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sourwolf-sterek32 · 10 months

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Broken Without You

Summary: After witnessing the death of your best friend Henry and his little brother, you're close to giving up and ending it all. Until Joel asks you to join him and Ellie on their journey across the country and gives you a reason to keep fighting.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: language, blood,

Previous Chapter

Chapter 15- Final Chapter

The way back to Jackson was easier in the car compared to horseback. Joel had stopped by a cluster of abandoned vehicles by a gas station and found Ellie some new clothes that were better than the hospital scrubs she was wearing.

Ellie hadn't spoken much since she woke up, not that you blamed her. All this time she thought she was going to save the world and now... you couldn't imagine how she must be feeling.

The car lasted most the trip, but the engine broke down not too far from Jackson, forcing you to travel the last five hours on foot.

You took a short cut through the woods instead of following the windy main road. Joel and Ellie were walking slower than usual as you trekked through the woods, and you knew that was for your benefit because the concussion was really taking its toll on you.

"You know, Sarah and I used to hike like this all the time." Joel suddenly started to say, glancing over his shoulder at you and Ellie. "I wouldn't say it was her favourite thing. She wasn't a fan of the mosquitoes and such."

"I don't blame her." You commented, swatting away a mosquito as you spoke.

"But she was a big climber... or scampering. That's probably the right word. That girl... she'd see a big rock, and just... pew." Joel explained moving his hand up as he spoke. "She woulda liked you. Not to say the two of you are the same. Definitely different kids."

That caught Ellies attention as she lifted her head and looked over at him, "how so?"

"Well, she was a lot more... I wanna say girly..." Joel slowly answered not wanting to offend her. "And I'm not sayin' that you're not girly-"

"I'm not."

Joel smiled, "yeah, you're not. So that. She was taller. She had a killer smile. Again, not sayin' that you don't."

You smiled listening to him talk about Sarah. You wished he would talk about his late daughter more often, but it was a hard topic for him, and you knew he was only doing it now to try and get Ellie to smile and cheer her up a bit.

"-But you know why I think she'd like you?"

"Why?" Ellie asked curiously.

"'Cause you're funny. I think you would've made her laugh. Anyway, I bet you would've liked her back."

Ellie smiled softly, "yeah, bet I would've."

The three of you continued walking up the path over the hill. Each step was making your head thump more viciously, but you just focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

"There ya go. Not much further now." Joel suddenly announced, coming to a stop and you lifted your head to find that you had finally reached the top of the hill and the community of Jackson was in the distance.

Thank fuck for that.

"Do you need a rest?' Joel asked, looking over at you worriedly and you realised that you probably weren't doing a good job at hiding your pain.

Did you need to rest? Definitely. But you feared that if you sat down, you'd never get back up again.

"No."

Joel looked like he wanted to call you out on that clear lie, but then Ellie suddenly started to speak.

"Hey... fuck." She swore softly, looking away from the two of you almost as if she regretted saying anything.

You watched Ellie carefully as she shook her head at herself and walked over to the two of you before looking up at Joel.

"Back in Kansas City, you asked me about the first time I killed someone. When I got bit in that mall, I-I wasn't on my own. My best friend was there and she got bit too. We didn't know what to do, and she says, 'we can just wait it out. Be all poetic and lose our minds together.' And then she did. And I had to... Her name was Riley, and she was the first to die. And then it was Tess. And then Sam-"

You looked away at the mention of Sam. Images of his dead body flashing through your mind.

"That's not on you." Joel quickly reassured.

"I know, but..."

"Look, sometimes things don't work out the way we hope. You can feel like... like you've come to an end, and you don't know what to do next." Joel kept saying, but you had stopped listening when you felt nausea rise in your stomach.

You took a few steps away from the two of them while Joel continued to talk because you weren't sure if you were going to be sick or not. You had hoped when Marlene said nausea and vomiting were common symptoms of a concussion that you had just gotten lucky and missed out, but apparently not.

"-Swear to me. Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true."

Her words caught your attention, the nausea momentarily forgotten as you glanced back over at them, waiting to see what Joel was going to say.

"I swear."

Ellie stared at him for a moment contemplating what to believe before taking the leap of faith that Joel was telling the truth because she trusted him. He was the one man in this entire world that she trusted without question, so whether or not she thought that he might be bending the truth a little, it didn't matter because she simply nodded, trusting him blindly.

"Okay."

Joel hid the look of relief on his face well, but you could tell a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders now that Ellie believed his lie.

"We're nearly there. Let's keep moving." He said after a few moments and Ellie nodded starting to follow him before she noticed that you weren't moving.

You grabbed hold of the tree beside you for support as bile began to rise in your throat.

"Uh, Joel?" Ellie's worried voice called out before she jogged over to you and grabbed your shoulder to see if you were okay, but you quickly pushed her away just as you leant forward and threw up.

Ellie mumbled something like 'gross' under her breath, but you were too busy to really notice.

Joel was beside you in an instant, pulling your hair back as you threw up the little food you had inside your stomach. Once you finished, you squeezed your eyes shut trying to lessen the thumping pain in your head, but it wasn't really working.

"Uh, is that normal?" Ellie asked from behind you.

"Yeah, nausea and vomiting are pretty common for concussions." Joel reassured, still holding your hair with one hand, the other rubbing soothing circles over your back.

"Not that. I mean the, uh, the blood."

Your eyes snapped open in confusion and you had to squint a little to see, your vision still in and out of blurriness before you spotted the blood mixed into the gross fluids on the ground.

Yeah, no, that definitely wasn't normal.

"Fuck." Joel cursed softly from beside you.

"I'm fine-"

"Don't. Don't lie to me." Joel warned, shaking his head.

You sighed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before standing up straight, still holding the tree trunk for support as you turned to face him.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked raising his hand causing you to glare at him. "Yes, I'm being serious. How many fingers?"

You stared at his hand for a few seconds, trying to blink away the blurriness before your vision cleared, revealing two fingers.

"Two."

Joel shook his head, "it shouldn't have taken you that long to answer."

"I have a grade 3 concussion, remember? Blurry vision is normal. I'm fine."

"But blood is not normal." Joel hissed, pointing down at the ground angrily, but you knew he wasn't angry at you, he was just scared.

"What do we do?" Ellie asked worriedly.

Joel glanced over at the girl before looking back at you noticing the way you were holding onto the tree beside you, "can you walk?"

Probably not.

"Yeah."

Like he could somehow read your mind, he stepped forward and snaked his arm around your waist, helping you walk before the three of you continued in the direction of Jackson.

It was slow going. Ellie hovered on your other side anxiously almost as if she thought that you might collapse at any moment which, yeah, okay, that was a valid fear because your head was starting to spin again and if it wasn't for Joel practically holding you up, you would not be standing right now.

"We're nearly there." He whispered, glancing down at you.

You didn't acknowledge what he said, too focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The more time that ticked by, the more heavily you leant against Joel, your legs starting to feel like jelly beneath you.

The adrenaline that had been keeping you moving in that hospital had worn off long ago, but after resting in the car you had started to feel better. But, now after walking for a few hours, you could feel yourself going downhill and fast.

The ringing in your ears started again. You winced at the shear pitch of it before black dots started to cloud your vision and the blood drained from your face.

"Uh, J-Joel? I think... I think I'm gonna-"

That was all the warning you could give him before you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness.

The first thing you noticed when you started to wake up was the pain in your head. A pain that you had gotten annoyingly used to lately.

You kept your eyes closed for a while, knowing it would only get worse when you properly woke up. Right now, balancing between consciousness, the pain was bearable, and you didn't want to make it worse.

The room was silent apart from the occasional beep-beep sound that you used to hear in hospitals back in the day that indicated you were still alive.

Jackson must have an infirmary somewhere. Tommy had offered to take you to it all those weeks ago when you got into that fight with Mark... wait, Mark. If you were back in Jackson, he would not be happy. Shit, what were you going to do?

It hurt too much to think about, so you just laid there and tried to work up the courage to open your eyes, but it felt like too much effort.

"I don't know what happened. I was supposed to take her to the Fireflies and walk away. You go halfway across the country with someone..." Joels quiet voice suddenly started to say from somewhere to your left.

Why was Joel here? And who was he talking to? Because it sure as hell wasn't you.

"She needed her immunity to mean something. Maybe I was startin' to buy into the whole cure business... maybe I just wanted to do right by her. And then we made it. We found the Fireflies. Because of her they were actually gonna make a cure. The only catch... it would kill her."

"Jesus Christ, Joel." Tommy's voice swore softly. "What did you do?"

"I saved her."

You drifted off back to unconsciousness, Joels voice slowly fading out until you could no longer hear him or the beeping machine.

It wasn't long before you were slowly coming too again. Joel was still talking quietly in the background telling his brother about what happened in the hospital with Ellie.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before you. The pain in your head wasn't getting any worse now that you were awake which was a silent relief as you glanced around and took in the pale blue and white schemed hospital bedroom.

"Goddamn." Tommy whispered, drawing your attention over to him.

He was leaning against the wall at the far end of the room, his arms folded across his chest as he stared at Joel who was sitting on the chair beside your bed.

"That's, uh, that's a lot. What does Ellie know?" Tommy asked quietly, not realising that you were awake yet.

"I told her they just ran some tests. I told her, her immunity meant nothin'."

"And she believed you?"

Joel shrugged, "didn't say otherwise."

You stared at the two of them for a moment before noticing that Joel had a guitar in his lap and was cleaning it with a small rag. Had he been holding it the whole time? Where did he even find it?

You tried to shift in your bed to get a better view, but the small movement sent a spike of pain through your head. Out of impulse, your hands travelled to your face, pressing the throbbing area on your temple before you noticed an IV drip sticking out the back of your hand.

"Whoa, hey, easy. Don't rip the IV." Joels calm voice suddenly said.

He put the guitar down and leant over, grabbing your arm and gently lowering it, those beautiful brown eyes meeting yours. He looked tired. But also relieved as he stared at you.

"What... where am I?" You asked, your voice coming out a mere whisper as you looked around, your eyes landing back on Tommy. "Jackson infirmary?"

Tommy smiled, "if her brain can figure that out, I think she will be okay."

"My brain?"

"The doctors were worried about a subdural hematoma." Joel explained, but you just stared at him blankly having no idea what that meant. "Bleeding on the brain. They were worried you might have a brain bleed."

"Oh." You replied, not really knowing what else to say because although you weren't a doctor, you knew that would be bad.

"They ran some tests, it came back clear. They said that if the blood in your vomit is a once off occurrence, then it shouldn't be anything to worry about."

Well, that was good news then.

"I should get going and give you two some privacy. I'm glad you're okay, Y/N." Tommy said sincerely as he looked over at you.

"Thanks Tommy." You gave him a small smile before he began walking out the room.

He paused in the doorway and turned to look at Joel.

"About what we were talking about earlier... I can't say I'd've done different. I'll take it to the grave, if I have to."

Joel nodded his appreciation and Tommy nodded back before he walked out the room.

"How long was I out for?" You asked.

"'bout 12 hours."

"12 hours?" You questioned, sitting up in sudden shock, but moving that quickly was a terrible idea and you winced, grabbing your head. "Fuck. Forgot about that."

"Easy. The doctors might've cleared you of brain injury, but you're still dealing with a bad concussion." Joel warned, standing up and gently guiding you back down into a laying position.

"Lucky me." You mumbled sarcastically.

Joel let out a deep sigh before he sat back down in the chair and rested his head against the wall behind him. He tilted his head towards you, but you didn't say anything for a few minutes as he stared at you like he was trying to memorise every last detail of your face.

"I thought I was gonna lose ya." He whispered, his voice coming out sadder and softer than you've ever heard it. "I was so scared."

Your heart shattered hearing the pain in his voice and you reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. Joel squeezed it back and looked away, his eyes glistening with tears.

"I nearly lost Ellie... then I nearly lost you... Jesus, I can't... I can't lose either of ya. I wouldn't survive it."

"You're not going to lose either of us, okay? And it's gonna take more than a few head knocks to get rid of me." You reassured, but Joel just shook his head.

"If Ellie ever finds out the truth... I'll lose her. I know I will." He said, glancing over at you, his brown fearful eyes swimming with tears. "She wanted to save the world... and we took that choice from her. I took that choice from her."

"There was no guarantee that the cure would work. We saved her life."

"She ain't gonna see it that way."

That was definitely true.

"Well, I'd rather have Ellie alive and hating us, than dead and liking us."

"Me too." He agreed, swiping the tears away with his free hand, the other still holding yours tightly.

Suddenly the door across the room opened and a woman holding a clipboard walked inside.

"Ah, it is good to see you awake Miss Y/L/N. How are you feeling?"

"Better." You answered, watching as she walked into the room and inspected the beeping machine to your left before writing a few notes down on the clipboard.

"That is good to hear. I just need to do a couple little tests and then if you can keep a bit of food down, I'll be happy to let you leave. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in your own bed." She explained with a kind smile.

You nodded, "that sounds great."

40 minutes and a piece of toast later, you and Joel were walking through the front door of your house that Tommy and Maria kept free for you.

Ellie was sitting at the kitchen table with her back to the door and head down while she scribbled on a notepad. Music was blasting through the headphones on her head and was completely oblivious to everything around her.

"Hello? Ellie?" Joel called out, but there was no way she'd be able to hear.

You closed the front door behind you while Joel walked over to Ellie and kicked the chair she was sitting on causing the girl to jump and yank the headphones off her head.

"Jesus." She gasped, looking over at him. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

You laughed softly from across the room causing Ellies head to snap in your direction and her eyes widened when she saw you.

"Yeah, I'm out." You smiled.

Ellie practically fell out her seat as she rushed over and wrapped you up into a tight hug causing you to chuckle. You hugged her back and looked over at Joel who was smiling softly as he watched the two of you.

"So, are you, like, gonna be okay?" Ellie asked, pulling away and looking up at you with worried eyes.

"I'm perfectly okay."

"Doc said she has to rest for next few weeks. Her headaches and symptoms will last for a while, so I need your help making sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Since when do I do anything stupid?" You responded, resting your hands on your hips as you looked over at him and Joel opened his mouth to respond but you quickly held your hand up. "Actually, no. Don't answer that."

Ellie snorted softly in amusement before Joel pulled the guitar off his back with the straps catching her attention, her eyes lighting up at the instrument.

"What's this?" She asked in surprise.

"Some folks call this here a gee-tar."

Ellie rolled her eyes, "funny."

"You wanna hear something?"

"Okay."

Joel walked over and sat down on the back of the couch, seeming a little nervous as he rested the guitar in his lap before lifting his head to look at Ellie.

"Promise me, you won't laugh."

"I won't laugh." She smirked causing Joel to raise his eyebrows before she looked at him seriously, "I won't."

"Trustin' you." He said, staring at her for a moment before he looked down at the guitar in his hands and took a deep breath before he started to play.

You watched as he gently strummed at the cords playing a beautiful soft tune, but then he opened his mouth and started to sing, and your jaw dropped.

"If I ever were to lose you I'd surely lose myself"

He was actually singing. Holy shit.

"Everything I have found here I've not found by myself Try and sometimes you'll succeed To make this man of me"

He strummed the guitar while he sung, putting his heart and soul into every word and you found yourself unable to look away.

"All my stolen missing parts I've no need for anymore 'Cause I believe And I believe 'cause I can see Our future days Days of you and me."

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you watched him. Your heart fluttering as he sung with a voice you never realised he had. You didn't think it was possible, but you found yourself more attracted to him.

"There you go."

"Well... that didn't suck." Ellie replied with a grin.

Joel chuckled softly, "I'll take what I can get."

He ran a hand over the top of the guitar before he stood up from the back of the couch and walked over to Ellie, holding the instrument out towards her.

"She's yours."

"What? No, no, no. I don't know the first thing about-"

"I promised that I'd teach you how to play." Joel reminded.

You thought back to that day on the freeway when Joel had found a broken guitar in the back of a van. Ellie smiled softly, remembering that day too as she took the guitar and rested it in her lap.

"You did." She nodded, looking down at the instrument.

"So what do you say, tomorrow night, first lesson?"

"Deal."

"Okay. C'mon, you need to get some sleep." Joel instructed, looking over at you.

"I just slept for like 12 hours in the infirmary. I've had enough sleep." You pointed out causing Joel to sigh.

"Okay then. Well, I need to get some sleep."

"Don't forget that the walls are mighty thin in this house." Ellie quickly reminded, looking between the two of you with a smirk. "So, if you guys plan on having sex or doing anything-"

"Okayyyy. I think we get the picture." You quickly said, grabbing Joels arm and leading him towards the stairs. "Goodnight, Ellie."

"Goodnight, love birds!" She shouted.

"That kid is gonna be the death of me." Joel muttered under his breath.

You snorted softly and leant into his side as you slowly walked up the stairs, "you two secretly love teasing each other. Don't try and deny it."

Joel sighed, but you could see the small smile on his face at your words before you walked into the bedroom and flicked on the light.

"She told me another joke earlier when you were still unconscious." Joel suddenly said, and you turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe with a smile already on his face as he thought about it. "It was probably the best one outta that stupid book."

"Oh, God. What was it?"

"What is the downside to eating a clock?" He asked, and you paused thinking about it for a few seconds before shrugging your shoulders. "It's time consuming."

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, "that is so dumb."

"They're all dumb." He responded, smiling softly before he pushed himself off the doorframe. "Goodnight, Y/N." He turned to walk away before you called out his name.

"Joel?"

He glanced over his shoulder, "yeah?"

"Stay."

He frowned in confusion and turned to face you while you sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at him.

"Stay with me." You said, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid that he might say no.

Joel stared at you for a moment, a million different emotions washing over his face before he eventually nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself.

Relief washed over you as you lifted up the blankets and laid down while you watched Joel walk around the bed. He kicked off his shoes before he hesitantly pulled down his jeans and removed his jacket, but as he reached for the buttons of his shirt, he paused and glanced over at you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, unsure if he was crossing an imaginary line by sleeping in just his underwear or something.

"It's perfect."

He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it onto the pile of clothes before he crawled into the bed beside you.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, both of you laying on your backs and staring up at the ceiling listening to each other breathing. It was awkward. You could feel the awkwardness, so you knew Joel could as well, but you also knew Joel probably wasn't gonna do anything about it.

Taking a risk, you rolled over and rested your head gently against his chest. His body tensed at the sudden touch, and you were about to apologise and move away, but then his body relaxed, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. The two of you fitted together like perfect puzzle pieces as you rested your hand over his bare stomach.

You ran your hand gently over his skin while he played with your hair, the two of you content just laying together in each other's arms. It was nice. It was really nice.

Suddenly, your fingers brushed over the healing stab wound on the side of his stomach and you paused because you couldn't feel the stitches there anymore.

"Ellie made me get it checked out by the doc." Joel supplied, like he knew what you were thinking. "They removed the stitches, said whoever stitched it did a good job. So, uh, thanks for that. I-I don't think I ever did thank you."

"No problem, just do me a favour and don't get stabbed again. That was terrifying." You admitted, running your finger over his chest in small circles. "Like, seriously, I don't ever want to have to do that. I thought you were going to die."

"You and me both."

You fell into comfortable silence for a few minutes, but Joel's body had turned a little tense while he was in deep thought. He was working up the courage to say something, so you remained silent and patiently waited thinking it would have something to do with him getting stabbed, but what he said next absolutely shocked you.

"This isn't easy for me. I've never... Not like this. But... I never meant to fall in love with you."

His words had you momentarily stunned, and you opened and closed your mouth a few times like a fish out of water, but you were too shocked to say anything. Were you still unconscious in the infirmary? That was highly possible because surely Joel wouldn't love you, would he?

"Look, I can leave. I'm sorry-" Joel began to say, taking your shocked silence as rejection.

"Neither did I."

Joel paused, "what?"

You lifted your head from his chest and looked down at him, those beautiful brown eyes meeting yours and you smiled.

"I never meant to fall in love with you either... but I did."

Joels face broke out into a warm smile before you leant down and captured his lips with yours. The arm around your shoulders pulled you closer until you were practically laying on top of him as he started to kiss you back.

"I love you." He whispered against your lips.

You pulled away slowly, your faces inches apart as you stared down at him taking in every freckle, every scar, every wrinkle on his face wanting to remember every detail of this moment.

"I love you, Joel Miller."

THE END

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A/N: Well, we have finally reached the end (at least for now)

I'll be honest, I could have posted this chapter a little earlier and I'm sorry for that, but posting it earlier meant that it would be over sooner and... I didn't want this story to be over. Joel Miller (and Pedro Pascal) mean the absolute world to me and I am so utterly terrified for Season 2 because well... I won't mention any spoilers from the game, but the next season will absolutely break me. I do plan on continuing this story once the 2nd season comes out but that will be years away and I don't know what life will be bring in the time before that, so I won't promise anything. Anyway, thank you everyone for your likes/kudos/reblogs and most of all, comments. I see and appreciate every single one of you and I am so glad that others have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have writing it.

Until next time, stay safe everyone and have a great day ❤️

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doobea · 8 months

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welcome to my brain rot where i write down tropes/aus that i see sae starring in *ahem* me write them?? idk we will see

sae always gives off spy/hitman vibes to me idk why but i feel like he would thrive in a spyxfamily verse like he's the best assassin that they have and this cool, calculative guy has to act super affectionate to some random kid + a wifey?? slowburn!!! fluff!!! forced proximity!!

omg a bodyguard + mafia AU but it can go either way ... but let's say that you're the daughter/son of a powerful mafia boss and rival gangs want you dead and your family hires sae (or maybe rin too to get double...) angst!!! raaahhh sexual tension !!! and pew pew

soulmate AU where you can write on your body and it shows up on the other person... the markings don't appear until he meets them irl and he goes basically his whole life without having a single marking until one day 'FUCK' is written in big bold letters during a press conference heheheh basically spends the entirety of the series trying to find who you are and wonder why someone so childish (through writing) is his soulmate

a royal AU except sae is seen to be an evil prince and your family is chosen to serve under the royal family in order to clear your debt. but you know... he's not really that evil and ... its a secret/forbidden romance ahahaha

ice skating AU !!! aaahhh he can be your new skating partner after your original partner suffers an injury and let's say in the beginning there's no chemistry between you guys bc of diff skating styles and polar opposite personalities until... ya know >:)) *accidental smooch* during practice

pirates + mermaid AU ... his crew kidnaps you and keeps you in a fish tank in his little room. he starts venting about shit one night and you start commenting and he's all like ??? didn't know mermaids could talk wtf and basically friendship -> romance forms and then he's deciding how to return you back home and whether or not to betray his client who asked for you in the first place

a harry potter style AU where shidou thinks its funny to make a love potion to make sae act all lovely doovey around you (his academic rival) and pours some of it in sae's drink. turns out sae doesn't change much around you and then it occurs to shidou that sae's been in love with you this whole time.

college + study aboard AU where sae is an exchange student and your family offers him a room to stay in for his summer program. cue romantic and sexual tension.

#doobea talks #uuh this is kinda long #am i right or am i wrong chat #kinda messy #really messy #can u guys see that i love him #like an unhealthy amt #but at least i have a list of ideas that i could write

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hiseternalmayfly · 10 months

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Sinners Before The Cross

My part of a Fic/Art trade with @whispywoodland/@amaltheasdreams. If you're interested in doing a fic/fic or fic/art trade with me send me a message!

Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Tri98) & Molly (S/I) Pairing: MollyWood Word Count: ~1.4k CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sex in Church, Praise Kink This was written for Molly and their ship with Wolfwood. Other Wolfwood self shippers please do no tag as your ship or you will get blocked. 💕 As always, feedback and comments are welcome!

"Funny, I thought you woulda burnt to a crisp if you stepped foot in here."

Molly turned their head quickly, standing up from their kneeling position in front of the altar table. Their attention turned to Wolfwood, who stood in the doorway leaning against the Punisher. He had a smirk; he always loved to be cocky with them. Good thing they could return the favor.

"Aren’t you one to talk? I wouldn’t say you’re very Godly yourself, Wolf." One hand rested on their hip, returning an equally cocky smirk towards him.

Wolfwood sauntered towards them, setting his heavy cross against the pew chairs with a relieved sigh. His shoulders relaxed as he reached an arm out, pulling their body closer to his in a side hug.

"That’s where yer mistaken, darlin’. I’m the big man’s right-hand man." His facial expression was serious, but his voice oozed with sarcasm. It was enough to get a snort and a snicker from Molly. "So tell me, what are you doin’ in a place like this?"

Molly’s eyes ogled the large golden cross hanging from the walls, surrounded by beautiful stained glass windows depicting the teachings of God. Such a shame that their past drove them to separate themselves from the teachings of the church, as the artwork and aesthetic were beautiful in their opinion. "Can’t someone just admire the beauty of a buildin’?"

"Course you can, doll face. Though, if we’re talkin’ beauty, you certainly outshine the decorations." Wolfwood’s teasing smile did not reflect the sincerity of his words. He placed a gentle kiss on their temple, giving them a soft squeeze. "I could admire you all day."

Molly’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, and the cheesy words of their lover drew another laugh from them. "I could say the same ‘bout you, you know. You had me love-struck the day I first saw you. Meryl’s been teasin’ me about it ever since."

"Well, them insurance girls can read everyone like a book. Even me. The big girl knew I was comin’ to look for ya."

"You came lookin’ for me? Shucks, aren’t you sweet?" Molly turned and planted a deep and loving kiss on his lips, which Wolfwood was happy to return. Their taste was one to savor.

The two parted after their long kiss, staring into each other's eyes with passion.

"‘Course I did. We finally got a day where we ain’t trailing blondie ‘round. I’m not gonna waste the opportunity to pamper my handsome one." Wolfwood moved in to close the distance between the two of them. Two firm hands gripped Molly’s hips, pushing them gently until their back was firm against the altar table.

"In here, Woof? Why don’t we take it back to the inn and–"

Molly’s words were interrupted by a fierce kiss; hungry lips pressed against theirs as Wolfwood’s tongue snaked out and explored their mouth. Molly could feel Wolfwood smirk as the action drew a whine from them. A soft gasp escaped as they were lifted up and set down gently onto the table, legs pushed apart so Wolfwood could get as close as possible.

His lips moved from theirs and began trailing downward, from their jaw to their neck, nibbling and teasing the skin, all to draw soft moans from Molly.

"That’s a good boy; keep makin’ those noises for me." Wolfwood purred, showering Molly with praise for how well their body responded to his advances. Another delightful snicker came out at how easily Molly melted under his touch. Calloused hands snaked up their shirt, cupping Molly’s breasts firmly. His thumbs traced circles around their nipples, slowly moving in until he thumbed over them. All the while, he continued to nibble at their neck, leaving a few marks so everyone knew Molly was firmly taken.

"Wolf–ah– Slow down there for a second." Molly’s voice was breathless, and the heat was quickly building between their legs. His touches were calculated, and he knew exactly where to touch and press to get them going. They raised their arms to help Wolfwood get rid of their shirt, discarding the fabric on the floor of the church.

Slowing down was the last thing he was going to do. His lips moved from their neck to their chest until he took their hardened bud into his mouth, sucking gently. The hand that had been teasing their breasts was quick to snake itself into their pants, fingers brushing against their wet folds.

He released their breast with a lewd pop, glancing up with a smirk. "Look at ya, already so wet. You’ve been wantin’ this too, haven’t ya?" His fingers began to circle their clit, watching as Molly rolled their head back in delight, gasping out a plea for more. "Good boy, give me more of them noises. Show God who you really belong to."

His mouth returned to their breast, giving attention to their neglected nipple. He swirled some of their slick around his finger, moving downward to slide a single digit inside of them.

"Wolf–oh god…" The air was pulled straight from their lungs as his finger curled into their sweet spot, which he wasted no time teasing with his long finger. All they could do was watch in delight, their eyes hazy with lust and need.

"I gotta taste you…"

The digit was hastily removed, fingers ripping down their pants like he was dying of hunger. "Lay back and spread your legs, darlin’."

The desperation in Wolfwood’s eyes made Molly’s own desire grow. They laid back on the table, pushing their legs apart to give him access to their dripping sex.

Wolfwood grabbed their legs, resting them on his shoulders as his tongue traced across their folds, glancing up to see the blissful expression Molly made. It was all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

His tongue swirled around their clit, lapping up the juices like it was the first drink he'd had in ages. All of it to hear the wonderful noises from Molly as they called out his name, begging for more. No one could touch them quite like he could, and they both knew that.

"You're so fuckin' wet, doll face. You taste divine…" He whispered gently, continuing his assault on their sensitive bud. "Think yer ready for me?"

"Please, Woof. I need ya." Molly pleaded desperately. The sound of Wolfwood undoing the zipper on his pants made them shudder. Their eyes gleamed with excitement when they saw his hard shaft press gently against their folds. He rubbed it back and forth, causing both of them to moan.

"Keep yer eyes on me." Both hands rested beside Molly as he entered into them, grunting as their walls squeezed around his cock. "Fuck..yer tight." His words were followed by a satisfied growl as he buried himself to the hilt.

Molly’s expression of bliss was a sight to behold. Wolfwood took a moment to thank the Lord that someone so perfect was in his life and belonged to him. "Please…move."

Wolfwood was pulled from his thoughts by their words. He placed a kiss on their cheek. "Anything for you, my good boy." His pace was slow for only a moment as self-control slowly began to drain from him.

The way Molly’s body took him so perfectly made him want to drool. "It's like you were made for me. You take me so well. That feel good, sweetheart?"

All Molly could do was nod their head in reply. Each thrust from Wolfwood had them seeing stars as his cock pressed firmly against their sweet spot.

"Keep makin' those faces, and I'm gonna fuck ya till the sun goes down." Wolfwood leaned over their body to whisper these words into their ear. He was enjoying the sound of skin against skin that filled the church. "Come for me, baby." He whispered again.

Wolfwood's hand rubbed circles around their clit to urge them towards their orgasm, his own building like a tight knot about to snap.

Molly threw her head back, arching their body off the table as their orgasm slammed them hard. Their walls spasm around Wolfwood.

"Fuck me–" He groaned in pleasure. It was enough to push him over as he buried himself inside, releasing his seed with a relieved moan.

The two of them remained there as their heavy breaths filled the space between them.

It was Molly who finally broke the silence with a giggle as they leaned up to press a loving kiss against his lips. "Round two?"

Wolfwood happily returned the kiss, stroking his fingers through their hair.

"You're on."

#Mollywood #self ship #f/o post #ok to rb #self ship community #selfship #fic trade #self ship fanfiction #self ship story #self shipping #self shipper #fictional other #self shipping community #self insert community #self insert x character

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dhajetii · 1 year

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Tlou episode 4! Raiders! Let’s gooo

Also looks like episode 5 will drop on Friday instead of Sunday. Funny that they think I’ll be too busy with the Super Bowl I guess to watch tlou. Anyways! Unless they toss in something new, this arc from the game should be crying-free? Been a while since I played the game I just remember mostly stealth killing my way through the raiders.

I think this will be the first time I skip the intro. It already feels wrong. Won’t be doing that again.

“Pew, pew,” lol Ellie it ain’t a toy.

THE JOKE BOOK!!!! <3

GASP!! THE PORN MAG!!!!!!!!! YAS THEY DID THE LINE!! “Why are the pages stuck together? Lol jk I know why”

Joel engaging with the jokes. <3 the walls are slowly coming down.

“No one is going to find us” yeah okay ominous foreshadowing.

“I’m not even tired” then immediately cuts to her sleeping. That type of comedy always gets a laugh out of me.

Oh! Henry and Sam! Things just clicked, okay okay.

Also wtf? Ground zombie shit??

<3 ellie & Joel bonding <3

Also!! Henry and Sam!! I don’t remember how their arc played out in the game tbh, but I’m pretty sure they’re cool. We like Henry and Sam.

Edit: this episode kinda felt like bracing for impact or tensing up just before a massive leap or something. Setting the stage for a massive conflict next episode. Easy to forget when I can’t binge the whole series at once and have to watch one episode a week apart, but pacing is a thing that has to exist lol.

#tlou hbo #tlou episode 4 #the last of us spoilers

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accidental-spice · 3 years

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Fun fact: ya girl @kanerallels is HILARIOUS normally, but while playing video games, she is twice as chaotic and it's super funny. Therefore, I am proud to present....

Things my sister said while playing KOTOR.

"Guys, look, it's a corpse!"

"Well, I'm already dead."

"This is what happens when you go up random LADDERS. JACINDA." (For reference, Jacinda is the name of her Revan character, and yes, she was role-playing as the whole party)

"Wha-- SHE'S DEAD!!!! YOU'VE JUST KILLED OUR PRECIOUS ANGEL DAUGHTER!!!!!!"

"Okay, fine. We'll stop running into psychopaths. Are you happy?" "No, because there is literally NO WAY you can guarantee that."

"Maybe chill, Carth." (A LOT.)

"In my defense, I have no idea where we're going. "

*gasps* "FRAG GRENADE!!!!"

"Hi, Zalbar. I'm Jacinda. I'm amazing."

"Who do I want to bring with? The useless Carth, or everyone else? Just kidding, I really want to bring Carth."

"Carth, don't distract me from For King and Country. "

"Mission. Was that not the tightest crap you've ever seen?"

"Not to use a frag grenade at close range, buuuuut...."

*in a tone of glee* "I just set our enemies on fire. "

"Time to set off another frag grenade at close range. "

"Here, have a frag grenade. Yeet!"

"What? How are you not dead? That was a kriffin' large frag grenade."

"Fine, have another frag grenade. Sharing is caring."

"I've got drugs. I've got a chance. And a frag grenade, too."

"Drugs and frag grenades will get me through this."

(Really, just a LOT of stuff about frag grenades. )

"Oh, hey guys, are you alive? The important thing to remember is, I saved the day!"

"Everyone is at vaguely okayish health. "

"Oh, I'm not listening to anyone, I'm just mocking Carth."

"I'm the bomb. One might say I'm the frag grenade. "

"CARTH STOP DOING BACKFLIPS AND HELP!!!!"

"THAT'S IT. I'm going single player mode."

*30 seconds later* "My entire party is dead."

"All right, we'll shoot you. Pew pew, pewpewpew."

"YOU LET OUR DAUGHTER DIE, CARTH. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY."

"OH MY GOSH CARTH OUR DAUGHTER'S DEAD AGAIN."

"You know what? I'm gonna throw a grenade at you. Have a sonic grenade. I don't know what it does, but it cannot be pleasant."

"I respect Zalbar more than the rest of you."

"Could you please shut up, Bastila?"

"Oh, yeah, while I'm here, I gotta go buy a permacrete detonator for..... reasons you probably don't want to know about, Bastila."

"Worst comes to worst, I'll just yeet a frag grenade at him."

*a couple minutes later * "Worst comes to worst, I'll throw a plasma grenade at her."

Okay, so, like, I'm gonna make a couple *insert fandom here* characters as things my sister said while playing KOTOR, so make some fandom suggestions, maybe?

#kotor #kotor 1 #knights of the old republic #darth revan #carth onasi #mission vao #zalbar #canderous ordo #bastila shan #carth x revan

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commonwealth-ladies-react · 2 years

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Okay so you know how sometimes raiders will talk about that person that makes all those sounds like the motorcycle and the grenades? Could you do companions react to finding out its the some survivor who’s doing it? Like theyre at a raider camp and they overhear the raiders telling one of the stories and then sosu is like “watch this” *insert gun sounds* (also could you make the reader gender neutral please •~•) thank you :)

[First I want to apologize for the delay, it took me a couple weeks to recover from my wrist injury and then I recently started a new job at a warehouse, so I’ve been absolutely knackered by the time I get home. But here I am, finally! Enjoy.]

It did take long to run into trouble after leaving Goodneighbor. Sole gestured for their companion to lay low, kneeling down by an old semi trailer before stealing across the street closer to a wooden barricade. Two Raiders patrolled the top of the crude barricade, but didn’t seem to notice Sole.

Sole moved forward and their boot accidentally kicked against a loose rock. It skidded across the cracked asphalt, making the two Raiders whip around. “Who’s there?!” One demanded, waving her gun around.

[more under the cut, this got long]

Neither Sole nor their companion said a word.

“Damn it, hearin’ shit again.” The Raider lowered her gun.

The other Raider did the same and stepped closer to their partner. “Hey, did you hear about that kid that’s been runnin’ around?”

“Gonna have to be more specific.”

“Yeah, apparently Joe down by Hardware Town saw them. They were pretending to rev up a motorcycle and throw grenades and everything. But like… There’s no motorcycle. The grenades are rocks. The kid’s just faking it all.”

“You serious? That’s…” The Raider laughed. “That’s fucked up, man.”

Sole grunted. “I wouldn’t call me a kid,” they grumbled.

Their companion gave them a quizzical look.

Sole put a finger to their lips as a sign for silence and grabbed a handle of pebbles. A beat passed before they tossed them against the barricade and began making a loud hissing noise between their teeth. They grabbed their companion’s hand and dragged them along. Just as they made it to the barricade, Sole shouted a large explosion.

As the Raiders turned, guns drawn, Sole started pointed at each of them, hand positioned like a fake pistol. “Pew! Pew pew!” They shouted, ‘shooting’ each one. “Pew! Pew—tch, tch, tch.” Their ‘gun’ jammed and they mimed having to reload. “Pew!” They ‘shot’ one Raider square in the chest.

The Raiders were so confused that Sole was able to run right past them, dragging their poor companion behind them. Once safe, they began to laugh.

Cait: She looked at Sole, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. “You coulda gotten us killed, ya idiot!” She wanted to be angry, but a part of her was more impressed than anything. “But… Damn, fine. You mean you’re the one doin’ all that?”

Sole nodded, smiling. “You bet.”

“That’s…” Cait sighed, shaking her head. “God damn it, if I’d known ye’re like this, I woulda played along a lot sooner.” She found she rather liked the idea. It was funny, and the looks on the Raiders’ faces? Fucking priceless.

Curie: “Zhat was very dangerous!” Her heart beat hard against her ribs and she was more concerned with controlling her breathing than anything else. “You are very lucky that zhe Raiders didn’t shoot at us!”

Sole rubbed the back of their neck, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry… But that’s how I got out of fighting before, and it’s worked so far!”

“And zhat is… Well, is isn’t fine, but I want you to warn me next time!” She can’t help but be worried. The Commonwealth is a dangerous enough place without running straight through certain death like that. To be sure, she’d never quite get used to it, and never encouraged it.

Piper: “You mean you’re the one those Raiders were talking about?” Of course, she already heard about the strange person that would pretend to ride motorcycles and throw grenades and shoot guns, but she never expected it was Sole. “I’ve been tracking that guy for ages!”

Sole grinned. “It was me, all me.”

She flicked out her notepad and grabbed a pen from her glove. “All right, tell me where you got the idea and how the hell you go so good at making those noises.”

It didn’t bother Piper much. She thought it was interesting more than anything, and was perfectly happy to sneak around Raider camps while Sole did their thing. It was always funny, after all.

#companions react #cait #curie #piper wright #fallout 4 #fallout 4 cait #fallout 4 curie #fallout 4 piper #thanks again for my first user react!#and for your patience!!#I appreciate it a lot!

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Pray to me

word count. 4,077

Warnings-like probably the most risky smut i’ve ever written, church sex, wild stuff (sorry)

Pray to me:

(A random little smutty one shot relating to my bad boy harry series, it’s not going to affect the story line so just imagine this is another au for my au that’s an au. I just gave myself a stroke writing that.)

Detention.

A ‘punishment’ Harry Styles was used to getting by now, he was in his third year of Catholic high school and to say he has gotten his fair share of detention slips is a gross understatement. You’d think being surrounded by crosses would help subdue his cursing yet Harry didn’t seem to inherit the same fear his classmates did by the ‘word of god’ that was crammed down his throat every day. So, it wasn’t exactly tolerated when the boy strung a slew of curses together to describe the head Priest, or when he got caught smoking spliffs in the boys bathroom when he was supposed to be in math and well, those choices led him to where he is now. Slouched in a pew whilst the head nun was giving him a proper tongue lashing and explaining to him that he was to clean the chapel from top to bottom, smooth any creased pages in the 300 bibles that were stacked in the rows of pews, get any gum off the under side of them as well and wipe down the stain glass windows. The school had called his mum to tell her he would be home very late that day knowing the job would take a solid 4 or 5 hours to complete and that’s if he rushed it. To say he was pissed was putting it lightly, yet the biggest shock was yet to come when he heard the heavy wooden doors open and slam again as another person shuffled inside.

“Miss Yln, you’re here. Mister Styles here can tell you the duties you both must complete, here are the keys lock the doors when you both are finished. We’ll expect to meet with you before mass tomorrow to get a proper apology once the work if finished. Right-o, chop chop kids.”

The grouchy wrinkle faced nun thrust the keys into an anxious Y/n’s hands while she shuffled her way towards the exit, giving a careless slam of the 20 pound doors causing both Harry and Y/n to flinch. Harry was genuinely surprised to see Y/n there with him, he’s used to seeing her at mass or in line at confessional but detention? That was a new one for her. He took his time standing from his seat, cracking his back and neck whilst he settled onto his feet, casting a curious glance at the girl who stuck out like a sore thumb in the somber hostile environment. He knew Y/n well, he considers her a friend which is rare since he’s not the friendliest of people around town. Yet he liked Y/n, she was cute as button and what teenage boy doesn’t find an innocent girl wearing a catholic school uniform appealing?

“well well well miss sunshine, what did you do to get yourself this torment?” Harry gave her the quick once over, using his typical teasing nickname for the girl just to get her cheeks to blush a bit and help lighten the mood. Y/n blew out a breath out through her plump glossed lips, subconsciously stomping her foot a bit in annoyance which Harry thought was funny, and also cute. “I accidentally said a bad word in class! James tricked me into saying it and Sister Amy heard and gave me detention.” Her pout grew further when the boy chuckled at her attitude. “How did he trick yeh into saying somethin’?” Y/n grunted a bit, very peeved and mentally hexing James for what his actions caused her, “He said hold your tongue while you say apple…” Harry at this point was letting out a belly laugh, just imagining Y/n’s face when she realized she’d said asshole and finding humor in how ditzy she could be sometimes. “You fell for that? Did you not have a childhood? I thought everyone knew that trick, hon” Y/n simply smacked his arm and tossed the keys onto the nearest surface. “Shush Harry” her little finger pointed at him, trying to be serious but he found it comical. His hands moved out to poke her sides, knowing exactly how ticklish she was feeling content as Y/n squirmed and squealed. Adorable giggles falling from her lips and making the chapel seem a bit less creepy, her tiny hands trying to push his biceps back to free herself from his tickling fingers. “Ah! Harry!-“ she was trying to speak between her laughs, the boy one year her senior smiled, dimples sinking into the flesh of his cheeks, “Dunno what you expected, love. You thought you could tell me to shush?! no one tells me to do princess.” “Okay! Okay I’m sorry! I take it back!” after what seemed like an eternity to Y/n, but was only a few ticks over a minute Harry finally let go, smiling down at her while he ruffled her hair chuckling to himself while she tried to straighten her uniform back out. “That was not a fair fight Harry, you had an unfair weight AND height advantage!” y/n stuck her tongue out at him. “Hey, you started it bossy pants. You’re lucky I didn’t throw yeh over m’ shoulder and tossed yeh around. You got off easy this time missy.”

Harry wasn’t typically so playful and relaxed, he couldn’t bring himself to be so cold around Y/n. How could he? She’s sunshine personified, the real version of the rhyme ‘sugar, spice and everything nice’. The girl was the only thing that kept him from dropping out. Y/n makes day to day bullshit tolerable for him…and well she also has given her inspiration more than once when he couldn’t sleep at night and resorted to a quick wank while mumbling of dirty phrases topped off with her name to send him off to dreamland.

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After some more shenanigans, the pair got to work on their scheduled tasks. Y/n had started in the bibles in the first 6 pews on the right side of the chapel while Harry dug through a supply closet to get a ladder out to wipe the windows. He was contemplating if he should pretend to fall and collect an insurance claim instead of actually cleaning the 12-foot art pieces but he decided against it by the time he found what he was looking for. After setting the ladder up and grabbing the giant duster Harry decided to take his first break, he knew he was just procrastinating but who cares? He decided during his break he’d get Y/n to take one with him. “Hey love, wanna take a fiver?” Y/n looked up from the 12th bible she had fixed giving him a frantic nod, her mind numb from the task she was busy doing.

“what do yeh wanna do?” she left the choice up to the older boy, watching as he bit his lip lightly in thought, shrugging and scooting in next to her. “truth or dare?” he wiggled his eyebrows tempting her and being the compliant and very bored girl, she was, Y/n agreed.

“Okay you first Harry, truth or dare?” the boy pondered for a moment before shrugging, “Truth” he didn’t miss the way she was fidgeting with her skirt all excited for the game. “Ok, have you ever uhmmmm got drunk?” her innocence laced her tone, genuine curiosity. Her voice slightly lowered as if what she was asking was naughty which of course got Harry to chuckle, “Yes, pretty much every weekend. You’ve never drank? Not even once, love?” his left eyebrow raised and she timidly shrugged “Nope, I only had wine at communion but then it’s only a sip. Never been drunk before…Okay your turn!” he hummed slightly, “Truth or dare y/n?” “uhhh dare!” at this point she was squirming in her seat from her giddiness, and Harry took full opportunity over the chance he had. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Y/n wasn’t exactly expecting that one. She thought maybe he’d dare her to say another bad word or smoke one of his cigarettes, but he wanted her to kiss him…and she was confused on why she wanted to. She didn’t want to say no, she had the urge to follow through with it. The girl noticed the butterflies in her stomach she was used to getting when around her older friend, and a blush crawled up her neck to her cheeks. Harry sat with an amused smirk, darting his tongue out to lick over his lips whilst tipping his head to the side slightly, “cat got your tongue, love? What are yeh waiting for?” a pointer finger was placed under her chin to get her to look at him, and y/n decided it was better to bite the bullet and pushed her thoughts out of the way while quickly leaning in to give him a peck.

Harry was surprised she actually did it, feeling her lips on his for a split second before she pulled away with a shy giggle yet he was having none of that. “uh uh, a real kiss” his natural dominance reared it’s head when he grabbed the girl and plopped her on his lap, holding her jaw and planting his lips on her’s yet again coaxing her to move with him. When she didn’t respond how he wanted he tugged her hair a bit, biting her bottom lip and dragging it down so her mouth was pried open, “Being a tease y/n, keep your mouth open wanna taste ya’”

y/n’s head was swimming, she’d never done anything like this but her body went weak under Harry’s rough hold and demanding voice and so she complied opening her mouth so his tongue could infiltrate. She wasn’t really skilled in the kissing department; she’d only kissed one person before and it was nothing like this. Harry didn’t mind her clumsy, clueless movements he found it even hotter that she didn’t know what she was doing and he was the one cracking away at her purity. His heart was pumping, his fingers tangled in her hair as he tugged her by it to get her to move where he wanted her, it was hot. So fucking hot.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss he observed her. Plump lips now a flushed red, swollen and slick with her lingering lip gloss and their mixed spit. She was breathing heavily, eyes staring into his darkening ones. She looked amazing. “God…pet you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuckin’ do that” his tongue darted out to lick over his own lips frowning when he got a heavy taste of sticky lip-gloss , “gotta get this off yeh, it’s too sticky” his sleeve was pulled down to cover his palm whilst he rubbed the remaining product off her delicious lips before shuffling it back up to bunch at his elbows. “There, look a little dazed petal. Yeh alright?” Y/n nodded quickly at the question, smiling a little bit before kissing his nose and each of his cheeks then going back to his lips mimicking how he’d kissed her prior. The boy could hardly contain himself, taking over the kiss and pulling her hands off his face holding both her wrists in one of his hands yanking them above her head so she was completely bound. “No no no, little love. I make the rules hon, you don’t. I didn’t say to kiss me again did i? I didn’t say you could touch me, hmm? Being a bit naughty aren’t yeh baby?”

To say she was overwhelmed and a tad confused was accurate, she had really no experience in any sort of sexual situations all she knew is she was going to listen to Harry. His gaze was enough to melt her into submission. “Words Y/n, did I tell you to do those things?” his grip on her wrist tightened a bit, “No….no you didn’t tell me to…” his eyes were staring into hers a subtle hum exiting his throat. “Good girl, now tell me your sorry.” “I’m sorry, Harry” an adorable pout decorated her lips, Harry was loving this.

He let go of her hands, both of them falling into her lap where she folded them, making sure to follow the new rule of not touching without permission, waiting for what was going to happen next. Only a moment later did Y/n feel Harry’s right thumb pressing into her bottom lip, eyes jumping to meet his, “open” she complied, letting him slip his thumb past her lips to rest on her tongue, “Close, now suck.”

Her confused gaze met his stern one while she started suckling on his digit. She didn’t really understand why he wanted her to suck his thumb, regardless she did it.

It was taking everything in Harry to not bend the girl over and shove himself inside her, god he fucking wanted to but he had something else in mind. Something more sinful than two teenagers having premarital sex in a chapel, no he wanted to give the biggest ‘fuck you’ he could to the school, and the ‘god’ he was forced to submit to. He knew if all the preaching’s were true, this idea was his first-class ticket straight to the devil’s doorstep.

“Listen princess, you’re going to do what I say, okay?” Y/n gave a quick nod of her head, Harry scooting her off his lap and removing his thumb from her mouth as he guided her up the steps to of the pulpit where the priest usually gave his sermons, a holy pedestal of sorts but today it would get a new use.

“on your knees.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. Harry stood in the center of the pulpit, the religious art work surrounding them did little to stop his ‘sinful’ desires. Desires of the flesh were the only thing on his mind.

Y/n was on her knees before him, looking up at her friend who had a smug sultry look on his beautiful face. His hands fumbled with his belt whilst he looked down at her.

“you’re going to pray to me now, angel.”

Y/n couldn’t believe she was really in this situation, kneeling under the podium in the pulpit where she hears sermons 5 days a week for 3 hours with Harry pulling his cock out. when he finally managed to get himself free a loud groan echoed in the sanctuary, one that made Y/n feel a tingle between her legs and salivate slightly. A strange new sensation she couldn’t describe, but she knew she liked it.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

Y/n had never seen Harry’s eye’s look so dark, his tone so demanding and his breathing so heavy. His cock loomed over her face, bobbing slightly with every beat of his heart whilst something clear and sticky was leaking from the tiny slit in the top of it webbing onto the underside of his tip. She was nervous, but she did as she was told opening her sweet little mouth so the older boy could guide the crown of his cock into the warm cavern of her virgin mouth. The sensation was the closest thing to heavenly Harry had ever felt in this room, her mouth was warm and wet. Tongue slightly textured and slick with the nice, thick spit that comes from the back corners of your mouth. It’s better than any lube you can buy truly. He instructed her to suck his flesh, hollowing her cheeks and massaging his prick with the flesh of her mouth for the very first time in her life.

“Holy fucking shit, doll…you sure this is yeh first time? Good little cock sucker aren’t yeh? On your pretty knees, praying to me now huh?” Harry could see his cock pushing into the side of her cheek as she nodded, her mouth stuffed full of his leaking member, and because Harry was Harry and liked to really make a statement he decided if he was going to hell for this, he might as well make it worth it.

His fingers plucked one of the small wooden crosses off of the staircase on the pulpit, it was a decoration dedicated to Christ yet he had other plans for it.

The boy took a step back from Y/n, moaning slightly at the sight of her following after his cock when it started slipping from her lips. She wanted it, she liked it and god he fucking did too but he couldn’t wait any longer to execute the idea that just tumbled into his mind. Harry snapped his fingers in front of the drooly lipped girl, getting her attention on his eyes instead of the cock she wanted so desperately back in her mouth. “Up, don’t be greedy yeh can finish me off when I’m done with yeh..” Harry lifted the girl by her underarms up onto the flat part of the pedestal, where a bible was sat opened to a scripture that was suddenly smothered by the doe eyed girls round plump ass. Harry wishes he could dig his teeth into it but that’s for another time.

Y/n didn’t resist at all when he tipped her back a bit, hiking her skirt up and spreading her legs. The only reaction she gave at first was a quick gasp when he ripped her school tights right at the crotch her white cotton panties now in his view. “cute” was mumbled under his breath as he toyed with the tiny pink bow stitched into the waistband of her panties, but soon they were gone as well pushed fully to the side to expose her cunt, a small smattering of light curls at the apex of her thighs. They looked soft, light and quite cute. He could tell they’d never been shaven off before by how soft they were, wasn’t a very course or thick section of hair. That was likely to come later in her life, but for now her cunt was the only thing he was willing to worship in the holy home of Christ.

“Fuckin’ beautiful…got a real nice little pussy, angel.” Y/n was past the point of being shy now, she was spread eagle perched on top of a open bible with her cunt on full display in front of her half naked friend. Modesty flew out the door a while ago. And so, she responded in a little whine and shimmy of her hips, feeling the cold air lapping at her hot center and cooling the slick that had collected between her folds that she didn’t even notice till now.

The boy thought he might have been in the midst of one of his wet dreams, the stereotypical catholic school girl splayed out in a chapel with his hungry eyes staring at her virgin cunt. He was trying his hardest to take a mental picture so he can relive this the next time he has a wank, but in this moment his plan was coming to fruition.

Harry held up the small wooden cross, holding it between his thumb and pointer finger. The piece of religious art was about as wide around as a taper candle and maybe a good 4 inches from the base to where it met the divider of the cross. Much smaller than his cock, but a good size to fuck his classmate with.

“Open.” His voice doomed after the stretch of silence, Y/n letting her lips fall open again gurgling a bit as the wooden cross was thrust into her mouth. Harry was purposefully being rough, pushing her gag reflex intentionally, “Gag on it, get it nice and wet. Do as I say y/n, m’ getting’ yeh throat to slick it up. Could shove it in yeh dry be glad I’m lubing it up pet.” With a few more jabs at her uvula the boy was content with the amount of thick spit that dripped down the object.

Y/n couldn’t help but squirm and mewl, feeling Harry split her labia. An audible clicking sound fell on their ears from the wetness adhering the folds of skin together, the sound gave a boost to his already prominent smirk. Once her engorged clit came into view Harry made a point to give it a few strong strokes with his thumb before pressing the end of the cross into the girl’s virgin opening. The sight was nothing short of filthy, completely sinful. He wouldn’t be surprised if the floor caved in and they fell straight to hell as he finally managed to press through her thin hymen gaining entry to the untouched inners of the girl.

The stinging caused Y/n to hiss slightly, her legs quivering as he finally made it inside her. A small streak of her purity stood out against the white wood. Harry couldn’t help but snicker to himself, he thought of Virgin Mary in this moment. Ironic right? The first thought into his mind when seeing Y/n’s virginal blood striping a cross was how this was a strange twist on the story of the savior’s mother.

His movements sped up considerably after the flimsy membrane of resistance was punctured. The cross now being plunged in and out of the girl’s sacred spot in quick succession while she gripped the railing behind her in an effort not to tumble off the stand.

“Would yeh look at that, might be the first girl in this school to get fucked with a cross, baby. Always knew you were special huh?” Harry migrated his hand down to thumb at her clit, the foreign sensation of something inside of her and a massaging of her pleasure organ had the girl pigeon toed and panting. Harry swears he’s never seen anything hotter than what he was doing in this moment. His arm was getting tired but he didn’t dare fucking stop. No, he decided he was going to violate the artwork until Y/n had her first orgasm clamping onto the now not so holy figurine.

Y/n could barely form a thought, pleasure wracking through her body and a strange sensation building inside of her. Harry mumbling filth to her was the icing on the cake, her body tipping over the edge. Her body went stiff before breaking out into shakes, vocal cords strained from the moans and yelps escaping her throat. Her first ever orgasm was the most intense feeling she had ever felt, and Harry almost came just watching her suddenly remembering his abandoned cock.

Y/n was scrambling to regain control over her body, pushing Harry’s wrists away with a slick popping noise following as the cross was removed from her body. Harry leaned down to kiss the panting girl, dribbling spit into her open mouth while she gasped for air. “good girl, you’re such a good girl.” His ring clad fingers pet her cheek lightly, the other hand sitting her up and tugging her forward giving her a shove to get her back onto her knees.

“Now, time to finish your prayer, love” His hand pushed his cock back into the cavern of her mouth, she suckled hard on him. Tongue lapping at the underside of his cock, suction hard on the crown of him. The way she gave harsh spongy movements of her tongue and cheeks had his knees weak having to hold himself up on the podium. “Shit, Christ pet I’m gonna cum”.

Harry felt his climax rapidly approaching, taking both of his hands and putting them on the back of her head forcing the entirety of his cock down the girls sore throat. The muscles already tired from all the noise she made with it, but she only dug her fingers into his thighs as he spilled down her tight throat.

Harsh breathing along with Harry’s pleasured chuckle were the only noises filling the room as the pair removed themselves from each other. Harry getting his control back, putting his cock away before pulling Y/n to her feet giving her a few smacking kisses as he helped straighten her out tossing her ruined tights into the trashcan.

“Think we took more than a fiver babe, guess we gotta finish now huh?”

His smirk was wide while he put the cross right back in it’s place, cum still dripping off of it.

#harry styles angst #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles concept #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles series

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nightwishesworld · 3 years

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Hello! I love your writing and if you do take request, might I ask for a family night (including Heisenberg) playing Monopoly please? (OC is already in a loving relationship with Alcina and the girls love her)

Oh boy anon, this was by far the most difficult thing I’ve ever written. It’s not my best cause I know zero about the game so I had to try and work around it. Hope you enjoy anyway!

It's that time of the week again in the Dimitrescu castle. The most sacred and anticipated time of the week; not hunting, not harvesting, not even wine tasting... it's game night.

As soon as the sun sets the girls swarm in the drawing room to ready the space for the night's antics. Daniela digs out the game while Sorine opens all the curtains, letting the warm light of the moon shine through, and Victoria lights the fire and torches. It became a ritual not long after you moved into the castle. The girls often confided in you how they wished to spend more quality time with their mother on more than one occasion. Hunting maidens and harvesting their blood was fun, but they've been doing that forever! It was no longer as thrilling as it once was, not it felt more like a chore that needed to be done. And you can't count how many times Alcina admitted to feeling guilty about not giving her daughters more of her time. So when you pitched the idea of a routine game night, you got very little pushback.

The only one who hesitated was Daniela, and only because she insisted on inviting Uncle Heisenberg, which was totally fine. You get along rather well with the werewolf and enjoy his visits. Getting in touch with him was rather difficult though. Most of his visits were spontaneous reasons to see his favorite nieces, while the other few were strictly business-related held by Alcina. It took her some time to locate her brother, but it also gave you some time to make your way back down to your old home in the village to gather your collection of board games and puzzles. Some were missing a few pieces or cards, but they would have to do for now. Worst case scenario you just buy new ones.

When Alcina finally got ahold of Heisenberg he eagerly accepted and promised to start making his way back to the castle; the girls were thrilled. After all, it wouldn't be proper family bonding time without good ol' Uncle Heis.

In the beginning, it was decided that everyone took turns deciding what game they were going to play. The cycle started with you of course, since the whole thing was your idea, then went from oldest to youngest. Everyone had a blast playing against each other and laughing at one another. You can't remember a time you'd seen Alcina laugh so hard, she was almost brought to tears. Everything was just peachy until Victoria, ever the mischief-maker decided you should play Monopoly. The poor Dimitrescu's had no idea what brand of hellish gameplay awaited them. Only an hour and a half in and Daniela had successfully bankrupt her own mother. The proud look plastered on the girl's face would have been more amusing if it weren't for Alcina losing her temper. That was the one time you couldn't wait for the night to end, and hopefully, never play it again.

Much later that night in bed with Alcina curled up on your chest you woke with a chill running down your spine. It's Daniela's turn to pick the game.

Which is how you ended up lounging on your favorite chair by the fire watching Daniela and Heisenberg setting up the board and organizing the money. Again.

Alcina is sat on the floor next to you leaning comfortably against your chair sipping her third glass of wine. "Why are we doing this again?"

You give her a sympathetic smile. "You know why, dearest, it's game night."

She only rolls her eyes at you. "You know what I mean, draga mea. Why monopoly?"

"It was Dani's turn to chose the game. It'll be fun, don't worry Al."

"Yeah Mother," Victoria giggles. "What's wrong with monopoly?"

"You mean other than how overly competitive and childish you all become?"

You were about to open your mouth when Heisenberg started to laugh. "You say 'you all' as if you aren't just as bad."

Alcina chose to ignore him in favor of her wine.

"Ah! Mother's just upset cause she knows I'm gonna make her go bankrupt again," Daniela smiled as her sisters snickered. "I forget, what did you say you were going to do to me, Mother?"

This caused the chorus of giggles to erupt into laughter. "She said she was going to disown you!" Sorine choked out.

"Forging an alliance against your mother is just plain rude! And you-" she points to Heisenberg, "you stole my companion!"

Laughter erupted in the drawing room. You leaned against Alcina's arm as you lost the ability to breathe. "I did not steal them," Heisenberg handed you both your starting $1500. "I was in a financial bind and y/n was willing to make a deal."

"And just like that our alliance was born." You lean forward and fist-bumped the werewolf. "Let's let Al join us tonight, Heis, now we'll be even against the girls."

He ponders for a moment before noticing his sister's golden eyes burning into him and hastily shakes her hand. "Welcome to the team, sis."

Alcina sighed and accepted his hand in a near bone-crushing grip. You tried not to notice the man wincing. "About damn time."

You shot Alcina finger guns with a wink and "pew pew" and she full-heartedly laughs. "What on Hell's earth was that?"

"A dumb human thing, don't worry about it."

"Horray!" Daniela grinned. "Now Mother has a fighting chance."

"Now girls," you chided. "Let's try to keep this friendly tonight, ok? As funny as it was, and it was," Alcina glares at you from behind her wine glass. "We're going to let it go now. No more ganging up on your mother."

The girls gave an innocent smile, "of course y/n."

"Wouldn't dream of it, y/n."

"Cross my heart hope to die!"

Wait, aren't they already dead? You shook your head. Doesn't matter.

"Are we using the same pieces as last time?"

"Might as well," you saw before Daniela can get a word out. "We were all happy with our tokens last time, yes?"

Daniela huffed and crossed her arms. "I want to be the dog!"

"Aw come on, Dani," Sorine says. "I think it's only fair Uncle Heis gets to be the dog."

"Since, ya know, he is a dog," Victoria smirks.

To say the atmosphere of the room was intense would be an understatement. But, you couldn't be entirely unhappy with the course of events either since your alliance was winning. Victoria is bankrupt and Daniela has been sitting in jail for the past three turns. Alcina refuses to sell her Get out of Jail Free card. Oh, how the tables have turned. Daniela, much like her dearest mother, is far too stubborn for her own good. She refuses to pay Heisenberg the $50 to get out of jail and Alcina simply refuses to bail her out. Petty revenge, but entertaining nonetheless. It's after midnight now and you're finding it difficult not to doze off against the vampire's arm. Heisenberg is awake pacing around the room as he lost interest in the stalemate already. He was nice enough to take his heavy boots off so he wouldn't disturb Sorine and Victoria's slumber. His repetitive pace was starting to lull you to sleep. You allow yourself to close your eyes for a minute, listening to Alcina's breathing and Heisenberg's hushed stomping circling around you.

The fire was reduced to crackling embers and you were left shivering under Heisenberg's coat. Out of desperation, you kiss the top of Alcina's gloved hand. "Nu putem termina în dimineața? Hai să mergem la culcare." You know she loves it when you talk in Romanian to her. Hopefully, it will give you the advantage you need to end this ridiculousness.

"I've got her cornered, y/n. A little while longer and she'll crack."

Daniela only squinted her eyes and hissed.

You were about to give up and let yourself fall asleep on Alcina when Heisenberg came stomping over, pure anger painted on his face, and kicked the coffee table over. Sorine and Victoria were startled awake by the crashing sound and snowfall of cards. It was honestly the most magical thing that happened all night. He shouted something along the lines of "Go to bed!" but you couldn't make it out over Daniela and Alcina's screams. They pay you little mind as they chase Heisenberg out of the room and down the corridor, the sounds of vases and antique decor crashing following them as they go.

Sorine stands over you looking at you through bleary eyes, extending her hand to help you up. "Bed?"

A lion's yawn overcomes you and you smile. "Bed."

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #tall vampire lady #lady dimitrescu #monopoly broke me

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xpao-bearx · 3 years

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《Original post here》

Part 2 HERE

SUMMARY: [Supernatural TWD AU] In which Negan is a kinky incubus, Rick Grimes is your secret guardian angel, and Daryl Dixon is a gruff monster/demon hunter. Three drastically different men who can only agree on one thing: making you theirs.

PAIRINGS: Reader x Negan, Reader x Rick Grimes, Reader x Daryl Dixon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please be prepared and do NOT report.

NOTE: This is actually my first time ever writing an xReader story series as well as writing on Tumblr (I usually only write on Wattpad). As such, it probs won't be perfect though I would SERIOUSLY appreciate your *respectful* feedback and support!

I understand writing xReader content can get a lil tricky, so please just keep in mind that not everything Y/N says or does would be something that you'd do IRL or even approve of. Also, sometimes I may not help but put a teeny bit of myself in Y/N...

Lastly, I recently got back into the TWD fandom after a looong ass time and I'm taking a while re-watching the whole show. So I apologize in advance if my portrayal of any of the characters are rusty or I may not remember too much of the events from the show, but I promise to do my very best and hope y'all enjoy~!! \(^o^)/

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @blccdyknuckles and @negans-attagirl 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 1

The sounds of laughter and easygoing chatter filled your ears as you walked closer to the church, a light breeze blowing through your F/C floral dress and the sun blinding your eyes. It was Sunday, most residents of the small town of Alexandria having gathered for mass.

It was a day like any other; peaceful and happy, children giggling and chasing each other around as their parents socialized outside before church could start.

Your heels clacking rhythmically on the pavement, you were just about to enter the building before a familiar voice called out.

"Y/N!"

Spinning, a huge smile instantly reached your ears as you saw none other than Carl Grimes waving enthusiastically at you as he jumped out of a car. From the driver's seat, his father soon followed as he stepped out.

Rick Grimes--dedicated sheriff of this fine town. His usual uniform forgone, instead replaced with a casual navy coloured suit. His baby blues met your E/C, flashing you a bright smile of his own that rivalled the sun itself.

Carl was running towards you now, and once in front he gave you a big hug.

"Settle down, cowboy! It's as if you haven't seen me in forever." You chuckled, ruffling Carl's hair affectionately.

"That's 'cause it did feel like forever." Carl pouted, eventually letting go as he looked up at you.

Before you can reply, Rick patted Carl's head and greeted you. "Hey, Y/N. How are things?" He asked in that endearing Southern accent of his.

"Just fine." You nodded, grinning before you couldn't help but let your gaze wander around a bit. "No Judith?"

It was then that Rick's smile faltered, but just barely. You nearly didn't catch it. "No. She's with her mom."

Rick was divorced from his ex-wife, Lori, after he discovered her cheating on him with his also now ex-bestfriend Shane Walsh. After the divorce, Shane and Lori quickly moved to the neighbouring community of Woodbury together and agreed on joint custody of the kids.

It really made your blood boil; you've interacted with Lori only a few times before so you didn't really have much of an opinion on her...that is, until, you learned what had happened between her and Rick. You knew it wasn't any of your business, but you cared about Rick a lot and he sure as hell didn't deserve to get cheated on.

"Oh." Was all you could say, quite stupidly. Your cheeks reddened, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "Will I see her in the daycare tomorrow, though?" You were a daycare teacher and even though you loved all of the kids, Judith was your favourite. She was simply such a sweetheart.

Rick nodded, his smile softening. "You got it."

You couldn't continue the conversation as the bells rang, making you jump out of your skin. Carl, noticing this, laughed which made you playfully roll your eyes before slinging an arm around him as all of you went inside.

♡♡♡

You took your place near the back of the church with Carl and Rick. Once everyone was settled and done singing, the service began and Father Gabriel stood on top of the podium. A few minutes into his sermon, the interruption of a motorcycle revving loudly outside sliced through the air. Gabriel flinched in surprise, and it was obvious he was desperately trying to keep his cool. Finally, when it was silent again, you found yourself biting back a smile knowing all too well who had caused the ruckus.

It seems Rick knew, too, judging from how his jaw clenched and his hands turned into tight fists.

The doors were thrown open, making Gabriel flinch once more and some of the congregation turning in the pews to look. But poor Gabriel quickly fumbled with his Bible, raising his voice just a tad to regain their attention.

There was a low whistle accompanying the approaching footsteps, but the congregation did their damn hardest to ignore the latest visitor.

"Damn... I assumed the church would be a lot more welcoming than this." A husky voice whispered, and you at last couldn't hold back as a smile broke through.

"Negan." You whispered back, turning slightly in your seat to see he has taken the spot behind you. His leather clad arms lackadaisically resting on your chair, the musky scent of his cologne invading your senses oh so wonderfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

"What? Is it really that surprising, darlin'?" He grinned, presenting a row of perfectly straight white teeth. "I go to church."

"Not all the time." You pointed out.

"Ah..." He chuckled softly, hazel eyes twinkling. "That's 'cause Father Creepy McGee over there is just that. Creepy. As. Shit."

You bit the inside of your cheeks, suppressing your laughter. True, Gabriel did have his moments, but he wasn't that bad. That didn't change the fact that Negan knew exactly how to tickle your funny bone, though.

He was new to Alexandria. It was a lovely town, but since it was relatively small not a lot of people want to move here not unless it was families looking for their children to grow up in a safe environment. Which was why it was quite a shock to find out that a single man like Negan chose this destination, and even more so when he took everyone aback with his infamous pottymouth and rather inappropriate charisma.

He had moved just a couple of houses down from yours, and you made it your mission to befriend him. Right from the get-go, he had piqued your interest and curiousity. He was different from everyone else--even possessing an air of mystery about him--and that definitely intrigued you. And also, perhaps you were just too nice and didn't want him to feel outcasted. Although, that didn't seem like an issue to him at all.

"Want one?" You were brought back to reality when you saw Negan's hand outstretched with a pack of cigarettes.

"Dude, we're in church." You reprimanded, frowning.

Negan didn't say anything, only cocking a brow and still with that same shit-eating grin. You sighed, finally giving in as you swiftly grabbed one and stashed it away in your purse for later.

"Y/N." You turned to the left, Rick's icy gaze piercing you. "Pay attention."

"R-Right. Sorry..." You mumbled sheepishly.

Carl, who was sitting in the middle of you and Rick, had dozed off. Rick nudged him, but the brunette only groaned softly and snuggled into Rick's chest. Defeated, the sheriff sighed and was just about to listen again to Gabriel before Negan cut in.

"Rick!" Negan purposely raised his voice, knowing it would get a rise out of the other man. "Didn't even see ya there. Howdy, cowboy!"

Rick grimaced, and it looked like he was just going to ignore Negan though he knew that if he did that then Negan would just irritate him even further. "Good to see you, Negan." He forced himself to say.

"Only you can say that while giving me such a deadly side eye, Grimes." Negan snickered. "How have you been? How's the wife?"

Rick flushed, his fists in a tight ball again and it looked like his nails would be digging into his skin. You abruptly swung into action, placing a hand on Rick's own.

"Rick..." You said gently. "It's okay. Calm down."

Rick did, his shoulders drooping as if a heavy weight had been lifted. He can barely pay any attention to Gabriel now, then you suddenly stood up and grabbed Negan's arm.

"We need to talk. Now."

"What, we going for a quickie?" Negan smirked, but that soon faded when he saw your serious expression. He sighed dramatically, reaching his full height as he towered over you before following you out.

At this point, you didn't care if people saw what transpired or would even start gossiping. No one, not even Negan, was allowed to harass Rick. He has helped you through so much shit--more than you'd like to admit--and you at least owed him this much.

Once outside, next to where Negan parked his motorcycle, you exploded. "What the fuck is with you?! You leave Rick alone, or I swear to fucking Christ I will--"

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses, missy!" Negan guffawed, his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, I like 'em feisty, but goddamn! Watch your fucking language."

"Tch. You're one to talk."

"Did you just scoff at me?" He raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets as he slowly drew closer to you. A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, tilting his head slightly. "No one's ever fucking scoffed at me and didn't regret it soon after."

You frowned, letting out a huff as you met his gaze challengingly. "As if you'd do anything to me."

He was silent for several moments before chuckling, leaning back against his motorcycle. "You're right. I have too much of a soft spot for ya." He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a drag. He drew his head upwards, puffing out the smoke. "Whaddya say we just forgive and forget? I truly am sorry. You can even tell Rick that I am metaphorically down on my goddamn knees begging for forgiveness~"

"I'm not forgiving or forgetting anything until you actually face Rick and apologize yourself." You muttered. And without another word, you spun on your heel and strutted back inside the church with your head held high.

Negan's intent stare lingered where your ass had just been, taking another long drag and letting out a small laugh to himself.

His eyes suddenly glowed a crimson red, a smirk playing on his lips.

Oh, he really did pick a GREAT one.

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten) - Ch. 1

Little heads up: This one is a weird thing. It’s a rewritten version of the original Pine’s Football Jocks, but it contains spoilers for the college series, so it should still be read after reading the other ones (Original included) first, like a sequel.

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Past Pine’s POV

"I'm awake!" Mike stated, as I started kicking the sleeping bag he was sleeping in. The bad part of the big guy sleeping on the floor was that he occupied a good chunk of the room.

If he didn't move soon, I'd have to do acrobatics in order to leave.

"I'm happy for you, but I need you to get up rather than just wake up. We'll be late!" I replied, as he stretched his arms. I took advantage of the little space he left for me as he did so and started walking around him.

"Gotta admit, bro," My best friend started getting up. I had to look away, reminding myself that he was shirtless and wearing shorts.

I don't lust after him, he's like a big brother to me (A second one, I have one of those already) but Mr. Morning wood couldn't help himself if I looked at a buffed guy. Last thing I needed was Mike mocking me for being hard in front of him.

"That was one hell of a videogame!"

Yeah, he convinced me to have a 'videogame night' due to this new one coming out for his Switch. I shouldn't have agreed, due to having school today and now we were going to be late. Fuck, I hated being late!

"All right, it was fun, but now you got to get dressed and we're lucky if we have time to get some breakfast-"

"Chill out" At least he was putting on a shirt now. He reached out for his school bag and grabbed some jeans. "It's okay, the principal likes your high grades and the coach likes... he doesn't like anybody, but I'm sure he'd be able to save me if we get into trouble."

'Save *me*. Well put there, big guy.' I thought, as I changed my pajama tee for a more appropriate one. Blank blue shirt with no logos, perfect.

"Whatever, I don't want to risk it." I mumbled my answer, but I noticed he didn't like it.

"D'aww, Am I hearing wrong here?" Oh, no. I looked at him, as he held his hands towards me with his fingers moving. "Sounds like someone needs some... fun"

I grabbed my own school bag and used it as a shield. "Stay away, first warning"

"One..." Mike took a step towards me, a naughty smile on his face.

"Mike, I'm serious we got to hurry!" I tried to remind him, but he's just very chilled about it.

"...Two..." He was a few inches away from me now. I took a deep breath, ready for what was coming. "...Three!"

The big guy jumped towards me and started tickling my belly and ribs. I tried to take him off from me but it was useless, a second or so later I was laughing like a maniac.

Even if I tried to push him away, the size difference played against me. It was like a cat and mouse game where he would always win!

"HAHAHAHAH... STOP MIKE HAHAHAHA. CAN'T BREATHE!" I pleaded, and he let go of me after that. He stood up, then blew some air on his fingers.

"Never fails, bro."

"I hate you"

"Careful there, or I'll give the baby another set of my *electric fingers*. Pew pew pew!" He finger gunned at me, before going back towards the sleeping bag on the floor and grabbing his own bag. He started picking up his stuff after that. His Switch, shorts, etc.

"Come on, there's no time to get ready if we want to be on time." I said, firmly.

Mikey stood at attention and gave a military salute, along with a "Yes, sir! Heh, Brent would be so pissed if he saw me doing that."

"Why's that?" I didn't care much about his teammates. The big guy brought them up sometimes to mock them off.

"His dad's buggin' him to join the ROTC if I recall correctly. Any mention of the military service gets him really pissed really fast. Guess what's the new coach's strategy to get him to play aggressively?"

I rolled my eyes, and motioned for him to follow me out.

"Oh, wait!" I returned quickly and grabbed his varsity jacket from my closet. He put it there to avoid carrying it all day. "Here's your outdated varsity jacket."

"Hey, not outdated. You wouldn't believe how many chicks find this thing the hottest thing in the world." He defended his precious jacket.

Red on the torso and white-ish yellow on the arms, letters and numbers. The thing had a big 'W' on the right pectoral. On the back, "Mike" was written on the lower part, beneath his football jersey's number.

He wasn't lying, those things were really hot, especially when the jocks are part of a very strict healthy regimen to maintain a nice body. Not very inclusive nor good for a teenager's mind, but our coach isn't known for playing by the rules when it comes to training.

Hell, I'd even be surprised if those guys manage to think of something else rather than 'football football football' by the end of the year.

Before Mike tried to convince me to stay chilled and have breakfast, I was already heading for the front door as soon as we walked downstairs.

"Wait, I want a sandwich, bro-" Mike said, grabbing my shoulder and pointing towards the kitchen.

"We're going to be late and I'm going to be pissed all day. Just... be quick about it."

"You're the best." The big guy gave me a nice thumbs up before turning around and walking towards the kitchen. I checked my phone's clock as he did so. Still a bit of time, c'mon... "Hey, Ms. Carter!" Well, shit. Now he was going to socialize with my mom.

Mom liked Mike, everyone did. He's like this guy that's so likeable you can't escape from being friends with him. I guess I'm just lucky to be his childhood's best friend, I can't tell why he's excited by the idea of hanging out with me to this day to be honest, but I'm not complaining. He's a nice guy!

Five minutes later, (Which we could have used to get to school in time) the big guy came to me with two sandwiches. "Never gonna get tired of coming over, your mom is so great, bro."

He passed me one sandwich, which I gladly accepted, before saying a loud "Bye!" and leaving the house, jock behind me.

That was our chemistry to my eyes. He was a nice fun friend and I was the guy who tried to push us towards our responsibilities.

I examined my sandwich and noticed it had mayonnaise, which I disliked. "Oh fuck," Mikey said, looking at what I was doing. "That one's mine, here." Then we exchanged our sandwiches.

The walk towards school was nice. Winston (Our hometown) was a relaxing place. It changed a lot depending on the season, yeah, but even then, it was still the same boring town.

It's not like something interesting happened here, don't get me wrong. Our goals are the same, for every guy or girl in town: Get the high school degree, apply to a good university, leave and buy a mansion.

As long as I could leave and don't feel so... exposed every time I turned around, I was okay to be honest.

What do I mean with 'Exposed'? Everyone knows everything, especially in our school. Which makes me glad no-one found out about my homosexuality. I don't know if Winston is a homophobic place and I prefer never getting to know.

And then I made a huge mistake!

"Hey, Mike?" I said to my best friend, as I noticed him focused on the road.

"Someday, I'm gonna buy a Ferrari" He mumbled, as he watched the same old lame cars passing by.

"What?" He took me off my train of thoughts with his randomness.

"Huh? Did I say that out loud? Sorry, what were ya saying?" Mike gave me a nice smile. He was my best friend, I thought there wouldn't be a problem with this. He was always so good and caring when it came to me, which really helped break the football jock stereotype that went around in our school. He was... the best. No questions asked.

"Let's... assume that someone you know has this big secret..."

"Mmhmm" He mumbled, to assure he was listening.

"And they tell you about it. What would you- Oh, and it's a biiiig game-changer secret, the kind of secret that could kill you if you know it."

"Is it something bad?" He asked, eyeing me from top to bottom. He was thinking, he always did that when thinking. That or zone out. He's not dumb (In fact, he manages to maintain a good G.P.A without much worries! Although I do help him a little...), but he has a weird way of focusing on subjects.

"Depending on your thoughts on the matter, I think."

"But like, it's a personal thing, right?" He asked, and I nodded. "A'ight, I'm all ears, bro."

I was a bit surprised. Did he know something already? I may not be the best at keeping secrets, as I thought? "What?"

"If you wanna tell me something, don't leave me on the edge of my seat. What is it?" He grabbed my shoulder and shook me a bit, jokingly.

"First, promise me you won't freak out or treat me differently. Got it?"

Mike rolled his eyes, before holding his hand high as we walked. "I, Michael Travis, promise still be Pine Carter's best friend even after he tells me whatever secret he may have." Then he patted my back. "C'moooon, the curiosity is killin' me, bro-"

"I'm gay," I blurted out. And Mike froze mid-sandwich bite. It was quite funny to see and I would have loved to take a picture of his face at that moment, but it was a serious thing so... I restrained myself.

"No joke? Like full on gay?" I appreciated he didn't even call me fag. I never heard him use the slang 'fag' actually! And he was reacting quite well so far. He stared at the floor like he just saw a penny, but after that he smiled and answered a jovial "Yup, makes sense!"

"Wait, what?"

"Thought I never noticed when you looked away every time a guy was shirtless near us? Or when you did stare at a shirtless guy, you stared for longer than anyone else would do" After that, he gave me a hug. "Glad you decided to tell me, though. You're the best bro ever."

He ruffled my hair, before we continued walking together. It was nice, a huge weight off my shoulders, knowing that I could count on my best friend for *anything*.

Hey, this wasn't as bad as I thought it would be!

And luckily, the rest of my school day went as smooth as silk. Nice classes, some lunch, and back home alone. Mike had football practice so he told me to go on without him. I’m kind of surprised he manages to be in that team, to be honest. Not because he’s bad at football (In fact, he seems to be really good at it? I don’t know much about football) but because the coach and some of his teammates are really awful.

They are like the polar opposite of goody-two-shoes Michael Travis. I mean, I don’t know them personally but… they all follow their leader like little bitches. If the big one says ‘Time to bother this one’ the rest of the team will repeat like little parrots. That’s how it goes.

Mike usually doesn’t follow them around, unless he ‘has’ to. And even then, he tries to keep himself away from the bullying and being obnoxious. He’s just too innocent!

Or, at least, I thought so!

As I walked into the school a day afterwards. I suddenly felt a few stares on me. You notice that when you’re not used to social contact. I’m not trying to sound overly dramatic, but I felt a bit naked right now. What was up with all the stares?

I kept walking forward, trying to ignore that weird feeling. If I managed to find Mike, maybe I could get him to calm me down. He was good at doing that.

I bumped into one of the jocks, who pushed me away. “Look where you’re going, faggot” My stomach sunk.

I could feel my eyes getting watery as I walked faster now. Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have done anything. It was a dumb choice to make. I had to talk to Mike now, figure out what the fuck did he do yesterday and why one of his teammates called me faggot. Maybe I was being really paranoid?

Rushing into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. “Everything’s fine. It’s just a big misunderstanding…

Garrett entered the bathroom as I washed my face, leaving my glasses next to the sink. Just what I needed now.

Garrett Basch, one of my classmates, and one of Mike's teammates.

Dark blond, built, nice jawline, only the best apparently for the king of the corridors. Better leave him space when he's walking, because those arms can give you an awful beating if he picks you as his new objective.

He stopped beside me, and looked at the big mirror in front of us. "Hey, bro" Were his words. I didn't answer, of course.

"Heard about your little problem... I mean, the whole school heard about it already." The jock opened the faucet, without looking at me, then started washing his hands. 'It's not a problem... But yet, he doesn't really look menacing...' I thought. Would have loved to shut my ass.

"But hey, you come in just in time" Wait, what? I didn't look up and just kept washing my hands anxiously. He did finish doing that and stared at me. "Always wanted a personal punching bag, and I highly dislike nerds, let alone faggots so... You're in for a good time, man"

"Wait, you can't do that-"

Garrett wasn't known for being nice though, but he placed a hand on my shoulder and started pressing. It hurted, and I whimpered a bit. I felt like I was about to cry again, which was already an embarrassing thing to do in school.

"Don't worry, not gonna hurt you. Not today, I guess. Not feeling in the mood, quite generous today actually, am I right?" He let go of my shoulder and patted it for a bit. "C'mon, stop cryin' like a little faggot bitch and go thank Mikey. He's the one who came up talking about it with the team, heh."

Fuck, I was so mad at the moment that I didn't notice he tried to put me against my best (and apparently only) friend at the time.

Garrett grabbed me by the shoulders, and my glasses from the sink. He threw them to my hands, and I was surprised I managed to catch them before they fell to the floor and probably break.

"And don't show your face around me, faggot. Actually, do. I like boxing from time to time!" The guy shouted before shoving me off the bathroom. What was up with him, anyway? I mean, I was glad he didn't beat me up on the spot but...

I had to find Mike.

Walking around the school, hoodie on like some kind of weird skater guy, I searched for my best friend, finding him next to his locker.

"Michael!" I silently called for him, as I tapped his shoulder. I was angry, not going to lie.

He turned around with a nervous smile.

"Look, I fucked up, I know. I just-" Mike started, trying to sound chilled. He knew he fucked up, that's how he started

"No, don't come at me with that 'bro' shit. How the hell does the whole place know about my sexuality surprisingly after I told you about it *yesterday?!*" Luckily, people were too into their own business to hear us discuss.

He looked around, and I could tell he was growing sadder with each word I said. Mike doesn't cope well with discussions; he prefers to avoid them at all costs. But sad for him, he couldn't avoid this one.

"I wanted to make you a favor and ask my football bros if they knew anyone... y'know, gay too..." That was enough for me. He admitted fucking up and letting anyone know about what I trusted to him.

I turned around and started walking away.

"Pine, wait." He followed me as I walked towards my locker. "Bro, please, just lemme..."

"Mike, no. You know I trusted you something really important for me, and you didn't even wait A DAY to not only tell someone, but especially the football jocks, which are knowingly the dumb and aggressive ones-"

"Y'think I'm dumb and aggressive?" He frowned at me. "I thought I was being a good friend, just trying to get you someone to date now that you were out-" But I wasn't done.

"And you're even trying to turn around the situation. You know what? Fuck you, Mike. Just simply follow that simple instruction and fuck you. Or not! Since you're so good at reverse psychology!"

After that little rant, which I was sad nobody paid attention to, I went away. I felt like Mike was too mad to answer, or sad, or whatever.

But hey, this could be fun, right?

Being out to the school can't be that bad, and maybe I was just harsh on my jock friend because I was mad...

...Right?

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Present Pine’s POV

"What happened next?" Mike asked me, as I stopped reading. "I knew this part already, but it was nice hearing your side of the story, bro. Why did you write about our sleepover, though? Or like, so far behind when you said it all started?"

I shrugged, as soon as I noticed my little pause. "Uh... don't know. Maybe to add more context? Like, to remember why you were in my house and stuff like that. The outing is not nice to remember, but it still adds more to my story, right?"

It wasn't an excuse, actually. I wanted to be detailed when I wrote this down, to remember as much as possible if I ever came to forget it.

Not possible, apparently. I remembered my senior year like it happened yesterday, but reading the already-written material was easier than being all "Uhm... and then this happened and... uh... this next..." It's awful, I'm not fond of continuous speaking.

"Well... what happened next?" Mikey said, pointing to the screen. I appreciated him not reading onwards and just listening to me like some kind of story-teller, it was cute.

"Wait, first..." I pointed to his body. Mike was still wearing his outside clothes, a red tee and some jeans. "I told you this was a bedtime story, and you're not even in your pajamas."

"I knoooow," He tried to excuse himself, before pointing to the cast on his forearm. "But this shit's itchy, and your story distracts me quite a lot from that. I swear I would break this fuckin' thing..."

I sometimes don't know if he forgets I have mind control powers or what. A simple command sent over the mind link we shared ('Ignore the itchy cast.')

Mike here got a broken bone during a 'friendly' football game. The player apologized a lot because he apparently lost his cool, but Mike kind of ignored his apologies and is just... bitter against his newfound rival.

Kind of understandable, his professional football career now hangs over a thread, and if the doctor tells him he's not able to play anymore, my big guy will be really sad.

He does have a backup plan, that's why he's studying to get a biology degree, so that's cool.

"Hey, not itchy anymore. Buuuuut, could you continue pleaseeee?" The jock held his hands together as if pleading.

I sighed, before putting some power on my words. "I want you to do as I say," I started, admiring his face as it went blank. Glazed eyes looked really good on him.

"I will do as you say..." My boyfriend repeated, and I noticed his mind going blank as he waited for more orders.

"Go get ready for bed, I'll wait for you here." I told him, patting his shoulder before he moved away from the bed to obey.

"Yes, master..." The jock mumbled as he walked away.

While he was out, I started reviewing the following entries of my senior year journal.

'Ooof, this gets really dark here... I even forgot about this bit. Yeah, no need to tell Mike about this part, he'll just feel really guilty. Let's move forward a month or so... There it goes' I thought, as I skipped a good chunk of filler-ish bits from when I was powerless and got bullied a lot. I just had to wait for the big guy, it would be mean if I started reading without him.

A few minutes afterwards, he lazily walked in the room in his underwear. Just in his underwear, full muscular body on display. I made him 'wake up' via the mind link.

Mike didn't react at all, he just suddenly seemed more alive and then jumped on the bed, next to me.

I had to catch my laptop, but after that, we were ready to continue.

"I did a little time jump, if you don't mind. I thought it would be more interesting to jump closer towards the action and stuff like that."

"Hey, you're the story-teller. You're in charge, bruh." He said, getting himself comfortable and covering his almost naked body with a blanket. “How long is this time jump anyway?”

“A month or so…” I mumbled, before going back to narrating. "Alright, so... where was I..."

“Oh, fuck. I think I’m not going to like what comes next” He mumbled, leaning a bit to read my laptop’s screen.

“Sorry, I was pretty pissed when I remembered this. I’ll try to avoid the details of you not helping me, okay?” I said, pushing him back down as he nodded like a happy baby. “Now, back to the story.”

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Past Pine's POV

I left the classroom, looking around at the corridor as I did. While heading to my locker to leave the books I just used, I got shoved into a random set of lockers, making me fall straight to the floor.

Lots of deep laughter as my tormentors walked away. I looked ahead and noticed a mini version of the incredible hulk staying away from his group and walking towards me. ‘Oh, shit. Here we go again…’ I thought, as Mike offered me his hand.

“Need some help?” He asked, before I used the lockers to help myself up. The jock in front of me sighed as he looked around.

“Nope…” I tidied my clothes and got my glasses back in place, before looking at him with an impassive look. The kind of look you give to someone you know is guilty, but can’t do a shit about it. I mean, c’mon. He even was with them and didn’t do anything to stop them! What can you save from that?! “Just a scratch. You know how it goes.”

“Very funny, bro. I can tell when you’re lying to me.” Him calling me ‘bro’ was quite annoying. It’s been a month since he outed me to his team, and a month since they started torturing me under the guidance of Coach Asshole and his bitch Garrett. The coach doesn’t care about what happens to me, and Garrett looooves that! “…Sorry about that again, by the way.”

He apologized every freaking day, each moment that the jocks went after me, he would be there afterwards to apologize again. Was this hell? Did I die and never realized that?

I gave him the fakest smile I could, followed by a “Don’t worry. They’ll come to understand later on, right?”

Mike frowned at me. I liked making him frown. Even when ‘angry’ he still looked funny. “They’re more aggressive due to the upcoming game… Y’know that’s a lot of pressure especially with that cunt of a coach… Speaking of which, I’d like to tell you something. Maybe you’d like to come home for that, though? It’s been quite a while-”

“Homework. Lots of it.” I excused myself.

“I know, that’s what you always say…” He mumbled, before rolling his eyes. I would have punched him if my arms weren’t spaghettis, but even if that were the case, I wasn’t the violent type of guy. I usually try to talk my way out of things or just… accept my fate, whatever it is.

I stared at him, not saying a single word. He stared back at me, and this just turned into a really uncomfortable staring contest between two ex-best friends who barely talked anymore. “Need something else? I need to reach my locker so…” I motioned with my hand for him to move and he just looked around nervously.

“I miss you, bro…” He started, but I wasn’t in the mood for yet another apology with my arm hurting after being shoved to a locker.

No answer from my part, and he sighed. “See you in a while, bro.” Mike mumbled, before jogging off to catch up his football bros.

I sighed, celebrating in my mind. Hey, it’s not standing up against Garrett, but he was the closest one I could stand up against, right?

By… standing there silent without doing nothing. Yeah, no clue why would they want to beat me up. Fuck, I’m really an easy target.

Just had to focus on my classes, graduate, then kiss goodbye to this town.

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Present Pine’s POV

Wait, Mike?

Mike fell asleep. How rude! Just when I was about to get into the night I got my powers…

Well, telling him the story would be pointless if he wasn’t listening. I’m glad he fell asleep though, he needs rest and I’m not going to wake him up just to continue narrating.

I closed the file, turned off the laptop and left it on my night table. After that, I laid down and hugged my jock boy. A little kiss on his cheek, then closed my eyes.

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Author’s note:

Yeeeey, I’m back! Sort of! Hoping to publish more frequently after my big writer’s block!

I was especially hesitant to publish this chapter because of this dialogue choice I made, that makes Garrett sound like a wonky mean disney-ish character. But, it’s just for one scene, so... Here’s the first chapter! Hope you guys like it!

#PinesCollegeJocks #PinesJocks #mind control #straight to gay #gay hypnosis #hypnotized #brainwash #brainwashed #brainwashing

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺

prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)

let’s start on a happy note! ahahah

so for a while, earth was calm

you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while

wedding planning!

of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts

“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”

“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”

developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)

speechless after the first test

“dad, this is...”

“the coolest thing to ever exist?”

“yes!!”

yall ready for some shit?

the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.

it all started when you got the call from your dad

“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”

“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”

“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”

taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket

knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool

“is this a museum? cool.”

bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys

“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”

charging into him for a long overdue hug

“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”

“i can...i can only imagine”

a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce

“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”

rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens

“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”

bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl

simultaneous nanosuit unveiling

“you ready for this one, pops?”

“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”

montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)

peter showing up

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”

“because i’m good company?”

“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”

pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...

until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high

“call him. now.”

“hey! how’s it going down there?”

“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”

“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”

“i lo—l—ve y—”

“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”

“we lost connection with her, sir”

trying to call peter

“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”

“i’m gonna kill them...”

walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know

taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next

meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager

and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth

“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”

“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”

“oh...”

having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived

having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug

“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”

“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap

“a lot” -nat added

bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness

you, secretly freaking out about your dad

sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long

“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”

laughing through your tears

“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”

he gave you a little hug while you calmed down

getting to business, the ass-kicking kind

as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”

your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go

the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling

“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”

well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?

you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come

“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”

“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey

“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”

covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?

some more blasting

thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it

“hi, thor!”

you landed next to him and your helmet receded

“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”

having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time

and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard

but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark

“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”

watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat

“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”

“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”

he grabbed your hand while you were dusting

“tell my dad i love him, promise?”

fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words

he was mad before anything else

all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back

“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”

the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived

they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news

tony finally making his way back to earth

and stumbling out of that ship

“where’s y/n? where is she?!”

“tony, tony, calm down”

“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”

“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”

tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death

it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him

after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...

tony made sure there was a spare room for you

he put all the things you left behind in it

there were so many photos of you in the house

and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister

“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”

morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you

“when do i get to meet her?”

“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”

after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back

cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back

“get her back, tony”

“you think so?”

“i miss her, too.”

and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back

peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little

tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion

and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much

“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott

and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him

“dad? give us some room, would you?!”

2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was

but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked

push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!

he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought

and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap

just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you

and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound

“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”

“i think you’ll be able to see him”

“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”

“i think you can”

seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms

“miss me, old man?”

and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go

“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”

“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”

getting shot at during your reunion

“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”

yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up

the last one

“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”

“missed you too!”

rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!

“you gave my dad the message, right?”

“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”

“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”

“couldn’t let me forget it”

lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?

plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up

mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!

and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets

you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay

“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”

peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him

pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed

both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before

“so i have a sister?”

morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you

and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony

you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in

morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times

the funeral was one of the worst days of your life

the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day

then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock

“who is it?”

“it’s happy”

“come in”

“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”

she really was a stark

after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life

but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad

it took everything not to explode on camera

you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family

it was all you could get...for now

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man x daughter!reader #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #iron man #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers

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notbecauseofvictories · 4 years

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Hi Sarah! My friend and I are starting a bookclub (as much as you can with two people who aren't pressed for deadlines) and I was wondering if you have any recommendations? (That is if you have time to rec anything!) We're starting off with Deathless and have Fitzgerald next in line somewhere but I def want to try to expand the genres we read and tbh from years of following you, I trust your judgement

I don’t...like giving recommendations? At least not directly, it seems like too much opportunity for getting it wrong. Everybody has their own tastes, after all, and even the best of friends don’t necessarily vibe with what you vibe with. (I’ve experienced this with multiple friends, so I know what I’m talking about.) Truly, one of the reasons that my whole “I’m going to get back into reading for pleasure!” push has been so successful is that I only bother with books that interest me, and stop reading when they fail to catch my attention.

But I’ve now read at least 60 books in 2020, which is approximately 60 more than I’ve read in the years prior, so I’m happy to share that. Below is my list of recent reads, beginning to end, along with a very short review---I keep this list in the notes app on my phone, so they have to be. Where I’ve talked about a book in a post, I’ve tried to link to it.

Peruse, and if something catches your interest I hope you enjoy!

2020 Reading List

Crazy Rich Asians series, Kevin Kwan (here)

Blackwater, Michael McDowell (here; pulpy horror and southern gothic in one novel; come for the monster but stay for the family drama.)

Fire and Hemlock, Diane Wynne Jones (here; weird and thoughtful, in ways I’m still thinking about)

The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (here; loved it! I can see why people glommed onto it)

Swamplandia!, Karen Russell (unfinished, I could not get past the first paragraph; just....no.)

Rules of Scoundrels series, Sarah MacLean (an enjoyable romp through classic romancelandia, though if you read through 4 back to back you realize that MacLean really only writes 1 type of relationship and 1 type of sexual encounter, though I do appreciate insisting that the hero go down first.)

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden (here)

Dread Nation, Justine Ireland (great, put it with Stealing Thunder in terms of fun YA fantasy that makes everything less white and Eurocentric)

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (VERY good. haunting good.)

Tell My Horse, Zora Neale Hurston (I read an interesting critique of Hurston that said she stripped a lot of the radicalism out of black stories - these might be an example, or counterexample. I haven't decided yet.)

The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society, T. Kingfisher (fun!)

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell (some of these short stories are wonderful; however, Swamplandia's inspiration is still unreadable, which is wild.)

17776, Jon Bois (made me cry. deeply human. A triumph of internet storytelling)

The Girl with All the Gifts, M. R. Carey (deeply enjoyable. the ending is a bittersweet kick in the teeth, and I really enjoyed the adults' relationships)

The Door in the Hedge and Other Stories, Robin McKinley (enjoyable, but never really resolved into anything.)

The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley (fun, but feels very early fantasy - or maybe I've just read too many of the subsequent knock-offs.)

Mrs. Caliban, Rachel Ingalls (weird little pulp novel.)

All Systems Red, Martha Wells (enjoyable, but I don't get the hype. won't be looking into the series unless opportunity arises.)

A People's History of Chicago, Kevin Coval (made me cry. bought a copy. am still thinking about it.)

The Sol Majestic, Ferrett Steinmetz (charming, a sf novel mostly about fine dining)

House in the Cerulean Sea, TJ Klune (immensely enjoyable read, for all it feels like fic with the serial numbers filed off)

The Au Pair, Emma Rous (not bad, but felt like it wanted to be more than it is)

The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (preferred this to Ghost Bride; I enjoy a well-crafted mystery novel and this delivered)

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula Le Guin (unfinished, I cannot fucking get into Le Guin and should really stop trying)

The Ghost Bride, Yangsze Choo (enjoyable, but not nearly as fun as Ghost Bride - the romance felt very disjointed, and could have used another round of editing)

Temptation's Darling, Johanna Lindsey (pure, unadulterated id in a romance novel, complete with a girl dressing as a boy to avoid detection)

Social Creature, Tara Isabella Burton (a strange, dark psychological portrait; really made a mark even though I can't quite put my finger on why)

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins (slow at first, but picks up halfway through and builds nicely; a whiff of Gone Girl with the staggered perspectives building together)

Stealing Thunder, Alina Boyden (fun Tortall vibes, but set in Mughal India)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant; The Monster Baru Commorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson (LOVE this, so much misery, terrible, ecstatic; more here)

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (epistolary love poetry, vicious and lovely; more here)

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir (didn't like this one as much as I thought I would; narrator's contemporary voice was so jarring against the stylized world and action sequences read like the novelization for a video game; more here)

Finna, Nino Cipri (a fun little romp through interdimensional Ikea, if on the lighter side)

Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey (engrossing, even if I could see every plot twist coming from a mile away)

Desdemona and the Deep, C. S. E. Cooney (enjoyed the weirdness & the fae bits, but very light fare)

A Blink of the Screen, Terry Pratchett (admittedly just read this for the Discworld bits)

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine (not as good about politics and colonialism as Baru, but still a powerful book about The Empire, and EXTREMELY cool worldbuilding that manages to be wholly alien and yet never heavily expositional)

Blackfish City, Sam J. Miller (see my post)

Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan (didn't finish, got to to first explicit sex scene and couldn't get any further)

Prosper's Demon, KJ Parker (didn't work for me...felt like a short story that wanted to be fleshed out into a novel)

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (extremely fun, even for a reader who doesn't much like Napoleonic stories)

Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone (fun romp - hard to believe that this is the same author as Time War though you can see glimmers of it in the imagery here)

A Scot in the Dark, Sarah MacLean (palette cleanser, she does write a good romance novel even it's basically the same romance novel over and over)

The Resurrectionist, E. B. Hudspeth (borrowed it on a whim one night, kept feeling like there was something I was supposed to /get/ about it, but never did - though I liked the Mutter Museum parallels)

Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang (he's a better ideas guy than a writer, though Hell Is The Absence of God made my skin prickle all over)

Gods of Jade and Shadow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (fun, very much a throwback to my YA days of fairytale retellings, though obviously less European)

Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone (it turns out I was a LOT more fond of Tara than I initially realized - plus this book had a good Pratchett-esque pacing and reliance on characterization)

Get in Trouble, Kelly Link (reading this after the Chiang was instructive - Link is such a better storyteller, better at prioritizing the human over the concept)

Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips

Soulless; Changeless; Blameless, all by Gail Carriger (this series is basically a romance novel with some fantasy plot thrown in for fun; extremely charming and funny)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James (got about 1/3 of the way through and had to wave the white flag; will try again because I like the plot and the worldbuilding; the tone is just so hard to get through)

Pew, Catherine Lacey (a strange book, I'm still thinking about it; a good Southern book, though)

Nuremberg Diary, GM Gilbert (it took me two months to finish, and was worth it)

River of Teeth, Sarah Gailey (I wanted to like this one a lot more than I actually did; would have made a terrific movie but ultimately was not a great novel. Preferred Magic for Liars.)

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (extremely fun, though more trippy than Gods and the plot didn't work as well for me - though it was very original)

The New Voices of Fantasy, Peter S. Beagle (collected anthology, with some favorites I've read before Ursula Vernon's "Jackalope Wives", "Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers" "The Husband Stitch"; others that were great new finds "Selkie Stories are for Losers" from Sofia Satamar and "A Kiss With Teeth" from Max Gladstone and "The Philosophers" from Adam Ehrlich Sachs)

#from the bookshelf #Anonymous

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starrtoon · 3 years

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When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag

I don't care where they go

Don't waste your money on my gravestone

I'm more concerned about my soul

Everybody's gon' die

Don't everybody live though

Sometimes I look up to the sky

And wonder do You see us down here?

Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here?

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Listen, yeah everybody wants change

Don't nobody wanna change though

Don't nobody wanna pray

Till they got something to pray for

Now everybody's gon' die

But don't everybody live though

Sometimes I look up to the sky

And wonder do you see us down here?

Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here?

Oh Lord, oh Lord

It's easy to blame God but harder to fix things

We look in the sky like, "why ain't You listening?"

Watching the news in our living rooms on the big screens

And talking 'bout "if God's really real, then where is He?"

You see the same God that you saying might not even exist

Becomes real to us, but only when we dying in bed

When ya healthy it's like, we don't really care for Him then

Leave me alone God, I'll call you when I need you again

Which is funny, everyone will sleep in the pews

Then blame God for our problems like He sleeping on you

We turn our backs on Him, what do you expect Him to do?

It's hard to answer prayers when nobody's praying to you

I look around at this world we walk on

It's a smack in the face, don't ever tell me there's no God

And if there isn't then what are we here for?

And what are y'all doing down there? I don't know Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here?

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Do You see us down here? Oh Lord

Can You see us down here? Oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Can You see us? Can't You see us?

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staygold-ponyboycurtis · 4 years

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We Had Church!

But that day... well, Soda can’t sit still long enough to enjoy a movie, much less a sermon. It wasn’t long before he and Steve and Two-Bit were throwing paper wads at each other and clowning around, and finally Steve dropped a hymn book with a bang - accidentally, of course. Everyone in the place turned around to look at us, and Johnny and I nearly crawled under the pews. And Two-Bit waved at them. I hadn’t been to church since.

A one-shot about that one time the gang went to church... Idea credit goes to @ponyboyskywalker :)

“I don’t think the big guy upstairs is gonna mind if your shirt’s a little wrinkled, Pone,” Sodapop says, brushing off my shoulder.

I roll my eyes. “That’s not the point. I’m trying to look decent.”

“You’re a Curtis,” Two-Bit hollers from the living room. “Don’t y’all think you’re movie stars or somethin’?”

“Hey, don’t go givin’ the kid a complex, now,” I hear Steve say to him. “I don’t think the world could handle another self-obsessed Curtis.”

I hear the rumbling of Darry’s voice from somewhere in the house, undoubtedly berating Steve. Soda chuckles at the argument, buttoning his shirt in the mirror.

“I can’t believe you’re draggin’ me along with you,” he says. “Are ‘ya sure I won’t burst into flames when I walk through the door?”

I scoff. Soda doesn’t give himself enough credit. Just last week, he took the entire day off of work to sit with me while I was home sick with a stomach bug. Made me soup and ran to the store to get me ginger ale, too. In my eyes, he was bordering sainthood.

“I want you to go with me,” I say. “I think you’ll like going to church.”

I’ve snuck off to our local church’s service a few times here and there without the gang knowing. After mom and dad died, I realized that it was a comfort to have something worth believing in. A higher power, of sorts. It helped me keep the hope that they weren’t gone forever. At first, I felt out of place. But after a while, I felt comfortable attending church. Welcomed, even.

I’d always sit in the back pew and mumble the hymns under my breath. I found myself relating to a lot of things the priest would say. Like the lessons about judgment and keeping promises. I wasn’t embarrassed or anything, I just didn’t know what the gang would think if they knew what I was up to. I didn’t want them to feel bad for me. I didn’t think they’d understand.

I had asked Sodapop if he’d go with me again and again until he finally said yes. I thought it was something we could do together. At first, he was confused. Once he realized that I wasn’t joking, he took it really seriously. Steve and Sodapop were each other’s shadows (much to my chagrin), so I should’ve known it was an unspoken invitation for him, too. Two-Bit decided to tag along because he didn’t have anything better to do, I reckon.

“Is there singing?” Two-Bit had asked, his eyebrow raised incredulously. “I’ve heard there’s singing.”

“A little,” I said. “But you don’t have to sing along.”

“Good,” he had said with a chuckle. “Because my singing is a sin.”

I study myself in the mirror. I’m wearing Darry’s old dress shirt. The one he wore to his high school graduation. Except on him, it looked a lot better. The sleeves are a bit too long on me, and the collar is a little worn out. Despite the wrinkles, I don’t look too bad. I’d bet I’d even pass for a Soc if it weren’t for my long hair. I wonder what I’d look like if I cut it a bit…

“Pony,” I hear Steve say in a sarcastically exasperated tone. The one he always uses when he talks to me. He looks at me as if he’s repeated my name a few times. And he probably has. But I have a way of tuning people out when I’m stuck inside my own head.

“Johnny just walked in,” he says. “Let’s go.”

When we arrive at the old church, I usher everyone into the furthest pew from the front. Hoping we can sneak in undetected, I shuffle in quickly. A few older women turn around and stare at us a little too long, but I try not to notice. We surely look out of place, but isn’t there something to be said for not having any judgment?

I guess not, I think to myself as I meet their gaze.

“I’ve never been to church before,” Johnny says to me in a practically inaudible voice. “It’s nice in here.”

I nudge his shoulder, pointing directly ahead. “Look at the stained glass,” I say. It’s my favorite part of coming here. When the sun shines through towards the end of the service, it practically paints the entire room in shades of red, orange, and yellow. It reminds me of a brilliant flame - like a mirage. “It’s real nice,” he says, and I smile softly.

The priest begins talking, and I look down the row. Sodapop and Steve are jabbing each other in the sides and laughing quietly, without the slightest bit of interest in his sing-songy preaching. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I nudge Two-Bit, who isn’t much help. Instead of stopping them, he leans over and asks what’s so funny, reveling in the entertainment. I sink a bit lower in my seat and try to focus on what’s being said by the priest. Something about having humility.

After a few minutes, I’ve sunk low enough in the pew that I’m practically on the floor. I want God to strike me right then and there – disappear from the embarrassment of it all. Sodapop, Steve, and Two-Bit haven’t stopped making noise since we sat down. Only Johnny has paid attention, nodding along whenever the priest interprets the biblical text into lament’s terms.

Every time I catch Sodapop’s eye, he bursts into laughter. I know it’s because he’s practically bursting at the seams with energy. He can barely sit still. He finds any kind of lecture too boring to pay attention. He has to cause mischief. I shake my head, cursing my former self for thinking that he could sit through a church service, let alone try to understand it.

When the velvet-lined receiving basket is shoved in front of us, Two-Bit peers in and tries to grab some of the change. The old man on the other end jerks it away from us in disgust and Two-Bit hoots at his ill-received prank. Steve and Soda find it hilarious and let out laughs that echo throughout the entire building.

When the priest ushers us to shake each other’s hands, the old women in front of us raise their eyebrows and look at us disapprovingly. Looking at the group of us, I can understand why. It almost seems like an insult for us, clad in jeans and old dress shirts, to be behind women dressed in dresses and pill box hats. I even catch Johnny’s dark face blushed with embarrassment.

“Well, peace be with you, too,” Two-Bit says in mock-disbelief. He crosses his arms theatrically and sits down with a huff. I look at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What?” he says. “Who would pass up the opportunity to shake the hands of the finest crop of upstanding young men that Tulsa has to offer?”

He leans forward enough so that his face is right behind the women’s backs. “You know, ladies. Those two are single,” he says, jerking his thumb to me and Johnny.

I cover my face in my hands. Oh, Lord.

For the rest of the service, I’m counting down the minutes and seconds until I can bolt out of the church and never look back. Thankfully, the gang keeps their antics down to a low murmur, but everyone is obnoxiously aware of our presence. I think I even notice the priest shake his head at us.

Right before we’re dismissed, I see Two-Bit and Soda wrestling over a bible.

“Put that back,” I whisper-yell, but they don’t listen. Two-Bit is trying to stand the books up in the pew next to him to build a tower, while Sodapop is trying to knock it down with a paper plane made from the church bulletin.

All of a sudden, I hear a thud. Without needing to turn my head, I know where it came from. Two-Bit snaps back into a sitting position as if he were in military formation and Sodapop stifles a laugh. It seems the entire crowd of church goers have turned around to look at us, the brazen group of greasers in God’s house raising hell.

I expect the old women in front of us to banish us right where we sit. If looks could kill, we’d be dead in the pew, and somehow, I think that’d be better than feeling the hot rush of humiliation that has burnt up my back.

With a wry smile, Two-Bit lifts his hand, waving sarcastically. “Hi, ladies,” he says with a smirk. They gasp a bit, turning around with astonished looks on their faces.

Finally, the priest releases us to go about our day, and I’m on my feet before I can think twice. He tells us to have a great afternoon, but I’m contemplating digging a hole and hiding in it.

On the walk back to the house, the gang reminisces about our morning, oblivious to the scene we left behind.

“Did you see their faces?” Two-Bit says. “I thought someone had hiked up their skirt the way those fuddies’ mouths were hanging open.”

Soda chuckles. “I think they were all looking at you, Two-Bit.”

“Naw,” he says. “I was the most exciting thing to happen to them today.”

Sodapop slings his arm over my shoulder, not recognizing my annoyance. “Church sure was fun, Pone,” he says. “Thanks for invitin’ us.”

“Yeah, P.B.,” Two-Bit says. “Same time next week?”

My eyes widen. God help me.

one of my favorite headcanons is that Two-Bit calls Ponyboy “P.B.” :’) I just had to incorporate that here. & apologies for the delay. I was hoping to post this a few days ago but… life. however, I had so much fun writing this up. I just love thinking about the gang acting hilariously. And let me know who picks up on that lil easter egg I threw in there. I had to, y’all.

let me know what you think & if you have any ideas for future one-shots. I’m open to them all :)

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