the-flaneur · 9 hours ago
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hallowed holidays (mv1)
pairing: max verstappen x influencer!reader [smau]
summary: as the internet's self-proclaimed halloween queen, the red bull social media admins bring you in to spread some halloween spookiness in the paddock...and let's just say max may be under your spell.
warnings: none (i think)
a/n: yes ik the max pic is technically from día de los muertos, but i can't resist a max look so...
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hallowqueen
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hallowqueen throwback to 2019 -> what's a ghost's favourite dance move? shaking their boo-ty ;)
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hallowqueen GET READY FOR A SPOOKY SURPRISE THIS YEAR
user1 literally gorgeous as alwaysssss ❤️
user2 UNMATCHED VIBES, NO ONE HAS EVER SLAYED HALLOWEEN AS HARD AS YOU HAVE QUEEN user3 im loved the red theme!!! user4 honestly though, nothing can beat the starfire outfit (the og iykyk) 😩 user5 @/user4 you're so real for that - that costume was literally a dream AND THEN SHE WORE IT OUT IN THE CITY FOR A HALLOWEEN VLOG WHICH WAS AMAZING
user6 GIRLIE THE JELLO SHOTS IN THE SYRINGES IS LITERALLY GENIUS - IM TAKING THIS FOR MY OWN PARTIES NOW
user7 queeennnn do you have a recipe you could hit us up with???? 👉👈 y/n.hallowqueen yesss of course my lovelies -> here - p.s putting cranberry juice makes the vodka taste better AND it looks more red ;) user8 slayyyyy 💋
user9 HOPE YOU HAVE A KILLER CELEBRATION THIS YEAR WITHOUT A STINKY EX GETTING IN THE WAY
user10 nah frrrr like the way we only got such a muted halloween celebration last year cause her ex was so not into celebrating it, like gtfo user11 👎👎👎 booooo exes~ user12 THANK GOD HE WAS A DOUCHEBAG AND SHE DUMPED HIM LOL
user13 hope you have a great time this year!!! waiting for vlog to come out as well ❤️
user14 CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU OUT AND ABOUT IN THE CITY
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hallowqueen spreading some early halloween spirits with the red bull boys - come find me at the paddock in brazil!
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user15 OH MY F*CKING GODDDDDDD GUYS THIS IS THE GREATEST CROSSOVER IN MY LIFE I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS PLEASE SOMEBODY HELPPPPP
user16 GIRLIE IM RIGHT WITH YOU I CANT BELIEVE SHES MEETING ONE OF THE OTHER F1 GOATS BEFORE SHE GOT TO MEET HER IDOL HAMILTON 😭😭😭 user17 dont even worry lol ik y/n after the press will go run off to mercedes just to see lewis and george lmfaoooo 🤣
bestfriend LOOKING SEXY TODAY BESTIEEEE, GO GET YOUR BAG
hallowqueen 🤨🤨🤨🤨 wanna explain this? bestfriend no teehee~ ANYWAYS HAVE LOADS OF FUN AND MAKE SURE YOU GET ME A CARLOS SAINZ SIGNATURE PLEASEEEE
user19 she's literally glowinggggg even as corpse bride (how does one even achieve this level of gorgeousness when caked with pale ass makeup)
user20 this literally may be her best halloween outfit yet 😍 hallowqueen thanks lovelies, hopefully the party wont disappoint either 😉 user19 AHHHHHHHHH~
maxverstappen1 can't wait to see you in the paddock 😄
user21 oop what are you doing here max???
user22 lol who even is this girl???? lowkey looking like another wannabe influencer
user23 yeah ngl like who even shows up to a formula 1 grand prix with a full on wedding dress and makeup 🙄
user24 is this replacing the halloween vlog??? 😐
landonorris can't wait to meet you!
user25 AYOOO NORRIS WTF YOU DOING HERE???
user26 I'LL BE THERE AT THE GP, HOPEFULLY I'LL GET TO SEE YOU Y/N!!!!
user27 im literally so jealous of her, i wanna be invited by redbull to a gp T_T
user28 SLAY AFTER SLAY AFTER SLAY CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO MEET THE REDBULL BOYS
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f1gossipofficial well some spooky love might be in the air tonight as a follower has spotted max verstappen out on a date with hallowqueen also known as y/n l/n in the weeks following their interview! although it's too late to see max in halloween attire, perhaps we'll see a christmas party?
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user31 I SWEAR TO GOD I FORGOT THIS LITERALLY HAPPENED CAUSE NO ONE WAS SAYING ANYTHING BUT IM SO HAPPY NOWWWWWW 🤩🤩🤩
user32 awwww they're looking so cute tonight ❤️
user33 im waiting for next year's couple outfit 🤌
user34 imagine they don't last till then user35 ur a party pooper go die 💩
user36 i hope we finally get to see her in the paddock properly!
user37 lol i forgot she looks so normal (but still sooo pretty) when she's not all dressed up in her extravagant outfits lmfao
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hallowqueen what did the prince dress up for on halloween? a frog ;)
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user38 THANK YOU Y/NNNNN FOR BLESSING US FANS WITH A MAX DRESS UP ALL HAIL MOTHER 🙌🙌🙌
user38 lol at least max didn't make her not celebrate it (we still hate her ex) user39 FRRRR WE DIDN'T LET THE MEDIOCRE WHITE BOYS LET YOU LOSE THE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT 👍 user40 but he's like so cute for dressing up along with her - i hope we get to see the cats dressed up as like frogs or something hahahaha
user41 the halloween party is going to be so exciting, i can't wait for all the stories of the f1 drivers like blackout drunk
user42 are her parties that crazy??? user43 the stuff she posts online is like tame af - if you hear from anyone on twitter, she goes like crazy on the booze user44 well rip to their pr officers and their livers - hope their phones are still on them though, i want that halloween content
user45 LOOKING FLY AS HELL - YOU GUYS ARE SUCH A POWER COUPLE
charles_leclerc can't wait for the party tonight!
user46 CHARLES PLEASE LEAK PICTURES OF THE PARTY ONLINEEEEE user47 HAHAHAHAHA CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE AFTERMATH OF TONIGHT
landonorris i've got my best outfit on as well, although it's all a secret so far.... 😏
user48 someone in the party please get a pic of carlos and charles dancing again, it simply fills me with so much joy seeing them dancing 😹
user49 AHHHHH it's been almost a year since they got together and i still love them so much
user50 HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE 👻🎃
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acidblum · 2 days ago
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COLD • A.A.
Wife!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (AU) pt2
MASTERLIST DO NOT BUY TLOU
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PART I AO3
after what had gone down a week ago, you and your wife go to visit your father-in-law whom seems to have a few guests over and it builds a new fear deep inside you and more chaos ensues in your marital life, forcing you to take a step back, or at least try to do so.. (w/c: 5.2k im so sorry)
WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni..angst, ooc abby anderson, abby calling reader baby, slut. abby choking reader, INFIDELITY, abby hitting reader. bruises. drinking. no smut only angst, dina and ellie cameo, no mention of readers skin colour, or hair texture. (also there will be no part 3)..
A/N: i apologize for being sooo late with this one, life been super hectic lately (which i’m kinda thankful (not really) for otherwise i would’ve never finished this part) it’s been 4 months in the making and i hate to admit that but yah..pls pls tell me your thoughts and inputs on it i wanna know what y’all think about it. if there’s any mistakes or warnings missing please notify me.
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After what had gone down you started viewing Abby in a different light entirely, now cold were the arms she wraps around you late at night, the weather was much warmer then how her embrace felt.
She’ll come home smelling of this awful floral perfume when you wore yours in sandalwood and honey. Unfortunately the both of you are on your way to meet with Jerry for the weekly family gathering, on any of the previous ones you would’ve had fun but not now, not after what she did.
Today you woke up with dread filling your body, usually the first thing you feel is the warmth of her body against yours but you can hear her murmuring under her breath.
“make sure to not say anything about what happened last week” she says as she’s tying her bolo tie in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom, the sun peaking through the sheer curtains and reflecting on her french braided hair.
you catch her eyes over your shoulder while you put your light cream boots on “wouldn’t dream of it, don’t worry i already learned the consequences of my actions” your sarcastic tone wasn't news to her— you stand up just to find her face close to yours, hovering over your frame.
“ Did you though?....with that tone of yours it sounds the other way around t’ me” raising an eyebrow at you a dark look washes over her face with her eyes searching in yours for answers.
she closes the distance between you, brushing her cheek against yours—leaving no room for you to take a step back before she brings her cheek against yours, inhaling as much as she could she wraps her strong arms around the front of your neck engulfing your figure. whispering ���be nice or else-”
cutting her off “or else what?” A look of hatred all over your face is something you never imagined looking at her with, the love of your life, someone who you thought wanted you, And only you.
smirking at you menacingly “you certainly won’t like the outcome” from where the both of you are standing she looks at the door that leads to the living room where the shotgun is, before giving you a knowing look.
“Oh- and also, a few of my dad’s acquaintances will be there for dinner so make sure to look your best baby” kissing the side of your head she goes back to getting ready, putting the final touches of wearing her trustee black cowboy hat.
Holding yours you follow her. Choosing to stay silent but now it’s ailing you cause Jerry always likes to keep it in the family when it comes to gatherings and outings. Unless she told him something, you choose to brush it off before loading up in Abby's red truck, highly aware of what’s under the seat. Biting your nails she glances at you trying to pay attention to the road with one hand on the steering wheel. “Oh for fuck sa-” reaching out to hold your hand that you’re busy gnawing on.
You flinch, your whole body tensing up when she looks at your face. Seeing the look that she once promised to never be the reason for, blasted all over it “ ‘m not gonna hit you” rubbing her forefingers against the balm of your hand “just’ stop…please” the switch up was crazy and it prompted the lines to start blurring up in your mind, you decide to look outside disassociating as you passed by the big trees and farms thinking that whoever she's been seeing behind your back might live on one of these lands.
Pulling up Jerry's farmhouse you can see his horses roaming freely and a couple of bodyguards in working attire pass by the truck nodding their heads at Abby like some obedient puppets. She passes by them and barks her truck right behind Jerry's, killing the engine. Abby opens the door trying to come and open yours for you but you open it on your own in a haste.
Standing with her arm stretched in front of you, you hear Jerry's heavy footsteps, staring her down before giving her your back and painting a big smile on your face as you walk up the porch where he’s standing with his arms stretched wide open for you with a cigarette dangling off of his left hand “ohh here comes my favourite kid” you try to laugh Hugging him back in a shallow hug. You go on to stand to the side whilst he hugs abby just the same
“Hmph alright..hey dad” smacking her back twice before pulling away and ushering the both of you inside.
“C’mon i need the both of you to meet my new business partner”
Walking into the very expensively decorated living room, funny you’ve already been here many times before marrying Abby with your uncle and also had your wedding in the very spacious backyard but it never stops amusing you how put together it is being kept. You hear the sounds of no more than two people in the dining area, one of them giggling softly with her back towards the both of you.
when you feel Abby slither her hand on your waist to rest there casually without looking at you when the full bearded man notices the three of you walking towards them he starts addressing jerry.
“And here i thought ya’ bailed on me”
“Who me? Isn’t that a dream a’ yours eugene??” they share a chuckle before he turns around and puts his hand on your shoulder. your father in law starts speaking again “this is my very special daughter in law right ‘ere and that's eugene linden my former friend and now work partner” he finally addresses the big elephant in the room which frankly is the prettiest girl with short red auburn hair, the deepest green for eyes and reddest of lips you’ve ever seen.
“Here is his daughter Sara Linden” she takes a glance at Abby noticing how she’s turning fidgety all of a sudden beside you and tips her root beer glass at the both of you in greetings.
smiling back at her tightly you choose to ignore the odd feeling you got from the way she looked at your wife feeling as if you’re missing something—after a moment of silence eugene beckons the both of you to take a seat at the table, you sit beside abby which also puts you facing sara with jerry at the head of the food filled table.
“Sara here has her own company” already at it was jerry when Abby clears her throat and looks across the table at her in an interestingly faux surprise “oh- interesting”. putting your hand on Abby's thigh you act as if nothing is seemingly wrong. you can see her looking at you through your peripheral vision but choose to not look at her, too entranced by the one across the table trying to pinpoint why you feel something is odd. You try to chime in “wow that’s actually amaz-“ just to end up getting cut off by her
“it is! couldn’t imagine doing it any other way luckily i have a supportive family and all that..i’m sure you know quite a lot about family huh?”
Trying to stay composed you can feel abby smirk, the air feels dry and you can feel yourself heaving and your blood boiling. Instead of lashing out you take Abby's left hand and put it on the table to showcase your rings with a bright fake smile.
“Oh my- of course i do..i know plenty as you can see”
Jerry looks at you with a proud look-maybe he does have a soft spot for you- and it just sends your mind spiraling over if Abby's words about her father siding with her had an ounce of truth. maybe you’ll rat her out and see where it goes from there.
“ Now who wouldn’ dream of a daughter in law like mine??” he starts laughing with eugene while sara is glaring at your -still- intertwined hands.
Abby puts her hand on top of yours, patting it twice before pulling away, busying herself with opening another beer bottle. Taking big gulps while you’re still looking at your hand on the table. Seeing Sara looking at you smugly followed by a condescending look.
Eugene and Jerry are in their own world talking about god knows what whilst nursing their beers, the sun is setting and sounds of fireflies buzzing is filling the western humid air. and you can’t help but feel the boredom seeping in.
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after saying your farewells and goodbyes you’re already halfway to your farm with abby who insisted to drive whilst tipsy when you offered your help, but ooh god forbid she lets you do anything talking all about how she’s ’not that drunk’
trying to put a stop to it “abigail let me drive..the car is literally swayi-”
she glances at you with crazed eyes “oh shut up you fucking slut!” she lands a punch on the steering wheel setting the horn off making you flinch. “don’t even fucking breathe or so god help me” pointing at you.
you roll your eyes at her, turning your back to her,paying no mind to your wife–still– going off at you. noticing how quiet the world is outside of the big car. when a strong fist connects with your face at wild speed. prompting your ear to ring loudly and all you can hear is the loud ringing. It's like the world stopped for a minute, nothing is moving but the trees and the cold air wafting against your burning skin.
a few minutes passed when she finally pulls up to your quiet farm, still in your shock you question how this is the first time she ever actually landed a hit on you, yes she did threaten you but never did she actually do it, trying to catch your bearings, the both of you sitting quietly in the car, blood boiling— you get out of the car. Smacking the door of her beat up truck as hard as you can.
You open the door running straight into the bedroom locking the door behind you.
Taking full strides behind you but facing none other the locked door was Abby “C’mon you can’t do that!” pounding on the door full force, whilst you try to scramble anything you own putting it into your barrel bag that you usually used for when she had work far away from home and you had to tag along. Trying to breathe deeply and ignore her yelling from the other side of the door,heading into the bathroom to check on your bruise, standing in front of the mirror with tears brimming your eyes. You spit in the sink feeling the iron taste fill your mouth, call it whatever you wanted to call it but you had to get out of there..before you ended up 6 feet under somewhere unknown in this godforsaken farm.
Opening the door with the bag in your right hand, you try to hide it behind your back. But she instantly finds it “oh no baby please no-” with knotted brows trying to hold your face in her hands you winch when her left hand rubs the bruise. You whisper “let me go abigi-”
Shaking her head in defiance tears filling her eyes.
“ i did nothing wrong don’t do this”
“You finally did it abby..look at this” pointing at your face you try to search for remorse in her eyes, anything that tells you she’s sorry for what she did..you find nothing.
“You had it coming!” she holds your hair in her fists bringing your face closer to her’s
“look at me” leaning her forehead against yours“Abigail no” you whisper—faint murmurs of her begging you is all you can hear. finally looking into her eyes that are brimming red with them beautiful pouty lips you’ve grown to love and ache for, but you know there’s no going back after this.
“i’ll just..go to dina’s for a while hm?”
“we can talk this ou-”
“just for a few days please abby” you beg “i need this” you try to put your hand on top of hers to make her ease up the harsh hold she’s got on your hair. She scoffs “and what am i supposed to do huh?” thrashing her arms around she throws a vase that is next to her on the floor, shattering it into pieces.
she pauses “Fine alright you can go..it’ll do us some good” searching her eyes “really?” she hums, turning her back towards you with finality.
“i’ll drop you off..c’mon” picking the bag you walk behind her towards the door whilst questioning what came down onto her that made her change her mind. She turns abruptly “on a second thought tho-” before you know it she has the side of your head in her palm and smashes it against the wall. And before you can react everything turns dark.
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The sun is shining through the curtains furiously, you try to open your burning eyes. Just to find a man with his back facing you in a suit with a lab coat on standing at the door with a bag clutched in his hand talking to Abby whom still didn't notice you stirring awake in the bed you've been tucked into neatly, no longer in your clothes from the previous day -or was it days?- with an IV connected to your wrist. Wincing at the horrible pain you’re feeling on the side of your head and cheeks you try to catch your bearings, listening to what the man is whispering.
“Does your father know of this?”
“No he doesn't…and don't you dare gale”
“Just cause i owe ya’ one” she puts her arm on his shoulder in silent thanks, he nods before he walks out of the door silently. Trying to fake sleeping you close your eyes shut tightly hoping she’ll just not talk to you or call out your bluff.
Staying still you hear the clattering of things around and what seems to be Abby putting on her jacket followed by the thudding of her boots—shes murmuring under her breath and you can hear a faint harsh “fuck” spat right out of her mouth like venom. The door closes behind her and of course she locks the door shut twice. you open your eyes, trying to regulate your heart that's hammering inside your rib cage, making an effort you know you shouldn’t do.
you sit up slowly trying to get accustomed to the harsh lighting. Looking around the bedroom thinking of a way to get out of this hell, in a moment of irrationality you pull the iv needle as fast as you can-gasping at the pinch of pain—you get out of the bed, taking small steps towards the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror you think to yourself that your eyes must be deceiving you, your face looks very foreign. A bruise on your cheek with a split lip, followed with a feeling of lightheaded-ness prompting you to clutch the sink with your life. Shaking yourself awake you splash some water on your face. Knowing full well you can’t just sit still and wait till your wife comes back and ends you, it never ends well once it starts.
Calling Dina from the landline phone, you bite your nails. You don't know where abby’s gone and all you can do is hope that she doesn't come back before Dina gets here-if she would even pick up- she does interrupting you clattered thoughts “hey?”
Getting choked up upon hearing her voice you can hear Ellie in the background asking her who it is whilst JJ seems to be fussing. “Dina” whispering as you try to find your voice and failing miserably-She calls your name “breathe f’ me” you try doing as she says. Tears well up in your eyes.
“what happened?..where’s your useless wife now!?”
“Dina p-please can you-” you take a moment sniffing and trying to not think of it and the sudden cruelty that must’ve been brewing all of the past months. “and Ellie come pick m-me up?”
She replies instantly “yes of course..hang in there we’ll be there in a second”
“t-thank you dee” wiping the tears off of your cheeks-you hang up before getting up and opening the closet, taking the first thing you see and putting it on all whilst trying to keep your ears on the door—for if Abby shows up, you see the bag tucked neatly under the bed and take it out thanking god she didn’t put everything you've packed back or else you’d have to leave without anything. Tears are still streaming down your face, wetting your white shirt.
Sitting at the edge of the bed you look around—contemplating if this is the right thing to do.
it hurts physically to admit but you’ve always loved Abby and you’ve always imagined growing old next to her. She made you laugh and was the absolute most loving wife..until she cheated. You never asked if her cheating was emotional but based on the kiss that was on her collar you can tell there was more than just that happening. Maybe it’s time she understood the loss of your love and affection, fuck the consequences and to hell with what Jerry would think of you, he might even send someone searching-you’re well aware of what happens to those who choose to stay-it becomes a non-ending cycle.
A few minutes pass by whilst you’re engrossed with your thoughts before the sound of a car pulling into the driveway fills your ears, jumping on your feet in quick movement that nearly knocks you down just as fast as you stood. Praying that it isn’t Abby you clutch the bag in your arms before walking reluctantly towards the only window in the room-which is facing the driveway- just to see Dina followed by Ellie get out of the car with A look of fear blasted all over their faces.
You start knocking on the window frantically, Ellie noticing your face and -the bruise clear as day- her mouth moving in whispers calling out to Dina whose hand was close to knocking the door. You can hear her muffled words in anger “fucking Abigail-” wiping her face in distraught she gives Ellie a look and a nod towards the car, the taller brunette goes to the backseat taking out what seems to be a club hammer and you can already understand what she’ll be doing-taking ten steps back into the bedroom-
Your mind wanders to Abby, she could come back anytime now and it’ll get more severe. The history that went down between Ellie and Abby was bad and lasted until Abby isolated you and made up plans out of her head whenever you’ve voiced that Dina invited you to her house or any of that sorts. She was very adamant on making you exist as hers and have no other friends-unless it’s her-
The sound of glass shattering fills your ears prompting you to curl inwards against the wall—flashes from the other day filling your vision, Ellie helps Dina step in, who sprints towards you and you can’t help but break down in tears when she hugs you tight, rubbing your back.
“What did she fucking do now? Hm?” in a tone of concern, you can sense how hard she’s trying to stay calm with the way she’s rubbing up and down your arms in consolation. Shaking your head “what didn’t she do?” your voice breaking in agony. Ellie notices the bag in your hand-taking it without a word- pursing her lips in anger “that bitch-we need to get you out of here c’mon”
Gnawing at your lips you can’t take the idea of Abby coming after you out of your mind whilst trying not to dissociate. Dina helps you jump out the window and into the open green field-taking full strides- you get in the car hastily—praying that the blonde doesn’t come back now. Shaking you out of your trance is Dina's hand holding yours from the front seat. You look into the rear view mirror where she looks at you in reassurance.
That's how Dina always was with you, the most caring, loving, understanding. Even after telling her about Abby who always had a pristine history-she still wasn't getting it-but was very considerate about how you felt for your wife. When you showed her the engagement ring she and Ellie gave you the talk-if you were hundred percent sure of your choice- she even took a step further and went with you to pick your wedding attire.
The further the car goes the louder your heart beats against your rib cage-sensing yourself hyperventilating-you try to take deep breaths. Seeing your friends mouths move but unable to hear them clearly, you feel the need to claw at your throat. You can make out Ellie mouthing at you to breathe deep, blinking frantically. All you can see is red, vision going foggy before Dina is suddenly beside you in the backseat whispering in your ear “breathe f’ me” looking at her with tears brimming your eyes with her arm looped around you rocking you left and right, she starts taking deep breaths and it isn't that long before you start following her steps, feeling your ears pause the ringing. “ ‘m good now” you nod sniffing.
Ellie looks back “if she ever comes back i’ll kill her”
“Hell i’ll do it first” Dina retorts with her arms still around you, she glances at you before averting her eyes to the moving road outside “we’re with you” she promises.
“Thank you..the both of y’all” you whisper.
looking back at the farm. observing everything that has gone down in your memory, the marriage, the love and all the growth—all of that for nothing?..
Abigail Anderson..oh how soft and warm inside saying her name made you feel, as if every time you said it and mentioned her you fell more and more in love with her. saying it now makes the hole in your heart expand with hatred and dread.
“oh hell no” Ellie spits out when you notice what she’s talking about. Abby's truck is tailing ellie’s at a dangerous speed. you try to duck down the seat—you can feel your knees weaken. Looking into Dina's eyes “She’s gonna kill me” comes out in a choked whisper.
“Oh i’d love to see her try”
“The bitch knows where we live but don’t you worry”
“Dina baby grab the pistol f’ me”
She does as told by her wife, kneeling and taking said pistol out of the compartment under the chair, checking the glove,which seems to be loaded. A look of terror passes your face-yes you’ve thought and tried to kill Abby but now the possibilities are endless and honestly Dina would take one for you and do it with no hesitations-in the end her and Ellie have Joel and he is no easy man for Abby to try and hurt his daughter and daughter-in-law.
Soon enough Ellie is pulling up to their farm, you’ve been here a handful of times before you married Abby and once after you married her and it was hell because you had to beg her for a whole week to let you visit them and promise you’ll never ask anymore-which you never did afterwards. And every time you saw Dina and Abby was with you she'd tell you that you’re leaving-without even letting you say your goodbyes she’d yank your arm straight to the car. Making you very embarrassed and the next day you’ll call Dina to apologize.
Abby parks right behind Ellie in front of the house, before getting out of the car and coming to ellie's side of the car, tapping twice on the window. Ellie sighs—rolling her eyes before complying.
“Anderson” tapping her fingers against the steering wheel
“Cut the bullshit Williams i know damn well she's there with you”
“Uhh no she isn’t??”
“Yes the fuck she is” going as far as trying to open the car door and side track the brunette-Ellie locking it just as quick. “Not very quick Abigail..gotta work on that” she chuckles in your wife’s face whilst you’re trying to stay silent. Dina breathes before preparing and when Abby takes two steps back. Dina taps Ellie's shoulder to open the lock. Getting out of the door she tucks the pistol in her pants. Walking up to the other one in full strides.
She growls “You fucked up Abigail..big time fucker!”
“Oh c’mon she just fell”
“As if I'll believe your lies” she spits
“How many times did I tell you if you hurt her I'll kill you? Hm??”
The blonde folds her arms in defiance “she’s my fucking wife! I’ll do whatever the fuck i please to her”
Getting fed up you open the door punching your wife in the face as hard as you could, wincing when it hurts your knuckles instead, Ellie gets out of the car after killing the engine.
“You need to leave Anderson, you’re not welcome around here”
“Not without what belongs to me” she glances at you
Dina holds your face in her hand “look at what you did! Is this the way we treat what belongs to us??”
“She’s not going with you”
“Just leave Abby” tears stream down your cheeks “you disgust me”
“And i’ll send you the papers in the mail..make sure to sign them”
“Oh she will” Dina looks at Abby with her nose high.
“Are you out of your mind?” You can see a vein pop in Abby's forehead.
“I’ll always love what we had..but you broke it apart with your own paws”
Abby tries to walk your way—getting stopped when Ellie puts her gun cladded hand on Abby's stomach. “I think you heard her” raising an eyebrow at her “my dad will never allow you to tarnish our marriage” she spits in your friends faces “that’s questionable..oh my! we can go dad for dad how about that Anderson??” she says sarcastically
“Goodbye Abigail” you say in finality. Dina puts her arm around your shoulder-walking you inside their humble farmhouse, Ellie follows after shoving Abigail out the way.
a few weeks passed after what had gone down at your friend's farm—you’re still staying with them. You’ve promised to find a place as quick as you could but got brushed off by Dina saying that it’s best if you continue to stay with them.
You never know when Abigail—whom still didn’t sign the papers..will find a way to nudge herself back into your life. The bruises she gave you look dark and purple-ish as of now, you knew it’ll take some time to heal but also it’s a matter of time until someone sees it and then everyone living within a five-mile radius will know about what your wife has done to you.
“There’s a gathering in the bar today to celebrate miss moo’s 85th birthday” Dina says, shaking you out of the trance you’ve been in “i think you should come with us”
looking down at your hands. “I don't know dee..”
“it’s alright, take your time, but it’ll be a nice change hm? you haven’t been out since that day”
you nod at her from your place at the dining table. looking down at yourself you can see how unkempt you look, maybe it is a good change..hoping nothing bad would happen you make up your mind. Going ahead and taking a cold shower, you wear your usual attire with a button up shirt and a pair of jeans alongside your working boots. making sure to not forget your hat.
maybe it’ll steer their eyes away from the bruises.
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the ride to the bar was an easy quick one, the bar is well known and everyone around the block frequents it—if there’s any gatherings it’s always done in this bar, owned by Tommy Miller and his wife maria. Even before you’ve grown into who you are now, you used to spend time with Ellie and Dina in this bar watching movies and eating popcorn for free until it was too late to go home—sometimes waking up with Tommy standing with his arms crossed looking down at your guilty—and very hungover faces.
Ellie parks her truck in front of the yellow lit bar which seems to be buzzing with people inside and out—you breathe in..and out holding on for dear life, before heading in with your head low.
The country music was bellowing all across the bar, with Tommy and Joel tending to everyone else you can make out Maria chatting with one of the regular’s to your right.
Ellie chimes “i gotta catch up with the big boss..just a sec’ ” prompting you and Dina to nod before taking your usual table—which all of you agreed upon as teenagers and now has your initials carved into the table top.
“It’ll be real nasty if she showed up here” you mutter
She chuckles before responding “Well it’ll be out of character if she didn’t”
“She’s obsessed” Ellie puts the three beers down before sliding into the chair next to Dina putting her arm on the back of Dina's and you can’t help but notice—now that’s one thing you won’t be able to experience because of her actions.
From your place at the table you see the door open up and lo and behold, none other than Abigail Anderson walks in, all polished up like a mare of a distinctive breed with her hair put in a neat braid—shame she couldn’t be as loyal as horses were. Waltzing in like she owned the place before.. “what the actual fu-” Dina spits out, of course this is the “lady” and it’s Sara.
Everyone around the bar is looking at Abby and her new plaything, some with disgust, some in amusement. Your mind can’t help but wander to her dad and you know too well that he cares too much for his legacy and reputation to allow his daughter to marry a fickle girl like the one that has her hand in your soon-to-be ex-wife’s hand. He tried to come see you but was faced with a very pissed Dina and Joel.
You can see Joel go up to Abby and treat her like any other customer, you also can see Abby smirk at him before telling him what she and her plaything wants which he responds to by pursing his lips into a thin line. When Sara seems to be searching for someone and her eyes fall right on you, prompting you to lift your hat for her to see your face clear as day— a look of fear that gets just as quickly concealed by smugness passes through her face.
Dina tries to jump up before you stop her in her tracks, you shake your head in defiance making her reddened angry face soften and her shoulder’s relax a bit before she mutters “i’m so sorry” you hold her hand in yours “you don’t need to dee” a sad smile graces your face.
“It’s only a matter of time..i feel it in my bones”
Ellie chuckles “amen to that huh?” before taking a few gulps of her beer followed by you doing the same—with a very well concealed heartache bellowing between your rib cage.
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cas-backwards-tie · 2 days ago
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The Graveyard
TF141 x Reader
Summary: A discussion of the Base’s upcoming Halloween celebration leads to the suggestion that Ghost actually participates this year. The question is… will he?
Words: 2.3k
Warnings: None(?)
A/N: for @vikki-tikki-tavii 💕 thanks for the request! This definitely felt appropriate for this time of year. I also meant to keep it on the shorter side but ahhh!!! I got so caught up in their back and forth, and the whole vibe of it all! 🙈 I hope you like it!
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“Any hints as to what you’re goin’ as?” Kyle asks Johnny from across the room.
“I’m not tellin’! No doubt you’d try an’ copy me,” Johnny responds.
“Maybe he just doesn’t wanna show up wearing the same costume,” you joke. Watching the way Kyle’s eyebrow quirks in that telltale way you just know he’s getting annoyed, meanwhile Johnny’s got a wicked smirk on his lips that can only mean he’s up to no good.
“Yeah, right,” Kyle scoffs. He turns back to his paperwork, the three of you in the Command Station respectively doing your menial work. It seems whatever conversation Kyle had tried to stir up about Halloween was fruitless, the room quieting as everyone refocuses.
The familiar sound of heavy footfall matched with the faint squeak of sneakers signals who’s approaching. “LT!” Kyle perks up. The work-related focus didn’t last long, you think. God only knows when the paperwork will finally get done. “You celebrating this year?”
“What? Halloween?” Ghost questions, turning to offer the Captain, who’d only just entered with him, a look. The Lieutenant shakes his head.
“I take it you’re looking forward to this year’s party?” John asks, placing down his water bottle on the counter by the doorway. His brow is still covered in sweat, the two senior officers having been scheduled for their quarterly assessment earlier this afternoon.
“What’s not to like? Handing out candy to the kids, seeing their little costumes-” Kyle leans back in his chair starting to list off all the reasons he loves this holiday.
“Still can’t believe I’m the only one who got Chase from Paw Patrol,” Johnny interrupts, muttering under his breath as he crosses his arms and turns to face the doorway, officially joining the conversation.
“Not all of us have nieces,” you quip, sending him a sarcastic look over your shoulder.
“-The costume contest, and the games? I’ve actually been practicing my apple bobbing the past few days. I’m going to win this year, guarantee it!” Kyle continues.
“Scaring the wee ones takes the cake though,” Johnny chimes in. “Surprised you haven’t signed up to volunteer in the graveyard, LT. Figure you’d like dressing up, all considering,” he jokes.
Every year the Base puts on a Halloween celebration for the community, and while there are different stations where volunteers hand out candy, there’s games, contests, and of course, the makeshift graveyard. It’s akin to that of a haunted house, only, it’s outside, and decorated in mostly lame attempted cardboard headstones, plastic ghosts, and bats. The fog machine certainly adds an eerie element, but what makes it are the volunteers who sign up. While it’s technically only another station to hand out candy, some of the soldiers like to add to the ambiance and scare the people walking through. Johnny definitely seems the type.
Unconsciously, a shocked look crosses your features. Johnny might not be wrong to think so, but to say it?! To Ghost’s face? Oh, hell no. While you look back at Johnny over to Ghost, you find you aren’t the only one shocked. John’s eyes are a little wider than usual, but no one comments.
“Yeah, and what should I go as?” The response from the LT elicits a quiet sigh of relief. You’re glad another physical blowout hadn’t ensued.
A visage of curiosity displays itself across the group’s faces, but it ultimately only takes a moment for people to pitch in.
“Ghostface?” Johnny proposes before shaking his head. “No… too on the nose?” A chuckle follows.
“Thor?” You offer something different.
“Shrek!” Kyle comments.
“I’d rather keep the mask on, if possible,” Ghost mentions.
“Devil?” The Captain questions.
“Death?” Johnny adds, to which you all look at him before looking back at the Lieutenant.
“The Grim Reaper!”
“Grim Reaper,” both you and Kyle voice at the same time. A jovial look is shared before you turn back to the Lieutenant waiting for a response.
“That’s actually quite good,” John approves, arms crossing as he leans against the counter.
“We’ll see,” the Lieutenant responds, not offering up any morsel of rejoice as he takes off his tac-vest and heads over to his locker.
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It’s only a week or so later when Halloween finally arrives. And while it’s not the most commonplace celebrated holiday in Europe, it’s one that many have chosen to adopt in favor of its fun and creative festivities. You’d decided to dress up as a cat because it was easy. Draw on some whiskers and a nose, find a headband to go with it, and you’re still abiding by dress code even during the festivities.
Stationed on candy duty with Markowski from the Foreign Intelligence Committee, you both sit by the garage which had been opened up, cleaned, and civilian-proofed for the event. While you’d been chatting with your buddy in hopes of catching up, you spot movement from your peripheral. “Let me guess,” Markowski says, turning on his stool to eye the incoming pair of children. “Rapunzel, and…”
“Pasquel!” The other child shouts excitedly. A smile envelopes your lips as the family approaches and you hand out the candy. “You’re a kitty,” the little girl says to you.
“I am,” you reply. “Have you been having fun?” You ask her in response, yet still attempt to engage the whole family as well.
“Yeah!” Both little girls respond, thankfully. You don’t know what you’d do if they weren’t.
“It’s definitely a lot spookier than last year,” the dad chuckles, “Becca here almost cried because of that Skeleton in the Graveyard,” he teases.
“I thought that was the Grim Reaper,” the mother states, and you laugh despite not knowing exactly. You hadn’t seen all the decorations that the Base had put out this year, but while they never spent the most on extracurricular things like holidays, you know they do tend to upgrade things when the original gets damaged and needs a replacement.
Nevertheless, the family thanks you for your service and heads off to the next group of soldiers stationed at a candy point. It’s only once the night’s getting later that the people start to die down in numbers that you’re able to tag off with Markowski and have a break. Wandering through the grounds you spot people lining up for the costume contest, the cookie decorating station, and the apple-bobbing table.
You decide to go there since you know Kyle happened to get stationed there. Even if he’d been preparing for a few days in advance, you wouldn’t put it past him to keep trying when the line died down. To your surprise, the Captain is there too. “What’re you doing here?” You question, smiling up at the old man. Sure, he didn’t necessarily enjoy these events, but you wondered why he was here instead of watching the game on the telly at home. It’s only so often you all get time off, anyhow.
“I thought I’d pop by after I was done to see what my team’s been up to,” John answers, smiling behind the cup of—no doubt *spiked*—cider in his hands. Part of you wants to chastise him for working on a holiday, while the other part is simply glad to see him. Choosing the latter, a smile graces your features. It’s momentary to, however, as his words dawn on you.
“Wait, Riley’s here?” You ask. It was rare that the Lieutenant would show up to an event, at least that’s what they’d told you. Once you’d joined the team he seemed to make more of an effort, according to the guys. And it was sort of true from what you’d seen. Any time an event would come up, especially a formal one, you’d all have to beg Ghost to join you all. With the promise of free food, drinks, and an early getaway was the only way you’d be able to get him to go.
“You didn’t hear?” Kyle asks excitedly, with a shake of his head. He’d clearly just been dunking his head in the pails considering water flicks off his hair in droplets, hitting your forearm. His eyelashes are wet, and there are still a few beads of water dripping down the side of his face. “He took our advice and volunteered for once!”
“Apparently he’s quite the hit,” John muses, subtly shaking his head at the Sergeant’s silliness. “Did you even manage to get one?” He eyes the pails tacitly.
“Actually, yeah. Won the contest, just like I said I would,” Kyle confesses, holding up the little plastic trophy he’d gotten.
“Guess those kids need to practice more,” you joke, eliciting a laugh from the men. As the quiet settles between the three of you, the sun finally dipping under the horizon leaving you all in the relative dark, your thoughts wander back. “I thought we were meeting at your house to catch the end of the game though?” Even if it isn’t your favorite thing to watch, you enjoy the guys’ company.
“We are, the boys said they’d meet us back here once they cleaned up,” John informs you. With the sun having set, the festivities were definitely coming to an end. It shouldn’t be too much longer.
“I’ve already got it all cleaned up here! Just need to put these back in the garage, if you two wanna go ahead and find them?” Kyle encourages. Considering your station really only had a candy bowl, you’re more than sure Markowski can handle it. Kyle’s partner joins you all, and with the quick emptying of the three pails and a collection of the apples into one, it’d only take the breaking down of a foldable table for them to clean up.
A quick glance at the Captain tells you he’s waiting on you, his brow quirked in that questioning way. He has his answer when you peel off, heading toward where you know, at least, Johnny is. The fog machine is still clearly on as you have to wave your hand in front of your face, the weird somewhat chemical smelling fumes emanating from it turning your stomach. The small plastic fencing is still in place, and while there are maybe one or two fake headstones still sitting around, it doesn’t take long to find Johnny.
“Nice costume,” you compliment, unable to help the teasing smirk from settling on your lips. Eyeing him up and down, he really did put a lot of effort into his costume! He’d clearly cut off the bottom of a pair of jeans, the frayed edges giving it away. Besides the homemade shorts which he’d stuck a tail out the back, he’d left his plaid flannel halfway undone exposing his unruly chest hair, adorned a headband of ears, and a snout tied around his face with a string.
“Why, thank you, Lass,” he responds, sitting the decorations he’d picked up on his hips. “Weren’t we supposed to meet you at Kyle’s though?”
“Yeah, but we got done early, so the Cap’ and I came to get you,” you relay him in on the information. “How was it? Scare a lot of kids this year?”
Johnny chuckles before his eyes light up at the mention of the evening. “Yeah! We actually-”
“Ready?” The Captain’s voice cuts off Johnny’s story as he’d finally caught up. You’d supposed he’d been admiring the details in the decorations.
With a split-second glance over your shoulder you respond. “Yeah! Just gotta find the LT first and then we’re good to go.” Refocused on Johnny and wanting to hear the stories from tonight, his eyes aren’t on you, but over your shoulder on the Captain.
“Found him,” Johnny announces nonchalantly.
“Where?” You ask rhetorically, turning. It’s then that the closeness of a body looming over you sends you reeling back, stumbling, almost falling on your butt. While Johnny tried to catch you, and an embarrassing yelp had left your mouth, you can’t help but purse your lips out of embarrassment as the three men before you cackle.
“Behind you,” the Captain finally answers, coughing in between big breaths of laughter.
Johnny had dropped the cheap decorations, bent over with his hands on his knees as he wheezes in laughter.
However, it’s the loud boisterous laughs coming from the hunched over Grim Reaper before you that does it. The Lieutenant really had taken your advice and dressed up. He’s got a hooded cape on, a plastic scythe, and dawned his usual mask. It’s amusing, really, the way you’d never seen him laugh this hard before, and you can’t help but join in.
“Sorry, I just had to,” the Lieutenant finally apologizes, to which you accept immediately.
“It’s okay, Riley. I’ll just have to get you back,” you taunt. There’s a pat on your back, and you look over your shoulder.
“Good luck with that,” Johnny says down to you before taking the lead on continuing to pick up the last of the decorations.
It’s only as you’ve just helped them get their decorations ready to haul back to the garage when Kyle shows up. Despite it still being a bit foggy, it was easy enough to spot the lot of you. “Did I miss something?” He asks, turning to watch the Captain carry some of the headstones past him.
“Nope,” the Grim Reaper says just behind Kyle’s ear. This elicits the same response it did from you, and you can’t help the laughter that tumbles free.
“He did it to me too, don’t worry,” you finally manage to get out. It’d almost caused you to drop the fog machine you’re carrying in one hand. “Johnny! You’ll never guess what just happened!” You shout after the men a few feet ahead of you, trailing after them. The sooner you’re all done, the sooner you can head to the Captain’s and the usual festivities will ensue. All in all, though, it was a pretty good Halloween, you’d say. It’s not everyday Ghost dresses up, let alone scares half the team.
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musevinnie · 3 days ago
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part 2 of love at first sight / @imalexainurarea
Description : It's been 6 months since you and Vinnie first met, one night you are spending the night at his place rethinking of how everything came to be
Warning: smut. oral f!receiving. praise. riding. unprotected sex
a/n- not to proud of how it came out.
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It has been 6 months since you and Vinnie first met. In those 6 months you both got super close and he has asked you to be his girlfriend. It still feels unreal to you.
Right now you are over at Vinnie's place. He is streaming in his stream room and you are in his other room laying on his bed. Just thinking about everything that has happened.
Flashback to 6 months ago
You and Giana have returned to the hotel lobby, you both were staying at. You still were blushing and gushing over the photos.
"I've met him. Ive actually met him" you said to Giana.
All she did was chuckled. She was very happy for you.
You posted the photo to your instagram story and tagged him on it. Not thinking he would actually see it. You put your phone away and you and Giana both made your way to the hotel room.
Once in the hotel room Giana went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. You were laying in the bed just looking over the pictures. In that moment you got a notification.
VinnieHacker replied to your story: It was nice meeting you today beautiful
Your heart stopped and you had to do a double take. You tried to calm your excitement. You waited at least 10 minutes to reply back.
After the 10 minutes have passed you send a quick reply.
It was nice meeting you too. Thank you for stopping to take a quick pic
A minute didn't even passed when Vinnie texted back.
I hope I'm not too forward but I would like to see you again. If you can would you like to meet up tomorrow?
You couldn't sleep the whole night. You were excited and nervous at the same time.
Night came and went and right now you are getting ready. You didn't want to go over the top, you didn't want to scare him away.
You were adding a few sprays of perfume when you heard a knock the door. You knew it was Vinnie. Last night while you two were messaging, you both discovered you are staying at the same hotel. He's only one floor above you.
You grabbed your purse and head to the door and opened it and there he was. Looking handsome as ever.
"Hi Vinnie." you smiled
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. "Hi beautiful, ready to go?" he hold out his arm.
You giggled and took it. The whole day was you and Vinnie getting to know each other more. He showed you around Paris.
He did get stopped a few times from fans and you would step aside to not get in the way.
The night was coming to an end. Something you and Vinnie both didn't want. When you and Vinnie were in the elevator of the hotel, you spoke up.
"I would invite you to my room but I'm pretty sure Giana is there"
He took your hand. "We could go up to mine if like"
You blushed and nodded. "O o okay"
Vinnie lead you both to his room.
You walked into the room standing in front of the bed while he closed the door. He came up and wrapped his arms around you.
You turned around to face him and he moved his hands to your face.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked
All you could do was nod. He let out a soft chuckle.
"Baby as much as I'm dying to feel your lips on mine, I wont do so not until I hear you give me verbal consent."
He smiled and looked into your eyes lovingly.
"So I will ask again. May I kiss you baby?"
"Yes Vinnie"
And without a second thought his lips were on yours. As you both kept kissing you both fell back on the bed. Vinnie was on top of you and moved his hand to the buttons of your blouse.
"Can I baby?"
Once again you nodded. He chuckled and kissed your neck.
"What did I say about your words baby?"
You whimpered. "Yes Vinnie, please. Anything you wanna do yes."
Vinnie slowly un did the buttons of your blouse. Vinnie did not want to rush any of this. He didn't want this to be a simple fuck. What Vinnie wanted was to make love. Make love like he never did before.
As Vinnie got to the last button of your blouse he took it off and dropped it to the floor. He lean down kissed your collarbone.
His hands moved to unclasp your bra.
He took it off and kisses your breast. "You're so perfect" he murmured.
"So perfect. My perfect pretty girl" he kissed and praised you.
He went to pull down the waistband of your skirt and panties looking at you for permission.
"Yes Vinnie yes." you moaned
Vinnie kissed your lips once more before pulling them off and throwing them somewhere across the room.
He put your legs over his shoulder and kissed your thighs whispering praises at you. He licked and sucked at your clit.
You pulled him up by his shirt and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.
In between kisses you spoke. "It's not fair Im fully naked while you still are fully clothes"
He chuckled. "Undress me baby"
And within minutes Vinnie's clothes were scattered across the room. You and Vinnie kept kissing and touching each other.
In one swift moved you moved on top of Vinnie and sinked down on him. Vinnie let out a moan and was holding onto your hips. You threw your head back and started to move up and down on him.
"Oh baby you look so perfect on top of me. You're so beautiful, so perfect"
You were so close to coming Vinnie could feel it. "Is my pretty girl close? Come on beautiful. Cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me pretty girl?"
That is all it took for you. You came all over Vinnie's dick. You pulled out and fell onto the bed cuddling closer to Vinnie.
He smiled and kissed the top of your head whispering praises.
You looked up at him. "Wait you didn't get to finish-"
Vinnie shushed and kissed you. "This wasn't about me pretty this was about you that all I care about"
End of flashback
You were taken out of your thoughts by a light slap on your ass. You looked up at Vinnie. He chuckled and got onto the bed with you.
"What are you thinking of princess" He said giving you a kiss on the lips
You giggled, "Just how much I love you baby"
He pulled you on top of him and kissed your neck.
"I love you more princess. Being with you is like a dream."
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jjcre8 · 2 days ago
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✩˚。⋆ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍: 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.
below is a list of dialogue said by various characters , including villains , guards & doctors , & The Batman himself. this dialogue was gathered from the game wiki page , & compiled into a list for easy access & use. feel free to change names & pronouns as needed. do not add to the list , & always reblog from the source.
TW DISCLAIMER. this meme may contain potentially triggering content , pertaining to care of patients in the batman franchise.
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" How did he get out? I mean, you're here and... "
" Some loyalty! Do you need any help? "
" You and your men are safer here. I'll find you if I need anything. "
" I saw the alert, what's wrong? Where are you? "
" I don't get it. This place is supposed to be secure. "
" Unfortunately, some of the patients will always try and escape. I'll stop them. "
" Thanks for the concern, officer, but it will take more than guns to stop me. "
" I'll take care of this. "
" Thanks. Let me know if you need backup. "
" Exactly. He's left me a trail to follow. He's alive. "
" You wait here. I'll be back. "
" You heard the lady. We've got another psycho on the way. "
" Keep your weapons trained on it at all times. "
" It's my favourite show. I'm Warden Idiot, You'll Never Escape'. "
" Just gotta check your prisoner. "
" You have to listen to me! It's a mistake. I didn't do it! "
" I've waited a long time for this, Bats. Let's start the party. With a BANG. "
" I think you need a little more...! Tell me, what demons do you have left to beat? Shall we see? "
" This isn't a simple escape attempt. Joker's been planning this. "
" Please help me! "
" You're going to be fine. Stay here. "
" Batman's here! Just hold on a little longer! "
" I want all the doctors rounded up. Search every inch of the Medical building. I mean it. "
" La la la la lu lu lu la! Hey! Scram, Bats! This is my me time. "
" Shut it and get down there with the others. MOVE IT!! "
" Batman's as good as dead. "
" The medical building is ours. No one's takin' it from us. "
" I can't wait to get outta here. This hospital scares the crap out of me. "
" Man, I hate the smell of hospitals. "
" Ain't hospitals supposed to be clean? This place stinks. "
" The room's clear. You're safe now. "
" Did they have anyone with them? "
" They took someone into the elevator, I couldn't tell who it was. "
" We'll be fine. "
" What about the others? We heard gunfire. They could be dead. "
" Batman, we've got another problem. "
" Why are you doing this? I have done exactly as you've asked "
" Look at me, you think I care? Stop your whining and listen good. "
" Keep quiet. I'm not sure how much more of your yapping I can take. "
" Bad publicity will effect his campaign for Mayor. "
" Don't speak. You're safe now. "
" What are you waiting for?! April Fools' day?! Get down there! "
" HE'S HERE! "
" Yeah. Big Bad Batman. C'mon, tough guy, come and get us. "
" Oh. Look at him, stuck out there. Ain't ya got a cat to rescue from a tree or something? "
" Yeah, that's right. Go on. Get lost. We're in control. "
" Is he dead? "
" I think so. "
" You may wanna do a quick head count. "
" BABOOM! Another one bites the dust. "
" Batman's as good as dead. "
" Yeah. Give us orders and then sit in your nice safe room while we fight Batman. Nice... "
" Batman? Can you hear me? Show yourself! "
" Oh, I'd like to thank my fans for their undying support, and the people of Gotham, who I will be seeing very soon. "
" I salute my fallen enemy. "
" Oh. Isn't that cute. Little Bat's a-sleepin'. Someone finsh him off. "
" That loser didn't stand a chance. I mean, look at me. "
" Gotta say. I thought you'd last longer. "
" Loser, Loser, Loser! "
" Bye bye, Bats! "
" Once again I have defeated you, Batman! "
" I will enjoy feasting on your bones. "
" Tick, tock. Feed the Croc. "
" And at the end of fear, oblivion. "
" Now madness takes you, forever. "
" You're dead and buried, darling. "
" Sorry, love, you're plucked. "
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ellieputellas · 2 days ago
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give me a minute | part two of "if you’d have stuck around"
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give me a minute, kiss me again, i'll say goodbye to cloudy blue skies i'd trade all i've got in my name for you instead of this pain — "give me a minute" by lizzy mcalpine
part one | part two | part three (wip)
🏷️: @simp4panos @moonystoes
The video went live, and it racked up views within hours. Comments poured in, with fans loving the new content and even new people from your own follower base growing interested in the content. You hadn’t expected it to take off so quickly, but the sudden popularity of the video felt satisfying. 
Soon, the video was the most viewed on your company's Youtube and TikTok. You wondered why it must have blown up; it felt like such generic fluff but a lot of people seemed to like it. 
The popularity of the video led to talks in your office of pursuing more sports content. You usually did pieces with celebrities, actors, influencers but maybe expanding to somewhat newer territories would be a great way to compete with other media companies.
Aside from discussing the popularity of the video, a bunch of your younger colleagues were smitten by Elisa. The effortless and nonchalant French vibe seemed to be all the rage with your officemates, much to your annoyance.
You were getting asked left and right about her by your younger co-workers. You tried not to seem annoyed as to not raise suspicion but frankly you were over it. You kinda liked it better when all the baby gays in your office were preoccupied with Emma D'arcy or Paige Bueckers. Hell, you preferred that shortlived era when everyone crushed on your girlfriend after she got a haircut. 
But no, instead, all anyone could talk was Elisa. Even your work friends groupchat was flooded with Tiktok links to edits of your ex-girlfriend. 
God, if you're real, you'd give us a new cute gay intern for these girls to focus on instead. You wished for it on more than one occasion over the past few days.
You were working on a new pitch when the bubbly intern Daisy peered over your cubicle with a cheeky grin on her face. "Y/N..." She said, extending your name in a cutesy manner. 
"Yes, Daisy?" You smiled but gave a cautious eyebrow raise at the younger girl. She had been one of the new staunch Elisa fanatics in your office, even trying to convince Casey to ask her dad to take everyone in the office to go watch the PSG friendlies match tomorrow. "This better be important."
She giggled and blushed. "You have a guest at the lobby."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "Is it a delivery?" You paused, thinking that it might be the magazine archives you requested for another thing you were working on. "You can just sign for that, y'know?"
She chuckled again. "No, no, I can't sign for it." She said before making a gesture for you to just come along.
You sighed and stood from your cubicle before following the intern. When you arrived at the lobby, you were met with the sight of the last person you wanted to see. 
"I told you I couldn't sign for it." Daisy commented.
"Oh," I said. 
Elisa stood up from the chairs in your office lobby. She gave you a weak smile before greeting you. "Hey."
You looked at her, clad in her team hoodie and joggers. She had a paper bag with her which you made notice of. You turned to Daisy who was basically as red as a tomato. You sighed.
You stepped towards Elisa. "Uh, what are you doing here?" You said in a hushed voice.
She blinked. She looked a tad nervous and awkward but you figured it might have been because Daisy had been very obviously gawking behind me.  
"I—I know this might be unexpected, but I wanted to drop by and thank you for the interview," she said, extending the gift. "The team…loved it."
You thanked her curtly, hesitantly getting the gift from her. "Do you... wanna talk somewhere more private? In the conference room, maybe?" You asked.
She nodded. You led the way inside your office. Elisa gave a friendly greeting to the intern who looked like she was going to burst in just a moment. You finally made your way to one of the vacant meeting rooms.
You shut the door behind you and the privacy curtains, knowing fully well that your co-workers would very indiscreetly pass multiple times just  to catch a glance of the new office crush.
You two stood awkwardly before you finally gestured for her to sit. She paused before sitting on the chair adjacent to you. 
You glanced down at the paper bag, only catching a glance of what looked like a jersey. "Elisa... why are you here?" It sounded more exasperated and hostile than you intended.
"I already told you." She answered, defensively. "The team's social media engagement blew up after the video and now all the tickets to our friendlies are sold out. The team just wanted to thank you."
You sighed. "I don't think I can take credit for that. Someone else conceptualized that video." You responded, shaking your head. "Besides, why just me? Gina took care of the production. Hell, Casey did even more than I did. All I did was read out a script written by some other person."
Elisa furrowed her eyebrows together, looking confused. "I don't know, okay? You were the one they remembered so you're the one being thanked. Is that so bad?" Her voice raised with annoyance. "God, can't you just say thanks."
You took a deep breath. Suddenly, you were teleported back to the time that you were always arguing like this — raised voices, misunderstanding, hostile tones.
"I'm sorry, I just thought you'd appreciate it." Her voice was more calm.
You nodded. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Thank your teammates for thinking about me." You responded, just wanting to avoid another argument. "What is it anyway?"
Elisa shrugged and her facial expression softened. "Why don't you look?" Her tone had a slight amusement to it. You looked at her and she had a small smile. "I thought of what to get you. Jackie wanted to get you flowers but uh, I think... I know you well enough and you might want this more."
You ignored what she had just said, not wanting to read into it. You lifted up the jersey. It was the Paris Saint-Germain away kit. You hummed. "Thanks?"
She chuckled at your reaction. "Turn it around." She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're so quick to react negatively."
Your eyes widened as you turned it around with your last name on the back and your old number from when you used to play — a five. A wave of nostalgia hit you.
"What?" Your voice was soft as you blinked at the sight of it.
Elisa scooted closer to you. "I had our staff get it done this morning and uh... I know that five is my number now," She started. "But it was yours before it was mine."
She put a careful hand on your knee. "I'm just giving it back to you... if you'd want it." 
Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the list of the new numbers assigned to each player at your summer camp. "Huh, why am I not five anymore?" You asked yourself in English. "Because I'm five now." A voice behind you said. You turned around to see a taller brunette girl with short hair, wearing a baggy jersey. "You got a new number because five is mine." You scoffed at the girl with a strong French accent. "I was here since last summer? I should have first dibs." You argued, thinking it must have been a mistake. She stepped closer to you, intimidating you with her height. "Well, obviously, I'm a better player so coach gave me first dibs." She smirked. "But I'll give it back to you under one condition."
"What?" You spat out. The smirk grew on the girl's face. "Date me." "No chance."  "Tough luck," She chuckled. "Guess you're stuck with... fifteen? What a shit number."
“Huh.” You murmured, remembering the memory. "Took you long enough to give it back to me."
"Yeah, yeah, to be fair, I wanted to give it back to you when we uh... started dating." She chuckled awkwardly. "But uh, you were done with football then so I might as well keep it."
You couldn't pinpoint what you were feeling at that moment. It was overwhelming — the memories, her proximity to you, her intoxicating scent filling the room, her hand on your knee.
She must have noticed that you were frozen in thought again. She took her hand away from you. "I see you like to overthink still." She joked.
You feigned a chuckle as you put the jersey on your lap, feeling the fabric with your fingers awkwardly.
Elisa, who’d been watching your reaction, cleared her throat. “There’s, uh… something else from me too,” she added, a little nervous. "In the bottom of the bag."
You just looked at her. She gave you a small smile before taking the paper bag from the table and sticking her hand in. She reached into something small — small enough to fit in her palm without you seeing what it was. 
Elisa pulled out a small, battered keychain — a football charm with a lucky four leaf clover on it. The steel was scuffed and dirty but it looked almost like it did years ago.
"Just another thing I want to give back to you," Elisa said. She dangled it in front for you to take. You stuck your hand out and let her place it gently on your palm. Your eyebrows furrowed.
"Elisa," You called out to the French girl after a winning scrimmage. You had scored a goal in that game and were an essential part of the defense line.  On the other hand, Elisa was subbed off early in the game after making a few crucial mistakes. It left her pissed off and moody so much so that even when your team won, she didn't bother to huddle with your team and celebrate. "You fucking bad sport," You commented before giving her a punch on the shoulder. "You think you could just bail without congratulating me for being the player of the match?" She didn't seem amused by your teasing. "Cool it, fifteen. It was a scrimmage." She warned, using the nickname she gave you. "Besides, I'm not in the mood." Your rolled your eyes at her immaturity. "Are you seriously not happy for me, huh?" She took a deep breath. Her eyes which had been previously dodging your gaze finally met yours.  "Fine, you did really well." She acquiesced. "I'm just jealous actually. I didn't have my head in the game, you know? Not even for the past few marches. But you're doing... really good. I loved watching you play. You're getting even better than I am." She pinched your cheek playfully and you swatted her arm away with a chuckle. You hummed as you batted your eyelashes at her. "You really have a crush on me, De Almeida." Her smile grew. "I used to... but not after I learned how cocky and arrogant you are."  You rolled your eyes. "Y'know what, I think I played really good cause of what I got at the supermarket this morning." You chuckled before swinging your backpack to your front, struggling to unhook the football keychain you got. "They had some promotional event where you could win a trip to Barcelona, a signed jersey, an umbrella, all that. But, I won this. The cashier said it was a lucky charm." You showed her the steel keychain. "It's not a weekend off to Spain but hey, it really must be lucky." You chuckled. You looked at Elisa and noticed that she had a soft gaze fixed on you with a slight smile. Her brown eyes seemed even lighter as she looked at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. "What?" She rolled her eyes. "You're such a gullible idiot." She teased as she touched your keychain. "This is just a corny keychain from the supermarket." You playfully pushed her again, making her laugh. She bit her lip, still looking amused at you. "Don't be mean." You told her off. "But if you feel that way, then so be it. I was supposed to give it to you but since you're such an ass..." Her eyes widened in instant regret. "No, no, I want it." She reached for the keychain but you swung your arm behind you so she wouldn't catch it. She grappled with you for the keychain, desperately trying to get it from you. In the process, her hand found its way to the small of your back, holding you in place to prevent you from further squirming. You paused and felt shocked at the sudden touch and proximity, causing you to lose focus on keeping the keychain away from Elisa. "Aha!" She exclaimed as she grabbed the keychain from you. "Now, I'm the lucky one." You sighed. "Okay, fine, you need it more anyway." You teased, under your breath. You expected a retort from the French girl but instead, you two fell silent and Elisa still had her hand on your back. You looked up at the girl. "What?" Her brown eyes were soft and they flickered from your eyes to your lips. "Don't worry, fifteen." She said in a hushed voice. "I'll trade you something for it." "It better be worth it cause that keychain is priceless." You said teasingly. "I hope you think it is," She said nervously before slowly leaning into you. You could see her hesitating, pausing a bit to gauge your reaction. You stayed steady and fluttered your eyes close as she finally closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss. 
Your fingers stilled as you stared at it. You were at a disbelief as to why Elisa even kept such a cheap keychain. You touched the chain part, noticing that it was noticeably newer and made of a different metal. 
Elisa must have noticed. "I had to get the chain changed at a jeweler this morning." She clarified. "It's gotten pretty flimsy over the years and it broke before I came here."
You stayed silent. She tried to lighten the mood by telling you how it broke. "It's funny actually... Before I came here, my car had some issues so I naturally had to take the taxi and my driver was so, so talkative. I really didn't care until he started talking about football."
"He started talking shit about the PSG men's team, which I found funny." She chuckled, pausing to look at you for a reaction. "Anyway, when he dropped me off at the airport and helped with my bags, he noticed I was wearing a PSG jacket and my bag tag had the PSG logo."
You looked at her, waiting for her to finish her story. "So, he carefully asks me if I was a fan, looking regretful at what he said and I said 'non... je suis l'un des joueurs.'" (No, I'm one of the players.)
You gave her a soft chuckle. She was beaming as she continued the story. "I just watched him look like this," She paused to make a shocked face with her jaw open and eyes wide. "And then he said... 'désolé, monsieur, je n'aurais pas deviné... je pensais que vous étiez une fille.'" (Sorry, sir. I thought you were a girl.)
You shook your head and chuckled. "So he thought you were part of the men's team."
She nodded, looking amused. "Yeah, supposedly." She sighed. "But anyway, as he was driving away, I noticed that the football charm on the keychain was gone. It was just the round part and the flimsy chain. So, I panicked."
"I feel like it was such a dumbass move to do in the airport but I left my luggage there at the drop-off to chase after the taxi," She said with a big smile on her face, recalling the incident. "It was like I was in a TV show running after a taxi and shouting but anyway, after probably four minutes of sprinting, I caught up to the taxi and rummaged the backseat and found the keychain lodged somewhere between the cushions."
She shook her head at the memory. "I thanked the taxi man and he looked incredibly annoyed, making him stop in the middle of a busy road. He started calling me crazy and he pointed at me and shouted 'Tu n'es pas PSG; tu es une fille!'" (You are not PSG; you are a girl!)
She laughed at her own story and you gave a weak smile. You started piecing her story together, recalling the shoot you had the other day with the other PSG girls. "So... you were late to the airport?" You clarified.
She nodded. "Yeah, my manager got so pissed at me for it too."
You exhaled, pausing for a moment. "I thought it was because you left your passport." You looked up at her.
Elisa realized her slip-up and shrugged. "I couldn't tell them I was late because I chased after a taxi over a keychain." 
Suddenly, you two fell silent again. You looked at the scuffed keychain once more. It was so worn down and dated. You couldn't understand why Elisa would keep it after all of these years. 
"When I gave you this keychain, you called me a gullible idiot for thinking it was a lucky charm." You recalled and gave a small chuckle. "Yet you kept it..."
Elisa ran a hand through her hair, realizing she had revealed more than she wanted to. "Well, I had it in my first game with PSG and we won. The times I forgot it at home, we lost miserably. I don't know. It's silly but yeah... I kept it."
You hummed and nodded. "You do know I didn't actually believe it was lucky back then..." You clarified. "I only said it to make you feel better about being benched."
She nodded. "I know." She sighed. "But the lucky aspect.... it's not the only reason why I kept it."
Again, there awkward and heavy energy filled the air. You ran your thumb through the metal, feeling the texture of the keychain against your  finger. You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know what to think. 
You knew what Elisa was trying to say but it was hard for you to make sense of it. She never made an effort to contact you after you broke up. You two haven't seen each other in years... yet here she was practically digging up the bones of your relationship which you have worked so hard to bury. 
Elisa was the first to break the tension. She put her hand over yours, gently running her thumb against your skin in the same way you were touching the keychain just now. You avoided looking at her but you could tell thay her brown eyes were fixed on you.
"I'm sorry..." She started with an almost undetectable shake in her voice. "I'm sorry I never reached out to you. I'm sorry that I'm bringing it all up now. And, I'm sorry... for what happened to us."
Your gaze stayed fixed on the table, afraid of what might transpire if you had looked at her face.
"I just..." She paused. "Je pense à toi tout le temps....et je regrette tout." (I think about you a lot still... and I regret everything.)
Your heart was beating fast and you've grown increasingly emotional. You just didn't know which emotions were there as they had tangled with each other inside of you. Elisa was still brushing her thumb against your hand and it felt like too much at the moment. It felt... wrong.
"It's been five years," You didn't know why you said it. You felt like the words just slipped right out of your mouth.
Elisa nodded. "Yeah, I shouldn't have let it take this long." She muttered under her breath. "I just had no way of telling if there'd be another chance for us and every day that passed just made it feel more and more impossible... but then I saw you. It just felt like a sign, you know."
You finally had it in you to look up at her. You nearly gave in when you saw her with her beautiful face and those warm eyes on you. But you shook your head. 
"You don't know me anymore," You said softly, trying to keep composure. "And, I don't know you."
Elisa sighed deeply but you could tell she understood what you meant. You were no longer young, in college, and sharing a small dorm with tiny, pushed-together single beds.
She was a full-blown football superstar and you were this writer with an established life here. Sure, a lot of your tiny quirks and habits stayed the same but you could just tell that time has changed you two so much.
"I know, and it's better now." She said, leaving you confused. "We got what we always wanted in our lives and now, we can... give us a chance."
You let our a sarcastic chuckle. 
"It sounds corny, I know." She rolled her eyes at her own statement. "But I mean it... why else would we have met again this way?"
Silence befell the two of you for the nth time. It just was too much for you to process quickly. You were suddenly forced back into the same situation you were years ago.
"Elisa... where do you see yourself in five years?" You repeated the same question you asked exactly five years ago. The very question you asked that caused you two to fall apart.
You looked up and her face just fell. It was her turn to be speechless. You let out another dry chuckle as you quickly wiped off your moist eyes. 
"Five years ago, you said you'd be in a major club and playing the Olympics and travelling the world." You reminded her. "And you got everything you asked for."
You paused and cleared your throat to avoid your voice from cracking. "I wasn't part of your dreams five years ago..." You nodded. "And for the past five years, I worked on accepting that."
She looked at you with pleading eyes but she stayed silent. You sighed shakily. "You don't get to undo the past five years just like that."
A part of you felt broken; you felt like you were still that same girl five years ago crying over never being a priority to her girlfriend. If past you knew about what you chose to say now, she'd be ripping her hair out.
Surely, you'd prefer it, right? Your dream job with your dream girl who also achieved all her dreams. A chance to be together and still have it all. It seemed like the ideal scenario.
But it wasn't that simple.
You made peace with your break-up. You built this life that you had now brick-by-brick. Sure, you got a bit lucky with getting a girlfriend who was basically a media nepo baby. But you still worked your ass off to get everything you wanted. There was still so much more for you to do... and you just knew you couldn't do that if you were with Elisa.
"What am I supposed to do, Elisa?" You asked. "Quit my job? Leave my girlfriend? Abandon my life, my friends, my family and go back to Paris so I can be your football WAG?"
She looked annoyed. "I'm not asking you to do all that. I just... want another chance, okay?" 
"Did you even think this through? What would you do if I agreed to give you a chance?" Your voice started to get louder. "I'll just go end things with my girlfriend — whose dad, by the way, is my boss — and just date you? What if you realized I'm not the same as I was before? Then, I would have lost everything while you still get to keep being PSG's star defender, Elisa de Almeida."
Elisa grew frustrated but you knew her words were making sense to her. "I didn't think it would be so offensive to tell you that I still care about you after all these years." She raised her voice. "You're acting like I'm wrong because I still love you."
You were shocked but you tried not to show that you were taken aback by her declaration. Elisa sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "There... I still love you." She repeated it. "I just wanted to remind you that a long time ago, you loved me too."
You looked at the keychain and the jersey and felt your heart twist in pain. Part of you loved hearing Elisa say that she still loved you after all these years but the logical, more mature side of you knew that she was being selfish, naive, and immature. She may have changed a lot career-wise but she was still the same selfish and immature Elisa she was five years ago.
You took a deep sigh, feeling a bit shaken up. You avoided looking at Elisa. "I think you should leave."
Elisa said your name and tried to reach out to you to touch your hand again but you shook your head. "Please just leave."
Elisa paused. From your peripheral vision, you could see her contemplating. You knew that as much as she wanted to stay and convince you, she had a game in San Diego to attend to.
For a second, you thought she'd ditch the game — some desperate attempt to beg for you back. If that happened, you wondered if you would have given her a chance. After all, that would have shown you that she was finally prioritizing your relationship (or in this case, a shot at a relationship again) — something she never did when you were together. You were certain that you wouldn't have given in that easily... but deep inside, you knew it would have changed a lot of things. 
But you weren't given that dilemma. 
Elisa stood up. She paused to take a breath before leaving you in that meeting room alone. You didn't bother to lift your head when she left. You just let your head hang low and let the tears fall.
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a/n: i didn't proofread so pls lmk if there are any mistakes! i write pretty quick but the last chapter might take longer! hopefully, i can finish by this weekend hehe lmk if u wanna be added to tags
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Momo x Reader: I would.
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Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle
A/N: The last of my Misamo fics, and umm, enjoy
“I’m telling you, you look good. Stop pulling or it’s gonna crease now.” Mina said with her eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed as she leaned on the doorframe.
“I know, I know, I just wanted to look perfect.” You replied, causing Mina’s voice to soften. “How’re you holding up?” Mina asked. You were anticipating this question, it was a big day afterall. “A little nervous, but overall, I’m doing alright.” You say with a small smile. “Well, the service is scheduled to begin soon, so try not to dilly dally, it’ll be unfortunate to keep the guests waiting.” Mina replied, walking to the mirror, adjusting her dress before heading to walk out. “Hey, Myoui.” You call out just before Mina walked out from the room
“I know you were busy, but thanks for being here.” Mina shot you a small smile, a hint of melancholy and sadness. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Looking up at the mirror, you take a deep breath, a smile on your face. The same one you had practised in the mirror for days, in the hopes that you could hold it through the service. It’d be unseemly to start crying in the middle of it.
Stepping out from the room, you look to Mina, who had already situated herself at the lectern, who looked back at you, shooting you an inquisitive thumbs up. Seeing you nod in response, Mina cued the band, who began playing a slow soft tune. “Friends, Family, Loved Ones. As I’m sure you all know, I’m Mina Myoui, friends with both Y/N and Momo. We’re gathered here today to-” Just as Mina began to speak, you quickly jumped in, causing Mina to look at you with a quizzical look. “I wanna speak a little before the whole thing begins.” You whisper to Mina, who looks confused, but nods, handing you the mic. As Mina stepped off the lectern, her speech taken with her, you stood up, a deep inhale as you looked across the crowd. Sana and the girls sat right up front, next to your parents and Momo’s parents. Behind them, a messy collage of friends, family, coworkers. People who meant a lot to you and Momo. You were glad to see them here, with the whirlwind of confusion you had been under, you were too swamped to check RSVPs, and especially with how abrupt the whole thing was. 
“Hello, Friends, Family, All of you. I’d like to start off by saying how grateful I am that all of you made it. I’m really happy to see all of you, and I’m sure Momo is too. I know this is a little unconventional, but, before we get everything started, I wanted to talk a little about Momo. I know a lot of you know Momo, in fact I think all of you know Momo as the goofy one who spaced out a little too much and loved jokbal, but I wanted to talk about our story, how I met her, how, how she became the light of my life.”
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“Oh when I get out of here, I’m gonna wring the life out of that bitch ass elmo.” You grumbled under your breath, picking yourself up from the ground. Your school needed you to sign up for extra curriculars by friday last week, and you had trusted your friend not to mess it up, but of course, your friend had accidentally mixed up both of your envelopes, so while she’s enjoying archery, you were stuck in a dancing class you didn’t even want to attend. “That was very graceful.” You heard a teasing voice from behind you, causing you to look back, and you saw her, a light layer of sweat glistening off her forehead, a teasing smile with her arms crossed. “Yup, a graceful fall, like a panda who drank too much whiskey.” You sighed, raising your hand up as she grabbed you by the hand, pulling you up. “You’re Momo right? From Chemistry. With Ms Marina.” You asked, Momo nodding. “Right on, been looking, creep?” Momo asked as she bumped you on the shoulder, a light giggle. “Yeah, been looking to burn my notes.” You hummed as Momo giggled. “So, what brings you here? I say this with love, you do not seem the dancing type.” Momo mused as she walked to her bag, rummaging about, pulling out an isotonic drink, tossing it to you. “Well, I wanted to take Archery, but my friend had to go and mix up our stuff, and now, here I am.” You sigh, taking a small sip “Well, thank god for your friend, because now I get to meet you.” Momo said nonchalantly, causing you to almost spit your drink out. “Come on! Come on!” Momo grabbed you by the arm, pulling you to the mirror. “Okay, so, this is how you do this move.” She said, positioning herself behind you, placing one hand on your waist, the other on your hand, puppeteering you, all the while you were fighting the urge to combust. You’d have to thank Elmo later.
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“And that person is sat in the corner, the one dressed like a yassified calico critter.” You say, pointing to the corner, as your friend stood up, theatrically bowing as the crowd looked on, slight giggles at the story. “And as I’m sure you all knew, Momo was a unique person. Sure, she was serious when she had to be, but when she didn’t, whoa, she was the most random person we’d ever met. You know those random questions she’d send at like 2am, like “how would you arrest a one armed person. How would the handcuff situation even work?”, or “is Macaroni and Cheese ‘Mac’ because it’s short for Macaroni, or because it’s the acronym for Macaroni and Cheese.” You can laugh, Nayeon, don’t worry about it.” You commented “I wanted to tell you guys one of those stories that really stuck out to me.” .
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It had been a long night for you, work had piled up at the station, so you were forced to work well into the night. By the time you got home, it was around 3am, and you expected to return to an empty home. Instead, you saw Momo laying on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, eyes closed shut despite the show playing on the TV, all in a futile attempt to stay awake. Walking to her, you knelt down, placing your arms under her, before picking her up and carrying her to the room. “You’re back.” Momo mumbled, nose scrunched, holding in a yawn. “I told you to go to sleep first, no? You didn’t have to wait for me, love. I could have been so much later.” You whispered, using your back to push the room door open. “Well, I missed you.” Momo mumbled, causing you to chuckle. “Wouldn’t it be better to go to sleep, so when you woke up, I’d be there already? Instead of having to stay awake to wait for me.” You asked, causing Momo to shrug “Hey, your job is to blindly support me, not give me completely rational advice.” Momo argued, causing you to let out a small laugh. Once you placed Momo on the bed, you turned to the bathroom, planning to take a shower. “Hey babe, I have a question.” Momo mumbled groggily You sighed, turning around as you sat next to her. You had been with her for too long to not know what she was about to ask you. “Would you love me if I was a rock?” She asked, causing you to raise an eyebrow. It had usually been a worm, or some other animal. This was new. “You always ask me such silly questions. Go to sleep, love.” You said with a small smile, placing a kiss on her forehead as she hummed in agreement, pulling the blanket over her.
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The crowd laughed a little, though you felt a small wave of sadness rush through you. “Thank you all, I hope this helped put a smile on your faces. I know she wouldn’t want this to be too sad.” Looking to Mina, you nod, getting her to step back up to the lectern, as you retired back to the seat near the front, to a few backpacks, and whispers of condolences “Friends, Family, Loved Ones. As I’m sure you all know, I’m Mina Myoui, friends with both Y/N and Momo. We’re gathered here today to mourn the passing of a great friend, a great daughter, a great wife. Hirai Momo.”
“Hey, most of the guests are heading into the main hall, you coming?” Mina asked, looking at you, while you stood frozen at the spot, the merciless raindrops pelting you on the back. “I’ll be there in a short while.” You quietly reply, Mina nodding. “Take your time buddy.” With a sigh, you sit, your head leaning on her gravestone. “Hey love. I miss you. It was hard to smile through all that.” You whispered to the stone, as if you would hear a whisper in the wind. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on without you.”
As you whispered to the dead, a question bubbled in your mind. You sighed, it’s almost as if she knew. “Would you love me if I was a rock?” Under the unrelenting assault of rain, you slowly ran your hand across the top of the tombstone. “I would.”
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It Won't Kill You
|| Leighton Murray x nonbinary!reader
|| Warnings; swearing, drunk reader & Leighton, college party, cigarette and vape mentions, reader has an asthma attack, hurt/comfort, soft Leighton
|| Summary; when Leighton drags reader to a house party, she forgets about the smoke until its a little too late.
Requests open!
Started; october 28th
Finished; october 29th
Anon Request; hiii! Can you make a Leighton x reader where reader and Leighton are together already and Leighton makes reader go to a party with her but reader starts having an asthma attack because they got triggered by something at the party and Leighton helps them and comforts them? Also I looveee your writtingg Its very good 🫶🏼
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"We're going to that party!" Leighton said as she tried dragging you out of bed; you whined in protest. Parties were not your scene. Anything and everything could happen and you didn't like that. Your hands gripped your sheets as Leighton tried to pull you off. "Ugh, I'm getting you out of this bed! You can't waste your entire college life in your room."
"Yes I can," You argued back and she rolled her eyes. Putting her hands in the air in defeat. Or so she made you think; really she was just trying to get you to lower your guard.
"Fine! Fine! Wanna be a loser? Be my guest." She started to walk away and the moment you sat up, she rushed back and yanked you out of bed. Causing you to land on the floor with a thump that made you wince. Leighton, however, just looked smug about it. "Ha!"
"Ow.." You shot her a glare, though there was no real threat behind your eyes. Leighton knew that full well as she watched you sit up and stand.
"Oh come on, you're going to thank me later." She did a once over of you in your pjs and cringed," absolutely not. Let's go." Leighton dragged you out of your dorm and all the way to hers, which was quite a distance. The two of you were in separate halls.
When she got you there, she'd further drag you to her room and make you sit on her bed. You watched Leighton with a confused expression for a moment. Though when Leighton walked to her closet, you realized what she was doing. She pulled out some of her clothes that she thought would suit you. Then tossed them at you. They hit you in the face; making you flinch from the suddenness.
"Put those on." She demanded, you easily listened to your girlfriend and put the clothes on. Leighton had gone through the extra measure of making sure they were gender neutral enough for you. Something that you greatly appreciated. Leighton wasn't big on romantics, but she would do little things. It was one of the things about her that you loved; how she tried to act like she doesn't care.. but her actions always spoke louder. "Well?" Leighton was getting impatient as she watched you check yourself out in the mirror.
"Damn." You breathed out, not remembering the last time clothing made you look this good. Leighton's smug smirk returned and she took your hand, once again dragging you. She dragged you around pretty often.
"That's what I thought." She pulled you over to the main room where the two of you did some pregaming. Drinking a couple of shots each before heading off to the party. It wasn't that far from where your dorm was, so you didn't have too much distance to travel.
Once there, Leighton immediately brought you to where the drinks were with a grin on her face. She didn't notice the smoke that lingered from cigarettes, vapes and what not. Being used to it. But you did. This was partly why you didn't like going to parties. Lots of smoke in small areas. It really messed with your asthma. "Leighton-" You started to say, trying to tell her you didn't want to be there.
"I know, you want to go back to the dorm. But just have some fun! It won't kill you." She rolled her eyes, it could kill you. If you weren't careful. She handed you a drink that you took little sips from, trying to dance and just hang out. Enjoy the vibe of the night and not worry about the lingering smoke. Until it got to be a little too much.
Steady breaths. You tried to remind yourself as your chest heaved. Yeah, it definitely wasn't the steady breaths you were trying to achieve. You tried your best to focus on it but the loud music really wasn't helping. Your throat felt tighter and tighter by the minute. Digging through the pockets of your outfit, you found your inhaler. Luckily you'd stashed it in before Leighton dragged you here. You took a couple puffs, which got Leighton's attention. Her eyes widened when she realized what was happening with you.
"Shit. Why didn't you say something?" Leighton was by your side in a second. Watching as you took the needed puffs from your inhaler, when you seemed okay enough she took your hand. Bringing you outside. Thinking the fresh air might help. She turned to face you, nodding her head a little as she saw you taking breaths again." That's it. Just like that, baby." She assured you, Leighton wasn't normally this soft. But she knew when to make exceptions. She was smart enough to recognize that if she was bitchy during an asthma attack, it seriously wouldn't help you in the slightest.
It didn't take long for you to finally relax. Your shoulders became less tense and breathing got easier. You looked at Leighton and smiled.
"I'm okay." It was your turn to assure the blonde. Leighton smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the lips. It was heated, but you hardly minded. She pulled away and cupped your cheeks. Her eyes looking as though they were examining you.
"Are you sure?" She asked and you nodded.
"Yeah.." You took an extra breath and mirrored her smile. Which seemed to relax her. That could have been a lot worse and she's glad that it wasn't.
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polaris-likethestar · 1 day ago
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i know that this fun little road is coming to an end and i know we’re all gonna be mental messes when its all over and done but i js wanna say thank u sm to all the friends i made along the way u guys were truly the best thank u for everyone who i talked to and interacted with me u really made my days sm better
this show was amazing and meant so so much to me in so many ways and im gonna be so sad that’s its finished and ik that we aint gonna get all our questions answered but im js so grateful for this. really had the time of my life w this.
the coven brought up sm emotions for me and i know theres about to be so much more in less than two hours which is wild and I think this is really what i needed rn in my life.
not ready to say goodbye but its okay:)
In the words of our queen and icon lilia; i needed you, my coven. love u all. love this show. here we go !! one last trial for us all <3
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pardonmydelays · 1 month ago
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i think my biggest problem is that i've always been this kind of friend who's like "i may not understand your favourite thing in the world but i'm here to listen, support it with all my heart and be excited about it with you", so i kinda expect my friends to do the same thing for me. if it matters to you, it's important.
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8g-soymilk · 1 year ago
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Day 26 of @quezify's Eggtober! Extra colorful marker egg for today!
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triglycercule · 2 months ago
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What do you think the types of drunk would the murder trio be? Im pretty sure ask dusttale already answered this question about dust but i have to ask the mtt expert
see now askdusttale DID answer the question. but they didn't ANSWER the question when asked what dust is like drunk. they just said that dust is the type to drink himself blackout drunk. so that mean i have total freedom on deciding what the mtt are like drunk hehehe (rubs hands together in a villanous way that you would imagine nightmare doing or something idk)
i already have an absolutely hilarious idea for horror and it might just because i'm on the guilt section of his character analysis but i could TOTALLY imagine him being an emotional drunk. like he CRIES. horror sans man known for being incredibly guarded and private with what he feels bawling his eye out. he gets mad he gets sad he does not get happy because horror doesn't have the right to be happy. he is too upset over the fact that he fucking DOOMED all of horrortale because of his selfishness and nothing can stop him from being incredibly vocal about that fact so much so that killer had to tape his mouth shut because he wouldn't stop crying so loud. and then he just silently cries until he passes out from exhaustion. the alcohol has an incredibly strong effect on him because i dont think he would drink regularly plus he definitely hasnt drinken anything in those 7 years of starvation. it hits like a fucking plane crashing into him. or like getting his eye taken out again. either one!
another funny idea i had for killer would be like the alcohol affecting him but he SWEARS that he's still sober. he is very confused when he starts stumbling because wtf he doesnt FEEL drunk??? why is he bumping into walls and tables HELP WHY DOES HE SOUND FUCKING STUPID???? the alcohol is definitely effecting him but he swears he swears he doesn't feel drunk. hes not drunk its just the damn body doing this stupid bullshit!!!! he's still very aware of what's going on and is basically the same as sober but just like. he's wiggly he's wobbly and oh shit he just fell head face first into a tv whoops. he'd also have a high tolerance because just because. he can drink without feeling like shit until he just blacks out mid conversation with someone because his body couldn't take the toll of all the beer or whatever. hilarious idea triglycercule thank you triglycercule i know
dust in the context that we already know that he drinks AND he can fight against the human while like partially drunk.... i feel it would be kinda like a giggly drunk situation. except dust doesn't laugh at anything that's funny he only laughs when someone gets hurt or something. SADISTIC giggly drunk. because i can already imagine a half drunk dust laughing his ass off after killing the human and its a beautiful sight to me.
anyways imagine how it goes when you pair this sadistic giggly drunk with another that wont stop going through the 5 stages of grief and another that keeps on fucking falling over for no reason in his eyes. dream blunt rotation but the blunt is a bottle of vodka. i can already imagine it in my head and its fucking HILARIOUS. horror going on about how he caused the deaths of others and manipulated and tricked papyrus while killer is just trying his best to keep his eyes open because for some reason they won't stop trying to close. he is surprisingly getting frustated. dust has long since lost his voice laughing at this and he's just silent wheezing at everything. also phantom papyrus is only making the laughter worse because he keeps on making rude comments towards horror and killer and only he can hear him and its guffaw inducing. mtt amazing friend group you dont get shit like this anywhere else
#killer's breakdancing and he swears this isnt on purpose guys#GUYS GUYS ITS NOT ME THE BODY IS DRUNK OKAY WHY CANT I STOP WHEN DID I LEARN HOW TO DO THIS#horror has SO much to be guilty over its not even funny. ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY#nobody talks about this but this man is GUILTSTRIFEN. he is literally filled with so much guilt its not even funny#dust and killer have the genocides they did. ok. sure. that's it????#ugh god i dont wanna ramble in tags again..... im just gonna end up saying it in the analysis anyways but ughhhhhhhhhhh#yk what fine i'll rapid fire. trying to keep people from killing themselves. watching his friends die.#knowing that other monsters are getting eaten. worrying papyrus. coming up with a plan he knows wont work and tries make it happen#because that idea of them deconstrucing the core would NOT have worked so he did that out of selfishness#forcing his community to eat humans. tricking papyrus into eating humans. going against all his morals#dare i need say more i swear AND ALL OF THESE ARE SEPERATE THINGS TOO!!!!!!#he single handedly DOOMED horrortale into disarray by destroying the core#the eye idea wouldve worked. it wouldve been the only way monsterkind thrived#and yet he destroyed the core but kept his eye safe. as if one last big fuck you#you can have my eye but you cant have the machine that needs it. good luck bitches#THERE ALREADY WAS FOOD IN SNOWDIN BEFORE HE TOLD THEM TO EAT HUMANS#THERE COULD'VE BEEN ANOTHER WAY TO RATION THE FOOD OR FIND S FOOD SOURCE#BUT HE JUST TOLD TJEM TO EST HUMANS OUT OF SPITE SO UNDYNE WOULDN'T GET THE SOULS#granted it was a solution that worked for the hunger problem BUT HORROR FUCKING HATES IT#HE HATES THE IDEA OF EATING HUMANS HE HATES THE IDEA OF KILLING KIDS#BUT HE STILL DOES IT HE GOES AGAINST ALL HIS MORALS UGHHHHH#horror sans. horror sans my king horror sans my glorious lord and savior#i cannot WAIT to drop that character analysis. it will change lives. and by lives i mean me#i will be a changed man once the horror analysis comes out#anyways WHO IS THIS ANON AGAIN. its a question i always wonder because wtf#you have a daily question for me. this is like a log in event. if i answer all the questions in a row for a week i get a SPECIAL question#but fr thank you so much for your questions i love answering them its so fun to wrack my mind and figure out a way to answer it. brain teas#every time i see the words mtt expert i laugh lowly like an evil villain but i try not let it get to my head#humility is a standard i aim to uphold. one of my character traits. triglycercule character analysis when#tricule asks
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james-spooky · 26 days ago
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this is a test
#i’m bored i just wanna see how many words i can put in the tags like will it just keep going on forever or will they stop me like i know th#the tag limit is 30 ok so the iindividual tag limit is 140 characters that’s actually so rude i wanted to keep going forever and see how lo#g this could be but i guess we can do this 30 times ok what the flip should i talk about hm i was playing the guitar today but i rage quit#ause the song was hard and hurting my fingers! ermmmmm it was sunny ok this is boring let’s think of more exciting things to type hmmm acco#ding to all known laws of aviation- jk i’m not doing the bee movie script but can you imagine i think that would be funny hmmmmm words i lo#e podcasts so bad that’s a fact no one has ever know before my blog definitely isn’t all about audio dramas the people are definitely not a#ready aware of this jesus christ this is only the seventh one of these this is actually quite a lot of space i underestimated how much i ha#e to type btw there’s probably spelling mistakes in here somewhere or autocorrect has been annoying but i cba to retype anything so i don’t#care lolllllllllllll how do you feel about oscar malevolent i feel a normal amount actually (lie) yk what i really miss sam and colin alrea#y like i’m actually not okay i really hope we hear from sam again in s2 and also colin ngl i hope ur in the computers soz or not dead miss#im like a bastard my paranoid it king ok erm im running out of things to say um heartstopper s3 was crazy good i cried lmao i love gay peop#e so much it’s crazy i hope it gets renewed for s4 i need to reread the comics lowkey and the books they’re all so talented for being so yo#ng it scares me ngl !!!!!! the tmagp hiatus is getting to me slightly like february in reality is soon and not that far away for how podcas#ts go but seriously how am i supposed to live until then without knowing what happened. please colin be alive. ive only just realised i can#use fills stops. sorry that’s made everything a bit messy. i should’ve been doing this before. whoops. anyways. hi mutuals i love you all s#much i hope you enjoy my rambles and shitposts cause i enjoy yours very much! never think you’re being annoying i literally don’t care be a#annoying as you want posts as much as you want i am ur biggest fan <3 im getting a bit fatigued from typing like my mind is blank basically#now it’s just turned into a. stream of consciousness but i don’t really have any thoughts to put here idk if we’re halfway ermmmm omg it’s#lmost halloween how crazy is that time is flying by i kinda forgot it was october lmao. it’s wild how it’s basically almost christmas. like#what. that’s illegal. how is it wintertime again. what the flip. i miss summer already take me backkkkkkk. i hope my phone doesn’t crash or#smth cause i’ve not saved this as a draft and i cba to do any of this again. maybe i should save it. ok i will when i reach the next tag bc#ok it stopped me but i’ve saved it and holy jesus it’s a lot of text im just sat here giggling there’s really no point to any of this other#than me being bored sooooooooooooooooo (imagine if i just did the letter o for every character wouldn’t that be crazy) so wait there’s 140#haracters and 30 tags so what’s 30 x 140. someone hurry. i haven’t done maths lessons in two and a half years i’ve forgotten everything wai#let me get the calculator app ok im back it said 4100 characters so. i dont know how many words that roughly is but its. a decent amount. o#what the flip why am i wasting tag space with maths. i hate maths. my screen time has been actually soooooooooo bad recently like damn some#one put my phone in a block of ice please joshua gillespie style. my mind is running out of things to say. do i talk about myself. im james#im 18 which is weird cause wdym im an adult go away. ive run out of facts. i love podcasts and procedural dramas that stupid firefighter sh#w is my life unfortunately. i think chappell roan should be the queen of england instead of king charles. i dont like having a king cause#ho needs men in power not me. ok um this is the last tag equal rights for all. yolo. the time will pass anyways! thank u boredom ok bye gn:
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sophiethewitch1 · 6 months ago
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kinda wanna write a fic where the dog is literally the deus ex machina
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aheathen-conceivably · 7 months ago
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not an ask! just wanted to say that your story is lovely and one of the most beautifully captured and told i have ever seen! the way you depict and write your characters just brings them to life and i can't wait to see each and every post that comes from you <3
Just, ahem, excuse me while I crumple into a tiny little ball and cry in happiness…
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This ~especially~ hits because your Hayes were one of the stories that inspired me to start this lil blog way back when I did so I am just 😩
But whew, all my tears dried (maybe? not really…) thank you so very much. I sometimes think maybe I’ve gone a touch too far in turning everyone into an emotional wreck but hey, look at me, what would you expect? 😅
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todayisafridaynight · 1 month ago
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Hey so Snap this is going to be so fucking weird, but honestly don’t care. So I was watching a clip of Drag Race Philippines and it was the make over episode and I think they were making over family members and this father was all about getting into drag. So, I just wanted to tell you never forget how much of a lovely loving kind and caring father you have, who loves you and protects you and makes you feel heard. That’s all.
i'd have to die before i forget how great my dad is thank you for the opportunity to brag about him again anon
#snap chats#no smarmy one-sentence response i fear i never play about my dad's character and its been. A Month so i gotta be earnest#Comically And Topically tho i still wonder wtf my dad meant when he said 'i always thought of being a girl' when i opened up to him#part of me thinks he was just joking and thats probably it but also ....... //audible confusion + vine boom + eyebrow quirking//#its so funny you brought up my dad though i was thinking of visiting him this weekend#last week my Bitch Ass Mom wanted to watch a movie with me and since speak no evil was coming out i proposed we see that#since starting therapy shes been 'trying' to be closer with us but she still doesnt like me on a fundamental level so get bent ig#but she hates horror movies and made a whole show of not wanting to go and how american movies are so brutal and blah blah#this was right after she took me ice skating with her .. cause shes obsessed with ice skating now ... like maam please#i like skating so thank you but ... idk ... she never wants to do things i wanna do#then again we're pretty different i think so. LOL sorry i like horror movies and nothing you like apparently#im glad she didnt come cause i just went with my bro and since the theater was Virtually Empty we just cracked jokes the whole time vjlaekv#plus i just know my mom wouldve been annoying and i wanted to enjoy the movie !!!! which i did ty !!!!!!!#but yk who LOVES horror movies and who i used to watch horror movies with all the time growin up !!!!!!!!!!#i havent seen a movie with my dad in forever.... the last one we saw was so long ago but it was some weird owen wilson movie i think#wait now that ive dragged my mom into this she started therapy Did I Share That. Im Reminding You Anyway#but the most vile thing i ever heard her say was that she admitted to me she never loved my dad 'emotionally'#like wow ..... a thousand life times in hell for you i think i cant even begin to describe the rage chat i could write a novel#but i only have 30 tags so i wont. i should call my dad tho.. this is inspiring me to call my dad thank you anon#if youre still reading Double Thank You. i havent complained about my mom in a while and this was just funny timing overall vjRLKJAEVK#ok im gonna go talk with my dad now. my college friend's coming oevr in like three hours and we're gonna watch glass#cause that came up in convo yesterday Long Story so that should be funny vjlekjlakj
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