#Short Writing

[uncertain-tay]

The hunter brought his rifle to rest on the edge of the deer blind's window. Two young does stood frozen in the floodlight's beam, framed by tangled oak and kudzu... Wait, was it two, or three? There were three pairs of eyes. But what was... Was he seeing things?

[ren4ever]

ʙᴜʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

“he’s just so perfect”, that’s what all girls say, completely flawless like a charmer.

Even for you, he’s like a dream which makes u go bazark, why him?? He isn’t even nice towards you so what’s the point

Your friends with his buddies which made childhood!bully hate you even more, I mean why would a pathetic loser nerd like you be with them anyway

Especially when they tease childhood!bully about you guys being a possible cute couple, he would be all dramatic

“gng what? That’s pathetic’ nerd?”

He always shoves you to the lockers out of jealousy whenever you talk to other guys hatred

“Tsk, wht’ a loser”

He covers his face whenever he sees u staring at him tottaly not bcs it makes him blushy blush

His heart melts when y try to fight back with him it’s just too adorable for him to bear, but still keeps it within and show hatred anyway

BONUS:

Childhood!bully grabbed your arm, he looked absolutely furious as he walks in a empty classroom whilst you yell at him to let you go

“Why did you let him touch y’ like that? R’ u a fuckin’ slut hm?” his face turned blushy red just by looking at your adorable face, he roughly forcefully made sat u down on a nearby desk making you yelp as he grabs your left arm tossing it over his back, putting his right warm hand on ur rosy cheek, leaning forward to your face,

Lips on lips…

bear w me IDK HOW TO MAKE IT ANY BETTER LMAO this is just a small daydream thought

[deveondog]

Gift rampage

Ft: Lilia, Silver, and Malleus.

Lilia had just wanted to go out for a couple days trip. But that led him to buying multiple things for his boys.

cw?: None! just a short fluffy drabble if Lilia being a loving parent and getting gifts :)) very short might i add! this was rushed :c

Request?: Yep! from my instagram mutual!! <3

Lilia had just waved his boys, after telling them spontaneously that he was going out on a trip to the Scalding Sands. Malleus was reluctant to stay with the human.. While a young Silver just started blankly at his father leaving him. He felt like tearing up but he was too tired to.

He left early in the morning, hoping to avoid the scalding heat of the sands. He started walking and walking to the nearest plane travel station. Once there he loaded his one bag and himself on and left on his way. During this trip in the plane he saw the Queendom of Roses, such a beautiful place truly. He needs to visit again soon! Sages island, ahh.. He wonders where his acceptance letter is.. Then he saw Sunset Savanna. The heat wasn't easy there, but it was going to be worst where he was going.

His plane landed in the outskirts of the Scalding Sands. Great! It just means he can walk and enjoy the scenery more!! He loves to just walk and look around, occasionally people watching.. or even listening. But he didn't have long before he needed to be home, so he set on his way to a specific special store he liked to visit.. hoping it is still there of course. It had been around one hundred years since his last visit.

As he looked and walked, he spotted a vendor with multiple silk robes for sale. He saw one that immediately reminded him of Malleus. It was long and black, with beautiful golden accents one it. All along the arms and going down the back. There even was a matching head dress! Black with golden around the edges, attached to the robe. He bought it, thinking he was going to have to cut holes in the beautiful silk for the similarly beautiful horns of a prince. After buying that, he spotted another vendor selling silk pillows. Advertising that "They bring the best of dreams!" and that they "Keep cold all night", he then thought of his small son. With a pillow older than he was. Starting to stain with multiple drool and food stains, he decided it would be best to buy a new one for him, and might as well get one for Malleus as-well correct? He got them matching pillow that day.

Once he returned to his small cottage in Brair valley he had multiple new bags stuffed to the brim with trinkets and new things for himself and the boys. How he got all of this? Where did he get all the money to buy it? Dont worry about it boys! Just enjoy your new gifts! :))

A/N: Hi welcome! sorry its so short and rushed! i just went through the retirement of my timley scarabia account and just wanted to finished this fast :c i also dont care for Daisomnia much so the characters may be ooc when i write them unfortunately!! so be warned for the future loll

Thanks for reading! <3

[burpinmyface-xoxo]

you're lying on your side in bed, and your partner is getting ready to join you. they stretch and drink some water, and then they burp. the action is loud. it is vaguely wet too, and it comes out with a lot of vibrato. it's deep.

you cover your face. you told them the truth recently, how you like it when they do that.

"What did you think of that one?" Their voice is mischievous, flirty. A little condescending. They don't wait for you to respond as they climb into the bed and pull you closer.

you groan and try to push them away, something in you red hot with shyness and embarrassment, and yeah, okay, arousal.

They laugh knowingly. "Oh come on,, I know you like it..."

And you shrivel up a little more. You whine incoherently, warm face still in your hands, and they pull into their warm chest, kissing the back of your back and head.

While you're making your little noises, they cut you off with a well placed burp in your ear. If your underwear wasn't soaked before it definitely is now. It blows your hair a little and sends chills up your spine.

"Did you like that one too?"

They spoon you with arms coming around your chest and legs wrapping together. They're strong, too strong for you to even try thinking of getting away, and then they burp again.

[rockcandymines707]

Cam was a laid back kind of object, so it was easy for him to go with the flow.

If you had something to throw away, he’d get the job done. If you just wanted to make small talk, it wasn’t like he had much else to do besides hang around. He liked to think of himself as a multi-purpose trash can.

Reliable, versatile.

That’s why the easiest way to get him in bed was to ask, straight up. He’d tease you for it, but that’s just him having a little fun. Bantering was the foundation of your relationship, after all. When you two were finally alone, it’s almost surprising how quickly he was all over you. Whatever you asked for, he’d do it. If you wanted slow, he’d rest his face in the crook of your neck while he focused on keeping a steady pace. If you wanted fast, he’d grip your hips tight, bringing you in to meet his body with each and every one of his movements with a grunt. Or if you’d prefer, he’d lay back and watch as you took control and used him to your heart’s content. Having less work to do was just fine by him.

If you asked him why he was so agreeable, he’d only give you a mellow shrug. He didn’t know how to put it into words. There was just something about the way you looked at him, as if he wasn’t just another canister with weird hobbies and fascinations... was it really just because he was hot? There were a hundred other hot objects you could go to, but you came to him. And came for him.

Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe all that mattered was you made him feel good, and he made you feel good. He was supposed to be an object that just went with the flow. But, if he took the time to think about it, he really couldn’t see himself being pulled around by anyone else like this. He’d have to admit, his flow tended to drift towards you.

[katiefrog217]

Crowley wasn't good at doing it himself, but Aziraphale was more than happy to preen his wings for him.

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Crowley wasn't very good at taking care of his feathers.

Aziraphale's were always so immaculately groomed. Rarely was a feather out of place, unless he was going through a particularly ill-timed molt. Some called it vanity, Aziraphale called it "looking presentable".

He could hardly blame Crowley for his lack of self-care though; his serpentine physique was hardly equipped with the tools to care for them. If it really got bad, he could always miracle them into shape, though he hardly even bothered to do that.

It had gotten to Aziraphale one day and he had set about fussing with the demon's wings, plucking out every errant feather and straightening the remaining ones. By the time he finished his task, the black feathers shone glossy and pristine in the lamp light. He puffed up with pride as he examined his handiwork, only to wither as realization doused him like a bucket of ice water.

He glanced nervously at the owner of the wings, realizing with a start just how many feathers lay strewn about them. He could make an entire second pair of wings with them, and just as well since he had dug deep and found feathers that should have fallen out 2 molts ago (really, how had Crowley managed to stand it? It must have itched like anything)! Crowley, for his part, lay beneath the carnage, coiled tightly around Aziraphale unmoving. His glasses had long been set side, and Aziraphale turned to find himself being watched by those beautiful golden orbs. He pondered for a moment if Crowley was asleep (hard to tell since serpents couldn't blink), but a small flick of a tongue when their gazes met proved him wrong. He wished he'd been right.

Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Apologies my dear, i-it seems I got quite carried away..." He mumbled awkwardly, embarrassment evident in his tone, his feathers puffing reflexively. It was practically the understatement of the century. 'Carried away'. Preening one's feathers was an inherently personal, bordering on intimate, thing. Crowley especially didn't seem to like anyone touching his wings and here he had spent Heaven only knew how long preening them himself, WITHOUT SO MUCH AS ASKING HIM FIRST--

He shifted uncomfortably when Crowley didn't reply immediately, choosing instead to leisurely inspect the angelic dove's handiwork. The silence was deafening, and Crowley seemed determined to stretch it out indefinitely as his slit pupils raked over each feather individually. Aziraphale desperately searched his gaze for anything he could discern, but only found concentrated scrutiny.

Then finally, finally Crowley turned his golden gaze back to him, his tongue flickering thoughtfully. Aziraphale's heart hammered with anxiety as he unknowingly held his breath, his wings shuffling awkwardly at his side. His fluttering heart nearly took off itself when he finally heard Crowley's low drawl.

"Mhm, thanks. They look... Better. Clean. Neat. It felt... Nice," Crowley said slowly, his s's elongating as he eeked out the rare compliment, the last part mumbled so quietly Aziraphale nearly thought he imagined it. Before he could muster a reply, Crowley dipped his head, laying it firmly beneath Aziraphale's feathery breast. His coils tightened as one came up to cover his face, shielding his eyes from view. Evidently, he was done talking.

Aziraphale stood there silently for a moment, letting his racing heart slow to a more normal rhythm before he thought of trying to extract himself from the demon's coils. He had bothered Crowley enough for one night, he thought. However, the moment he made to move, those newly preened wings stretched out on either side, trapping him in, he quietly resigned himself instead.

He would find later that preening Crowley's feathers would, as many other things between them had, become part of their routine. On nights when they look particularly egregious or found themselves with nothing better to do, they would settle in a warm corner of Aziraphale's bookshop, and allow themselves this quiet, yet delicate moment between them.

[creadigol]

Prompt #7

"So a siren takes the form of whoever you most desire?"

Supervillain rolled their eyes at Henchman, "It takes the form of whoever you love the most. Love and desire are not the same thing. You would die for someone you love, not someone you only superficially desire."

"Yeah, okay...but Villain is on deck right now and..."

Supervillain whipped their head around, "What do you mean Villain is on deck?! I expressly gave the orders for everyone to stay below!"

"I know but sir...."

"No buts! Go out there and get them back inside!"

"You should really see..."

"Really see what?"

Henchman rubbed the back of their neck, "The form the siren took for Villain, to lore them outside...it looks like..."

Supervillain narrowed their eyes, "Like who?"

"Like Detective."

[serickswrites]

Could I pretty please request a civilian dating villain and them running into civilians ex (hero) but civilian doesn’t know hero is a hero 👉🏻👈🏻

Hello, Anon! I can absolutely write this for you. Please enjoy!

"Love, that was the best dinner we've had in a long time," Villain said as the two of them walked hand and hand down the boulevard. Villain had never been more grateful for wearing a mask during their work so they could walk down the street completely unbothered.

Civilian knew who they were, of course. But that hadn't stopped Civilian from dating them. "I think you are much more than a villain, and you know it," Civilian had said as they convinced Villain to date them. Villain had never been happier.

"I agree. I think we should come here more often," Civilian said as they leaned their head on Villain's shoulder. "Oh fuck," Civilian said as they stopped walking. "Quick, we have to hide!"

Villain instantly went on the alert scanning the area for danger. "What's wrong?"

"My ex! Quick before they spot us."

Villain looked around. The only person walking down the street was....Hero. Oh fuck indeed. "Love, you do know that is--"

"Ex-Partner! I know! That's why we have to hide. Quick behind this bush!"

Hero. Civilian's ex was Hero. And they didn't know. Villain let Civilian pull them into the bushes, making a silent promise to make Hero's life a living hell for what they did to Civilian. They couldn't wait to confront Hero later this evening and make good on this promise.

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@pepeniascat

[robothechicero]

*Viewing Pit's arsenal of weapons*

"They don't seem very different from the rods in our world," Legend murmured at his side, carefully examining an elegant Staff covered in a vine of spikes and roses. "Do you know how much magic they consume?"

"Staffs don't consume their users' energy, and if anything, they're powered by Divine Power." Pit recited, as if he were repeating someone else's words.

Legend looked up and gave him a blank stare.

"Divine Power is magic."

"No," Pit looked at him in confusion and placed his fist on his hip. "Divine Power is power."

After that, Legend gave everyone a intensive class on the different types of magic and why Divine Power was one of them.

Legend is a hoarder, he'll see all these new things and drool over them. The poor guy is dying to talk about this new technology, too bad the only one he could ask didn't pay attention to Palutena classes.

(I don't know how weapons work in Ki:U either. I read somewhere that they were working with the power of the Goddess who had Pit at that time).

[whereserpentswalk]

There is a particularly strange type of undead that's been showing up in America in recent years, defying the categories previously used for most undead entities.

They tend to show up in office buildings, and similar spaces. Massive big box stores are a common target too. They're zombie like, mindless, shambling around, but mostly harmless. They don't attack people on sight, which is rare for mindless undead. They seem to just try to work whatever job is being done at the place that they're found in.

If they're in an office building they'll find a desk and start doing what they think is most productive on the computers. If they're in a store they'll sit at a register and start accepting money for products, not always the right amount, but they try. They've even found examples of ones in millitary bases attempting to arm themselves and fall in line, or ones in factories operating the machinery of the assembly line.

A lot of companies consider this new breed of undead pests or distractions because of how they can disrupt work. But they'll get very aggressive if you try to remove them. They don't attack people under any other circumstances, but if you attempt to stop their work they become deadly, they're faster and stronger then most standard zombies or ghouls that you'll see necromancers use. Despite their slow and shambling nature when passive, when they start attacking inorder to remain at their work, they're almost as competent as sentient species of undead.

Some companies have tried to actually put them to work, allowing them to do jobs their mindless nature allows them to do. They can be used for manual labor, but they're not very strong. Sorting things, cleaning, and pressing buttons seem to be what they're most suited for. There are issues with the necromancer union over this, but because these new undead aren't raised by anyone it technically doesn't count, at least for now.

Nobody knows why this new undead species has formed. But signs show that the corpses that become them tend to be people who worked at the offices they come to. Especially people who didn't take any time off, who worked especially hard, who took overtime, who were loyal to the company. It just seems that there are some people nowadays who don't see being dead as a reason to stop going into work.

[husbandograveyard]

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Tighnari could never hide anything from you. Not that he would ever want to, honesty being one of the many qualities you loved so dearly about him. But even if he would want to, maybe to surprise you in some way or the other, hiding a little secret, telling a little white lie just to make sure nothing got out before you needed to know it, it was nigh impossible for him to do so. 

Because his body would betray him in ways that he couldn’t completely control. When he was really happy or excited, for example, his tail started wagging uncontrollably. He tried keeping it in check, but sometimes it was as if it led a life of its own. And his ears? They would twitch in annoyance, move slightly forward in curiosity, started listening for other things when he wasn’t really paying attention anymore… 

He didn’t even notice as much at first, maybe because you were the very first one to point it out, a wide smile on your face as you pointed out the muffled thumping of his tail after you shared your first kiss. His cheeks turned a rosy color almost immediately. He got less flustered overtime every time you pointed it out, but you never stopped, finding his reactions endearing. 

And there was a certain level of trust too, the way he would allow you to softly pet his ears when he was relaxing, his head on your lap and your fingers playing with his hair. The first time he startled when you reached out one of the most sensitive parts of his body, but as this became more of a habit, trust grew, and he even ended up really liking it, sometimes just snuggling into your lap as a subtle hint to ask for your loving touches. 

Maybe you’d be allowed to help brush and oil his tail next?

[chocoyautja]

(Some of Kwei & Ruin backstory)

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She had seen him countless times across the shifting seasons of her years on Prime, always with him at her side. In the beginning, Kwei had simply followed, learning from Ruin as he guided her. But over time, he became more than her assigned guard. His presence etched so deeply into her that forgetting him was no longer an option, whether she’d meant for it or not.

She’d grown alongside him, tracing the subtle changes in him as if they were her own: the once-scattered patterns on his scaled hide that deepened with age, the calloused texture of his skin thickening under the weight of their shared adventures. She knew the way he carried himself, the silent strength in his steps. And she knew the way his eyes caught the sun just right, glowing like embers at dusk, burning with something she never dared name aloud.

But she wasn't alone in this sudden shift as she'd felt, or maybe it had always been there but time had its way of coursing one through its path, subtly drifting and collecting tiles of moments that built into a mural. Something that was stored between the two, even if they refused to acknowledge the strokes painted onto the surface.

The departure of Ruin for all those years had shifted Kwei's world, rocking the comfortable stability into a trench of uncertainty. The insecurities masked by the facade to cope couldn't cover the cowardice the human hoped to hide. Even when the Yautja returned, badged and honored, respected, and praised, it made the feelings easier to suppress when greeted by a stranger wearing a familiar face.

The yautja had done the same, swallowing his guilt, hiding under the armor of his Tribe as a decorated warrior with a stoic brooding demeanor. Ruin would rather chew on the back hide of a tru'la-fut than to face the pit of discarded questions he tiptoed over.

How had Kwei coped so well, decorating herself in an occupation that wasn't warrior, smithy, or intel? She didn't have to follow in his footsteps that he'd so carefully designed in his absences, but did she ever try? This new so-called friend/companion of hers, she'd seemed so receptive to their critique and feedback. Did she even grumble back and refuse like she'd done with him? She used to kick and scream, refusing to use any bladed weapons, repulsed by the idea of battle, yet when ‘he’ (Strider) suggested she smiled like some docile lamb, accepting without rebut This entire ordeal was irritating, not because Ruin cared. No, of course not.. It stemmed from the obvious bias in Kwei's demeanor towards him. Even now after a year of trying to fix what he'd left, she treated him, of all yautjas- like a stranger as if he hadn't been the one protecting her from her own naive choices. Yet Strider, some cave dweller, with beady eyes - a mutt, didn't even measure up to half of Ruin's size, steered Kwei in the wrong direction, and the human obliged, happy to follow.

Ruin respected what she'd done building from the hardship of Dto soil into something profound and polished like a rock thrown into a cycle pressured to shatter and cease into dust, but she had hardened the cracks stilling into diamonds. Kwei refused to acknowledge the fact, to be weighed under Ruin's gaze like a project, knowing she didn't fit into his expectations he'd forced on her before his departure. The overall situation left a salty, bitter taste in their mouths, an awkward tension easy to dissolve under closure, and a handful of apologies.

But both, neither one felt like stepping forefront. To be mature or the first one to set aside the armor and boxing gloves, to speak without such disdain for the other, both valid in their feelings of how ironically they felt betrayed by the other, yet too stubborn to admit that the pressure, this misunderstanding had no intent of taking such a malicious form.

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(Mentions: Strider is my friend's ( @thecleanbean ) OC 😊 )

[veethewriter]

Monty x reader! Requested by @ifyouwontlistenwhowill

Summary: reader starts working at pizza plex to earn money for college, works at montys gift shop, Monty slowly starts falling in love with the reader.

Day one: 11:31 A.M.

You stood outside the pizza plex nervous for your first day. I mean your job was easy, just selling stuff at the gift shop for Monty's Gators Golf, handing out any prizes if they had been won by people. People ugh that's the thing you were most worried about, was the large crowd. Taking a deep breath you walked in looking for the person that was supposed to show you around. Noticing someone waving for your attention, you quickly walked over, going through the crowd of people checking into the pizza plex.

The person in front of you quickly introduced themselves, quite cheerful for being at work. He grabbed your hand shaking it, "Hi! It's so nice to meet you! I'm Dave I'm the manager of the side of the building that the gift shop you will be working in is at!"

Smiling nervously shaking his hand back, introducing yourself also, "Hi it's nice to meet you too, I'm y/n."

Dave let go of your hand and smiled, "Well then let's get started with the tour then."

Day 1: 2:28

After having gone through the tour of the half of the building you would be on, you finally got to Monty's Gator Golf. He quickly showed you around the gift shop and how to work the cash register before looking back at you, "Okay one last thing before you can start, I need to introduce you to Monty since you are working in his attraction. You're gonna see each other often."

Before you could respond he gave you a serious look, probably the most serious one you've seen on him all day before saying "I will warn you though, Monty has anger issues. He usually doesn't show it until after hours but still be careful."

Now you were even more nervous than before, I mean you thought it would be easier to talk to the animatronics than other people but one with anger issues you had no idea what would happen. Dave started to walk away so you took that as a clue to follow after him. Finally finding Monty, who had just finished talking to a group of kids about the rules in Monty's Gator Golf. Dave had waited until the kids walked away before walking up with you to him.

He nervously smiled at Monty who had already started basically glaring at him, "Hey Monty I came to introduce you to the new person who will be running your gift shop."

Monty looked at you from over his sunglasses before making a scoffing-like sound and starting to walk away while talking, "I don't care what you do, just do your job."

Dave looked back at you and smiled, "Don't take it so rough, he's usually like that towards most people."

A little upset about how the first meeting went, you just nodded to Dave before he lets you go to open the gift shop.

Day 3: 8:03 A.M.

You sighed as you were opening the gift shop, your first day went okay, nothing really happened. You had your second day yesterday which also was uneventful besides Monty keeping a close eye on you. He didn't seem to want to interact with you though, just make sure you weren't up to anything bad. You were setting up all the stuffed animals using a ladder that had been in the back. Even with the ladder, it was hard to hook the small straps that kept the stuffed animals from falling.

Having to reach up higher, the ladder started to shake underneath you before giving up. With a quick scream and closing your eyes as you fell instead of feeling the ground, you felt metal. You opened your eyes and realized Monty was the one to catch you. He quickly sat you down and growled softly towards you "Be more careful about what you're doing."

Before you could respond Monty had started walking away and some other employees had swarmed around you to make sure you were okay. You thought maybe Monty was nicer than everyone said he was.

Day 11: 4:07 P.M.

You sighed looking at the time, noticing the shop was empty at the time you decided to go ahead and stock up on some small things that were out. Going over the shelves you noticed that the Monty pens were completely out and you knew from this morning you had stocked the last of them that were out in front this morning. Which means you would have to go in the back to grab a whole new box of them.

Now that you thought of it, your and Monty's relationship had gotten a little better, with small conversations here and there but it was mostly with you just talking. He would make small noises here and there to tell you he acknowledged what you said though. Shaking your head, you head to the back to look at the boxes. Only to your disappointment when you noticed the box you needed was at the very top.

You can't use the ladder, in fact you haven't seen that ladder since you almost fell off it that one time and since then all the plushies have been hooked up when you got to work. Climbing the shelf would only make it fall over on you. Standing on your tippy toes you could almost reach maybe a bit- suddenly you felt cold metal touch your back as a hand reached over you to grab the box you had been reaching for, feeling what felt like breathing on your neck for a second before it pulled back. You turned around seeing Monty as you tried to calm down the blushing on your cheek from how close he was a second ago.

As you were about to thank him, he handed the box over to you, "Next time ask for help, no need to get hurt over a box."

You nodded quickly and stuttered to him "Ri-ight thank you again for the help."

He just nodded and left heading back into his attraction. Wait what was he doing back here now that you thought of it, was he looking for you?

Day 26: 6:08 P.M.

The gift shop was closed for the next hour for you to restock items and clean up since they were too lazy to hire extra staff to do that while it was open. As you were cleaning you found a discarded club for Gator Golf. Picking it up you had decided to go ahead and return it but you didn't know where they went so of course your best choice was to give it to Monty himself.

Now you two were able to have full conversations with each other with him actually talking, well at least a sentence or two here and there. You two would talk about small things though mostly about instruments and hobbies. Making sure the gift shop was locked up while you were out you had started searching for him. Looking around you finally saw him watching over everyone near a wall, probably having just gotten back from one of the bands night performances.

Walking over to him you spoke up "Hey Monty, I saw this club at the gift shop and thought I would bring it back to you."

Having heard your voice Monty looks over at you and sees the club that you reached out to hand him but seeing that, he also saw the slightly torn-up bandage that was on your hand, "What's that?"

Noticing that he was looking at your hand, you looked down and remembered what happened this morning, "Oh um I hurt my hand moving around some boxes this morning, just scrapped it a little It's nothing bad."

Rolling his eyes he takes the golf club in one hand before grabbing your uninjured hand with his empty hand. Putting away the golf club nearby and continuing to walk you stop to ask "Um where are we going?"

Growing softly at you in a non-threatening way of course, "To a medic station your bandage is ripped and with you working plus sweating so much you're gonna get it infected if it's not wrapped the right way."

You smiled to yourself as the both of you continued to walk. You knew they were wrong, Monty was just a big softy after all....

Well um, you can tell Monty is my favorite... 😃🤭 Anyways I didn't know what to do with the room thing so I didn't add it but I still hope you like it!

[degradingnostalgia]

i hate being alone,

i can't stand it,

because i'm not alone,

i'm with myself,

and i fucking hate myself.

so when you're leaving me to be alone,

you're leaving me with the one person i hate the most,

do you want to be stuck with your worst enemy?

would you look after someone you despise? no?

so why would i?

how can i make this an enemies to lovers story?

i don't care enough to do so,

and now,

you hate me as much as i hate myself.

you're proving the point about why i cannot be left alone - because i feel the same way you do,

i don't want to talk to me either.

can you teach me how to leave me?

you're so good at it.

where did you learn this skill? can you send me a copy of the manual?

is there an instruction booklet? i don't like reading those - but i will do it, for you.

ill link you my email address, send a pdf.

pleasecomebacktome@gmail.com

[writing-with-yours-truly]

Wattpad Transfer. "I think I just met my dad in 1955" Marty [Back to the Future] x Reader

Warnings: Innuendo

Additional information: No use of Y/N, code name, inspired by the Bo Burnham song.

Requested by: N/A

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1955. The year Doc Brown thought of his time machine. The year the town hall's clock had stopped working. The year Marty's parents met. You and Marty were currently in an-old fashioned diner, relaxing your nerves from what the past few hours had brought. Doc Brown getting killed by terrorists -who were looking for him-, traveling to 1955, and now trying to find him.

You and your friend went to the telephone booth that the counterman had directed you to, and looked for Doc Brown's name. "He's on here." You pointed out his name. A phone number was next to his name.

Marty dialed it, and waited for an answer. No answer. You peered past your shoulder, and there was the counterman, looking at the both of you.

"Marty, I don't think he's there. Let's just get a drink and cool off a moment." You both left the phone booth and sat down on the bar stools cemented in front of the counter. People gave you and Marty funny looks. They already gave him crap on his jacket that reminded them as a life jacket. You couldn't help but laugh.

For a moment, you had looked around the place. The colors were vibrant, and the floors were checkered. It was pretty quiet. The only people near you was a man sitting at the bar stool next to Marty, eating his cereal -who you must admit looked like his dad- and another young man sitting next to him, writing what looked like an assignment.

The history lectures did not tell you how different 1955 was. Not at all. "Can I get a Pepsi Free?" Marty asked the counterman. "Yeah, I wish I could have it for free, too." You sighed and shook your head. "Just...a drink without any sugar in it, please."

"I'll take an orange juice," you say. The counterman immediately went to work on our drinks. As the two of you waited for your beverages, you decided to have small talk. "So, you think Doc will believe us?"

Marty had an unreadable look, but sure enough, responded, "I hope so. He's the only one who knows what to do. Two point one gigawatts! Where could we get that? Only Doc would know!" He covered his face with his hands. "I should have grabbed the plutonium."

You put a hand on his shoulder, and reassured him. "Marty, you couldn't have thought of plutonium at a time like that. I know you. Doc was the only person, and the only thing you were thinking of."

You both drifted into silence, and the door opened, a group of kids walked in. "Biff?" You and Marty asked yourselves as you watched him walk by to stop in front of the other two people sitting.

The orange juice and sugarless drink were placed down, but neither of you paid attention to it. Too worried about Biff's intentions.

"Hey, McFly." He said, snottily, looking at the man. So is that George? He continued eating his cereal. Marty just looked at Biff, confused. "McFly, hello?" He started knocking on the young boy's head with his knuckles. "What, Biff?" George asked. "You got my homework done?" Biff asked. "Is that my dad?" Marty leaned over to ask you in a whispered tone. "I'm pretty sure." You answered.

"Why can't you do your own damn homework, Biff?" The other man asked, looking over at the standing bully. "Oh, what a surprise. The coward has the guts to speak up to me." He grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "Hey, hey stop!" You exclaimed. Biff released his shirt and glared at you. "And who exactly do you think you are, gorgeous?" You mentally threw up, and answered, "I'm Beatrice."

"Beatrice," Biff says in a weird voice. "Such a gorgeous name for such a beautiful girl." Marty looked like he was about to snap at him. "Hey, didn't your parents teach you how to treat a lady?" His gang gasped, and Biff's face turned red in anger. "Who do you think you are?"

"Her boyfriend." Marty answered confidently, putting and arm around your shoulders, causing you to blush. Him? Your boyfriend? "Oh well, I can change that quickly." Biff said in a dirty tone, leaning close to you. You turned your head to the right, looking at the 'coward' Biff referred to. Your father. And George. Marty's dad. Your dad looked at you and did a half nod. "Hey, Biff. Leave her alone." He warned. "Oh yeah? Why should I?"

"Because if you don't you really will regret coming here today. You don't ever disrespect people when I'm around." You lean your head next to Marty's ear. "I think I just met my dad in 1955."