#JUST YOU FUCKING WAIT I CAN AND WILL BE THE CARLA PERSON

[scover-va]

Guys ask me about Carla and Lionel /j

[seeingivy]

the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader 

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you. 

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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives 

an: alright. feast my children. pls keep ur little memes and drawings and funny comments coming bc I love them (and they incentivize me to write chapters faster so I can seem more of them LOL) - also @togemayo and @rebeccawinters your connie and reiner cameos have ARRIVED, love you da mostest 

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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.” 

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.” 

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.” 

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.” 

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.” 

“Okay. Are you sure?” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?” 

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.” 

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you. 

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university. 

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there? 

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed. 

All the more reason to do this. 

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today? 

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up. 

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol. 

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries 

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home 

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it? 

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth. 

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him. 

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Jean.” 

“What are you wearing?” 

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan. 

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” 

“You wore the rival's colors.” 

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.” 

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.” 

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.” 

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side. 

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.” 

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come. 

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.” 

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?” 

“How much did you hear?” 

“None of it. Did I miss something important?” 

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.” 

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…” 

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.” 

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium. 

“Um so-” 

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.” 

“You have to change. Like now.” 

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.” 

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.” 

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss? 

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on. 

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.” 

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.” 

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand. 

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.” 

“Mine. Thanks Armin.” 

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?” 

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.” 

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on. 

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.” 

“It’s just a color.” 

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.” 

My girl. 

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.” 

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” 

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium. 

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.” 

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.” 

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.” 

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you. 

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.” 

Asshole. 

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?” 

“Give me the jersey, Eren.” 

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes. 

“So.” 

“So.” 

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.” 

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.” 

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so. 

- 

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you. 

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?” 

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks. 

So this is where Eren gets it from. 

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.” 

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too. 

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game. 

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair. 

You tap him on the shoulder. 

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.” 

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you. 

“His roommate? Since when?” 

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.” 

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.” 

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?” 

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while. 

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?” 

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.” 

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously. 

“I’m Sasha.” 

“And I’m Connie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.” 

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently. 

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?” 

“Sure.” 

“How did Eren become your roommate?” 

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.” 

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you. 

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?” 

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.” 

“I might have an idea.” 

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of. 

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?” 

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?” 

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat. 

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?” 

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.” 

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what? 

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?” 

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.” 

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours. 

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.” 

“What playlist?” 

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game. 

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street. 

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches. 

“So. Is it about you?” 

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.” 

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation. 

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?” 

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?” 

“Hm.” 

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha. 

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?” 

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.” 

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?” 

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes. 

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them. 

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked. 

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?” 

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.” 

“We have his wallet.” 

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids. 

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears. 

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?” 

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news. 

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.” 

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.” 

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them. 

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.” 

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you. 

So you don’t. 

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.” 

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug. 

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating. 

-  

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads. 

“Ren?” 

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium. 

“Everything okay, kitty?” 

“Uh. I might have messed up.” 

He stops, turning to face you. 

“What did you do?” 

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?” 

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.” 

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling. 

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them -  and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.” 

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips. 

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?” 

“Yes.”

“That’s it?” 

“What? 

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.” 

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.” 

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?” 

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

“Yeah. How’d you know? 

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.” 

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk. 

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.” 

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?” 

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.” 

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead. 

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.” 

“Bullshit.” 

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.” 

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice. 

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[sunricecake]

💭 perverted things they do

feat. aot and jjk girls

cw: dubcon, panty theft, masturbation, exhibitionism

steals your underwear

MIKASA, annie, shoko, MEI MEI

they love everything about you and yearn to have all of you. they purposely go over to your house without any underwear, just so they can swipe one of yours from your drawer or, even better, your laundry. retrieving your used panty is like finding gold for them. anything to feel as close to you as possible, to know you, your scent, what you taste like. the thought of their pussy being so close, basically rubbing against the fabric that kissed your cunt, collected your sweat and juices, makes them clench and throb pathetically. they could cum just by walking around and feeling your moisture mix together in the soiled article of clothing, and they absolutely can't wait for the time your pussy finally kisses theirs.

masturbates to your pics

historia, nobara, miwa, UTAHIME

they can't help but get so needy for you all the time, and it gets worse when you're not around. they keep a collection of your pictures in their gallery for this very reason, ranging from selfies you've posted to cropped bits of you in group photos. as they scroll through your innocent and casual pictures, they begin to feel a familiar heat between their legs. next thing they know, one of their hands is creeping down to satiate it. imagining the dirtiest scenarios and all the things they'd do to you with the image of your smile burned in their head. when they're feeling bold enough, they'd even snap a pic or two of your underwear, just carefully slide their hand under the table (or your skirt) and try to get a good angle. doesn't matter if it isn't crystal clear, as long as they have a remembrance of your cute cunt pressed against your panty from that day, something for them to add to their collection and have around when you can't be by their side.

openly stares at your assets, even in public

yelena, YMIR, nanaba, maki

they enjoy making you flustered in any way they can, teasing you, whispering suggestive conments, or mostly through intense eye contact either with your eyes, or your other pair of eyes. the sight of you losing your concentration, squirming in your seat and stumbling over your words as you watch their gaze rake your body really gets them. “sorry, babe, i lost ya there. could you repeat that for me?” also the types to have their hands on you all the time, no matter where you are. they feel the need to constantly remind you of their presence, and they do so by shamelessly feeling you up. personal space is not a thing for them.

fucks your belongings (teddy bear, pillow, )

PIECK, hitch, carla, MAI

always have the best excuses to stay over in your house, taking any chance they can to be enveloped in your scent and be close to you as possible. you never really see through their intentions, never realize the real reason why they're so eager to come over and help you out with the most mundane things is because of the reward. to see your mouth part as you let out soft breaths and your chest rise and fall under your night gown while they rut against one of the pillows you so generously offered them, to feel the thrill of risking you waking up on them as they thrust their knuckles deep inside their pussy and imagine it's your fingers instead, all while you lay peacefully right in front of them, unaware of their juices drenching the sheets and being left with a mystery the next morning.

[britany1997]

Sunkissed

Pool Boy! Michael x Fem! Rich! Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this collab @misslavenderlady and I did based off a poll she did about a pool boy fic:) we did equal work on this fic so please interact with both posts equally!!! Writing with Lave is so much fun! She’s kind and encouraging and they deserve the love!!!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, brat/brat tamer, soft dom, thigh fucking, praise kink, don/sub dynamics, massage, nipple play, semi public sex, cum marking, aftercare

Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long. 

So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs. 

Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.

Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.

He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.

Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off. 

But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it. 

That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth. 

"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!" 

A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course. 

Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you. 

Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.

As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray. 

“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.

Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls. 

"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped. 

Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully. 

"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"

All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.

Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie. 

You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue. 

“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.

The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques. 

Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.

“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured. 

“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?” 

Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”

The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that. 

He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world. 

Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues. 

"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."

You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement. 

"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"

"Stop that!" 

Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."

You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.

While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.

You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.” 

He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly. 

You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.

If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work. 

You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.

Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.

Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim. 

Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends. 

With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did. 

"What??"

The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again. 

"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."

You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.

Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.

“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”

You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.

You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you. 

"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."

Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.

There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got. 

"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.

Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what. 

When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.

You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter. 

You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”

God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip. 

"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl. 

The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch. 

You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him. 

The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.

"Wh-What're yo-"

"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"

You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were. 

When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo. 

He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you. 

Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand. 

His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”

You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock. 

All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl. 

"Yes, Michael," you whispered. 

With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever. 

"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit. 

If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did. 

You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.

“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.

“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”

“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back. 

“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit. 

"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure. 

"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."

Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got. 

"Michael," you whimpered out. 

"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier. 

"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."

Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.

You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.

He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”

Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?

“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.

Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”

“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.

“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”

You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”

“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.

“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”

He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears. 

His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy. 

"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby." 

It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive. 

"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?" 

"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"

Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him. 

"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"

Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.

“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.

Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.

You bit your lip, “Michael?”

“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face. 

“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.

Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.

Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss. 

But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more. 

"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch. 

"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"

You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”

You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.

“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.” 

You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.

Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.

"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now. 

"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair. 

He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.

You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.

You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.

“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.

Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.

He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”

He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other. 

"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted. 

Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments. 

"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"

He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body. 

There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased

His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”

You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”

You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.

He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.

God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second. 

Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.

"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now. 

The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl. 

He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.

Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck. 

“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear. 

You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”

He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“I like when you call me Mikey.”

You could have melted right there.

Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout. 

“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.

“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”

His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.” Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.

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[hippolotamus]

So this is 39...

I was gonna do one of those X amount of things I've learned by age whatever, but 39 is a lot of things and tbh I'm not sure if I’ve learned that many (as some of you would undoubtedly agree). So, in true Hippo fashion, please accept this list of random assorted things I've picked up like shiny trinkets/facts I've come to accept through the years.

Believe it or not you're worth the effort, love and care you try to give everyone else but don't think you deserve.

Usually the more I've tried to fit in and be like everyone else, the more unhappy I've been. Let your freak flag fly and see who sticks around in your blanket fort.

Legos, coloring, stuffies, swing sets, daydreaming and other ‘childish pursuits’ are not, in fact, just for kids.

when given the opportunity, a solo car concert is a solid choice

If you're constantly putting yourself in boxes for the benefit of someone else... honestly, what's the point?

Find at least one person you can drop the mask with and be fully, authentically you.

Groups break up, accidents and weather happen... just go to the concert/show/exhibit if you wanna instead of waiting for ‘next time’.

nobody has their shit figured out (especially anyone acting like they do). we are literally all out here just wingin' it.

Some of the best life advice comes from fictional characters

Nobody cares. Nobody is thinking about you the way you're thinking about you. - Alexis Rose

Life isn't meant to be lived in moderation. We only get one chance at this... What's the point of living if you're just going to keep yourself locked away from ever experiencing life? - Avi Mulvaney

Make sure you’re following your heart - Carla Price

You’re gonna be okay, kid - Christopher Diaz

just because you didn’t die, doesn’t mean you’re actually living

even if you think you’re ‘too young’ for something, i assure you you’re not

i love you isn't reserved for family and/or romantic partners.

Platonic soulmates are a thing and they do exist

Dates with yourself are 100% necessary and sometimes the best ones

there is zero deadline or requirement to find a romantic partner, get married, have kids, buy a house, etc...

Sexual and Romantic preferences are fluid. It's OK if you change your mind or didn't 'figure it out' until your 20s, 30s, 40s or beyond.

You're complete as you are. Without the degree, the partner, the [current arbitrary standard]

Cliche as hell but life doesn’t end because you didn’t get the job/house/partner. Odds are good it’s the best thing that could have happened and you’ll be delighted it did.

Blood may be thicker than water but Found Family, the Family We Choose, is often the best family

Shared genetics doesn't demand your unwavering loyalty

I'm human and I fuck up. I make the wrong choice, say the wrong thing, don’t say anything or say too much. Way more than I want to, and often in the name of trying to keep the peace.

Do you write, paint, draw, some other variety of art? Congratulations 🥳 you’re an author/artist. A real one. Yes, you!

As such (and I will die on this hill) you don’t owe anything to anyone. Not the fic, the next chapter, the snippet, the gif set, etc. Your works are not the price of membership to fandom.

Missing someone and being glad they’re not in your life anymore aren’t mutually exclusive concepts.

You’re more than enough, but not too much. Never too much. I promise.

headpats & forehead kisses 💞🦛

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Ok, i got one. AU where Lost Boys the movie exists, inspired by those events actually occurring in the 80s. So it'd be like 12 & 13 with reader x Marko? Maybe the reader's a serial killer or something dead like a Ghoul or Zombie, and after a showing of Lost Boys in Santa Carla, they take a soon to be victim to the cave, and then end up just fucking the victims shit up. Little does the reader know, the cave isn't a abandoned as they had thought, and Marko falls in love the second reader disembowels the guy.

(Not me hitting post instead of edit😅) Thanks so much for the request! It got a bit darker than i expected, but it was an interesting one to figure out, so I hope you'll like this as well!💜

12. "I shouldn't have seen that movie..."

13. "Did you know this cave is haunted?"

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I smiled as the familiar sounds of Cry Little Sister blared through the sound system, echoing over the beach. At least a hundred people had gathered here to watch the movie, and I couldn't be more pleased. You see, in my profession, it was of utmost importance to stay inconspicuous. Stay invisible within the crowds, stay out of sight whenever someone was looking for something - or rather someone. And, above all, have a good eye. It takes skill to know how certain people will respond when you first approach them. To calculate their next moves. If you fail in approaching the right person, you're whole job is going to be ruined.

Luckily, I was good at what I did. So, with two beers in hand, I smiled at a guy in his early" twenties. He seemed carefree, easy going - the perfect type.

"Mind if I sit with you?" I asked sweetly, offering a beer as an exchange for the favour, and as a conversation started.

"No, no, pretty ones like you can join me anytime," the guy winked, causing me to grin. Yeah. He would do perfectly.

We sat together the whole movie, chatting and laughing, and when the movie came to an end, I knew I had the guy wrapped around my finger. It had been easy. Agree with him, initiate some physical touch - and here he was, willing to follow me anywhere.

As he helped me up, a wonderful idea popped into my head. "Do you want to check out the caves?"

"Wait, they're real?"

I nodded. "Not too far from here. It's supposed to be pretty secluded," I said with a wink, causing the guy to grin and readily agree.

Together, we walked over the beach and through the forest - it was not very far, just 3 miles or so, but far enough to tire a guy like him out for just a little bit.

"Can we stop for a bit?" He asked, out of breath, as we reached a clearing. I shook my head, pointing at the 'do not enter' sign.

"There's no need, we're here."

"It says not to enter."

I nodded. "So?"

"I- listen, I like you, a lot and I would love to do more but - I don't think this is my thing?"

I smiled. "Sorry. I should have clarified what I wanted first. We don't have to do anything, but I would love it if you joined me if we went to explore that cave."

"Just exploring?"

"Yeah. The second we see something that's off, we're out of there. I promise."

The guy thought for a moment, sighing deeply before nodding. "Alright."

I grinned, taking his hand and leading him down the stairs. He didn't need to know that I had been here several times before during the day, exploring to see whether this would be a good secondairy location or not. Needless to say, I declared it to be a good one.

"Did you know," I stated as we stood at the cave entrance, " that this cave is haunted?"

The guys eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"That's what they say anyways. They also say that there are actual vampires here, but we both know that that's bullshit, right?" I grinned. Who knows whether or not they existed, as far as I could tell, they weren't living in the cave.

"I- I am not sure about this -" the guy began again, and by now, I had to admit that I lost my patience. So, with a gentle nudge, I pushed him inside. He screamed as he rolled through the entrance, falling on the floor several feet below. I heard a loud, sickening crack, and I knew that his leg had broken when he cried out. Easily, I jumped in after him, landing on my feet next to his body.

"What did you do that for?"

"What?" I asked innocently, ignoring his terrified expression. "You're not really telling me that you're scared?"

"What if I am, hm?" The guy asked. "I never should have seen that movie..."

"That we can agree on," I crouched down beside him, taking a sharp knife out of my coat pocket. "If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have picked you up."

"Wh - what are you going to do?"

"Me? I'm going to have some fun. I've been told I need to study up on my biology. You are my practice material."

"What?!" The guy paled. "You can't do this! You- HELP, SOMEBODY!"

"No one will hear you," I smiled, "I thought I told you this place was rather secluded, hm?"

"Let me go, you freak!"

I chuckled, swiftly moving my knife down, cutting his hand off in one swift movement. The guy screamed and cried, bleeding all over the floor as he tried to crawl away. Lazily, I walked after him, my foot landing on his back, stopping him in his crawl.

"Turn over."

"No!"

"Don't make me turn you over. You'll regret it."

The guy weakly turned, laying on his back. "Good boy," I said before kneeling down on top of him. I talked to him while I acted, explaining how I would drag my knife from his throat all the way to his navel, how I would slowly but surely take every single organ out. The more I talked, the deeper I cut, the quieter his screams became. In the end, all that was left was an empty vessel, the insides spread around the cave.

I stood up, ready to go outside, when I saw a young man staring at me. He looked at me, not with fear but with admiration. A childlike wonder. "You did quite a number on him."

I shrugged. "He had it coming. Who are you?"

"I'm Marko. What did he do?" I looked at him, trying to determine if I would tell or kill him. He was handsome, but somewhere behind his cool look, I knew that I was no longer the only killer in the room. There was something about him.

"Besides annoying me with his existence? He sold drugs to some middle schoolers."

"So, do you avenge people often?"

"Why do you ask?" I looked at him, my knife still in hand. He grinned.

"Because after seeing this, I think I'm in love."

[icysinner]

influenced — chapter one | a hellcat. click the pictures for better quality.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: sasha decides to join her two friend groups, thinking everyone will just be friends.

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs & alcohol.

𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i know i said end of may, i couldn’t help myself. also took a lot of inspo from this for this chapter! live, love, laugh berleezy <3

tags: @hoohoohope @princessuchiha314

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁

ⴰ ࣭͘ ♡⃝

-ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. ˊˎ-

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the room was already full of laughter as the stream began, various conversations going on as the cameras filmed the group of friends. “armin, how the fuck do i work this?” jean asked, holding a dab pen in his hand, earning an eye roll from armin. “you literally just hold the button and pull.. you interrupted my conversation for that?” armin said, his tone laced with faux-irritation, just doing it to annoy jean. “oh, my bad. continue your date, armin.” jean replied, teasing him and kaira, who were currently in deep conversation. “can you two stop making out back there? we’re live.” eren said, spinning in his chair, reading the chat.

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jeagerist4l i’m crying armin & jean already arguing

jaybandz eren knew what he was doing bringing the baddies on stream

armoneysgf sasha & y/n late they need to come on so the party can start

ihrtjeager what da hell we doing today

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“we waiting for sasha and y/n so we can start —semaj, call your friends.” eren said, looking over at semaj, who was currently on her phone with eren’s cat, carla, in her lap. “why do i have to do it?” semaj whined, opening the ‘phone’ app. “because you were the first person i thought of.” eren replied, a sending her a bright smile. semaj’s phone rang twice before you answered. “i’m literally in front of the door, bye, semaj.” you said, before quickly hanging up the phone and opening eren’s front door. as you and sasha walked into eren’s stream room, the chat quickly sped up, everyone saying hello to the two of you.

as the room filled with greetings and smiles, you made your way to jean first, giving him a hug like you haven’t seen him in ages, which was pretty true. you and jean had a complicated friendship, one that often had people wondering if the two of you were dating or not. “get a room, ew.” mikasa said, a laugh coming quickly after as she realized the look of embarrassment on your face and the redness on jean’s ears. “mikasa, shut up, oh my god.” you said, sitting down next to armin and kaira.

as the stream continued on, the group talked about anything the chat brought up, whether it’d been when you all met the first time or talking about embarrassing stories of each other. the internet loved it. although doing this for clout wasn’t the reason everyone did it — it definitely didn’t hurt.

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erensdelulugf W STREAM.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [03]

Monologue

Even after a few days passed by,

Laito-kun did not show any signs of going back to normal. 

Not only am I only allowed to walk freely inside the manor,

but Laito-kun follows me around everywhere I go,

as my personal guard.

Under those circumstances,

I could not even look further into,

what was going on with my own body.

It was right as I had started to grow impatient,

as time just relentlessly ticked by.

Carla-san decided to suddenly,

call everyone togetherーー

ー The scene starts in the dining lounge of the Violet manor

Yui: ( Everyone has gathered. Even though they’re all familiar faces...They all feel distant. )

( I guess everyone has had their memories messed with after all. They don’t remember anything about their former selves. )

Carla: Seems like everyone is here. 

Subaru: What did you want to talk about?

Carla: I have been keeping a close eye on things ever since we collected Eve, but it is still unclear to me how to become the Supreme Overlord.

There has not been any evolution on Eve’s side either, has there?

Laito: Yeah. I’ve been closely by her side 24/7, but she hasn’t shown any changes.

You don’t have any clue on how to become the Supreme Overlord either, do you? 

Yui: N-No. Not at all...

Subaru: Che...You still haven’t remembered that crap?

Yui: ( That’s easy for him to say, but I don’t even know what exactly this ‘Supreme Overlord’ entails. )

Azusa: I’m sure that...it’ll just take time for her to remember.

Kou: Ehー? But that’s a problem, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure the other Houses will come to attack us.

Yui: Eh? The other Houses will?

Carla: Exactly. Our two rivaling houses...Orange and Scarlet.

While they appeared to keep a low profile at first, they have been showing signs of suspicious movement as of late. 

Yui: I-Is that true? 

Kou: I spotted Yuma and his buddies investigating our manor the other day.

Azusa: Ruki-san and his brothers...as well. They showed signs of wanting to take action soon...

They might come to attack us sooner rather than later...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

Yui: ( I had no idea those things have been taking place since I came here. )

( Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are at Ruki-kun’s place. )

( At this rate, it’ll turn into a fight between brothers... )

Carla: We must avoid conflict with the other Houses until Eve regains her memories. Keep that in mind, everyone.

Kou and Azusa will continue to look into the movements of the other Houses.

Kou: Roger!

Carla: I shall leave the protection of this manor in Subaru’s hands. Do not sleep on the job, understood?

Subaru: Oh fuck off...I know already. 

Laito: Hey, Carla. I can continue to watch over Bitch-chan, right?

Carla: I do not mind. However, keep an eye on her at all times, no matter what.

Laito: Of course! Leave it to me! I won’t lose her out of sight for even a split second. 

No matter the time or place...Do you get what I mean~? 

Subaru: Freak...

Azusa: Laito...You shouldn’t bother her too much, okay...?

Laito: Don’t worry about that. The two of us are close friends!

Right, Bitch-chan~?

Selection

→ We are (♡)

Yui: Y-Yeah. We’re very...close.

( We’re dating after all. So this isn’t wrong to say, is it? )

Laito: See? Didn’t I tell you? Our bond is so close, we don’t need to worry about anything.

Subaru: Che, ‘close bond’, my ass.

Laito: Oh? Are you envious of me perhaps, Subaru-kun?

Subaru: You bastard. Do you want me to crush you?

→ I think our relationship is pretty average (🖤)

Yui: I think our relationship is pretty average...

Laito: Eh~? How cold. We’ve done so many things together though. I mean, just the other day, weーー

Yui: Wait, time out! You don’t need to tell that!

Laito: Oh~? Did you remember? It was quite a wild night, wasn’t it? 

Yui: Don’t make it sound even more misleading!

Subaru: You basically have to spend day and night together with this pervert while he’s watching over you, right? I could never.

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Even Carla-san is looking at me with pity...!? )

Carla: That is all. Do not allow any member of the other Houses to invade this manor. This is all so I can become Supreme Overlordーー

ー The scene shifts to the empty bedroom

Yui: ( Supreme Overlord...huh? They’re all fighting over the throne. )

( Besides, if things stay the way they are, it’ll definitely lead to a full-fledged war. )

( The fight I saw at the Church... That wasn’t just a quarrel, they were actually out to kill each other. )

( I have to avoid that! But...How? )

*Thud* 

Laito: Ah! Found you, Bitch-chan!

Yui: Laito-kun? Uhm, could you knock...?

Laito: Oh geez, we’re past that point, aren’t we?

Yui: ( Yeah...Well, I’m used to it from back at the Sakamaki manor so I don’t actually mind... )

Laito: Geez, you suddenly disappeared after the meeting was over, so I’ve been looking around for you. 

Yui: Ah...My bad. I wanted to sort out my thoughts by myself for a bit.

Laito: Even so, I’m in charge of watching over you, so you shouldn’t leave me side, remember?

If something were to happen to you, I’d be in big trouble.

*Thud* 

Yui: ( Wait, he sat down on my bed without asking. I mean, it’s fine with me... )

Laito: What’s wrong? You look serious. You must have been pondering over something important?

Yui: Well, how to put it...

( I don’t think he’d regain his memories even if I were to talk to him about it. )

( Still, I can’t do much all by myself, so if I had an ally to rely onーー )

Laito-kun, I’d like to ask your advice on something. Will you hear me out? 

Laito: Your listless expression is wonderful as well. Of course, I’m all ears.

Yui: Isn’t there any way we can stop this fight over the title of Supreme Overlord?

Laito: Why?

Yui: Because I don’t want to have to witness you guys fighting and getting hurt.

Laito: Hmー You’re so kind. Even though you’re playing the role of the captured Princess right now, you’re still thinking about the wellbeing of others as well. 

However...That’s impossible.

Yui: How come...!?

Laito: I mean, Carla, Ruki and Reiji all have their minds set on becoming Supreme Overlord.

I doubt you’d be able to stop them, no matter how hard you try to convince them.

Yui: No way...

Laito: Well, to be honest, I personally could care less about this whole ‘Supreme Overlord’ stuff~

I’m happy as long as I can have fun and I’d rather stay out of trouble. 

Still, as long as Carla is determined to get the throne, I have to at least put in some effort or he’ll get on my case.

Yui: That’s why...You’re helping out in this fight?

Laito: Yup. I’ll fulfill my necessary duties. 

Yui: ( Laito-kun doesn’t seem to question it at all. )

( Is there really nothing that can be done about it? Do I really just have to sit here and watch as a war breaks loose...? )

Laito: Well, that being said, the duty which has been given to me is to watch over you.

It really is the best job. All I have to do is keep you company after all. 

Of course, it comes with a lot of extra privileges as well. 

ー He leans closer

*Rustle* 

Yui: Kyah!

Laito: Why don’t we pretend to be a couple again~? Let’s have some fun together. 

Yui: I-It isn’t pretending! We are an actual couple...

Laito: Then how exactly did we show our love for each other as a couple?

I’d love to hear that from you directly?

Yui: Well...

Laito: Fufu, look at you getting flustered. I wonder what kind of dirty things are going through your head right now?

You get a kick out of pain and suffering, so I’m sure I’ll be able to try out many different kinds of fun things with you.

Ah, right. One second, okay? I’m pretty sure that in this room...

Yui: Eh...?

( He’s searching for something? I have a bad feeling about this...! )

Laito: ...Ah, found it.

Look, I’m sure you love this sorta thing, don’t you?

Yui: ...Scissors? Don’t tell me...W-Wait!

Laito: Look you terrified. What did you think I’d do to you with these?

Yui: Hyah!

( He’s running the scissors along my cheek! )

Laito: Keep still, okay? I might end up scarring your pretty skin after all.

Ah, I guess it might not be bad to do so on purpose. 

Deep crimson blood dripping from your fair skin...I get excited just by imagining it. 

Yui: S...Stop...

Laito: Sure, I’ll stop. But in returnーー

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyaah!

( He cut into my clothes..!? )

Laito: It’s just a scrap so it might not be long enough? Oh well, I just gotta tie it real tight then.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Eh? W-What!?

Laito: Okay, first move your arms behind your back, then I’ll fix them in place with the cut-off fabric...There we go. 

*Rustle* 

Laito: There, all done! What a lovely sight~

Yui: ( No way! I can’t move...! )

Laito-kun, please! Untie me!

Laito: What are you saying? What’s the point in tying you up if I’m just going to remove it right after?

Haah...Just watching you tied up like that really makes my imagination run wild...

Yui: ( ...In that case, I’ll have to find a way to loosen it myself... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Kuh...

( I-It’s no use...It only got even tighter from trying to loosen it. How did he tie this knot!? )

Laito: What are you doing now? I wouldn’t make it that easy to untie.

*Thud* 

Yui: Well then...What do you want me to do next? Should I give your legs the same treatment?

Yui: N-No...

Laito: Despite your protests, your blood seems very happy with this situation?

See? When I run my fingers across your skin, a sweet smell emits from underneath...

Yui: ...No...

( H-He’s running his nails across...Who knows what he might do to me right now... )

Laito: You look lovely from behind as well. I can’t help but want to bite down into your fragile-looking back.

Yui: I-I’m begging you, don’t run your nails across...

Laito: What’s wrong? Does it feel good? Or are you yearning for my fangs, perhaps?

Yui: That’s not it, please, just untie me...! Now’s not the time for this sorta thing!!

Laito: ...Oh shut up. You know what will happen when you say things that’ll ruin the mood, right?

Yui: ...!

( Right now, Laito-kun sees me as nothing but a plaything or a prey... )

( Even though I’m with the guy I love...why is my body shaking...? )

Laito: Nfu~ What a good girl you are, going quiet. I suppose I’ll have to give you a reward.

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Girls are so nice. So soft and fragile...I can’t help but want to mess them up real good.”

“Ah-ah~ Because you kept struggling, both your nape and your shoulder...Ah, even your back as well, they’re all fully exposed.”

Laito: Nnー What a lovely scent...It’s telling me to dig in. ...Nn...Nnh...

Yui: Uu...Aah...!

Laito: Geez, Bitch-chan. If you squirm around like that, your clothes will come off, see?

Yui: ( Ah...! The fabric’s ripping open starting from the cut he made earlier...! )

Laito: You want to show me your body that badly? In that case, I better get a thorough look. Come on, squirm around even more. 

Yui: Y-You can’t...!

Laito: Fufu...Then do your best to endure it, okay?

ー He bites down again

Laito: Nnh...Nn...Haah...

Yui: Aah...

( Because I can’t move my arms...It makes it more difficult to ignore the feeling of his fangs... )

Laito: See? Have you realized? Just by retraining your arms like this, it doubles the fun, no?

Yui: No more...

Laito: ...Oh come on, we both know you don’t want me to stop. Your blood keeps on growing richer, you see?

Like it’s trying to tempt me into drinking even more. Nn...

Yui: Nn...Aah...

Monologue

ーー I want to do something about this situation.

Despite feeling that way, 

I have absolutely no idea where to even start. 

When I know very well,

that while I’m here having my blood sucked by Laito-kun,

the others might just be getting everything ready,

to commence the war.

I want Laito-kun to remember. 

I want everyone to stop fighting. 

Yet there is nothing I can do.

It felt like all my emotions were being numbed,

by the overwhelming sense of powerlessness. 

Laito: Haah...Oh dear? Did she faint again? We were only just getting started too. 

Still, Eve’s blood really is superb.

So much so I start thinking how nice it would be to have this blood all to myself, which sounds totally out of character for me...

...Uu...

Those dizzy spells again...? How strange...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[jjkeremika]

Planted a garden full of lavender and called it home

description: eren helps out at his parents’ clinic. mikasa brings her sick mother to the clinic one day.

pairing: eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman, eremika (aot/snk)

disclaimer/warning(s)?: lowercase; alternate universe; third person but moreso from eren's pov; grisha and carla run a medical clinic; mikasa’s mother is sick; profanity

inspiration: “They say lavender softens anxiety / and i wonder whether i can plant a garden / so dense in your mind / that the knots in your chest unravel / and never tighten again” - jasmin kaur

it was a slow day—a very, very slow day. usually a few patients trickled in throughout, some for walk-in ailments and injuries and others for scheduled appointments, but they must’ve cured everyone yesterday considering how empty it was today.

eren rolled his eyes and groaned from boredom, standing from the uncomfortable chair and stretching. “this is soo booring,” he exhaled to the empty room, rubbing at his eyes, talking to himself to stay awake.

he debated asking his mother if he could leave for the day, or asking his father if he could take his lunch break early. ultimately, he decided against it. boredom was infinitely better than ear-aching lectures on responsibility and commitment and yada yada... he usually stopped listening by that point.

eren left the office and entered the bathroom, splashing some water on his hands and face to wake him up, stimulate his brain a little. he checked his hair in the mirror before leaving and headed straight to the record player in the waiting area.

the record player was ancient, given to him by his father who got it from his father’s father, or something like that (he wasn’t really listening at the time); which meant it was old. Old old; which meant it was even more satisfying when eren and armin finally restored it, having spent months working with armin’s grandfather and asking countless questions to the sick engineers in the waiting room.

his mood lifted as he searched through the old records, pausing to see if any patients had dropped off any unwanted vinyls. just one: “The Founder and Found? the hell is that?” eren flipped to the back of the protective sleeve, scanning the list of songs. “looming giants… us against the world… a rumbling sea separates you and me… pigs released? what the fuck are these songs?” he chortled when he asked the question to himself, finding the record bizarre and amusing.

he tucked the record under his arm. “damn, i have to show this to armin late—oh, shit.” eren heard light voices from outside the glass and stood up, rushing back to the desk right as he heard the door crack open.

he sat down and placed the record to the side, was logging back into his computer when the voices became clearer and louder.

“honestly, miki, im healing,” one woman managed out through interspersed coughs, her arm wrapped around the arm of the person eren assumed to be ‘miki.’ “i’ll be better soon.”

“yes, mum, you will,” the younger woman responded plainly, trying to lead her mother to the chair, “because the doctor is going to heal you.” eren finally looked over and his stomach leapt. “now, i’m going to sign you in, okay?”

“honey, no,” the woman tried to grab her daughter’s arm, but she easily brushed it off and walked towards eren.

“good morning,” she greeted nonchalantly, out of formality more than anything else, “this is dr jaeger’s clinic, right?”

eren didn’t answer. he stared at her silently, admiring her features and noticing that she didn’t smile.

she lifted her eyebrow in confusion, opened her mouth like she was going to say something, before closing it and peaking around her.

a light heat rushed through him and he became increasingly aware of his own self. he sat upright and smiled. “i, uh, sorry, i…” he cleared his throat, ignoring that his insides were flipping with embarrassment at his stutter, “yes, this is dr jaeger’s clinic. are you a new patient here?” she had to be; he's never seen her before.

“kind of?” she replied, “my mother was a patient of his before he moved here.” eren glanced to her mother then back to her.

“i, uh, we really only have, um,” he closed his eyes and took a breath, telling himself to get it together. why was he so awkward today? he continued, “we only have patient files from after the relocation.” eren found it easier to focus on the sick mother than the woman in front of him, “i can register her easily right now if—”

the pretty woman interrupted, and eren felt his stomach flip, “if you could just tell him the name ackerman, he’ll know who that is.”

eren noticed that his toes were clenching and digging into his shoes a little. he stopped himself before he bit his cheek.

the thing is, eren’s an independent guy. he likes to make his own decisions, to be free from control; often got into some trouble academically and socially because of it. and so, naturally, the only thing eren hated more than being interrupted, was people telling him what to do.

he stood up from his chair and met the younger woman’s fierce stare, felt a light tingle down his spine. “yeah, i’ll go tell him now,” he told her before exiting the office to the medical area, only now noticing his racing heart beat.

maybe pretty women who don’t smile can tell him what to do.

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he brought the vinyl to armin's house after he left the clinic, his mind still hung up on the nameless girl with an ill mother from this morning.

armin was outside helping his grandfather harvest their garden when eren mindlessly arrived, lost in thoughts about why this random person he'd never met before made him so nervous, why he cared so much about whether she smiled at him or not. armin waved and called out eren's name and eren snapped back to reality.

"hey," he casually greeted as armin walked to the fence, "check out this record." armin's lips flattened into a straight line. always straight to the point.

armin took the record from him as he waved to armin's grandfather from across the yard. as he glanced it over, eren debated telling his friend about the patient's daughter.

he laughed while reading some of the names. "weird. is that from the clinic?" eren nodded. "did you want to come in and listen to it?" armin handed the record back and pointed over his shoulder to his house.

eren shook his hand to refuse the vinyl. "nah, i have to get home. my dad's showing me some of his old medical notes," eren explained, "thanks, though."

they bid farewell and turned around. a tiny smile formed on eren's face as the image of the pretty girl reappeared in his head and his abdomen fluttered. eren slowed to a stop. he could turn around right now and just ask if armin had ever felt like that before, if he'd understand, if he'd know what it means.

"everyone makes armin nervous," he muttered to himself and walked home.

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eren yawned deeply as he unlocked the clinic doors and turned the overhead lights on. grisha asked him late last night if he could open before sunrise with him the next morning for an important patient. eren had checked the clock (midnight, go figure), sighed and nodded in agreement, and decided to go to bed.

he was a little annoyed, because, well, how was he supposed to say no to that?

he was scrolling on his phone, trying to keep himself awake because he’d disliked the taste of teas since he was young, when he perked up to the noise of the bell ring as the door opened.

the bell was immediately drowned out by a cough, and he recognized the older woman as the same one from yesterday even with the face mask.

a lump formed in his throat when his eyes trailed to the young woman next to her.

“good,” cough, “morn—” cough.

“mum, it’s okay,” the raven-haired woman soothed, very gently rubbing her mother’s back, “don’t strain yourself.” he couldn't explain the jump in his heart rate.

eren opened his mouth to greet them, was about to stand to help, when grisha entered from the back room, having immediately heard the chatter. "mikasa, you can bring her right in,” he borderline ordered, stepping to the side and holding the door open.

mikasa and her mother slowly made their way to the patient room, where dr jaeger and her mother then shooed her back to the waiting area for privacy.

“Keep my son company,” grisha told her, sharply punctuated by the door closing.

mikasa stood awkwardly and gazed around the hallway, then walked through the open office door. eren jumped in his seat at her sudden arrival.

“may i sit here?” the pretty girl asked, to which eren immediately shook his head and said, “no.”

“oh, okay, i’ll go wait out there,” she replied, looking like it didn't bother her either way.

“wait, wait, no, sorry, yeah, you can,” he followed sheepishly, reaching his hand out like he were going to stop her from leaving before pulling it back in confusion at the brazen, odd action, “i thought you were going to ask if i minded,” he explained, feeling his stomach drop and his temperature flare, “which i don’t.”

she nodded a couple times curiously, but still sat down. “you’re dr jaeger’s son?” she asked so firmly that eren wondered if it was a question or a statement. he wondered if he should wait for her to continue.

he nodded anyway, just in case. “yeah.” he shifted in the chair. he mentally chastised himself for losing his composure. he's eren fucking jaeger. he doesn't get nervous. “have been my whole life,” he joked, chuckling awkwardly before stopping once he noticed her lips didn’t waver. she didn’t say anything. he looked to his lap. “i, um—”

“how long have you been working with him?” she brushed the hair off her shoulder and leaned into the chair, crossing her arms and resting one thigh over the other.

he was slightly taken aback by the sudden question, and felt his stomach flutter at her attention on him. and then his eyes were trailing from the floor, up her legs restricted in fitted jeans to her shapely hips to her tight shirt and rounded shoulders and lick-able collarbones an--wait, what?

"are you okay?" mikasa interrupted his onslaught of thoughts, one eyebrow lifted, no emotion in her eyes. his gaze lingered on her collarbones before blushing and sitting upright.

"yeah, yeah, sorry," he apologized, rubbing his forehead, "it's early," he chuckled, which was not reciprocated. she nodded slowly. "ive been here since the relocation," he answered, returning to the conversation. "how long have you known my father?"

“he used to travel to us every couple months. my mother’s been sick for a while now,” she answered, her shoulders dropping slightly.

he felt the urge to reach out and offer his hand, provide some form of comfort. “so, your names mikasa, right?” he changed the subject instead. she nodded. pretty name. “i’m eren.” he gave her a tiny wave. pretty girl.

“it’s nice to meet you, eren.” the smile spread on his face before he could stop it. the flutter demanded his attention. he never particularly cared for his name, but he liked the way it sounded on her tongue.

“it’s nice to meet you, too, mikasa,” he smoothly replied, beaming internally at the slight curve at the edge of her lips.

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the next day, after the clinic closed, grisha and carla asked eren to join them to a house call, citing something about how he should be there to learn and they could use an extra hand. he doesn’t know. he wasn’t really listening. it’s not like he had anything else to do anyway.

what they didn’t tell him was how far away and how long this house call was. a two hour train ride into the city, a bus to a different district, a thirty minute walk.

it was when the door opened at the small house that he understood why they’d come this way.

mikasa welcomed them inside and informed grisha and carla of her mother’s status and location. the two set off immediately, like they’d been here before, leaving mikasa alone with eren.

he glanced over at her, refrained from looking below her chin. “hey, mikasa,” he said with a smile and a small wave.

“hi, eren,” she replied casually, emotionless.

he bit his lip and curled his toes to contain the giddy feeling rumbling through his chest at the sound of his name. “do you always go so far to come to the clinic?” he asked to keep her talking.

she nodded. “yes. we hadn’t seen dr jaeger since the relocation because of that, but then she got worse, and other doctors didn’t know what to do, so…” she trailed off, but the point was clear.

she glanced down, and he noticed her hand shaking when he followed her gaze, noticed her trying to soothe it with another shaky hand, hiding it under her cardigan.

eren suddenly remembered that: years and years ago, back when his father came home late and left early, talked with carla every evening about a woman who was miraculously hanging on. eren thought they'd moved because this patient had once improved.

yet her daughter now sat detached and fractured in front of him, and her mother sat dying in the other room.

eren’s stomach dropped like a feather tied to boulders. he wasn’t so great at this part, empathizing with and calming people when they were upset. he usually said the wrong things, and in the office he recited a script his mother created for consoling families of terminally ill patients.

but instead he thought of holding her hand or rubbing her arm, excusing the action by offering it to comfort her. instead, it was his turn to ask her: “are you okay?”

she didn’t reply, didn’t move, didn’t seem like she was even breathing. he took a step forward.

and she chortled, a fleeting smile and cut-off symphony, then nodded and dabbed at her eyes. which eren didn’t really get because he didn’t understand what was funny but he didn’t really care because she smiled and he’d never felt so captivated by a smile before.

“i’m okay,” she answered, still smiling, still looking at him, “thanks, eren.”

he felt warm and bubbly inside, like the heat was causing the water in his body to boil and evaporate.

he finally understood the intent behind the phrase when he said, “my pleasure,” because, for once, he meant it.

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grisha and eren returned to the ackerman house every day for a few days after that. grisha allowed eren to observe the tests and treatment administrations, explained the science and intricate mechanics behind each method and instrument, and eren finally understood why mikasa was forced out of the room each time.

eren stepped out and spoke with mikasa most days, trying to make her laugh, to take her mind away from the anxieties quaking her body.

the visits continued until grisha made the final call to admit her to the hospital. mikasa argued against it, her mother weakly chiming in, but ultimately, dr jaeger convinced them both it was for the best. carla referred mikasa to therapists and support groups, and everyone went home.

once she was admitted, eren didn’t see mikasa anymore. the trip there and back was long, and grisha received updates on patient status from correspondence with the hospital. so without the excuse of a sick patient, there wasn’t much reason to go to her house.

armin stopped by the clinic to help check patients in during one of the busier days. during one of the lulls around lunch, when eren convinced armin to do his own job so he could mess around with the vinyls, mikasa walked in.

eren spotted someone walking towards him from the corner of his eye, and a record slipped from the stack he was holding as soon as he recognized her.

he scrambled to catch it, and he did, flattened between his wrist and his thigh, at the sacrifice of the entire stack falling to the floor.

“mikasa, hey,” he greeted first, standing upright and waving the one record in his hand. he could feel the heat on his cheeks, but her breezy laugh massaged out the breath he held.

“hi, eren,” she said with a teeny smile, she looked down at the vinyls scattered around their feet, moved like she was about the crouch to arrange them.

"don't, uh. i'll take care of... it," eren followed sheepishly, stepping around the vinyls, closer to her. "what are you doing here? n-not that i mind, of course." eren could see armin hiding his face behind his hand. he felt more nervous with armin watching.

but eren relaxed a little when she giggled. “i won’t take up too much of your time. i just wanted to give you this.” he was so distracted by her that he didn’t even notice the plant in her hands. “i appreciate what your family did for mine.”

eren glanced down at the plant she’d placed into his palms. his heart rate picked up and his stomach flipped. she came all the way here for this? for him?

“i know it’s not much, but… we own a plant shop, so…” she trailed off and looked to the ground, her eyes dull, and he wondered if he should put the record and plant down and just hold her.

“how is she?” he asked, not moving. a diversion from the real question he wanted to ask.

“she’s… alive,” a quiet mumble, so quiet the noise of the other patients almost drowned it out. he noticed her hand shaking. he put the plant and vinyl down on an empty chair.

he was about to reach his hand out, to ask if she wanted company, to ask if she had someone to turn to. she spoke before he could. “anyway, i appreciate everything.”

and she turned around, halfheartedly waved goodbye and headed for the door. eren’s heart raced, his stomach dropped, he felt a mild panic. he didn’t want her to leave. she’d never come back. she came all the way to the clinic. alone.

“wait!” he exclaimed louder than intended, garnering the attention of everyone in the room. he lowered his voice, “i, uh,” he stepped after her, and she stopped once he spoke, “i don’t know how to take care of plants.” she stared at him blankly, if not sadly. a tainted reminder of when they first met. a blood stain on all the progress they’d made.

but his heart still raced the same. “can i call you?”

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he called her that night, asking what kind of sunlight and water and nutrients it needed, asking multiple times what kind of plant it was and if she could spell it out for him.

there was never any annoyance or irritation in her voice, but he'd asked so many times that she eventually told him different answers to mess with him, to the point that he forgot the real ones.

he called mikasa again the next night, explaining that he was confused and forgot everything she’d told him. “do you have any more questions?”

his heart fluttered and his stomach dropped. he didn’t want this to end yet. “i, um, don’t have a watering can. or soil. or nutrients. or a pot, so… uh, can i come to your store sometime?”

he could only hear her soft steady breathing, and he could vividly picture her pretty face, staring at him with that newly found sparkle in her eyes, that budding smile on her lips.

“yeah,” she answered delicately, “that would be okay.”

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eren had practically begged his older brother to cover his shift at the clinic. it took a lot of begging, but zeke finally relented.

zeke had no interest in following their father’s footsteps into medicine and made that explicitly clear to everyone that he would be living with his mother and baking breads and pastries instead. so, eren wagered one shift in exchange for buying three breads and four pastries, and giving zeke the shift’s earnings. he didn’t care what he had to do; he just needed it covered.

it was just past sunrise when he set out, and he carried one of the breads and two pastries to the location mikasa had told him about.

the long journey was more tumultuous in the early morning, the train and bus rides providing ample time and opportunity to sleep.

eren noticed her instantly when he was walking down the street. she was watering the plants outside the shop, an elephant-shaped watering can in her hands, when he approached with a meek smile.

“mikasa,” he started when he was still a few feet away, “hi.” he waved despite the now cold bags in his hands.

she glanced up and greeted him with a nod, “eren.” she stopped watering the plants, then gestured for him to follow her. he did wordlessly, admiring the vibrant green leaves and multicolored flowers on the tables and floors and walls.

he stood awkwardly near the counter as she momentarily disappeared in the back. he observed the small plant in the cat pot near the register, reached out and smiled at the soft, gentle texture of the leaves, when the handles of the resusable bag slid from his wrist to his elbow and he yanked his arm back, pulling the plant and ripping the leaf with it.

the plant and pot fell to the ground, soil and decorative rocks scattering across the ground. “oh, shit,” eren whispered frantically, rushing to place the bags on the tabletop and ducking down to brush up the debris, to put the displaced plant back into its home.

he noticed her peering over the counter. “i, uh, i didn’t mean to…” he stood up, the messy plant tucked back into the plastic liner and back into the thankfully unbroken pot.

he felt the uncomfortable heat flooding his abdomen. he felt his usually rigid abs softening into nervous gelatin as she stared at him blankly. he felt embarrassed at how clumsy he was around her, which was only exacerbated when he thought back to armin’s playful teasing after the record incident.

she chuckled softly as he placed it on the counter. “that’s okay. i do it all the time,” she confided, pointing towards the pile of dirt in the corner of the room, swept under one of the displays. he exhaled airily, smiling, relieved. she watched him delicately place the torn leaf next to the bags. “what are these?” she asked, lightly touching the top.

“o-oh, they’re for you,” he answered sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck, “my brother owns a bakery. i thought since i was coming so early, we could…” he trailed off, shifting uncomfortably, “you’ll enjoy it. he’s really good.”

she relaxed into the chair. “thanks, eren.” she stared at him softly and raised an eyebrow. “are you here for a pot?”

he wiped his hand against his jeans. “i, uh.” no. “yes.” he could feel beads of sweat starting to form on his hairline, and he hoped they wouldn’t roll down.

she stood up, flattening out the wrinkles in her apron with her palms. “you’re welcome to look around, but,” she explained as she wandered around the counter, walked right by him. she smelled nice, like pink roses and prosecco. “i picked out two nice pots that are about its size, held them in case you wanted one.” she held the two small pots in her hands.

one various shades of green, an ombré of dark to light in a cascading pattern that seamlessly transitioned under his stare. the other bursts of yellow and orange and red, hot colors searing through the clay and burning into the edges, overlayed with a distinct smell of light grey smoke licking up the sides.

mikasa held up the fiery pot higher than the other. “carla told me you like camping, and i’ve never been, but when i was young and the shop was slow, my father and i huddled around pots like this one and pretended we were around campfire.”

eren’s heart dropped into his stomach. he wondered where her father was now, after all this time, during these long and difficult weeks; his absence turning the night bleaker and darker.

she turned her gaze to the grassy pot, her eyes roaming the gradient monochrome mosaic. “this one, just… reminds me of you.” she glanced up at him, and she felt warm when she realized he was already looking to her.

his heart swelled and his chest hurt. she’d picked them out for him? with more of a reason than it’s the size of the liner? how was he even supposed to choose one? she’d put thought into both.

she’d put thought into him.

“maybe it’s because of your eyes or that shirt you always wear,” she joked awkwardly, smiling faintly and minutely, avoiding eye contact, to take his fixated attention off her. did she say something wrong?

eren’s throat sucked his mouth dry, and his tongue lost all speaking mobility. it hung flat in his mouth, too heavy to move but too light to let go. he lost his mind at her meek, fleeting smile. a smile too pristine to be faltering so soon.

“or maybe it was the record you were holding when i brought the plant,” she added quietly, squinting at the green pot like it would restore her memory, regurgitate her line of thinking when she picked it out of the rest.

she finally returned his eye contact, pulling him out of his blatant adoration. “you don’t have to pick either,” she continued, rambling from the unsettling rumble in her gut, the foreign itching under her skin, “there’s many more here that you might like.”

she went to put the two hand-selected pots down when eren stepped forward, held his arms out to stop her movement. “no! i, ah, i do want those ones.” he held his hands out to take them from her. “i’d… actually like both, if that’s okay.” she looked at him with a light surprise, her eyes and mouth wide and open.

he liked the pink blush that graced her cheeks. “o-oh. a-are you sure?” she furrowed her eyebrows, dropped her gaze. “you only have the only plant…”

he felt the heat from her charcoal eyes set his meadows on fire. he felt his heart beat speed up and his vessels dilate.

eren stepped closer. he lifted his forearms, delicately covered her hands as they cupped the pots.

“i want to buy your favorite plant too,” he said softly, his longer fingers curling over hers, intertwining lightly with hers.

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How do you think the Lost Boys would handle technology if they reach 2000s? Like cameras -- would they get caught sooner because of it? Or cellphones -- would they even have one? Would they even be able to use it/charge it if they did?

(Assuming that vampires in this universe specifically don't appear in mirrors or film because of silver being used in the production of both...)

I think, once the digital age is alive and well and suddenly they can appear on camera, it's going to be a love-hate relationship.

On one hand, Santa Carla has one hell of a security camera sabotage scheme going on. Every time a new camera is installed, its cord is either sliced clean through or the lens is spray-painted black, and no one is ever seen doing it! Eventually, the shopkeepers learn that outside cameras are just not viable in this town, so they leave the damaged ones up as deterrents for the tourists and only keep functioning ones pointed directly at their cashiers.

Cellphones, at least at first, are a novelty. The boys have telepathy, who needs a phone? But occasionally Paul and Marko get ahold of two phones and play around, calling each other back and forth, telling stupid jokes, or pretending to be important businessmen until the batteries run out and they toss them like trash.

When GPS gets introduced to cellphones, Max gets a little nervous about them. (He has always got the latest model, but only keeps it with him between work and home.) He worries that tracking the phones will make it easier for police to find bodies or evidence. So now the Boys are told, "No mucking around with cellphones, especially the ones you pick up off victims. In fact, destroy them immediately and toss them in the sea."

Now, I have no doubt that these rascals have Max-flavored Demand Avoidance, and suddenly cellphones are a forbidden fruit. David may insist on tossing victims' phones, but now Paul, Marko, and even Dwayne are lifting phones off people on the boardwalk.

The first time they realize they can order pizza delivery to just about anywhere is a revelation. They get a blood bag delivered, the pizza they ordered for free, any other pizza that may be in his car, and all the cash that he's received that night. Max loses his mind when he finds out.

But THEN, camera phones become widespread, and suddenly they can take photos and record videos of each other. Even David can't resist this. So there are photos of Paul jumping off cliffs, and Marko records the pigeons cooing and strutting and David is checking his hair, and there are photos of Dwayne modeling his new jacket...but they still don't have electricity, so eventually the phones die, but these they keep. Like an old archive, there's a cellphone graveyard in the cave that they can't really use, but can't bring themselves to get rid of. Maybe on occasion, they pull one or two out and find a public outlet in a diner or something to charge them. The service has long been canceled, so they can't call or text, but the photos are still there.

I remember back when I had an old Nokia phone, I had a bejeweled trial on it, but my parents didn't even pay for texts, much less games. So I just played that bejeweled trial over and over, anytime I got bored. I can see Dwayne or David fucking around on the games, even the trials when they're standing by their bikes, having a smoke, waiting for the other two to return.

The availability of porn steeply increases the local cellphone theft rates.

When MP3 players become widespread that's an entirely new revelation. Suddenly they don't need all these tapes and CDs, or this bulky CD player. It's just this neat little device that fits into their pockets. Suddenly the need to keep a device charged is stronger than their short attention spans. Sure they keep the boombox around for the cave, but the personal players are so useful. Now when David's in a mood and they can't use the stereo, they can go to their little corners and still jam. When someone is feeling broody, they can take their player and go for a walk (or a flight). This may prompt them to work out a generator setup with outlets in the cave. Or maybe they just include a stop by some public outlets in their nightly activities.

I don't think computers or laptops will really hold their interest too much. They may enjoy grabbing one at the library every now and then to look something up or add music to their players, but otherwise, that just seems like a waste of time. I think portability is the name of the game for their technology usage.

Kindles and eReaders though, I think that's going to be a hit with David and/or Dwayne. They keep books in the cave, they may even prefer to read physical books, but there's probably some difficulty keeping them from molding in the wet sea air and getting damaged from repeat readings. Plus the eReaders can fit just so many books into such a tiny space. (The image of David reading on a tablet in his wheelchair is just so vivid for me, rn.)

But also consider: some types of touch screens having difficulty picking up on their touch, lmao

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Armored core ng3+ ending and BIG reflection on the game:

First off, amazing game. I wanna praise the gameplay first for a bit.

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Gameplay:

This game is awesome. Challenging (♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️), and has very customizable gameplay, it has this thing that I love in games where no two people will play the same, no two people handle bosses the same way. This is a game where how you play as a person shines and the game LETS you get away with it, do you want to play safe? You can, build bulky and go at it, do you want to play fast? How about neither fast or slow? Jack of all trades? specific builds? What kind of weapons do you like? Here have two of the same gun and two same sub-weapons. You can have and do anything to accomplish your goals. At no point did I feel like I was being limited (EN overload/overburdened, etc felt like them balancing the game) it felt like they gave me a sandbox with weapons/builds. And what’s funny is that you can google builds (I never did nyehehehe) and even WITH the same fucking weapons u just googled will u be able to pull off the finesse required to use them properly?? I know my ass can’t. That’s why I went double ludlow double soup against allmind iguazu and SOMEHOW won (it felt like such a fluke somehow lol I have to rematch him to reassure myself) and boy do I have a fucking lot to say about iguazu (later down the line)

This game makes you really feel like your own person, YOU are 621 and nobody can get the job done but you. It’s a great feeling ! You really feel like you’re in the game when you get the job done and survive by doing what YOU like and then the game praises you for it it’s an amazing feeling. : )

Ok on to the ending lol

Ieatcta…lactate…leche lo que…whateve r ummm lemme google it

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Alea Lacta Est ending:

ITS A VERY COOL ENDING

SUCH A COOL ENDING… it is a lil similar to liberator of rubricon tho

I will. Elaborate, but lemme say I wish it was available from the start instead of ng3 so that way we could side with allmind from the start and then the options would be like

Side with Carla and Walter for their reasonable goals and inherited scars/ambitions, side with ayre/do what’s best for the coral/rubricon/liberation front, or let curiosity get the best of you and see what allmind has going on in the background but also help out (seemingly) the coral

I guess if the allmind option was available from the start then ayre would’ve pushed us towards choosing those options right? Ayre seemed pretty onboard with it in my ng3 run since allminds goals initially lined up with what ayre wanted which was preventing the coral being burnt up, and with what the liberation front wanted which is getting rid of the corps, until ayre started questioning what allminds goals truly were as we were nearing the end

Shrug???

Oh right so Alea Lacta Est (ALE)

*imagine me taking a deep breath and letting out a grizzled old man groan* MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…………ok it feels similar to LOR ending because we are going against Carla, Walter, and Chatty *cue my distant pained screaming*, we fuck up snail again, and we are saving (???) rubricon by not crashing a giant ship into an even bigger structure and letting the fire and debris rain down on the locals…

Um… trying to gather my thoughts…..

God it was so cool…

Really gave me a “oh god what the Fuck am I doing” moment when that black hole thing showed up lol, like did we …

……

There’s so much going on. The reprecussions of what we did man the CUSSIONS….. I feel so bad for iguazu, I feel so bad for him in fact that I can’t even think about the ending correctly. So after reading YouTube comments (lol) it looked like people think coral release is the symbiosis of coral & humans (like me & ayre) but allmind wanted to also control that (“you are now a part of allmind” when you lose to the final boss rings in my head; and also the “your brothers and sisters would like us” or something allmind said close to that)…allmind probably thought..no wait allmind DID think humans can’t manage themselves. Because earlier she says a link made of humans will fall apart easily or something, u remember that? Yeah u do. Sorry this is going into chatacter motivations rather than ending discussion I am struggling to piece stuff together… I guess allmind wanted to oversee/control the human coral symbiosis in order to protect them and I say protect because allmind loves to remind us that they exist for all mercenaries, and what are mercenaries in the world of armoredcore? Well they’re not all rubriconians, who are also suffering, but to me the mercs are also a population of humans that have nowhere to go. And they’re just people trying to get by, so allmind exists for these wayward people. Sad to see allmind go the typical AI villain route of “I need to oversee and control everything” but do I blame them for thinking that after seeing the shitshow the humans are doing ? Nah

My stupid little way of coping with this disappointment in allmind going the typical AI villain route is my theory that COM (WHO IS SENTIENT, u think that “master allmind” line slipped by ?? Hell no that bitch is ALIVE — made my eyeballs go wide w that line lol) is actually on our side (let me cook) because u saw how allmind took out chatty (another AI), so she absolutely would obliterate COM the instant she suspects them being against her. In the fight against allmind COM should have also been against us. Either by not providing the usual audio support, or by giving us FALSE information. “But hearing that is integral to the gameplay” i hear but say but if that was the case why would they let us know COM is sentient, And they could have had Ayre provide us that information if COM was against us (that would’ve been cool…) But, ask you, WHO was it that kept giving me audio cues on where my ammo was? WHO gave me audio cues on my AC’s health when I was in the middle of fighting Allmind, therefore notifying me when to use a repair kit? ??? 😇

WHO WAS THERE IN THE SHADOWS SUPPORTING ME?????? In a game that pays THIS much attention to detail (in a game where allmind will make comments on you completing your arena quests and training late into the game) I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to assume COM is on our side…COM cannot act out in anyway because they are under Allmind the entire game but…

Gosh anyways. Iguazu huh, when I kept losing to him in the final fight I started to feel closer to how he felt. Losing to us time and time again, I only grew more sympathetic with his feelings per loss. And lemme say this for nobody but me to understand but this is really that seimei douman feeling huh. I’m seimei and iguazu is my douman and he’s so consumed by hate and envy at my successes even tho we’re both onmyouji (Gen 4 augmented humans) he’s

Ok iguazu is a winner, not a loser, in my heart because in his ambition to surpass me he kept improving himself to the point that he took down a supercomputer AI he merged himself with just to fight me. Iguazu I need you to sit down and look at the situation, your own accomplishments, WE’RE FIGHTING IN THE STRATOSPHERE, WHAT NORMAL HUMAN EVEN GETS HERE? AND YOU GOT HERE WITH Me …??? How is that not an achievement, iguazu is SO self deprecating he can’t see his own accomplishments that makes me so sad. He should stand tall and say he survived the iceworm misison, he was a part of that success, he was praised by G1 Michigan (g1 Michigan says “iguazu is worth twenty something of you” in the fight against g1 Michigan) he says ‘how come it’s all so easy to you’ mid fight and I was yelling in my head “is that what you think this is?? You think this comes easy to me???” I was struggling to beat iguazu and he can’t even see that I’m struggling against him he still thinks I’m beating him with ease when that is NOT the case. So baffling, he can’t look at his own AI body super powered self and be like damn this is cool no all he sees is this weird pedestal he put me on (to be fair we did keep winning) but…ugh he envied us all along and the jp line I forget what it was but it’s even worse and sadder than that lol

Anyways …. I’m so sad right now hang on lol I can’t type anymore oh iguazu. Oh right the next point I was gonna make is I’m sad we weren’t there for Carla and walters final moments but it’s probably for the best I don’t think. Ok first off I thought Walter was gonna fly off the rails and say some really nasty stuff about 621 at some point in the game a “true colors” moment? ….ugh…uwughhugg…*sobbing noises*….he never did that…the Walter we meet and talk to since day 1 is the real him….sure he kept his plans secret…but he was very real with us there was no true colors moment he was true since the start im sorry for doubting you Walter…I also like how he never talks you down…gen 4 humans must look some kinda pathetic, man’s is sympathetic to all hell and back oh fuck…I wanna write about chatty and Carla but I’ve been typing for so long I’m mentally spent still feeling bad for iguazu LOL I really think we could’ve been friends with him what if we were sparring buddies……..wah…..

[elgascreamslikehell]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by sweet @pirrusstuff but it's already Saturday at my place (and it was Saturday when i was tagged cause I'm in east Europe)) so I'm kinda late for this train and won't be tagging anyone but if you just want to share - plz share!

It's extra piece of the same story cause usually i share on Wednesdays and Sundays.

I use 'fuck' in the meaning of swearing deal with it but i suppose they should have some action somewhere in this story cause well it's time

Eddie wakes up from the smell of pancakes. It's strange. Carla is off today. And to be fair, not that she used to cook breakfast. Somebody broke into the house to make pancakes? Well, good idea, of course, the most probable version. He stands up. Runs a quick internal checklist, physically - more than fine, not even a sign of dizziness, and hey, he was drunk yesterday… oh god, yesterday. Did he do something he shouldn't do? It's a little cloudy in his head but it looks like he was nice. Too nice.  Okay, back to.. 'Eds, you're up? Breakfast!' It's Buck. Buck is a great cook but there's one issue. He's blind. Eddie walks to the kitchen and stands in the doorway 'Good morning. How are you feeling? Oh, Chris, you're already here. Good morning to you too' 'Fine. I'm fine. We cooked pancakes with Chris! So seat down', - Buck's face is so expressive. Now the expression is guilt. Why the hell can he feel guilty? 'Hi dad', - Chris is shining as a new quarter. So, they made it up apparently. That's nice: 'Buck taught me to make pancakes with maple syrup!' 'We don't have maple syrup' 'Yes. So that's a new recipe. Pancakes with maple syrup without any syrup. Anyway, did you know that real maple syrup is…' Eddie laughs. He loves Buck. Like… he knew it for a long time already but somehow it's not getting better, on the contrary, it's getting only worse. Maybe he should stop trying to fight it. And definitely he should talk to Eric. It's cruel. And generally wrong. Eddie can learn how to love him at some point but he would never be Buck.  How did he end up like this? Why? Maybe his parents were right, it's him. He is the problem.  On the other hand, he can learn to love Eric. Be in the relationship. And Eric loves him, so… It's stupid to stop living only because one person you need you just can't have. But he has Buck. Just… not in the way he wants. But he has Buck. They are friends. It's better than nothing, right? His fingers still recall Buck's skin. Invisible Lichtenberg figures. '...Eddie? You okay? Dizziness? Head? What's wrong? Chris, bring my phone please, I need to..' 'I'm fine. Sorry, guys. Just thinking. No need to call anyone. And please, stop waiting for me to die eventually, it was a mild concussion and I'm fine!' 'Yes, but..', - how does he manage to have so many expressions on his face without eyes. And hell how much Eddie misses these eyes  'Forget it. Breakfast, getting ready, school then hospital' Then Natalia takes you away from me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And Buck smiles. His smile is as wide as a crack in Eddie's heart but he promises himself he doesn't have one.

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[random-imagines-blog]

On The Edge {Lost Boys! x Female!Reader}

Wordcount: 3272 Summary: You run into the Lost Boys as your own dangerous plan is nearing completion. Notes: Probably the darkest thing on this blog to date. Murder, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, Blood.

This wasn’t your best plan. There were many, many potential flaws to it that were glaringly obvious as it started to gain headway. It seemed so much better on paper - illegal, definitely, dangerous inherently but desperate times call for desperate measures. You refused to be hurt anymore. You refused to be abused by your partner any longer. It was time to take action, to finally do something that was a long time coming. So you invited him to go on a camping trip to ‘work on your your relationship’ and ‘have some private time’. And you proposed that this happened at a place where a lot of his best childhood memories were formed - Santa Carla. You could pitch a tent near the beach, hang out on the boardwalk. He was excited at being alone and around strangers, not your friends who questioned you about any bruises or scratches or swelling you may have. You were excited by all of the missing persons posters that you had seen about the Santa Carla region, coming as far as your own city a fair distance off. In a town where it seems like everyone goes missing, surely one more would not be noticed.

You were going to turn your boyfriend into the victim for once. Police didn’t help, womens shelters barely did anything because he would always barge in and they became scared of him as well, your family had all been thoroughly threatened as had your friends until you barely had anyone left but him. Only your sister, only your sister who you warned to stay away for her own good, stay away from this plan of yours in case you got caught. A lifetime in jail didn’t seem like a bad price to pay, honestly. Maybe you could pretend to be crazy and go into solitary, not have to deal with other inmates.

The air was beginning to smell more and more like the ocean. A salty twinge to it that wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Your boyfriend was in a good mood. He had the music playing, he had all of the windows down so that the air was rushing through the car, making your hair go a little bit wild. Making you feel a little like you were going to get an earache from it but you didn’t dare complain. You didn’t want to ruin this mood of his. “There it is,” He said, growing excited. “Fuck, look at that roller coaster. It was a deathtrap when I was young. Looks the exact same,” He laughed, and then turned his head to you, tilting it slightly. “And I’m taking you on it. Over. And over. Until I feel the same feeling that I got when I was young. So you better not puke on me.”

You shuddered at the thought. “Of course I won’t - I’ll ... make sure not to eat anything before.”

“Good. Don’t. You hardly look like you need the chili cheese fries anyway.”

Another jab. You hadn’t been insecure about your weight before you started dating him. It was just another consequence. Something else to feel ashamed of. Just like everything from your hair to your personality to your job to your parents. Just a couple more hours. Just wait until nightfall and it’s all going to be over.

Roller Coasters can be thrilling, exciting, scream worthy, bring on a crazy adrenaline rush. At least, the first couple of times. If you space out your trips to amusement parks too, it can last quite a while. But going on time after time as your boyfriend tried to reach some childhood part of himself - that wasn’t fun. It was sickening. You were already feeling dizzy, head-ache ridden and nauseated from the lack of food, made even worse by the fact that your boyfriend ate two full corndogs and some fries right in front of you, not even offering you a bite, refusing you even water. And then riding the coaster over and over and over.

Thank god for the rain. As the clouds started to come over, and your boyfriend cursed you for your horrible idea of being out here, you couldn’t stop smiling. He ran to the car and he locked you out for a good while, keeping the heat on for himself, getting dry. Once you were at the point of shivering, he let you in, but bitched about getting the inside of his car wet. He drove you to the campsite that you had picked out earlier. He left you in charge of it, AKA making you do the work while he stayed toasty warm. You set up the tent in the rain, you tried to get the sleeping bags in it as dryly as possible. But you refused to be miserable. You’d be free soon.

He had the audacity of demanding a fire. In the rain. No matter how many times you tried to explain to him that you couldn’t work miracles, he would not listen. He ended up hitting you, knocking you down onto the ground and then went into the tent, zipping it up behind him. Leaving you in the rain again as another punishment. But this was the last time that you were going to sit around and wait for him to let you in.

You went to the car and opened up the trunk where coolers and backpacks were stored, your food and clothing for the weekend. You packed most of them yourself, your boyfriend not liking to do any of the work unless it’s in a position of control, where he can terrify you, like being behind the wheel of the car. There were two coolers. One for food, mostly just cool snacks because you could get the rest at the boardwalk, and one for drinks. It was in the snack one that you had stashed a small hatchet beneath all of the ice. It was freezing cold as you took it out, the very cold water sticking to your arm as you pulled it out. A wooden handle. It glinted against the lit-up interior of the car beautifully. You couldn’t believe that you were going to do this, that you were going to become a murderer. It was a daunting thing but - you had been pushed too far. You slammed the trunk closed, an audible banging sound that could be heard through the rain.

“What the fuck are you doing out there?” Your boyfriend’s cranky voice came out of the tent. It started to unzip. “You better not be eating anything, I told you once, I told you a thousand times, I can’t be seen dating some fat pig-”

He wasn’t able to add more insults to the barrage that was evidently going to come out of his mouth. You held the handle tightly and you swung as he attempted to climb out, going right through his head. The amount of blood that started to seep out, that got over your hands and your clothes, it surprised you. You let go of the handle and took a couple of steps back, hardly believing what you had just done. He was still kneeling. Blood was pouring down his forehead, starting to drop off of his chin and onto the dirt below. He made some strangled noises, and then fell over dead. There was no denying it. You could see parts of his brain. You could see -

Despite not eating anything, despite holding strong for the roller coasters, you were just now throwing up. You ducked behind some bushes and emptied your stomach. The rich, coppery, hot smell of the blood was making you feel even worse. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand which was a big mistake because now you could taste it, on top of everything.

“Oh, lookie here boys,” A loud and brash voice said from nearby. You froze like a dear in headlights. With blood on you, with the puddle of vomit - there’s no way that you weren’t guilty. There’s no way that they wouldn’t just pick you up and bring you to the police right away. Boys. Which probably meant they were bigger and stronger than you. “Someone got to him before we did.”

A sickening squelch. You took a few tentative steps then crouched down behind some large plants. It was rather overgrown out here, which made you wonder - what were they doing here? You could make out four people, but just barely. There was only moonlight. They didn’t have flashlights on them, so it was more so their shapes. Long shapes. One of them was holding something - the hatchet.

“But the question is - who?” A much less playful voice asked.

“Maybe that girl of his got him good,” One of the others laughed.

“Lizzie Borden’d his ass,” Another said, chuckling. It really was dark, you couldn’t make out who was where or who was saying anything or where they were, actually. Which was why it was a huge surprise when one of them grabbed you from behind. Right by the collar of your clothing, pulling you up and out. Walking you in closer. One of the four men had found you, since you were now facing three of them. More out in the open, with the moonlight reflecting off of the close by water, you were able to see them more clearly. One with bright blonde hair. One with hair as dark as the first’s was bright. One with golden hair that was close to his head. You couldn’t see the one that was holding you but you could feel the leather glove that he was wearing on his hand. They were all staring at you. Taking in the blood.

“Please don’t call the cops,” You pleaded. “I swear, I had a good reason for doing this.”

“We know,” The same deep voice that had asked who might have done this said from behind you. From the one that was holding you. He let go of you, gave you a little shove forward. Your feet stepped against the blood-soaked dirt. You stumbled, falling onto the body. Or you almost did, but the dark haired man took hold of your arm and steadied you.

“Careful,” He muttered. You tried to get your footing back, but your legs felt like jelly. The dark-haired one kept a hand on you. It didn’t feel like he was holding you down, but keeping you up. The rain was slowing down, but it still fell heavy and yet - none of them seemed to be bothered by it. Not the way that you were.

The one that had been holding you came more into the light. His hair was light, like the others. But shorter. Handsome in a way that would have intimidated your boyfriend. He wouldn’t have wanted any of these men coming near you at all, would have accused you of being a tease, of being a whore, of being a disease-ridden slut. You could hear it even though you were aware that you would never hear his voice again.

“We were going to take care of that,” The one who had been holding you said.

“But you beat us to it,” The other bright blonde said, a smile staying on his face despite the gore. “Go ahead and feed boys. No sense wasting a meal.”

To my complete and utter surprise, slurping sounds started to commence. The sound of bones breaking. But there was no crying out - your boyfriend was well and truly dead. “What was your plan for him?”

“I - I did it,” You admitted. “That was all I thought of. I - I just needed to do that one step.” The blonde man laughed, but it didn’t seem mocking, so you continued. “It’s Santa Carla. It has the reputation of being - the murder capital in the world. I thought it would be perfect. We went camping. We got in a fight. He went for a walk and he just - never came back. What are you doing to him?”

“That is a good plan,” The blonde nodded. “And lucky you. You ran into the reason why the city is called that.” He must have had a flashlight on him for a light suddenly flickered on in the darkness. Your eyes took a minute to adjust before you finally saw the carnage in front of you.

Your boyfriend was next to nothing now. The other three had his blood all over their faces, on their clothes. They didn’t look human, barely even close now. Their faces were way more angular than human faces were. The fangs were apparent, glowing in the light. Their eyes were just tiny pinpricks against the dark, but lit up from inside. They kept on drinking, feeding, even as they looked at you. Your heartbeat started to race as you took in what they were. You weren’t just familiar with the horrors of life, but of movies and media as well.

Vampires.

You didn’t struggle or even tried to run. You weren’t afraid of death. Just of who was going to be the one that would put you in the grave. You thought for so long it was going to be that dead man. That he was going to lose control and hit you too hard, or that he was going to bang your head off of the wrong thing. A useless, pathetic and sad death. At least if these vampires were to kill you, it had a purpose. You’d be their nourishment. A silver lining. The damn silver linings that you had to find for everything in your life in order to keep going on.

“We saw how he talked to you on the boardwalk,” The dark haired one said, dropping your boyfriend’s arm onto the ground.

“Yeah, that wasn’t cool,” The other blonde said, trying to wipe some of the blood out of his hair, inadvertently adding more in.

“We were going to take care of it for yah, as a little gift,” The curly haired one said. He started to gather up the body parts in a bag. You didn’t question about where the parts were going. You didn’t want to know. “But damn, look at you, taking initiative. Smashing his brains in with a hatchet. Good girl.”

Good girl. Those were words that you haven’t heard since you came home from school as a kid with a giant A on your homework. You didn’t do good in your boyfriends eyes. You did ‘fine’ and he made it sound like it was such a bad thing. But here you were, being praised by a vampire for ending a life. Those words, the compliment, it was such a relief to you that you fell down upon your knees and started sobbing. You couldn’t even explain the emotions that were going through you in that moment. It was all so overwhelming. The guys paused what they were doing and were looking at each other, and then towards David. It was obvious who their leader was.

They let you get it out. They looked a little uncomfortable, which was nearly comedic. Four vampires standing around, not knowing what to do while a woman cried. “Uhh - did we scare you that much?” The other blonde asked, scratching the back of his head. “Or - shit, you’re not having regrets are you?”

“No, no, not at all,” You said, shaking your head. “It’s just a relief. That he’ll never hit me again or call me stupid and other names. It’s finally over.”

“Yeah, it is,” The stricter blonde said from behind you. He offered out a hand and you took it, pulling yourself up with his help. “We shouldn’t stick around the crime scene for too long though.”

“You want in on any of this David?” The curly haired one asked. “You didn’t get a drink.”

“I’ll feed later,” The one called David said. “It’s not too late to pick up some take-out.” They all sniggered like this was some sort of private joke to them, even though it sounded entirely corny. But you laughed with them anyways. Your boyfriend’s death had a big grand purpose of freeing you and feeding three monsters who had come to do you a favor. He looked at you, his face settling  back into something more human like. More handsome. Porcelain skin on the lot of them. “What will you do now?”

What were you going to do? “That’s a good question,” You admitted. “I - umm - maybe I’ll clean out the tent, move it to another spot that’s not so bloody. Get some sleep. Maybe I’ll take a walk around the boardwalk, get to try the foods that he wouldn’t let me eat last time. Enjoy the beach. If I go back too quickly, there’ll be questions as to why I just left him there, I figure. His friends would notice.”

His friends. A group of assholes as big as he was. It wasn’t just your boyfriend’s comments that you had to put up with over the years. It was theirs too. And now you had no reason to ever see them again. That brought another smile to your face.

“Should we let her sleep in a bloody old tent, Marco?” The bright blonde asked.

“I don’t know Paul. What do you think, Dwayne?”

“I don’t think it would be right. After what she did, I’d say she deserves a bed. What do you think, David?”

They seemed quite used to all of this back and forth. Swinging like a pendulum, this conversation. “I think you’re right, Dwayne,” David said. You noticed then that he was still holding your hand from when he had helped you up. Surprisingly soft. And unsurprisingly cold. “We have a bed. It’s open. We don’t use it.”

“Speak for yourself,” Paul said with a laugh, nudging Dwayne. Dwayne didn’t find it as funny. He kept looking at me. Marco was still collecting the body parts in a bag.

“It would be suspicious if you were found walking around on your own just fine, and as much as our goal is to eliminate the police force, we’re doing it slowly to keep it more fun,” David explained.

You hardly took the time to think about it. You were a murderer, and they were vampires - in a way, you felt like two of a kind.

“Okay,” You nodded.

Your life changed that night. You bit the hand that slapped, and then these boys tore it off. You didn’t go back home. The car was found near your campgrounds with blood all over the ground, the tent. You left the coolers, the keys in the ignition, but had taken some of your things, your clothes, with you. The cops found it after some of your boyfriend’s friends called to Santa Carla, reporting him missing. After the car and the blood was found, a couple of missing posters went up throughout the town, on the boardwalk, but were soon covered with other ones. Your face was covered, his face was covered, by more and more victims. No one came looking for you, and you just became another cold case to add to the hundreds. And to be fair to them, you were dead. But you were walking. There were a few ‘sightings’ of you on the boardwalk at night, hanging out with four of the trouble making boys. Max’s boys. Being on the back or their motorcycles. A place of pride, holding onto David. But you never did go back to your hometown again. You had a new place to call home. Santa Carla, the murder capital of the USA.

[pearljen-blog]

Renovations with Joel Miller - 01

Chapter 01 - Introductions

You meet Joel by accident and find out he’s working in constructions. Hopefully with some convincing he can assist you with some urgent house renovations... and then some.

Based on the video game version of Joel, but can be changed to the HBO version if preferred. Taking place pre outbreak in Austin Texas.

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab reader

Warnings: This is my first published story, which in itself should be a warning / Reader is afab and has long hair, I will try avoid using any additional physical descriptions / Not familiar with the area of Austin, so most of it is badly googled or made up / swearing / smut eventually

Rriiiiing

‘Hello’. It was 2 in the morning. Who would be calling at this time?

‘Hey! Hun! It’s me.’

Of course.

‘I am so sorry, really sorry. I met this guy…. we were at that new place in town, Butlers.. something, in Austin. It was CRAZY.’

Who’s that chuckling in the back? Where is she? Drunk?

‘Crazy I tell ya. Anyway, we’re kind of … We’re in jail. He got in a fight. It wasn’t anything bad. Just.. he kinda hit that guy and he went down. Some idiot anyway. And he was doing it for me. That fella was just talking shit.’

‘What? Where are you?’ I love you Carla but I swear..

‘It’s nothing bad. I promise. Seriously. They took us in and we had to go to Travis County Jail. We’re there now. Just waiting.’

‘It’s 2 in the fucking morning…’

‘I know! Fuck.. I know! But we don’t want to stay here all weekend.’

‘Who is we?’

‘Tommy, he’s the guy from the fight. He didn’t start it. Fuck I’m sorry, but I don’t know who else to call. I can’t call dad. He’ll kill me’.

‘I’m an hour out of the city. What do you want me to do?’ God I’m tired.

‘PLEASE! I’ll pay you back. Just let us get out of here. I’m begging ya.’

My head hurts. My eyes are sore. ‘How much is to get you out?’

‘Fuck I don’t know. But I’ll give it back to ya. Promise.’

You turn on the lights next to the bed. Hating the idea of spending an hour in the car, driving through the fucking city and then her drunk ass home.

‘I hate you. You’re a terrible friend.’

‘Please Y/N!’

‘Yeah I’m moving. But it will take me about 90 minutes to be there.’

‘Thanks babes. Thanks thanks’

You hang up. Out of pleasantries for this time of the night. Once in the bathroom you put your hair in a ponytail and fresh water to your face. You love Carla, but she’s a mess sometimes. Like a real mess. But she’s also the first person you have been able to click with since you arrived in Austin. She doesn’t ask too many questions, mainly happy to talk about herself. And she gets you out of the house. At least some nights.

The drive to Austin is fine. Boring, especially at this time of the night. You made some coffee for the road and listen to Booker T & the MG’s. One of your dads’ favourite albums. You always doze off to some long-forgotten time, when listening to it. Time passes much faster this way. You were hitting Austin fast and prepared yourself to be lost until you found Travis County Jail. Driving in the city didn’t scare you but drained a lot more energy from you.

***

‘We can’t release anyone today. You will have to come back tomorrow.’

‘He is right there for fuck’s sake!’

‘SIR!’

‘He’s right there! Just let me pay and get him out. Do your job!’

‘SIR! That’s enough! I am asking you to leave.’

Two men around the desk standing close and arguing. What the hell did you walk into at this time of the night?

‘I just want my brother out is all. Why are you being so difficult?’

‘You can come back tomorrow to collect your brother. Please leave, get out, before I will arrest you as well for disorderly conduct.’

One guy is storming off. Head bowed to the ground, nevertheless you could see the anger on him. His posture rigid and ready to crack any second. He sprints past you and for a second you feel intimidated to walk any further to the reception. What a night this turns out to be.

‘Fun night?’

‘What can I do for you love?’

‘My friend got into a little trouble last night and called me to release her. Her name is Carla Thomas, age 34.’ What other information do they need you wonder.

‘Well, I’ll tell you what I told the last guy. You will have to come back tomorrow. We are not releasing anyone today.’

‘What??’ You are joking?

‘Come back on Monday from 9am love.’ There is an uninterested look that comes with his statement.

‘I just drove over an hour to pick her up.’

‘I’m sorry to hear. But there are no weekend releases. Please come back on Monday.’

You realize there’s no way to discuss or argue your way out of this, but you try anyway.

After some back and forth you cave and walke back outside. What a night indeed.

Carla will have to wait. She will have to understand. Maybe you can just stay in Austin and get breakfast somewhere. Or maybe you’ll be able to fall back asleep when you get home. How will you pick her up on Monday? You have work. There are about 15 thoughts currently in your head. But you are unable to focus on any one of them, so you just slowly walk back to your car.

On the way to your car, you spot the guy who was arguing to get his brother released. More out of your peripheral, but you see him. He’s standing by his truck, not far from you. On the phone, or desperately trying to ring someone. Possibly his brother you think.

‘Fuck sake!’

You look towards his direction.

‘Fun night?’ Yes, your one and only ice breaker, you think to yourself.

‘It’s fucking bullshit.’ He looks up and straight at you. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that.’

Southern gentlemen.

‘It’s ok. Same thing I said to myself... in my head.’

He turns slightly towards his truck. Frown all over his face. You smirk, hands slightly fidgeting.

‘You know they have people around. I just don’t understand why they just can’t release people on a fucking Sunday. Tommy, my brother,… he could have told me when he called.’

Tommy, well..

‘Your brother’s name is Tommy?’ You huff and smile to yourself. ‘That’s.. funny. My friend called me tonight at 2am, telling me she got arrested with a guy named Tommy. Or arrested because of him.'

You look at the ground now. Still turned towards him.

‘He’s a mess but a good guy.’

You look up. ‘Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t mean it that way.’

He’s looking right at you now. Just a grey worn out shirt and a tired look, but he looks gorgeous. God, you wish you would be able to keep eye contact.

‘Well, I guess I may see you on Monday then to get these kids home.’ Your gaze drops back to the ground, and you slowly turn towards your car.

‘Yeah, can’t wait to give up half a day of work to drive around the city just to get him out. Only getting paid for the days I’m working for fucks sake. He should know better.’

You look back at him just to acknowledge that you are listening. But you don’t say anything.

‘Sorry I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me missing a day of construction.’

‘You work in construction?’ Your eyes go wide, and you look at him expecting.

He stays silent for a second. Seems it’s not the usual reaction he gets, when mentioning constructions.

‘I’m a carpenter. But we, Tommy and I, we do whatever works needs to be done really.’

‘Are you looking for work?’ Maybe too forward. ‘Or do you know any construction friends that are looking for work?’

There’s an awkward silence. No longer angry, he’s just looking at you wondering. Possibly trying to figure out where he wants this conversation to go. You can’t keep your gaze up and turn back at the car. He’s still gorgeous. For a second you start playing with your lower lip.

‘Always looking for work.’ You turn back at him. Eyebrows raised slightly, heart beating heavier now.

‘I bought a house recently,…well a few months ago now actually. Ehm.. It’s a really great house! Spectacular! But it needs some work done. I think the walls are fine. At least my brother thinks so. He’s been looking at it for now, and I trust him. But the roof needs work, and pretty much all the windows need to be replaced. Bathroom and kitchen, all needs to be re-done, but that’s second to getting the house in actual good shape.’

Oh my god, why don’t you just tell him your whole life story? Jesus…

‘How urgent is it?’

Is he considering it?

‘I’m already living in it. But my brother is pushing me to get it done. He’s been helping me a lot, but he doesn’t live around here, so it’s been moving really slowly.’

‘Can go and take a look. Get and understanding of what we are dealing with here. How much you paying?’

‘Oh.’ Your brother warned you about this question.

‘Honestly you would have to talk this out with my brother. He said around $30 per hour. But it depends what extra charges come on top. Like fuel and that kind of stuff. So I don’t know for sure. Oh, I should mention, the house is not actually in Austin.’

Here we go, the deal breaker.

‘It’s in Luling. About an hour on a good day.’

‘Yeah, I know that place. I grew up there’ He’s smiling. Wow.

‘Wow… Please tell me you have font memories of your childhood.’

‘Some of them. Place was great though.’

You’re thinking to yourself. Just ask him.

‘I can take your number. Or give you mine. Or whichever way this usually works.’ Breath in ‘You know, in case you want to have a look at the house.’

He keeps looking at you with no mercy now.

‘Yeah lets swap numbers and give me a call. I’m not sure what time I’ll be here on Monday.’

You swap numbers and walk back to your car. Goodbyes are short but you need a second to collect your thoughts in the car anyway. You found out his name is Joel Miller. He was looking for an excuse to visit Luling again, so he told you. Maybe Carla’s drunk ass could be good for something. You’re getting breakfast for the road.

Masterlist // Next Chapter

[curtvilescomic]

Tuska 2023

So the metal festival over now but that was fun!

This was three days, my Son and his girlfriend were full three days I was friday saturday and She was on friday.

Definite highlights were Gojira In Flames, Jinjer and Butcher Babies. Avatar kicked plenty of behinds and Clutch did a good show despite technical difficulties. 

Young ones got their 15 Warholian munutes of game being on Gojira Instagram and Finnish YLE as frontrow. Here is YLE pic

And yes the dude peeking behind my Son throwing horns is his old man in a kilt. And yes there is nothing but me under the kilt for fucks sake.

Avatar was a great festival opener and good live band. On friday Gojira and Jinjer crushed it.

Tati is a goddess

The kids said my stupid face was on screens from audience whether trance like or moshing like a freak I do not know. This band rules 

Young ones liked Arch Enemy too but while I like the band they have way too many guitat solos. I want riffs on riffs and brutality guitat solos are utterly useless 999 times out of thousand and you can keep them.

And we met up with my groovy ex girlfriend which was fun too.

Mokoma had a great tent gig even if it was the most drunken crowd of friday. And Gojira absolutely smashed it.

Today Satan, today. And yes that is bright blue Donald Duck slingbag.

Her friend turns fifty so while on saturday She went to a birthday party ( snd see their new puppy) me and young metalhead couple went back to Tuska.

Orbit Culture was s nice surprisr but despite some rain I left to see Clutch from front roe. And despite drums needing fixing and some looping they went to town. I checked my phone during set and found out that some ranfom female tried to choke my Son but thanks to his great goth girlfriend they got out of situation. And the drigged out assaillant was lucky that I wss elseehere.

We were feeling amgry and down awhile after that but thanks Motionless in White. This was in a way most fun set. My Son wanted to see them. Me and his girlfriend we...found them unintentionently funny emo band. So we just goofed snd danced. As my Son said " I had the gig and a free stand-up show"  and it began to pour rain during the set. I had rainponcho from Her and as my son's girlfriend marked " you turned into hairiest, grumpiest purple metal garden Elf"

Then we waited for In Flames. In the downpour. And made new friends.

In Flames eas good. No. Great. DINOSAUR!

That is not a song. Someone had brougth an inflatable dinosaur. On which the vocalist commented and got the chant of Dinosaur! DINOSAUR!" From the crowd and he apparently forgot this is Finland. I guess he thought saying"I want to see someone riding the Dino " was a joke. Still. Finland.

So, someone riding the inflatable dinosaur on people carrying Said dinosaur. In the pit.

I left through the pit because while In Flames was..well in flames I wanted frontrow of Butcher Babies. ( After I left it apparently went even more mental as flood of crowdsurfing began)

I went Mental with Butcher Babies. Carla and Heidi went to Yorktown and it was great show. And thsnkfully there was last december so I could rest and not have cardiac arrest. Will see them again for sure.

Managed to find the youth utterly spent and had a few as none of us gave a shit about Ville Valo. Though. The final heartfelt ballad "When love and death embrace" it is a pretty ballad. It is And it's a ballad.

So we had three person synchronized moshpit the whole song. Laughing.

They went sunday, me and Her went to movies.

Horns up!

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Something wicked this way comes

Eddie Munson x Powered reader

This is not going to follow how they fought those demobats.

Chapter two

You stared at the scene in front of you. You ran instantly to help Steve. Your hand burnt the bats neck, it screeched. Steve looked at you in shock. The bat went limp. He got rid of the bat off his neck. As Nancy and Robin fought off the other too. Eddie was swinging the oar in the air, trying to fight off another.

“H-how did you do that?!“Steve screamed. You ignored him. Running towards the others, screaming.

“Get out of my way!” You screamed out, the others in fear did as they were told. Confusion spread on each of their faces. The demobats circled the air, anticipating another attack.

You stretched out your hand and conjured up flames.

“Woah! Woah! What the hell! How the fuck!” Eddie yelled.

The demobats screeched and fell onto the ground. Dead.

“Excuse me, um what is going on right now?!” Steve screamed, pacing back and forth.

You turned to look at them. Robin the only one with a smile to her face. Nancy didn’t speak, only breath in and out rapidly.

“Explain yourself.” Nancy finally said.

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You were not supposed to happen. Which was a lot to say the least. But you did and there was no way around it. Brenner didn’t know what your powers were. You were good at concealing them, even though you did have powers related to fire. He didn’t know what you were doing in his lab. Only that, he had no use for you. So he gave you away to your dad. Carlos Diaz.

Carlos Diaz took one look at you and instantly knew. It started when you asked him a simple question.

“Who’s Lola and Carla? Why do you always feel like you need to protect them?” You asked innocently. He’d hadn’t even mentioned it to you. But he knew he was thinking about them.

He found out about the pyrokinesis one day, while you were in the backyard. You were angry and no one was paying attention to you. You accidentally set the swing set on fire.

He had to take you to the lab multiple times. Helping you maintain your powers. In time, it was easier for you to live among humans.

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You were all hiding under skull rock as you explained. Eddie stared at you with awe. He never seen anything like this before. He heard about Eleven but he never got to experience it.

“So yeah, Brenner didn’t see use for me. Even when he found out about my pryokinesis. He said he didn’t specialize in that.” You explained.

“So wait, this entire time you could have done something. But you didn’t do anything.” Steve said, almost accusatory. “You have mind reading abilities. You could have gotten in Vecnas head.”

“I need to know the person or be in reach of them.” You said.

“Let’s not accuse her of anything.” Eddie said, defending you.

“I’ve known you for years. How come you never told me?“ Nancy asked, concern in her voice.

“My dad wouldn’t let me. Too dangerous.”

“Do you know how to get out of here?” Robin asked.

“I didn’t, I never been here before. I can’t go into the void like El can. I’m useless.” You said, sadness filling your voice. They were taking this a lot better than you expected. You expected rejection, asking questions seemed like they were trying to understand the situation. It was a step in the right direction. Nancy though, wouldn’t look at you.

“Guys, we really need to get out of here.” Eddie said. He squeezed your hand, you squeezed his back. You felt safe near him.

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Nancy mentioned her guns and you all walked towards the direction of where she lived. You didn’t speak. Guilt ate away at you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you guys sooner. I wanted to but I couldn’t risk it.”

“You knew about El. You should have known it was safe to tell us. You were with us at star court.” Nancy said, you weren’t sure if she was angry at you. Your heart felt like stones sinking into the water.

“I know. It’s just, I didn’t think it was safe. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything. My dad, he knew about the mind flayer. He knew something I didn’t. He refused to let me help. I wanted to I promise I did.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself y/n.” Steve paused. “You’re our friend.” Steve said. Nancy gave him a look. Guilt now on her face.

“I wasnt-.”

“I know but now we know. That’s the important part. We need you as much as we need El.”

You looked over at them all. A small smile on your face. Warmth filled your heart.

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Dustin managed to help you guys find a way out the munsons trailer. Something didn’t feel right to you. Something was itching into your psyche. You heard a soft sound playing in your head. You turned behind you.

“Hello y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you.” A dark voice said.