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upsidedownmvnson · 8 months

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much more interesting things | eddie munson

summary: you're stuck in a rut, and starting to hate your crappy high school friends. eddie helps you see that there are better, more beautiful things out there - he just didn't expect you to think that he was one of them

warnings: underage drinking, shitty ex bfs and friends, cheating ex

a/n: i started this and finished it in like 4 straight hours, replies & comments appreciated, i love feedback fr

Eddie sees you sitting alone in a large group of people.

He recognizes most of them from high school, but he can't put any names to faces. He'd only been graduated a year, but it was like he had no memory of that place, or those people. Trina? Tina? That party girl who hosts that crazy Halloween bash every year... and... uh, Carol? Was that Carol sitting there? No idea.

But he doesn't really care, because he's busy noticing you, and the way you pick at the label on the beer bottle, focusing your gaze on your fidgeting fingers. He notices how you're so ridiculously beautiful. He notices the way you mouth every word to the local musician playing a Johnny Cash cover. But most of all, he notices the smile that doesn't reach your eyes. He notices how you keep looking behind you to the door. Waiting for someone? Or planning an escape? He can't quite tell, but he was dying to find out.

Steve smacks him on the arm, whispering something, and Eddie has to tear his eyes away from you. Robin and Nancy shared a look between themselves, and then looked over at the girl who had Eddie's attention. They started whispering amongst themselves.

"What?" he asks, looking over at Steve, not having heard a word he said.

"I asked if you were ready to go?" Steve repeated, rolling his eyes.

He's not. Eddie is so... intrigued by you that he feels the need to stick around. See who you're waiting for, or hiding from, or ... he doesn't know. Eddie's not even sure what he's expecting.

"You go," he answers after a long minute, "I'm gunna grab another drink at the bar."

"We can stay longer," Nancy suggested, smiling at Eddie, and sneaking another peak at you.

"No, it's okay," Eddie smiled, letting his eyes fall back on you. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

And then they left, saying their goodbyes to their friend and paying their bills, heading off into the parking lot while Eddie took a new seat at the bar. He sat facing away from you, not wanting to be a complete creep, but there was just something that kept him around.

You wanted to leave. This whole idea was stupid, you were stupid for agreeing to it.

A month ago, your best friend had started dating your ex-boyfriend. She didn't exactly ask you if it was okay, she just dropped it on you and expected you to be okay with it. But you were realizing, sitting here celebrating his birthday, that you absolutely were not.

What kind of friend was she, anyway?

You tried pushing passed it, but as you sat their, watching all your other 'friends' laugh and giggle as Tina and Reed climbed all over each other.

It was clear that most of them had known about this little affair long before you had. You needed a drink...

You brought your beer bottle up to the bar, putting all the little pieces of paper you'd ripped off it inside of it. You leaned against the counter beside Eddie, looking over and watching as he chugged a sip of his beer. You watched his adam's apple bob as he drank, but you saw that he was watching you. You thought maybe you'd been him watching earlier too, when his friends were still there.

"Eddie, right?" you said, using him as a distraction. He nearly choked on his beer.

"Uh, yeah," he muttered, "hey..."

"y/n," you said, smiling. It was refreshing, Eddie not knowing who you were. He wasn't one of the popular crowd, and you were honestly jealous of that. You wanted to fall away from them. You wanted to fall from grace.

"I knew that," he said, looking away, the lie clear on his features. But you weren't mad, you smiled.

"You didn't," you said, winking at him. How many drinks have you had? You felt the warmth and confidence radiating.

After showing the bartender your handy fake I.D, you ordered a beer and two shots, pushing one towards Eddie. He picked it up, looking at it for a moment, and then you, waiting expectantly to cheers it.

"You don't have to take it," you joked, "but could you let me know so I can put my arm down?"

He chuckled lightly, goofy grin taking over his cheeks, and he cheers you, downing the shot alongside you. It burned, but you liked it. You chased it with a sip of your beer, the bubbles making the linger sting fade.

You heard your friends calling you name, and you turned to see them giggling and whispering. You assumed it was because they thought hanging out with Eddie was slumming it.

"I guess I should get back," you said, your face showing your honest lack of interest.

"Why do you hangout with them if you don't like them?" he asked, and it was your turn to nearly choke on your drink. You coughed, surprised by the suddenly deep line of questioning.

"Who says I don't?"

He laughed, "you should get back, I'd hate to ruin the party."

"That party was ruined when it started," you mumbled, and he just laughed harder.

"Yeah you're right, I really feel the love."

You laughed, and he felt pride settle into his chest. The smile climbed all the way to your eyes, lighting them with a sparkle that made you even more beautiful than you already were. Eddie feels butterflies in his stomach, and he looks away, softly smiling at the beer in his hand.

Talking to Eddie was... fun, and returning to the table full of fake people with fake smiles was ruining that.

"What were you talking to him for?" Carol asked, boney fingers biting into your skin as she held your arm.

"Uh, because I was waiting for a drink and he was sitting there?" you asked, looking at her with a look like she was an idiot. Because she was - she was an idiot.

"Well, don't. He's bad news, and bad publicity."

"Unlike my friends here, who would never do anything to hurt me, right?" you asked, looking to where Reed and Tina were showing a disgusting amount of PDA. Why the fuck were you still sitting here.

"Don't be like that," Carol snapped, "it's not their fault they fell in love. They both felt really bad about it."

"How long have you known about them, anyway?"

Carol looked down at her lap, and Tommy, sitting nearby laughed obnoxiously.

"Go on, tell her." He kept laughing, especially when she hit him on the arm, because apparently everyone in the world was in on. "But tell her the truth..."

Tommy didn't care about the truth, he'd just had five beers and wanted to stir the pot. The people sitting close to you guys had gone quiet, no one willing to meet your eye, while Reed and Tina stayed oblivious to the whole scene, kissing each other like they were alone in her bedroom.

You chugged the beer in your hand, figuring this was probably the end of the party for you, you wouldn't make it through much more without snapping. "Yeah, Carol," you said, slamming the bottle down on the table, but still somehow, Reed and Tina stayed in their trance. "Tell me the truth."

"Three months..." she whispered, keeping her eyes locked on her lap. the table was silent.

"Nooooo," Tommy sing-songed, "I'm pretty sure I said the truth."

"Shut up, Tommy!" Carol snapped, glaring at him. Those two were not perfect for each other, and should probably break up. You grew impatient.

"What can be worse than my best friend going out with my ex right after we broke up?"

"How about fucking behind your back for two months before that."

Carol wouldn't meet your eye, Tommy was laughing, and Reed and Tina had these stupid, guilty pouts on their face like they expected you to never find out. You felt numb, like you should be more mad but you just... didn't care.

Eddie was right, you didn't even like these people.

Your eyes drifted over your shoulder to Eddie, where he was still sitting at the bar, eyes forward but you knew, you knew he was paying attention. He was nothing like anyone sitting with you at that table. He was perfect.

You slid out from the table, chair squealing loudly in the silence, as every looked at you. Fuck these people, fuck this group, fuck this place, and really really fuck Reed and Tina. You were over it, outta here, and moving on, but not before a glorious, "go to hell," that made your chest feel ten time lighter, like a load was suddenly lifted off of it, freeing you from the chains that these poisonous people kept on you.

You didn't storm out, or start crying, or even rush. You just stood up, put your coat on, and sauntered over to where Eddie was sitting, turned towards you and watching with a huge smile on his face, like he was proud of you, and honestly, you were proud of yourself.

"Wanna get out of here?" you asked, leaning beside him again, making sure those assholes could see you were still wearing a pretty smile.

Eddie grinned from ear to ear, saying "lead the way," before getting up and putting on his leather jacket.

Outside of the bar, you two walked silently for a minute. You still weren't even that broken up about it, you kinda suspected he was fooling around behind your back, and you always knew Tina was a shitty a friend, so this was just, what it was.

"Can I just say that was awesome," Eddie said, breaking the silence.

"You can," you smiled, trying to break your thoughts away from them entirely. "And you should."

"Those guys are jerks," he said, "you're better off."

"I know, right?" you laughed, "It's my fault really, I shouldn't have even shown up tonight. I should've ditched them months ago."

"What even was that? Those guys were all over each other the whole time. I don't even think they spoke to any of you after you sat down."

"How long were you watching, creep?"

Eddie blushed, looking down at his feet. You hit him with your elbow, showing him the smile you wore, assuring him that you're just teasing.

"That guy was my ex," you sighed, "and the girl he was with is supposedly my best friend."

Eddie laughed, "I'm sorry, it's not funny," he said, still laughing. "But that's insane."

"Tell me about it," you huffed, kicking a rock with your shoe. You weren't sure if you were leading, or if Eddie was leading, but you were just kind of walking down the dark sidewalk. You were kinda headed towards the elementary school. It was late, sure, but neither of you had a curfew to worry about. "But anyway it was his birthday yesterday, so everyone wanted to go out to celebrate. They're throwing a party at Tina's after, I think the whole school is going."

Eddie hummed in understanding, not really knowing what else to say.

"I'm surprised you didn't hear all about this," you said, "it was the hottest gossip last season."

"I don't really listen to that stuff," he said, shrugging. "I don't think I even really know who Reed is. I feel like Harrington knows him, maybe?"

You nodded. You liked this about Eddie. He didn't want to gossip, or spread rumours, and he didn't revel in other people's misery. He couldn't name the entire basketball team, but you could bet he knew all his friends birthdays, or like, their favourite snack.

Most of your friends nearly missed your birthday if you hadn't reminded them the day before. You'd been with Eddie five minutes, and your other group already could barely hold a light up to him. You can't remember why you hung out with them before, and you can't fathom why you'd never thought Eddie was cute until now.

"So what brought you to the bar tonight? I thought you guys went to that other spot, uh, The Hangout?"

"The Hideout," he corrected, "that's where my band plays. And Steve wanted to go here tonight. He likes the deep fried macaroni bites that you can apparently only get there."

"Ah, I see, so very important stuff."

"Very important."

It fell silent again, and you worried that you'd made a mistake. Like, maybe Eddie didn't want to be here. Like he felt bad for you or something.

"It's nice out here," he said softly, and you noticed he'd stopped a few steps back, you were too distracted by your anxiety to notice. You turned towards him, copying him by tilting your head back, looking at the star filled sky. It was peaceful, standing here with Eddie.

"Yeah," you agreed, letting the beauty of the night's sky clear your anxieties. You'd been so used to shitty friends, that you didn't know what is was really like to be treated nicely.

You were still looking up when Eddie came back into focus on you. You were beautiful. Like, really beautiful. He was kinda shocked when you first spoke to him, and he was totally floored when you asked him to leave with you, smile covered in sincerity and eyes filled with trouble. He knew the odds of this turning out well for him were slim, but he wanted to see it out anyway. You seemed different than the rest of them, and he was going to give you a chance to be.

Your hair was falling over your neck in a way that tempted him you reach out, and brush it over your shoulder.

Instead he looked at his feet, shuffling a rock around while he shook those thoughts out of his head. Obviously after a situation like that you were in a vulnerable state, and he wasn't going to be some jerk who took advantage of that.

"Safety infraction," he said, pointing at your shoe, and before he could stop himself, he was on one knee, tying your shoelace for you. He realized it was entirely dorky and weird to just start tying someone else's shoes, but it would've been weirder to stop.

But you didn't think it was weird at all. You thought it was sweet, and kind, and... well, it made you blush, the burning sensation was so prevalent you knew he'd be able to see it when he looked back up at you, and he did. Eddie took note of the fact that he'd made you smile, blush and laugh all night, without trying.

He thought... Eddie thought maybe there was a chance here, a chance for something special.

You were something special, and it baffled him that more people weren't aware of this. He was confused about how guys weren't throwing themselves at your mercy and declaring their servitude.

"Thanks," you said, smiling as he stood level with you again, and you noticed the light blush across his own cheeks.

"You're welcome," he said, and the two of you started walking again, letting a calm silence fall between you.

You were closer now, so close you could feel the odd brush of his knuckles against the back of yours, and you could hear his breath hitch every time. You wanted him to reach out and grab it, but he didn't.

"C'mon," you said, grabbing his hand and tugging him across the street, "I want to swing."

But neither of you let go once you were across the street. His hand was rough. Hard with callouses from years of guitar, but it was also warm, strong, comforting. You didn't want to compare him to Reed, you had no right to think of Eddie like this, but you couldn't help it. He was cute, and when you were sure he wasn't a rebound moment, you'd tell him.

Eddie didn't let go of your hand until you made it to the swing set, only releasing his grasp to climb onto the swing beside yours. Immediately, he kicked off, trying to swing as high as possible. You swung gently, feeling the breeze and enjoying the moment. Eddie's hair was flying around him wildly, and when he swung forward, all his hair trailing behind him, you could see the unadulterated joy on his face, and it made you smile. It made butterflies flip in your stomach, like a hundred of them were suddenly released into your chest.

"Watch me!" he shouted, jumping off the swing, only to land a few feet away in a thud, shouting a weird sound when he landed. It didn't sound good.

"Hey," you said, slowly down and getting off the swing. "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah," he said, laying on his back and giving you a thumbs up. "Don't worry about ol' Eddie, he's resilient." But the squeal he let out when he tried to put pressure on his ankle betrayed him.

"Let me help you," you said softly, reaching down to help pull him up. He leaned heavily against you, resting his ankle down, only to wince. "Maybe you should sit down," you said, guiding him to a park bench nearby.

"I don't live far," he said, "through the yard and cut through the Masterly farm, then we're practically there." He coughed, "I mean, if you don't mind, you don't have to I can probably call Wayne at work, there's a payphone-"

"Eddie, stop, of course I'll help you," you said, smiling when he did, despite the pain he felt, he knew you were different. "Let's get you home."

The walk should've been ten minutes, but it turned into over half an hour, with Eddie's injury, he was walking at a snail's pace. He kept repeating how you didn't need to suffer this with him, but you wouldn't hear it. He was helping you in ways he wouldn't understand, just by being a kind presence, showing you that there are much more interesting things out there, way more interesting than some shitty friends.

The whole time you guys just talked. You told him about how you've been feeling lately, neglected and sad. And he told you about his mom and Wayne, and how he wants to pursue music.

At this point, you were sure it wasn't any kind of rebound thing.

When you got to the trailer park, he got quiet, hesitant, like he expected you to take off at the sight of his home. But you weren't fazed. You just helped him in without saying anything, sitting him on the couch.

"Can I take a look?"

"If you've got the stomach for it," he joked, hitting himself in the forehead when you looked away.

But you just laughed, slowly untying his shoe, trying to take it off without hurting him. He didn't say anything, just watched as you did so. He thought you would drop him inside and head out, bu here you were, sliding off his sock with the most gentle touch he'd ever felt.

"It's swollen pretty bad," you said, "ice?"

"I think we've got peas?"

You nodded, getting off the couch and bringing yourself to the kitchen. He watched you shuffle around in the freezer, followed by the drawers. He said nothing, just watched you tuck your hair behind your ear, relishing in the fact there was this work of art in his kitchen.

You finally found a clean dish towel, and wrapped the peas in it, bringing them over to your damsel in distress.

"Thanks," he said, unable to look away. you focused on his ankle, the purple bruise already covering the large bump on the side.

"I don't think it's broken," you said, "but maybe you should get it checked out by a doctor."

"Do you think it can wait until tomorrow? There's a nurse in the green trailer," he said, bashful, "she usually helps us out."

"Yeah, I think so."

It was quiet for a moment before he said, "do you think you would want to stay for a bit?" You both looked away, both suddenly shy and blushing.

"Yeah," you said, "you should really lay down though, and get some pillows under your leg."

"You can come in there," he said, sounding a little too eager. "Not like, for any funny business," he said, catching himself on his embarrassment, but taking solace in your little giggle. "We can just hang out."

"C'mon," you said, grabbing the frozen peas and helping him back up. You helped him into his room, asking where you could find him a pair of sweats to replace his jeans were, and throwing them over when you got them. You turned around, giving him some privacy. You saw his music, and decided to help yourself and put some low music on.

"Thanks again," he said, clearly struggling to undress and dress while laying down. "For helping me home, and- uh, and everything else."

"No problem," you said, shuffling your weight between your feet. "Can I look?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

While laying there, he looked devilishly good. You felt bad for his ankle, sure, but he'd taken his shirt off, his soft tummy on full display, and his legs were strewn between the white sheets, his good leg tucked under, but his bad leg bare, showing his grey sweatpants. His hair was messy, splayed over his neck and shoulders, and he looked good enough to eat.

"Can I sit?"

Eddie smiled, "of course," he said, shuffling over to make space for you.

It was later than you realized, and you were suddenly exhausted. Or maybe you were just justifying crawling into Eddie's bed at your first opportunity. You set up a few pillows under his leg, leaving none left for yourself, just one for Eddie.

"Take one back," he said, pulling it out from the stack. "You need one too."

"No, no," you pulled it out of his hands and returned it, instead opting to lay into his side, resting your head on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat quicken, and his breathing get faster. He smelled like freshly fallen leaves, cinnamon, and the faint smell of weed. It was intoxicating... "Is this okay?"

"It's perfect," he said, wrapping a hesitant arm around you, pulling him in closer to you, "absolutely perfect."

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reclinepilled · 2 months

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coffee beans

cw: nothing other than language and cheesiness 😭 no fem/masc reader, completely up to you.

desc: barista!ellie hates her job until a cute customer catches her eye and jesse helps her out

a/n: this is my first post, i didn’t lnow wjat to write so i kinda just blurted something out so sorry if this is bad😓 this is extremely cheesy as well, but i like that stuff! i love feedback (not rude) as well <3 also none of the dividers i use are mine, except for the solid colored ones. ill have to find the creator of the really cute ones.. other than that enjoy! <3333 reblogs are welcomed

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PLEASE READ HERE TO HELP PALESTINE.

working in a busy coffee shop, full of bright colors, with people all around, posing for their hopefully viral posts, wasn’t exactly ellie’s “dream job”. the hordes of people that came in during the winter should be illegal. she’d rather be helping people find vinyl’s they’d been searching the markets for, or maybe starting a band straight out of joel’s garage with her close group of friends.

though, she became accustomed to being here. whatever helped her with the stressful expenses she has to pay as a college student.

she rang up the same order that had gained popularity on some app, which felt like the millionth time today. she lets out a sigh, not even looking up, “your total will be 17.20, cash or card?”

“card, please,” your eager voice responds to an unamused barista. that’s when ellie actually looks up. she scans your features, adorned in a little snow, immediately taken aback. her saying you were gorgeous would be an understatement.

she took in your radiant skin, under the annoying glow of the menus above the prep area behind her. and your eyes. they were so captivating and comforting. the way they were all doe made her heart flutter a little, she swears.

you were a lot different than the other girls that came into the shop, all carbon copies of each other. it made her question reality honestly. however, you were different in every aspect. from your style to your energy, she just had to have you.

“o-of course, just tap it here,” ellie clears her throat and spins the payment machine around, looking up at you. you follow her instructions as you notice her hands. they we’re slender and looked fairly cold but so soft, you thought. her short, messy hair was charming. her style that made her look like someone’s grandpa was also very attractive, for some odd reason you felt like a creep being attracted to a worker, who looks like she very much hates her job as is.

“thank you. your order will be done shortly, pretty,” ellie says flashing you a smile. you blink a couple of times, malfunctioning from a compliment you hear quite often. you smile and nod, feeling your face heat up.

as ellie watches you walk off, she jogs to the kitchen in the back. “jesse?” ellie looks around looking for him. “i’m over here ellie, what’s up?” he looks up at her from a drink he was crafting. “can i take out this order please?” ellie shows him the freshly printed receipt. “less work for me? sure,” he says as he continues to to make one of the orders. “yesss,” ellie grabs your order off of the counter next to jesse and heads out of the kitchen.

now taking a seat at booth far off in the corner, you take off your tote bag and rip off your scarf. you look out of the window next to the comfy booth, in awe of the snow falling so gracefully. your attention was stolen by the outside environment, until you felt the presence of someone walking over. you quickly snap your head to the culprit. that culprit being the barista holding your order.

“it’s finished already?” you say, surprised. “well, you could say that..” ellie hands your order over, that had actually been for someone else who ordered before you. she was just really eager to just talk to you. your eyes lit up excitedly, she found that really cute. you take a sip happily.

“your shirt,” you say looking at her torso, “i love that band so much, even though they are newer. their music is very different,” you say, now looking back up at her. “yea, i totally agree,” ellie awkwardly leans on the booth seat opposite to you. truth is, ellie had no idea who this band was. it was just a random shirt she picked up from walmart, honestly.

“um anyways, i like your outfit. not everyday i see someone as stylish as you,” she motions to your cute leg warmers. “really? thank you,” you sort of giggle as you say that. ellie found that cute too, she was so far in.

what ellie thought was going smoothly and definitely not awkward, was interrupted by her coworker.

“ellie, wrap it up. i can’t be working in the back and working the register,” a man with a wolfy haircut says as he grabs ellie’s shoulder.

“jesse, fuck off. i am clearly preoccupied,” ellie’s demeanor quickly changes as she rolls her eyes, turning to him. jesse grabs his heart, looking offended. he was obviously being sarcastic. “i just blessed you and you’re cursing me out?”

“yo- you didn’t bless me.. i’m helping you”

“want me to help you and speed this up?” jesse pulls out a notepad from his tool pouch, hastily writing something down. you hold back from letting out a boisterous laugh from their interaction.

“jesse, the hell are you writing,” she says through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. ellie tries to read what he’s written, but jesse is already ripping it out handing you the paper. “jesse, just stop, she’s already paid!” ellie’s eyes widen with anger from annoyance.

“yea i’ve-“ jesse cuts you off, “don’t worry, just read it,” he flashes you a quick smile as he walks back to the counter.

you read the paper as you slowly smile, then you look up at ellie. you hand her the paper. ellies face immediately turns all fifty shades of red. “god, i hate him sometimes. he’s so.. childish,” ellie says as she balls the paper up, looking away to hide her embarrassment.

“don’t worry, i find you cute too,” you say smiling, looking into her beautiful, jade eyes. ellie laughs awkwardly, inhaling while fixing her posture. she takes a seat opposite of you, “so would you like to go somewhere later, like.. i-i don’t know,” she trails off. “just give me your number and we could talk about it later,” you say while looking at her nervous composure.

“cool,” she looks at you as well, finally relaxing for once. she writes down her number on a napkin that was left on the table and hands it to you. “i’ll see you soon then?” you say, watching her stand from the booth.

“definitely,” flashing you a smirk as she jogs back over to the register.

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luv4georgie · 2 months

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this is what makes us girls.

slightly toxic!Daniel Ricciardo x female!reader

in which formula one star, Daniel Ricciardo, and his girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, go to a party to celebrate one of his 2024 wins (pretend) and drunk Daniel doesn’t realise he isn’t dancing with dear Y/n.

warnings: smoking, mean!Danny for a-bit, shouting (kinda), crying, fluffy towards the end (also kinda gaslighty?!)

NOT FROM READER NOR DANIEL’S PERSPECTIVE IT IS FROM A RANDOM GIRL!!!

“then she starts to cry, mascara running down her little bambi eyes”

it was pretty late. around 11pm, i’d say. i had been invited to this party by one of my friends, Y/n, you see… her boyfriend is a Formula One driver for… hm? i forgot the name but it is quite a long one. ah! Visa Cash App RB Formula One team. but let’s just call it.. RB for now.

as i was saying… it was late. around 11pm. i was looking for said driver and couldn’t really find him i just assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the massive crowd dancing with Y/n. i was wrong. sort of? he was dancing. in the middle of the crowd. but… not with Y/n. with a different girl. she was blonde and tall, around the same height as Daniel, and Y/n on the other hand was not. she was short and had (your/hair/colour) hair.

as i watched them dance -from the top of the balcony- in rhythm my eyes trailed along the people and spotted Y/n… she was standing there, absolutely furious. her eyes were glossy. she said something that i couldn’t hear nor read but i could tell she was talking to herself and her voice was shaky. she stood there watching. her bottom lip trembled and she left…

my eyes followed her as she ran out of the front door, her silky white dress flowing around her and her tight curls bouncing as she did so. a few seconds after she ran off i decided to go and find her. i walked, but quickly, down the stairs. “hey have you seen Y/n?” a thick Australian accent sounded in my ears. i just rolled my eyes and walked out the door.

i pulled my cigarettes and lighter out of my bra, lit one, took my heels off and put them down somewhere. i smoked and walked down the sandy path. i saw a girl. sat there. white silky dress. tight (your/hair/colour) curls. Y/n. her knees were pulled up to her chest and her chin rested on them. “Y/n?” i said. she whipped her head around, clearly unaware i was there, and wiped her tears quickly.

“oh Lana” she sniffled and laughed slightly at the same time. i took my cigarette from between my lips and sat down next to her on the cold sand. “what’s up sweet?” i asked. she just smiled and i noticed the black streaks down her face. “not much” she answered. i gave her a pointed look and raised my eyebrows. “ya sure?” i asked again, handing her my cigarette and letting her take a puff, then a tear rolled down her face. she just broke down into sobs that could rip a heart open. “oh Y/n” i said and wrapped my arms around her.

“Lana how i hate those guys” she said sobbing still. i buried my face into her curly hair and it smelt nice. “Y/n!” we heard. we both turned around to see the tall Australian. my eyes hardened when i saw him and my upper lip lifted, into a disgusted look. suddenly Y/n got up taking her heels with her. “what do you want?” she asked sternly. “why did you leave?” he asked almost jokingly. “because of you! because of your stupid fucking friends! because of that stupid fucking blondie!” she shouted at him. “what are you talking about!” he said, the question almost rhetorical. he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“im sorry” he said and walked over to her. she just let him. Y/n looked up at him unsure. he gave her a soft look which told her he was really sorry. she just sort of fell into his arms and stayed there. he lifted her up, grabbing the back of her thighs in the process. then he just looked up at me with a grin that told me he was not sorry. i was angry. so angry. but she was happy. but i just want to get her out of this mess. but i couldn’t. she wouldn’t listen anyway. but… after all… that’s what makes us girls.

thanks for reading! ♥️

this is a-bit different to my other works but guys!! please tell me if you like it and sorry this whole story barley even makes sense.

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azulsluver · 1 year

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I need I need!

Bully!Idia n bully!Sebek!

Oh my liege would you be so kind as to share your thoughts with us mere mortals?

—Eel anon

you ask and I shall receive! I actually have a draft of bully!sebek because he's just soooo <333

tw. yandere, suggestive themes, stalking, blackmail, dubcon touching, #delulsebek

Minor at writing !! Read at your own record,

slight malleus and azul x reader

Idia in any au I have is just gross, irnoic since he loves to degrade you for being so gross. He loved the idea of the bully and victim trope, a guilty pleasure he plays and reads with every chance he's got. Idia is still scared to bully anyone that isn't you, because you're such an easy target it rubs his ego in a nice way. You cower when he just as much mimics Leona or Vil's personality/voice to edge you, grinning wildly at your upset expression. You make this all too easy for Idia to play with, he's tested and studied your behavior, will you let sneak his hands under your shirt? Take his fingers down your throat?

Of course things go south with Idia, horny gripping his knee when you as much beg him to not expose the photos he secretly took while you showered. You let Cater keep some so why can't he >:( Still can't get over the fact he's rich! Idia using his status and wealth to get you to bend under his thumb, like the tweels and Azul, he finds a way to get you in need of some cash, the world is so cruel to useless things like you.

He can easily court you to stay with him, you're so interesting to him yet he treats you less. Pointing out your insecurities and telling you that eventually, they'll leave you to die one day. Not Idia, well, if that were to happen surely you wouldn't mind exchanging those fleshly limbs for something more hard.

RUFF Idia teasing Azul that he has pictures and videos of you that he secretly kept cameras in your room. He's enjoying Azul's reaction to you changing or showering, sure Azul has done these type of things but it's you! Idia knows how hooked you got these unhinged men coming for you, it's silly to drag Azul deeper into this fucked up fantasy of his. Or or!! Idia seems like the type to pay someone to take you out on dates and flirt with you so he can get more information about your likes and dislikes,, before Idia comes to show you a video of them sleeping with another person. It's a new hobby of his now.

More thoughts about bully!sebek....

He really just hates you for no good reason, every word coming out of his mouth is utter bull, shouting that you should stay away from him and Malleus. Although, Malleus would be the one coming to you. Just breathing near him drives him crazy! You could be idly minding your business and cautiously looking around in fear, and Sebek would speed walk your way to give you your daily lecture. Your appearance is inappropriate, smeared lipstick and devilish hair; just came out of Malleus's room.

Sebek is a little slow at the moment, but he'll connect the pieces and good lord. He can't decide whether or not Malleus chose you or you're such an attention seeking whore. He's grabbing at your thighs and pulling them open to see if you and Malleus actually did do it.

He's ripping whatever you have that's in his way of spreading your legs, trying to shove a finger in to see if Malleus has...put his wonderful and precious seed in you!(lol i can't take this seriously) You're crying already, fist pounding at his head as you tell him that you didn't sleep with Malleus and that he was only teasing you. But was he really gonna believe you, luckily, whatever god there was heard your prayers. Sebek backs off, mentally preparing himself to get over the fact Malleus chose you.

This will create a routine of Sebek dragging you to someplace more private, a hand over your mouth as his fingers curl deep inside you to make sure you aren't fooling around with others. Malleus deserves to dirty his virginity to a lover who isn't willing to spread their legs to any man! But there are times where he lingers longer than usual, the excuse is that you probably didn't clean properly and he's certain that someone like you isn't all that pure. Not like he's any better.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #malleus draconia x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #*sweats* daily inspections with sebek and he checks your holes to make sure you haven't been fooling around #idia blackmailing is similar to him in the sugar daddy!au #i crave for npc x reader but reader either gets cucked or the npcs do #eel anon #bully!au

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Safe and Sound Chapter 5: Sugar and Spice and I almost Died Twice

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader slow burn

TW: mentions of past abuse (physical and mental), panic attack, so much angst, trauma, I think that's it

Summary: Bradley finds out the truth.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: this gif and the movie it’s from ripped my heart out put it in a blender and threw it off the Empire State Building

Bradley sits across from you patiently waiting for you to start talking. After he figured out you lied about the bear, he invited himself in and plopped down on the couch. You know that you're not going to be able to keep the truth from him anymore, and part of you is relieved.

"I don't know where to start." You whisper and Bradley's eyes rake over your face. He's not looking at you with pity like you expected, and you're thankful. The last thing you need right now is someone feeling bad for you. It'll only make you feel like a burden.

"Okay," He begins gently. "Why don't you start with who the bear is actually from?" He suggests and you nod.

"It was from my ex, Shane. It was his way of letting me know he found me." You explain and you notice Bradley tense.

"Is he the reason you ran away from home?" He asks and you give a short, silent nod.

He swallows thickly and processes the reality of the situation. "Is he the one that did this to you?" He questions and the words taste like bitter vomit rolling off his tongue. He hates the idea that someone who was meant to love and protect you would do this.

"Yes, he's been showing up the past few months and watching me. Letting me know that I'm never safe." You murmur and Bradley grabs your hand.

"You're safe as long as I'm here. You should have told me sooner, I wouldn't have let this happen." He tells you while gently stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. The tenderness of the gesture makes you want to cry, but you swallow it down.

"I didn't want to bother you." You mumble and Bradley notices your breathing speed up. "I didn't want you to leave me." You cry and he shakes his head while pulling you into him.

"He threatened to kill me before I left. I don't want to put you in danger." You sob and his jaw ticks. He feels his muscles ripple with restraint as he uses every ounce of his self control not to go hunt this guy down. He can feel your heartbeat racing and he knows he has a finite amount of time before you slip into a full-blown panic attack.

"Hey, try to take deep breaths with me like this, okay?" He says while inhaling and exhaling slowly. "I'm fine, you're fine, we're fine." He assures you and you feel your pulse slowly come back down.

"Is that what all the nightmares have been about? And the reason that you won't go anywhere without me or Jake?" He already knows the answer, but he's trying to get as much information as he can.

You nod your head against his chest and he closes his eyes. He's relieved it wasn't because of something he had done, but his heart breaks at the realization that he could've protected you if he'd noticed the signs.

"This isn't that bad in comparison to the times he put me in the hospital.I coded on two seperate occasions." You say and Bradley stops breathing.

"How long did this go on for?" He asks hesitantly, unsure if he really wants to know. He doesn't think his heart can take it.

"Three years, but it wasn't all bad. The first year was great, but then he slowly isolated me from friends and family. I was in love with him, and I thought he was protecting me. Then we moved in together and it got worse. By then I didn't have a job or money, I had no way of leaving." You explain quietly and Bradley clings to every word like a lifeline.

"The night that he threatened to kill me, his eyes were almost black. I waited for him to fall asleep and then took cash out of his wallet and just drove."

He grinds his teeth silently for a few minutes before looking down at your tear-soaked face. "I think you should come to stay with me." He whispers into your hair and you frown.

"I know that last time you lived with a man, he hurt you. But you trust me, right? You know I would never, ever do anything to hurt you." He continues and you nod shortly.

"He knows where you live. I'd feel better about going to work if I know you're safe on base." He explains and you mull over the idea.

Bradley watches silently and you finally nod. "Okay. I can pack up what I need and if I forget anything I can come back and get it. It gives me some time to figure out what to do about Shane."

Bradley heaves a breath and leans his head back to look at the ceiling. "Can't we just call the police? He's been stalking you and he assaulted you!"

You reach up to stroke his cheek and shake your head. "The police won't help. The last time he got arrested he was let go, and it almost cost me my life. I'm on my own."

He lifts his head up to look at you and your stomach flutters. He looks at you like you hung the stars, and you've never had that before. "You'll never be on your own again, not as long as I'm alive." His voice holds such conviction that you don't have any choice but to believe him wholeheartedly.

"I'm going to call Jake to come stay with you while you pack. I'll head back to base and make some room for you at my house." He says and your eyes widen.

"I don't want Jake to see me like this." You breathe and Bradley's chest squeezes when your voice wobbles.

"Hey," He says while reaching out to cup your face. "He won't judge you or ask questions, okay?"

"Okay." You nod and he steps into the other room to make the phone call. He only gives Jake the basic rundown and tells him not to say anything about it. It's about twenty minutes before your doorbell rings and Bradley opens the door to let the blonde pilot in.

He knows what happened, but his breathing falters when he sees your face. He hadn't expected it to be so bad, and he instantly feels his blood boil. He masks it with a smile and makes his way over to sit on the couch.

"Hey little bird, can you get me some water?" He asks and you smile at his nickname for you. He called you it jokingly one day, saying it was because of your relationship with Rooster and the way he took you under his wing. Ever since then it just stuck.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be right back." You grin while standing up to go into the kitchen. Once you're out of the room, Jake looks at Bradley and can see the man is barely holding it together. The two of them communicate with their eyes, a silent understanding that they won't let this slide.

"Go, get out of here. I've got her." Jake says and Bradley glances in the direction you went before walking out the front door. He checks his surroundings to make sure Shane isn't lurking and his heart breaks when realizes this is how you've been living the past few months. Always looking over your shoulder, a constant fear looming over you.

He climbs into his bronco and slams the door before resting his head on the steering wheel. Now that he's alone the gravity of the situation comes crashing down, crushing him under its weight. He feels his throat tighten up and every time he closes his eyes he sees your bruised and battered face.

He thinks about what you put up with for years, and how scared and alone you were. How you were convinced that it was love and that you couldn't do better. Didn't deserve better. Images of you in the hospital and crying on the floor race through his mind and he feels a sob creep up from his lungs.

He imagines your terrified screams and crying for help at the Hard Deck and breaks down into hysterics. He knows it's not his fault, but he should have been there. He should've kept you safe, and his body shakes with violent cries as he leans back in his seat.

After a few minutes, he regains his composure and drives toward the base. He clears you out a drawer in his dresser and makes room in his closet before going into the bathroom and making sure you have space for whatever you bring.

He runs his hand down his face and double-checks everything before leaving to go back to your house. He pulls into your driveway and makes his way up to the door. He feels the hair on his arms stand up and freezes. He turns to look around and spots a dark car parked up the street from your house.

He doesn't have to ask you to know that it's your ex. He can feel himself being watched and he lingers for a second before going inside. He hears the car speed off and makes a mental note to get you out of here fast. He doesn't tell you that Shane was outside, he just walks into the room casually.

His heart warms as you laugh at something Jake said and you turn to smile brightly at him when you hear him come in. "You ready to go?" He asks and reaches down for your bags by the couch.

"Yeah, let's go." You affirm while standing up. Bradley may not have been there to protect you before, but he'll damn sure be there now. You'll never know what it's like to be afraid again, even if he has to take justice into his own hands.

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dump-o-whump · 2 years

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Proof of life

day 6: ransom video | “i’ve got a pulse” | screams from across the hall

@whumptober

content: team leader whumpee, villain whumper, humiliation, begging, non-con recording, (short) no holds barred

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“Smile for the camera.” Whumper spat, grinning poisonously at Whumpee as they fought angrily against the chains holding them down.

“Fuck you!” Whumpee spat at the lens. Whumper laughed under their breath. “Let me out of here or I swear to god—“

Whumper turned the camera to their own face. “Hey, guys! Long time no see, I know, but at least I’m hanging out with one of you.”

“Hey! Stop— get me out of here!” Whumpee screeched from off-camera.

“Don’t mind the screaming. They do that sometimes.” Whumper cleared their throat. “Anyway. Now, I have your wonderful leader. All I want in return for their safe return is some cash. That doesn’t seem so hard, now does it?”

“Don’t give it to them!”

Whumper flipped them off. “No, no, please do.”

“Turn and fucking face me, you cunt!” Whumpee demanded. Whumper did so, punching them hard in the jaw. “Shut up and show your team how pathetic you are when I turn this thing off.”

“Pathetic?” Whumpee drew back hesitantly, then shoved themselves forward with hate in their eyes, “I’ll rip you to shreds!”

“Fine. If you’re not going to cooperate…” Whumper placed the camera on the ground. “Camera’s off.” They approached Whumpee, fists balled, eyes narrowed with anger.

Whumpee flinched into themselves. “I‘m sorry, I’m so sor-“ They pleaded, desperately hiding as much as they could from the rage-filled eyes of their captor.

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it, is it, love?” Whumper punched Whumpee in the gut, sending them doubling over with a pathetic sob.

“D-Don’t— don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I-“

Whumper slammed a hand over Whumpee’s mouth. “God, I hate your stupid fucking begging. You’re stuck here unless you team pays up, and I’m gonna do whatever I want to you, so don’t waste your breath pleading.”

Whumpee sobbed into Whumper’s hand, not daring to say a word. Whumper pulled away and started hitting their captive’s head. They grabbed them by their hair and slammed them against the wall, punched, kicked, whatever the fuck they felt like, until they were panting with satisfied exhaustion and Whumpee was screaming in agony from every touch.

Whumper grinned. “That was fun! We should do this again sometime, huh?” Whumpee, who was sobbing into their blood-covered hands and shaking violently, didn’t answer. Whumper tutted at them. “You don’t know how to have fun anymore.”

They reached for the camera and broke out into an uncontrollable grin. Whumpee looked up from their miserable foetus position as they heard Whumper laugh.

“W-What?”

Whumper grabbed their bag and walked off, lingering in the doorway for just long enough to chuckle to themselves. “I guess I forgot to turn it off.”

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man i love goofy villains

taglist: @whumpsday, @frogsinmaiddresssupremassy, @mry-2

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seancamerons · 6 months

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i am sooooooooooooooooooooo glad finally the world is seeing what scum justin is. he profitted off slandering women. multiple women. unfaithful, scummy, cultural appropriating and made a career off of ripping off michael jackson. the beatboxin', the improvizational vocal styling, the layered tracks, the dancing, the slandering his 'crazy' exes, the luxury he must've had.

must be nice. what a little cry baby bitch boy. what goes around comes around, like it's a friggin boomerang. ew. it takes two to tango, you're the one with the victim mentality. a class act, and i mean that in the most downright low down way i can muster. he is horrible. the absolute worst. he did the women in his life so dirty, it's never his fault, god forbid. pathetic.

boo fuckin' hoo, your anniverary was interrupted by your own dirty laundry, so what? what else is new, besides the fact you slandered britney. you threw janet and her 20 year (at the time) career under a bus. idk what he else he did, but he also cheated on jessica "let's evolve" biel, but that's not about her but, bold words for someone who took back their scoundrel, cheating ex boyfriend who cheated on her. i guess she likes sloppy seconds, they seem like they're so great. must be nice, once again. even if he has the upper hand, or control of the narrative or had it for, oh wait, oh about 20 years.

you know what the ex, the puppy love turned real, your childhood love, arguably the once 'love of his fucking life', in a romantic sense best friend, the girl jt was so into that he apparently was about to give her his name, and you do her dirty? dude, you can be so dumb, sure it was a sly dick move, but damn. that says way more about him that it be about her. life hands you lemons, you blame others and squeeze the juice in their wounds, liar liar liar.

so justin, while britney nursed a broken heart and had to grapple with a decision you issued this 'ultimatium' whatever, you didn't say you were gonna be respectful? i imagine they probably talked beyond the text to be like, whatever it's done closure for the pair, par for the course. when you were the first to be cruel, you were the aggressor, you were the liar, you weaved this narrative that it was ALL her. remember this, there's not a relationship with you, there's the other half, who should be your 'better' half, who was miles humble and sweet compared to him.

not to be all will smith or nothin' but keep her name out your fucking mouth if you have nothing good to say, that goes for everyone. like who are people who don't work, have retail, food service, regular people jobs with regular people problems, middle class judging a woman who makes money when she shits, sleeps, eats, dances and posts videos on instgram. why is it such a thing as to have silence in the peanut gallery in regards. "it would never happen to anyone" sure, jan. keep sippin't he coolade. cool.

so weird flex, idk. i'm glad i never bought into "big bad britney" the worst girl, the delinquent deviant, the seductress Jezabelle manipulator, evil woman, ice, stone what have them, there's always gonna be haters, but like f that. I'm on the right side here, not that it's a contest, race, spill tea, money grab whatever. idc who you are, but britney should be referred to as someone who isn't a tabloid joke, but a survivor with resilience and humility and someone who had unrealistic sometimes or big dreams but never really gave up completely even if times were shitty. she always had things to live for, and to do, but some f the things she endured were totally beyond her control.

she was very much chewed up and spit out. adored and then hated, and all the people going, "oh i had no idea, i feel so bad" i really think it comes too little too late, because for years i always assumed there was a lot we didn't know, and that wasn't really anyone, especially her family who treat her like a prized racehorse or cash cow, and not a human.

for 13 years, almost 15 years, she was a second-class citizen in her own home, a literal prisoner, she had zero say in anything. she couldn't drive or vote for a president/elected official. she was unjustly put under a hold that turned into a little over quarter of a decade imprisoned, her civil rights were infringed upon. yes that is something to share that must burden her, sometimes the truth is something that will set her free. her speaking i believe, equates to her healing. i know i said i wouldn't say things about this until i finished up the woman in me memoir, but i can't keep this from coming out.

it's just for once, this girl can catch a break and do what she loves. she speaks very candidly on her fans who she appreciates even at her lowest point, even if she wasn't necessarily 'running the show', she still had personality, passion and intensity that will keep her 'youthful' in the eyes of the world forever. her legacy is so strong, and i hate that it'd been marred by lies for years. slanderous, sensationalized journalism and south park, punch lines, digs, and general biased hate from other fans of pop (tbh all genres) music and more. if beyonce did any of the things briney did they'd (general public) turn their back too or they'd fight for her just as strong as barmy/fandoms related to britney spears/fans of other artists. some artists could get away with literal killing or unaliving someone, and britney would be like going to prison or some mental hospital for LIFE locked up till the 12th of never to be released and her family would assume control and she would die in literal captivity. people act like jamie was looking for brit's

his meal ticket, of course. of course she's married this guy who (i will say he takes care of mostly if not all of his multiple children with more than one mother, not that there's anything wrong with having biracial or even children who are from different mothers. out of his idk how many kids, he has 2 children with britney from when they were married for roughly three years who don't speak to her because they'd been fed this narrative for so long they see no different. federline literally implies she's nuts, so she's not credible so people find her narrative to be false, or use the rhetoric she has mental illness, while that could be something, if she didn't have dementia or some schizoaffective or bipolar diagnosis, well well, she might have some horrible version of post-traumatic stress disorder. everything i'd expected and even things i didn't know or weren't confirmed officially at any time are being corroborated like i didn't want to be right, but i was so on it and everyone thinks she's crazy, and gaslit, enabled this farce of a conservatorship, she needed to be taught how to be an adult, and her family mainly jamie failed her by making every decision for 13 years for her.

i was also ranting that, what kind of crappy luck to have a sister like who ignored her pleas, saw her struggle, and didn't do shit to help her, but freely went on dancing with the stars, the special corps for money grabs, looks so desperate.

she (jamie lynn) wouldn't even be a name out here if she didn't have a sister who was like it or not, britney spears. similar to the plight of ashlee simpson (jessica was the more 'famous' popstar sister, famously had a reality show with her ex-husband nick lachey in 2003 until 2005 or so which the show seemed to seemingly caused them to split by late 2005/2006) , nick & aaron carter (he was the 'kid' brother of one of the lead singers of the backstreet boys, famously dated paris hitlon, was accused by a former girllbander from the girlgroup in 2000-2001 dream.) if my sis was being talked neg about or was being infringed of her citizens rights, i rest my case. i'd go the f off!

i mean let's be serious for a sec, there was so much SO MUCH animosity and jealousy and "living in the shadow" or being "less famous" or too young to remember when things were normal in their families. ashlee simpson famously had a song called 'shadow' (Autobiography, 2004) not to be confused britney spears' "shadow" (In the Zone, 2003)

i do not sympathize with her. in wise the words of mean girl janis ian. listen up.

As Janis Ian once said, "There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

#britney spears #writing #2000s #music #justin timberlake

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lilcatdraws · 5 months

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Moving In

Ledger!Joker x Harley (what I think she'd be like in the Nolanverse)

Word Count: 1116

Warnings: Some swearing and violence

Summary: After Harleen is attacked and injured in the alleyway, J invites her to stay in his hideout. Chapter 2 of this series. Chapter 1 here.

Author's Note: I wanted to get some writing done over these few days off since December is gonna be so busy lmao. Anyway as always enjoy! 💕

Harleen was getting more familiar with the man. They saw each other almost every night and talked for hours. It was like they had known each other their whole lives and not just a few weeks. He also brought her food and various things she needed. Harleen appreciated the gesture but she didn’t understand why he was being so kind to her. More days passed and he still kept coming.

This time, it was getting really late and she guessed Joker was probably staying out because of a “job” or something. So Harleen buried herself under her blankets and tried to sleep on the hard concrete. Some time passed and she still couldn’t sleep.

Suddenly she heard voices echoing down the alleyway. She tensed and tried to remain perfectly still.

“There ain’t nothing out here! It’s the emptiest part of town!” One voice shouted.

“You know how many bums live around here? They probably got at least a little cash on them. It’ll be just enough to get a fix. Look over there. There’s one.” Another voice said.

Harleen heard footsteps coming towards her. A pair of hands ripped the blankets off of her. She gasped. A group of three men stood over her.

“Would ya look at this beauty, boys! We found something better than cash.” One man told the others.

“Yeah. Let’s get her.”

The men charged towards her. Harleen grabbed the knife that Joker had given her.

“Get away from me!” She shouted.

The men just laughed at her. They took out their knives and lunged. Harleen ducked. One man’s knife grazed her leg. She winced and tried to crawl away. She got about halfway down the alley but one of the men grabbed her leg. She tried to kick him off but it was no use.

Suddenly she heard one of them scream. She looked up and saw Joker kicking the hell out of them. He bashed them into the wall, punched them repeatedly, knocked their teeth out. Harleen thought for sure he’d kill them. He probably did because they were lying on the ground and not moving.

Joker walked over to Harleen and offered her a hand up. She took it and stood up on her wobbly, weak legs. Joker put his arm around her to keep her from falling.

“You, uh, okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. My leg is a little injured but I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not safe for ya out here. Come stay with me at my place. I don’t mind.”

Harleen considered the offer for a moment. She knew she shouldn’t. She would be staying in an extremely dangerous criminal’s hideout. There was no telling what could happen to her. But he had been very kind to her and he did rescue her twice. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to grow very fond of him.

Oh, what the hell? I don’t have anything to lose anyway. So what if he kills me?

“Uh, sure. I’d love to. Thank you.” Harleen told him.

“It’s nothing. You’re gonna have trouble getting up the stairs. Here...”

Joker picked her up and carried her in his arms. Harleen was startled.

“Uh, okay.” She muttered as Joker started up the stairs on the side of the building.

He got to his floor and set Harleen down for a moment. He pried open the window as far as it would go and crawled through. Harleen followed him. He shut the window behind them.

Joker helped her up and led her through the apartment. It was dark, messy, and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned properly in a long time. He sat Harleen down on the grungy, tattered looking couch and cleared away some drawn on newspapers and stuff from the coffee table.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess. I don’t usually get, uh, visitors.” He offered a small apology.

Joker grabbed a box from a table across the room and sat down on the couch beside Harleen. He opened the box and inside were medical supplies.

“I gotta treat your leg, otherwise it’ll get infected. Ya don’t want that. It can get, uh, pretty nasty.” Joker told her.

Harleen nodded. She rolled up her pants and let him stitch her up. He was quick yet gentle at the same time. When he finished you could barely tell there was a wound.

“How’d you learn how to do that?” Harleen asked him.

“I’ve had lots of practice.” Joker replied as he put away the medical stuff.

Harleen pulled her knees up to her chest and looked around the apartment. Behind the living area was an open kitchen that had dishes, pots, and pans scattered everywhere. Across the room to her right was a bed that wasn’t made and pushed into a corner. She noticed there weren’t any rooms in this place except one in the other corner that she guessed was a bathroom.

“Where do ya wanna sleep? I got a bed and a couch.” Joker asked.

“The couch is fine.” Harleen responded.

She was not about to sleep in someone else’s bed. This was already weird enough.

“Why are there no rooms here?” She asked him.

“I tore the walls down cause I needed the space and I like seeing what’s going on around me. If I slept in a bedroom, I couldn’t see if someone broke in. I sleep with a pistol under my pillow so all I’d have to do is pick it up and shoot the guy.”

“Oh. That makes sense I guess.”

Joker yawned. “I’m tired so I’m goin’ to bed. You can do whatever you want. Just don’t touch anything cause I do have weapons and stuff here.”

Harleen nodded.

Joker slid out of his dress shoes, purple coat, green vest, and tie, leaving them on the floor. He crawled into bed, still wearing his dress shirt, pants, checkered socks, and of course his makeup. Harleen wished he’d wash it off so she could see his gorgeous face again. The first night they met was the only time she’d ever seen him without it.

“G’night.” He said.

“Goodnight Joker.” Harleen said back. It felt weird calling him that.

“Call me J.” He mumbled before drifting off.

J. Harleen liked that a lot better. She guessed he must’ve been really tired because she’d read in his patient file before that he had trouble sleeping. It made sense. With his racing mind, it probably seemed impossible to get some rest.

Harleen laid down on the couch, propping her leg up on a pillow. She rested her head on another pillow and covered up with her jacket. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

#ledger joker x harley #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #ledger joker #the dark knight #nolanverse #not my image #lilcat writes #cross posted on ao3

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lessthanpure · 1 year

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Only Mine

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: John Winchester/Female Reader

Tags: oral sex, Daddy kink, older man/younger woman, possessiveness, slight spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

Wordcount: 2706

Rating: Explicit

18+ only

Notes: I never thought I’d see the day I’d write reader insert. Not that it’s bad, I just never thought I’d do it myself. It was…an experience. Enjoy almost 3k of just porn.

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You can feel John’s eyes on you as you hustle pool. You two are a little lower on cash than you’d like to be and this is the easiest way to get it. It’s even easier in college towns like this one- there are plenty of drunk frat boys practically tripping over each other to slam their parents’ money on the table and goad you to ‘try’ to beat them. Which you do. Repeatedly.

You two stay until closing and then walk to his truck. He drives to your shared room and you walk in first. “Not a bad haul tonight,” you remark when the door closes, and then John grabs you by the waist and twists you around to face him. John’s eyes are dark with a familiar look and you swallow.

“Do you have to wear shit like this,” John asks, looking down. You’re wearing a short frayed denim skirt and a low cut pink top.

“It makes it easier,” you remind him, curling a hand in the collar of his flannel shirt.

John grunts. “I hate seeing guys leer at you.”

“Like you’re much better,” you tease. “You haven’t taken your eyes off of me all night.”

John growls and you shudder. “I’m allowed to look at you. You don’t know how many times I had to restrain myself from beating the shit out of some 18 year old horny punk who looked like he might actually have the balls to try and touch you.”

“Well, I’m sure the local police would thank you,” you smile. “And you know I’m always the first one to beat the ever living shit out of someone who touches me without my say-so.”

John pulls you in tighter and you willingly go with it. He’s hard against you, and you gently press your hips to his. John groans under his breath. “Princess,” he drawls, long and low.

“Why don’t I take care of that, Daddy,” you whisper, reaching down. John’s free hand grabs your wrist and you stop, frowning.

“No.”

“John, you’ve never turned down an orgasm in your fucking life,” you say. “What is going on?”

John picks you up and you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. “I need to remind you that you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” you tell him. “And you can ‘remind’ me of that by fucking me into next week.”

John’s hand comes down hard on your ass, and you yelp at the unexpected- but not unwanted- sting. “Don’t be a brat.”

You smile slowly at him and lean in, nose sliding against his. You lean into him more, pressing your breasts against his chest and touching his upper lip with your tongue. “Why? Is Daddy gonna punish me,” you whisper, tilting your head.

John kisses you fiercely and you press your hands through his hair. You grind down against his cock and he moans into your mouth. He walks forward and presses you to the bed. He shoves his thigh between your legs and you ride it, desperate for friction. You both end up panting, breaths mingling. “Baby girl,” John groans.

“Daddy,” you gasp.

John practically rips your clothes off, but he restrains himself enough to leave the fabric intact. He puts his big hand against your sex and you moan, rocking. You can feel his heat through your panties and you want him to sink inside you. John keeps his palm open and you whine in frustration.

“You got something you want to ask, baby girl?”

“Please, John, just fuck me.”

John smiles slowly. “Oh come on, you can beg prettier than that.”

“Fuck,” you snap, frustrated. “Please, Daddy. Want your big cock deep in my pussy,” you give up anyway. John shudders and moans. “Want to feel you fill me up, drip out of me.” John’s breath catches. You don’t let him bareback often, but you’re on the pill and in a safe time in your cycle. You don’t want to waste time with a condom, you’re aching and soaked for him.

“Fuck, Princess,” he pants. “You don’t know what you do to me when you ask so nice.” He rubs his thumb against your clothed clit and you moan, arching into his hand. “Yeah, good girl.”

“Daddy, just touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he says. Even horny, John’s a fucking asshole. “Or do you want something else, Princess?”

“Want your fingers,” you pant. “Want them to fill me up, curl inside me, brush against my G-spot.”

John hums and pulls your panties down, leaving them around your thighs. He puts his palm back on you, though. He groans. “You’re soaked, Princess.”

“Soaked for you, Daddy.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum on Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Maybe if you’re a really good girl.”

“Daddy,” you whine. “I am a good girl.”

John finally moves his fingers, tracing along your slit. You move your hips, trying to get him inside, but he pins them down with his other strong hand. “Not when you’re acting like that, Princess,” he scolds. “Now you just sit there and let me touch you.” You whine. John looks down and watches his hand as he sinks a single finger inside you. You need more. You wiggle invitingly but John stills his hand. “I said stay still, baby girl.”

You whimper but obey. John rewards you with a curl of his finger and strokes your insides. You moan at the feeling. He slowly eases his finger in and out, but it’s not nearly enough to make you cum. “Daddy, more, please.”

“Aw, what’s wrong, Princess? Is one finger not enough for my horny little cockslut?”

“Not nearly enough, Daddy.”

John hums but doesn’t insert a second one. You grab his shoulders. “Hands off.” You drop them and twist your hands into the sheets. “Good girl.” He leans in and speaks against your lips. “How long can I string you along, I wonder? How long until you’re begging for my cock?”

“Please, Daddy, I’ve been so good. Wanna take your cock so bad.”

John pulls his head back and clicks his tongue. “Not like that, Princess. Want to hear nothing but ‘Daddy’ and ‘please’ and ‘yes.’”

“Daddy,” you gasp. He hasn’t ever been like this. He’s commanding and dominant in bed, but mostly he just likes to fuck you and make you cum on his cock or tongue or fingers. Often all three on the same night. He makes you cum a lot- he’s never held you back. He’s a generous lover. “Pleeeeease,” you draw out.

John watches you, finger moving slowly. “You’re pretty like this, Princess. Panting and red-faced, whining for my cock like an animal in heat.” He smiles slowly, the expression unfurling on his face. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this,” his voice deepens further into a growl. “None of those fucking kids you were playing with.”

“Only you, Daddy. No one else is good enough.”

John hums, happy. He inserts a second finger and you whimper, arching against his hand. He doesn’t mind this movement. “Yeah, baby girl,” he whispers. “Good girl.”

You fuck yourself on his fingers, panting. He curls them, brushing against your G-spot. You moan. “There, Daddy, there!” He moves his fingers away from it, though. You whimper.

“Only very good girls get to cum.”

“Daddy, please.” He stills his hand, just filling you with his fingers. It’s not enough, you need to be stuffed. John just watches you, and you can’t figure out what he wants. “Please, Daddy,” you say. “Just wanna cum. I’m your good girl. Your Princess. Your baby girl.” John cocks his head but doesn’t move. “Fuck, John, tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it,” you snap. John’s eyes blaze and he smacks the outside of your thigh. You whimper and press into the sting. He still doesn’t move the fingers that are inside you. You move your muscles in a wave. That does the trick- he moans and starts again.

“Yeah, love to feel you squeezing me, Princess. You gonna be good and do that on my cock? Milk every drop out of me until you’re so full of me you can’t move?”

“Yes, Daddy, yes. Always a good girl for you.”

He inserts a third finger and you arch against it, fingers clutching the sheets tighter. You want to wrap your legs around him, but your panties are still around your thighs. “Now, I know that ain’t true, Princess. I’ve been watching you bend over a pool table all night, shake that cute little ass a little temptingly. You don’t know how many times I imagined taking you in front of everyone, making you scream my name so they know you’re mine.”

You whimper- you’ve never been big into exhibition, but the idea is arousing. You imagine it, bent over the pool table and begging for him. Seeing those stupid frat boys looking so disappointed as someone better than they’ll ever be takes you. You feel yourself get wetter and John groans. He pants before he claims your mouth. You can’t keep up with how his fingers are starting to move faster. You whimper and moan into his mouth.

John pulls back and finger fucks you, moving faster and faster so you climb quicker and quicker. Just when you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls them out. You sob in frustration. He ducks down and shoves his tongue into you. You want to hold his head, keep him still so you can fuck yourself on his tongue. You twist your hands tighter into the sheets instead. John uses both his hands to spread your thighs so he can get deeper. “Daddy,” you beg. John doesn’t answer, too busy moving his tongue in and out of you. You’re just about to cum again when he pulls back a little, retracting his tongue. He just strokes you with his fingers gently, not entering you. “Daddy, Daddy, please,” you sob. You look down and John has his eyes locked on yours.

“Baby girl, do you wanna cum?”

“Yes,” you sob.

“Tell me how much.”

“So bad, Daddy.”

John ducks down again and licks into you. You arch, whining. John has always been incredible with his mouth, but this is insane. He’s licking into you like a man with a mission. You can feel his tongue moving inside you, tracing your walls. He pulls back and licks your clit slowly before sucking on it. He shoves his tongue into you again. You rock against it, whimpering. You pray he lets you cum this time, but your prayer is answered by a ‘no’ as he pulls back. “Daddy, Daddy, please let me cum.”

“Not yet. You’re still forming full sentences, sweetheart.” His eyes darken even further until the pupils are almost as black as a demon’s. “And if you even think about faking that, I will make you pay. Do you understand, baby girl?”

You whimper at the dark promise in his voice- John has always been creative with sexual ‘punishments.’ You remember the time he had a remote-control vibrator. And the time he made you kneel and suck him off without using your hands. He had thankfully pulled out before he came that night and fucked you right on the floor, even though he complained for days about his knees.

“I understand, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He fucks you with his tongue again. You whimper and shudder. Again, he stops before you cum. You sob, feeling your eyes fill with actual tears.

He crawls back up. “Look at my pretty little Princess, crying for me.” His voice is low and gravelly. You can see your wetness coating his cheeks and chin. He kisses you and you suck his tongue into your mouth. You kiss him filthily but your tongue stills when he shoves two fingers inside of you again. He pulls back and watches you intently.

“Please, Daddy,” you beg. “Fuck me.”

John cocks his head back slightly and hums, pretending to think. He works you to the brink again and then pulls out. He gets off the bed entirely. “Daddy, no,” you sob, reaching for him. He strips and gets back in the bed.

“Shh, shh, Princess. Daddy won’t leave you.” You sob in relief. “Hands back in the sheets, baby girl.” You obey and he takes off your panties before he traces his cock along your slit. He enters you with a long groan. He’s flush soon and you clench around him. He shudders on top of you. “So wet, Princess.”

You nod, sobbing. John’s cock is big, and he absolutely knows how to use it. He barely pulls out before getting back in. His strokes are short but soon lengthen until he’s pounding into you. You take one hand out of the sheets and brace it against the headboard to give you something more solid to ground yourself with.

“Yeah, baby girl, yeah.” You whimper and arch, chasing your pleasure. You’re building up again and hope and pray that he just lets you fucking cum. John fucks you harder and lowers his head. He kisses you, but it’s a ‘kiss’ in the loosest definition. You can’t reciprocate or even close your mouth much. You’re just panting and moaning, and John pulls his head back. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl.” You climb until just before your peak. You half-expect him to pull out but no. He lets you fall over and you scream. You gush around him and John snarls. “Fuck, Princess, fuck!” John keeps fucking you and you whimper and cum again. He grinds against you, hand reaching down and touching your clit. You cum again, shaking. He fucks you once, twice, then cums. You whimper as you feel him fill you. He pants on top of you as he comes down. “Such a good girl, squirting for me,” he groans.

You whimper when he pulls out. John looks down, watching his release drip out of you. He rolls onto his back and pulls you with him. You can’t even move so he grabs your knee and pulls your leg between his. He curls his other arm under you and pulls you tight to his chest. You whimper into his neck. “It’s alright, Princess. I’m here. I’m here.” You fall asleep in his arms.

You wake up the next morning and John is still by your side. You put your ear on his chest, listening to him breathe and his heartbeat. You’re sore and aching and you desperately need a shower, but you also can’t fucking move. John stirs and then fully wakes up. His hand strokes your waist and you relax.

“You ok, Princess,” he asks quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Hope that wasn’t too much.” He’s actually concerned and you huff, putting your chin on his chest so you can see his face.

“I’m made of stronger stuff than that, John.” You move slightly and wince. “Though I can’t fucking move my legs.” John smirks slowly. “Oh, fuck off.”

John starts to laugh, low in his chest. “So it was good, baby girl?”

“Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything, your ego really doesn’t need to be any bigger.”

“You did squirt for me last night.” You blush; you’ve never done that before. John chuckles and slides his hand up and down your lower back. Then he groans. “Can you roll? My arm is dead asleep.”

“Serves you right, asshole.” You stay for a second but then force yourself to roll over enough that he can take it back. He shakes it out, wincing, but you go back to him. “Next time, it’s my turn,” you say, looking into his eyes. John smirks again.

“Sure thing, Princess. Let’s see how long you can last without begging for my cock.”

You glare at him and try to prop yourself up, but your elbow slides out from under you, making you curse and him laugh as you hit the sheets again. “You’re an ass,” you grumble but give up and lay on your belly. John chuckles and rolls onto his side, kissing your shoulder. You relax at the gentle affection. He hums.

“As long as you’re happy, Princess.”

#my fics #supernatural fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fic #john winchester x reader #reader insert

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laxcoleccion · 4 months

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motorcycle diaries.

closed starter for @jcnkyard in response to wanted plot (ft. apollo).

i’ve lost track of how many miles it’s been since rubber first met asphalt.

i know this though—it hasn’t been long enough to erase the laughs of momma’s newest boyfriend.

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there are tears in his eyes as he flips through my drawings. they’re both high, no surprise that after twenty-one years my mother’s taste in men has all but dwindled, sunken to the pits; anything for a hit.

“you ain’t gonna amount to shit with this, why don’t ya join y’er mom down in the club? i know the feller’s will treat you nice…”

mom’s eyes flash with anger, not at his comments but at me; the little bitch who stole her youth, and if I retort and fail to keep my mouth shut, I’ll fuck up her plug and then nobody wins. i ignore him, fingernails tearing through toughened barrier to draw crescents of blood. they’ll be gone soon enough.

like clockwork, they disappear into the only bedroom of the trailer, but stupidly her newest companion leaves the keys to his chopper next to my mangled book. i pick up the ripped drawing, finding it ironic that he tore the one of my mother; she was sober in this one, a posed memory I had of her, retelling me about her life in france. before my father, before her fuckup—me.

it’s not the first time the thought has crossed my mind, to just leave this shit behind, but it had never been so tangible before, dropped right into my hands. i look both directions, as if someone were watching me and would jump out to my surprise. no one does, and for once i decide…stop being the scared little girl you hate being; be the woman you always shout to be. i grab my bag off the floor, an old leather backpack thrifted from the rich kids on the outskirts of my town.

i snatch his keys, and i see his leather jacket hanging off the broken barstool we’ve fixed eight times now. i search the pockets for my new belongings: a pack of cigs, a wallet filled with receipts, his ID, cards, and 200 dollars cash. i know that if i look in the interior hidden walls of the jacket I’ll find a small stash of powdery serotonin—a save for a time when I’ll need it later. i keep the paper funds and toss his wallet aside—mom’s gonna have to pay for this debt. i decide i like the jacket because it matches my bag and take it too.

I know I’m heading west—like those cowboys looking for land and whatever trouble that would follow.

i sneak out the door, careful to not let the screen slam behind me as it usually does, and find my newest ride. i know he probably stole this shit too, and so I decide my new name is karma and to be that bitch.

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i’ve driven out of the state, this much i know from the welcoming signs and for an upcoming rest stop. i know they won’t come this far, both because this motorcycle was already stolen and the hassle to reclaim it wouldn’t be worth it, and second because by now the weariness of their killed high has settled and they’re fixing for another hit.

i think about rest, my eyes weary from the long journey but settle on another few hours before finding a place to lay my head … that was until halfway through my unknown destination I see the smoke of a car, and curiosity beats my will to drive past and abandon the figure.

i brake my cycle in front of him, jade optics scanning over him. he didn’t look much older than me. a foot falls on ground, and i nod my head towards the vehicle. “is it fixable?” i ask him, deciding in that moment to engage with the stranger; perhaps he’d have an idea of where a decent meal existed nearby in exchange for a ride; besides — i had nothing better to do and absolutely no fuckin’ clue where to go next.

this was life waiting to happen.

#〈le créaтιғ.ᐟ: 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙞〉#thread: motorcycle diaries.#independent rp

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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Bruises(Pt.7)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2059

Warnings: Slight fighting, abuse, comforting, broken, friends kissing

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Luckily Joey wasn't home nor was Tess so they didn't have to worry about questions. Getting out of her shower and dressed for the day she goes back to her room to see JJ laying in her bed.

"Laying here thinking while you were in the shower… when you wanted back up, you only yelled my name. Not Pope or John B." He looks over at her.

"I did?" She didn't realize she was only yelling for him.

"You did." He smiles.

"Guess you come to mind when I'm scared." She laughs combing her hair. "Now we need to head back to see the other to go see how much we can get for that gold." Callie pulls him up from her bed.

After melting down the bars best as Kiara could they head to the pawnshop to see how much they can get for it. They sell for 70,000 but the pawnbroker doesn't have that sort of cash and directs them to Resurrection Drive where there happens to be a warehouse holding their money.

As the group drives out there they get pulled over and has a shotgun pointed at them as they get down on the ground. John B sneaks into the car to stop the guy and they see it was Berry. JJ however, manages to corner him and knock him to the ground, taking his ID and figuring out where he lives. JJ heads to Barry's house and John B follows him in as the rest stay in the van.

"All right, we're looking at five grand each." The boys come out of the house.

"So we're robbing drug dealers now? He's going to find out and come after us." Callie looks at JJ.

He didn't care saying he wasn't putting it back. "We're sick of your shit." John B says so JJ looks at Callie.

"You're pulling guns on people…" She tells him so JJ takes off by himself with the money. "JJ!" Callie goes after him but John B stops her.

"Let him go. He needs a moment."

"I don't care if he needs a moment. He doesn't need to be alone." She tries to walk off so he grabs her arms pulling her back, "Let go of me, John B!" She tugs her arm free then walks off.

"JJ!" She runs to catch up to him out by the street.

"Go back, Callie. You're sick of my shit." He keeps walking.

"Just because you keep relying on that stupid gun you stole. I hate that you're stealing money from a drug dealer and I get you need it but come on." She catches up more.

"That stupid gun helped save John B that night."

"Yeah, it did but it also caused shit to lead up to you needing money to pay for Topper's boat. If you didn't pull a gun on Topper, Rafe wouldn't have jumped Pope, then Pope wouldn't have sunken Topper's boat, and finally, you wouldn't have to take the blame and pay it off." Callie makes him turn around.

"Just keep me in the friends' zone so you don't have to deal with my shit in any other way because you know how I am. Just fuck off, Callie. You're just another girl with a heartbeat I jump at and I'll move on to the next!" He turns around leaving her standing alone. He knew she could do better than him.

Callie didn't go back to the others and just went home but only if she knew what would happen when she got home. As soon as she stepped foot through the door she was slapped across the face by Joey seeing her aunt passed out on the ground with bruises.

"I'm sick of you acting like you can just run around for fun and not come home. You expect me to believe you aren't doing shit with your friends that are guys? Look at you!" He screams at her. "I won't have you acting up after we packed up to move out here for your ungrateful ass!" He shoves her back and she stumbles back onto the couch.

"All I do is stay over at a friend's house. I don't do anything you think I'm doing! Stop!" Callie screams as he pulls her up ripping her shirt in the process shoving her against the wall. "Don't touch me!" She tries to fight him away but his hand grabs her by the throat making her claw at his arm.

"I do what I want to you bitch!"

"No!" She knees him in the junk running upstairs with him following her close behind pulling tugging her back so she tumbles down the stairs.

"Do you want to be punished?" He grabs a fist full of her hair pulling her head up off the floor.

"No, Sir." She cries in pain.

"Then stop crying you little bitch." He hits her and her bottom lip starts to bleed. Joey rolls her over straddling her so she tries to fight back getting bruises from him holding her arms down. "If you apologize, I'll stop. That's all I want."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Joey." She stops fighting so he gets up leaving the room. Callie goes over to her aunt and walks her up.

"What happened? I'm okay." Tess says not remembering the fight since her head bounced like a basketball off the floor. "Go to your room." She tells Callie so she goes to her room locking the door behind her.

Callie stays in her room for most of the day before deciding to sneak out. By the time she gets to John B's, Pope and Kiara show up getting out of the truck.

"Hey, what happened to your lip?" Pope sees her lip.

"I kinda had a little tumble down the stairs when I was rushing." She laughs it off until lights and a generator went off.

"What the hell?" They walk around to see JJ in a hot tub and lights decorating the tree.

"What did you do, JJ?" Pope asks.

"I got a jet going straight in my butt right now. Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me? Salud!" He pours himself more to drink and Callie felt terrible seeing him like this.

"How much did this cost?" Pope asks him.

"Uh… Well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery… pretty much all of it, yeah." JJ lists.

"You spent all of it in one day?" Callie sighs.

"Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But, I mean, like, come on, guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me. What? Can't a man have a little luxury in life? Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin'… I mean, like… guys, we- You only live once, right? Enough of this nonsense emotional shot. Get in the Cat's Ass. Come on." He tells them and Callie tears up since he was miserable right now.

"In the what?" Kiara asks.

"In the Cat's Ass. That's what I named her. Oh, hey, yo, I almost forgot. Yeah, that's right, I know. Disco mode. That's right, baby." JJ turns it on.

"Are you kidding me? You could have paid for restitution!" Pope shouts at him.

"Or literally given it to any charity!" Kiara adds.

"Or better yet. You could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!" Pope adds.

"Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that!" JJ stands up and they see the new bruises on him. "I got a hot tub! For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what? No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family! Look what I did for you!" JJ rants so Callie gets in the hot tub pulling him into a hug so he breaks down. "I just couldn't do it." She cradles his head as his arms pull her closer around her waist not wanting to let her go. "I can't take him anymore! I was gonna kill him."

"It's okay. We're here for you. I'm here for you." Callie cries holding him tighter.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said." He cries more.

"I know." She runs his back as Kie and Pope join the hug.

"I just want to do the right thing." JJ cries.

"I know." Kie cries.

They all group hug for a bit before each one backs away. JJ lifts his head leaning back some to look at Callie's face seeing her busted lip, "Why do you have this? Where else are you hurt." He stops hugging her to check her everywhere. She had small bruises on her arms from when Joey grabbed her and buries in other places from tumbling down the stairs.

"I'm fi-,"

He cuts her off, "You're not fine, Callie. I promised to be with you 24/7 to make sure he never lays a hand on you again and I failed!" JJ slaps the water.

"Stop it." Callie grabs his hands stopping him while the other two watch them. "You can't literally be there 24/7. You go through things and I do the same sadly." She looks him in the eyes as he clams down.

"You're not just another girl with a heartbeat. And I promise you that I'm not going to jump to the next. My ass is staying on the line of the friend zone for you." JJ grabs her face wanting her to believe his words.

"You better stay there." She pulls him back into a hug before getting out of the hot tub. "I can't stay here tonight or I'm screwed and I don't want to push Joey after today. See you guys tomorrow. And I'll be fine." Callie looks at JJ before jogging home sneaking back into her room.

After she changes out of her wet clothes there was knocking downstairs then a one at her door after a few minutes. When she opens it she didn't expect Rafe standing on the other side.

"I have a few things to tell you." He walks into her room shutting the door behind him. "So you Pogues are robbing drug dealers now, huh? You know the guy you robbed is a bad man, right?" Rafe walks up to Callie making her back away from him.

"I'm very aware of that, Rafe. Because he tried robbing us first while pointing a gun at us." She crosses her arms, "If that's all you have to say, you can leave now."

"Listen, he gave me this, okay? This was just being late in a payment." He shows her his forearm, "You guys stole from him. What do you think he's gonna do to you?"

"Why do you care?! We're not friends, Rafe. Like not even a little bit. You literally have jumped my friends more than once." Callie laughs at him, "I get telling Sarah because she's your sister but me?"

"You're too pretty too get hurt." He walks closer again so she backs up again.

"Rafe, get out of my house. I can handle myself, thanks for caring when you don't need to." Callie walks towards her door but he grabs her wrist pulling her into a kiss. Her brain stops working for a second before shoving him away from her, "Get out Rafe!"

Rafe leaves and Callie hears him take off as JJ walks into her room, "What was Rafe doing here?" He looks at her.

"Came talking about stealing from Barry." Callie turns to look at him.

"I just want to go to bed." JJ plops face down onto Callie's bed. "It's been such a long day. Almost get robbed, I rob someone, I tell my father I got the money for the restitution but he wanted it to bet on shit, so I just go buy a hot tub and get yelled at for doing it." JJ mumbles before rolling onto his back with open arms.

Callie lays down on top of him with her head in the crook of his neck while his hands start to wander under her shirt, feeling her skin underneath his palms. His soft touch felt good and made Callie feel safe with him. "Cupcake." JJ whispers so she'll pick her head up to look at him.

"Huh?" She does exactly what he wanted so he could crash his lips into hers. Callie's left arm went up his chest into his hair to make him closer to her. Even though they were already chest to chest they kept trying to be closer to one another. When Callie finally broke the kiss so she could breathe again, JJ rested his forehead against hers.

#obx #outer banks #obx ff #obx jj #obx john b #obx kiara #obx sarah #obx pope #obx rafe #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #obx jj maybank #rudy pankow #rafe cameron imagine

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ech0lesss · 1 year

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i love them so i'm doing a TLOU apocalypse au drabble with Kevin and Streber

Edit: I’m looking back to this and it’s kinda ew ngl… I hate it 😔

Edit 2: I only made this character x character to test out the AU I made, I won’t do any character x character requests.

Word Count: 1,292 Content: TLOU Apocalypse AU, Kevin's POV kinda, italics is his thoughts, swearing, bob and cannibals, no reader insert Summary: Streber and Kevin are clearing out infected near base, before they find horse tracks. Horse tracks that are not theirs. Proofread: a lil bit

Rush

"One more zone we have to clear out, then we can go back to base." Kevin sighed. Just one more zone, then we're done. He stepped out of the house he just cleared for supplies and 2 runners and walked through the soft white snow, following slowly behind Streber, who held a pistol in his one hand. He was wearing a huge deep turqoise coat over a worn shirt that said something Kevin didn't pay attention to. Dark blue slightly ripped jeans covered his scarred legs, while he wore brown laced boots. Kevin wore a pink hoodie under a dark jean jacket, with denim baggy jeans and white running shoes. It may not have been the most appealing outfit, but it kept him warm, and that's all that mattered.

Kevin put his foot in the stirrup of his horse, Cash. He always thought it was a bit of a dumb name for a horse but never really complained. He swung his foot onto the other side and held his hand out to Streber, who grabbed his hand and jumped up, scooting behind him on the horse. Kevin kicked his feet lightly and got cash moving, heading towards the next zone at a canter. Streber leaned onto Kevin's back and put his arm on his waist, unknowingly making Kevin blush at the contact.

"So... whatcha doin' tonight?" Streber asked. "Oh, uh, I was just gonna catch up on some chores. Then I was thinking.. we could watch a movie tonight?" "Sounds fun!" Streber exclaimed. "Can I pick?" "Oh my god, you always pick! Let me pick something for once..." Kevin groaned. "Hey, I let you pick something last night!" "Yeah, but you picked all the other times!" The two argued loudly. "Oh fine, only because I love you so much." Streber sighed dramatically in defeat.

"Thanks, Streb." Streber muttered a silent 'your welcome' under his breath til' the two kept riding to the next area, scouting for infected. Kevin slowed to a trot when he swore he heard screaming nearby, and stopped completely when it was confirmed. "Shit, infected." "Sounds like a lot of them, let's leave the horse behind."

"Good idea." Kevin replied, walking his horse back a bit and hiding it behind a bus, before jumping off along with Streber. Streber pulled out his gun while Kevin grabbed a pipe laying on the ground. "It's coming from that store, c'mon." Kevin followed behind Streber as he walked towards the side of the building, over to a broken glass window. He peered inside and immediately got down, alarming Kevin.

"Shit there's a lot of them in there!" Streber whisper-yelled. "How many?" "A bunch of clickers and runners." Streber looked expectantly at him for a plan. "Alright, let's try to be as quiet as we can. I'll take the runners, you can take the clickers." "On it." Streber pulled out his knife and hopped inside from the window, Kevin following behind him as the two split up.

5 minutes later, the two cleared out all the infected in the area, Streber shouted to Kevin as they finished. "Fuck these things." "Yeah, I feel you. We should clear this out for supplies." Kevin suggested. "Sure."

After clearing it out, Streber jumped back out of the window he came through (as the door was barricaded) and wandered around. Kevin could be found not far away from him, searching the other buildings nearby. But after a few minutes Streber called out to Kevin.

"Kev!" A sudden shout was heard not far away. Kevin dropped what he was doing and ran to Streber. He was slightly confused to see him crouching down over the snow unharmed but asked him if he was alright. "What happened?" Streber pointed to the snow he was crouched over. "Look."

Kevin looked to where he was pointing to see tracks. Horse tracks. "Those aren't ours." Streber pointed out. What the hell would someone else be doing out here? "Should we follow them?" Streber asked. "We don't know how dangerous this person is... I think we should go back and tell base first."

"Oh, but Kev! It'll take forever to get there, whoever was here will be long gone by then! Plus we are on patrol, we gotta check this out!" Kevin sighed. He kinda has a point. "Alright, we'll check it out, but you stay close to me." Streber nodded and followed Kevin back to the horse, both mounting and following the tracks.

It lead them down the small city and to a dead end full of broken down buildings piled into one barricade. "Shit, dead end." Kevin hopped off his horse along with Streber, following the tracks that went into a garage nearby. Kevin crouched and went around the house, grabbing his pipe while Streber got his pistol. Kevin looked through the windows until he saw a crowd of men sitting around a table, talking, laughing, and drinking, having fun. Until he recognized these guys.

Oh shit. It was the cannibals. The cannibals who kidnapped Streber. What were they doing this close to base? He moved away from the window quickly before they could spot him. "We need to get back to base. Now." Kevin's stern tone caused a worried look to appear on his face. "Wha- why? What'd you see?" "It's those cannibal fucks, we need to get out of here." Streber immediately had an angered look on his face. "We need to kill them now."

"What?" Kevin said. "You heard what I said!" Streber whisper-yelled.

"Streb, it's too dangerous! They're gonna outnumber us, plus you know what they did to you last time!" His sentence was cut short by realizing the laughter and speaking inside being silent. Oh fuck, did they hear us? Kevin had the urge to peek his head back in the window, but didn't do it.

A door burst open suddenly from around the back and Kevin quickly grabbed Streber's hand and ran across the street. Streber ran with him into the house across the street as Kevin shut the door. Streber stood in the corner of the room crouched behind a sofa with his gun aimed at the door, while Kevin laid a nail bomb in front of the door and pointed his shotgun towards the door, standing on the other side of the room to the left of the entrance.

What was seconds felt like minutes, waiting for someone to burst inside patiently. Streber suddenly yelped when he heard the sound of glass shattering behind him, as a big figure climbed inside. Streber was stuck in horror, mouth agape at the sight of the tall, fat man. He was immediately recognizable.

Bob Velseb stood before Streber with a smile, and a knife in his hand. "Why, hello again~" Kevin quickly aimed at Bob with the shotgun, shooting as many rounds as he could. "Get away from him, asshole!" Streber escaped his trance as Bob was distracted and ran away, running towards the window. Bob was nearly unfazed by the bullets, walking slowly towards Kevin. Eventually he had to reload but realized he did not have enough time, so he ran towards Streber and grabbed his hand, jumping out a window.

He was greeted by gunshots and yells as he jumped out the window, running to his horse and jumping on, quickly grabbing Streber and pulling him up as the horse neighed and moved uncomfortably, running off as soon as he could.

"Too damn close!" Kevin yelled as they arrived closer to base. "I'm sorry, Kevin." Streber pouted. "It's fine, Streb. Let's just get back to base. We gotta let people know what we saw." Streber nodded. "Okay." The ride back was full of uncomfortable silence between the two, as they rode back to base.

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This was a lil long and I feel it was a bit half-assed... but I tried! Maybe I'll make more drabbles like this ;) I love this AU!

edit: i absolutely hate this

#streber x kevin #candybats #sweetfangs #spooky month #streber spooky month #streber sm #kevin spooky month #kevin sm #kevin x streber #spooky month kevin #sm kevin #spooky month streber #sm streber #bob velseb #bob spooky month #echo writes #i very strongly dislike this one

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 13: Chit Chat

“Mom said ‘if a boy can’t see the beauty within then he’s not worth it.’” Jane complains from across the room.

We’re in Mal and Evie’s dorm, with Mal flipping through her spellbook on her bed and Evie sewing a new dress at her desk.

I try to give some comfort. “Believe me, Jane. Magic is not always the answer to getting what you want. If anything it can sometimes make things worse. Trust me, being your true self without magic is the right way to go.” Without using siren magic!

“Boyfriends are so overrated,” Mal says smugly. “You don’t need one.”

“How could you know, Mal? You’ve never had one,” Evie points out, then suddenly gets a wild look in her eyes. “Oh no! I forgot to do Chad’s homework!” She scrambles up to grab her backpack while Mal just rolls her eyes.

“And that is what I mean.”

“Evie, I’m telling you- Chad is just a dumb jock who’s looking for someone to do his homework!”

“But he says that once I’ve got all the work done then we’ll go on a date,” Evie states dreamily.

I throw my arms out. “He’s just saying you might go on a date so you’ll do his homework!”

Evie crosses her arms and pouts, while Mal looks at me with a respected nod of agreement.

“What about you, Magica? Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Evie asks.

I scoff and wave it off. “Definitely no. I’ve never had time nor the patience for love.”

“Really? That is so sad!” Evie runs over and gives me a hug.

“No it’s not. It’s smart,” Mal drones.

“But if you had to find someone now, who would it be?”

Evie’s question comes out of nowhere and takes me off guard. My brain fizzes for a moment and I say the first person who pops into my head, the only person I could ever see making me happy.

“Carlos- wait!” I slap a hand over my mouth just as I realize what I’ve just said. Now Evie has a giddy look on her face while Mal’s jaw has dropped in surprise.

“I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! You always have that look when he’s around, and-”

“Shush!” I hold a finger to my lips. “You cannot tell anyone! Especially Carlos! It’s bad enough I’m letting these… feelings get the best of me. If Carlos finds out he’ll think I’m a creepy flirt!”

“But what if he felt the same?” Evie suggests.

I roll my eyes. “Do not insult me with such false hopes. I’d sooner be dead than find love, much less be fortunate to have a nice guy like Carlos love me back.”

Now Jane gets into the mix. “Magica, why would you say something like that? You’re such a nice, amazing person! If any guy can’t see that, he’s blind.”

Evie nods. “Just tell Carlos how you feel and get it off your chest, and if he doesn’t feel the same then we’ll bully him into feeling guilty about it.”

I quickly wave my hands in denial, already panicking. “No, no! This is exactly why I shouldn’t have friends-”

The door flies open, and Lonnie comes bouncing in to save me from anymore embarrassments.

“Hey guys! I’m Lonnie, Mulan’s daughter! I heard from Magica that you did her hair, and then did Jane’s hair. And I know you hate us and, well… you’re evil… But do you think you could do mine?”

Mal frowns. “And why would I do that for you?”

Lonnie holds up her purse. “I’ll pay you $50?”

“Good answer, I need more material!” Evie grabs the cash and starts contemplating what new style to give Lonnie while I watch Mal flip through her spellbook again, hoping to catch a glimpse of any other spells- potentially dangerous spells.

“Beware, forswear, replace the old with cool hair,” Mal chants from the book. Sure enough Lonnie’s hair grows into curls with highlights, and when she sees her reflection her smile widens.

“I… I love it! Just one more thing-” She grabs her skirt and rips the edge, almost causing me to cry out in protest. “Now I’m cool!”

In a few minutes she and Jane leave, saying that they had to go show off Lonnie’s new look.

“Ok ok, now… Back to Chad’s homework…” Evie stresses as she goes back to her desk.

I go to stand in the corner and shake my head. “Evie, Chad is bad news. Just let him go!”

“Yeah, Doug tried to warn me too.” Evie sighs.

“Wait, Doug? Hm… So tell me, what do you think of him?” I start to smile.

“He’s… well… Oh, Mal! Doug said that they use the wand at some coronation thing!” Evie completely forgets my question.

The door opens again and Carlos and Jay bound in, with Carlos carrying Dude with him.

“Check out the new jersey!” Jay proudly presents his Auradon Prep tourney uniform.

I clap my hands excitedly. “Fantastic job, Jay! And Carlos, what did coach say?”

Carlos comes over with Dude, and it’s all I can do to avoid looking at Evie’s teasing glance.

“He says I can play! Ben must’ve told him about my training, and Dude’s been helping me with my cardio! Isn’t that right, buddy?” He scratches the mutt’s ears.

“Congratulations! I can’t wait to see-”

“Guys, remember why we’re here,” Mal calls from her bed. “We don’t have time for all this school stuff.”

I frown at Carlos. “What else would you guys be here for?”

All the VKs suddenly get very anxious looks, and I’m starting to think they’re keeping something from me. But what would VKs know-? Oh no. No! They couldn’t… Do they know who my mom is?

“We’re here to… get a better feel of Auradon,” Mal tries to explain. “And… we can’t really do that when we’re trapped in this school, can we?”

“Um, no. I suppose not.” This is freaking me out- what are they hiding?!

“We got this…” Jay tries out the new style of encouragement. “...If we all stick together.”

“And we won’t go back until we’re done, because we’re rotten.” Mal smirks. “To the core.”

“To the core!” The other VKs echo.

At attempts to contribute something and not be another third wheel, I say the first piece of wisdom that comes to mind.

“Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.”

All the VKs look at me as if I’ve sprouted wings, and before I can blab anymore I try to start walking towards the door. But Carlos grabs my hand and pulls me back.

“That’s really good. Where did you hear that?” He says with a curious smile.

I look at the floor and state with a small, prideful voice: “Ecclesiastes 5: 9-10.”

“From the Bible?” Jay asks. “I thought you witch folk weren’t too into that stuff.”

Evie gasps. “Jay? Why would you say that?”

I wave my hand. “No no, it’s fine. I know that sorcery gets a bad rap in the whole religious department, but the Holy Book actually has a lot of good teachings. I’m trying to be a good witch, remember?”

“Why would they let a wicked witch into Auradon Prep?” Mal asks smugly.

“Good point.”

“So what does it mean, trixie?” Jay asks.

“It means that having friends is important, that they’ll always have your back.”

Jay smirks. “Sounds just like what coach said about teamwork. But when you whip one of those out at least try to say it with normal words.”

I hang my head. “I know, I’m sorry. Sometimes I speak differently-”

“I like it,” Carlos interrupts, giving me a kind smile. “It sounds nice. Have you got any more quotes?”

I stifle a laugh. “I’ve got one for Jay. ‘He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase; this is also vanity,' from Ecclesiastes 5:10.”

“And that means…?” Jay looks at me with a lost expression.

“Money isn’t everything. When you set yourself with a wanting mind, enough is never enough. You need to accept what you have.” I point a finger when he tries to argue. “Don’t look at me like that! I saw you trying to smuggle things into your dorm!”

Mal slaps her books shut and gets a serious look on her face. “Ok guys, it’s time to talk business-”

“Hey, what about Magica? Maybe we could let her in on this-?” Evie starts to say.

“Zip it!” Mal cuts her off with a harsh look, then gives me a shooing motion. “Ah, trixie? We’ve got some goodness class stuff to work on, so would you mind just closing the door on your way out?”

If I’m honest, I’m a little disappointed that my new friends want me to leave. But after what Carlos said about Mal thinking I’m “too good” then I should’ve expected this would happen sooner or later.

“Are you sure, Mal?” Carlos tries to change her mind, but I know she won’t reconsider.

“No, it’s ok, Carlos. I’m used to being left out. I’ve got some stuff to do for Ben. I’ll just let myself out.”

I awkwardly stride over, open the door, and give Carlos one last smile before closing it. Afterwards I give a deep sigh and lean against the door, and hear a muffled conversation taking place:

“But Mal, she’s got magic!” Jay inputs.

“She could help us-” Carlos suggests.

“No!” I hear Mal state. “She’s a goody-two-shoes with magic! I don’t know where she gets it from, but there’s something about her that makes me uneasy.”

“Think it’s a spell or something?” Evie asks.

“Maybe. For all I know she could be a real witch!”

I give another heavy sigh and start walking back to my room. Typical- even the villain kids don’t trust me! But at least they still don’t know about who my mom is- I hope.

Further down the hall I see Ben coming my way, looking a bit dazed.

“You ok, Brother Ben? You seem a bit… out of it.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I was just going to check on the villain kids!”

I grunt. “Good luck. Seems like sometimes they’re just as friendly as Audrey!” I say with cheery sarcasm.

He’s still acting dreamy-eyed, so he ignores my upset mood and keeps walking past me.

“I’ll have the list of family day plans by the end of the day!” I call.

“Um, yeah. Yeah…”

I just shake my head. Great, now Ben’s put me on the pay-no-mind list too.

#descendants carlos #evie descendants #mal descendants #jay descendants #disney descendants #descendants #disney #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #doug descendants #ben descendants #audrey descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson

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velathetanager · 10 months

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Hotline Mobius: Work Day

Author’s Note: This is basically what Amy Rose’s life involves now that the Caller has made her Overalls.

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Amy Rose had grown to really hate the sound of her phone ringing over the past year. She flinched whenever it did because of who could be on the other end. And what she could be made to do. But she knew she had to answer, because there was no telling what he might do if she ignored him. His distorted voice came in, a poisonous kind of friendly, and Amy’s blood ran ice cold. “Heya, Amy. I got another job for you.” When Amy nodded, the voice continued. “This one is a simple seek-and-destroy mission. The mask will give you a location; go there and clear it out. Then, take whatever important stuff you can, leave it in the dumpster, and torch the place. If there’s money there, you can keep it. Consider it a tip, heh.” Amy nodded again and prepared to hang up, but then the voice added, “And Amy? Don’t play with me. You remember what happened the last time you did.” Yes. She did. The fire at Cream’s house. No one was hurt, but they’d had to stay with Amy and Sonic, her roommate, while the house got repaired. Amy nodded slowly, and replied with a shaky voice. “I won’t.” The caller then hung up, and Amy went to her attic. Her outfit was simple. Blood-red shirt and shoes, and black overalls. Blood wasn’t as visible on those colors. And white rubber gloves with brass knuckles so she could hit harder and wash them more easily after the fact. And, of course, the mask. She hated the mask. A dragon’s skull, cold as death and practically radiating with a twisted power she feared the very idea of using. It poured thoughts and information into her mind as the caller wanted. But it concealed her identity, and it made her enemies fear her, which she could use on the battlefield. So she put it on, and the mask showed her a guiding line. If she followed it, she would get where she had to go. So she followed it. After going invisible and climbing out her attic window and over her roof so Sonic wouldn’t notice, of course. An Eggman Empire base? Amy must have been getting promoted. Or maybe it was because she’d wiped out the entire Deadly Six faction (by herself, mind you, and she had to check herself for enjoying what she’d done to Zavok so much) and other vic- people who worked for the caller had wiped out other factions, so this was the next logical step. At any rate, the place was full of people who didn’t need to be alive anymore, so she turned invisible and went in to do that. There were just a few people in the front of the building. Once Amy slipped in, her first order of business was to tackle one of them, pull out a switchblade, and cut their throat with it before stealing their gun and turning visible again, shooting the other two workers in the heads. She then took their guns and started walking. It went like clockwork from there. The people she shot, the people she stabbed or cut, the people whose faces she beat in, the people whose throats or hearts she ripped out, the people whose necks she broke, it all blended together. Maybe it was better that way. Her nightmares were bad enough as it was. She tuned back into reality as she was using someone as a living shield in a shootout. When she ran out of ammo, she hurled the guy into the last shooter and went invisible, stomping on the last shooter’s arm to shatter it before taking his gun. Two shots to the head, and that part of the job was over. Amy sighed and sat on a nearby chair, clearing her head. Then she got up to find important stuff, which mainly consisted of a briefcase with papers and a tablet in it. There was also a safe full of cash, which her hammer made quick work of. Maybe she could get Cream a new bed for her pet with this. Or get Sonic an upgrade for his wheelchair. It already could hover and all, but she wanted it to be as good as it could get. She could decide later. She pocketed the cash, grabbed the briefcase, took what she could off the Empire workers, and left the briefcase in the dumpster. Once she was in her car, she got another call. “Good work, Amy. I knew I could count on you.” Amy sighed in reply and kept driving. She had to wash off.

#hotline mobius #overalls #sonic.exe au #sonic.exe oc #sonic.exe

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