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A Hunter Perspective - another unintentional essay
I guess ima put this out there, just for myself.
I'm fully on Hunter's side.
Don't get me wrong, I am madly in love with Crosshair, madly, passionately. I'll pick smut with him over Hunter any day. I see his faults and love him for them even as they drive him further into misery and darkness.
I also will fight fiercely that Hunter has done/is doing all he can to protect his family. And truthfully, I don't think he's made any mistakes.
"But he left crosshair behind in episode 1!" Crosshair was trying to kill him and his squad, and he had no idea why. He thought his brother had betrayed him. I also would have gotten the hell out of there, in massive pain at the betrayal, wondering what the hell was happening. I have also been someone with access to money and supplies - who has then suddenly not had any money or supplies and had to take care of my household (and thats just with my cat. Three brothers and a kid? Nuh uh). Then I find out he's being mind controlled - how the fuck am i supposed to fix that? And again, with no resources or money? Now guilt is eating me alive, but I can't do anything about it, I have no idea what to do. THEN I find out there is a way - and Wrecker might be going the way of Crosshair? Fuckin yes I'm going to go get that shit out of all of them and myself. Oh, and then the mind controlled one comes and tries to kill us again, and the ONE. THING. that I know that can save his ass and keep him from killing us is destroyed in the process. Like, I no longer have access to it. Great. So NOW what do I do?
"They pointed their guns at Crosshair when he was going to save Omega!" Uuuuh, yeah. He just admitted that his chip had been REMOVED. They didn't know when and if he'd TRIED TO KILL THEM after it was removed. He also shows open hostility to Omega. I'd be jumpy, too. Even Tech, the SMART ONE, who just explained his perspective, had his gun out. So it wasn't that far fetched. Is that their fault, OR HIS? Natural consequences, bro.
"They abandoned Crosshair on that platform in Kamino!" Dude, they gave him chance after chance, saying "come with us." Sure, maybe they didn't trust him fully, but after that whole episode, they trusted him enough to let him back on their ship. And he. said. no. In a way, he said "fuck you, no". And since he's still showing loyalty to the empire, how do they know that if they knock him out and drag him along, he isn't going to somehow contact the Empire and get them all captured or something?
"He didn't immediately go get Crosshair!/ He didn't listen to Crosshair and stay in hiding!" Aye caramba, this guy just can't win.
First premise, again, traps laid, betrayal happened, how does he know this isn't a trick? And he's still hurting, with fewer resources, and he just found a HOME for them all. If they fall into a trap, they're also putting Pabu at risk. Second premise, his squad made the choice - and he knows who his squad is. If he put his foot down and said "no, we're not doing this, he's warning us to stay away", THEY WOULD HAVE GONE ANYWAY. He knows his team, his family - they don't follow orders. They would have snuck off without him, and he wouldn't have been able to help.
"He's being mean to Crosshair when Crosshair is hurting!" - Yeah, Ima allow this man to be petty and angry for a second. His brother who betrayed him, turned his back on him twice, blamed it ALL ON HIM instead of taking responsibility for his own actions (which he finally does at the end of this episode), tells him ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about what happened, and just shows up expecting trust again? Actively, fuck you (said to Crosshair in this situation). Even Omega is like "YOU HAVE TO TALK TO THEM." Hunter has never been allowed to be openly hurt and angry. Not once this whole show. And now the one he can be vulnerable with is back, he's feeling his emotions - he's PISSED and HURT and ANGRY. He's tired of being the good one, and all of this guilt and other stuff laid at his feet. And what does he ask? "What did you do to betray someone ELSE? You're not even going to TRY and explain why you're here now? Just going to silently simmer and expect us to be all hunky dory?"
Maybe this is just cause I'm an older sibling, and sober in a 12 step (a community that actively acknowledges hurt, but taking responsibility for the lives you've hurt), and taking care of recovering teens who also whine about how the world is so unfair and never want to take responsibility that their actions are their own. (They all have pain, but thats an explanation, not an excuse. You don't get to call someone by their dead name and gender or spread rumors that another client is a pedophile and then act the victim. No.). But I'm team Hunter. I understand him, and he doesn't deserve half of the hate he gets.
I also understand where Crosshair is coming from. I know his hurt and his fear and his rage and everything. I've been him, too, in my active addiction. But guess what, buckaroo? The only difference between you and a droid is you are in charge of your actions, and you have to live with the consequences. I had to do it. Rex and Cody had to do it. Hunter has been doing it (warranted or not). Now, its your turn.
And this last episode - he started to.
#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#tbb season 3 spoilers#I love crosshair#and ima still hold him accountable#tbb hunter
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a/n: thank you guys for all the love! and thank you for 50 followers!! i literally made this account a few days ago and i never expected this growth so quickly. i have so many ideas and i can't wait to share them with y'all. 😘
ony won the poll! so this is just porn with no plot, just onya giving you some good dick. word count's around 750, so ima put it under a read more, enjoy. ❤️
onyankopon always knew he was gonna make you his. sure, it would take some time but for you he was willing to wait. ony was determined like that, whatever he wanted he got it. you could even call it cocky, but that cockiness is what got you in his bed, ass up face down as he bullied his long dick into you. you were moaning in pure ecstasy, clawing at the satin sheets as tears streamed down your face. it was all too much; the tight grip he had on your frontal, head thrown back, the stinging imprint his hand left on the fat flesh of your ass. he was fucking you so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. your pussy was so tight, gummy walls sucking his dick back in with every rock of his hips. he let out a low groan, in love with how fucking good you felt.
“d-daddy, ohmygod... s’too big, i can’t-”
ony kissed his teeth as you tried to run away, hands gripping your hips so he could pound into you mercilessly. “uh-uh, you gon take all this dick. you had all that mouth, right? take it.”
your face was now pressed into the sheets, too weak and fucked out to keep your head upright. ony loved the fact that he could do this to you, have you so dumb over his dick that you’re just letting him have his way with you. voice hoarse from all the moaning you been doing, drool pooling from the side of your mouth, he had you right where he wanted you.
“i’m s-sorry, ahh, so sorryy.” reaching your hand to grip his arm, ony pushing it out his way.
“what i tell you, lil girl?” he pushes his palm on your back, watching it curve exactly how he wanted it. “take this fuckin’ dick.”
ony was no minute man but fuck, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. now he understood why you kept this pretty pussy from him, this had to be voodoo. shit didn’t make no sense, how your cream was forming a white ring around the base of his big dick, coating his toned abs, wet squelching sounds from your pussy bouncing off the walls, driving him wild.
ony tipped his chin to the ceiling, panting heavily. “fuck ma.” a hand circled your neck, applying pressure. “this pussy so good. this my pussy, right? all mine?”
you nodded frantically and ony’s hand cupped your jaw, leaning his body against yours so he could growl in your ear. “use your words.”
“oohyesyesyes it’s all yours—‘m gonna cum!”
“hold it.” ony muttered before he props one on his legs on the bed, fingers digging crescents into your hips, dick digging deeper in your guts than before. hitting that sweet spot over and over that had you blubbering, eyes rolling and your mind going blank. the force of his thrusts making your juices drip down his balls, creating a mess beneath you. using the last of your strength, you look at him over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes. “p-please let me cum, please.”
how could he say no to that pretty face? he decided he’d go easy on you this one time. ony bit his lip, feeling his own orgasm approaching. “cum all over this dick, baby.”
he didn’t stop stroking as your body trembled, the intensity of your orgasm had you seeing stars, leaving you completely limp on the bed, all your cum trickling down your thick thighs. your lower body still being held up in ony’s strong hands, you know you’ll have bruises from his tight grip. ony could only stroke one, two more times before his body stilled, filling you up with his seed. it was so much that it started dripping out of your puffy pussy, adding to the mess under you.
he could only smile when your eyes softly fluttered, fighting sleep as he gently wiped your tears with his thumb before he went into the bathroom to get a warm rag and start the bath water. coming back into the room, he starts wiping your worn-out hole, whispering apologies when you flinched from overstimulation.
“so good for me, mama.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling back to see the damage he did on your frontal, lifting the lace. you kiss your teeth and swat his hand away. “i hate you. i just got this shit done!”
ony rolled his eyes. “you didn’t hate me when i had you creaming all over this dick.”
you cut your eyes at him and he laughs, playfully smacking your ass. “don’t worry mama. i’ll pay for another install and buy a new wig, whatever you want.”
“yeah, you better, nigga—”
you squealed when ony lifted you bridal style, telling you to watch your mouth as he walked into the bathroom and settled you into the bubbly water, fitting himself in the space behind you, arms wrapped around your waist. he littered kisses along your jaw and admired your pretty face as you snuggled into him, eyes slowly closing.
ony always knew that he would make you his and he always got what he wanted...but this? this was better than anything he could’ve imagined.
#aot x black reader#aot smut#ony x black reader#onyankopon smut#connie x black reader#aot x reader#aot onyankopon#attack on titan#shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡
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i h3art you
✶ content: camgirl reader, mentioned knotted dildo (i swear that's not implying anything :)), blackmail ??, slight virgin kink, cunnilingus, implied nonconsensual photography
✶ pairings: leona x camgirl!reader
you were his rival of sorts, he'd just never admit that to you.
not the best academics-wise, but you were cheerful, personable, and full of other qualities leona himself didn't possess. as he watched you get along with nearly everyone you met, he began to despise your perfect goody-two-shoes nature. there had to be another side to it. no one was just that good and happy 24/7.
imagine the joy leona feels when he stumbles upon a twitter account dedicated to your more nsfw lifestyle. ok yes, ruggie did send him the account like "check out this hot chick she's into some freaky shit" but he immediately knew it was you. you never showed your face but he'd know the sound of your voice anywhere. it's also completely normal to identify a very distinct blemish you have and use that as even more evidence to confirm his suspicions.
two days later, he's dragging you into a dark corner of the school and holding his phone up to you, a clip of you stuffing your cunt with a knotted dildo from your last stream displayed proudly. it's impossible to miss the smug smirk on his face as you gasp and try to snatch the phone from his grasp.
leona holds the phone out of your reach and leans closer to you.
"i won't tell a soul if you can make it worth my while, gorgeous"
you mull it over for a bit. this is probably the most mortifying moment of your life and you've done some embarrassing things in your lifetime. you could assume what he wanted from you, it was almost painstakingly obvious. letting him fuck you would probably be beneficial to you, letting you get the major crush you had on him out of your system. wanting to save the little bit of dignity you had left, you put on a brave face and grab him by the collar.
this actually catches him off guard for a moment as you drag him down to your level. "my room. midnight. don't be late" you release him and walk away, which gradually turns into a speed walk as you can still feel his eyes on you as you walk away.
it's 11:58 and all that confidence you had is quickly fading. you're just about to consider jumping out of your window and booking it across campus when you hear a knock on your door. you take a deep breath, pray to whatever deity is looking out for you, and get up to open the door. leona stares down at you and without a word, brushes past you and plops himself onto your bed.
you stand as far away from him as possible, nervously playing with the end of your tank top. he sighs and gets up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you closer to him, positioning your body between his open legs. "you're so shy now, c'mon don't keep me waiting" you shudder as he lifts up your top and starts to trail kisses down your stomach. okay, this would probably be the best time to tell him.
"ima virgin," you mumble, barely audible.
leona looks up at you. "what did you say?" your grip on his shoulders tighten as you repeat yourself. "i am a virgin aka I've never like actually had sex with another person before" the silence between you two hangs there for a while before he smiles and throws you on the bed, climbing over you.
"that's fine by me, i'll just be the first guy to make you cum until you blackout"
he smirks and roughly presses his lips against yours. you moan into the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. leona breaks the kiss and moves to take off your tank top. he latches onto one of your nipples, sucking harshly, as you move to shimmy out of your already soaked panties. panties discarded, you bury your fingers in his brown locks, bringing his head closer to your chest. "a-ah fuck leona please" he releases your nipple from his mouth with a pop, staring into your eyes intently.
he doesn't say a word and just slides himself down your body. he takes hold of your thighs and holds your legs open, baring your pussy to him. "such a pretty cunt and it's all mine now" almost immediately, he buries his face in your cunt, catching you by surprise. you instinctively go to shut your legs but his grip stops you from doing so. his lips wrap around your clit and you feel one of his fingers enter you. you whine and start to squirm, adjusting to the new feeling. your moans are fueling his actions as he slides a second finger into your cunt, picking up speed.
"fuck! please don't stop, feels so good" your grip on his hair tightens. leona groans and somehow manages to bury his fingers even deeper inside of you. you begin to feel that familiar knot in your stomach and start rocking your hips against his face. he slaps your thigh, making you cry out. "stay still" you comply and he resumes his ministrations. "'m gonna cum p-please let me cum" he says nothing but seems to move almost impossibly faster.
the knot finally uncoils, your back arches and your legs shake around him. he slows as you come down from your high, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit as he pulls away. eyes closed in your blissful state, you don't miss the sound of a camera click. your eyes fly open to see leona holding his phone, a wide smile on his face. "just getting one for my own private collection" he throws his phone to the side and pounces right back on you.
leona got a lot more pictures that night and of course, he made you upload some of them to let all your fans know you were off the market now.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twst smut#twisted wonderland smut#leona x reader#leona kingscholar#twst x reader#leona kingscholar smut#twst imagines#leona kingscholar x reader#fem!reader
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yasu scratches a particular itch in my brain because his character arc is about being "born evil" while attempting to "be good". but, he personally finds both terms to be quite tedious and highly moralistic. he doesn't really care. but what he does care about is keeping his word to the one person who believed in him, and doing right by her.
he doesn't care about (most) humans, they have been a nuisance at best and a source of misery at worst. and yet he holds the human side of him near and dear to his heart, because it is what connects him to ima. like naraku, he acts by his own moral compass. however, unlike naraku, he does hold himself accountable and still values others.
#its funny because he empathizes so much with inuyasha because of how similar their upbringing went.#but he had no qualms manipulating and using inuyasha as bait to trick a demon... even if he intended to help inuyasha and co with the demon#it was still a dick move LMAO#yasu
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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 22
Part 21
Series Masterlist
Contains: Sadness, fluff, angst, follows the plot of season 1 episode 13. This blog supports women and believes sex work is work. Ima will not be the villain ever.
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Horrible revelations lead to the need for a plan.
Your sleep was restless, you and Jax spent most of the night wide awake, not talking, staring at the ceiling. Abel would cry and one of you would get up to feed or change him, the used GSR test was still on the bedside table, its fading blue hue felt like it was burnt into your eyelids.
Come morning, there was a knock on the door, it was Sam. Jax let him in and he all but collapse onto the couch.
"What are we going to do?"
Jax stood there trying his best not to give anything away, "don't bullshit me Teller, I know something's going on. You might not be able to but I can read my sister like an open book and she is very worried about something." You came out of the nursery holding Abel.
"Clay ordered Tig to kill Opie and he killed Donna instead. But I'm guessing you had that idea already. If not, you'd be with Ope."
Jax looked at you with a mix of shock and barely present anger, "it's better if Sammy's in our corner Jax. It's my job to keep him safe, he has to know who he's sitting at the table with. He won't tell a soul."
Sam stood up, "I swear on her life I won't tell anyone, I won't even hint at my suspicions." Jax relaxed, and you handed Sam Abel while you went to get him a bottle.
You handed the bottle to Sam and he sat down with Abel and started to feed him, Jax was watching carefully, clearly thinking about how to move forward.
"Well gentlemen, we need to figure out a way to get around this. We're the only thing between Ope and his whole world being shattered." Jax's shoulders slumped over and he slid against the wall down to the fall.
"We all saw this coming, how am I supposed to face Opie knowing I let his wife get shot?"
Sam gave him a soft look, "this isn't your fault Jax, because if it's yours, it's ours too. The only two people to blame are Tig and Clay. What kind of coward won't look a man he's meant to love in the eye before he shoots him?"
Jax ran his hand through his hair, "he is a coward isn't he?"
You nodded softly, "what he did is about as bad as it gets." There was nothing but the sound of breathing for a while, then Sam moved Abel to his shoulder to burb him.
"Ask Clay first, when he lies, the left side of his mouth moves more than the right. We'll go from there. I've made some calls, they don't know the reason but if anything happens to any of us, Clay and Tig will be the first place they go looking." Jax looked confused so Sam piped up.
"What she means is, if any of us were to get hurt or die, so will Clay and Tig."
Jax looked positively overwhelmed, "what kind of shit did you guys get into overseas?"
You chuckled, "I'll tell you all about it one day. Right now, we need to figure out how to help Ope."
You all sat at the table, passing Abel back and forth as one of you got up to do something, "Hale's going to call me when they find the truck, I've had to this kind of thing before so it won't be hard to hide it if I find anything."
"I think we should pin this on the Nords, even with their new suit-wearing friends it's easier than anyone else."
You nodded softly, "good idea Sammy, I'm sure I can find someone who deserved a bullet to the face."
Jax rubbed his face, "what about the witness, are you able to check?"
You shook your head, "no way, it will right up too many red flags. I'm also not comfortable helping you kill someone who, by all accounts, is doing the right thing." Jax sighed, he knew you were right.
"Maybe we can find some middle ground, Clay and Tig are going to Oswald today to get the info. You and me go to 'off' the guy and we convince him to leave the state."
Jax nodded, "yeah, that's a good idea. We just need to get Clay on board."
You titled your head at your brother, "maybe tell him some war stories, I'm sure you can swing something to make it seem like you've got a hard on for killing rats."
Sam thought for a second, "I can think of a few."
Your phone rang, "Dr l/n, how can I help today?" It was Hale, after a few minutes talking, you hung up and ran to the bedroom to get dressed.
"They found the truck, I'll go deal with this then I'll meet you guys at the Clubhouse." You kissed Jax and left, leaving him and Sam to deal with the rest of the mess.
****
The truck was in Oakland, when you pulled up, Unser was already there.
"Hello, I was meant to be meeting Deputy Hale today."
Unser shook his head, "well you've got me."
His tone was strange, "you're not going to get me killed, are you Wayne?" The knowing look he gave you said it all.
"We should pin this on someone who deserved to die, I think one of Darby's men will do fine. Other than that, let's not talk about anything we find in the vehicle." Unser nodded but didn't meet your eye.
As you went through the cab, you brushed for fingerprints and searched for stray hair and fibres. The fingerprints turned up nothing which was no surprise, even Tig was smart enough to use gloves.
You spotted it waving in the light breeze, stuck to one of the air conditioning vents.
A hair, wavy and black.
You looked behind you, Unser was busy on his phone so you quickly placed it into a bag then shoved it into your pocket.
"There's nothing here for me, make sure that you get that file to Clay soon, Opie needs closure." No more words were exchanged and you left. You had no intentions of turning over the hair to the authorities, you were just going to confirm without a doubt that Tig and Clay were responsible.
You stopped by the lab to test the hair before going to the Clubhouse, the DNA was back within three hours.
Alexander 'Tig' Trager
You deleted the results and threw the bagged hair back into your bag, the hair was a lot smaller due to the test so it wasn't clear that it belonged to Tig. You wanted Opie to know you were trying to find his wife's killer, but you also didn't want Clay and Tig to twig and kill you too.
****
You pulled into T-M, no one was in the garage so they must have been at the table. You went into the office and Gemma was sitting at the desk looking lost.
"Is everything ok Gem?"
She shook her head, "no, it's not." You swallowed, "there's was nothing in the truck, I found a hair but there was no root bulb so there no DNA. I'm giving Ope nothing but dead ends." She looked relieved, it was bearly detectable but it was there.
"I'm sure Opie will appreciate everything you've done regardless." You nodded in thanks and left towards that chapel.
****
"Y/n went to check out the truck this morning, if she finds anything there, she said we'll be the only ones who will know about it." Clay and Tig looked at each other briefly.
"How often does she finds stuff?"
Tig tone had just a hint of worry, "if there's something to find, she'll see it."
Knock knock, knock.
"Come in." Jax's voice was calm and neutral.
"Hey guys." Everyone looked sad, Juice was looking at you with hope-filled expectation.
"There were fingerprints, Unser is taking them to be run now. But they could belong to the owner." You pulled the bagged hair out of your pocket, "I found this hair, but it has no root bulb so it's useless. Hopefully, the fingerprints will give us something." You cast a sideways glance at Tig as you spoke, he kept his face as calm as he could but his eyes betrayed how worried he was.
"Don't feel bad y/n, you did your best and I'm sure Ope will be grateful for everything you've done." Clay sounded like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"I appreciate the sentiment but I've identified people from nothing but a handful of fingers. This feels like a failure to me. I need to get back to work, the rest of you need to be safe, please." You leaned down and kissed Jax quickly before leaving the Chapel and heading back to the lab.
****
You got home before Jax, Gemma coming by to drop off Abel just after Jax got in the door.
"How was work?"
You sunk into his arms, burying your head in his chest, "ok, I got a case closed so that's a plus. I lied about the hair, it was Tig's. It's long gone, I burnt it the moment I got in the door." Jax's hand came up the stroke the back of your head.
"I know this must be hard for you.."
You cut him off, "I'm sorry but you don't. I am betraying every moral I hold dear for a murderous coward. The way I see it, if Tig doesn't face the consequences of his action, I might as well have killed Donna myself." You felt Jax's chest expand.
"He won't get away with this, I promise."
You lifted your head and kissed him on the chin, "I believe you. I finished your dad's book, do you really think you'll be able to get the Club out of guns?" Jax squeezed you a little tighter.
"I'm going to try."
You untangled your arms from your front and wrapped them around him, "I know you can, and I'm here." He pulled back and looked down at you.
"How did I get so lucky?"
You smiled sadly at him, "you've got to stop putting me on a pedestal Jax, I'm gonna knock myself off sooner or later and you're not going to like what you see."
His hand moved to stroke your cheek, "I'm here y/n, there's nothing you could do or say that would make me hate you."
You sat in his lap for a little while longer, until Abel started to cry for something. You went up to him, taking him out of his soft cot.
"Oh you're stinky."
Jax laughed, "don't laugh Mr, you can change him now while I get dinner." He got up and took Abel from you, moving over to a side table to change him.
"Did Sam say when he's getting home?"
Jax shook his head, "I don't think he'll be home tonight, he's went with one of Luann's girls." Jax's tone was a little measured.
"Was it that tall blonde one, Ima?"
Jax put Abel back and came up behind you, warping his arms around your middle as you cooked, "yeah, you got a problem with that?" You shook your head violently.
"Why would I"? She pays her taxes and her job is really fucking hard. As long as she doesn't hurt my brother, I don't care."
Jax kissed the back of your neck, "you really are a saint."
You put the spoon down and span around in his arms, "have you thought about how you're going to collect on my debt?" He smirked at you, one of his hands coming up to brush your hair behind your ear.
"Yep, I'll let you know soon enough."
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "I await your request with bated breath." His hands started moving to your waist and then he was pulling you away from the stove. You nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing his skin softly.
"Have I ever told you how good you smell? Like leather wax and smoke and clean skin, it's very comforting." You could hear the smile in Jax's voice.
"If you keep going like this you're going to give me an ego."
You bit his ear softly, "any more than you already have? Not possible." One of the hands on your waist moved to grip your chin.
"You are such a brat. I'm going to have to do something about that." You reached up and brushed a fingertip over his nose, giving him an innocent smile while you did.
"Dinner first."
You were ten minutes into dinner when you got called into work, "I'm sorry beloved, they've found a body under an overpass in Lodi. Upside, if I go to the crime scene then spend the night at work, I'll have tomorrow afternoon and the next day off, so we can spend the day with Opie after the service."
Jax got up, pulling you into a hug, "I guess I'll see you in the morning?"
You nodded softly, "yeah, I love you."
"Love you too."
Jax got the called soon after you left, the witness had been found. He called Sam, hoping he'd pick up. When he did, he could hear a woman talking in the background, "yeah I'm busy."
"It's Club business."
He heard Sam take a deep breath, "I'll be at the Clubhouse in 20." Jax hung up the phone, quickly collecting Abel before leaving.
****
Sam left Ima's apartment and headed to the Clubhouse, expecting to see Jax waiting for him. What he found was Jax in a rage and Juice clearly distressed. Abel was in his carrier next to Juice, who was looking for his laptop to the baby every few seconds.
"We've got to go man. Clay sent Happy, Tig and Bobby to the house. The witness is a 17-year-old girl."
Clay came around the corner, yelling at them as they left, "where do the two of you think you're going?" Nether replied, and Jax slammed the door behind them.
When they got to the safehouse ATF were already tied up and the witness was sitting on a chair sobbing.
"Put the gun down."
Tig jumped, "Jesus brother, you scared the shit out of me." Sam was standing behind Jax, silent and imposing.
"Go home, all of you."
No one moved and Jax put a gun to Tig's head, "put the gun down or I will put a bullet in your temple."
Sam crossed his hands over his chest, "did you not hear me? I said go home." Chibs and Happy moved slowly, the air was tight and Sam went up to the girl while Jax dealt with Tig.
"Listen lady, I don't want to hurt you, but see that guy there?"
He pointed to Tig, "he's a terrible man and if you testify he will find you and kill you, do you understand?" She nodded through tears and Sam took a hunk of cash out of his pocket.
"Get out of California tonight, get me?"
The girl grabbed the cash and ran out, Tig turning to Sam with the same angry expression he was looking at Jax with, "you two just crossed a line."
Jax half turned his head, "go home Sam, I'll deal with this." Sam left with one curt nod and then set upon Tig.
Had Sam not been close by, he may have just killed him.
****
"I thought you weren't getting home till this afternoon?"
You shook your head and pulled Sam into a hug, "the case was open and shut, there was no need for me to stay."
He knew that tone, "Dead kid?"
He felt you nod against him, "runaway teen, and an accidental overdose. The parents were already expecting me."
Sam brought you into the garage and sat you down on one of the benches, "if you're not heading home to sleep, I'm sure Gemma could use your help in the office. I'll let Jax know you're here when I see him." He slapped you on the shoulder and went to go get Gemma.
Gemma came out of the Clubhouse a few moments later, getting you to help her take some files into the office.
"You just want me to put them in alphabetical order?"
She nodded, "it's only me doing this shit, things tend to pile up." You started filing all the paperwork and soon after, Jax pulled into the lot. You saw him walk up to Sam and then Sam pointed at the office. Jax walked in and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"Sam said you had a shit day."
You nodded, "dead kids are no fun. How's Ope?"
Jax seemed taken aback by your blasé attitude, "really sad." He put a hand on your upper arm, looking into your eyes with concern, "you sure you're good?"
Your shoulders slumped just a bit, "yep, nothing I haven't seen before."
"I think Ope would really appreciate you stopping by. He said that you really put his mind at ease when you went to see him the other night." That made you feel a little better.
"I don't know what you want me to say to him. I have no new evidence, all the tests came back with nothing." It was becoming more and more apparent to Jax that something was wrong, Gemma had left to tend to something and he could see the grip on your emotions slipping.
"I remember you told me once that doing someone's autopsy was like having one last conversation with them and that loved ones often found a lot of comfort in the fact that you could talk about their loved one like they were an old friend. I think Ope would like that too." You looked away quickly and Jax could see you blinking away tears.
"What's wrong Darlin?"
He pulled you into his arm and felt you take in a shaky breath before answering, "his mother knew. When I went to give the notification, she knew. The cops call it the death knock, I've done so many and I don't think I'll ever get used to the look on a mother's face when she knows her child is dead."
You never talked about this side of your work. Your reasoning was that it was part of it and that no one needed to share in the misery, Jax didn't know how to respond.
"You gave her closure, she never has to wonder if her son is coming home. I remember a very wise person once saying to me that the waiting was always the worst part." You had said that to him when he asked why you did what you did.
"They spend their whole lives waiting for their lost one to come home, I think, I hope, knowing the truth gives them peace."
He felt you reach up and brush a hand on his cheek, "you're very noble Jackson. Most people would have run for the hills by now."
Jax squeezed you a little harder, "I'm not most people Darlin."
"No, you're not."
You looked up at him then down at his knuckles, "what have you done to yourself beloved?"
Jax gave you a sheepish smile, "the witness was a little girl and Tig was going to pull the trigger so I had to teach him a lesson." You brush your finger over the bruises on his knuckles.
"My brave knight."
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You spent the rest of the day milling around T-M until Alvarez showed up mid-afternoon.
"Hello Marcus, not here to cause any problems, are you?" he shook his head, "you were right about everything, Zobel wasn't happy about me cutting off our new friendship. I'm here to talk to Clay about keeping our men inside safe."
You put a hand firmly on his shoulder, "Nazi's got to Nazi I guess, good luck." He gave you a warm smile and walked off to find Clay in the office, leaving you and Jax in the garage.
"I have some good news."
Jax put down the wrench and came over, "yeah, what's that?"
You smiled softly at him, "the observatory is putting on their yearly party, I've been invited again. I was wondering if you'd come as my date?"
He shot you a cocky smile, "fuck yeah I'll come. Do I need to put on a suit?"
You shook your head, "no people wear crazy things to this party, the fancy dresses I wear are because I like them. About half the people will be wearing some kind of space-themed costume. You're everyday wear will be fine."
Jax felt his chest fill with warmth, unbeknownst to you, Clay and Alvarez had cracked the door and were listening.
"Your fancy science friends aren't going to be offended if I turn up looking like a criminal?"
You shook your head aggressively, "hell no, I've already told them about how wonderful you are. They don't care about what you do for a living. Plus, I love you as you are Jackson, and if they don't accept you for you, I don't want to be around them."
You put both hands on his face to emphasise your point, "I mean it Jax, I love you for you, anyone who can't get in line with that can fuck off."
He shook his head, "I am the luckiest man on the planet."
You giggled softly at him, "nah, I'm the lucky one."
He was about to say something else when you were called away, "hey y/n, I think I might have burnt myself pretty bad."
Bobby's voice boomed across the lot but you could hear the worry in it, "duty calls."
You ran off, stopping at your car to get your kit, before going into the Clubhouse to tend to Bobby. Marcus came out a little while later and sat next to Jax.
"I know we don't know each other that well, and for the last few years, we've been at each other's throats but can I give you some advice?" Jax nodded, "don't let that one go. It's not often you find a person like that and if you let her slip through your finger, you're going to spend your whole life regetting it."
Jax watched you as you sat at the picnic benches, tending to his friend, "you don't need to tell me twice."
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You left after patching Bobby up, Jax could tell the that last few days were finally catching up with you, "go home and have a nap Darlin. I wake you up for dinner and you can be fresh in the morning for Donna's thing." He kissed you softly and you tapped his chest warmly then left.
Sure enough, Jax woke you for dinner and you fed Abel while Sam cleaned up.
"I'm going to iron everyone's shirts before tomorrow, just leave what you're going to wear on the couch."
Sam nodded somberly, "you guys have been to a lot of funerals haven't you?"
He watched your shoulders slump, "in the last few years? fourteen I think and that just other Marines." Sam never talked about his time overseas, Jax had no idea he had lost so many people.
"I've lost count. I hate them, I just don't see the point of standing around a hole in the ground. They're just sad." Jax understood that, you spent so much time around death that it must have felt boring to you.
Abel's crying woke you up the next morning but Sam's voice came through the baby monitor, "I'll get him."
Jax smiled, "I'm so happy your bought those super expensive baby monitors, I haven't had to get up and feed Abel once."
You giggled into his chest, "Sam loves babies, babies love him. It's a win win."
The event happening in a few hours soon took over any morning joy, "I think I'm going to give dad's book to Sam. I'd like him to read it."
You nodded, "I think Sam would really appreciate you trusting him with it, he's just as in your side as I am."
Jax knew you were telling the truth. The man had been his constant friend through everything. When Opie came back, he supported Jax and encouraged him to reconnect with his best friend. When he started spending more time with you, Sam never gave him a dirty look. When he was having issues with Clay he sat and listened. He never let Jax get away with anything, and he could think back to times when Sam told him to his face that he was wrong.
He got the sense that you and Sam were a package deal and he was ok with that.
****
The funeral was what you would expect, everyone was sad and Tig and Clay looked guilty. Jax watched you observe people like a hawk, and then go up the talk to Opie. He couldn't hear what you were saying but you had your hand on his arm and he was clearly listening to every word coming out of your mouth.
With the service ended, Jax went to see his brother. He could feel the weight on the book in his kutte and then Piney was standing behind him, "I knew you've read John's book, you've got a look about you."
Jax didn't deny it, "do you think John believed in it?" Piney nodded and left Jax to his thoughts, Sam arrived soon after.
"You doing ok?"
Jax didn't know how to answer so he pulled the manuscript out of his kutte, handing it to Sam, "it's time for a change brother."
Snippet 3 - The Siblings Part 23
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I’ve been thinking about how respectful Levi is. Of course it’s fantastic. Your never feel taken for granted and always feel like he takes your thoughts and feelings into account. He cares about you so much! But sometimes he just gets in his own head and he need you to remind him that your not made of glass. That your not a porcelain piece to be put up and worshiped. That he can stain you with his handprint and you’ll wear them like they are the masterpiece.
I just think about sitting on the couch in his dress shirt that’s unbuttoned as he feeds you little pieces of fruit he’s cut up. He gave you a nice bubble bath and soaked with you. Then when you got out he massaged your whole body. Taking the time to work in different moisturizers to your skin. Before finally taking care of your scalp and head. All the while kissing at your skin softly as he listens to you talk about everything and anything. Over all from head to toe he’s worked out ever knot and worry.
But there’s something else you need that he doesn’t seem to notice. So one time when his digits press to your lips you take him gently by the wrist and holding him there as you capture two digits past the plush of your lips. Lightly sucking on them to take the fruit sure. But your real prize is watch as his throat tighten and bobs. “You don’t have to. I don’t need you to-“ he’s cut off when he fells you take in just a little more of his finger, tongue teasing to press against his fingers. Eyes focusing in on your lips before snapping down to your chest before he forced himself back to your eyes.
Unpleased with the turn of events of course you let go of his fingers but only to redirect his hand between your legs. He has to move forward and he almost stumbles into you gripping your shoulder to stabilize himself. But he’s so much closer now and as he tower above you his warm breath fanning against your neck.
He’s trying to hide how good it feels as you move his hand to cup your sex. Like he’s still needs convinced this is what you want. Not just for him. “What about what I need Levi?” Felling his fingers twist at the same time his grip on your shoulder he leans back so he can better look at you now. But he does his best to hide behind his bangs. Also so scared that you’ll slip right through his finger.
“And what do you need?” His voice is soft and a little uncertain. He’s rubbing small circles with the pads of his slick fingers. Your hand slipping up his arm to scrap against the soft pale skin of his arm. Taking in a sharp breath as his hand sneaks up into the hair he just worked so patiently on. He calls you name as he tugs as the stands guiding you to finally look up at him. Neck stretched- exposed but not strained. “What do you need?” He repeats the question but this time there is no hesitation, no doubt.
“You.” Your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you look up at his own. A silent plea. “Always you.”
Ahhhh this got out of hand 😍 ima send it anyway because it’s been a hot second since I’ve been in your inbox 😂
chris :(((( c h r i s. C H R I S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm in a searing, blissful pain over every word of this. also i've missed seein you around and for you to come into my inbox im like ;;; <3333
the way./… the way he repeats his question, the growing confidence in how he speaks and acts has me so soft. doing all of the little things like cutting fruit and massaging your tensed areas for any relief he can offer you? i'll actually start crying over it.
"That your not a porcelain piece to be put up and worshiped. That he can stain you with his handprint and you’ll wear them like they are the masterpiece." STOP THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WORDED and it shattered me. he's such a caretaker, he enjoys spoiling the fuck out of you as much as he can and you captured it so well im shfjkdhkjhfkjgh
#i am nothing but a puddle of love for him#spreading through the floorboards and into the earth#chris io loved this and i almost didnt repsond bc i wanted to hoard it in my inbox jdkshfskjgh#levi hcs#this just gave me so much inspo im going to daydream for the next 2 business days#asks
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Thomas Knowlton x reader
[a/n: this is self indulgent but I was sad- I wrote this a while back, so I decided to edit it for some sappy fluff. graduate school has been really hard, and I’m finding it difficult to navigate through it with other things weighing me down. I’m no stranger to disappearing on this account, and I really am trying my hardest to find my way out of that habit! thank you everyone for your kind words and encouragement. you are all friends that I hold very dear to my heart ♥️ we will persevere! I hope to be back to regular requests and posts by the beginning of next week. much love, always, Sul 💕]
He could see it in your eyes, even across the room, the finite look of disappointment that overwhelms your features. His own brow furrows, eyes locked onto yours, as if willing you to look his way.
“Somethin’ the matter?”
Thomas knows, you know he does, but still he walks inside to whisper the mentioned sentence in your ear.
Immediately shaking your head no, you press forward with the fakest smile he’s ever seen, lips pursed tightly as if you were holding in tears.
“Ima lil bit of a dummy when it comes to some things, but not to yer own self, doll.”
Blinking wildly, your grip tightens a little bit harder on the object in your hand.
“I can read ya like a book. And I don’t appreciate the fact that yer lyin’ to me, either.”
Thomas is still in your ear, but a hushed whisper, gruff tone floating in and out of his words.
“Who said what?”
It’s almost amusing that he knew exactly what happened without having to say anything.
“I’d rather not talk about it Thomas,”
You turn, tossing the book on the table to your left, and then to fully face the man now. He’s got a frown on his face, nothing much different, except the way his brown eyes narrow, and stare you down with a look of worry.
“You sure?”
“I’d…rather not.”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.”
He holds his hand out, to which you loop yours in his. The situation, although upsetting, was something you should handle alone-you could handle alone. Besides, all it did was make your skin crawl. Thomas showing up at your door after a good while of radio silence from you was nothing a stranger.
“You didn’t have to come, Thomas.”
You’re talking to avoid the tears, and it was working, until Knowlton gone and went and found a shovel and brought it all up again.
“y/n, doll, why the hell would ya do somethin’ like that, if ya well knew it was gonna happen.”
He’s referring to the despondency.
“I…I don’t know.”
It’s the truth. Why would you do such a thing, if you knew you were just going to be upset?
For the small chance it wasn’t going to happen, possibly?
“I don’t like the fact that ye forced yourself, either. S’not good, you should want to go to things, not just ‘cause you think ya have to.”
He’s right, you know he is, yet the fleeting feeling of chagrin doesn’t seem to go away just yet.
“It was nice to feel included. I…guess I just didn’t think about how much of an afterthought I was.”
True, the room spoke louder than anyone could.
“You ain’t an afterthought to me.”
The night air was damp, and while the fresh breeze did help your mood, you couldn’t help but feel bad. Yanking him from his plans just because you didn’t feel like calling for him from the wretched place anyways.
You knew he’d come and pick you up in a heartbeat, but you didn’t have the heart to face the man in tears.
“Y’know that, y/n, don’tcha?”
You hadn’t heard him.
“Know what?”
“That yer not an afterthought. Not to me, not at all,”
The man’s laying his heart out to you, holding in it his steady hands. He’s being truthful, being honest—it’s something that you can’t help but sniffle at.
“Yeah, I—“
“No, say it.”
“Say what?”
He stops, nudging you with his elbow. You stop as well, peering up at him curiously, watching as his arm comes to unhook from yours.
“Ya need to tell me that y’know.”
Thomas’ hands are large, warm, and full of callouses, but they are soft. The pads of his thumbs run over your rosy cheeks, holding your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Tell me ya know it.”
“I know.”
You smile sadly, blinking back tears that have managed to well back.
“You aren’t to me either, Thomas. You’re my favorite thought.”
Your hand raises to brush aside the tears, but he beats you to it.
“I know that, darlin’. I jus’ needed to know that you knew,”
He insists, going to pull away, but your hands come to clasp over his, holding them in place.
“Don’t go.”
You whisper, feeling the warmth of the palms of his hands.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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I will still adore poppy playtime. It's dead on me so ima wait for chapter three. In the meanwhile I'll rejoin a series that I missed so much since it ended. So I wanna share my oc Mothy. The real mothy that's on every account I'm in hahaha. So yeah I'm going to make a video about their backstory but ngl this hold religion trauma. No they abuse me the priest was strict, didn't had good connections with the people, how I tried to reach to someone because I was bullied but they didn't care... So I made an algebralien oc to push how I feel on my side.
Mothy was X in his past life. Him and his best friend four were young and religious. Ever since ten retired two became the new priest. He was strange and very strict. X was yeeted into the grave because they refused to pray. If this is sensitive to you please block or keep scrolling I have nothing to do with my beliefs. This is an comfort oc so I wouldn't feel alone. I've been raised in a religious family and the entire household was strict af. I removed Mothys jaw so it represents how quiet I was.
This oc was made in 2020 because I loved x. He was a little relatable to me because of my social anxiety and I loved them for that. Growing up I started liking , two, leafy, and four more too
Maybe blocky, taco and flower? Idk I was adoring four and x too much back then 💓
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Ima get my nigga backkkkk
Ok so me and this guy were talking for like 3 months (yes ik thatttt long) and then we dated for a week and I found out he had a gf told his gf and then she broke up with him and so did I but I like missed him so damn much he was the finest fucking guy Ive ever talked to so I texted him on a new acc I made after he blocked me and wa slike fuck u hope u get ur karma dahdahdahdahdah so yeah he blocked me again but I just made a new account on insta and me and my bsf made a whole elaborate plan and giant apology for his dumbass to come running back in June so yeah If I stick to the diet I made yesterday for the whole month and then post a pic when I’m lean and skinny sheeeeesh I’ma send him a long ass apology he’ll come runing back and stuff and yeah I’ll get to get my nigga back happily ever after lemme post the apology so yall can see what u think but yeah also dont say I shouldn’t get back with him we cheated on eachother so yeah lmao but he cheated on his girl with me so lowkey I was feeling special lmao
Hey I just wanna say I'm sorry for what I said It was really fucked up to say no matter how much somebody has wronged you its still really fucked up and I'm really sorry also I forgive u for any and all the wrong you did to me, just wanted to say that because I was a crazy bitch before and I just want to be at peace with being single and if I'm holding a grudge and I feel like God not gon let that happen so yeah I just wanted to come to you genuinely apologize for the record and I wish you nothing but the best🖤
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Flash From The Past ✩
Request: I have a request and I was asking if you cans do a ghost!Luke Patterson x alive!reader but she is older. Like in the 90s they were but then he died and she got older. But Julie had went through his journal or stuff and found a picture of them and he wrote a song like the Scene when he and Julie went to his parents house but the reader. I’m really bad at explaining things I just wanted to request an angst story please :) <3 Like a little of they’re romantic relationship and then show the aftermath of after he died and Julie kind a like confronts her with Luke like ep 8 <3
Warning: Angst, probably some grammar errors.
Word Count: 1,401
Song Used: “Somebody To You” By The Vamps
“Luke be careful your gonna hit the car in front!” I scolded him as were were entering the drive in movie parking lot. He dismissed me with a sway of his hand. “I’m an excellent driver love, no need to worry” He smiled at me before making an abrupt stop.
“LUKE!” I yelled at him. He just cheekily smiled at me and shrugged. “That’s his fault for going so slow then stopping not mine” I rolled my eyes. “Nothing ever your fault” I said. He looked at me after he finished parking. “You know it baby, I’m an angel” “Yea, yea, keep thinking that” I leaned forward and pecked his lips.
I stretched myself to the back seat to get the food and blankets we had brought and opened my door to get out of his truck. He also got out and slid the trunks small door down so we had space to lay down. We put the blankets and pillow where we wanted them and cuddled up to watch the movie.
After the movie was done I had my head on Luke’s shoulder, he rested his on top of mine. “I love you” I froze. That’s the first time he’s ever said that, I haven’t even said it yet. My eyes started to water and I lifted my head up to look at his eyes. “Yea?” I whispered. “Yea. I’m completely in love with you” he smiled at me. I leaned forward and kissed him like never before. The kiss lasted a few seconds before I pulled away. “I’m in love with you too” “Yea?” He whispered. “Yea.” I giggled and kissed him again.
“Shall we try this again?” Julie questioned from her keyboard looking towards the band. “Yes please. But remind us later there’s some Sunset Curve songs to show you.” Luke told Julie while standing up. Julie got intrigued and moved her mic to the side “Oh, show me now.” Luke nodded and went to reach for his song book next to him.
He looked at his notebook strangely. “Home is where my horse is?” He turned around “Reggie stop putting your country songs in my journal.” He side glanced at Reggie while throwing the paper out of his notebook into the guitar case. “That was a gift!” Reggie said offended. Luke rolled his eyes “thanks buddy.” He patted Reggie on the arm.
Luke turned back to Julie handing her his notebook. “I dog-eared the ones I think you would slay”. Julie started going through the pages until she reached a specific page that wasn’t dog- eared but caught her interest. “Somebody to you?” She questioned. Luke quickly got defensive. “That one isn’t dog- eared” he protested reaching for his notebook but Julie pulled it further away. “ “Look at me now I’m falling can’t even talk still stumbling” wow Luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” she smirked at Luke. “That one is actually about-” Luke cut Alex off. “No one it’s about no one if you go to the next page there is one I think you’d like”. Julie dropped the subject since she saw Luke didn’t like talking about but she was still very interested.
Band practice couldn’t have gone worse Luke wasn’t focused after Julie mentioned the song. Y/N has been stuck in his head causing him to mess up. “Let’s take a break yea I’ll be back in an hour” Julie got up from her keyboard and walked out. “I’m out, gonna go hang with Willie” Alex disappeared. “Ima go see what Ray is up to” Reggie said and disappeared as well. Leaving Luke to entertain himself.
He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Where you married? Did you have kids? Did you move away? What happened after you found out he died? How did you cope with it?
Standing in front of the mirror making sure your outfit looked good you heard the house phone go off. You rushed downstairs and picked up the phone.
“Y/L/N Residence” you heard someone sniffle on the other side. “Y/N their gone” “Who’s gone?” you questioned. “Bobby talk to me! Who’s gone?” Panic started sinking in. “The boys they got food poisoning they’re dead Y/N” the phone fell from your hand and you dropped to your knees. You truly felt like you were dying. Tears where coming out of your eyes. The boys you have grown up with the love of your life was just taken away from you in a matter of hours. You were meant to see them preform tonight they weren’t supposed to go. Not yet. They were too young they had so much to live for.
It’s been two weeks you were invited to their funerals but you haven’t been able to leave your room yet. All you’ve done is cried until you fall asleep and repeat the same cycle everyday. Apart of you is missing and you don’t know if you’ll get through this. You’ve thrown everything that reminds you of them specially Luke in a box and told your mom to throw it away. (She didn’t throw it away) His shirts, guitar picks, hoodies, pictures, everything. You can’t bear it. It hurts a lot. Everything hurts. Your not gonna go to the funerals you can’t just stand there and get condolences from people who never really cared. You can’t pretend your ok.
“Julie you sure this is a good idea?” Luke questioned. They were on your doorstep. Julie had this great plan to give you a letter that she made Luke write for you. If you seemed stable enough she would tell you about her and the band. For now it was just the letter. The closure that you needed that you didn’t get back in 1995. Julie found you through your Instagram account apparently you became a photographer. One of her classmates is your son so he gave Julie the address. “I’m positive....um.. if it’s too much Luke you could go and I’ll tell you how it went.” Luke shook his head “no I’m good” Julie nodded. She reached forward and ringed the doorbell.
You answered the door and Luke’s breath hitched as soon as he saw you. He wanted to step forward and hug you and apologize for what he might have put you through but he can’t. You look almost the same just as beautiful but time has aged you. You and Julie started talking. She explained how she had found this song and a letter written at the bottom of the song page addressed to you. So she decided to bring it over. As you read the song you kept it together no tears. Luke is someone you thought about each day since the moment he passed.
It’s been 8 years since Luke passed away you are now 25 and have been traveling the world. Staying in Loz Feliz only made you sad you started your photograph career and have been traveling here and there. You haven’t meet anyone nearly as good as Luke so your still single. You don’t know if it’s guilt or if your the only one holding yourself back from dating again but you always put it off and say that you don’t have time for that. Will you ever go back to California? You don’t know.
After reading the letter you thanked Julie and she walked away you closed the door and slid down against it finally letting go of the tears you’ve been holding back. Things possibly couldn’t get worse, you thought you’d move on find someone who was just as great as Luke but you didn’t, you married someone you didn’t love and ended up getting a divorce. Having a kid and moving back with your mom in Loz Feliz. You weren’t happy. This letter didn’t make matters better your even sadder now it was like a flash from the past. Knowing that you could have had a future with Luke made your heart ache. He was your person, no one else.
On the other side of the door Luke stood there completely shocked that you didn’t react at all to his letter. Did you move on? Did you even care about him anymore? Was he only now a distant memory? What he didn’t know was that you were crying on the other side.
He disappeared back into the studio thinking about you. Maybe in a different life.
Sorry this request took so long I have been extremely busy because I had to get surgery but I finished it now. Hope you like it :)
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Welp sorry it be late, schools a bitch..
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Warning: murder, crime, cussing, depression, mentions of abuse, insanity.
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Inspired by:
Humans are Space Velociraptors
By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain
Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships
By: mmmajora
Home Again, Home Again
By: teeth_eater
All works can be found on Ao3
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Chapter 1:
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Chapter 8: Some sort of remedy..
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Days turned into months which all ended in an ever growing pit of hopelessness.
Six months had passed since they lost the starlings. SIX fucking months, and not a damn sign that the Dream Team were even out there.
His eyes burned as he stared into the void for hours on end. The only thing keeping him from going out of the emergency hatch being the warm cup of coffee that somehow kept it’s warmth on the freezing ship.
His skin was flaky and sticky, yet he couldn’t be bothered to wash it. His stomach turned in pain, when was the last time he had eaten? His throat was sore from the coffee and his entire body complained about the stress.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the ache that seemed to seep from his core and into his bones and blood, making him more weak than physical health could ever compare too.
At this point tears were long forgotten, only leaving stains where they should be. It did nothing but cause more damage than good. His brain turned with thoughts that swore there would be vengeance for whoever stole his family.
The time had given him plans of what he would do. Most of them ending up with the starlings safe and the ship and inhabitants blown up in a painful death made by his favorite chemicals. There would be no time for them to escape and nothing would remain if he could help it.
Even then his mind was brought back to the sheer feeling of the empty void that was so easily accessible. No one could stop him if he tried, yet everything held him back.
He took a sip staring into the void, his mind buzzing with thoughts bouncing from topic to topic.
He remembered Tubbo’s eyes. The way they shone with a crave for knowledge, causing the kid to go into a fit every time Wilbur told him to go to bed.
He also remembered the distrust that gleamed in his eyes when he brought him back from that awful ship. The one that enviably broke the kid. The one that made his nature ever so careful not allowing the kid to trust anyone.
He couldn’t blame him. What Schlatt did caused his mind to forever be closed off.
He was worried for who Tubbo would blame. If it was Tommy, there would be too many issues that could cause them to fall in a different rabbit hole.
His mind wandered to the human. The bright and explosive human, that made the charred heart of Wilbur Soot turn. He had already grown attached to the kid. It had only been three days before they were ripped apart. It hurt much more than he thought it would.
His mind buzzed to the what if’s both good and bad. He took another sip. This time he stared into the void with admiration. His mind focused on plans and back ups. The details and potential failed choices. Trials and errors that only existed within the limits of his mind.
He didn’t move until Phil told him it was lunch. He pushed down the urge to hold back for another meal and ate the food offered.
He dragged a bean bag and coffee table to the spot and stared into the endless void. Continuing his train of thought, only pausing to answer questions from his family.
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“C’mon!” Tubbo whispered to the lacking Tommy who still couldn’t quite compete with the other’s agility. “The tracker says he’s in this room.”
They stalked silently to the door, having already memorized the creaks in the hallway. Tubbo pushed the door open and they dived into the room, barrel rolling so they wouldn’t be above the bed.
The pair clipped on gas masks and released the sleeping fumes. Tubbo signaled Tommy allowing him to sneak to the side of the bed. Carefully he laid down a bucket and took a knife out.
The man fell silent. His breathing stopped and there was no motion in his body.
After the blood stopped dripping they staged a suicide and left the room. Closing the distance between them and their ship easily.
Once they got to the ship, their hero congratulated them and they headed back to their room.
Strangely enough Tommy didn’t feel any type of excitement or joy at the mission going well. It felt wrong and burned his gut making him want to crawl into a ball and never wake up.
If he told Dream he would say he wasn’t going with his instincts and that he should forget the poison he was taught.
Dream was right.
So he laid in bed and silently congratulated himself, even though he wasn’t proud.
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The mission went well, in Dream’s eyes.
In Tubbo’s opinion it could’ve gone better. The human was sloppy and lacked quite a bit and was sloppy when it actually came to the job.
He was also being sloppy since he communicated more than once during the entire thing.
Hopefully he won’t have to do that when he finishes the escape route.
The only good thing that came out of the ship was he stayed fairly fit and was more attentive then he ever had been. Why did he start slacking in that sense?
His mind wandered to the many nights he stayed up late working with Wilbur on his latest fascination. Or when Techno would read his many different novels to him, since he wasn’t able to read as well as the rest of the crew. Or the times Phil would show him the cabin and teach him small tricks on how to steer the ship. Or when Ranboo and him stayed up for hours on end, exchanging small conversations and staring into the vast void of space.
Tears threatened to fall.
His mind wandered to the conversation Ranboo and Tommy had. How useless and pitiful that jealousy was. Now the one he could blame his recent pain on was laying in the same room as him, just as restless as he.
The human was strong and passionate, he could give him that. But he was also stubborn and impulsive, along with being impossibly loyal.
If Tubbo could get him on his side, they would most likely be able to get off the ship and hopefully kill their captures, if they weren’t able to get that far Wilbur and Phil definitely would.
He settled for letting himself fall asleep to the soft breaths of the human. He knew the other was still awake. He hadn’t really slept the entirety of their imprisonment most likely due to paranoia.
He wondered if he tried, maybe they would be friends or if that only existed in another world.
His thoughts roared with possibilities and thoughts of other lifes. Slowly he drifted into a slumber.
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His captain had turned into someone he no longer recognized.
Full of a sickly passion making him crave power.
Anyone and anything that got in the way was destroyed, which is how George found himself packing his case and booking a flight ticket off of the next planet.
He suggested they change the training for the starlings. Dream absolutely hated that and saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.
George could feel the tears prickling his skin as he remembered how human the Dreamon looked when he finished his screaming. There were no words for the blood lust and betrayal in the dreamon’s eyes.
He bit back the pain that seemed to be swallowing him whole.
An idea blossomed.
He could use this moment as a last act of defiance.
A way to show how much pain the crew brought him.
A smile perked on his face.
An insane laugh bubbled.
Without another thought he tampered with the crew’s dreams. Letting them have the most peaceful sleep of their lives.
Dream had made a mistake. The co pilot landed the ship smoothly on the next planet.
He walked to the one room he refused to visit and opened the door.
The droneling was the first out, quickly followed by the human.
The two were off on an unknown planet and the ship was back in motion. Stopping at the planet they would use to resupply the ship and drop the ex-crewmember at.
The ship lost three inhabitants that day. Two of which got out undetected and one that would definitely have a target on his back for the rest of his life.
The other crewmen were kicked off at the next planet leaving a furious dreamon to wilt in his own madness in the void of space.
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A what if fic DMC5 Mission 17
Random fic thought I had awhile ago. Finally wrote it all down. I don’t have an Ao3 account so Ima just post it here.
Edited to add in the spaces that were eaten up. Still figuring out the formating.
Summary
It’s all an illusion, created by this extraordinary fruit.
Sitting upon one of the branches of the tree in front of him, Eva smiled.
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Dante had finally caught up at last, falling down into the pit where Urizen was in a backdrop of their childhood home. It caught him off guard for a moment, being able to see it as it once was in his memories rather than the destroyed wreck it was in actuality. He wondered if Urizen had created the image, hungry for a taste of home himself.
He could see Urizen positioned in front of the gnarled up extension of the demonic tree, standing motionless save for the roots that still clung to him. It seemed as if he were lost in thought, starring transfixed at whatever fruit had formed for him, not that Dante could see what it looked like with his brother’s hulking form blocking the view.
“Hey, so do I get to see the damn fruit you’ve been jabbering about or are you busy writing you name on it or something?” Dante goaded, hoping to draw his brother away.
Of course, Urizen was indifferent and refused to respond. Dante huffed, taking a few steps closer and widely gesturing to the general area.
“Yup, this is where it all started,” he began, slowly moving closer to Urizen. “The day mother saved me and –”
Dante had walked close enough to see more of the tree behind Urizen’s bulk and stopped short.
Sitting upon one of the branches of the tree in front of him, Eva smiled.
“Hello Dante,” she greeted warmly.
“What the hell,” Dante breathed. “...Mom?”
He took a second to take it in. She was dressed in the same clothes she had died in, the horror of that day leaving an imprint of her in his mind: a black dress with her favorite red shawl draped over her shoulders. Her hands rested primly over her lap as she balanced perfectly on the branch. She looked real, demonic shenanigans or not.
“What is going on?” Dante demanded. “Mom?” Eva bit her lip and gave him a conflicted look and he was impatient enough to bother his brother instead. “Vergil?”
Fortunately, he decided to respond. “This is all merely an illusion, created by this extraordinary fruit,” Urizen absentmindedly explained. “All meant to entice one by giving them what they have always wanted.”
“Always wanted, huh,” Dante mused, eyes staying fixed on Eva. He’d had Trish to rely on as a living legacy of his mother –a more badass version, at least, who could more than hold her own against any of the small fry demons they dealt with. But a more accurate version would be amazing. If he could just get through to Vergil, without having to kill him, and clean up his mess in the process...it’d be the best thing ever if he could have his actual family again. To be able to tell Nero just how closely they were related, let him get to know his own grandmother, and maybe introduce him properly to his own father; but that was another mess to deal with right there. And to have his brother be the one to dream up their mother and a nice peaceful day at their childhood home as his greatest wish? It gave him hope.
Dante lifted a hand and gestured to Eva and the house in the distance, giving an actual genuine smile to her, small as it was. “Well, you’re making a good case for it. Finally realized what matters more than being a power hungry douchebag, brother?”
Eva raised her eyebrow, giving him a look. It made Dante avoid eye contact as he shuffled in place, running a hand through his hair. Years without his mother and he wasn’t doing a good job of impressing her with his manners.
His brother, meanwhile, was dismissive of their small exchange and replied with his standard broken record answer. “On the contrary,” Urizen retorted. “Absolute power is the only thing that matters.”
Dante sighed heavily. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down for a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to figure out a way to get through to his stubborn brother’s obsession with power when a version of their mother was literally right in front of his face. “Look, that day, when mom saved me? She didn’t leave you behind. She kept searching and searching until it killed her.”
“It’s true,” Eva added, looking at Urizen sadly. “I found Dante first but I hid him away before I went to look for you. I couldn’t leave without the both of you.”
Urizen reached for her then, offering his hand as a perch for Eva to climb into. She went willingly, bracing herself on his fingers as she settled herself onto his palm. She gazed up at him affectionately and he gave her a considering look in return, prodding her hair with a single fingertip then slowly trailing it down her face, briefly making her close her eyes as it passed by. He continued to drag it down past her neck and toward the center of her chest, then paused. Eva looked down at where he had paused, then took a breath, meeting his eyes again as she waited for him to decide what to do next.
Dante was hoping he was checking for a heartbeat, further proof that Eva was alive and able to have a part in their lives again.
Urizen had not looked away from where he had stopped his hand. “Futile of you to appeal to me when I have no recollection of this tale.”
He pressed his fingertip into her chest.
Eva gasped, hunching forward and gripping onto his finger with both hands in a fruitless manner in an attempt to push him out. “Vergil,” she panted.
“Vergil, what are you doing?” Dante screamed, rushing forward but already knowing he was too far away to stop him.
“What I have come here to acquire,” Urizen said, continuing to carve open Eva’s chest as she screamed. “And with this, I will have everything.”
Dante was expecting a human heart, but what came out of his mother’s chest was a close simulacrum for a demonic one: textured with a branching over layer, still beating and giving off a dark mist. It was large enough that it was taking up all the space needed for the other organs. Eva was arching backwards as Urizen pulled it free, snapping a connecting cord that made her let out one last gasp before falling limp. His eyes were fixed on the heart as he absentmindedly dropped Eva’s corpse to the ground. He raised it to his lips, blood dripping down his fingers and ate it.
Dante stopped, despair and resignation on his face. He looked down at where Eva lay, closed his eyes and sighed in disappointment.
The illusion of their home shattered, the sky darkening as the tree before them evaporated into a red mist. Dante watched Urizen as he shed the roots covering his body, the pieces large enough to fall on Eva and bury her underneath, only her blond hair barely visible.
“No brother, you don’t have everything,” Dante said quietly, bracing himself for a fight. “That last shred of humanity that you still had?” He scoffed in disgust. “You just lost it.”
Urizen turned his head toward Dante. “That,” he spat, slowly stomping his way to Dante, “Is nothing but the pitiful cries of those without strength. Come to me, brother.” He gestured toward himself, taunting Dante. “I shall enlighten you, Dante.”
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Later, after Vergil had come back to himself, he turned to where Eva was buried and stared.
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Just You and Me Part 43
Lucia tries out some Tiktok pranks on Rio.
I don't have Tiktok so this is purely based on what I've seen on YouTube and IG.
Lucia didn't have Tiktok. She was never going to get it. As the wife of a very dangerous gang leader, risking secrets being exposed through thirty second shorts on the internet, wasn't really worth it. Rio was already not a very big fan of her Instagram account, but that was more of the comments from random dudes than anything else. However, that didn't mean that she wasn't going to pull some of the pranks Chuck shared with her from Tiktok on said gang leader.
First Prank: Dressing up to go to Target
Rio was currently sitting in his office going through some paperwork, when Lucia walked in, leaning against the door frame, her phone aimed low at her side.
"Papi," she said casually, "I'll be back in a bit aight, just wanna get something at the store."
Rio looked up and nodded. Looking back at his work, however when his brain finally registered his head snapped back up. By the time he realised Lucia was dressed up in a very tight bodysuit and heels, she wasn't in the doorway anymore.
Lucia hid her smile as she walked toward the front door, “Marcus mama is just going to the store aight," she called.
"Where you going?" Rio's voice came from behind her. Turning around she angled her phone. Her husband had a deep frown on his face as his eyes scanned her outfit. She could tell his mind was working overtime.
"To the store baby," she replied innocently. By now Marcus was standing next to his dad, a toy clutched in his hands.
"Mama can I go with?" the little boy grinned.
"No sweety I'll just be gone for a few minutes," she looked at her son.
"Oh hell no." Rio raised his voice.
"Baby what's the matter?" she looked at him confused.
"You going to the store?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Dressed like that?"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed Christopher?"
"Ain't nobody dress like that to go to the store."
"Baby I've been on maternity leave for a while I just wanna dress up.”
“You didn’t dress up to go to the store when you had Marcus,” he shot up. By now she could tell he was getting worked up. Lucia simply shrugged.
"Aight," he nodded, rocking his jaw, "Marcus get your shoes, you going with mama.”
Lucia wanted to laugh so bad at her husband and her son who looked super confused, but she held it in. Staring at the phone to check if it's still recording she smirked. When Rio noticed her smile at her phone, it seemed as though his head was gonna explode.
"Hold up," he snapped, "I'm getting the baby, we all going to the store."
She couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing.
"Baby it's a prank," she showed him her phone.
"That shit ain't funny Lucia," he shook his head, "was gonna cap someone’s ass," he muttered, walking back to the office.
"Mama are we still going to the store?" Marcus looked at his mother.
“No papi,” she laughed, kissing his head, “we can go tomorrow ok?”
Walking into the office, she shut the door and stared at her husband, “Baby,” she laughed, walking over to him and sliding onto his lap, “you cross with me?” he didn’t look at her.
She kissed his forehead, "I'm sorry baby," she laughed softly, "it was just too good."
“Ima get you and your pranking ass back.”
Second prank: Someone's try a flirt with me
Lucia was pushing the trolley along the aisle, Marcus was walking next to her, pointing at items that were on her list. Her husband was getting a few things for her from another aisle. Deciding it was the perfect time to try a TikTok prank Chuck showed her yesterday, she set her plan into action.
'I think someone is hitting on me…'
Putting her phone back into her bag, she continued down the aisle at a slower pace, watching her son stroll in front of her. Not five minutes later, Rio came sauntering down the other end, hands in his coat pockets, popped collar and his tattoo on full display. He had a murderous look in his eyes but his face was as passive as ever.
Lucis had to resist the urge to laugh as he walked towards her, "Where's the dumbass?"
"Uhh," she stammered, "he left but it's fine babe."
"No it ain't," Rio snapped, "what motherfucker thinks it's aight to hit on someone who has a kid with them and a baby strapped to them?"
Alex fussed a little at the sound of her father's voice. She tried to turn her little head in his direction. Her little legs squirming against Lucia, who turned slightly so she could see her dad, who stroked her cheek.
"Baby," Lucia smiled and realisation dawned in Rio's face.
"Again Mami?"
"I'm sorry baby," she laughed, "it was just a perfect opportunity."
"I'm leaving your ass here with these kids," Rio shook his head and turned to walk away as Lucia continued to laugh.
Third prank: Hey shawty your man still around
Lucia was lounging on the couch. Marcus was with his grandmother, so it was just the two of them at home. Rio was scrolling through his phone on the other end of the seat. Deciding she was gonna do this now, Lucia turned on her camera and played the recording.
As the phone rang, her husband didn't pay her any attention, until, "Hey shawty, your man still around."
"Oh shit," she feigned shock, mimicking turning the phone off. Looking up, she got a fright at the sight of her very pissed off husband standing over her.
Before she could react, he was pulling her panties down her legs, "Get that dumbass on the phone and answer his question Lucia," he buried his head between her legs.
"Baby," she laughed, "it was a prank," she replayed the recording. He ignored her and ate her out, however just as she was about to come, he pulled away and placed a soft kiss over her clit.
"Kidding mama," he got up, his forehead resting against hers, "it was just a prank," he smirked, "you don't get to come."
"Rio!"
Fourth prank: Call him by a different name
"Mama," Rio walked into their bedroom one night.
"Yeah Rob," she greeted him nonchalantly, reading her book.
Rio stopped dead in his tracks, "Scuse me?"
"What?"
"Who the fuck is Rob?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "why?"
"You just called me Rob."
"I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"You're Rio."
"So now we getting names right."
"Baby."
"Yes Linda."
"Really now?"
Fifth prank: Cuddle
Rio was scrolling through his phone, trying to sort out a deal, when Lucia strolled into the lounge and plonked herself next to him. Habitually, Rio squeezed her thigh in greeting before continuing with his task.
The next thing he knew, Lucia was on his lap, legs on either side of him. Her head was resting against his shoulder, face buried into his neck and her arms planted against his arms.
"You good?"
"Yeah."
"I need to go to the bathroom real quick."
"Okay I'll come with."
"What," Rio looked at her, "you ain't coming with me to take a piss."
"Why not?"
"Cos that's weird."
"So you don't wanna spend time with me?"
"Don't wanna what," he trailed off, before, "this is another stupid prank ain't it?"
"I love you."
"Get off."
Sixth Prank: Wiping away a kiss
This was probably the prank that was gonna get her killed. Rio loved kissing and touching. He'd be busy with work and just randomly walk out of his office in search of her for a kiss or some form of affection. So what she was about to do may cause her husband to go into a fit of rage.
"Hey mama," Rio walked into the bedroom, slipping his gun out from his back pocket and stashing it away.
"Hey," she smiled over her book, watching him walk towards her, then bed down to kiss her cheek. As he pulled away to go to the bathroom he noticed something and stopped. As he pulled away Lucia wiped her hand discreetly against the spot he kissed before turning a page.
"What was that?"
"What baby?" Lucia feigned innocence. Rio said nothing and simply kissed her again, this time on the lips. As he straightened up, her hand ran over her lips.
"The fuck you doing?"
"What?"
"Wiping off my kisses."
Lucia laughed, "Seriously?" she pulled him back and kissed him. However as soon as he straightened up again, she wiped it off. Not saying anything, he tackled her onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head and started placing kisses all over her face.
"What you doing dumbass?" she laughed.
"Letting my kisses soak in before you can wipe them off again."
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Mal's Radtastic Great Escape
"Hey. Hey, pssst. Up here, Sparky."
Mal, having heard the familiar voice whispering to her, shifted her gaze to the source, arching a brow bone, "Fresh?... What are you doing here?" The man in question slipped his arms between the bars of the grate he'd been looking down at her through, the dim lighting flickering off his single gold tooth, "Your old pal Fresh is here to bust ya outta here, kid."
The teen stared at him for a moment in disbelief, "Uh... ok? Who said I needed your help? For all you know, maybe I had everything completely under control."
"LOL!!" flickered across his blocky sunglasses and he waved her off, sliding the shades down his nasal cavity just enough to peek over their rims as he began to inspect the bars between the two of them, "Uh huh, riiiight. Is dat why ya got statched up in da first place then? 'Cuz dat definitely looked like ya had it under control." One of her sockets twitched at the obvious sarcasm that bled out into his words, and she took a deep breath, momentarily closing her eyes, "...Firstly, shut up. Secondly, if you really think you need to rescue me, what's your big plan?"
Beginning to run his gloved hands over what seemed to be very specific parts of the metal bars, Fresh tilted his head, "Well, I got my beats with me. Figured I'd make these bars here a little weaker, then take off and provide ya with a grade A distraction a' sorts." Mal was silent for a few seconds before responding again, "You... brought that huge boombox with you. Ok then. Y'know, I'm just not gonna question it." The elder of the two laughed softly, delivering a sharp smack to one of the bars with the heel of his palm and startling her in the process, "Good idea, Sparky. Seein' as you're in quite a pinch and I'm not really in a mood to explain myself, dat sounds rad to me."
The teen rolled her eyes, yelping in surprise as a single metal bar was tossed down, clanging loudly on the stone floor near her. Fresh raised an eyebrow at his niece and hummed, "There. The main one's outta the way. Ima go do my thing now, just use your fancy string trick to get rid of the other ones." She opened her mouth to reply, almost instantly cut off by the sound of trashy nineties music blaring from the oversized boombox he'd mentioned. Though it was faint, she swore she heard the familiar sound of wheels on cement. Ah, so he must've brought that banged up skateboard of his too.
How typical.
Not wanting to waste this opportunity as the music began to fade into the distance, Mal was quick to touch her vibrant scarlet fingertips to the rims of her sockets, producing deep sapphire threads. Directing the threads toward the bars, she made sure each of them was accounted for as the threads enveloped them, and with a flick of her wrists, she ripped them out of place. Her threads carefully lowered them to the floor before releasing them, not wanting to make anymore noise than absolutely necessary. Discarding the now useless pieces of metal, she began to scale the wall, the threads wrapping around whatever was within reach in an effort to assist her.
She was able to hoist herself up enough to slip her head, arms, and chest through the opening, before she felt a hand tightly grip one of her shins, followed by someone shouting, "Hey, where the hell do you think you're going, small fry?!" Mal rolled onto her back, the edge of the wall digging into her spine as she looked down, locking eyes with Killer. In his free hand was his most beloved knife, one that she'd had the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of one too many times. Swallowing her blossoming fear, she forced herself to smirk, answering his question with ease, "Away from here, dumbass."
Pulling one leg back, she roughly struck Killer with her heel, managing to land the hit directly on one of his cheekbones. He let out a startled cry and began tumbling backward, instinctively tightening his grip on her until she nearly screeched, feeling him fracture her fibula. Upon tightening his grip on her, he'd also yanked her back into her cell, and she tumbled down on top of him. Seeing another opportunity that she wasn't willing to risk losing, she turned, straddling his hips. She chose to ignore their potentially comprising position, leaning over him to snatch one of the discarded metal bars. Regaining his senses, Killer stared up at her, quirking a brow bone and smiling darkly, "Well well... you're a sneaky little bitch, aren'tcha?" Acting before she'd had the chance to process what he was up to, the blade of his knife nicked one of her ribs, tearing through her sweater. Mal yelped, pain immediately searing throughout her entire ribcage. Her threads, still very much present, wrapped around his wrist, holding it tightly in place. More threads emerged, prying his fingers open and causing him to drop his weapon.
Her figure beginning to glitch heavily, Mal offered the man beneath her a twisted grin, her eye lights almost appearing hazy as she watched him, "You tell me, jackass."
There was a loud clang as she brought the metal bar down onto Killer's skull with full force, a large crack immediately snaking down half of his face. His body went limp and she dropped the bar, sighing deeply. She knew he wasn't dead, and it was almost disappointing that she wasn't allowed to finish him off. From behind her, her uncle cleared his throat, as if announcing his presence. Knowing it was time to go, her threads began to dissipate as she looked back at Fresh over her shoulder, her voice low, "Yeah yeah, I know. Just gimme a sec... this @$$h0l3 fractured my fibula."
Fresh arched a brow at her, tilting his head, "Ya want help, kid? Your dad made it p clear dat I'm not supposed to bring ya back all broken and busted up. The least I could do is help ya a little." Mal rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath. Taking that as permission to help, he stepped forward, lifting her up with what seemed to be a ridiculous amount of ease. Though she was clearly flustered and less than pleased with her current situation, she tightly gripped his jacket, her voice a mumble, "If you know what's good for you, don't drop me."
#undertale#undertale au#underfresh#underfresh au#underfresh sans#fresh sans#mal.exe#killer sans#bad sanses#writing#have a thing I did at the casino#bc why not
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I was sitting in the shadow of the couch, my dark outfit lending me cover. I was stuck like this, and none of the others could see. Least of all, the side currently walking in. Roman was humming to himself, and I refused to come out. Unfortunately, he decided to fling himself onto the couch. I reached for the couch too late, and was tossed onto his shoulder. I froze, hoping he’d think I was some bug or something. He had an arm draped across his face, so I could get away clean if I was careful…
“ANXIETY! Did you conjure more of those ugly decorations to freak me out?” He yelled, reaching towards me. I scrambled away, making a leap just as his fingers brushed off his shirt. I made it back to the safety of the shadows. He huffed at my lack of answer and stood up to choose a movie. I took the chance to begin lowering myself to the floor. He was singing to himself as he flipped through them. Another set of footsteps started at the top of the stairs. I scrambled back up, wiggling into the crack. Not comfortable, but I didn’t exactly need to breathe. I recognized the eager footsteps as Patton’s and was relieved I was hidden.
“Another movie night? Should I get the others?” He asked, dropping blankets over the couch. There was a hum of approval from the creative side, and the steps retreated again. I poked my head out, seeing a blanket conveniently on the floor. I jumped into it, a soft thud the only thing indicating my presence. Princy was too busy picking a movie to notice. I ran under the couch as the quick patter of Patton and Logan’s precise footsteps came downstairs.
“I couldn’t find Virgil. He isn’t in his room, and there’s no sign of him” Pat said anxiously, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I wish I could be my normal size. I didn’t like disappointing the fatherly side.
“Ugh. DOOM AND GLOOM! You’re gonna miss out on Mulan! I picked it with you in mind” Roman called. I poked my head out, using a bit of my meager power to make my voice echo from somewhere else.
“I’ll be there in a minute. Just.. busy” The last word snapped back to my location as I ran out of power. I squealed and ducked back under the couch. The others accepted that as me doing something, so they started the movie. Logan was taking Patton upstairs after it finished when Princy got suspicious again.
“Where is he?” He mumbled, hurt.
“Oh, Princy… I’m sorry” I responded, not realizing he’d hear me. He dropped down on all fours, and reached a hand under the couch. I attempted to roll out of his reach, but his pinkie hooked on my hood. He automatically closed his hands and pulled me out. “Let me go!” I snarled, swinging around by one hand.
“Vir-gil?” His voice broke in confusion.
“Go away, I’ll be fine in the morning. I promise I won’t miss the next movie night” I snarled, crossing my arms. His eyes lit up at the subtle message and put me down on the table in the kitchen.
“What happened?” He asked.
“I don’t know, ok? I just.. Was normal than I wasn’t. Maybe Thomas did something? I have no idea”
“In that case, We’re both sleeping here tonight. A prince must protect his lov-lower class people!” He did his typical princy thing. I huffed, yet his hands were gentle as he scooped me up. He nestled me..almost carefully, in the palm of his hands. He made me promise to stay on the arm of the couch before running upstairs to find something to make it easy for me to sleep, He was trying hard to take into account that I may be normal sized by morning. Logan, being the observant idiot he is, came downstairs while I waited.
“Ah, Virgil. I was wondering where you got to. Please assure Patton you are ok in the morning” He continued passed me, adjusting his glasses after finishing speaking to me. I pulled my hood up, and shoved my hands into my pockets.
“Yea, whatever. Not like I was purposefully avoiding his company”
“I am aware, but it would still help you both. Sleep well” He went back upstairs, a glass of water in his hand. I was picking at the edge of my pants when Roman reappeared.
“Ta-da! A hammock! That way, you can sleep in anyway you’d like, but it is adapted to give away if too much weight is on it!” He showed me a bright hammock.
“Oh. Thanks, Princy. Roman. Thanks Roman” I blushed at the glowing smile he gave me. He lay down on the couch, putting the hammock in such a way that the table supported me, but I wouldn’t hurt myself falling on it. I climbed into it. He had forgotten about a blanket, so I just pulled my hoodie around me. I kept tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. I finally gave up, and crawled to the couch. Roman was out cold, snoring quietly. I pushed one of his bangs out of his face, tucking it behind his ear with a smile. I put one hand on his shirt, focusing the little energy I had on changing it to his onesie. I toppled over as my vision swam. Princy had been shifting in his sleep, and his hand was underneath me at just the right time. I was crushed into his cheek, which I squirmed out of. I sighed and climbed onto his shoulder. I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat in its soothing, slow, steady way. . .
“Virg?” A voice woke me up. I groaned, rolling over. I felt the warm, squishy bed. I didn’t want to wake up. Even if I was floating. It did smell like Pattoncakes, though so maybe I’d get up. In five minutes. I was trying to go back to sleep when I remembered.
“Did it work?” I asked, before realizing what was going on. I groaned again, rolling to face Roman.
“Nope. How did you manage to get onto my shoulder?” He asked, setting me down. A finger poked my head thoughtfully.
“Logan, leave me alone. I’m not some experiment. I couldn’t sleep and your heartbeat is calming” I stood up, clenching my fists to keep myself from falling over again. I’d used far too much yesterday. Ro caught me as my body gave up. He offered me a small pancake, setting it next to me. He cupped his hands as he talked to the others. I started tearing off bites of the pancake, trying hard to focus on not passing out.
“We have a problem, Virgil is still small, and we have a video today. If I’m not mistaken, Thomas is setting up now” Logan stated. I shuddered at the thought of having to endure a video in my state.
“I’ll stay here to help him. You guys can handle this, we’ll be ok” Roman jumped in before anyone else could speak.
‘Or.. Deceit could take my place. That way, there’s still a balance. I can...I can help him” I pulled myself up against Roman’s fingers.
“No! Not happening” He pulled me to his chest, glancing around fearfully. I blinked away the dizziness.
“I agree. It would be horrible if I actually helped wouldn’t it?” The snake leaned against the counter. Patton wordlessly offered him a plate. He took it, and pulled a chair over.
“No. I’m not letting Virgil out of my sight if I don’t have to” He was stubbornly holding me away from my old friend.
“I’ll be in your sight. What do the rest of you say? Willing to let Dee help?” I glared at the prince, before sighing and sitting down at his concerned look. “Or not. Maybe it is best I sit this one out. Get some more sleep to get back to usual”
“Liarrr” The other side sang. I hissed at him through Ro’s fingers.
“We can handle this Virgil. Just get some rest!” Patton called, and I waved a hand in acknowledgment. The other sides sank out of sight, except Deceit and Roman.
“Dee, can… can you make sure my brother. My brother doesn’t show up? I don’t want Virgil getting hurt” Roman finally choked out. A quiet shift was all the warning I got before I was transferred to the gloved hands. I watched Roman leave too.
“Worried I’ll hurt you or take you back”
“A little, yea. Perks about being like this is that Princy will come and fight to get me back” I shrugged, leaning against his fingers. He sighed and brought me close to his chest. I hummed a thanks and shifted my weight to it. I dozed as he cleaned up the space, a quiet hissing of complaints whenever he thought I was asleep.
“You’re still here?” Roman asked a while later.
“What? Thought I’d go behind your back and hand him to your brother? Please, I don’t have that much of a death wish. Besides, I know… even if I’m still upset, he’s far too vulnerable like this”
“Thank you. You’re not so bad”
“I’m so honored” He handed me over, Roman’s warm hands soothing me more than Dee’s heartbeat had.
“Look at the Prince protecting the bad guy” I mumbled, mostly asleep.
“You’re not the bad guy. I love you too much to think that” was all I heard before I was fully asleep.
I woke to a bunch of fabric around me. I started freaking, trying to find a way out.
“Virg?” A sleepy voice came from somewhere above me. A hand entered, open for me to climb on if I wanted to. I grabbed onto it, scared. I was pulled out to see a very sleepy princy, wearing a reddish, white version of my hoodie. The Prince’s sash was across it. “Sorry, I thought this would be easier to carry you, and it’s familiar, sorta?”
“It’s..It’s ok. Just warn me next time. I thought.. I thought one of the others had me”
“I’d never let that happen. Here, want to sleep higher up?” He showed me an inner pocket, shaped like a hammock.
“Nah. I need something to eat”
“Oh, Pat left some leftovers. Hang on, they should be over here” He stood up, gently closing his hand briefly. He was digging in the fridge with his free hand when I got sleepy again. I felt him gently place me in the inner pocket, leaving the hoodie unzipped.
“Thanks Princy. You’re far too nice to me now”
“No, you’re just less snippy about it”
“Mhm. You just like me” His heartbeat sped up when he heard that. “...do you?”
“I uh.. I thought.. I thought you were just… playing hard to get…” He choked out.
“What?? I.. You like me?? Like, a boyfriend??”
“Yea, dark and spooky! I had a crush on you since the beginning! You were like, the darkness to my light, as sappy as that sounds”
“..oh. OH! Ima… Ima.. I dunno what ima do”
“Trust me? You seem to be getting color back, but it's still not affecting your size. I promise, no harm will come to you”
“Of course. You’re my knight in shining armor. Now be quiet and let me sleep”
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tiktok famous (hc) - part two | p.p.
summary: a whole bunch of dif tiktoks featuring you and bae peter
warnings: chaotic energy, cussing, and BUTTERFLIES
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- i'm backkkkkkkkk
- so y'all really enjoyed the last tiktok imagine
- and you wanted another
- SO HERE WE GO BABYYYYYYYYY!!
- so basically....
- (just enjoy it)
- i got a lot of tiktok related comments and requests and i hope i remember them all
- (big boobs? whew chile) ANYWAYS SO:
- like pretty much none of them link together so this hc is going to be split into sections of like... blurbs!!
- yayayayayaya
- this one is inspired by @drecming
- so i think most of us know this very special sound..
- ...
- CAN'T TAKE BIG DICK BUT I SUCK ON IT
- y eah
- so as per usual
- you and peter b chillin
- they really do b vibin doe
- OH BY THE WAY
- y'all are dating in this situation :)))))))))
- and as you're binge watching your favorite show you can't stop doing the hand motions to that friggin dance
- aka the epidemic of generation z
- i keep doing the sugar by brockhampton dance i literally can't stop it's fine
- and thank god peter somehow doesn't notice
- like your movements are so subtle but you deadass keep doing it like once per minute
- and so you get up
- like "fuck this, man. if it's stuck in my head i'm at least gonna make a tiktok"
- and so you set it up
- peter's still on the couch in the background
- this boy STILL doesn't really notice what you're doing
- to be fair hsmtmts is a very enticing show ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- but as soon as the audio plays peter recognizes it
- his head WHIPS over to you
can't take big dick but i suck on it
- he raises an eyebrow at you
i ain't fucking with the pussy, got a bump on it
- *eyebrow raise intensifies*
bad bitch put the pussy on me (on me)
- he sits up, watching as your hips roll (oh man)
whip out my dick then i hump on it
- he slightly cringes at the lyrics me too peter
i'm a bad ass bitch, what you lookin at?
- your butt
ima throw that-
- "oH NO YOU DON'T!" he yells, slight smile on his face as he swiftly shoots a web at you, the string wrapping around your waist and spinning you to him
- the song continues to play as you snort, wheezing as he balances you
- the video finishes and you raise your eyebrows at him
- "no throwing it back on camera," he says pointedly
- you tilt your head in a way that screams peter i love you but you and i both know that i can do what i wanna do and over-protectiveness can be toxic
- he sighs
- "okay, you can, but i'd like it better if it were just for me"
...
- HAHAHAHA
- okay NEXT ONE
- this next one is inspired by @ritxal
- in this one you can choose your relationship
- so peter is a natural born softboy
- he didn't choose the softboy life, the softboy life chose him
- but here's the thing
- it was friday night
- you were bored
- and you decided
- it was time for a change
- and so you approached the man
- who happened to be upside down
- because when is he not
- and, ignoring his protests, gave him an e-boy makeover
- poor peter was decked the fuck out
- striped long sleeve
- band tee
- black ripped jeans wITH THE CHAIN
- nike socks and af1s
- beanie
- and most importantly
- black nails and a little black heart under his left eye
- just picture it p lease
- and it his transformation was posted on your account to forever embarrass him
- and you lowkey found this look a lil wee bit ATTRACTIVE
- whatever
- okey this one's for you @lilmissquackson !!!!!!!
- y'all ever seen the without me (halsey) ones??
- ye
- even if you haven't you'll still get it lol
- so you're in class
- learning about sokovia because history and shit
- and, bored as hecc, you decide to whip out your phone and copy this video you'd seen
- you begin filming and place your right hand on top of peter's left (yay classmates!! sitting next to each other WHOOP!)
- his gaze is hard on his paper as he continues to scribble down notes
- you turn the camera to him for a bit and you're like yes perfect
- and then you return the camera and pull your hand away
- and he REACHES OVER AND TAKES YOUR HAND BACK
- AND YOU'RE LIKE Y E S
- IT WORKED OUT
- PLUS HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW AND HE'S SO CUTE
- you put the phone down, smiling, adjusting your hand a little before you realize you can't take notes anymore because your hand is occupied and using your left hand just aint it period (a/n: im so sorry if any of y'all are left handed lol but pretend y'all are in opposite positions so he has your left hand haha)
- and it's then that he looks at you
- and if his eyes don't make you MELT
- okay i'm sorry that last one was mediocre but you get the point
- alright so like in this process of writing this i've been struggling a bit with details and stuff and making it sound good and funny so they're gonna be short and sweet bc i literally don't know What To Do :)))))))))))))))))
- back to your regularly scheduled programming hell yeah
- this one's for you, @drecming
- back at it again with the ideas!!!! fuck yes!!!
- okay SO
- you seen those "i'm on my savage shit" ones?
- where the guys hand is on the girl's thigh (OR IF YOU'RE A DUDE READING THIS JUST STILL IMAGINE YOUR OWN LEG I TRY TO KEEP THIS GENDER NEUTRAL BUT I FORGET AND PLUS RN IM JUST EXPLAINING THE TIKTOK KJSDBVIBUV) and then she pulls her leg away and the music is like
iM oN mY sAvAgE sHiT
- anyways
- peter's hand is just vibing on your leg
- for you dirty minded folks no it's not vibrating or doing all that janky shit we're children of god here
- says the one who just said the s word OOPS
- and you, as per usual, pull up the sound and start recording
- peter hears the music and is like Huh????
- and then you pull your leg away, grinning at him cheekily before he grabs you, phone flying out of your hand and he pulls you into his lap
"my thigh"
- you give him a look like excuse me sir hUh
- and his face is just like
0_0
- before he smiles at you and laughs and says he's kidding
- but then he stops laughing
...
- and raises an eyebrow
- WOAHHHHHHHH SPICY
- zooooweeeeemamaaaaaaa
- aight moving on
- THE NEXT ONES ARE INSPIRED BY YOURS TRULY!! YAY ME FOR HAVING IDEAS FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!!!!
- so i'm sure you and like everyone @ your school (if you're in school.. lol) is familiar with this one
- i'm just gonna let y'all experience it idk why i've been telling the tiktok before idek sajbsidvb
- so you're in class right
- doing nothing bc your teacher sucks :////
- but its fine bc it's a fun class
- so you set up your phone with you and peter in the screen and start recording
- peter looks at the phone and then you, confused
"hey, stop!" you say in a whiny voice
- mans is like Uhhhhh what did i Do
"stop! omg peter sTop!" you're smiling at him
- he's so confused
- and then as you're talking
- your voice suddenly lowers into your lower register
"stop!! peter stop it- I SAID STOP."
- his eyes widen and a confused smile is on his face as he jumps back slightly
"YOU KEEP PLAYING *smacks your hand on the table* TOO DAMN MUCH."
- the video stops and you and peter are just silent for a second before busting out laughing
"you've never seen those?"
"no????"
"god peter, you live under a rock"
- the duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand: hey! bonk bonk bonk got any grapes?
- sorry i randomly thought of that
- okay NEXT
- this is the one that hits different
- gets you in your FEELS
- DAMN
- we all know peter's a gamerboy
- so he's just chilling playing minecraft on the xbox or something
- what a fuckin nerd
- jk minecraft slaps so hard
- anyways
- as per usual, you set up the camera and start filming
- and you
- i think you know what i'm talkin about
- you slip underneath his arms
- and start crawling into his lap
- and the SECOND he registers what's going on he fucking YEETS the controller behind him and wraps his arms around you
- and when i say yeets
- i mean like
- ZOOM
- you bury your arm in the crook of his neck and you feel him physically relax under you (heartbeat racing though of course) and hold you tighter, planting gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder
- ..
- god FUCK talk about B U T T E R F L I E S
- y'all are going to HATE ME for this one
- prepare yourselves
- so you guys are just chilling in peters room as y'all normally do
- and peter goes to the bathroom
- and like stupid adorable fuck he is
- mans left his phone on silly goose
- and of course
- we all know you can't help yourself
- so like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING
- you decide to snatch it and go look at his tiktok drafts, god knows why
- and the first one you tap
- WHEW CHILE
- your jaw drops to the floor as soon as you read the text on the video
"so apparently when a guy's chain dangles it's attractive..?"
- heart skips a beat
- hands are sweaty
- knees spaghetti
- you look up to make sure the bathroom door is still shut before you whip out your phone and start videoing
- peter is looking nervously cute into the camera before he leans out of shot,
- you know what's next
- and right as the beat drops
- he shows up, SHIRTLESS, with his cross necklace (you've only seen him wear once lmao) dangling down
- not to mention the goddamn CURLS hanging down
- and your heartbeat quickens
- ... both heartbeats...
- then fucking PETER JUST STROLLS INTO THE ROOM
- ALL INNOCENT N SHIT AS IF HE DIDN'T HAVE A VIDEO ON HIS PHONE THAT LITERALLY MADE YOU READY TO RISK IT ALL
- "why do you have my phone?"
- you've never slammed it onto the bed so fast
- "no reason"
- he raises a suspicious eyebrow before picking up his phone and unlocking it
- and the fear in his eyes when the screen opens to his video
- he looks back up at you, mouth slightly open in fear/awe/ohshitohgodohFUCK
- and you and your goddamn mouth-
- "peter, it's hot"
- and oh how the look in his eyes changed
😈
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until next time <3
#peter parker#tom holland#peter parker imagines#marvel#mcu#spiderman#peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#fanfic#fluff#writing#peter#parker#thomas holland
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