writing are eternal wips, I guess I'll just post the snippets here, haha. Please bear in mind that nearly all of them are over a year old, and none of them are very good—I do draw more than I write, after all. But I do dabble here and there and so yeah! This is some of that!

5. Untitled WIP

This is suuuper old, one of the first things I wrote after watching the movie again in early 2022 and falling deep down the rabbit hole. It's actually not that great and is pretty sad in it's entirety, so I tried to grab the better chunk, haha. Try, if you can, to mind the first person pov—I know better now.

It's been years and I still really miss you, Jack. All I known in life is the feeling a missing you. You think I'd get used to the feeling, what with all them months and miles between us in the before times, but this missing you runs so much deeper than these tired bones have ever known before.

Yanno how you said your Mama believed in the Pentecost? She ever tell you 'bout that Bible story, how God made Adam and Eve? It goes like this—the Lord took a big pile a sand and breathed into it to make Adam, then he took Adam's rib and from it, went on to make Eve.

Was thinking on it the other day and figured, what if that's how God made the two a us? What if he breathed life into a pile a horse shit, then when I came up, took my rib, put it in a rodeo fuck up and sent the two a us out to the world, pair a deuces trying to fnd their way? I always thought maybe this hurt was emptiness, where my heart went missing after you were gone 'cause you'd taken it like you took my shirt. Now I'm thinking, what if the pain's from that ol' rib coming back after you died to settle in where it don't belong no more? Tryna rearrange all my insides that gone without for so long, and my body's rejecting it like a horse rejecting rider 'cause it knows it don't belong to me no more, never did, neither.

Then again, maybe it's just busted up in there. Maybe it has been since the summer a '63, and I just ain't taken notice 'til you went on and met your maker.

Maybe this ol' heart's just broken.

Know I shouldn't be asking shit from you considering all the ways I took and didn't give you nothing but hurts in return, but I’m asking as a man who never asked for nothing from you, neither—you wait for me, Jack Twist, just a little longer. Used to say that I couldn't wait to see you again, but you helped give me a second shot, try and fix up what I didn’t think I could hardly stand no more. Now I know I can bid my time here a while longer, being a daddy and granddaddy, living out some a the life that you didn't get to have.

So you wait for me… even if it's just so I can tell you how God damn sorry I am for it all.

I love ya, little darlin'. Reckon I always have, reckon I always will. You enjoy them whiskey rivers, but make sure to save the last round for me.

4. Want

This snippet is also super old, and once again, forgive me for the first person pov. Ik a lot of ppl don't typically like it in fiction and I've also kind of grown unfond of it. I was young! I was dumb! I've learned I've learned I've learned!!!

As I'm crying and coughing up the blood from my lungs into my mouth, the second thought comes to mind: just how bad I want for Ennis to come find me, come and save me from what I know's coming next. But he weren't there. Never was, never would be. The tears came down harder 'cause a that one.

The very last impossible thing I wanted was something I dreamed of for a long time. Even though most everything I craved was outta reach, I always thought I could get it, somehow, some way if I tried hard enough. But from the very start I'd known this want was impossible, and yet sometimes I wanted it more than I wanted life itself.

Dying alone on the side a that hot Texas highway, all I wanted was to be nineteen again, close enough to touch the Heavens on Brokeback Mountain.

I thought I could hear Ennis hollering for me back at camp, and I smiled. I'm comin', cowboy.

Then I closed my eyes, and would never want for nothing again.

3. Untitled WIP

I really hope to finish this one, someday. I really like playing around with the other potential bad end of BBM, where Jack ditches Ennis for Randall after May 1983 because his hope and patience has run dry.

"Name's Randall. Educated type of fella, went to college, got him a job as foreman of the ranch down a ways from my place." Jack takes a deep breath, sighs it out. "Tells me he loves me more times 'n even Lureen's said it," he stays quiet a moment, kicks at the loose pebbles on the ground. "Tell you what—feels good to hear it, too. Man's gotta know he's loved ever now 'n' again, Ennis."

Ennis thinks of cold mountain nights filled with the bleating of sheep and illegal elk, of dozens of jobs taken and abandoned, of divorce; thinks of four years of missing and bruising kisses, of sixteen years of hands worshiping at the temple of a bull rider's broken body, and of every cold night in between filled with dreams about bright blue eyes and the warmth of a perfect smile. He thinks of the last twenty years he spent dropping everything at the siren call of a postcard, and for the first time in his life Ennis thinks about love; wonders what it might be, if not that.

But Ennis doesn't say so, just clenches his trembling fist even tighter into itself.

2. Five Boys that Jack Twist Had Liked (and One More Whom He Had Loved)

This one is another old one that I reaally hope to finish one day. I have a about 3 1/2 of the 6 part written, I just...need to find the gumption to get through the rest.

4. Andrew Peterson

Andrew had been one of his daddy's ranch hands, a boy who would've been two grades above him if Jack hadn't dropped out of high school his sophomore year. He had just graduated, was one of the lucky few whose parents didn't value his contribution to the family finances over his education, and was hired on for the summer in the hopes of making a little cash before heading out of their dead-end town and into the real world. It was a plan that Jack, at sixteen, had already been well acquainted with.

It wasn't often that the Twist Ranch hired hands around his age to help out around the place, and Jack, always the friendly type and more than just a little lonely, had been eager to make a new acquaintance. Andrew hadn't seemed to mind when Jack started taking his chores alongside him, appearing glad for the company, himself. They shared easy smiles and private jokes, becoming such good friends in such a short time that his Mama would tease about one of them losing their very shadow if the other wasn't around.

Just like with Stephen before him, Jack had been drawn to Andrew like a moth to a flame. He never understood what there was in a boy that drew his eye to them in a way that none of the fillies who flirted around with him ever did, until Andrew, after a tiring day mending the old fence posts that corralled the bulls in and about two months worth of dropping frustrated gestures and signals, had said, "Fuck it," pulled Jack out to his Daddy's feed barn and into a scalding kiss that left Jack weak in the knees.

Andrew hadn't been his first kiss—that honor had gone to lil' Miss Sharon King back in the first grade. Seeing as how Jack was well regarded amongst the ladies as a 'pretty boy', there'd been plenty of kisses after that, too. Andrew had, however, been the first kiss that finally had him understanding what all the fuss was about.

As if to slide it on home, later that summer he even made sure to be Jack's first fuck, rounding out on all the bases that left Jack with a whirlwind of questions about himself and even more feelings bursting inside than his young heart ever thought it could handle.

"Been savin' to go to school in Denver," Andrew started, breaking the silence one night out in the feed barn. They sat passing a cigarette and some of his daddy's stolen whiskey between them, riding out the residual high of a midnight roll in the literal hay. It had been dark out, and with only the full moon and the hot red cherry at the end of the cigarette bathing them in their glow, the two were effectively shielded from the scathing eyes of the light. "'m leavin' in a few months, splittin' before fall comes." His gaze was fixed somewhere on the black horizon, watching something that went unseen to Jack.

Jack felt his stomach sink like the stones he used to skip in the creek way out past his house.

"Denver? Ain't that a might bit far for some schoolin'?" He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding choked and strange. Instead, he looked down into the whiskey bottle in his hand and took a swig from it, willing its sweet burn to help him maintain an air of indifference. "What they got down there, anyway?"

Truth be told he didn't blame Andrew for wanting to go—he had been itching to leave Lightning Flat in the rearview, himself. Still, he was unsure that he wanted the conversation to continue. He didn't want to think about his new companion leaving so soon after this something between them had begun. Nevertheless, curiosity—slightly embittered—took hold and ultimately won out.

Andrew took a long drag out of the cigarette. Its hot cherry burned a bright, fiery red before dulling once more to an ashy gleam. "A chance for fellas like us," he finally breathed. The smoky tendrils made their escape past his lips, taking his words with them.

"Oh," Jack muttered after a beat of silence. He wasn't quite sure he understood, nor wanted to understand, what Andrew was getting at, but tried hard not to let his disappointment seep out into his tone regardless.

It hadn't worked. In a moment, Andrew smashed the lit butt out against the wall, leaving them cloaked in darkness once more before leaning over to kiss him sweetly. It had knocked the breath out of Jack, just like their kisses were wont to do.

"Maybe someday you can come pay me a visit. I dunno, it might just be a sweet life down there, yanno?" Andrew's smile, only barely visible under the glow of the full moon above, was easy and inviting.

For once all motormouth Jack could do was smile back before eager hands, warm like the end of the cigarette and the whiskey settled deep in his belly, were on him again, ready to reignite the fire that set Jack aglow.

That summer, Andrew had pressed red-hot marks into his flesh that would soon fade on the outside but sear into Jack's soul for a lifetime, forever branding him as the different sort of boy he had been both warned about and accused of being in the entirety of his short life.

Looking back, he realized he'd known what Andrew had meant all along. At sixteen years old Jack knew what queer was, and finally understood, with no room for doubt in his mind, that it was him. He reckoned that weren't nobody's business but his own, though.

After that summer, Jack never did see Andrew again.

Twenty-four years later, tucked cozy warm into his Colorado bed, Andrew would awake from a dream about blue eyes and wonder, not for the first time, what had ever happened to the kid who'd been his that one short summer before making the move that forever changed his life. Looking beside himself, into the handsome face that had laid dreaming beside him every night the past fifteen years, Andrew would smile and hope that, wherever Jack Twist was in the world, he had gotten out of Wyoming and been lucky enough to make his own bit of bliss out of the hard hand he'd been dealt.

1. Clipped

Summary: Tomorrow may tell another story, but for tonight, this man—with his baby blue eyes, sleepy, self-conscious grumbles, and beautiful clipped dick—was his, all his, and that was enough. It had to be enough.

Aaand here's a fic I've actually posted! Lol! Fun fact: this was actually the very first fic I wrote following watching bbm again in January 2022, and it remains like. The only thing I'm actually super duper proud of. It isn't even that good, but I'm just proud that I actually finished something for once lol.

Thanks for the ask, @alifeasvivid! :D

#brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #still brokeback posting #my writing

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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"Cliché" ~ D. Winchester (requested)

Summary: When Y/N tries (and miserably fails) to convince herself that she hates Dean, things take a much different turn than she'd anticipated.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,177 (ik i'm so far off word count I'm sorry)

Content Warning: very mild swearing, normal SPN violence (a vamp gets decapitated but it's not too heavily detailed), food consumption by Reader and Dean, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Friends to Lovers, a lil bit of Angst ig

Extra Notes: uh AU where Sam isn't here? i guess we can just pretend this takes place while Sam is in college 😭🤣

Based On the Prompt: Person A tries to hate Person B so A can try (and miserably fail) to convince themself they aren't in love with B but B could never hate them.

Features the One-Liner: "Is that my boxers you're wearing? With a sports bra?"

Originally Written/Re-Written: 05/01/2022 and 05/15/2022

Supernatural masterlist can be found here!

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I loathed Dean.

Or, at least that's what I was trying to convince myself, repeating that mantra quietly in the mirror.

"I loathe him. I loathe him. I loathe him."

After all, he clearly didn't want me. Why should I keep pretending I wanted him?

In the three years I'd been hunting with Dean, not once had he looked at me the way he looked at all those random girls in random bars across random cities in America. Not once in the year it had been since I realized I had a crush on him had he noticed the way I acted around him: batting my eyelashes a couple extra times when I spoke to him, lingering behind in the doorway of my motel room to make sure he'd made it to his room in one piece, certainly not the prolonged eye contact or the glances I'd steal of him when he was turned away.

"Y/N?" I heard that all too familiar stupid (and sexy) voice call from outside the door to my room.

"Coming!" I called back, attempting to sound annoyed, or put out, or some expression conveying my hatred for Dean.

I knew it was stupid. I knew I should've just told Dean point blankly how I felt about him. But I couldn't bear the idea of possibly losing our friendship—possibly losing Dean—if things went south.

I pulled on my sweater and grabbed my duffel, strutting over to the door. "Hey," I said in an almost monotone voice.

"Hey," he greeted in his everyday, normal tone. "You ready to go?"

"Mhm," I answered with a nod, swiftly closing the door behind me.

Soon enough, we'd made it to the Impala, ready to find our next case. I figured out I might have closed my door a little too hard when Dean asked, "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," I answered, promptly buckling myself in.

"OK, what's with you?" he asked point blankly.

"Nothing, I'm fine!" I retorted, throwing my hands up. "Just drive, Dean."

"I'm not starting this car until you explain to me why you're mad at me."

"I just told you I'm fine!"

"OK, I may do a pretty crappy job at keeping a girlfriend, but I have learned over the years that when a woman says, 'I'm fine,' it never actually means that she's fine," he rebutted.

"Just drive," I groaned, turning to face the window.

"Fine," he grumbled under his breath, finally starting the car and speeding off toward the highway.

☆☆☆

"Home sweet home," Dean sighed, throwing his bag to the side and jumping onto his bed.

"Remind me again why we don't take cases at nice hotels more often," I laughed lightly, starfish-ing onto my own bed.

Dean rolled onto his side, facing me. He had a smile on his lips, that signature, goofy, Dean smile.

"What?" I asked, rolling over to fully face him.

"Nothing," he replied, that stupid grin still plastered on his face.

"You're not gonna give me that look and say that it's nothing, Dean Winchester," I demanded, "Tell me what's up."

"Well, that's something, coming from you."

My eyebrows creased in a mixture of confusion and accusation. "What are you talking about?"

"Just the way you treated me earlier versus how you're treating me now," he explained, rolling onto his back and looking up at the roof. "I guess I underestimated what a good nap in the car could do to a person."

I scoffed, hopping up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked, sitting up to face me.

"I need some air," I grumbled.

He let out a long, surrendering breath through his nose. "I'm gonna go round us up some grub. Try not to come back too late. Make sure you take your key with you."

I didn't say it, but my brain was filled with petty thoughts of, "You aren't the boss of me."

He turned to take one last look at me. "I'd prefer if you'd stay here since I don't want you getting killed by the rogue vamp on our hands, but even if you don't stay here, just please promise that you'll be careful."

I sighed, but reluctantly nodded.

And with that, he grabbed his wallet from the bedside table and marched out the door of the hotel room.

I sat back on the bed, running my hands through my disheveled hair. I took a deep breath in, deciding that my mantra wasn't going to stop my feelings for Dean, and treating him like an asshole surely wasn't going to fix things either.

I decided that the best way to blow off steam was heading toward the hotel pool. It was then that I grabbed my duffel bag, rummaging through it to find some swim-appropriate clothing.

"Great," I exhaled in frustration upon realizing I'd lost my favorite shorts.

I thought for a moment, pondering whether a swim was even worth it at this point, but deciding it was the principal of the thing. Out of habit, I took a quick glance around the room, locking eyes with Dean's bag.

"Am I really-"

Apparently, the answer was yes, because one minute, I was rummaging through his bag and the next thing I knew, I was walking into the indoor pool room, sporting a pair of Dean's black boxers and one of my sports bras, carrying a hotel towel over my shoulder.

I tossed the towel onto one of the poolside chaises, sliding off my shoes beside it. I noticed the room was completely empty, just the way I liked. I thought for a moment, attempting to decide between jumping in or taking the steps.

I sighed contently, deciding the diving board was the way I wanted to go.

The feeling of the cold water was enough to wash off both the sweat from that blazing hot, Arizona day and the resentment I'd felt toward Dean earlier that day.

When I surfaced, I was met with the sight of a man. I could've sworn I was the only one in the pool room.

"You're an excellent diver," he observed.

"Thanks. I've been on the swim team since I was a little girl," I told him, floating away on my back.

"And an excellent floater," he chuckled.

I didn't know exactly what it was, but something seemed off about this man. I had to consider all my possibilities, considering my profession. Not a demon, no black eyes. Wasn't a crocotta, no strange phone calls. I didn't think he was a rugaru, he didn't appear to want to eat me.

THWACK!!

I let out a scream as his head fell from his shoulders, the body flumping over soon after. As I shrieked, I realized Dean had been hiding behind the man, who I then realized was the rogue vampire.

"Shh, it's me," Dean stopped me from screaming.

I pushed myself up before exiting the pool, still attempting to slow my breathing. "Please give me a warning next time you're gonna silently decapitate a vamp in front of me," I complained.

Dean bent down, lifting the now dead guy's upper lip. "Yep, extra set of teeth."

"How'd you know?" I asked, grabbing my towel.

"I didn't. I just took a chance on the way he was treating you."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. I also couldn't tell if I was supposed to be taking that as him being overprotective of me or if I'd done that by accident.

I tried not to let my mind wander too much, promptly putting my focus back on drying off and getting my shoes back on.

"Hey, are those my boxers? With a sports bra?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I wasn't quite sure how to answer—in fact, I was flabbergasted that he'd brought it up.

Changing the subject, I said, "You might wanna get rid of that before anyone sees it."

☆☆☆

A little while after my shower (and presumably after Dean had disposed of the vamp's body), I found myself eating a fast food burger on my bed, across from Dean who was doing the exact same thing. He took another bite, focused intently on the SpongeBob episode in front of him.

"Hey, Dean," I spoke up, placing my burger back in its wrapper.

"Yeah?" he asked, muting the TV and turning to face me.

I took an internal deep breath in and out, repeating all sorts of positive mantras to myself. "I want to apologize for earlier."

"Which part?" he chuckled before taking a sip of soda.

"All of it. I shouldn't have treated you like crap and I'm sorry."

"It's OK," he said nonchalantly, like nothing had happened. Although, it could've been because he was preoccupied with trying to find his fries in the food bag.

"No, it's not. I yelled at you, I ignored you, and not that it matters, I stole your underwear, all because I l-"

I stopped myself. I couldn't believe I almost said that out loud.

"Hmm?" he looked up to face me, acting as though he was actually curious about the end of that sentence.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it," I tried to play it off.

"No, seriously, what is it?" he asked casually, finishing up his burger.

I took a deep breath, facing the fact that it was now or never. "Dean, can I be honest with you?"

"You've never given me a reason to think you were lying to me before."

I felt the air leaving my throat and lungs. It felt like I'd pass out the second I managed to get my confession away from my tongue. "I like you, Dean. I have for a while."

He stopped mid-fry, nearly dropping the box of fries onto his lap. "You huh?"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I repeatedly thought as I mentally face-palmed. "I know. Crazy, right?" I managed to say, followed by an awkward chuckle.

"No, there's nothing wrong with that. It's just… Why me?"

I felt something in the pit of my stomach, an unidentifiable something. It wasn't relief from getting it off my chest, and it wasn't excitement from the fact that he hadn't kicked me out or ran away yet. It was… almost like sadness. I reckoned it was from his question. "Why me?"

Oh, Dean, if only you knew why it was you.

"Well, why not? I mean, you're handsome, you've always been sweet to me, you're amazing. Not just at the job but at anything you put your mind to," I explained. "I think the better is why I'd ever think you'd want me."

This time he sighed, almost as nervously as I had earlier. "That's the thing, Y/N. I've always wanted you. I never said anything because you deserve better than me."

I was taken aback by his words, to say the least. I wanted to comfortingly hug him, kiss him, and ask him why, all at the same time.

Apparently, the second one got the best of me, because the next thing I knew, I was lifting his chin and leaving a delicate kiss on his lips.

You always hear about the stereotype where guys lead the first kiss. Well, this wasn't like the clichés.

For one, I'd been the one to lift his face by the chin, not the other way around. Secondly, his lips were weak, like he was tired. Definitely not someone who was yearning to kiss someone. Actually, it was more like he was yearning to be kissed. And third, he allowed himself to pull away first, since I'd initiated the kiss.

"Dean Winchester, I have spent every day for the last year wanting to do that very action. If you'd told me you wanted the same, I would have done it."

"You deserve better than me. That's the whole reason I never said anything," he clarified once more.

"I don't care. I love you just the way you are," I said, my hand moving from his chin to his cheek.

"You shouldn't settle, Y/N. You should find a good man who can treat you the way you deserve. Not a hunter who hops from place to place, lying his way through everything. There's still a chance for you to get out of this life."

I pondered for a moment, my mind thinking of a million things to say. "Hey, I've got an idea," was what I landed on.

"Shoot."

"As cliché as it sounds, we could always improve ourselves for each other. Then either we're both settling or neither of us is settling."

"I think I'm willing to try that."

We kissed again, all the same love and emotion from before running rampant throughout my entire body.

My mind settled on two things: one, that I never wanted to stop kissing Dean. And two, I was willing to improve every aspect of myself for him, because I loved him with my whole being.

And if other people were going to consider all that cliché, I was willing to seem like an entire romance novel.

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grabyourpillow · 1 year

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Wrong number

___

Steddie - Written for the Discord Server "Fanfic Lounge"'s Weekly Prompt". This is pt.1

___

[Unknown number]

Wanna get a coffee?

Or ice cream

Or talk

Idk.

Whatever u like.

Ik this is stupid. I jsut wanted to try at least

U know I see u every day. U don't look at me though.

I admire u n it hurts because u're urself and so bright and I'm just

A dumbass.

it feels like if I try and reach out it will burn yk?

And I wish I could just forget about u but u're sitting right in front of me, n all I can do is look at that beautiful brown hair of urs

Sometimes i. An when I see ur face n just. U have the prettiest eyes.

But just sometimes, u look tired. i don't think. I don't think you're happy. Ppl can be jerks.

I mean I would know. Hope I'm not as much one now.

Anyway ppl are jerks and so they make u believe u don't deserve to be but

And Ik it hurts but u seem so wild n strong and but I wish u didn't have to all the time and also

u deserve to.

be happy I mean.

I'd like it if u talked to me.

Just once

Eddie blinks at his phone screen for 2 seconds.

The fuck.

He had just pulled his phone out from under his pillow to see who the fuck was awake at 3:54 in the morning — well, he was, but that was normal — and kept texting him.

Cause no one fucking texted Eddie.

The number of his buddies amounted to a grand total of two, and Gareth and Jeff preferred WhatsApp, and the only other person whom it could have been, namely his uncle, was loudly snoring in the bedroom next to him.

His original thought had been that it might be one of the DnD kids but then it had better be a fucking emergency.

He hadn't been expecting... whatever this is.

Eddie taps in the space to reply and waits as his keyboard takes bloody ages to open.

At least he can look at his Metallica lockscreen, while in his messaging app, the only problem his phone had that was actually useful.

This phone had been past its prime for a while now, but it's not like he could afford to change it.

When the keyboard finally pops up, he types in

Wrong number dude

and goes the fuck to sleep.

The messages pop back into his head 3 days later.

He's playing his guitar harder than he has ever done before, the vibrancy of the saturated sound drowning out the noise of his mind in which his thoughts, as always, were racing carts on seventy-two roller-coasters, going in different directions. And the carts were on fire.

Black Sabbath lyrics always managed to convey things he didn't know how to express.

As he sets the guitar down, the sentence "You deserve to be happy." rings in his mind.

Maybe he did, but he sure as hell didn't see how.

His DnD campaign-preparing and Song- listening evening gets interrupted, as Spotify cuts — how dares it — the song he is listening to because technology has decided there is nothing more important than for him to be aware he has an incoming message.

[Unknown number]

Omg

The notification reads.

The music resumes and Eddie doesn't pay it any more attention.

Then his phone starts to vibrate, the red "INCOMING CALL button" smeared across the screen.

Eddie groans.

God knows what possesses him to pick up. He stays silent at first.

"Hello?" Comes from the other end of the phone.

A guy. Roughly his age, Eddie would think.

"Hi."

"I'm. I didn't think you'd pick up."

I didn't think so either.

"Oh god I'm so sorry. You must think I'm such a creep."

The voice, oddly enough, seems distantly familiar.

"Hey don't sweat it man," Eddie lightly drums on the heater next to him with his free hand. "We've all had our silly I-wish-you-would-talk-to-me crushes," he says, remembering the messages.

"Right, yeah." The guy chuckles. "Honestly, I'm not planning to... I don't know. Murder them? or something." He pauses. "That... sounded creepier, didn't it?"

Involuntarily, the corners of Eddie's mouth pull upwards. "Yup." Eddie already likes the guy.

They both fall into a short silence.

"If I may, uh–"

"Steve."

Huh.

"–Right, Steve." Eddie likes most people who bother to talk to him. It's just, those people did not usually include guys named Steve. "Just talk to them. Life is too fucking short."

Steve seems to consider it.

"I'll... I guess I'll try. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Eddie hangs up.

___

Eddie scrolls through the messages. He's bored.

"I wish I could forget about you."

"You deserve to be happy."

Something about the lines hits him in a way that tugs right on a taught string in his heart.

Didn't help that he himself had brown hair. A wavy/curly brown mess of a hair, that was now past his shoulders – still the best decision of his life – but brown hair nonetheless.

Steve seemed like a good dude. Eddie wishes him luck.

___

"Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" Chrissy asks him, as they walk home from uni together.

Eddie chuckles. Humorlessly. "Like, every day."

___

[Unknown number]

https://open.spotify.com/track/0GjEhVFGZW8afUYGChu3Rr?si=VlTksqrCTRaLT3uGRIxuGg&utm_source=copy-link

.... Thanks?

ABBA is great

They sure are.

ur turn.

Helloo

Hang on

___

Eddie sticks his hands into the deep pockets of his jeans jacket, only half listening to what Dustin is saying as they're walking to the DnD club room.

"I wish Max would come. You know Max? Red hair? Wheelchair? She is the absolute coolest."

The kid is jumping up and down excitedly, as always. "Oop—" he trips, and Eddie narrowly manages to haul him back from the road so that he doesn't die.

"Jesus Christ kid, eyes in front of you alright?"

Dustin nods but mutters something under his breath. "Sometimes you sound just like Steve."

___

Eddie's eyes pop open in the middle of the night.

Wait a minute.

He grabs his phone, scrolls past the few messages —and occasional cat photos— Steve has been texting him.

Eddie answers sometimes.

More often than not it does bring a smile on Eddie's face. More often than not, Eddie tries not to think about how it's one of the highlights of his day.

But today it's Eddie who messages Steve before he can think twice about it.

[Steve guy]

Do you know a kid named Dustin? Brown curly hair?

The reply is immediate.

nosey, baseball cap n thinks he's sooo clever?

That's the one

haha yes I know him

What a coincidence. Did that mean that Steve, a guy his age, not an asshole, might actually live nearby? That they might even have crossed paths?

His phone rings.

"Hi Steve," Eddie answers.

"Hi. I uh."

Steve clears his throat. "Offer for a coffee still stands."

You deserve to be happy.

Anyone writing stuff like that deserved to be known a little more. And really, it had been a long ass fucking time since Eddie had met anyone interesting. Maybe Steve needed someone to talk to about his crush.

Why the heck not.

"Sure."

"I'll text you the address?"

"If it's a remote location in the woods," Eddie pauses,"for murder, I ain't coming."

"I would neeeever." Steve retorts, mock wounded.

They both pause.

"See you there then."

"See ya."

___

>Pt.2

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

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undermycoat · 7 months

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I know nothing about football but I'd still like to hear about the au :3

see bc i complain and then i don't even know where to start LOL

ok so ig i'll start with the title From the Sidelines and a little description i have, to pique interest heh

Arthur is Camelot FC's star striker and captain. Merlin is the kitman. Life is hardly ever fair.

anyway . i suppose that's. a little misleading. that being said i think this grew into something waaaaay larger than i originally planned @.@ like it was supposed to be a fun little addition to the surprisingly small amt of footballer arthur fics we have but now this fic has double daddy issues (balinor my beloved...), coming out, sports injuries, shitty coaches (aredick die by my sword) and never making the national team. HUH??? i just wanted merthur to fuck on the pitch... (joke) (just in time for fuck him on the field friday)

also there's side stories. like one is when the players get handcuffed tgt for 24hrs but they've got an uneven amt for it and merlin gets roped in

and then there's the valentine's day arwen special that i somehow accidentally made into a statement about arthur's attitude toward his sexuality?? and feelings for merlin??? through his anxiety about his date with gwen????

“All good?” Merlin asks. “Never better,” Arthur replies, then pivots and walks directly into his closet. He stares at his barren shoe rack before he feels hands on his shoulders, and Merlin is turning him around and guiding him back out. “Wrong way,” he hears him say. “Right.” This time, Arthur marches out his room then down the hall to the front door. “I’ll be back.”

i'm allowed to give this info bc i don't know if i'll ever actually post the extras. i dont' even know when i'm gonna finish the main story sjkdfhgjkf

oh yeah another side story takes place in 2007 (that might be the title for it idk) and it's about uther buying camelot fc for arthur's tenth birthday LOL dont question the legaltiy of arthur playing for his father's club. i dont know and i dont care. this is fiction SIMILARLY dont say shit abt arthur being a striker and captain. it's happened before. it's literally fine. dont even worry about it

there's like. ik i rly only talked about the side stories but u have to realize just how much has already gone into this fic and i wouldn't even say i'm halfway done. i don't think i've written out a single match which is also funny bc i've been keeping up with the prem and actually think i can do it now. i just keep dragging my feet abt it lol

i think the hardest part for me is when im gonna have to seriously injure arthur. i didnt want to but i think it's an important way for his and merlin's relationship to progress and also would explain merlin's attitude toward him in january. its less abt injuring him and more abt him having to sit out of games not for like. lineup stats/compatibility reasons

oh my god typing this all out made me realize we haven't met like. half of the guys on the team yet. i was sitting here like "i need to rewatch eps with all the knights bc i dont trust myself to write percy and elyan accurately" but now i just realized i dont even know if mordred is on the like. squad yet or if he's still with the u18s (after a brief check with my info page he is. i'm gonna be sick)

like i said there is a LOT of info on this . sorry this was so long i just needed to ramble a bit and it also made me realize some info i still need to include so yayyy :3 thank you nonny if u have anything u wanna know in specific like fr anything PLEASE ask. i'd love it so much if u asked. u saved my life <3

#long post #anon #answered #football au #merlin #merthur

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literalite · 2 years

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I agree with your previous reply to the anon. I think it’s nice to see you having fun with your friends! Nothing wrong with that.

People nowadays are so used to over-familiarising themselves to people they barely know on the internet then get upset when they realise that the person they over-familiarised do not feel comfortable talking to them. Like, obviously? You can’t just come up to someone expecting them to be your best friend or something.

Imagine this irl. Walking up to a group of people having fun demanding them to befriend you and treat you like they knew you for years. Friendships take time. People forgot that nowadays.

I hope this makes sense, English isn’t my first language.

hi!! english isnt my first language too so 🤝 no worries ab it

literally you've hit the nail on the head i think and ik simblr has like massive fomo issues!! thats normal thats human we get jealous but u cant put that on other ppl LMAO u cant blame other ppl for just. living their lives...

and i rlly wanna make it clear that before me and jort made the server and ppl started joining i straight up had never talked to some of these people even if i'd seen them around for years. some ppl id literally never even met or recalled seeing before and we were not all happy buddy immediately this stuff didnt just spawn overnight. im not even the most like outgoing simblr ever i dont talk to ppl unless im talked to first i get scared of following mfs sometimes. i literally have social anxiety like cmon now 😮‍💨

#my only advice for ppl is rlly interact the way you'd want to be interacted to and just keep it up... theres no point of being bitter #in a random persons inbox we all get jealous and lonely sometimes thats valid what isnt valid is taking it out on mfs for no reason #ask #reply #anonymous

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isaacapatow · 7 months

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* * #SOLAR PANEL YARD WITH @davxdalexander & @zackastor

in which zack spills the beans about ike covering for mayra; david decides to let zack back among the hunters; and things get closer to the status quo

Ike: So I wanted to talk to you. About Zack. -chews his bottom lip for a moment, looking at david- Away from most everyone, that's why we came out here.

David Alexander: -David raises an eyebrow at him- Yeah, I was starting to wonder why you wanted to talk all the way out here. What do you want to talk to me about with him?

Ike: Well, I think you got some idea, Davey. I hear the come-to-Jesus talk you and Little Big Boss tried to have with 'im didn't go so good. Which is why he ended up on the road with me.

David Alexander: Yeah, that's putting it lightly. And I'm taking it he was just as lippy with you as he was with me.

Ike: -shrugs- I think he's got a different approach with both of us. I wanted to know -- did you send him to me? Was that something the two of you decided on?

David Alexander: No. I told him that I'd be willing to find a compromise and figure out how to work with each other and if he didn't want to do that he could find a new job. He's the one that walked out and chose to come to you.....why?

Ike: -snickers a little when david describes the talk, shaking his head and looking down before giving david a derisive grin- ...seriously? You seriously thought trying to pull the "I'm so reasonable and sensible" talk would work with that guy? God damn, Davey. You sure did choose a personality outta the box and try to stick to it, huh.

David Alexander: -David sighs and runs his hand down his face- Is there a point to all of this, Ike? I doubt you pulled me all the way out here to crack jokes about my lack of personality.

Ike: Yeah, you're right. That's just a bonus. -rubs his thumb against the corner of his jaw for a moment- What's your read on him? Has he told you much about his past? I know he ran with a pack of his own, the Wolves. I know Nicki was with 'em for a while and I'll likely talk to her, too. I wanna know if he told you anything direct, or if he did anything that stood out to you.

David Alexander: I know he was former Marine and deployed. He didn't tell me that - he didn't have to. We can spot a combat vet a mile away. I knew about the Wolves and something happened to them, but nothing outside of that.

Ike: Great. -grinds his teeth, looking pissed- So nothing about what motivates the guy.

Zack Astor: -he was out on a run, nothing unusual for him, when he spots Isaac and David; furrows his brows slightly before he puts on a smile as he makes his way up to them- Well, didn't think I'd ever seen you two have a secret meeting. The hell are you doing here? Something wrong with the solar panels?

Ike: Solar panels ain't what's got something wrong with 'em.

Zack Astor: -keeps on smiling- Pretty mean of you, Ike. David can't help it.

David Alexander: If you find that out, you let me know. -he looks over and spots Zack running to them. He's ready to just pass it off as a chat but he hears Ike's reply and sighs before running his hand down his face. He has a feeling this is not going to end pleasantly-

Ike: -presses his lips into a tight not-quite-smile at Zack- The two of us are having a performance review of your work, Zack. And you're falling down hard on the 'disposition and teamwork' section.

Zack Astor: Oh really? Well -claps his hands, his grin becoming slightly mocking- I'm all ears. Tell me, what can I do to be better? Offer complimentary blowjobs? Kiss your asses some more?

David Alexander: -David inwardly groans- Maybe lay off the sarcasm for a moment, alright? Look, whether you like it or not but we all need to work together and we can't do that if there's a constant butting of heads.

Ike: --and see, now, I might like the blowjobs and ass kissing.

David Alexander: Not helpful, Ike

Zack Astor: -casts a quick glance at Ike- Sorry pal, you gonna have to be the one sucking my dick. -he turns back to David- Last time I checked, I'm pretty fucking good at my job and getting shit done. I don't see a damn problem.

Ike: -spreads his hands in a shrug- That's exactly my point. Now, you don't gotta like both of our styles, buckaroo, but you gotta pick one. And you gotta fuckin' abide by it. You're not a free agent out there beyond the gates anymore, doing whatever the hell you want. That's the problem.

Zack Astor: Do I now? -he steps up to Ike, barely a few inches away; he lowers his voice- Or what, Ike?

David Alexander: -as soon as Zack toes up to Ike David puts his arm in to push them apart- This ain't the fucking wild west, alright? Zack, back off.

Ike: -rocks back half a step and starts breathing again-

Zack Astor: -turns his eyes onto David- We're just talking David. Nothing more. -notes Ike's reaction with a slight grin- I'm doing my job. David, you just don't like it that I'm not in awe of your tough guy routine. Ike... well, you know what I think is wrong with you. So, I suggest you take it or fucking leave it.

David Alexander: Right, because going toe-to-toe with someone is just talking. You were goading him and I am not explaining to anyone why fists were thrown. -he can feel the tension in the air- See, that's where you're wrong, Zack. I don't care if your impressed. I ain't here to impress anybody. Like you, I'm here to do my job. So is Ike but we can't be doing our jobs when you're fighting us every step of the way. So maybe you need to take a look at yourself and figure out what you're willing to deal with. Telling us that we just need to deal with your attitude is not how we work as a team.

Zack Astor: Wasn't goading him either. -turns away from Ike to stare at David- Don't be so damn dramatic, David. Never got us wrapped up in danger, now did I? Like I said, I do my job, and I'm damn good at it. I'm just not kissing your ass. And -he grabs Ike's shoulder- Ike and I get along pretty fucking good on raids. Don't we Ike?

Ike: The raids ain't the trouble. It's the after. -doesn't protest as Zack jostles him, just angles out of his grip once it stops- Being good at your job is the bare minimum. You were military. You know what it's like when there's one hump in the platoon who nobody else wants to be on lookout with. That's you, hombre.

Zack Astor: So, let me get this straight. Your problem with me seriously is that I'm not nice enough? Are you fucking shitting me?

David Alexander: It's not about being nice - it's about be civil and being a team player. You don't gotta like us but you gotta work with us.

Ike: Believe me, nobody's rushing to call me 'nice'. -inclines his head at david to include the other man's comments- You're hard to want around. And this is survival situations. People gotta want you around for you to be on one of our details. Otherwise you're gonna have to choose a job around town and only answer to Ermano.

Zack Astor: Fucking hell. You're serious. -regards them both with narrowed eyes- So, you're threatening to throw me out. If that's what you mean, have some fucking balls and say it.

Ike: Nobody's throwing you out. That's not what we do here. It's a reassignment, at most.

Zack Astor: You're gonna throw me out of the raiders. -scoffs- I get along pretty damn good with the other hunters. Jake's never had a problem with me. Nicki and I get along well enough. It's just you two. And because of that, you're trying to put me on desk duty instead of letting me do what I'm fucking good at.

David Alexander: Have you not been listening? What part of compromising and finding common ground have you not understood? I told you before, I don't mind you being a hunter but if you are we need to find a way to work together. You decided to go off to the raiders instead. And now Ike here is having the same problem. You gotta work with us, not mouthing off at every little thing we say or do.

Ike: -abruptly- No, it's -- it's more than that. I could handle the lip, I don't give a fuck about him opening up a mouth to me. And yeah, your work's good. -stares at zack, intently, for a long moment- It's more than that.

David Alexander: Well, you've always been an enigma, Ike.

Zack Astor: -stares at Isaac, licking his lip- It is. And that's nothing your intervention can fix, Ike.

David Alexander: -David is looking between the two of them in confusion- Someone want to explain what is going on, then?

Zack Astor: -grinning- If Ike wants me to, I'll gladly will.

Ike: -giving Zack a heavy, dark look; he swallows, saying painfully- Zack here took me behind the woodshed a little while back. When I had... -gestures at his face, a few lingering shades of bruises and cuts from the beating he took- ...he's the one knocked me around. It's not important why. But it's not a precedent he gets to set, in dealing with shit.

Zack Astor: -raises his eyebrows- It's pretty damn important why, Ike. You just don't like the why.

Ike: It's not important why.

David Alexander: -David sighs loudly as he runs his hand down his face- Ike is right - the why ain't fucking important. Jesus god damn Christ. There ain't no good reason to be yanking people around and fist fighting. Is that how you ran things with your old group? If so, that shit needs to stop because that's not how we handle things here.

Zack Astor: No. No I didn't run things like that with the wolves. -Zack leans back slightly, casting a gaze from David to Ike- But none of my wolves were stupid enough to protect people who could be a danger to us.

Ike: -his lip ripples in warning to Zack, but he doesn't say anything-

David Alexander: -David moves his gaze from Zack to Ike with a questioning sort of gaze- Ike?

Zack Astor: -shrugs at Isaac's glance, slight grin on his face- Ball's in your court, Ike.

Ike: Ball's in my court. Oh-kaay. If you believe that, Zack ... -raises his eyebrows, mouth turned down- ...then the ball was in my court for the other thing, too. That's what happens when you've been put in charge of shit around here, you get to make some decisions, unilaterally. -bites back a sneer, but just barely- Now -- you got to smack me around for it, but you don't get to call the shots.

Zack Astor: -stares at Isaac, unwavering- Tell me - is Mayra really that good of a fuck?

Ike: -blinks back at him- You wouldn't understand even if I told you.

Zack Astor: Ah, that's where you're wrong. -puts his hands into his pockets, letting a breath whistle out between his teeth- Just that my people didn't get as lucky as yours did.

Ike: Well. I'm sorry about that. I truly fuckin' am. But you don't get to ride roughshod over us to make up for it, man.

Zack Astor: -narrows his eyes slightly- I'm not making up for shit, Ike. That's the thing you don't understand. Letting Mayra get away scott-free is asking for something worse to be coming through that wall next time. Because people like you -he points at Ike- protect people like her.

Ike: -freezes, then turns away, rubbing his face- Ahhhh, shit, Zack.

David Alexander: -David has remained pretty silent to try and figure out what the hell is going on but he's only getting more questions than answers- Ike....what did Mayra do?

Zack Astor: -his expression darkens slightly, the grin has disappeared a long time ago- I warned you.

Ike: Please don't. Just ... there's no point. Don't do it.

Zack Astor: -cast a glance at David, before steadying his gaze back on Ike- The hole in the wall was Mayra's. She was the one who kept it a secret for god knows how long. Ike was just the one who took the fall.

David Alexander: -David's arms that had been crossed across his chest fall in disbelief. He glances between the two of them, not exactly sure what to say. Jesus Christ, what did he just get in the middle of?-

Ike: -slightly bolstered by david's lack of reaction, looks at zack- There you go. You managed to spill your secret and it doesn't even matter.

Zack Astor: Do you really think that? After how hard you tried to keep it a secret from everyone? -puts his hands back into his pockets, a tension in his body- Tell me Ike - does she feel sorry? Do you think she understands how easily she could have gotten everyone killed? Can you say that and believe it?

Ike: It doesn't matter. David isn't gonna tell anybody.

Zack Astor: So you can't. -he tilts his head- Let David decide that. And even then, I still know, Ike.

David Alexander: -David has a bunch of questions for Ike but he also knows it would be better not to ask them in front of Zack- Zack, can you give us a minute? Ike, a word. -motions with his head to walk away from Zack for a minute so he can get to the bottom of this without Zack adding his two cents-

Ike: -reluctantly walks aside with david- It makes sense, Davey. It wouldn't be good for the town if everyone knew Mayra was using that hole in the fence for god knows how long. It's cleaner to let people believe I just fucked up in reporting it.

David Alexander: -David sighs as he looks over at Zack for a minute- I'm not arguing with you on that, but if I'm gonna know, I need to know and then we need to decide what we're going to do about Zack because obviously he thinks he's holding something over your head.

Ike: I don't know what to do. There's nothing to stop him from telling other people.

David Alexander: Well....if he's trying to blackmail you then maybe we need to keep him away from you. Can't exactly use his leverage if he doesn't know when to use it. But we can't exactly just reassign him again.... -he sighs with a long groan- How bad is this, Ike?

Ike: -gnaws on his bottom lip for a moment- Bad. I don't care if people think it was my fault, I can take it. I don't want anybody confronting Mayra about it because she's liable to ... I dunno. I don't know. She's liable to take it hard and do something. To herself, maybe even.

David Alexander: -David takes a deep breath and nods- Alright.....alright, this is what we'll do. I'll put him back on the hunters, get him away from you and then I can keep an eye on him. Does anyone else outside of you, me and Zack know?

Ike: Jemma and Ermano both know. So that's most of the Council. All of us except Renee.

David Alexander: Well, maybe we need to tell Renee then, too. So that way the Council knows and they can handle anything that may or may not come up if Zack decides to start blabbing.

Ike: -deflated- Yeah. That makes sense. -looks over at zack- I really, really don't want him spreading this around town. But maybe him being back on the hunters would help. He'd get something he wants.

David Alexander: I can see that and I understand why. Ain't no reason to cause unnecessary panic in the town. Everyone is already on edge enough and we don't need a witch hunt. So I'll leave you to inform the Council and I'll....-he sighs- I'll deal with the Zack problem.

Ike: Okay. I'm ... I think I'm gonna have to go talk to Mayra about this. -sighs in an echo of david- Can I leave you here with him?

David Alexander: Yeah, you probably should. -David glances at Zack and nods before stuffing his hands in his pockets- Yeah, yeah I'll take care of Zack. -he thinks about adding a you owe me for this to the end of it but decides against it- Just go take care of your end and I'll deal with mine.

Ike: -gratefully- Thanks, man. -claps david on the shoulder and lopes off, without looking back-

David Alexander: -David nods and waits for Ike to saunter off before bracing himself as he walks back over to Zack- Good news, Zack, you're back on the hunters.

Zack Astor: -casts a glance at David, eyes narrowed- What did you and Ike talk about?

David Alexander: You and what to do about this little secret of his. He's gonna go tell the rest of the Council and I get the luxury of having you back in the hunter party. You should consider that a win, Zack. I mean, that's what you want, right? Back in the hunters, Ike handling the Mayra issue and making sure it doesn't become a problem again.

Zack Astor: Just the council, huh? -sucks in a breath through his teeth- I'll decide what's a win and what's not.

David Alexander: Yeah, the Council, and then they can decide what they want to do. But I think I know what they're gonna say and it's going to be talk to Mayra and then ensure nothing comes out of it. Because if I were on the Council, I wouldn't want to spread undue panic which is all that's going to happen if you decide to start telling people around town. So until the Council decides what they want to do, you're my problem. Lucky me. -he sticks his hands in his pockets and appears nonchalant- I found some deer tracks head out East the other day so we'll go see if we can bag anything tomorrow. Gives us a chance to figure out how to make this work. Sound good to you?

Zack Astor: Maybe some 'undue panic' would do Mayra some good. Some kids have to get burned before they stop trying to touch the stovetop. -he eyes David up- Fine. Sure. Deerhunting. Sounds good. David Alexander: Great. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow. -he claps his hand on Zack's shoulder before passing by him- Looking forward to it. -no he wasn't-

Zack Astor: -he looks at the hand on his shoulder, before glancing at David passing him; he doesn't say a word while David walks away; when the hunter is out of sight, Zack inhales deeply, running a hand through his hair, expression weary- Fucking hell. -deciding to finish his run, he jogs off-

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