#and now it’s dumb I’m scared to go back to that station like I know he won’t be there but fuck that was actually the worst experience of my
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#okay so idk where to talk about this cos I feel attention seeking for some reason if I tell people irl so I’m just gonna dump it here lmao#few days ago had genuinely the most fucking scariest experience of my life I was sitting at a taxi stand waiting for my dad to pick me up#it’s like almost pitch black around 8.30-9pm for some reason and this guy comes out of his car shouting at the driver and threw a bag down#I just kept my head down didn’t look up cos um ok man with anger issues I guess#he sits next to me and after a while I hear hi repeatedly and I realise he’s talking to me and I thought oh maybe he needs directions so#I look up and he starts asking personal questions and shit and asking for my number and I just become paralysed from fear idk#I answer all his questions idk why I was just really scared he’d get angry and there was no one around and when he asked for my number I#told him oh parents said I cant give out numbers to strangers and also I’m pretty young and I tell him I’m 15 hoping it’d deter him#and he just tells me he’s 20 and continues asking and saying he just wants to be friends and at that point I was really really#fuck idk I was just really scared and no one was around us and it’s pitch black and it’s so stupid I was trembling a bit but thank god my#dad came and I just dashed to the car I fuck it’s so stupid he didn’t do anything but shit#and now it’s dumb I’m scared to go back to that station like I know he won’t be there but fuck that was actually the worst experience of my#life I should’ve gotten up and walked away but idk why I froze up#delete later
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cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀
OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭
paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader
warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk
At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?
You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?
One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.
"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.
"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.
"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.
"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.
"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.
"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.
"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.
Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.
Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.
"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.
"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.
"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.
"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.
"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.
"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?
"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.
shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?
"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.
"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.
"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.
"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.
"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.
You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.
"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.
"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.
Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.
"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.
"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.
"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.
"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.
"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.
“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.
“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.
“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.
“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.
“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.
“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.
“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.
“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.
“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.
“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.
“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.
“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.
“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.
“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.
“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.
“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.
“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.
“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.
“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.
“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.
“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.
“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.
“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.
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Let's Groove
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~2.8k
Summary: A night out 💃🏻🕺
A/N: Y'all don't wanna know the playlist I listened to while writing this. I've only been trying to find the motivation to finish this for months.
Warnings: angst, but mostly fluff.
You can’t help but laugh loudly as you watch your brother-in-law head to the dance floor without you. You and the slightly older Maximoff had decided to go out tonight to celebrate the end of the week. Usually, you wouldn’t want to go out after the week you had, but the alternative was sitting home alone. Well with your dog.
Wanda was working, and she wouldn’t be home for a while. With this in mind, you decided to take Pietro up on his offer to visit one of Wanda’s clubs downtown. You and Pietro basically walked right in, and you tried not to glance at the line of people over a block long that you were able to skirt by.
Now that you were in the VIP area drinking way too much liquor, you barely remember to feel guilty. You’re having a great time, and you’ve even gotten Bucky to relax a little where he’s stationed at the bar. You had told Wanda where you would be, and she’d of course told you to take Bucky. Not like you had considered otherwise because you knew better.
You didn’t bother to ask if Wanda would be joining you later because you had a feeling that she wouldn’t. She was likely going to be busy most of the night, and the fact that she hadn’t told you otherwise was telling enough. You finish sipping on your drink and sigh as you feel the alcohol relax you enough to join your brother-in-law on the dance floor.
You set your glass down and you’re about to track down Pietro when you nearly run into someone as you turn around.
“Oh, sh-!”
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”
The statement seems ridiculous when you have a second to think about it. This man who was so tall you had to tilt your head back to look up at him with how close he was standing to you, had snuck up on and stood behind you. If he wasn’t trying to surprise you, you’re not sure you want to know what his plan had been.
You watch as he offers you an apologetic smile that does nothing to hide how his eyes brighten as they bore into yours. You try not to appear uncomfortable, but it’s a little difficult, and you take a step back so you’re not overwhelmed by the cologne that assaults your senses. You open your mouth to respond that he was unsuccessful, but he doesn’t give you time.
“I-.”
“Would you be interested in a dance?”
You can’t help but frown, and not just because of the question. You hate it when people interrupt you, and you feel your eye twitch from the effort of keeping calm. You are very grateful that you hear the beginning of a song that you absolutely love.
“Sorry, I’m married, and I have a dance partner already.”
You barely hold your left hand up long enough for him to see your ring, but you don’t bother to wait for his response before you’re leaving the VIP area. You begin to dance as you walk through the crowd of people in search of your brother-in-law.
You find him quickly and you smile when you see that he’s already getting into the song. You quickly join him and the two of you do your best to enjoy yourself and forget about all of the stressors from this week.
You’re both unaware or unconcerned about being watched by the man you just rejected and a few others.
The lively club is the ideal place to decompress, and you’re grateful to Pietro for suggesting it. You have a sneaking suspicion as you continue to dance to your favorites, that this wasn’t his last suggestion of the night. You allow yourself to feel spoiled as you let the alcohol in your system make you dance like no one’s watching.
The blonde you’d left in the VIP area was pouting as he stood beside a table with a drink in front of him. He was only a little buzzed, so not dumb enough to try his luck again, especially when he realizes who your ‘dance partner’ is. He's finished his Manhattan and he considers ordering another one as he watches you dance. The song changes from a hip hop song, the words to which he barely understands, but knows is filthy based on how everyone is behaving.
Well mostly everyone.
He finally manages to pull his gaze away when someone comes to drop another drink in front of him. He looks up expecting to see the waitress from earlier, but it’s someone he doesn’t recognize. His smile is nothing short of perfectly polite, but his eyes tell a different story.
He frowns in confusion, but when the ‘waiter’s’ gaze moves to the dance floor before returning to him, he understands. A warning.
Instead of responding, he scowls more in annoyance at himself for choosing poorly before downing his drink. The club is packed tonight, there’s no doubt he can find another, more available dance partner.
He takes out his wallet and slides a twenty underneath his glass before heading out to try his luck with someone else.
Bucky just watches him leave and once he confirms that he’s not headed toward you, he turns his attention back to his friends.
They look like they’re having fun and he’s happy for them. They’d both been so tense lately and it was good to see them enjoying themselves for the first time in what felt like months. Bucky tries not to dwell on work, despite the fact that he’s technically still working tonight. This is far easier than what he knows Wanda’s up to tonight. He’d rather keep an eye on you any day. Honestly everyone was feeling the stress of Wanda’s latest deal. He not-so-secretly hopes that it wraps up as scheduled tonight. He glances at his watch realizing that it’s much too soon to think about that. Instead, to kill the time, he heads back to the bar to see if the bartender can whip up a mocktail you’d made for him recently.
As the music shifts from one genre to another, you and Pietro smile at each other before you move closer to him so you won’t have to shout. He leans in and despite your added height, he needs to bend slightly so you can whisper in his ear.
“When did you have time to look at my phone?”
Pietro just laughs before he shoots you a look that tells you you’re going to have to ask him to explain later. You have a playlist that isn’t exactly hidden on your phone, but you rarely listen to it. You were also under the assumption that the only one who knew of its existence was Wanda. Apparently not.
You see Pietro mouth something you don’t catch as he shrugs before stepping back so he’s out of your personal space. You two are honestly the only ones who are maintaining any at this point.
“Don’t tell me you’re complaining!”
You roll your eyes, but you definitely can’t claim this. You’re glad that he did it, even if it makes you wonder exactly who told him about your ‘dirty dancing’ playlist. You did your best to only dance when no one was watching, but sometimes when the mood struck, you danced around the house like it was your own personal nightclub.
You’d done it a few times before Wanda caught you, and you’d been too embarrassed to talk about it at the time. Then she caught you again and you had no choice but to tell her. You’d sworn her to secrecy though, so you’d have to talk to her about this at some point. You ignore the familiar feeling of longing that hits you at the thought of your wife. You’re not sure what she’s doing tonight, but you’re hoping that it will mark the end of the last few tense months at home.
You shake your head both to clear the thought from your mind and to respond to your brother-in-law who’s already dancing to another pop song from your childhood. You’ll be mortified if anyone else figures out who chose the music, but that’s something you’re too drunk to care about at the moment.
“Definitely not!”
You’re beginning to regret your choice in footwear when Pietro suddenly slows in the middle of a song. You look up to see that something’s caught his attention, but his focus is back on the music before you can ask him about it. You frown slightly and turn around to see what’s behind you. The VIP area has gotten more crowded since you’d left, and you don’t see Bucky anymore, but you’re not naïve enough to think that he’s left you with Pietro. When you don’t notice anyone that sticks out, you just shrug before turning back to your brother-in-law who, if you’re not mistaken, is putting on a show. For whom, though? You’re not sure.
The bar is full by the time that Bucky has his mocktail in hand. He retreats to the corner again where he can keep an eye on you, but not be too obvious about it. He almost laughs at the thought because he’s sure that no one is paying any attention to him.
He accidentally bumps into a redhead on the way to his hideout and after a quick apology, leaves her to her drink and show.
Ellie barely hears him apologize as she focuses on the blonde who’d caught her attention as soon as he walked into the club. She’d been here with some friends for a couple of hours before she’d sought a brief escape. She was a member of this club solely because of her mom’s annual contributions, but for once she was okay with this when she found someone that held her attention long enough to forget all about her friends.
She’d been here nearly a dozen times, but this is the first time she’s seen him. She couldn’t even blame her slightly tipsy state for how she’d immediately flushed when she set eyes on him. He was tall, handsome, and his smile was one that she was sure had women falling all over him. The only wrinkle in his appearance that kept Ellie from going over to him immediately was that he wasn’t alone.
She noticed you by his side and immediately felt her stomach drop, and she can’t be sure but she probably scowled too. It wasn’t until Pietro left you to go to the dance floor while you finished your drink that she saw a glimmer of hope.
You’d told someone that you were married and had a dancing partner before promptly going to find who she assumed was your husband. It wasn’t until she watched you dance with him for a few songs that she realized that she wasn’t so sure anymore.
She watched how almost every dancer surrounding you two was clinging to someone or full on making out as the slightly uncharacteristic, but still good set continued. You and ‘your husband’ however barely touched when you danced and it wasn’t until a disco classic came on that she realized why.
It was the lack of a ring on the blonde’s finger, at least that she could see that had her setting her glass down and taking a deep breath. She waits until the song ends to gather enough courage to leave her table and try her luck.
Her heart’s beating thunderously in her ears, drowning out the bass as she steps onto the floor among the throngs of people.
“Bucky.”
Bucky can’t hide his surprise when he hears a familiar voice beside him. He smiles when he sees Wanda looking a little tired, but no worse for wear than when he’d last seen her. That must be a good sign. He’s surprised that she’s already wrapped things up, but he doesn’t want to bring it up unprompted. The fact that she was here told him that she needed a break. It was long overdue in fact.
“Hey, you snuck in.”
Wanda just offers a small smile before nodding toward the side entrance that she tended to favor because she didn’t like to be the center of attention. She also did her best to sneak in here so she didn’t have to deal with anyone trying to talk to her when she was trying to relax. She sighs as she glances around for you, but when she doesn’t see you, her gaze drifts to the far too crowded dance floor. She has a feeling she knows where you are.
She doesn’t even get to ask before Bucky nods and tells her something that makes her leave almost immediately. She almost forgets to relieve Bucky for the night, she’s so intent on finding you.
“Thanks, Bucky. I can take it from here. We’ll catch up tomorrow?”
Bucky nods in agreement, not that Wanda notices as she sets off to find you. The song that erupts all around her makes her smile and she realizes why you’re on the dance floor in the first place. You’re a sucker for this song. She finds you only a few seconds after a redhead steps up to her brother. She watches as he shoots her a charming smile before he extends his hand to her in a way that makes you roll your eyes despite your smile. You laugh when you hear what he says to her as he leads her further into the crowd with a wink in your direction.
“Oh no, definitely not! We do that on purpose. She’s married to my sister, but I’m single.”
You watch in amusement as Pietro leaves with the cute redhead that he must have spotted earlier. That would explain his performance, just now and a couple of songs ago. You haven’t decided what you’re going to do when you feel hands on your waist steadying you as you sway to the music.
“Hey detka.”
You immediately relax at the familiar voice, and you’re smiling by the time you turn to meet your wife’s gaze. She looks exhausted, but she’s smiling as she takes a moment to admire you. You’re taller than usual and you’re wearing a dress that shows off a little more than she’d like, but it’s dark enough in here that she supposes it’s fine. After all she’s the one who gets to watch you take it off later.
“Wands, this is a pleasant surprise.”
You turn in your wife’s hold and reach out to bring her closer before kissing her soundly. Your arms wrap around her waist and you sigh happily as you break away and shoot Wanda an expectant look. She shrugs before telling you that she finished work sooner than she thought she would. You don’t want to ask about it now. There will be time for that later, but right now you want to spend some time with your wife. You can’t help but laugh at your wife’s perfect timing. You aren’t sure she’d be greeting you with a smile if she’d been here only ten minutes ago. You’re sure she finds Whitney Houston far more tasteful than Waka Flocka Flame. You wouldn’t bother arguing with her, even if you thoroughly enjoyed both.
As expected, Wanda tilts her head and frowns slightly at your response. She squeezes your hips before bringing them flush against her own, and you simply smile sweetly before looking up to nowhere in particular.
“If you’re still curious about my secret playlist, well it’s not so secret anymore.”
Wanda’s eyes widen as she realizes what you’re saying and she looks surprised enough for you to suspect that maybe she’s not your leak. You’ll interrogate your brother-in-law later, if you see him any time soon, but for now you focus on your wife. Your hands drop to her hips and you pull her further toward the middle of the crowd so she’s not so exposed. You also want a little more privacy with your wife and you watch as her eyes darken when she realizes what you’re asking.
“Really?”
She’s smirking now and you can’t wait to wipe it from her lips. You take her hand in yours before coming to a stop just far enough away from prying eyes to have some privacy. If anyone’s recognized Wanda, they don’t show it. Not that it would matter. Everyone’s plenty drunk by now. You eye the glistening ring on Wanda’s finger before kissing it with a wide smile. You’re going to enjoy this, and you’re determined to make sure your wife does too. She really needs to decompress.
“Mhm, listen up baby. These are all the songs I’ve wanted to dance to with you.”
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#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x female reader#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda x reader#mob au#silver springs drabble#silver springs
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Can I has soft Moonie and Monty gator fic, where reader is perpetually exhausted and the animatronics drag em off when they’re meant to be working to help them get some sleep in the pizzaplex? (Totally not projecting here)
How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift?
Thank u for the moon and Monty rq I want to eat it up so bad😌
Requests are open!
Reader is gn! No trigger warnings required
Working for the pizzaplex was definitely an experience. A good one? Thats up for debate. No you loved your job, the actual security aspect of it was pretty univentful, flicking through the camera’s of the empty pizza plex. It’s not like any intruders would get far anyway with the security bots at every turn and moon slinking around in security mode. You did however get to see the dumb stuff the animatronics got up to after hours though so that was a plus. If she doesn’t tell that you’re watching YouTube on your shift then you won’t tell how you regularly see chica rummaging the kitchens like a racoon over the cams.
It was a pretty cushy job overall but the hours were vile, working from 12-6 am isn’t great for anyone and essentially becoming nocturnal because of it meant you were either sleeping or exhausted in your free time.
Today was one of the days that you’d turned up essentially half alive, isotonic drink held in a death grip and a pack of pain meds at your disposal. You clock in and slump on the chair In front of the security camera’s, groaning as the pain is taken off your joints.
Moondrop
Naturally moon has been following you to your work station since you clocked in, floating through the shadows of the pizzaplex in a totally normal and not creepy way. No matter how many times you tell him he can just greet you normally and walk you over he still refuses and watches you from afar, you know he cares but emotional vulnerability is difficult for him.
A few hours into your shift you can’t take it anymore, energy drink only doing so much for you. Your head starts to loll in your chair, finally getting a blissful second of rest-
“Morning glowbug!” Moon swings down from the ceiling in the upside down Spider-Man pose, intending and succeeding in scaring the shit out of you just as you were drifting off.
You jump in your seat and land in a pile on the floor on your ass. Once moon stops laughing at your misfortune and you realised it was just him and you weren’t about to get bite of 87’nd you huff at him from your spot on the floor.
“Very funny moon man, hilarious in fact, you do know the door is an option right? Now help me up you nerd” you say in fake irritation, tugging his trouser leg and giving him your hand.
“Everyone’s a critic, bug. I found it fairly amusing”he lends you his spindly hands and pulls you up with a bit more force than necessary, making you stumble. He snickers into the long end of his hat and you shoot him a glare. “Not the day dude”
Moons faceplate rotates at this, non verbally questioning what’s causing your sour mood, you usually love playing with him and whatever is ruining your mood needs to stop immediately because it’s ruining his fun (and maybe because he cares about you but he’ll never admit that)
“I’m fine moon, I’m just sleeping bad again, I’ll survive” you say nonchalantly, dangling your energy drink in your hand and chugging the last of it.
Moons grimaces as he watches you do this, you know he hates those stupid drinks, you feel better for an hour or two and then immediately crash worse than before, usually leaving moon to scrape you off the desk and take over the cameras.
You realise what you’ve done before moon can even get a word out, squeaking and throwing the can back on the desk. “It’s uh, not actually that bad! I’ll be fine, you know me haha, just a little behind on sleep” you stutter over your words trying to back track. You know it’s pointless and moon being the way he is you’re not going to get out of this.
“Oh no, go ahead starlight, drink your sludge. I can’t wait to peel you off the desk later” he drawls out, if his eyes could roll any further back into his head then they would have.
You rise from your chair, hiding behind it like a shield as if it’s going to save you from the inevitable. “You know the drill bug, either you get over here or I’m dragging your sorry ass over here” Moons voicebox fizzles out over the inappropriate word, stupid filters.
“Moon, you know I can’t, I have to finish my shift, I promise as soon as I get home I’ll go straight to bed, no messing” despite trying to placate him moon remains unimpressed, arms folded over his chest. You should probably run.
“Starlight they pay you peanuts, you can take one nap, they’ll survive”
The jester moves down slowly and sits on his haunches like a cat. Moon launches himself at you full speed. You scream and run to the other side of the security office, not much room to run to considering how confined it is in the first place. You yell and giggle as this continues, moon drinking in the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. Over a few minuets you start to get worn out, having no energy in the first place. This gives moon the perfect opening to land a pounce on you and snatch you into his arms, throwing you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. You playfully kick and complain but you don’t have it in you to actually be upset.
Unsurprisingly you make it to the daycare attendants room in record time, moons huge strides cutting down on time. “You know the drill” moon says as he throws a pair of daycare themed pyjamas from the gift shop at you, hitting you square in the face. You laugh and crawl into the other room through the tunnel to change.
By the time you’ve changed and come back moon has his bed all made and fluffed up and is looking at you expectantly. “Your chariot, my lord” he says dumbly, pulling back the covers and gesturing to the bed. You snort and climb in, snuggling down into the plush bedding. You make a happy noise and look back at moon, taking his big metallic hand in your smaller warm one.
“Thankyou, for this I mean, I really appreciate you caring about me like this, it means a lot”
Moon makes a fake gagging noise but his faceplate tinges a darker blue, telling his real feelings. “Always so mushy starlight” he laughs, but you know he loves the attention.
“Can you stay until I fall asleep?”
“Bold of you to assume I was leaving in the first place”
Moon scooches into the bed and rearranges his limbs into a comfy position, pulling your head against his chest and starting up his music box. He traces little shapes into your palm until you fall asleep for the night.
Montgomery gator
A horrid crash feeds through the security cam speakers. Excellent. You sigh and flip over to gator golf, already knowing who’s most likely to be causing the noise. Sure enough faint mechanical grunting and roaring can be heard. You can’t seem to find Monty on screen though, so it looks like you’ll be taking a trip down to the golf course.
You groan and pull yourself up from your chair, you really don’t have the energy for this tonight.
Not having to look very far you catch Monty red handed a few steps into the golf course. Golf club jammed into the mouth of one of the mechanical gators below the bridge. You pause and just look at him, unamused, waiting for him to explain.
“Uh, howdy twerp, I’m having some…difficulties?” He try’s, almost framing it as a question. You rub your hand over your face in exhaustion and ask him to expand on his problem.
“I uh worked up a rage after screwing up a note in tonight’s show, wouldn’t have happened if stupid fazzass hadn’t bumped into me” he grumbles, getting side tracked complaining about Freddy. “Anyway, I may have taken a swing at one of those gators…it’s turns out once the club is in it’s hard to get it back out” he laughs and rubs at the back of his head awkwardly, hoping your not going to explode on him.
“I love you but you’re a nightmare, green guy”
Monty snorts at the nickname but realises you look a little worn down, your usual bite not as prominent in your banter.
“Are you ok cher? Like you looking after yourself ok? Not to be an ass but you don’t look as with it as usual” he says in a softer tone, a look of genuine concern washing over his face.
“You want the polite answer or the real one?” Monty laughs and asks for the real one. “I’m tired as all hell and I’m essentially a zombie right now, these night shifts are killing me”
Monty frowns at this, he knows the company can be hardasses when it comes to shift patterns, not caring if their employees work themselves to death as long as the schedule is covered.
“So what you’re saying is we’re going to wrestle this stupid club out of that gator and then you’re going to the nest without causing a fuss?” Monty says, phrasing it as an order and not a question.
“I don’t even have the energy to be stubborn, ask moon man to cover for me please”
Monty gives a toothy grin at this and nods his head. You both work on releasing the golf club from its grizzly demise. Combining both your effort and Monty’s unnatural strength you pull the club free! And send it through the window of gator golf…it can wait for the day crew, technically you only came down to remove it from the gator and you’re beyond caring.
Monty throws his arms in the air in celebration. “Nice shot, cher!” You both cackle at the absurdity of the situation until you let out a yawn.
“Ok squirt, let’s get you to bed” he says softly, rosey eyes roaming over your sleepy face. Monty collects you in his arms and makes his way back to his green room, lending you an oversized gator golf shirt to change into. Monty lets out a little huff out of his nose when he sees you in the baggy shirt, adorable.
“Time to hit the hay kid” he pats on the nest he’s made on the floor out of blankets and various plushies/pillows waiting for you to climb in. Once you settle down Monty curls up around you like a big puppy, placing his snoot on your chest. (He’s totally not hoping for some pets before you sleep..)
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you unless it’s snoring kiddo” Monty grumbles. “Love you to big guy” you hum and pat his nose
You fall asleep wrapped up in the gators tail, your chest rising and falling in time to the gentle bellows rumbling from the now calm and cuddly animatronic.
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So Undercover
pair: dark!Edward Nashton x fem!reader
summary: You get a little too caught up in an undercover job to unravel the Riddler.
warnings: NON-CON / DUB-CON SMUT (MINORS LEAVE); no really this is dark if it makes u uncomfy then do not pass go!! voyeurism, mentions of revenge porn, forced creampie, dildos, fucking machines, sexting? coercion, manipulation, name-calling (slut, whore, good girl), stalking, blackmail
i'm so fr if u dont like this then go because your consumption is literally not my business at all actually. but enjoy :)
possible part 2
<me> Hi.
<?> Hello.
<?> What gets wet while drying?
<me> Oh. Um.
<me> A towel.
<?> Correct.
You sighed from relief. As far as you knew, the man you were dealing with was calling himself The Riddler. Having to actually answer riddles surprisingly wasn’t something you thought you’d have to do.
<me> What is your name?
<?> I think you know that already.
<me> Riddler, yes. But I want to know your actual name.
<?> I’m not stupid.
<?> What is your name?
<me> I’m not stupid, either.
<?> I know.
<?> You’re a good girl.
The pointer on the screen blinked. Your hands were still on your keyboard, but something stopped you from typing anything in response. No part of your conversation or your screen name implied you were a girl. Unless, it was a lucky guess and he was just messing with your head.
<?> Don’t get cold feet now, Y/n. We’re just getting started.
<?> That’s your name, right?
<?> I want to know who I’m looking at talking to.
<me> What?
<?> Answer the question.
<me> That is my name.
<?> Good girl.
You bit the inside of your cheek and slowly closed your laptop. Detective Henry and two officers looked at you for an answer. “He knew my name.”
The detective nodded. “We expected that. You didn’t get kicked off, though, right?”
“No. I don’t know, actually. I got scared.” Sheepishly, you looked down at the closed laptop. In your defense, this wasn’t in your job description at all. You spun your chair around. The first thing that caught your eye was the chair behind you.
A towel. Draped over the back of the chair.
None of this could’ve been a lucky guess. You knew for certain that he was looking at you through your webcam. “I want you to talk to him at home. That way it’s more believable.”
“Can’t you do it yourself? Or get Estella to do it?” That was the office secretary that rarely did anything other than watch Netflix on her computer and occasionally go on a coffee run.
The detective crossed his arms. “He recognized us as cops. IP banned us. We’ll pay you overtime for this.”
You didn’t open your laptop again and look at the chat log until you were at your apartment and on your bed. With the knowledge that The Riddler could see through your webcam, you made sure not to change out of your work clothes just yet.
<?> I was wondering when you’d come back.
<me> I was curious.
<?> About me?
<me> Yes.
<?> What about me?
<me> Everything.
<me> All I hear at work is you and the things you’re up to.
<?> At the station?
<me> Yes.
<?> You don’t look like a cop.
<me> I’m not.
<me> I’m an archival assistant.
<?> Interesting.
<me> It’s really not.
<me> What do you do?
<?> I work with numbers.
<me> Can’t imagine you with a 9-5
<me> haha.
<?> I have to make money somehow.
<me> It’s funny.
<me> You’re just like the rest of us, then.
<?> Yes.
<?> People like you don’t usually follow me.
<me> What do you mean? People like me.
<?> Beautiful young women.
<?> With their whole lives ahead of them.
<me> I doubt that.
<me> Do you know all of your followers?
<?> Yes.
<?> They are mostly older males.
<?> So…
<?> How can I be sure I can trust you?
You stared at the question on your screen. This was either a test because he knew that you were technically working for the GCPD’s investigation or a genuine concern. You started to type.
<me> You can trust me.
After sending, you realized how dumb the answer truly was. If you were him, it was obvious.
<?> Take off your blouse.
<me> No.
<?> Yes.
<?> Or I cut this communication.
Thoughts raced through your head. He was a creep, of course. You weren’t entirely sure what you should’ve expected of someone like him. This was for the sake of the investigation. It could save lives. Just show the man your boobs.
One-by-one, you unbutton your blouse until it slid down your arms. The webcam was pointed directly at you and your chest.
<?> Keep going.
Your bra fell to your lap after you unclipped it. He wasn’t typing. Your nipples seemed to keep eye contact with the webcam. A chill coming from the poorly fixed holes in your windows gave you goosebumps and made your nipples harder.
<?> Gorgeous.
<me> Do you trust me now?
<?> Yes.
His little available dot next to his name disappeared, leaving you confused, a bit violated, and half-naked in your bedroom. You didn’t know what he looked like or his name, but you just put on a little show for him. He probably was too busy jerking off to type.
Not moving, you kept the chat open. The dot returned. He started typing.
<?> Knew you’d be waiting for me.
<?> Greedy little slut.
<me> Excuse me?
<?> Don’t act modest now.
<?> Take off those pants.
<me> I gave you what you wanted.
<me> I’m not doing that.
<?> Yes, you are.
<?> I changed my mind.
You rolled your eyes and made sure it was caught by the camera. The laptop stayed on your bed as you stood up and shimmied out of your work pants.
<?> Panties, too.
<me> No way.
<?> I want to see that pussy of yours.
<me> Fuck off.
You closed the chat and quickly threw some clothes on. There’s no way you were going to do all of that for some stranger just because it might help with an investigation. No way.
At work the next day, you did your best to throw yourself into the busy work you had to do and forget about last night. He was nothing but a disgusting pervert and you weren’t doing it anymore. You could just tell the detective that he found out what you were doing and blocked you as well.
Your mouse hovered over the bookmarked website. No. He wasn’t going to take up any more space in your mind than he already has. You slammed the laptop shut.
A knock on the doorframe caught your attention. A tall man with slightly shaggy hair and glasses stood, still wearing a dark blue windbreaker. He was mousy, his posture nowhere near upright. “Can I help you, sir?”
A small smile appeared. “Yeah, hi. I wanted to ask about the records and how I could possibly access one.”
You pushed your chair back further to get a better look at him. The whole point of this job was to stay cooped up in the shelves of your records, collecting dust just as fast as they were. “Well, did you fill out a request form?”
He looked at you, confused.
“I’ll take that as a no.” You chuckled and stood. Rows of cabinets faced you. “They should be somewhere around here. I mean, they are online, but you’re already here. So…” You searched a few of the cabinets before finding the stack of empty request forms. “Here.” You took one of the forms and handed it to the man.
“Thank you. Do you have a pen?” He made the gesture of writing with his hand like you would ask a waiter for a check.
You pulled the pen from your hair and it fell onto your shoulders. It was keeping a somewhat bun shape just to get it out of your face. He took the pen and leaned on the closest desk to start filling out the form.
You stood there, watching him write. In reality, you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing with him still there. After a minute, he returned the form and the pen to you. “So, how does this work?”
“I just have to enter some of your information into the system, I’ll scan the record digitally and you’ll be able to access it online in about a half-hour, I think.” He followed you to your computer and stood a bit too close as you started to enter his information into the system.
“You think?” He raised a brow.
You shrugged. “I mean, I know. It’s just pretty rare that someone actually comes in. And it’s my boss that does it. She’s on vacation right now. Of course, who goes on vacation in the middle of February?”
“It’s cheaper.” He answered.
“I guess so.” You continued to fill out the information into the system. “You know, you don’t have to stay anymore. I’ll have the record sent to your email.”
He pursed his lips and adjusted his windbreaker. “It was nice meeting you, um…”
“Y/n. You too, um.” You looked at the form. Patrick Parker. “Patrick.”
Once you looked from your screen to his direction, he was long gone. Strange man. You took a closer look at the records he was requesting. The murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Strange men indeed.
No matter how strange the interaction you had was, it still took your mind off of The Riddler. You hadn’t thought about opening up the chat log again until you finally reached your apartment. The laptop almost beckoned you to open it while it was on the counter and you were eating dinner.
“Jesus. Okay.” You put your food on the table and brought your laptop. The chat was pulled up after a moment.
<me> Are you there?
You continued to eat, glancing at the chat log. The small availability dot appeared next to his screen name. He didn’t respond.
<me> Riddler.
<me> I know you’re there.
You finished your dinner, still with no response. The dishes were done and drying when you returned to your laptop. He was still there, but not speaking.
<me> Please.
<?> Such a desperate slut.
<?> I love it when you beg.
<me> I have a question for you.
<?> Yes?
<me> Why do you do what you do?
<?> For justice.
<me> I mean, the violence part.
<?> Change doesn’t happen peacefully.
<?> You can’t just ask the corrupt to treat people like us with respect.
<?> Or give us the things that are rightfully ours.
<me> What about fixing the system from the inside?
<?> It’s naive to believe things like that.
<?> We can’t fix the system.
<?> It has to be destroyed and rebuilt.
<me> And that’s what you plan on doing?
<?> Precisely.
<me> I want to help you.
<?> How could you possibly help?
<me> I have access to the entirety of the GCPD police record system.
<me> No questions asked.
<?> They are public records.
<?> Anyone has access.
<me> Well.
<me> What can I do?
<?> You can be an informant.
<me> Like, tell you what the police are saying?
<?> Yes.
<me> I can do that.
<?> Good girl.
The surge of adrenaline that shot through you was hard to ignore. You were successfully doing undercover work and seemingly gaining trust in the Riddler. Even harder to ignore was that heat that pooled in between your legs when he praised you. For all that you knew, he was some ugly, basement dweller.
What were you even thinking? He’s a serial killer. A literal killer that plans on killing many more people.
<?> I’m sending you a gift.
<me> A gift?
<?> Yes.
<me> Why?
<me> What is it?
<?> It’s a surprise.
The Riddler’s surprise gift that was supposedly getting to you could’ve been so many things. What if it was a bomb? You knew that he had your workplace and if he knew your name, he could’ve found your address. Easily.
It took a week for the package to arrive at your front door. It was larger than you thought. After a long day of work, you had to drag the box into your apartment before anyone asked any questions. You took your pocket knife and cut open the box. What was inside made your jaw drop. You went straight to your laptop.
<me> What the fuck?
<me> Why would you give this to me?
<?> You don’t like it?
<me> No.
<?> I want to see you use it.
<me> I’m not touching that thing.
<?> But you are.
<?> It’s custom made.
<?> And remote controlled.
<me> You’re disgusting.
<?> And you’re still going to do what I tell you to do.
<me> And why is that?
<?> Because I have so many pictures of you that I’m sure your employers won’t want to see.
<me> What pictures?
<?> Attached 3 Images.
Pictures of you from that first night appeared on your screen. Topless photos with your face clearly in the frame along with one without your pants. You gasped.
<?> Take it out of the box.
You resisted the urge to say no. The box stared at you from across the room. You got up and pulled it out of the box. It was a dildo connected to a metal base. It was not an unnatural skin color. It was pale, not entirely large, but not small. In the living room you placed it upright on the rug and brought your laptop to face it.
<?> Strip.
<?> Don’t make me wait, slut.
You grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off, your pants following shortly. After a deep breath and the reminder that your life would probably be ruined if you stopped here, you unhooked your bra and rolled your panties down your legs.
<?> Touch yourself.
Your hand trembled as you reached your clit and gently started to rub circles over it. This was necessary no matter how uncomfortable you were knowing that he was watching. You had to be at least a little wet before he commanded you to start using the dildo.
<?> I want you to put your mouth on it.
The machine and the synthetic cock attached to it taunted you as you got closer to it. Glancing at the laptop for a moment, you licked the head. You slowly began to take the cock deeper in your mouth, doing your best to pretend that it was something real and connected to someone you liked. What was the name of the guy from the forensics unit? Ben? Yeah, you imagined it to be him.
Your phone began to ring and you looked at the screen for him to tell you what to do now.
<?> Answer.
The caller ID said that it was an unknown number. You picked up. “Hello?”
A modulated male voice came through the other line. “Get back to sucking, slut.”
Of course, he knew your number. He probably knew your shoe size, favorite drink, and childhood dog’s name. “I won’t be able to talk.”
“That’s the point. I want to hear you gag.” Still with the phone on your ear, you returned to gently sucking the cock. A quiet beep came from it and it began to push slowly further into your mouth. He would be mad if you pulled away, so you tried your best to take as much of it before the tip poked against the back of your throat.
You gagged and pulled away from the machine. Your voice rasped. “No more.”
He sighed from the other line. “Then get on it.”
Not wanting to look at the camera, you kept your stare to the ground and lined your entrance up to the awaiting cock. As you sank low enough so that the tip was inside of you, another beep filled the silence. The machine pushed the cock into you entirely. You moaned out of surprise and the sudden feeling of being full, followed by whimpering as the machine, or The Riddler, didn’t let you get used to the unfamiliar stretch.
“That’s right. Moan for me, slut.” The machine’s pace quickened and you couldn't hold your voice no matter how hard you tried. Your moans and whimpers filled the air. Riddler wasn’t visible, but you could almost feel that he had a smug little smirk on his face. “You’re mine, you hear that? All mine. Say you’re the Riddler’s whore.”
“M’not saying that.”
The machine stopped its assault. The pattern changed to pushing entirely into you as fast as possible, then slowly pulling out. It was excruciating. It just kept going on like that.
“I’m The Riddler’s whore. Now stop it.” Your body jolted with each thrust.
“What was that? Say it nice and clear to the camera.”
You turned your head to face the laptop. “I’m The Riddler’s whore.”
The machine sped up back to its original fast pace. “Good girl. Do you know what good girls get?”
All of your brain power was focused on answering. “What?”
The machine stopped, sheathed fully inside of you. “They get cum.” A warm liquid shot out of the synthetic cock and filled your insides. You didn’t even realize what was happening until most of it had already been expelled into you, threatening to enter your womb.
Looking down at yourself, droplets of cum spilled from your opening. “What is that? That’s not real, right?”
“It’s real. I’ve been keeping it nice and warm just for you. Feel honored.” He hung up the phone.
At least you were on the pill.
At work, the next day, you walked in with a small container that held as much of the Riddler’s semen as you possibly could gather after the fact. How were you even going to explain this to the detective? Sexted the serial killer and now I have some evidence! That’s insane.
You handed the container to one of the forensics workers. “I need this DNA tested. It’s connected to the Riddler case.” Be brief with details and get out of there.
You felt safe again when you were in the archive room and finally away from everyone else. A knock on the door caught your attention. The same man from a few weeks ago stood. Patrick Parker, you think it was. Some alliteration like that.
“Couldn’t figure out the website. Figured I’d just come here again.” He blushed as he spoke and avoided eye contact with you. Still strange, but at least he seemed a little sweet.
You stood from your chair. “Yeah, the forms are just over here.”
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On the Road, Just the Two of Us
Chapter Three: At a Gas Station, Just the Two of Us (well, not really)
Masterpost | First | Previous | Next | Ao3
Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek
Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.
Content Warnings: Innuendos, Heavy Flirting, mention of rats
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“This place is filthy,” Janus commented as they pulled into the gas station. Remus hummed in agreement.
“Well, we don’t really have much choice, I think. There’s probably not another one for miles.”
“Most likely. I’ll just remain in the car then.”
“Fine by me. Though, you’re sure you don’t wanna go to the toilet?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s more sanitary to go in the bushes that on what that tragedy probably looks like.” Janus frowned at the building, the windows of which look like they haven’t been cleaned in years.
“So, I can’t convince you to have a quicky in the bathroom?”
“Not unless you’re willing to clean it with bleach and disinfect everything like three times.”
“Was worth a shot,” Remus shrugged and climbed out of the driver seat. Janus watched him as he filled up their tank and then disappeared inside to pay. He then waved at Janus as he rounded the building to go to the toilet. Janus’ nose scrunched automatically at just the thought of what they must look and smell like. He’ll have to make Remus disinfect his hands in eyeshot before letting him back into the van.
Remus would pout at him for at least an hour after, but he could handle that.
Except, he didn’t.
When Remus did come back to the van and Janus wordlessly held out the disinfection spray, his boyfriend rolled his eyes once but otherwise complied without complaining. Janus was so shocked that he didn’t get a word out until they had pulled out of the gas station and back onto the road.
When he came back to himself, Remus was humming along to the playlist, simply focused on the road and otherwise completely still.
He was very rarely that docile.
Janus narrowed his eyes at him.
“What happened?”
“Hm?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Remus, something happened on that toilet. You’re way too happy for just having taken a dump.”
His boyfriend snorted – because of course he did, he had the humor of a twelve-year-old.
“You sure you wanna know? You’re not gonna like it.”
“You’re actually completely focused on the road without me having to jump through hoops to entertain you, of course I want to know who or what my savior is.”
“I love you,” Remus sighed, completely serious. “Your snark is so hot.”
“I love you, too. Now answer me.”
“There was a rat running around the restroom. It was super cute and barely scared of me! Even let me take pictures! Though it ran away when I tried to pet it.”
Janus gagged and Remus snorted.
“Told you you weren’t gonna like it.”
“I’m just glad it ran away and didn’t bite you. And it’s nice to know that I made the right decision by not taking a step out of this car at that disgusting place.”
“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t’ve tried to touch it… My shitty impulse control really had me this time.”
“The rat is definitely wiser than you.”
“They’re so fucking smart, Jan. Do you know how fucking smart they are? Like super fucking smart.”
“Yes, dear, I know,” Janus chuckled. “You’ve given me several ted talks and shown me plenty of videos. Still, you shouldn’t try to touch street rats. Only the domesticated ones.”
“Uhhhh, I’d love to have a pet rat! Would have since I was a child but Roman convinced me that it was a bad idea to ask for one because mom absolutely hates rodents. Convinced her to get us that hamster though.”
“Ah, yes, I remember you telling me about that. Sacagawea, wasn’t it? You and Roman went to play with her in the garden and lost her?”
“Yep, that’s the one! After that mom decided we weren’t ready for pets.”
“I wouldn’t mind having a pet rat.”
Remus hit the breaks a bit too hard. Thankfully, they were still in the middle of nowhere without any other car around.
“You wouldn’t?!” Remus asked, excitedly.
“I wouldn’t. As I said, you’ve spoken about them so much, I couldn’t help getting a bit endeared with them as well. They can be really cute. When they’re domesticated and properly trained.” He added that last part when Remus seemed to be about to turn the van around to get back to that gas station and retrieve the encountered rat.
“Fine. A boring, domesticated rat then. But we’re getting one!”
“Not directly after we get back, but I’m open to it in the future, alright, darling?”
“More than alright! I could kiss you until the sun goes up tomorrow! Actually, that’s an idea…” His tone shifted in one Janus knew very well, and he rolled his eyes.
“No way, dear. We can kiss for a bit; you’ve already brought us to a stop anyway. But if you wanna take my clothes off, you’ll have to wait until the sun has gone down first.”
“And then we can go until sunrise?”
“Depends on where we end up.”
Remus whooped loudly, before turning off the van for now and pulling Janus into a bruising kiss.
There was nowhere he’d rather be.
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Rich stupid Highschool Kids P2
P1 P3 P4 P5 P6
Summary: The Sturniolo‘s. Their kids are rich and spoiled, stupid brats. You hated them. But you hated Nicolas the most. The way he looks down on everybody and thinks he is better than everyone else just makes your blood boil. You’re a drug dealer - selling drugs to those rich dumb kids, trying to earn some money. Who would’ve thought this would be a love story?
Warnings: smoking, drugs, cursing, sexual stuff but only a little nothing crazy
I fucking cringed writing the sexual part, I’m so bad at this.
-g3z0
I sit besides Nick while we are sitting in the bus.
He’s too fucking close to me, I can’t stand it.
I let out a sigh, looking over at him.
He bites his lip nervously while he looks around in the bus.
„Are you fucking scared?“ I ask him and he flinches a little as he suddenly hears my voice.
He looks back at me and scoffs „no?“
I smirk a little in response. It’s so fucking funny.
It’s weird to think about how this is his first time in a bus.
I was a fucking baby and I was sitting in the bus with my mom, driving to the city to go grocery shopping.
„mhm, sure.“ I reply as I look back out of the window.
„This is our station.“ I say to him as I stand up. He also stands up and follows me as I walk to the door of the bus.
I grab one of the poles to hold on to as the bus stops.
He doesn’t and almost falls over.
I grab his arm thightly and hold him into place „what the fuck are you doing?“ I whisper to him.
„you didn’t told me I needed to grab something or else I would be flying across the fucking bus!“ he whispers loudly back to me and grabs onto my shoulder, to stand straight.
I roll my eyes and get out of the bus as it stops and opens the doors.
He follows me and looks around nervously.
„in what fucking area of the city do you live?“ he asks like he doesn’t believe people actually live here.
He’s so fucking spoiled and I want to beat the shit outta him for that.
I let out a sigh „shut up or you ain’t getting my weed.“
He scoffs and follows me.
It’s only a five minute walk from the bus station to my house.
I light another cigarette and take a drag.
„these are bad for you, you know.“ he says to me and I let out an frustrated groan.
„and coke is good for you?“ I glare at him annoyed and he shrugs with his shoulders.
I click my tounge and look away again.
I flick the stumble of my cigarette away as we reach my house. „Wait here.“ I say to him and walk inside.
I walk into my room and grab a small bag with 1g of weed in it. That’s more than I like to share from my fucking weed.
I walk back outside and press the bag into his hands „now piss off.“
He stares down at the small bag in his hands and I frown.
„what’s wrong now?“ I ask, visibly annoyed.
He sigh and looks back up at me „I can’t roll a Joint.“ he mumbles.
I raise my eyebrows and let out a little laugh. „You can’t roll a spliff?“
He rolls his eyes and I grab the bag from his hands again.
„fucking Pathetic.“ I mumble as I walk back into my house, into my room.
I open the drawer from my desk and pull out a grinder and some papes.
I roll a Joint for him, making sure I don’t put too much weed in it. I don’t want him to fucking throw up.
I sigh and grab the joint and the bag, walking back outside.
I hold the joint out to him and press the bag back into his hand.
„does the prince have a second wish?“ I ask sarcastically and he sighs annoyed.
„shut up.“ he mumbles.
„bye.“ I say as I start to walk back to my house.
„what about the money?“ he asks and I shrug with my shoulders.
„don’t piss me off the next time and we’re fine.“
„You’re not gonna bring me home?“ he yells after me and I frown at him.
„why the fuck would I do that?“
„I don’t know how to get home from here!“ he yells at me.
„Call an Uber, you‘ll figure it out.“ I say loudly to him and open my front door.
„my fucking phone is broken!“ he yells as he runs after me.
I let out a sigh and want to fucking slam my head against the door.
How can a person be this annoying.
I pull out my phone and hold it out to him. „Call the fucking Uber and piss the fuck off.“ I glare at him.
He sighs and grabs my phone, calling the Uber and I wait until he’s done.
I snap my phone back from him again when he’s done.
„now go.“ I say annoyed and walk into my house, closing the door behind me.
I jog across the sports field while music pumps in my ears through my headphones.
Someone reaches up to me and jogs besides me, tapping me on my shoulder.
I turn my head to look at max, pulling one of my earphones out.
„hey.“ I breathe as I continue to jog, looking forward again.
„hey.“ he smirks at me „what are you doing this weekend?“
„probably selling drugs to your minions- like every weekend.“ I laugh a little.
He lets out a chuckle „party at Sturniolo‘s house. You in?“
I stop jogging and he also stops. I stare at him and shake my head. „No fucking way.“
He rolls his eyes and sighs, looking at me „come on, y/n.“
„yeah, that’s not going to happen.“ I sigh and start to jog again.
He lets out a groan and jogs besides me. „why not?“
„because I fucking hate them.“ I scoff at him and roll my eyes.
He laughs a little „you hate everyone. And besides, it’s gonna be fun! You can drink-" he starts but I cut him off.
„I don’t drink.“ I breathe as I jog a little faster.
He catches up to me „you can smoke!“
I roll my eyes annoyed and pull my headphone back in.
He grabs my shoulder and stops jogging wich also causes me to stop. He rips my headphones off and glares at me. „Y/n, don’t leave me hanging. I told Chris you were gonna come.“
I frown at him „and why the fuck do you tell people shit thats not true?“ I breathe.
He pokes his tounge into the side of his cheek and takes a deep breathe „you‘re the only plug I can trust. The others are full of shit and you know that. Do you want anyone to die because they bought stretched coke?“
„that’s guiltripping max.“ I sigh.
He smirks at me „does it work?“
I roll my eyes „im gonna think about it.“ I start to jog again as I put my headphones back into my ears.
„You’re the best!“ he yells after me.
This is even worse than Max’s Partys.
They are going fucking crazy, drinking shot after shot, straight outta expensive champagne bottles like it’s only cheap one dollar beer and sniffing line after line.
It’s disgusting.
But I make my money.
The good thing is, I haven’t seen Nick all night.
And I’m at his house.
The walls are full of professional taken pictures of the triplets. It's as if their parents fucking idolize them.
In some of them you can see a cute small dog.
I wonder what his name is. Probably some stupid shit like Prince Charlie.
I smile to myself and walk out of the house, to the backyard, lighting myself a joint.
„y/n!“ I can hear max voice and I look up, seeing him sitting with a girl and Nick in a fancy whirlpool.
There he is.
I walk over to max and dap him up. „Hey.“
He smirks at me and a girl sits on Max’s lap.
Probably the third one this week.
Max is a fuckboy. There’s nothing I can say against it. But it’s not my business.
I can feel how Nick glares at me and I just ignore him.
„come in here!“ max smirks as he wraps his hands back on the girls waist.
„im good.“ I mumble as I take a drag from my joint.
Max rolls his eyes and laughs a little „stop whining like a little bitch and get in.“
I sigh and press my joint into the girls hands.
I take off my shirt and max laughs.
„y/n is giving us a show!“ he laughs as he teases me.
„god, shut up.“ I laugh a little as I take my baggy jeans and socks off so I’m only in my boxers.
I get into the whirlpool and sit down, taking the joint back from the girl.
The hot water spreads through my body and it instantly relaxes.
Fuck, I wish I was rich.
I lean back and take a drag from my joint.
The girl whispers something into Max’s ear and he smirks before he stands up with her.
I frown at him „where are you going?“
He laughs a little while he takes the girls hand and gets out of the whirlpool with her.
„quick Talk.“ he looks at Nick „your rooms free?“
Nick rolls his eyes „go on.“ he says as max and the girl walk back into the house.
I clench my jaw and watch him disappear.
Im going to kill him one day.
I look back at Nick and take another drag from my joint.
„did the prince got home safely?“ I ask.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully „yeah.“
I smirk a little and take another drag, leaning my head back and exhaling the smoke into the cold night air.
The water around me moves and I can feel how nicks body presses down on mine.
I look at him as he sits on my lap, straddling me.
He glares at me as he brings my hand, wich I’m holding the joint with, to his mouth, taking a drag.
I swallow a little.
Why was that hot- fuck- what? What am I thinking?
„What do you think you‘re doing?“ I ask him annoyed.
He shrugs with his shoulders „oh, is the though guy scared?“
I clench my jaw and take another drag from my joint, without breaking eye contact with him.
I don’t push him away. He doesn’t move away.
Why am I not pushing him away?
He takes the joint from my hand, taking a drag while he leans closer to me.
He exhales the smoke slowly into my mouth, his lips brushing slightly against mine.
I breathe the smoke in and exhale it after.
Im hard. Fuck.
„someone’s excited.“ he whispers while he smirks a little.
I let out a scoff „I’m not.“
„no?“ he grinds his body against my bulge wich causes my breathe to hitch in my throat.
„I must be imagining things.“ he takes another drag from my joint.
I clench my jaw and grab his waist, holding him into place.
„Stop.“ I say through gritted teeth as I glare at him.
„if you wanted me to stop you would‘ve pushed me away.“ he whispers against my lips.
I swallow a little and my grip on his waist thightens.
He’s right. I hate when he’s right.
„you think you can have everything you want.“ I mumble as I look at his lips.
His lips curl up into a smile „I know I can have everything I want.“ he whispers.
I push him off me and stand up, getting out of the whirlpool.
„I was joking!“ nick laughs as I grab my clothes from the ground.
I put them back on and roll my eyes.
„30$ for the weed a few days ago.“ I mumble as I glare at him and put on my pants.
He frowns. „You said it’s fine.“
„yeah- if you would not piss me the fuck off, and you did. 30$ or you need to find another plug.“ I snap at him as I turn away and walk back into the house.
He drives me fucking insane.
He thinks he can do everything he wants and he just gets away with it.
I let out an frustrated sigh as I walk through the crowd of people.
I bump into shoulder and shoulder because they are so many fucking people in here.
I make my way through and just open the next door of a room to walk in. I close the door behind me and it’s dark.
I take a drag of my joint and lean against the door, turning on the light.
I squeeze my eyes at the sudden brightness and my eyes dart to an dog on a couch.
I sit down on the ground and my eyes stays on the dog.
„hey prince Charles.“ I mumble as I take another drag.
The dog stands up, jumps off the couch and walks towards me.
I hold the back of my hand out to him for him to sniff and he does.
He sniffs on my hand and on my leg, before he lays his head against my palm and his tail starts to wag.
I smile and start to pat his head softly. He jumps on my lap and I stroke him.
„hey buddy, what’s your name?“ I mumble as my fingers grab his collar.
I turn his collar and sigh to myself.
Of course their dog is wearing a Louis Vuitton collar.
I take the dog tag in my hand and take another drag of my joint while reading the name.
„Trevor?“ I ask as I raise an eyebrow and he wigs more with his tail.
I caress his back „you know Trevor-" I lean my head against the door while looking down on him.
„your owner is an annoying piece of shit.“ I mumble.
He juts tilts his head.
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Legacy CH 3 - Lae POV
He certainly seems to be acting odd; my darling father. Keeps glancing back at the Syldrathi women as we meander through the space debris, making our way back to the Station. Then again, he could just be concerned by the fact that they are all covered in blood; head to toe; drenching the floor. It’s really a sort of disturbing sight; they don’t look like they know what to do, and the eldest one is staring rather intently at me, squinting with her head turned as if she’s trying to examine me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Dad’s eyes unfocus for a second, a sign that he’s linking someone, and by the way his jaw relaxes and his eyebrows furrow; it’s Mom. Nobody causes him more stress, or more joy, than her.
He finishes right as we pull into the dock, obviously having told Mom to send the cavalry; about three hundred people are gathered at the gate when it should be more like thirty. I spot her rather swiftly, hanging off to the side with Val and Kal at her hips. Odd for the infamous Gilwraeth siblings; they look nervous; concerned; shocked even, and they aren’t easily rattled. They must know these people. Unbroken Armada.
Our walk to the port is a short, anxious one. I can feel the mental nausea radiating from them, making my already unstable legs vibrate with perceptive nervousness. I’m not really sure why, but the twitchy movements of the Syldrathi have bile climbing up my throat again. I never feel like this; though I suppose this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, second only to the time that Evalie and I walked in on Aunt Scar giving Uncle Fin a blowjob. The thought of that brings a different kind of uneasiness to my core.
Dad’s eyes glaze over again as we hit the crowd, and he stops for a moment, clearly arguing with Mom. Leaning over the human, who I recognize as a Med assistant, I catch a glimpse of her, eyes sorrowful as she leads her brother and niece away. I watch as Kal’s posture slumps uncharacteristically, and acknowledge that Dad must know what’s wrong with them. He’s the only person to ever really know my mom, even though they fight like cats and dogs sometimes.
The meds are saturating their cloths in blood when it comes to me to ask whether or not it belongs to the women or somebody else. The two younger ones respond meekly in Syldrathi, assuring what I already know, considering they could walk just fine, that they were scared and had to pretend to be dead. The eldest looks me down and speaks in a gravely soft voice, “What is your name, dur’ainti?” Young one; what I’ve come to understand is a compliment from Syldrathi who’ve survived Sai’nuitr. The Starslaying. My own grandmother; a victim, her fire only still burning because of my uncle’s admiration, my mother’s regret, and both of their love. They tell me she was beautiful, though I could never know; my grandfather destroyed every shred of her existence when she escaped. She has a hint of an accent, and when her face is cleared of blood, I see she is a Waywalker like myself.
Once they are cleaned, the women turn towards eachother, now apparent that they are all Waywalker, and convene, Dad watches the hall where Mom was, clearly expecting her return. I turn to him, “Dad?” I wait a second for it to register, and when it does, I continue, “What’s going on? Who are they?” I’m now fairly confident that the only one who speaks English is the old one; the others all seemed like they had trouble understanding the meds’ instructions.
He studies me for a second, gauging my reaction to whatever he is about to say, I assume. “I’m not sure. It’s certainly weird, that they’re all waywalkers, I mean.”
“Why’s that? We are too.”
“Half, anyways,” he mumbles, not looking away from the hall.
“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Another glance, “Yep.”
“What? So you’re just not going to tell me? Since when has that been what you do?” Even when I was a dumb kid and the washing machine scared me, Dad always found a way to explain the world to me. He’d tell me all about his adventures, leaving the gorey bits out for when I asked again years later. He could always explain every political conflict analytically; instead of directing me to the side he thought was right, he’d let me identify what I thought was wrong and make me uphold my argument when we disagreed. Now, he just stares off, his mouth a tight line and his eyes narrowed. I huff and cross my arms, turning away from him as I search the now mostly dissipated crowd for my friend, though the only person I can spot is Valeth. I roll my eyes; the ever-present cloud of smugness that happens to inhabit the body of Valeth Korsin Jr. disheartening me thoroughly.
When Mom reappears alone, she has a clear view of the group of us. The women turn around at once, and, luckily, I catch the eldest’s gasp as she faints, falling into my arms.
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Night Moves | Chapter 3
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synopsis: Bradley tries is hardest to stay away from Y/N, but it's proving to be harder than expected. Y/N asks questions about her dad.
word count: 3.4k
warnings: mentions of parental death, cancer, smoking pot, religious trauma, illusions of mental abuse, abandonment issues, trust issues.
Bradley wasn’t even sure why he decided to go to Olivia’s party. His mind was still swimming from the very awkward dinner with Y/N and her grandparents. When she had finished up the dishes, she came back into the living room, but only for a split second before Mrs. Lawton was sending her to her room. Bradley guessed it was probably because the woman knew something happened between them.
Bradley loved Mrs. Lawton, he really did. She was the closest thing he had to a grandmother, and she always treated him so kindly. But he hated how she treated Y/N. She was an adult, one that was old enough to make her own choices. In Bradley’s eyes, unless she was on the run for murder, Y/N didn’t do anything to warrant this type of treatment.
Sighing into his drink, Bradley set it down next to him and watched the group of teenagers and twenty-somethings all dance up on each other. He was sitting in a lawn chair a couple feet away from the fire, he thought it was dumb to have a bonfire when it was still 80 degrees outside. He was one of the only singles sitting by himself, most had found someone to dance with, or had disappeared into the tree line behind Olivia’s house. Olivia’s parties were known as “swipe parties”, most who came ended up swiping something, whether that be someone’s credit card or virginity, that was up for interpretation.
“You look lonely,” A voice said and Bradley looked up to see Olivia Bachman standing in front of him. Her legs were on display as she wore cut off shorts, and her top, if you could even call it that, showed off her breasts. Olivia was a very pretty girl, and she knew it, “What’s wrong?” She asked, and sat down in the chair next to Bradley.
“Nothing,” He shrugged and adjusted in his seat, “Nice party.”
“Now, I really know something is wrong,” Olivia chuckled, “I heard about your mom, I’m sorry.” Bradley just nodded and sipped his drink. He was tired of hearing those words. He knew that it was people just trying to be nice to him, but he wanted to punch everyone who said that to him.
“Do you want to dance?” Bradley asked, and Olivia’s lips quirked up in a smile. She nodded and grabbed Bradley’s hands, pulling him towards the makeshift dance area. Bradley had no idea what he was doing, the only girl he danced with was at prom and she had been scared to even touch him because her mom was one of the chaperones. But, Olivia knew what she was doing, and turned around, pressing her ass against Bradley’s crotch, and placed his hands on her hips. He tried to act like he wasn’t taken aback by her boldness, but he totally was. Olivia reminded him of Y/N, if she had the freedom to do what she wanted.
But Bradley also wondered if Y/N was this bold? Sure he had caught her naked in the lake off his dock in the middle of the night, but that was just by chance. She was sneaky, and Bradley wondered if that was part of the reason why she was here. Did she sneak out one night and get caught? Did she sneak around and do drugs or something? She didn’t seem like a druggie, but maybe that was because her grandmother made her totally detox.
“You’re thinking too much,” Olivia said, and turned around to face Bradley. Her hips moved to the beat of the music, swaying back and forth. Bradley didn’t recognize the song, it was some shitty overplayed pop song. He hardly ever listened to the radio, except for at work. His truck radio didn’t even get the pop station, and he preferred to listen to the 8-track tapes that his dad had once made.
“I don’t usually listen to this stuff,” Bradley said, his hands still on her hips.
“I can tell,” Olivia smiled, “Just. . . here,” She leaned up on her tippy toes and placed a sloppy kiss on Bradley’s lips. He didn’t like the way she kissed. It was as if she was trying to stick her tongue down his throat. She also tasted like cheap beer. But Bradley still kissed her back, his hands tightening their hold on her hips.
“Better?” She asked when she pulled away, and Bradley nodded. She smirked and kissed the corner of his mouth before turning back around and her ass was once again on Bradley’s groin. He sucked in a breath as she bent over, grinding her ass against him. He’s never had a girl do that on him before.
— — —
Y/N was wide awake. Her brain would just not shut off after the disaster of a dinner she had with her grandparents, Bradley and his mom. She kind of remembered Carole from the summers she spent back here. Somewhere in her memory she could picture a tall man with a mustache, who would be one of the only adults to go down the slip-and-slide at Gran’s fourth of July parties. Y/N wondered where he was. She was going to ask but knew Gran’s rules about asking about people from the past.
She sighed as she turned over onto her side and looked out her window. The lake looked inviting, but after the vents at dinner, Y/N didn’t dare to try and sneak out. Gran was already on to her about Bradley and Y/N was not about to give her anymore fuel about it. Y/N looked around her room, her eyes landing on the record player and stack of vinyls in the corner. It had once belonged to her mother, and Y/N was surprised that her mother used to have good taste in music.
Quietly, Y/N got out of her bed and walked over to the record player. She flipped through them, her eyes landing on a Queen record. She read the back of it and smiled seeing one of her favorite songs. Just as she was about to put the needle down on the record, she heard something hit against her window. She furrowed her eyebrows, and shook it off, summing it up to a tree branch. But then she heard the sound again, and then again. Y/N stood up from the floor and walked over to the window, finding the culprit standing on the ground.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw Bradley, draw his arm back to fling another rock at the window, but she quickly opened her window, “What the hell are you doing!?” She seethed.
“Oh! You’re awake!” He slurred.
“You’re drunk,” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“A bit,” Bradley shrugged, “Come down here, please?” Y/N shook her head, “I’ll keep throwing rocks.”
“Brad-”
“There you go with my name again!”
Y/N huffed and shifted her weight on her feet, “If I come down there will you shut up?” Bradley nodded eagerly, “Can’t believe I’m doing this,” Y/N muttered to herself as she pushed her window open more.
Bradley watched her with wide eyes as she swung her leg over the window sill and reached for the white lattice that hung on the side of the house. From where he was standing, he had the perfect view up her nightgown, and could see the soft lace panties she wore. He had to look away before he got hard, but he also wanted to watch how gracefully she climbed down the lattice, as if she had done this a million times before. She landed on her feet with a soft grunt, the grass felt cold under her bare feet.
“I’m here now,” Y/N said, holding her arms out to present herself, “What do you want?”
“A kiss,” Bradley said and Y/N scoffed, “Or an explanation, for why you are here.”
“Bradley, I can’t-”
“Again with the name,” He cut her off, “Three times in one day.”
Y/N couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her lips. She shook her head and took a step forward and grabbed his shirt collar, bringing him down for a kiss.
Bradley was right, he liked Y/N’s kisses better. She was bold too, like Olivia, but she was also gentle. Y/N’s lips tasted like vanilla with a hint of the strawberries that she had for dessert. He liked the soft touch of her nightgown. It gave her a sort of innocence. It definitely confused him even more as to why she was here.
When air was needed, she pulled away from him, and licked her swollen lips, “You got your kiss. Now, can you please-”
“Bradley,” A voice cut through the air and Y/N took a big step away from him. He suddenly felt like he was put under a spotlight as he stood in front of Y/N’s Grandmother. Her eyes were narrowed on the boy, but Y/N was the one to hang her head in shame, “You ought to be goin’ home, son.”
“Yes Mrs. Lawton,” Bradley nodded. The elder woman looked between the two teenagers, taking in the sight of her granddaughter’s guilty appearance before heading back inside, “Y/N, I’m so-”
Y/N picked her head, and Bradley’s heart broke at the sight of tears in her eyes, “Please. . . stay away from me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and Bradley nodded. He stood still in his spot as he watched her run back inside the small house.
He sighed and looked up at the stars, “I can really use some help here, dad.”
The moment the backdoor shut, Gran turned her head and looked at her granddaughter. Y/N was preparing herself to have to go pack her bags and be sent to the group home that Craig wanted to send her too. Y/N stood in the doorway and fiddled with the edges of her night gown, waiting for Gran to say anything. Instead, the old woman walked out of the kitchen, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.
— — —
Y/N was woken up early on Sunday morning by a simple knock on her door. She wasn’t in a deep sleep anyway, her mind was running a mile a minute. Y/N got dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. Gran was sitting at the kitchen table, coffee in her hand reading over the paper. Breakfast had already been made which surprised Y/N, usually she had to help with breakfast.
“Where’s Pops?” Y/N asked.
“Sunday mornings are diner mornings,” Gran said, flipping a page of the newspaper, “Eat up, we got church to go to.”
Y/N nodded, though Gran could not see, too consumed by reading the obituaries. They were the same in that regard, it was a bit morbid, but it was a way of keeping tabs on people they might’ve forgotten. Y/N grabbed a plate from the cabinet and made herself a plate of eggs, bacon and a biscuit. She sat down across from Gran, and ate in painful silence. She suddenly wished she could go back in time to the awkward dinner last night.
“So Bradley,” Gran spoke up, taking a sip from her cup, “Nice boy.”
“He is,” Y/N muttered, pushing around the eggs on her plate.
“You know. . . you’re a good kid too,” Gran said, and set the newspaper down, “Your mom just didn’t know how to raise you, she was still a kid herself. A baby raising a baby,” Gran shook her head. All Y/N could do was nod, “But those are the boys you need to be careful of. Your daddy was a nice boy too.”
Y/N had never met her dad. Her mom said that he was a deadbeat and walked away the moment she told him she was pregnant. Growing up, that’s always what Y/N believed, it had been ingrained in her by her mother to hate her father. But Y/N could vividly remember the day that a man who had the same eyes as her showed up on her Gran’s front steps and demanded to see her. It took Pops and her Uncle Jack to push the man away from the door. And she had never seen him again, nor did she ever ask about the man who came to the door.
“Did you know my dad well?” Y/N asked, barely above a whisper and Gran sighed.
“We still sit behind his parents in Church every Sunday. He talked about joining the Army since he was a little boy. . . Kinda poetic, that's the way he went out.”
“Wait,” Y/N said and sat up straighter in her chair, “My dad, h-he’s-”
“Buried at the Veterans Memorial,” Gran said softly, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
Taking in a shaky breath, Y/N nodded, “It’s alright. C-can I be dismissed?”
“Yeah, half an hour till church,” Gran said.
— — —
Y/N wasn’t sure what to feel as she sat in the church pew next to her Gran. Every so often she would see Gran nudge Pops to keep him awake while the pastor droned on about the significance of the Wedding at Cana. Y/N had heard this story a million times, when Jesus turned water into wine. It was one of the very first stories that she could remember hearing when she was a child. She tried her hardest to not stare at the couple sitting in front of her, but she couldn’t help it.
She wondered if they knew about her, knew who she belonged to. In her head, Y/N had always imagined the day she would meet her father. That he would probably be coming back in some sort of uniform, and be able to pick her out of a crowd of hundreds. It made it hurt even more that he was a man in uniform like she had dreamt and that he did come home, but she never knew it.
“Now, go, and greet thy neighbor in the sharing of peace,” Y/N picked up her head at the pastor’s words and as the congregation started milling about, shaking each other’s hands.
Pops smiled as he reached over and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “Peace be with you, buck.”
Y/N smiled, “Peace be with you, old man.”
‘Buck’ had been her nickname since she was born in the spring during hunting season. Pops said that she had been as wild as a buck when she was born, coming quickly and early. Her mom said that it was if Y/N was trying to win a race for fastest labor ever. Gran said that was the last time Y/N had ever been early to anything in her life.
Y/N wiped her hands nervously on her dress as she looked around, seeing her grandparents talk to different people in the congregation. They had immersed themselves in the church when they first moved to Virginia Beach. The church was their home, their friends, their second family. Y/N was about to sit back down on the pew when she felt a nudge on her arm. She turned to see Bradley, dressed in khaki pants and a pink button up. His hair looked a little better tamed but he still had that ridiculous thing he called a mustache on his upper lip.
“Peace be with you, ‘Anna,” Bradley said, holding his hand out.
“‘Anna’?” Y/N asked, shaking his hand.
“Short for Louisiana,” Bradley smiled and Y/N giggled, shaking her head.
Gran could see Y/N from across the church where she was talking to Margret Freed. Deep down she knew that Bradley wasn’t trouble. He was a good kid, had a bright future ahead of him, but got dealt a shitty hand at life. Bradley reminded Gran a lot of Michael, Y/N’s dad. In a way, Gran thought she was protecting Y/N from the same heartbreak and future that her mother had. But she was also pushing her right towards it.
When church was dismissed, Bradley and Y/N found themselves sitting on top of a picnic bench outside in the shade. Gran was busy teaching Sunday school and Carole was in her bible study. The two of them sat in silence and watched the trees sway back and forth. Bradley was starting to sweat in his polo, and wished that he could’ve worn a t-shirt and gym shorts instead of the starched clothing that his mother picked out. But at least Y/N looked cool, she looked like a dream in her white sundress that hit about mid-knee, and was a bit off the shoulder. Bradley had a perfect view of her perfect collarbones and the silver cross necklace that dangled between her breasts.
“Quit starin’ at my boobs, Brandon,” Y/N said, her eyes closed as she leaned back on her hands, feeling the sweet summer breeze roll across her body. With every brush of wind through her hair, Bradley could smell her apple scented shampoo.
“Back to the name thing huh,” Bradley smiled and looked down at his van covered feet.
Y/N smiled and opened her eyes, sitting up a bit. She slid to the edge of the picnic table and set her now bare feet on the bench, “Do you know that couple who was sitting in front of me and my grandparents?”
Bradley nodded, “I think so. Tall guy, graying hair standing next to a short red-haired woman?” Bradley asked and you nodded, “I’m pretty sure that’s doctor Peterson and his wife Sam. Why?”
“I never knew my dad,” Y/N said and Bradley looked up at her. For once he saw a look of uncertainty in her eye and it almost frightened him. He reached over and grabbed one of her fidgeting hands and held it in his, “Apparently. . . those are my grandparents. My dad, he uh. . . he died?”
Bradley nodded again, “Yeah. . .” Michael Peterson’s funeral had been the second military funeral that Bradley had ever gone to. He could remember every single military funeral he went to vividly, they were all the same, but with a different picture to salute.
Y/N swallowed and pulled her hand away from Bradley, immediately feeling a coldness rush over her body. She stood up from the picnic table and wiped her hands on her dress.
“I should go check in with Gran,” Y/N said, starting to walk away but Bradley grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“Tex. . . you’re giving me whiplash,” Bradley said and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, “One day I’m finding you naked in the lake, and the next, you’re telling me to stay away from you and now-”
“You’re a nice boy,” Y/N said, cutting him off and Bradley looked confused, “Gran says I need to stay away from nice boys like you. You have a future. You’re going to become a pilot and be god knows where. I. . . I don’t even know where I’ll be a month from now. I don’t need to be dragging you into trouble with me.”
Bradley held her hand in his, “But,”
“But,” Y/N swallowed, “I can’t stay away from you no matter how hard I try.”
Bradley smiled and slid off the table, pulling her against him. He gently ran his hand over her cheek, holding her face in his palm. He tilted her head up a bit to look at him. Her eyes were always so sweet, as if they were pools of honey. It was as if the electricity between them was pulling them in closer and closer until their lips connected. Y/N sighed into the kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck. Bradley’s hands rested on her hips, holding her close to him. It felt natural to have her in his arms. Bradley’s tongue licked at her bottom lip and she pulled away.
“Probably not the best idea to be makin’ out in front of the church,” She said breathlessly and Bradley chuckled.
“Probably not,” He answered and pecked her lips, “But, I know a spot, meet me tomorrow night.”
“But what about my grandparents?”
Bradley shook his head, “It’s bridge night. My mom and your grandmother usually go together. It’ll be fine.”
“I trust you, Bryan,” Y/N smiled.
“Scouts honor, Tennessee.”
Y/N giggled as she pulled her hands away from Bradley and began to walk back towards the church. Bradley watched her walk away, like an angel in human form. He touched his lips softly, still buzzing from the heated kiss that they shared. He knew it was probably the dumbest thing he had ever done, but he had fallen head over heels in love.
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for brothers, pt. 3
angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke, hurt/comfort, 2358 words
for day 10 of whumpril : shivers & ‘i’m scared’
a/n: omg i knOW i know. i know i said the last one was just an extra scene/epilogue but now theres another part and kjSHFgj`hfg its fine. its fine. the fic is sentient. thanku to @cositapreciosa for prompting this
tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz
Tati’s shaking when she finally finds the courage to knock, stood on Angel’s doorstep at God know’s what time. Not from fear, but from the cold that’s sunk itself beneath her skin, gripped the bones like a vice. She shouldn’t have left without a coat, shouldn’t have abandoned the Jeep three miles down the road. She shouldn’t be doing any of this at all.
He takes a minute to answer. She stares at the chipped paint in front of her, hearing him shuffle behind, before light finally tips out into the night. He’s got the door open just enough to see who it is, and his arm's tucked back behind his shoulder, gun in hand. She knows to expect it.
‘Woah. Shit, Tati.’ He swings the door open, stepping in front of it. He’s half dressed: jeans, a-tank, handgun. ‘You okay?’
‘No, not really,’ she answers, not bothering with pretences. He’s knows her well enough to know she’s not from looks alone. Her teeth are chattering between the words. ‘Can I come in?’
He hesitates, just long enough to make her feel real shitty about herself, real stupid and careless, and selfish for showing up here, for letting her feet carry her here on autopilot, but then he nods. Steps aside. Lets her in without any judgement at all—well, with only a hint of it.
He locks the door behind her, leaves the gun on the side table. ‘You couldn’t call or something?’
She scans the room. Dark, minus a lamp in the corner and the glow from the muted TV. Warm, too. Like he’s had a fire lit, but that’s just her. Just the difference of being in here and not out there, with the cold that’s chilled her so thoroughly. There’s a throw along the floor by the couch, thrown off, no doubt, at her arrival.
‘Were you asleep?’ she asks, forgetting he had wanted an answer out of her first.
‘Nah, I was just… I was up, yeah, watching TV and shit.’
Couldn’t sleep either, then. Probably as worried as she is, though he’d never admit it unless he had to. Unless he was having a fucking panic attack and she just happened to be there when he did. Vulnerability was the one thing that didn’t survive their break-up, a sacrifice that she didn’t used to mind. Now, she wants to ask how his chest feels, how the anxiety sits beneath his ribcage. If it weighs the same as her’s does, if it makes him do dumb shit like walking around in the middle of the night. If it’s even there at all.
‘Sorry, I should’ve called, you’re right.’ She nods, pulling her arms into herself. He may as well know the truth of it, the order of bad decisions that led to her being here. ‘I got, I don’t know, freaked out, and I just had to go for a drive or something. Couldn’t sit inside anymore. But then the jeep reminded me of EZ, and I kept picturing him there, in the back. The blood.’ She gulps. ‘Really fucking crazy shit, man.’
Angel walks past as she explains, then bends to hook the throw with his fingers and bring it up from the floor. Not to put it back on the couch, she realises, but to put it over her shoulders instead. No comment, no disruption to her story. Just the blanket around her, a tight-lipped smile, and then a sigh as he drops into the couch afterwards.
‘I pulled up at a gas station and left it there,’ she continues. ‘Walked around a bit and then, I don’t know. I realised I was walking here and I’d come too far to turn around again, and it was so fucking cold that I just thought—’
‘It’s cool, Tati,’ he interrupts, dragging it out. ‘I’m not mad’
‘But it’s not fair for me to just show up like this.’
‘So? None of anything we’ve seen this week has been fair.’
Not exactly true, though, is it? Because EZ started the shit with Yuma, but she can’t say that to him now.
When she doesn’t reply, he rolls his eyes and gestures to the seat behind her. ‘Will you just sit down, Pidge, we’re past all this shit. You know I’m here for you.’
She does as he says, landing with a thud. ‘Still feel like shit about it, though.’ If she had anyone else to go to, she would, but it’s just him. Especially at this hour.
He laughs, rubbing a palm over his brow. ‘Yeah, likewise. You think it feels good every time I need you for something?’
No, but she doesn’t mind helping. It’s the only thing that brings them together anymore. Besides, he’s yet to show up at her place in the middle of the night, shivering and desperate for it. Who knows how she’d feel then, how disrupted sleep would shape itself in he. She might not be generous at all, if roles were reverse. She might not wrap him in her blanket and let him babble about his night unprovoked.
‘You want a coffee?’ he asks, leaning his elbows on his knees. ‘A sweater?’
She nods. ‘Both would be good.’ She’d never have asked for them herself.
When he’s back, with two coffees and a hoody that smells like him, she’s finally starting to warm up. The extra layers and the caffeine does more than she expected them too. She’s no longer shivering, no longer doubting her right to be here, to come to him, no longer focusing on the tightness of her breath. If it’s not them, it’s him. His company has drawn the chill out and put her head straight again.
He’s sitting opposite her now, looking the same as he had when she arrived. Tired, indifferent, lived-in like she’s seen a thousand times before. If you went back a year, this is how it always was. Angel tired, worn through from the day, and Tati awake, just to be awake with him.
‘You gonna tell me what it is then,’ he says, resting the mug on his thigh. ‘Don’t think I’ve ever seen you worked up enough to go walking round, freezing your ass off. Not since that Potter bullshit, anyway.’
Not since the DEA had a target on Angel’s back and she was helpless to it. Just like now, really. Different shooter, same victim.
‘What’s got you so spooked?’ he asks, insistent on it now, and nudging the hesitance out of her.
‘Honestly,’ she pauses, incase she changes her mind last minute, and tucks the confession back to bed, before deciding, no, fuck it. She is, and she’ll tell him. ‘I’m scared, Angel. Like, really fucking scared.’
He frowns, which isn’t the reaction she was expecting. She didn’t think he’d crumble, obviously, or rush over to comfort her, but she expected more than that at least. More than brows tucked together and a squint like he can’t make her out.
‘The shit with EZ, Yuma. You.’ She forces a breath. ‘It’s freaking me out.’
‘But why?’ he asks. ‘None of this is new to you.’
She scoffs, yeah, that she’s aware of. It’s been years since she had the right to be surprised, or overly concerned, about club business. But this is different. Because they’re different.
‘Before, if something happened to you…’ She puts her hands to her face, fingertips against her temples then combing through her hair. ‘Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like I’m saying something I’m not.’
His lips pull down around the mouthful of coffee he’s just taken, a grimace, almost, as he swallows. ‘You wanna translate that for me?’ he says afterwards, nervous humour in his voice. ‘The fuck does that mean?’
He expects her to laugh back, probably, to tell him to engage his brain for once, but the words are already fighting through the lump in her throat. Now’s not the time to waste them with jokes, or bickering. Whatever the fuck it is they do now.
‘If something happened to you,’ she explains, slowly, ‘like, right now.’ She gulps, and the more she speaks, the more she’s sure she shouldn’t—but there it goes, out of her lips anyway. ‘I don’t know that I wouldn’t spend my whole life regretting how we left things. How we’re leaving things.’
He looks down, away from her, like the woven rug beneath his feet is calling his name. She carries on like she hasn’t noticed. Don’t read into it, Pidge. It’s too late to go back now.
‘I’m not saying we should get together again. Or assuming you’d even…God. I don’t know.’ It’s not making any more sense now she’s putting it out there, a voice to the thoughts that’ve been tormenting her all week. If anything, it’s just tightening their grip on her, stirring the worry into a real threat. ‘It just feels different now, and it scares me.’
She waits for a nod, a reaction. He doesn’t move.
‘I can’t stop thinking about wasted time,’ she admits.
He snorts then, so sudden that it’s a surprise to both. ‘Wasting what? I see you all the time, Tati. We’re, y’know.’ He shrugs. ‘We’re good.’
‘Are we?’
‘Are we not?’
He isn’t getting it. Or maybe she’s the one not getting it. Maybe the only thing stopping her from saying that she would want to fix things, to get back together, is the self-awareness that she shouldn’t. Can’t. Won’t, until he gives any sign that he’s thinking it too.
‘Let’s just leave it,’ she says, falling into the cushion behind. ‘I’m clearly not thinking straight.’
Clearly, the shock of their rescue mission, of EZ half dead and bloodied, has taken a week to hit her, caught up at last and pushed her off the rails—straight into Angel’s easy-lounger. She doesn’t want to be with him—it doesn’t work, didn’t work—she just can’t face losing him, either. That’s all it is. If the worst happens, she doesn’t want to have forfeited her right to mourn.
Angel sighs, leaning back as she had, in his own seat on the couch. His arm goes up behind his head, face pointed to the ceiling. Thinking, hopefully, running desperate through his rationale the way she is. ‘You know, for once, Pidge, I actually think you should keep talking.’
She snorts. ‘Let me guess, so I can bore you to sleep?’
‘Nah.’ He rocks his head—a shake without any of the effort—and ignores her sarcasm completely. ‘So I can understand,’ he says. ‘You know I don’t think about stuff like this. Just block it out and keep shit moving.’
‘Yeah, maybe I should try that.’ Her method hasn’t helped tonight. It’s only made things worse, made her problem, his. ‘I don’t even know what I’m saying,’ she admits. ‘I’m just so fucking scared of regretting things. I don’t want to regret this,’ she points between him and herself, though he isn’t watching, ‘but I know that we don’t work.’
There’s a mark still, invisible but printed around them both. They had gotten worse and worse; bickering, arguing, fighting until they hated each other. It’s been six months now, and it only just starting to fade. Only loosening enough for moments like these.
‘Well, you must know something I don’t,’ he jokes, ‘cause I’m really not seeing the problem.’
‘Yuma,’ she stresses. ‘That shit isn’t just gonna go away, Angel.’
‘Not that part. The you fucking regretting this, part.’ He looks up at last, head lifting from the back of the couch to catch her gaze. ‘Does it look like I’m going anywhere? Shit, does it look like I want you to either? Whatever we got going on, it’s as much as a relationship as it was before.’
‘Angel.’
‘I’m serious.’ A smile creeps onto his features, eyes alight with the joke before he’s even said it. ‘You think I have time to get another girl while you’re still all up in my shit?’
Tati laughs, against her will, but it helps. ‘Asshole.’
‘Like, you really are cramping my style, Pidge.’
‘Okay, stop it. I’m fragile.’ But smiling, somehow, and then the laugh drops into a sigh, and the point of it—the actual point of what he said—comes back like a freight train. He’s not going anywhere. He doesn’t want her to either, regardless of where things stand.
‘Fuck,’ she breathes. He’s made her cry, somehow, but she can lie to herself and say that it’s not him, it’s the night she’s had. It’s the Jeep at the gas station, it’s the blanket round her shoulders and the almost-dead, almost-brother, and not Angel, that’s brought the wet to her eyes. ‘God, I hate this. ’
There’s a gap beside him on the couch, under his bent elbow, and he invites her to it, flicking his chin. ‘Come here,’ he says, soft, familiar. Too late into the night to care about their boundaries. ‘Gonna make me fucking depressed, watching you cry and shit.’
She snorts, standing and bringing her bundle of comforts with her. ‘That was my plan all along,’ she replies, barely managing the sarcasm. ‘Gotta drag you down with me.’
‘Yeah, real sweet.’
His arm drops as she does, settling around her shoulders, as she settles around him. Cheek to his chest, arm threaded between his waist and the cushions. As normal as it used to be. One thing less to regret.
‘You wanna crash here?’ he asks, thumb smoothing over her arm. ‘I’ll take the couch. Drop you back at your car in the morning.’
She should say no, but there are worse things she could do. And he’s warm, warmer than she has been all night, hot beneath her like he’s running a fever.
‘Are you sure?’
He tuts. ‘Man, if you make me beg, I’m taking it back. You can walk your ass right back to where you came from, Tatiana.’
‘Alright,’ she laughs, ‘fine. Thank-you. I’ll take it.’
There are worse things she can do, there are worse things that could happen.
>>> bonus scene
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. Pinball .
Vance x dead! Gn! Reader
Platonic or romantic
!! I don’t check my writings so things may not make sense or are spelt wrong !!
“Hit him!” “Get him Vance!” “Beat his ass!” “Punk!”
All those words filled his head. Boosting his ego even more. He threw punch after punch to the face of moose.
“Vance.”
He herd. There was a pause. His posture changing. His aura changing. He looked to his right to see you. But you vanished as quick as you came. Confused and Creeped out, he stared at moose, he did enough. So he got up and left.
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“Where was you.” His mom said sternly “out.” He sighed and walked upstairs.
When he got in his room, he quickly flopped down on his bed. Looking around observing every detail. Weights. Posters. Cans. Clothes.
He was a mess. Ever since you got took, he had been a mess. Beating up any kid that even looked at your missing posters.
He saw you. But you didn’t look like you. Your hair. Your clothes. They where bloodied up. He didn’t know what to do. Report it? People would think he was crazy. He was stuck. For once. He was stuck
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“Vance your gonna beat your high score.” His friend said next to him. He had to distract himself from you in any way. “Course I am dumb shit, I said I would” he mumbled.
He didn’t. Instead it ended up with him in the back of a police car. As he looked around. Taking in the scene Infront of him again. 2 police officers infront. A radio. Water bottles.
He looked out the window. The rain hitting the glass harshly. “Here.” One of the officers said. It confused him. “Come to this street. We found the kids.” Someone said through the radio.
That brought hope to the blonde. You was okay. “I’m coming.” He said. “No, your getting dropped off at the police station.” The officer on the left said.
“But I’m one of the kids friends.” He said and dug his nails into the leather seat “look kid, your a friend. But your not family. So we can’t.” The officer on the right said and pulled up to the police station. “Come on.”
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“We found the bodies of 5 children. Those we presume are the missing children. We are pushing for further investigations.” The officer on TV said.
“Oh Vance..” his mom said and pulled him in a hug.
You where supposed to be okay. You where supposed to come back and laugh about how much of a dick the grabber was. How much you where scared. But you where okay now.
“Come on sweetie..” his mom said stroking his head. He let out a sob. And after that he was crying into his mothers shoulder.
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He was in his room. Looking around. Again. But this time it felt off. Like someone was watching him. He brushed it off, picking up his weights. He decided to let out his anger on that.
“Vance sweetie..the phone is ringing!” His mom called from down stairs.
He looked at his door. The feeling of being watched washing over him even more.
“Give me a sec!” He yelled and put down his weights, walking down the stairs and taking the phone out of his moms hand
“what.” He said through the phone “sorry about Y/N man..” his friend said through the phone. “It’s fine. what else.” He mumbled. “What do you mean what else. Y’know, maybe if you wasn’t such a prick they would be here, you can’t just ignore what happened.” They said and put down the phone.
“Is everything okay?” His mom said, reading the look oh his face
“I’m fine ma’. “
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He was waking down the street. Kids where out, probably gossiping about the situation that had happened a few months ago. Sucking his teeth, he walked into the grab n go, his world stopped.
His score was beaten. But- “I know, it’s been doing that all day. Might be getting old.” The woman behind the counter said.
The score was going up. The buttons where being pressed. The ball was moving. But nobody was there.
He walked closer to it. 3 feet away. 2 feet away. 1 foot away. And he paused. He felt eyes on him. He felt eyes burning through his. But they weren’t judging eyes. They where eyes of shock. Until he felt the feeling go.
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It stayed like that for weeks. He would walk in on his game glitching and the feeling of eyes watching him, when barley anyone was.
He walked into the store. But felt no eyes on him. No pinball playing on its own. Nothing. He continued doing whatever he was doing.
“Vance.” A whisper came from behind him.
It was you.
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<3
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personal favorite ellie moments from the show:
-crying while sam is attacking her because it means she officially wasn’t able to save him
-“moon rocks taste better than earth rocks, why? because they’re meteooooorrrrr” (airhorns)
-verbally directing joel through their escape from the university after he’s been stabbed and is in shock
-that you can tell she was still hoping it was joel coming to get her the morning after they fought
-giggling when joel demonstrates how the grip he showed her makes it harder to pull the gun away, and when he says they’ll go up as many flights as his body can handle, and when he calls her a little shit. ep4 is giggles central god ble$$
-“we’re not leaving her” she didn’t want tess to die alone even though it didn’t make sense for them to stay (don’t think about this as it relates to riley if you don’t want to be sad) and she punches joel and screams at him and puts her full weight into resisting leaving tess behind so he has to bodily drag her away
-genuinely congratulating tommy and maria on their marriage even though she doesn’t like either of them that much and has been yelling at them basically nonstop since they all sat down together, she’s such a sweet kid 🥺
-when he tells her “stay put” at bill and frank’s house and goes off to look at the truck and when he comes back she actually had stayed put for once because she’s scared and uncertain and thinks he might be about to ditch her
-“best astronaut name, ever” you know what ellie you’re so right
-panicky slightly tearful yet determined “okay, okay” and the wild look in her eyes as she’s stitching him up
-the second time he asks her “so is it everything you hoped for?” and she does a quick little smile when she realizes he’s doing a callback
-every time she repeats something after joel, whether to make fun of him or just try it out for herself, examples include “still time to find out,” “it’s called a turnover”/“turnOVer” and the especially cute “not so sure about the dressin’”/“what’s the dressin’”
-calling him out for taking out his feelings about tess on her
-sniffing her new gun
-her little moment with the infected in the gas station basement and the fact that she keeps it a secret from joel
-showing off with her knife trick, being mouthy when joel tries to chat with her about it, then immediately getting bored and trying to start up a conversation again
-when she careens into the basement after seeing david and his guys searching for them and there’s no time to be gentle about it so she basically throws her full body weight on top of joel to try to wake him up (ik it’s supposed to be serious but the closeup on joel here always makes me laugh, this man’s fever has him on a different fucking plane of existence entirely and he’s been more or less allowed to remain peacefully unconscious for days, when she lands on top of him it probably feels like he’s getting shot into space)
-(whispering) “joel” (5 second pause) “JOEL” both the first time when she wants to tell him a joke and the second time when the writers deviously reuse that dialogue with her being held at gunpoint 😌
-the face she makes looking at the coffee (props to the production team for figuring out how to film something as innocuous as coffee brewing and make it look earth-shatteringly nasty btw, we need a new emmy category just for this)
-the morbid out-of-my-depth nervous teen reaction of laughing at a dead body falling through the floor
-whenever she takes the lead and joel follows (i.e. “let’s go” after burying the burrells and insisting the river of death is dumb and the couple living in the cabin are dumb and “we finish what we started”)
-deciding that river is now officially called the river of death
-nervous one-sided conversations with a fully unconscious joel
-not taking no for an answer and always getting what she wants in the end i.e. “not to handle my sidearm because i’m such a fucking firefly give me your gun” and “can i have some? what, just to warm up, come on”
-getting in the truck and touching everything
-the moments when she seems older than her age, like when she’s trying to act cool for riley, and the moments when she seems like a much younger kid, like on the floor of the motel
-(head in her hand) “she told me not to tell anybody and now i’m telling that first people that i-”
-everyone always says this but it really is chicken soup for the goddamn soul, that brief glance up at joel in the window to make sure he’s ready to cover her before she runs to help henry and sam
-more of a general observation than a specific moment but i love how often her politics flip-flop, feels very true to the experience of being 14 years old and trying to figure out how you feel about the world and wrap your head around the notion that people who are nice to you might be causing you harm in other less obvious ways
-ellie williams kid detective being left alone in tess and joel’s apartment for all of 10 seconds and immediately piecing together B/F, the number one hits book, and the radio smuggling code
-nervously shifting her weight back and forth after she hands him the rifle back, having taken over watch when he fell asleep, and then when he finally gives her the good job/thank you nod returning it with the teeny-tiniest little smile. a great reminder that she’s literally 14! a smart and emotionally savvy 14, but still 14. she’s capable of sticking up for herself and saying “hey you’re not treating me very fairly right now” and “i did everything i was supposed to do” but at the end of the day she still wants his approval
-smacking into him when marlene sends her off with him and tess. when some guy doesn’t let you stab him and takes your knife and threatens you with a gun and raises his eyebrows at you like an asshole and then you have to leave with him and you’re literally soooooo mad
-“let’s go find tommy and the fireflies, it’s gonna be easy” (immediately trips)
#another one ive been compiling for weeks#como se dice mental illness#don’t tell me i forgot something this is my list everything i do is on purpose and ive never made a mistake in my entire life#i am unto a god so jot that down#kidding#this is the internet I can’t stop you from doing whatever you want#tlou#the last of us#my stuff
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Recom Week Day 4: Betrayal
Summary: After Lyle returns from being with the Ash people for a few months, he decides on whether or not to leave the RDA and make a new life in the clan. Fike confronts Lyle and tries to prevent him from leaving.
TW: Strong Language, Minor Injury, Minimal Blood, Choking
Word Count: 1052
Enjoy!
@recom-week
Snow falls inside the globe as it is shaken. A gift from Sean Fike, his very best friend. It was a fantastic snow globe, but… He couldn’t take it with him. He was going to miss this snow globe. Miss Fike… Miss a lot of things about the RDA, but.. Maybe it was for the best to leave it behind. Lyle simply placed the snow globe on the table close to the door and returned to his backpack with some things in tow.
Zzzzt . The backpack was now filled nearly to the seams with necessary items and was zipped up and ready to go. Lyle stands there, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at it. He could hardly believe that he was doing this. He was making this step towards freedom.
Freedom. Yea, you could call it that. No more having to worry about orders. Instead, he would go by his own rules. Sure, he always was the type of man to walk to the beat of his drum, but he wouldn’t have to worry about the protocols of the RDA anymore.
No, not anymore.
He would fly out of there once he picked up his bag and got to Oakley. He would make his way back to her. Itka. She was waiting for him back at the Ash Clan, where he had been stationed for several months after he and Quaritch made contact. He hadn’t expected to want to live out there. Sure, it was different and was an extreme learning curve, but he never thought he would want that. He never expected to fall in love, either. Funny how that happened. One minute he was an extreme anti-Na’vi kind of guy, and the next? Wanting to have a family with a Na’vi woman.
Crazy right?
Lyle softly huffed, not paying attention to the sound of his door opening as he picked up his bag. Once it was on his shoulders, he went to turn and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw him.
Sean. Sean Fike.
“Jesus, man–” Lyle hisses, “Nearly scared the shit out of me,” he laughs a little.
Fike doesn’t laugh; he simply just stares at him. There is something in his hand.
“Hey, what do you got there, Fike?”
Fike doesn’t answer; he simply looks around at the backpack before looking back at Lyle.
“You gonna say something, Corporal, or what?”
Fike sighs, tossing the little box on the bed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Lyle cocks a brow, canting his head to the side, “I’m sorry?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not, but I’m not getting–”
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Fike’s voice cracks slightly when he pops the question.
“Yes, but it’s not like–”
“I fucking knew it.” To hear that his best friend was leaving. Why? Why would he do that? Surely this was a mistake. This was a whole misunderstanding. The two of them were loyal. Loyal RDA soldiers. Loyal best friends. This wasn’t his Lyle.
“Fike, just listen, I–.”
“No. I don’t want to fucking hear it.”
“Fike if you just–”
“I said no! Do you hear yourself, Lyle?! Why are you leaving the RDA? Why are you leaving all of your friends? Why are you leaving me?!”
“Fike I’m not abandoning you, I just–”
“Yes, you are! Don’t pretend like I don’t know!” Fike’s eyes look like glass. “I know you’re going back to that fucking Ash Clan shit! Is there someone out there!?”
“Fike…”
“Shut up. Just…” Fike shakes his head. Knowing that his best friend, the man he was falling for, had fallen in love with someone else. Why? What had gone wrong? Was he not good enough for the lieutenant? What had he done to mess this up?
“Fike, you just need to calm down– I need to go,” Lyle walks around him to get to his door. Fike looks over his shoulder at him and abruptly turns, walking past Lyle and standing in front of the doorway. Lyle sneers slightly, “Get out of my way, Corporal.”
“No. You’re not going to that fucking clan,” Fike growls, pushing Lyle back a step.
Lyle pushes him right back. “Just watch me. You’re acting ridiculous.”
Lyle’s push causes Fike to lunge at Lyle, and both fall to the floor with a THUD . The two brawl, swinging fists and blocking each other’s blows. They roll around on the floor, bumping into objects close by. They hit against the tall, the snow globe falling and landing on the floor. Thankfully it did not shatter.
“Get the fuck off of me, man!” Lyle growls, trying to push Fike off of him when he is pinned. Fike’s hands suddenly wrap around Lyle’s throat and squeeze. Lyle growls out, grabbing his wrists to try to loosen his grip, but it is too much. He was quickly closing his airways, and the man was panicking. He scrambles, pushing and beating on Fike to free himself from his grip, but he can’t.
“You see what you’ve made me do, Lyle!? How could you do this to me? I thought we were pals. You betrayed me!!”
Lyle couldn’t respond, for his airways were being blocked off. He tried getting free, thrashing around under Fike’s grip. Suddenly, Lyle saw something out of the corner of his eye that was within reach:
The snowglobe.
Lyle growls, glaring up at Fike as he quickly takes hold of the snow globe.
“I thought we had something, Lyle! I fucking lov–”
CRACK!
The snow globe comes across the side of Fike’s head, shattering on impact. Fike’s eyes roll back into his head, and his grip immediately loosens as he falls onto the ground. He lays there unconscious, the side of his head bleeding. Lyle gasps out when his airways return to normal, the man coughing. Jesus, that man had a good grip on him. He then looks down at Fike. He was shaking, his nerves torn up all to hell after that. What had gotten into Fike? Should he have been happy for him?
Apparently Not.
Lyle sighs, shaking his head as he stands up. “I’m sorry, man,” Lyle mutters, closing his eyes briefly before opening them up. It was time to go. He steps over Fike and out the door, shutting it behind him.
#recomweek#recomweek2023#lyle wainfleet#sean fike#fike x lyle#lyle x navi#fanfic#avatar fanfiction#avatar#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#james cameron avatar#//shortest fic I've done for this week oop
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FengQing Mating Run Thoughts
Hey yo have some a/b/o fengqing mating run thoughts.
mostly clean, not explicit. a grain of salt for a glance at questions of consent, but altogether wholesome.
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So there’s a mating run every spring wherein young unmated alphas chase after young unmated omegas. You know what a mating run is.
Mu Qing - a young, unmated omega - Does Not Want to do this. He would rather eat Xie Lian’s baking than be chased down and bred like some animal.
Feng Xin, as an alpha, is not FORCED to participate. Last year was his first eligible year but he had no interest. This year, however… He is interested. (Wow wonder why.)
The omegas are sent off and Mu Qing dashes ahead to get away from any threats. But he’s prepared in case someone catches up. He has a dagger with him in case any alphas get too close. Thankfully, he gets by with his fists just fine.
But he is unaware of another alpha that’s taking down even more alphas. Mu Qing is, apparently, a rather popular target this year so Feng Xin is busy. But there’s one alpha that keeps getting away from him and closer to Mu Qing.
By the time Feng Xin finally catches up to this alpha, Mu Qing is already fighting them off, but something is strange. Mu Qing isn’t really shifting his weight and he has something shiny in his hand? When FX squints a bit more, he realizes that Mu Qing has twisted - if not sprained - his ankle. And that Mu Qing has a gd weapon capable of murder. But more importantly? He has to get this alpha away from Mu Qing. So he dashes forward and tackles them, fighting and rolling around until finally the other alpha runs off. Feng Xin is sporting some bruises and a busted lip but he has to make sure Mu Qing is okay!!
So he turns back and sees Mu Qing staring at him but he still looks scared and he still has a dagger in his hand and he’s still favoring his uninjured side.
He can smell Mu Qing’s heat getting ready to settle in and it’s hard to resist every instinct telling him to claim, but he’s a GOOD BOY and has good morals and ethics. He also, however, doesn’t appear as shocked as Mu Qing does. Every step he takes towards Mu Qing has Mu Qing trying to step away and gripping his dagger ever tighter until finally he moves to attack Feng Xin, “Why are you here! Don’t come near me! I’ll kill you!”
So Feng Xin is trying to evade these attacks, all, “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want! I’m TRYING to HELP you!” “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP.” And eventually Feng Xin has to knock Mu Qing out so he can get him out safely. But before he can heft Mu Qing onto his back, he battles with himself: should he scent mark him? Can he bring himself to do that? Would that be selfish? But if it will help keep other alphas away, he’ll do it. MOSTLY to keep Mu Qing safe, but also? That’s his scent on Mu Qing…
So he hefts the unconscious Mu Qing onto his back and carries him back to the station where they both get checked over to confirm that they remain unmated. Everyone is surprised: Mu Qing is one of the most desirable omegas—at least, as far as beauty goes. (But what does his attitude mean to an alpha intending to break him in—)
Their friends/acquaintances are well aware of Feng Xin’s feelings. (They’re also aware of Mu Qing’s but the two of them are a little dumb when it comes to the other, so…) But they’re happy that Feng Xin didn’t give in.
Mu Qing wakes up not too much later. He’s in his room at the omegas’ den and once he fights back the headache. He smells… Feng Xin. And he is simply very confused. Last he remembered he was in the forest during the mating run, and Feng Xin was attacking him, and—and… Oh no did Feng Xin mate him.
But his neck doesn’t feel sore from a bite, he can’t feel any kind of bond or anything changed—and besides the headache, the rest of his body feels just as it was. (Except his ankle, now in a splint, but he remembered that happening anyway.)
He ignores that bit of him that’s almost disappointed. But his relief far outweighs that. He’s thought about it, of course. If Feng Xin caught him during the run. Out of all the alphas in their pack, he’d much rather it be Feng Xin than, say, Pei Ming. Not that he WANTS that of course!! (Yeah, totally.) But it’s better that it didn’t happen. He would hate not being able to tell Feng Xin— Well. Those aren’t thoughts to entertain when he knows it’s nothing. Feng Xin was just being good and kind and helping him. Because surely if Feng Xin wanted him, he’d have mated him then and there.
(He is aware of the hypocrisy and chaos of his thoughts, thank you; he’s the one who has to live with himself every day.)
The run is announced complete for the year and the mated couples are celebrated. Some omegas are happy, others… not so much. (Deep down, that’s what scares Mu Qing. He doesn’t hate his life by any means but he knows how downright miserable he would be if that was him…) He goes to find Feng Xin amidst the crowd during the celebration, catching looks from other alphas and omegas. (“He’s scented so heavily, how did Feng Xin refrain from mating him—?”) They’re both shy with each other but Mu Qing manages a, “…thanks..” before fleeing back to the dens as well as he can on his ankle.
And the year passes. The two managed to get a little closer, and even share some intimate moments—not sexual or anything, no real touching. But they’re able to share more with each other. Feng Xin’s heart is melting at getting to be the one to witness this part of Mu Qing, and Mu Qing’s heart is fluttering at finally starting to trust someone to the extent that he can show off this side of himself.
Preparations are under way for the next run. Mu Qing’s initial reaction is the same as the last time: Disdain, hatred, do-not-want. But then he thinks about Feng Xin joining.
During dinner one day:
SQX: XL, are you going to let HC catch you this year?
XL: Hm, I’m thinking about it.
MQ: If you could do that, it’d be great. I’m tired of hearing you two at night. Move OUT.
SQX: …FX, are you participating this year?
FX: Uh… I. Really don’t know.
MQ: (snaps his chopsticks)
So then he angsts about the possibility of Feng Xin not joining.
Which is totally cool and all, but also. Mu Qing doesn’t want to risk being caught by a different alpha. But Xie Lian and Shi Qingxuan can feel the shift in Mood and decide to leave.
FX: …Did you want me to scent you again, or…
MQ: I don’t want to keep doing the run.
FX: That doesn’t answer my question at ALL.
MQ: It’s not my fault you’re stupid!
Fx: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I STFG.
So… Fight had, they depart. After some gentle coaxing from Xie Lian, they’re at least civil with each other a couple days later.
A couple days after that, it’s the eve of the run and Mu Qing realizes he’s out of time. So he goes to find Feng Xin at the alphas’ den. This is particularly dangerous when, like most of the omegas before the run, he’s entering preheat. But FX comes outside so it’s at least a little safer.
FX: What’s up?
MQ: iwanyoutjointhrun
FX: What is your issue with clear communication.
MQ, red: JOIN THE RUN, omg, is that clear enough for you.
FX, also red: D’you want me to scent mark you again..?
MQ: No! Yes! But no!
FX, on the verge of tears: It’s like you’re trying to speak to me, I know it.
MQ: This was so futile, never mind, don’t join, sorry to interrupt, have a good evening.
And listen. Feng Xin is just really confused and he’s REALLY worried, okay? But he does some thinking, and if it takes Pei Ming and Shi Wudu for him to get his head out of his ass, then. Well! That’s what it takes.
So he shows up at the last minute for the run. Everyone’s !!! when he shows up, and when Mu Qing catches Feng Xin’s scent and catches his gaze? Mu Qing feels something anchor down inside of him. Feng Xin’s stare is intense, as always, angry, as always, confident, as always. But there’s something extra about it and Mu Qing isn’t sure if he feels excited or threatened but he can tell his scent spikes and his stomach tightens.
The omegas get a head start, and Mu Qing flies. Five minutes later, the alphas are after them and Feng Xin locks immediately onto Mu Qing’s scent. Just like the year before, he fights off any alphas also after Mu Qing.
Mu Qing’s approach this year is different. Last year, he’d just been running away. This year? He had a strategy. Feng Xin had loved him before but now he realizes just how much he’s truly in love with him. Mu Qing’s scent goes in several different directions to throw his suitors off. Not only that, it carries through terrains full of obstacles. Admittedly, Feng Xin gets duped by two false tracks but he locks on once again. The other alphas after his omega are giving up or are on the wrong paths but he’s still on alert. (He takes NO chances.)
But he does catch up about two hours later. He thinks. Mu Qing’s scent is strongest here, it doesn’t trail anywhere else. But where is he?
Then, Feng Xin sees light reflect from a cluster of trees and Mu Qing dashing towards him to tackle him to the ground.
They roll about, like last time, but this time they end up pinning each other down properly. This time there’s no fear or ill-will or malcontent. It’s a competition, it’s fun, it’s testing.
Finally, Feng Xin has Mu Qing’s front pressed to the ground and his erection is pressed against Mu Qing—whose scent is spiking again, who’s pressing back and whining and presenting his neck to Feng Xin. But there is no way in hell that Feng Xin is mating Mu Qing where there could be a threat so he peers around for a designated den and gets up.
But Mu Qing takes it as rejection and growls and tries to get away because wow how embarrassing, but Feng Xin is NOT having that. He pulls Mu Qing in by his waist and drags him to the den, slamming and locking the door behind them.
All of the bravado Mu Qing previously had has dissipated. He’s a little scared, a little curious, and a lot horny. And Feng Xin is walking toward him in this tiny space and pushing him down and Mu Qing lets him. Lets him strip him, touch him, kiss him; lets him wrap his legs around his waist as he presses inside and claims him, knots him, and bites him.
Two hours later, they emerge. This time, as they approach the station, Feng Xin is carrying Mu Qing in his arms, and Mu Qing’s face is pressed into Feng Xin’s neck. They’re tired and dirty. And also unlike last time, this time there are matching, healing bite marks on either's neck.
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chronological thoughts of twd 11x17
- saw sebastian and threw up a lil in my mouth
- saw negan and threw up a lil more in my mouth
- omg rick
- did judith start having an accent omg
- SEASON 5 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
- where r they
- omg lance hornsby girlboss
- daryl’s stupid scar pls
- DONT TALK TO MAGGIE SHUT UP NEGAN
- carol being the first line of defense iktr iktr ❤️
- omg daryl with the slay plan
- i hate negan i hate him i hate his screentime i hate him not a redemption arc let him die please i so viscerally need him to die
- this WILL NOT be the season i like negan shut up stop trying to make me
- oh a whisperers comeback
- omg that walker MACKIN
- i love my flustered angry boy lance 🫶
- its giving my math prof when his mic wasn’t working and he almost cried
- AHAHAHA lance got shot
- OMG DARYL
- lance is in his thanos i’ll do it myself era
- oh that scene of him glaring in the car was kinda sexy ngl hi sir
- i wish i could drive this good
- OH MY GOD THEY GOT SIDEFUCKED BY DARYL
- oh slay kill sebastian
- omg yumiko i haven’t seen her in a hot minute
- WE WANT JUSTICE DELIVER SEBASTIAN NOW WE WANT JUSTICE DELIVER SEBASTIAN NOW WE WANT JUSTICE DELIVER SEBASTIAN NOW
- overthrow the government OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT
- let rosita take her personal day mercer get ur stick out of ur butt 💔
- ew i hate negan’s stupid dumb face
- oh who is april what is the tea
- negan killed her didnt he
- they should kiss maybe i think
- wait what is this plan are they sending negan in to keep the people in there safe?? how is this accomplishing that?? is he tattling on hornsby???
- oo “if no one else is playing by the rules why are you?”
- CAROLLLLLL
- OMG CAROL IN HER NANCY DREW ERA 🫶🫶
- her shirt looks so comfortable
- omg gracie called daryl a dumb loser idiot who sucks
- omg omg omg what is going on they look like they suck so bad
- do u think if u pressed the ice machine ice would come out
- OMG THE PHOTO
- no daryl why are you so sentimental with ur stupid picture of u and the kids u love so much
- wait no i think carol just has a picture of them omg 🫶🫶🫶
- OMG CAROL IN HER MICHAEL MYERS ERA W THAT KNIFE PLSS
- THE SHOT OF JUDITH IN THE CUPBOARD PLS ITS NOT FUNNY BUT IT IS
- JERRY IS JUST SO ?? HIMBO??? I LOVE HIM???
- yo what are you doin’ here man?
- “where is carol?” me throughout 11B man
- OMG A GIRLBOSS COLLAB
- they should team up and kill negan together and then make out
- how long do u think negan practiced that line in his head so he would look cool in front of carol be honest
- OMG NEGAN SPILLING THE TEA
- carol girlboss 🫶🫶🫶
- SHUT UP PAMELA WE LITERALLY KNOW WHO DID THIS
- omg the dad slayed
- yumiko should have just let them kill pamela
- HELL YEAHHH DOWN WITH THE MILTONS THE MILTONS ARE MURDERERS HELL YEAHHHHHH
- omg yumiko and magna back on their girlboss wlw relationship love them together
- OH NO JERRY GOT SEEN
- omg the commonwealth people got their backs
- UNION STATION????
- oh my god negan shut up carol does not care
- OMG IS HE SCARED CAROL IS GONNA KILL HER
- carol is like ??? u??? when my boytoy is out there fighting for his life???
- omg maggie and daryl both look so haggard pls someone just give them a hug 😭
- ewww theyre talking about leah
- GLENN NAME DROP
- ok daryl and maggie kiss now
- gracie’s cardigan looks so comfortable
- omg they’re so super stealth rn
- that man is such an idiot fr
- god rosita is so slay i love her so much its insane
- the sewer is so disgusting i would never go down there rip to them but i’m different
- annie leave negan for maggie challenge
- carol and negan r so bold
- carol is my girlboss fr fr 🫶
- IS THAT
- oh my god hes disgusting
- yeah that’s correct u suck so bad sebastian
- NEGAN SAYING “i have seen her pull bunnies right out of her ass with my very own two eyes” CAROL GOES 😐😑
- carol continuing to be described as the epitomy of girlboss in the show iktr iktr
- ARE THEY GONNA SHOOT THEM
- omg thats what negan deserved i have no pity for him
- pamela lies! sebastian kills! period!
- wtf are those walkers how did they get so close is nobody doing their jobs
- TEAR GASSING THE CROWDS??? R U KIDDING ME??? THATS SO FUCKED??/!-???
- omg am i mercer
- be the change you want to see in the world mercer kill pamela
- rosita pubging irl rn
- OMG TORN IN HALF REST IN PIECES FR
- people in power stop drinking when there’s trouble challenge
- no fucking way pamela is ‘boys will be boys’ing this shit no fucking way pamela istg
- OH MY FOS SHE HIT GIM
- omg carol is playing along with pamela to get what she wants thats so slay of her
- where did they get all of that rope to tie that walker up omg
- AHAHAHAHA GET HIM DARYL GET HIM
- nooo the smirk lance is insane he needs to go to therapy or smth fr fr
- omg angsty caryl moment my heart literally dropped
- boo negan should just leave boo negan redemption arc booooo
- omg negan slept with mercer to get into the commonwealth
- um he also tortured the love of her life for like a week ofc shes wary of him???
- ok but yeah he does owe it to maggie idc idc idc
- AHAHAHA LANCE LOOKS LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT WHEN DARYL KNIFE TO THE THROATS HIM
- if daryl yelled at me i think i would cry i hate it i hate it i hate it
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I posted 21 times in 2022
12 posts created (57%)
9 posts reblogged (43%)
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I tagged 18 of my posts in 2022
Only 14% of my posts had no tags
#static burst - 6 posts
#dream smp - 3 posts
#type: newsflash - 3 posts
#type: thoughts made of colour - 3 posts
#type: inspiring treasure maps - 3 posts
#boku no hero academia - 2 posts
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#bnha - 1 post
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Longest Tag: 66 characters
#i want to see him smile more. but there is only one way to do that
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I just think Wei Wuxian should get to be a little bit evil, a little bit mad genius. goes round cackling and telling mean stories about the things he's done and the people he's killed, like this dude is a mass murderer and you bet he's never regretted it. wears his supervillain outfit down to the pub and sits in a spooky corner and pretends to be dark and brooding. pretends he's a ghost to kids that wander by. hangs people up to dry when he sees them being shitty to others. boi has been slenderman for the last decade and a half, you bet kids had nightmares about him growing up. I just think he should be allowed to be evil and the villain and have fun with it, and I also think it's really funny that Lan Wangji keeps trailing behind him like 'thems the breaks pal' whenever anybody tries to get him to do anything cause this man didn't go supervillain with him the first time and it sucked, so if he has to also be a bit evil this time round to keep Wei Wuxian in his life, then there are much worse things. and also it's kinda hot.
8 notes - Posted September 2, 2022
#4
watching the current wilbur stream and like, i’m having a great time here, but everytime they hold up that radio i like, lose all suspension of disbelief. like, you’re just rotating through radio stations? that’s why you hear music and voices between the static? that’s what happens when you try to tune into a radio station on an analog device. british radio stations are from 87.5 to 108 which seems to be the only range the the device does. every time it turns on it says fm. is this really how most ghost hunting goes? how does anyone believe it, or does everyone just pretend to? because that’s a lot more fun.
8 notes - Posted April 18, 2022
#3
He looks like discount Robert Patterson before his soul was crushed by twilight. Also he is not blond. Now to go back to not caring.
9 notes - Posted October 3, 2022
#2
oh, but i do like the idea that techno only has one life. it means he actually has motivation for not dying, you know? like of course he wasn’t just going to let himself be executed, he would’ve died for real. it means he goes into every battle knowing it could be his last, rather than just entering every battle far more powerful than literally anyone else fighting because he’s got two more lives to lose. or something.
also the three lives system is dumb as shit and never should’ve been established. all good moments surrounding character death has involved characters who are already on one life. they already only die when the narrative calls for it, so just do that once rather than thrice, and have grevious injuries instead.
19 notes - Posted February 2, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Around the World in 80 Prompts
"Where do you want to go?"
"You can see the stars from here."
"So, why did you leave?"
"What kind of radio station even is this?"
"We are NOT going that way."
"I spy…"
"Keep your eyes on the road."
"Is this who you thought you'd be?"
"There are worse places to sleep."
"Do you even know what all these little dials mean?"
"I'm not sure I can do this."
"Is there anything I can say that would change your mind?"
"This is the creepiest service station I've ever been to in my life."
"I think you're scared. But I think you're more scared of acknowledging it."
"Finally, a mostly not-lukewarm meal."
"Look at that cool bird!"
"I can't promise I won't fall asleep."
"I need to paint that."
"I don't think I can do this anymore."
"Stay. Please."
"I've always wanted to do that!"
"Do you have a camera?"
"Gosh, I'm so tired."
"Just look at those lights! Aren't they just beautiful?"
"My astigmatism is acting up."
"I do love when it rains like this."
"Don't get cold."
"How do you like your hot chocolate?"
"Do you think you'll ever find love?"
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