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#hehe a full nights rest? never heard of such a thing
sillyhoneybear2 · 10 months
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"Immortals dont need sleep... even though it would be nice..."
Also my first time releasing my (Y\N) character design hehe hope you enjoy!
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ja3hwa · 2 months
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♡ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐭.𝟑 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡
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【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong offers to drive you home, not realising it was a one was ticket to having his way with you.
『Word count』 : 1.82k
-> Genre: Smut. Fluff. DBF.  
Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader  
[Warnings] : Flirting. Making out. Car sex-ish. Thigh fucking. Clit play. Dirty talk. Pet names.
Note: I'm on a roll with this Dilf story. And I know I'm leaving you all hanging again. What can i say? i love to tease you guys. Hehe ♡♡ Also Special tags for @mingis-prince @itza-meee for liking this mini story thingy so much, hehe.
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The last few days of your trip were nothing but painful. You had woken up the morning of the lust-filled night, to Hongjoong already up and in the kitchen, among the other of your father's friends and some of their kids.
He didn't even look at you, pretending to go on with life like nothing had happened. But once you were inside your room, grabbing your swimmers to join Jongho and his two daughters in a game of pool volleyball, you were cornered by two firm hands gripping your bare waist and whispering, "You shouldn't get dressed so freely when anyone could walk in on you."
And by anyone he meant himself. He wouldn't let you leave that room until he was satisfied enough. Tasting your lips for around twenty minutes. But he never touched you where you needed. It was torturous. Your car was finally packed and ready. Everyone was staying around the front door of the cabin, saying their goodbyes. Your father looked sad but relieved, most likely happy he gets some peace now but sad all his friends were leaving.
"Yeah, but you should join us. Minnie's performance will be around lunchtime in the day, so you can hang around in the morning." Wooyoung was rambling on about his daughter's performance you heard about from her. She was a singer, and she had auditioned to join this label thingy. You didn't pay much attention to the conversation
"I'll show you the new bike," San interjected with a click of his tongue. His husband just rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how San doesn't shut up about that thing. Hongjoong was standing there also. Arms crossed in a tight black compression shirt. His tactical jet black pants and army boots made him look like walking sin. How does he look so hot just by standing?
“we should have a ride one night when you’re free from the kids.” Hongjoong laughed.
“Hey, that’s a great idea. But I’m never free from my kids.” San chuckled, making the rest of them laugh, having known exactly what he meant.
“I’m glad I’m over that stage of parenting.” Your father’s attention was now on you, but you hadn’t caught it. Now that you mention it, you had lost all focus on the conversation the minute Hongjoong spoke about his bike. Just the thought about him in full leather gear, on his slick motorbike. Would he let you go for a ride with him? You’ve never been on one, but you’ve heard they can be iniamite ‘cause as a passenger you’d be flushed against his back, arms tightly around his waist. Holding onto him like a lifeline. God you could feel your face heat up just at the thought. “Peach!”
“Huh?” You snapped out of your thoughts, noticing all your father's friends were looking at you. Including Hongjoong. His smirk told you he knew what you were thinking, but the others were more showing confusion or slight worry at your spaceiness. “I… uh. I’m gonna go. Sorry for spacing I’m just tired.”
You said quickly before even trying to understand what your father might want. He just rolled his eyes, giving you a tight hug. “Are you sure you’re gonna be able to drive, bub? If you're zoning out like that, maybe you should stay longer, a nap?” Your dad started to parent you, listing off things like ‘just stay one more night even, go home tomorrow’. but you needed to go home now…. you couldn’t spend another day without some type of relief.
“I’m okay Dad... I’ll just—I could drive her home.” Hongjoong’s voice lurked behind you. You swore you could feel his body heat against your ass. “I didn’t bring a car. I was planning on catching a cab. But If your girl doesn’t mind. I’ll just drive her car back inner city.”
You finally turned to look at the hunk of a man behind you, he was standing so causally, his hands in his pockets and his sunnies covering his gorgeous eyes. He looked completely relaxed as if him asking was doing you such a favour. Your father's smile was bright, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder, “Sounds perfect. But drive safely. You got precious cargo with you.” Your father laughed making the tatted male chuckle simply.
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 The car ride was stone-cold quiet. Not even the radio playing lowly in the background could shatter the tension that had filled the car the moment Hongjoong started driving. There was still another half hour until you were home, and from the past hour of silence, you knew the time wasn’t about to change the conditions of the awkward car ride. Your heart was racing, and all you wanted to do was say a million different things to ease your brain but at the same time you just wanted Hongjoong to stop somewhere random on the side of the road so you could finally have him. God you were going to go crazy.
“I swear your thoughts are so loud.” Hongjoong chuckled making your head snap in his direction.
“M-My thoughts?”
“Yes, angel. Your thoughts. They are so loud.” He smirked not once diverting his eyes from the road. You squirmed a little bit, now having your attention completely on him and the way he was holding the wheel. Those strong hands, that you wanted more than anything to be on you.
“You have no clue what I’m thinking about.” You crossed your arms turning to look out your window but in truth, it was so you could hide the blush forming on your face.
“Oh, sure I do darling.” his words only caused a ‘uh huh’ out of you along with another huff. It went silent for a moment, making you think you might have said something wrong. But then as soon as you heard Hongjoong’s voice again, it was like all the air was punched out of your lungs. “My cock.”
A whimper escapes your wobbly lips as you feel all your self-control fly out the car window. You turned to him, seeing he was looking straight at you. It was only then you noticed you had come to a red light, giving him a moment to bask in your beautiful figure. The way your body curves and dips, your shorts hugging your thighs tightly. His Adams apple bobs while he bit his lips, he wanted nothing more than to fuck your thighs right now. “Hongjoong…” Your soft whisper slowly pulled him out of the trance he slipped into, letting his hazy eyes meet your cheeky expression and cocked brow. “The light is green.”
A loud honk from behind made him jump, snapping his view to the bright green traffic light in front of him. He pressed his foot on the gas at such power, making the car jolt. You gripped onto your seat belt questioning what on earth had gotten to him but as he turned a few more streets, down a weird pebbled road, you finally took in a large black roller door connected to a huge sky tower. You glanced at the older man with confusion, noting that this wasn’t your place. But his tight grip on the wheel made you shut up before you even let another word out. He leant out the window after coming to a stop. Punching some numbers on a keypad stand, the roller doors slowly opened, letting him drive into the dim parking lot. “Where are we?”
Hongjoong just merely grunted, searching for the nearest empty parking spot amongst rows and rows of high-end, lavish vehicles. Your small little car at nothing on the price of them… He finally pulled into a space, coming to a sharp stop. He unbuckled himself without a second breath, leaning down to grab the lever at the base of his seat so he could push it back. Raking his fingers through his hair he growls with a panted breath, “If you don’t get on my lap right now I might just lose it.”
You didn’t have to be told twice, ripping off your buckle, you climbed over the middle console very unattractively, but you didn’t care. Your lips were on his in a rushed huff, his hands cupping your face tightly. He bit your bottom lip so hard you feared for a moment he’d draw blood. Your legs sat on either side of his thighs, the buckle clip digging into your flesh but you couldn’t care less. Your hips were unsteady and your pace was nothing short of desperate. You needed him so badly. “Hongjoong p-please.”
Again with the begging. You were so good for him in every moment. How did he get so lucky? Your hands reached for his belt, undoing it enough to unzip and shimmy his pants down slightly. His cock was already straining against his boxers, precum leaking onto the silk fabric. Your soft hands pulled him out without another moment not letting him have any say. His mind was screaming at him ‘What happened to doing this by the book, doing right by her.’ He wasn’t about to let your first time be in a fucking small ass car.
“Let me fuck your thighs angel. I promise I’ll fuck my cock in your tight cunt when I have you naked on my bed.” His words caught you off guard making you yelp out a whinny ‘okay’. turning around your head rested on his shoulder as he closed your thighs tightly, letting his cock slip snuggly in between them. God, it felt like heaven. Your soft plump flesh around his cock. He wanted to bust his nut then and there. His thrusts were small and sharp. He was gonna cum sooner than he planned, but he needed you to come with him. “Fuck, play with yourself, baby. Rub your clit for me.”
Your hand disappeared into your shorts, slipping into your panties. Letting you press two fingers firmly on your bud. You rubbed in time of his thrusts, falling into a rhythm of pleasure. You weren't far behind him when his grunts and groans tickled your neck and his tongue licked along your hot flesh. His hands gripped the outer parts of your thighs, holding them tightly together as his hips began to stutter. You both were so close, so close to the edge, you just needed something to tip over and then he whimpered so desperately in your ear. “Please, angel. Your thighs are s-so good. I’m going to cum so fucking hard.”
That did it for both of you, cumming in your pants while he squirted all over your plump thighs. Everything was a mess. Your hair, your legs. Him, completely. All you could hear was his heart racing as you cuddled up to his chest for a moment. He held, you close, kissing lazily on your neck, jaw and shell of your ear, whispering soft compliments along the lines of ‘well done, such a good girl. My best girl’
All you could think about in that moment is that you never want this to end.
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ssahotchnerr · 9 months
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I know it’s cliche but I am SO in love with the idea of BAU!reader going undercover because she resembles the victims that their unsub is targeting.
It makes hotch so damn nervous. He’s been in the field for a long time and he knows going undercover is part of the job but he has a hard time maintaining objectivity when it comes to you and the thought of something happening to you while you’re undercover makes his stomach drop out from under him.
He’s always been a focused man but it’s hyped up to an 11 when you’re well-being is on the line. He knows your capable, of course. He wouldn’t have brought you on to the team if he didn’t believe in you but it doesn’t make it any easier, watching these vile men leer at you like a piece of meat and knowing he’s just supposed to sit back and watch it unfold.
breathe
cw; bau!reader, worried aaron 🫶🏻, takes place in a bar ps hehe i live for the aaron and dave playful banter 🤭
"breathe."
the words easily slipped past aaron, as his sole focus was on you and you only.
"hotch."
again, aaron provided no response. in it's place, his jaw only tightened, the arms crossed against his chest hardened in anticipation. dave was almost positive he hadn't heard an exhale escape from the start, or any indication aaron was in fact breathing.
"aaron. breathe."
aaron's eyes whisked over to dave's. there was a slight annoyance present, but lighthearted all the same. or, as lighthearted as it could be under the circumstances.
"i know." aaron mumbled, his eyebrows raising slightly as he held his stare onto you - navigating through the crowd of people in the bar, making yourself as subtly noticeable as you possibly could.
it was true - he had full faith in you and your skills, of course he did. aaron had no doubts you would manage to acquire the unsub's interest, bait him in, and finally put this case to rest.
however, it was the unknowns he was worried about, the things that weren't in your control. what if the unsub pulled a smart move, what if something didn't go according to plan.
whaf if, what if, what if.
"but i still don't like it." he stated bluntly as you found a seat at a lonely table. it's location could be within the view of anyone in the establishment, and as you were the definition of the unsub's type, it was only a matter of time now. he also tried not to think about all the other's eyes who had been glued to yourself all night.
you were his, he kept repeating to himself.
as you scouted the place, your eyes managed to find aaron's for a spilt second - he and dave were not too far away, same as the other team members, in favor of your safety - which caused his heart rate to instantly calm. just a bit.
you had given no indication you saw him, no visible acknowledgement to not give away your cover, but because he knew you, he knew what you were silencing voicing.
calm down. i'm going to be just fine.
aaron finally let out a breath. again, he had complete trust in you, and his heart warmed how you had managed to read him and his current anxieties over the present situation. if things were to go haywire, he was at a close enough range to act fast. you were in his line of sight. you were safe.
his want to protect you would never falter, and while aaron could never actually have full control of the concept, he would always do what he could. and besides, the fact you didn't always need him - you were strong and capable on your own - would always cause a surge of pride to ripple through his chest. he was in a relationship with a total badass, what more could he ask for?
"okay." he breathed out again, as a man made his way up to you. "here we go."
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Familiarity Breeds Contempt
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Chapter Ten of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Eleven
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 4.1K
Chapter Overview: Rochelle and Frankie's relationship finally reaches a boiling point
TW: toxic relationship, mentions of cocaine, depictions of domestic assault/violence
Notes: hey everyone !! this is a heavier chapter,, so it didn't feel right to include a lot of the things i originally intended too. not to worry though because that's what next week is for hehe ((: thank u to @missbabyjay for being a blessing and giving me some inspo for the fight scene !! i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you/ you want to be added ! as usual ... my asks are always open and happy reading <3
*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*
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“What’s going on?” Benny looks puzzled as Will holds your scared body with extreme care. He peers past his brother to find only Pope following closely behind. “Where’s Fish?”
“Dealin’ with his past.” Will sighs as he sets you down. 
You quietly wrap your arms around your body and turn to look back at the front door of the gym.
“His past? Could you be any more vague?” He brushes past his brother for you. Benny crouches down and cups your face in his hands while cautiously inspecting you. “What happened out there?”
“I don’t know. I really don't know. One minute everything is fine and then the next minute a car comes barreling towards all four of us and I’m being rushed inside.” 
He looks for his friends for more answers as he rubs your shoulder. When Will stays silent, Pope speaks up. 
“Crazy bitch decided it would be a good idea to show up here.” He offers.
“Rochelle?” Benny stands to his full height. “Rochelle is outside my fuckin’ gym? No way in hell.” He starts heading for the exit with murder in his eyes, but Will plants a steady hand on his chest. 
“Fish is takin’ care of it. Leave it be.”
“Leave it be?! How can you say that after everything she has done to him?” Benny spits.
“For the love of God will someone tell me what’s going on?!” You finally crack.
All three of them look at you with pained expressions. 
“As much as we want to tell you-” Pope starts.
“And we really want to tell you.” Benny quickly adds.
“This is something Catfish has to tell you himself. You deserve to hear it directly from him and not a third party, hermosa.” 
“But-” You begin.
“He will tell you, hon.” Will wraps his arms around you and you allow yourself to accept the comfort you so desperately need amidst the chaos. “You just need to be patient with him. His past, just like the rest of ours, is hard to talk about. I know it’s easier said than done, but trust us.”
You slowly move your own limbs around his torso and take a deep breath of his woodsy cologne. Of course he wears a scent that is reminiscent of trees. They are one in the same if you think about it. Both of them are tall, strong, able to stand firm in any weather, and always constant. Will is your oak tree and you cling on to him until the raging winds start to die down. Unfortunately, just as trees are predictable, the winds never are. Muffled yelling begins to seep through the door accompanied by pounding fists on glass.
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“Francisco fucking Morales!” She screeches. “We need to talk!”
He starts walking towards her. “Yes, Rochelle. We do.”
“Oh!” She gasps dramatically. “So now you want to talk?! That’s funny because you have been avoiding my calls and texts for the past week! I haven’t heard from you since Saturday night! It wouldn’t have anything to do with that fucking receptionsit, would it?”
He knew this would happen. He knew that she would immediately bring you up.
“Do you know how many times you would disappear on me while we were dating, Rochelle?” He asks calmly. “But now that we aren’t dating and I’m the one not responding, it’s an issue for you?”
He can see it in her eyes that she's taken aback. In every argument that they have ever had in the history of their relationship, Frankie had always rolled over and bared his stomach to her. He never tried to fight back in order to preserve the peace. Clearly she thought that this time would be the same.
“Why haven’t you answered my question?! Does that receptionist have anything to do with you ignoring me?!”
“This is between me and you. Leave her out of this.” He wants to keep you as far away from her hooked claws as he can. He might not have been able to escape them, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her drag you down.
“So, that’s a yes!” She throws her hands up in the air as if she is celebrating a victory. “I’m also going to correctly assume that she’s the reason why you haven’t given me an answer about getting back together!”
You were the reason. You were without a doubt the reason. In the short time that he has known you and the even shorter time that he has been with you, you have given him things he didn’t think he was worthy of. You gave back all the kindness and care he gifted you tenfold. You listened when he talked, communicated with him about the little things, and above all, even if you didn’t know it yet, were patient with him. He knew he was a broken and shattered piece of glass, but you were like the sea. Your gentle waves came up and kissed his rough edges until they were soft and round. You were nothing like the relentless, careening waters that he knew Rochelle to be. That he thought all relationships to be. You never made him feel like he was in a perpetual state of purgatory waiting to be granted access to the Heaven that was your affection. You gave it to him so willingly and without hesitation.
“No, I’m the reason why you haven’t been given an answer about if we are getting back together. I don’t want to do this anymore,” He motions his hands in between the two of them. “I want something healthy.”
He watches her eyes grow wide at his words. The sheer weight of them slams down on her so hard that he swears he almost sees her knees buckle.
“You ‘want something healthy’?!” She mocks. “I pulled you out of the gutter when I met you!”
“Oh my fucking God.” He whispers. It’s like he’s looking in a mirror eight months ago. “You’re high, aren’t you? You could have killed all of us and yourself driving like that!” Anger starts to bubble below his cool demeanor.
“Don’t change the subject!” She bellows.
“You want to talk about pulling me out of the gutter? Fine! You pulling me out of the gutter caused me to lose my fucking pilots license! The best part was,” He can’t help but laugh dryly. “You didn’t even care! That didn’t even snap you back to reality! You never came to visit me in rehab either!” He takes a deep breath to get centered as he can feel himself getting sucked in. “I’m just as complicit in the drug use as you were. You may have shown it to me, but I continued to buy it. I know this. But, when I needed your support you bailed on me.”
“I gave you a distraction from all of those goddamn nightmares!” She hollers. “If you were too busy being high on coke then you wouldn’t have them!”
“You’re fucking deranged if you think that’s what help is supposed to be!”
“At least when you were with me, you knew I wouldn’t judge you for it!” She quips. “What has she said about your little ‘habit’, Frankie? Did she gasp? Did she move away when you tried to touch her? Did she tell you she needed time to be by herself to think everything over?” 
He stays quiet as he clenches his fists by his side. His nails are biting into the flesh of his palm, but he doesn’t care. Her words vibrate violently around in his head. He hadn’t told you about the coke, not yet at least. It wasn’t something he was comfortable coming right out and saying on a first date. The fear that it would make you look at him differently or even want to leave all together haunted him at night. Keeping it from you was wrong if he wanted to be in a relationship; however, he selfishly wanted to keep the image you had of him inside your head intact and uncorrupted. 
“Well look at that!” She giggles maniacally. “She doesn’t know. You haven’t fessed up, have you?”
“What she and I talk about doesn’t concern you, Rochelle. As a matter-of-fact, nothing I say or do should concern you from here on out.” He conjures images of you and uses them to keep him steady and put the final nail in the coffin. “Since you clearly didn’t understand what my silence meant this past week, I’ll waste my breath on you one last time. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I don’t want to associate with you. I don’t want to know you anymore.”
“Frankie, baby. Please-” Rochelle begs. She can feel him slipping out from where she verbally pinned him. The struggle for control was tipping in Frankie’s favor and she didn’t know what to do.
“Don’t pretend like you care now to make up for the fact that you never did the entire time. It’s over for good. I should have ended it officially long ago. I guess in a fucked up way you did help me when we did coke. Whenever I was high I could actually convince myself that I loved you.”
Frankie watches as the woman’s eyes across from him darken. Her lips contort into a sinister smile and she tilts her head to one side. It made his blood run cold at how quickly she could switch emotions.
“She’ll leave you, you know?” Her voice is thick with false sweetness. “If she doesn’t leave you when she finds out about the drugs, she will leave when she learns about the little ‘vacation’ you took.” 
He feels like he just got the air knocked out of him.
“Once she finds out that it’s all an illusion, you and all your friends, she’ll run for the hills. At the end of the day, you’re still the man who shot first.” 
There it is. There is her winning blow. There is that conniving woman he always knew she could be. She had a gift for knowing exactly what to say to destroy a person from the inside out. Every time she did it, that signature smile was always present. It seemed to grow wider each time she twisted her verbal blade into his stomach. Up until this point, Frankie had managed to remain relatively controlled. He knew she was sick, but he never dreamed she would bring up what happened in South America. He told her, in confidence, a little about what happened because he desperately needed to. He went to places he never imagined due to the guilt he felt about Tom’s death. Figuring that talking about it would lessen the pain, he opened up to her. Unfortunately, that only worked when the person he was talking to was actually listening. 
“Leave, Rochelle.” His voice waning under the strain of his plethora of emotions. “We’re done here.”
“I’m not done! I have something to tell that lovely woman hiding inside the gym!” She makes a mad dash to the gym entrance. When she frantically pulls on the handle and finds it locked, she resorts to yelling and slamming her hands against the glass. “Come out! Come out!” 
Frankie has caught up to her by this time and is trying to move her away. As angry as he was, he would never resort to being physical with her. 
“Rochelle, for the love of God get the fuck away! This isn’t going to fix anything!”
“Does it look like I care?!” She screams, turning her body to face him. “I don’t get dumped! That’s not how this works! I’m in control!” 
She starts to bring her fists down on Frankie now. He blocks her blows with his forearms and prays that the guys have kept you far enough away to where none of this madness reaches your ears. 
Loud sirens slice through Rochelle’s incomprehensible rambling. He looks past her flailing body and sees red and blue lights begin to paint the buildings on the street. As they get closer, its noise registers in her ears too. 
“You called the cops?! You called the fucking cops on me?!” She brings her balled up hands down harder and faster on Frankie’s makeshift shield. “Asshole! Asshole! You’re such an asshole!”
A police cruiser pulls into the parking lot and comes to a quick stop in front of the gym. Two officers immediately jump out of the car and rush over. Within minutes they have Rochelle pinned up against the wall of the gym and are attaching handcuffs to her writhing wrists. She keeps yelling things like ‘this is a misunderstanding’ and ‘we were just having a passionate argument’. Frankie watches as the cops have to force her into the back seat because she keeps trying to climb out. She looks like a rabid animal being caged.
“Goodbye, Rochelle.” He doesn’t know if this is the last time he will see her, but for now he knows he can sleep without having to keep one eye open.
Once they finally have her secured, one officer climbs into the passenger seat and the one makes his way over to Frankie. 
“Evenin’, sir. What can you tell me about the young lady?”
He has no idea how the cops arrived and no energy to speak with them. Frankie just wants the comfort of you.
“Uhh her name is Rochelle and I’m pretty sure she’s high right now. I really don’t have any other relevant information to give you. She just showed up here out of the blue.”
“Well, we were already goin’ to charge her with assault when we arrived on the scene, but I’ll have her drug tested when we get back to the station.” The man looks into the gym. “They know anythin’ about it?” 
Frankie turns and sees Benny leading Will, Pope, and you to the front. Benny unlocks the front door and you slip under his arm and scurry to Frankie’s side. He swaddles you in his arms as he buries his head in the curve of your neck. He doesn’t know which one of y’all is shaking harder at this point. 
“I’m Benjamin Miller, the owner of this gym. Maybe I could help answer some questions? My friends here were also outside when she sped through the parking lot earlier.”
Frankie looks up at his friend and nods in his direction. An unspoken ‘thank you’ for getting the attention off of him.
“Let’s get away from all this craziness, estrella. Walk with me.”
You feel him pull away from you, but reach down to take your hand. He holds it tightly as he guides you away from all the commotion. You follow him as he walks around the back side of Brass Knuckles until the sights and sounds of the evening fade away. Then it's only him and you leaning against the brick wall. There are so many questions buzzing around inside you, but no words come. You observe him take a small pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He thumbs one out and places it delicately between his lips. Then he looks over at you with tired eyes and offers you the pack. You shimmy one out for yourself, an act of solidarity, and wait as he gets the lighter. He lights yours first and then he takes care of himself. Only after he takes a long drag does he speak. 
“I’m sorry that you had to be a part of that.” He sounds distant when he speaks. You don’t think that he’s doing it on purpose. This must be a defense mechanism.
“Do you want to talk about it? I know it's still really raw, but I’ll listen if you want me too.” 
The sun had long set, but the faint glow from the end of his cigarette allows you to see a small smile pull at his lips.
“Would you settle for the sparknotes version right now? I promise I’ll give you the details tonight.” 
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” You offer quietly.
“Did you-did you hear anything that she said?” 
“I heard her yell your name before Will and Pope got me completely inside. Then we all heard yelling, more her than you, and finally her banging on the door.” 
“To make a long story short, Rochelle showed up angry because I have been ignoring her since Saturday. Over a month ago, the day Benny hired you actually, she texted me saying she wanted to get back together. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, but it was the longest one I had been in so I was confused. It sounds silly.”
“No it doesn’t.” You reassure him. “Keep going.”
“Well, I knew I didn’t want to be in that relationship anymore and I just didn’t know what to tell her. Ignoring her was childish, I know, but it seemed like the best possible option at the time. I didn’t want to get into a big argument. I guess that blew up in my face, huh?” 
“You did what you thought would be best, Frankie. Unfortunately, things just go south sometimes.” 
“Hmm.” He nods at your statement. “Basically she was just angry that I didn’t want her in my life anymore. She’s not really used to being told ‘no’. You really didn’t hear anything specific though?”
“No.” You take a pull from your own cigarette. “The guys never let me leave the heavy bag area in the back.” 
“Good.” He breathes out. He sounds like he is coming back to you.
“But…” You turn your head up to face him. “They really should have kept a closer eye on me if they didn’t want me involved.”
“It was you!” He says, whipping his head to look at you.
“In their defense, they were all discussing what they should do about her showing up. Will wanted to let you figure it out yourself, Benny wanted to punch her out I'm pretty sure, and Pope was somewhere in the middle. I got tired of sitting there and listening to them bicker so I took my own course of action.”
“You amaze me, you know that?”
“What do you mean?” You feel your cheeks heat up.
“I just-I just can’t believe you did that. There were four people telling you to stay out of it and yet you still found a way to help me. I’ve never had someone like that in my life.”
“Your friends would drop everything for you!” 
“I know that.” He laughs lightly. “I mean I’ve never had a woman I’m … dating do that for me.”
“Oh, so we’re dating?” You tease.
“Yes? No? Talking? Courting, maybe?” 
“Courting?” You cough. You were in the middle of inhaling and that caught you off guard.
“Don’t laugh!” He says, shoving you in the shoulder. “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what we are. I just know I like whatever it is.”
“I like it too, Frankie. Labels can come later.” You take the hand he had resting by his side and interlace your fingers. “So…you smoke?”
“It’s not an everyday thing!” He rushes. “It just helps curb the anxiety in a stressful situation.”
“I get it.” You say honestly. 
“I haven’t had to use them in a little over a month.” His hand squeezes yours. “That’s about when you came into my life.” 
“I’m your new vice, huh?” 
“You have no idea, estrella.”
The two of you stand, hands together, letting the smoke from your cigarettes dance around in the air. The quiet that has encompassed y’all is welcome. You don’t hear the blaring sounds of the siren nor the damped dialogue between the police and your friends. It’s safe to say that the coast is clear and safe, but something keeps you here. Something keeps you both here. You can feel it in the way Frankie is breathing, the way that his thumb is rubbing over your skin, that he has more to tell you. He says your name barely above a whisper.
“Yes?”
“I know I said I would only give you a quick summary, but you deserve more than that. You deserve better than that.”
“Frankie, it can wait if you want it to.”
“This is something I need to tell you. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to explain it, but it’s just so hard.” You clutch his hand to let him know you’re listening. “It has to do with my Tuesday work meetings.” 
“Alright?” You aren’t really sure what that has to do with the current situation.
“I don’t really go- they aren’t work meetings. They’re meetings, but they focus on something other than my job. I uhh fuck.” He has to take a breath. “It’s a support group.” 
“For dealing with what you saw on missions?”
“For the things I did to erase what I saw on missions actually. I go to an NA meeting every Tuesday. I met Rochelle when I got back from a particularly bad one. We both kinda clung to each other although, in hindsight, we were both sinking ships. We would go out drinking all the time and when that stopped helping I started using cocaine. It just snowballed from there into something I couldn’t control. I ended up losing my pilot's license because my habit got so bad.”
“God, Frankie. I’m so sorry.” 
“The guys helped me get into a temporary rehab and then find a new job. I’ve been clean for eight months now.” 
“That’s amazing!” You're looking directly into those deep brown eyes. “I’m so proud of you!” 
“You’re what?” The pure shock on his face makes you want to sob.
“Frankie, I’m proud of you. Pulling yourself up after dealing with something like that isn’t easy in the slightest, but you did it. You found your footing and have been walking on your own for eight long months. Going to those weekly NA meetings proves that you are serious about recovery. You should be proud of yourself.”
“You don’t want to leave?” 
“Leave? Why would I want to leave?”
“I’m an addict.” He speaks softly.
“A recovering addict.” You say taking his face in your hand after discarding your cig. “You’re recovering. Please don’t discount all of your hard work. I’m so humbled that you wanted to tell me about this. It would be hard to support you if I left, now wouldn’t it?” 
He surges forward and swallows you in a kiss. His tongue tastes of sweet tobacco as it parts your lips. Your hands find his hair and knock away his cap so you can run your fingers through it. His moans fill your ears as you bite down on his bottom lip. He moves so he’s positioned in front of you. You feel the coarse brick nip at your exposed skin as he pushes your body against it. His hand comes down to roughly palm you through your shirt. You whine in approval as your back arches in a subconscious response to his actions. 
“It’s Pope! I’m coming back there! Y’all better not be doing anything I would be doing!” 
The two of you scramble to separate before you get caught like a couple of horny teenagers. Frankie is in the process of snatching his cap off the ground when Pope rounds the corner of the building. 
“Hi!” You say, breathing abnormally.
“Hello to you.” Pope says with a knowing grin. “Fish.” He nods
The man next to you returns the same greeting.
“Not to kill the vibe of whatever is going on here, but Benny is bitching up a storm.”
“Oh, God. What now?” You question.
“He can’t find his ring girl for this evening.” He smiles.
“It’s barely even 9 o’clock.” Frankie finally chimes in.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” Pope holds his hands up. “I was just told to come tell you to get your ass inside. You know how the Millers are about punctuality.” 
“Yeah, alright.” You concede. “Tell him I’m coming.” 
Pope throws each of you a devious wink before leaving. You throw your head back and sigh loudly when it's just you and Frankie again. 
“Want to accompany me into the lion's den?” You hold out your hand to him.
“Yes, but can I ask you something first?” 
“What’s up?” 
“Would you maybe, Christ I feel like a child, want to be my girlfriend? I know you said that labels could come later, but I don’t want to wait until later.”
Your smile could light up the entire alley. You throw your hands around his neck and kiss him. He learned from your last interaction and placed one hand on his cap and circled your lower back with the other. You can feel him smiling against you as you pepper his lips, his jaw, and any skin that you can reach with kisses. 
“Is that a ‘yes’?” He laughs when you finally release him. 
“Of course it’s a fucking yes! Francisco Morales, I would love to be your girlfriend!”
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Hi, from the prompt “is that my shirt?” Can you please do some pregnancy/bump fluff with Ruben Dias? Thank you
It suits you, my shirt
A/n hey!! Thank you so much for your request!! I really enjoyed writing it, I feel like I’m really getting into a flow of writing now, so I hope you enjoy!! Nothing but fluff hehe❤️‍🔥
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You found yourself tossing and turning in your sleep, the seemingly impossible task of getting comfortable was eventually driving you mad. Your seven month baby bump making you uncomfortable in ways you’d never thought were possible. Frustrated, you turned over in a final attempt to find relief, your eyes landing on Ruben next to you. He’d been out at an awards ceremony last night, something he tried to avoid going to, wanting to stay home with you, but you’d insisted that you’d be ok, knowing that not only that you really would be ok, despite his concerns, but also that you both needed to make the most of your freedom before your baby girl came along. So he’d reluctantly left the house that evening, with a deal for you to ring him if you needed him, and a promise to be home no later than 11.
True to his word, as always, he came home early, and despite his efforts to keep as quiet as possible, your eyes fluttered open, reading the clock as half past ten before spotting Ruben at the end of the bed, his shirt undone and his tie hanging loosely around his neck, having already lost his suit jacket. His eyes were already lingering on yours when you spotted him, his eyes full of love, taking you in for a second before he rounded the bed, coming to lean over you, his left arm holding himself up as his right came to rest on your stomach, thumb tracing small circles over your skin.
Dipping his neck lower, he left a light, yet slow kiss against your lips, as you returned the action sleepily.
“Sorry babe, go back to sleep” he apologized, his lips still brushing over yours, his voice barely a whisper as if not to disturb the silence.
“Love you” you spoke drowsily. And his reciprocated words were the last thing you heard as you dozed back to sleep before feeling his arms wrap around you not even a minute later.
Yet a few hours later, here you found yourself unable to find the same level of peace as Ruben who slept peacefully next to you. You wanted to hate him for his ability to sleep right now, but you never could.
Feeling defeated, you struggled out of bed silently, grabbing the first thing that was in arms reach; which happened to be Ruben’s shirt from the evening before, the stiff white cotton was creased, but it didn’t matter, and placed it around your body. A wave of his deep, woody aftershave the only thing that offered you any comfort.
Making your way downstairs, you found yourself in the kitchen to make a cup of tea, scrolling through your phone whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, despite knowing it wouldn’t help get you to sleep.
“Is that my shirt?”
Your eyes snapped towards the doorway where you found Ruben stood, leaning on the doorframe, arms folded against his bare chest as he smirked at you,
“First thing I came across” you quipped as your smile mirrored his, although your smile didn’t last long as the aches in your muscles reminded you of your lack of sleep. Seeing this, Ruben made his way towards you, sending you a sad smile as he pushed himself off the wall with ease. Tea long forgotten, he came to stand behind you, letting his hands come to rest underneath your bump, allowing his arms to take some of the pressure. A heavy sigh of relief slipped through your slips, a somewhat comforting sound to him, knowing he was helping you in some way. It was no secret to you that Ruben had felt useless at many points throughout your pregnancy, the fact that you were doing all the leg work of growing your child weighed heavy on his shoulders, it was something he admired and would be forever grateful of, and something he never let you forget. You saw the helplessness in his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking, but you were always quick to remind him that, if it was any consolation, you wouldn’t be lifting a finger when it came to flat pack furniture, desperate to put his mind at ease.
“Not long now, huh?”
“Seven weeks and five days… hopefully”
He chuckled at your impatience, he could tell you were on the countdown now, being able to see the light at the end, hoping you baby girl doesn’t arrive later than expected.
Your head lulled backwards to rest on his shoulder as you let your eyes flutter shut, as Ruben littered kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as you tried to resist the urge to fall asleep there and then, before his soft voice pulled you out of your trance as he whispered in your ear,
“It suits you”
“Hm?”
“My shirt”
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Ok i Just found my new fav writer 🤍so i NEED to ask this ( do It only if you want)
What about an ellie x fem!reader where they go out on Patrol ,they run into a lot of zombies of every type , ellie gets bit and reader sees It so now ellie needs to explain the whole immunity thing and reader believes her ,
They go back to Jackson where Joel (lets Say he skipped golf lessons this time) finds out and freaks out and gets mad at ellie cause She wasnt supposed to tell anyone so he wants ellie to break up with reader but ellie doesnt want to so they fight and ellie goes back to reader for comfort
Its up to you if Joel and ellie fix this whole argument thing
(also Sorry if my english Is perfect🤍)
hiii anon <33 first of all i’m so honored u consider me ur fav writer i never expected to get so much love from the community so fast im rlly grateful to all of u hehe <33 . anyway , i rlly love ur idea !! i decided to write a short drabble instead because i’m working on another fic but i still wanna post some stuff while i’m working on that , hope ur fine w that 🥹🩷 ( note : this is an alternate universe where ellie already forgave joel and they were starting to fix their relationship .. also this might be kinda ooc especially joel bc i’ve never written him before eheh )
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you weren’t sure how it happened. you were only gone for a second, you swore, and somehow ellie got bit. you knew it was a bad idea to leave her in a room full of clickers, but you knew she was strong and should’ve been able to clear them out with ease. the second you saw the small bite mark on her hand, you realized what had happened. your heart sank. in a panic, you burst into tears and kept apologizing over and over for about 15 minutes until ellie was able to calm you down and explained to you that she’s immune, leaving out the details of the whole situation with joel and the fireflies. of course, you didn’t believe her. it seemed ridiculous. how the hell would someone be immune and not be out there in some lab being researched or whatever, like in movies?
it took you a while to believe her, but eventually, you did. you helped wrap her hand with bandages so no one would see the note mark, because the less people knew, the better.
you were distraught for the rest of the day. you felt horrible. she kept telling you there’s no need to keep apologizing, but you still felt the need to. what if that had been someone else? what if ellie wasn’t immune? how the hell was she immune in the first place? so many questions ran through your head.
later that night, you laid awake still thinking about today. you were disappointed with yourself for what you did, yet still so confused.
you heard some knocking on your window, and looked out to see ellie. you opened your window and let her in. she sat on your bed next to you.
“what’re you doing here?” you asked.
“just wanted to check on you,” she replied, “and. uh. joel’s kinda mad.”
you were confused. you wondered how he even found out, but it’s like she read your mind and answered.
“i told him about what happened today. just casually. and he completely lost it.”
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“i can’t believe that girl let you get bit.” joel wasn’t even looking ellie in the eye. he was extremely disappointed in both of you.
“it wasn’t her fuckin’ fault, joel! i didn’t think anything bad would happen either! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me-“
“i’m blamin’ the both of you! what the fuck did you think was gonna happen back there? leaving you in a room full of clickers to fend for yourself? now one more person knows about you bien’ immune and all. god knows if she can even keep a secret.”
“what the fuck makes you think shes just gonna tell everyone? she’s not like that at all. why the hell are you acting like you don’t know that-“
“why the hell are you actin’ like that girl’s any good for you? all she does is get you into trouble.”
ellie went silent. she was shocked at how different he was acting. all this time he had been so nice to you, not once showing a sign of not trusting you or disliking you. she was conflicted, and in the heat of the moment, she just turned around and left, fuming with anger. she was starting to wonder if joel was actually right, but realized that was such a stupid thought. the worst part is, she wasn’t even sure if he meant it. now she didn’t know what to do. just as they were starting to fix things, life threw another curveball at them.
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you were hurt by what ellie was saying. his words just further fueled the thoughts in the back of your mind saying that this was all your fault. but ellie realized this and tried her best to comfort you. she kept saying it wasn’t your fault, that she fucked up too, that she’s sure he didn’t mean it and he was just angry. while you were hurt by his words, that wasn’t your main concern. you thought about how this incident just further damaged their already broken bond that they’ve been trying to fix these days. you felt like because of you, all that progress was thrown away in less than 24 hours. and it was an ugly feeling. you felt even worse than you did before, and you didn’t know what to do.
“ellie..” you placed your hand on hers, “i’m sorry.” you started to tear up.
“hey..” she pulled you close and hugged you.
“it’s just.. i don’t know what exactly happened with you and joel. you don’t have to tell me. and everything is getting better now and i’m just scared i’ve ruined it and i just-“
“hey,” she interrupted you, “don’t worry about that, okay? it’s not your fault. i’ll.. i’ll figure it out. you don’t have to worry about me and joel. we’ll be fine.”
“are you going to forgive him for it?”
“i’m not sure,” she sighed. “if he didn’t mean it, maybe. but if he did, i doubt i can.”
“i don’t want you to lose progress with him just because of me..”
“we’ll be fine. please.. just.. stop worrying, okay?”
you nodded hesitantly.
while the guilt of possibly extending the process of ellie’s forgiveness of joel would continue to exist within you, at least for as long as it took her to finally reconcile with him, you were grateful to have her by your side. and you were sure to be with her every step of the way.
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Very tempted to send a mean one too! But they suffer enough already. Aegnor/Andreth, 'kiss on a place of insecurity'? As mean or soft as you want it to be hehe 😉
Well I'm not sure whether this counts as mean or soft, but I had fun writing it! (For this prompt game.) Thanks so much for the prompt!!
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He had arrived with the dark, slipping through the doorway with the night breeze and the scent of heather blossoms, carried with him from the hills. So familiar was that sense from the years of recollection that Andreth sat long minutes before realizing she was not alone. The shift to certainty struck together with the sound of his voice and her breath drew in with a hiss.
“Tyelca.” His voice was one with the breeze, the old epessë brushing over her like the heather-scent. Patience thou art not! Haste I shall name thee, my swift-tongued adaneth, sharp and quick as a hawk.
Her voice in return was hardly a whisper, the rustle of dry leaves. “Náro.” 
Silence held reign again and she dared not move a muscle. He would vanish. He would turn away. He would once again prove a phantom. So long as she did not turn, she could not know if he was ghost or flesh, wish or truth.
“Tyelca?”
“I am here.” 
And he was here. She had not remembered that particular note in his voice, it was a new resonance discovered and no memory’s conjuring. He was here in truth.
“Ingo told me.”
“Did he?”
“All of it.”
“Did he.” She felt his presence move a step closer, hesitate. He was waiting for her to turn, for some note of welcome or scorn, but she sat rooted in place with her eyes fixed on the dancing flames. Was it his face she feared to see, touched once again by the light of her hearth—fire upon fire; or was it hers, marked with winter and care, that would be unhidden from his eyes if she turned, set in the light where he could see…
“He tells me they call thee Saelind now,” Aikanáro said softly, the old tenderness warm and fervent beneath his words, “that thou art—“
“Do not.” She turned at last at the familiar address and her voice lashed across his, stinging and sudden. “I cannot bear it.”
“Andreth—“
“Do not.” The anger in her eyes burned out in challenge, a match for his own, and he sank to his knees before her. Oh Valar she had not remembered the full depth of his face, the living warmth of him as his hands reached out, rested upon her knees, the piercing light of his gaze. Oh gods, oh gods… It was suddenly unbearable and her own hands flew up, shrouding her face behind the palms, and the tears stung as they pressed out against her will.
“Please, dear heart. I have not come so that I might leave thee.”
The tears leaked between her fingers now, charted paths along her weathered joints. “Then for what have you come, Aikanáro?”
There was silence. Then, golden and bright, his intent wrapped about her senses, the warmth of his spirit reaching for hers where his limbs yet faltered.
“To wed thee,” he whispered at last, and she heard his own tears cracking through his voice, “if thou wilt yet have me—overlate and cowardly though my love has proven.”
A sob broke free and she shook her head fiercely, her shoulders shaking. It was ludicrous, it was a mockery, surely it…
“For one day, for one hour—didst thou not say it?”
“You know I did, over and again I said it and to what avail?” She drew her hands further over her face. “Naught but the full life of Arda would satisfy thee; even then when I yet had youth, even then when there was hope of life as well as death…My full tale of years was not enough for thee! So how, how, Náro, can I believe the dregs would be thy fill?”
He reached up and rested his hands over hers, inch by inch shifting his around them, slipping his fingers to lie between hers. “Never my fill, Tyelca,” he said as he drew their hands down together to rest against his chest. “I could drink of thy love till the end of all things and never, never, be sated.” He shifted her hands to rest within one of his own and reached out to brush the trailing hair from before her eyes, to trace along the line of her jaw, to draw her forward till his lips rested upon the creases between her eyes, the lines of mirth dancing out from each corner, the thin folds upon her cheek. To kiss her lips drenched now with mingled tears.
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*Tyelca: Queyna - hasty, agile, swift
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Previous part ~ Next Part Hey everyone! Holy shit the love on the first part is unreal! Thank you so much! The feedback means the world to me and I love this second part so much more! this series was requested by @psychshawnjuleshanluke and I want to give the fattest fucking shout out ever to @itscheybaby. Without her help this chapter simply would not exist. Make sure to pay homage to them because they basically co-wrote this entire thing and told me how to block over half the scenes, and forced me to take breaks. Love you bunches and bunches!!!! Also I'm having a little joke with Chey about a line in this part so, which line made you laugh out loud? Warnings: Swearing, kissing on government property (hehe), kissing in general,public singing, flash mob, of age drinking, bars, drunk people, gaslighting, fighting, mentions of sex, Mav being a corny dad
Top Gun: Week eight
You kept your steps light as you walked down the narrow hallway. It was far past eight pm and you wanted to avoid any unnecessary human interaction. All of a sudden you heard a door open next to you and you grunted as you were pulled inside the room. You went to draw back when you suddenly inhaled the sharp scents of citrus and sandalwood, something that screamed distinctly Rooster. You relaxed immediately in Bradleys arms and leaned up to kiss him; you felt a distinct safety that you hadn't felt all day. You finally relax in your own skin. 
You giggled softly as he lifted you off of your feet and drew you in closer to the empty conference room. He placed you on the table as he drew away, softly, resting his forehead against yours. "Hi," you felt his breath tickle your eyelashes. "Hi yourself." He planted a kiss on your forehead as you leaned forward into his chest. "So, as much as I love sneaking around like this, I had a question for you." You drew back so you could look at him fully. "Sure, what's up?" Bradley brings his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looks at you. "I think I want to tell people about us, but not tell them-" he hesitates, playing with a gentle lock of your hair- "like just stop hiding it. Not mention anything but stop hiding it, you know?" You nod along to his words, in full agreement. You were nervous about things like this, but you knew how important it was to Bradley. "How about we go to the bar or something this weekend, as a date?" You raise your eyebrows as he seems to chew over your words, taking in the suggestion. "Let's do it." 
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Safe to say that by the time Friday night rolled around you really began to regret your decision. You looked at Rooster in the driver's seat, glancing down quickly at his knuckles before back at his face. "Just don't say anything, act like it's been this way all along." You nodded at his words before opening the car door. You stepped onto the asphalt and waited for Rooster to walk around the car. He grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. You walked up to the door, hand in hand and that gave you just the smallest bit of power. So when he looked at you with an unspoken question in his eyes as his unused hand ghosted over the doorknob, you nodded, ready to enter the belly of the beast.
You and Bradley smile at colleagues and friends as you make your way up to the bar. Bradley slips his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as you both stand at the countertop, careful as to where you place certain items. You never know if Penny made up a new policy since last weekend. You smile at the brunette woman as she walks up to both of you. "Hey, what can I get y'all?" You and Bradley turn to each other and in the tenth of a second have a non-verbal conversation. You nod for him to go first. "I'll take a coors light," you raise your eyebrows at him before reaching out your hand with your palm towards the ceiling. "What?" You frown at his question as he looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm just having the one." You roll your eyes. "That's what you always say, keys flyboy." He tosses his head back with a groan before reaching into his pocket and slapping the keys into your open palm. You close your fingers around the keys before slipping them into your front pocket. Penny watches the exchange with amusement before grabbing the beer for Bradley. You watch as someone calls his name with an enthusiastic wave. He bends down to plant a kiss on the crown of your head before walking away.
"Oh I'll just do a soda water, someone needs to drive and help sneak his drunk ass back into base." Penny laughs as she crouches behind the bar to grab your water. "And I'll start those tabs for you?" You take a sip of your water as you watch Rooster talk to some old friends of his. "No, just put them on one tab please." She raises her eyebrows at the statement. "So, how long has this been going on for-" she trails off as she turns around to open the tab- "Three weeks, I haven't told my dad either so if he comes in here don't say anything." She makes the motion of zipping her lips as she smiles at you. "Go have fun, honey." You smile at the woman before turning away from the counter and into the bar.
Thirty minutes later you were in the middle of a game of darts with Phoenix when you heard the music that was making up for the background noise in your conversation suddenly go out. You looked up at the sound of various groans in the bar and set down the dart in your hand on the table next to you. You watch as Rooster sits at the piano placed in the middle of the bar that was probably older than you, and sigh softly as he begins to play a gentle melody. The gravitational center of the room shifts. There's no more loud arguing or the sound of cue sticks hitting pool balls; everyone's just watching Rooster as he begins to play. He sets his beer atop the piano and you note smugly to yourself that it was not a coors light and that he wasn't having "just the one." With both hands free, he begins to muster a gentle familiar tune out of the old piano. You grew up hearing this song, Carole humming it as she cooked; your dad singing softly under his breath as he shaved in the bathroom. You knew what was coming, and for the first time in the twenty-seven years that you had known Bradley, you weren't looking forward to it. You watch at the edge of your seat as he sucks in a breath before opening his mouth, and you know that the night, along with the rest of the weekend has begun. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!" Everyone in the bar responds. Bradleys become their sun, their orbital point. You sigh as you hear Phoenix sing the lyrics next to you. You turn around and roll your eyes at her. "Not you too," She sets her beer down on the table and grabs your hand. "Are you kidding? He's your boyfriend, you get this for free all the time, save some for the rest of us!" You scoff at her as she begins to dance along. "Everyone gets it for free, he does it on his own!" She shakes her head at you before throwing her head back to yell along with everyone else, "Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" You try and grab your hand back, wondering if it was too late to go run and hide in the bathroom. You look at Bradley as he looks around the room. "He's looking for you, ya know." You turn and look at Phoenix, panic racing through your body. "He can keep looking, I'm not going up there!" She raises her eyebrows before grabbing your hand again and tightening it like a vice. "Natasha, please!" Your voice is barely a squeak and she drags you through the crowd and towards the piano. You try to drag your heels, but it's no use. She drops your hand when you've reached the piano. You smile gently at Rooster before trying to backtrack but in one motion he picks up his hand and puts two fingers through one of your belt loops at the same time Phoenix pushes your shoulders forward. Once Bradley makes sure that you're safely on his lap, he returns his hand to the piano. "You're fine, so kind. I'm telling the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!" You throw your head back in laughter at the lyric change before deciding that you were here to have fun. "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs!" You felt Bradley stutter for a moment in surprise before whooping loudly and continuing to sing along with you. You cheered and clapped along with the rest of the bar when the song came to an inevitable end, smiling into Rooster's neck as he cheered.
Rooster laughs into your neck as you both stumble into the parking lot. "Okay big guy, let's get you out of here." You pull his arm further across your shoulder to help support him. "Oh I am so into you," you roll your eyes. "You're drunk," you open his car door and nearly collapse under his weight as you help him up into the car. "Drunk words are sober thoughts, baby." Ignoring the fluttering that arose in your stomach at the pet name, you shut the door as he leans on it and walk to the other side of the car. You reach your hand into your pocket, fishing for the keys before pulling them out triumphantly and putting them in the ignition. Rooster laughs at nothing again, and in a tenth of a second you decide two things. One, Bradley was a giggly drunk and a lightweight. Two, there was no way in hell that you were doing to be able to get him into the base without getting in trouble. You put the car in reverse to get out of the parking space before you shift back into drive. As you turned out of the parking lot, you turned right instead of left. Without even thinking about it, you began to drive towards your dad's house.
You knew that he was out of town for a meeting and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, so you sent him a quick text to tell him that you were staying the night before unlocking the door and pulling Bradley through the threshold. You just had to make sure that you left the place exactly as it was and leave absolutely no evidence of Bradley ever being here. You pushed your boyfriend up the stairs and into the bedroom your dad had reserved for you in case you ever wanted to stay over. You grabbed his hand once you shut the door behind you and led him over to the side of your mattress, pushing his shoulders so he would sit down. "Mmh, I like this." You rolled your eyes as you pushed his arms up and grabbed the hem of his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head before tossing it somewhere on the floor behind you. You reached down for his belt buckle as he began to lean backwards. "Come on Bradley, we're almost done and then you can sleep." His eyes shut as he turned onto his side, wiggling his body fully onto your mattress. You shook him slightly, trying to wake him again, "No no no no no, oh forget it." You slipped off his shoes before flicking off the light, using your phone's flashlight to light your way as you went about your night routine. You turned on an alarm on your phone for four-thirty am so you would have time to clean without feeling rushed and make something for your dad to eat for dinner. You loved your father to death, but he could barely cook pasta without burning the water. You climbed under your comforter and turned off your phone's flashlight. As you shut your eyes, you felt a comforting weight fall across your waist. You interlaced your fingers with Bradleys own before finally falling asleep.
You felt the bed next to you shift and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and picked up your phone. It glared back that it was three-eleven am. You placed your phone back on the table, face down, ready to roll over and go back to sleep. You felt the bed shift again and your eyes shot open in annoyance. You were greeted with Bradley booking around your room, panicked. "Hey," your hand shot out to comfort him, "It's three am, you've got time. Go back to sleep." He turned around to fully face you. "Where the hell am I?" You sighed. No use trying to go back to sleep now. "You had too many drinks at the Hard Deck. It would be pointless trying to sneak you back on base so I took you to my dad's house so you could sleep and not disturb anyone else." He looked at you with wild eyes. "I need to go." He shot out of bed, grabbing his shirt off of the floor and throwing it on. You raised your eyebrows when you realized that it was on backwards before throwing the comforter off of your legs. "Bradley, my dads not home, you can go back to sleep and we can grab breakfast before we go back to base." He lifted his palms at you in frustration. "I heard someone making a ton of noise thirty minutes ago. If your dads not home then we've got bigger problems." You shook your head in disbelief. You walked over and opened your blinds, looking at him as if to say 'See, idiot you're overreacting.' You looked at the drive way, "See he's not here you can rel- oh shit." You trailed off as you looked at your dad's car in the driveway. Next to Bradleys. Fuck.
You both began rushing around the room, trying to find Bradleys, sock that you had accidentally thrown under your bed, then you spent five minutes trying to get Bradley unstuck from under your bed, before you grabbed his hand and planted his keys into his open palm and opened your window. "Just try to be quiet and walk lightly when you land, there's gravel. Also try to duck under the windows, I'm right above the kitchen." You smiled slightly at the irony of the situation. It felt like you were in high school all over again. "I'm sure he's asleep, just be careful and- are you even okay to drive? Wait I might have a breathalyzer in my bathroom," Bradley leaned down, silencing you as he grabbed your face in his hands, kissing you softly. Almost as if he sneaks out of his uncle's daughter's window every weekend. "We don't really have much of a choice, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? " You nodded at the statement as he climbed out of your window. You watched as he scaled the side of the house before jumping down and landing on the gravel below. He looked up as if to wish you goodnight before he froze, bathed in the light from your kitchen window. Specifically, the kitchen window that was right above the sink. The light that was almost never on unless you or your father were using the kitchen. You open your mouth slightly in confusion; it's probably nothing. All's well, no drama. Bradley continued to look into the kitchen window before seeming to snap out of the daze he was in. "What are you doing, go!" You whisper yelled at him before shutting your window and closing the blinds.
Your alarm went off half an hour later; you had already stress cleaned your entire room and decluttered your bathroom. You got dressed into your uniform, and you spent twenty minutes more than usual putting your hair up into a bun. You looked at your phone and groaned when you realized you still had three hours before you had to leave.
You shined your shoes, unpacked and repacked your extra backpack that you kept at your dad's house; cleaned the glass on your picture frames, and dusting each of your shutters individually, before deciding that you were being pathetic and it was time to go downstairs. You premade your dad a dinner of beef lasagna before starting breakfast. You started the coffee maker and grabbed the sleeve of bread from above the stove. You placed two pieces of bread in the toaster and then grabbed out a pan and carton of eggs. You worked in silence as you watched the sun rise from the windows in the kitchen. You set the bar counter and place down the plates.
While you waited for your father, you opened your email on your phone, looking over the predicted flight path from your training you were supposed to complete today. Right as you finished submitting a request for a two thirty take-off time, you heard footsteps behind you. You placed your phone down on the table and smiled at your dad. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to get rid of the sleep shadowing his features. "Morning, honey." You picked up your fork and began eating as he sat down, blindly going through the motions of eating his breakfast. You watched as the food slowly breathed life back into him.
"So," he started as he picked up a piece of egg on his fork. Here we go. "When I got home I could've sworn that Bradleys car was in the driveway. Then as I was making myself a glass of water before I went upstairs to bed he appeared right in front of me in the window. What's that about?" You raised your eyebrows at him from your place across from him. "Dad, why would Bradley be here?" He shrugged at you as he laid his fork down. "I don't know why would Bradley be in my house at three-thirty am on a Saturday morning." You rolled your eyes. "Dad, Bradley hasn't talked to me since you pulled his papers from the academy unless it's a necessary conversation." Your dad frustratedly waved his hands before staring at you. You took in a breath as you repeated to yourself 'I am in the Navy, I am an unstoppable motion, I will not break.' "Let's look up what it means when you see an old friend who's drifted away from you in a dream." You picked up your phone to get a break from his eyes on you, but you felt them baring into your forehead and that was almost worse. "When you see an old friend in a dream it often means that the pressures of current life are too much and you yearn for a time when life was simpler." You placed your phone back on the table. "I'm sure the time will come to sort out everything with him." You wipe your mouth with your napkin before placing it on your plate. You stood up and reached across the table to grab his plate as well. You cleaned them both off and placed the dishes in the dishwasher. "It felt so real." You rolled your lips in between your teeth to avoid any involuntary facial expressions. 
"These types of dreams always do. Hey, I need to get back to base-" You turned around to face your dad- "Can you drive me? I ubered here last night." He looked at the oven, confused. "It's only five-twenty, do you really need to go already?" You nodded. "Alright, give me twenty minutes and we can go." You nodded your thanks as you began cleaning the kitchen again.
The ride back to base was comfortably silent. He pulls up to the front door and you remember how it feels to be in high school again. The only time your dad would drop you off was before he had to leave for a few days on an assignment and you wouldn't see him. You reached over the center console and gave him a short hug. "I made lasagna for you to have for dinner, it's in the fridge. All you have to do is put it in the oven, there's instructions on top of the seran wrap. Don't let it sit in the oven for longer than forty five minutes or it will burn." He smiled at you as you drew back. "Thanks, sweetie. I'm sorry for assuming about Bradley." You opened the car door and bent down to look at him. "It's alright, love you dad." He grinned and repeated the statement before you shut the door and he drove off. 
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You cracked your neck while your plane was being marshaled. You were ready to shower and watch a movie with Rooster. It had been a long flight and an even longer amount of training while you were in the air. You gave a thumbs up to the marshal on the ground before killing the engine and opening the plane. You unbuckled your harness and climbed down to the ground, willing to put off unnecessary maintenance until tomorrow. You unbuckled the chin strap on your helmet before cracking other joints in your body that had stiffened while you were in the air. You smiled at Phoenix as she ran towards you, expecting a joke or a story about something that happened in the locker room while you were in the air. So you were incredibly confused when she held up your phone instead. "Dude, your phone has been blowing up for the past twenty minutes. It was annoying the hell out of everyone in the common room." You raised your eyebrows at her before grabbing your phone from her hand. Your eyes widened at the notifications that greeted you. You had five missed calls from your dad and one unread message. You tapped on the message and felt your blood chill at the six words that greeted you, "Come over for dinner, bring Bradley." Shit.
You hadn't seen your father, or Bradley for that matter, this silent in years. The only sound was the scrapping of forks and the occasional sound of wine glasses hitting the table. Bradley clears his throat next to you and you groan internally. "Wow babe, this lasagna is super good! You'll have to send me the recipe." Your dad pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth at the word babe, and you slam your foot down on Bradleys under the table. His breath lapses and you almost feel bad. You pick up your wine glass and gulp down the remaining contents.
"So, honey," you look up with a false smile, not yet ready for this conversation, "when were you going to mention this." You tuck your hair behind your ears as you lay your fork down on your empty plate. "I wanted to wait a little bit, sort out things first." The moment the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them. Your fathers face grew red as he made full eye contact with you. "You wanted to wait a little bit to mention that you're- you're canoodling with my RIO'S son who I've spent my entire life trying to protect?" You scrunch your eyebrows at the words. "Canoodli- Bradley stop laughing." Your voice falls flat as you notice your boyfriends shaking body next to you. Your father opens his mouth and it's like the dam broke all at once around you. Bradley started yelling, trying to explain himself, and your dad started to point fingers, angry and confused. "Both of you, cut it out!" Maverick slams his hands down on the table and swivels his body to look at you. "And you, young lady!" You gasp and stutter as he fumes at you. "Young lady? I'm fucking twenty-seven!" You stand up to level with your father, not wanting him to be able to look down at you. "Why would you lie to me about this?" You stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. "Because I knew you would reach like this! Oh yeah dad that was Bradley who you saw in the window last night, he was too drunk to drive so I brought him here. We've been dating for the past three weeks, now who wants dessert? I think there's ice cream in the freezer?" You wave your hands around in frustration as he throws his head back and groans. "Pete, can you really blame her? You're proving her point." You hunched your shoulders as Bradley spoke from beside you. You didn't want him to be forced into the battle. "Are you fucking serious? How could you do this? There's plenty of girls just on base that would go out with you, date you. Why her? Why my daughter?" You throw your head into your hands as your dad continues to curse Bradley. The arguing turns into white noise behind you; all you want is to go home.
"Because I fucking love her, okay! I have been in love with your daughter since I was seventeen." Your head snaps up as you hear the statement. The kitchen around you falls silent and it feels as if your entire world comes together and implodes in a matter of milliseconds. The earth tilts on its axis and your breath becomes labored, "You- you what?" 
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slowlyhardgoatee · 1 year
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Faggot, it’s finally your turn to get good and fucked.
I’ve brought you into the bedroom because I wanted a little one on one time with you, no distractions. The next 90 minutes is going to be all about my cock destroying your faggot cunt. I’m gonna rape you six ways from Sunday, Faggot, and there ain’t gonna be a condom in sight. That’s right. Raw. Bareback. Call it what you want. I call it turning you into the no-limits breed slave you were always meant to be.
What was that, boy? Oh, don’t you worry about Cunt, to use his proper name. He’s on his fucking back in that sling downstairs, seeing how many fat old men’s fists he can get up his twat at the same time. First hand, so to speak, hehe. I don’t know what’s happening down there right now, obviously, but I spunked all over his face just as they all came into the room, and the last I heard before I shut the door on my way out one of them already had him begging to be punch-fucked. They’re all well into their sixties, the blokes down there, each old enough to be his fucking granddad really, but he can’t get enough of fat old bears bossing him around and abusing his holes. You should take a leaf out of his book, Faggot. That’s why I’ve brought you in here. By the time you leave this room, you’ll have begged me to do things to your cunt you’ve never even dreamed of up to now.
Speaking of which, let’s get started. On your fucking back, bitch. Knees by your ears, and all. Good lad. Keep following orders to the letter like this and maybe I won’t rent you out as a piss slave at that leather bar in town on Friday night. Maybe. If I think you’ve been a good boy. If not, well. Try me and see what happens. God knows I could use the extra cash.
Now, I know you’re not a virgin, boy. Pity. There’s nothing I like more than slamming my raw, un-lubed beer can cock balls deep up a virgin’s cunt and feeling the moment that I pop his cherry. So if I can’t take your virginity, I’m gonna see how many of my fingers I can get up your cunt. Open you right the fuck up.
That’s two, and three. Went up you easily, boy. Want me to try four fingers, Faggot? Haha. Your mouth’s saying no but your cunt’s saying yes, boy. And your cock’s rock hard.
There. All four of Sir’s big, meaty fingers up that cunt - and my fucking thumb for good measure, boy. I think you’re ready for my cock. Eh? Yeah, you dirty little slut, you want my cock up there, don’t you? Yeah? Ready for Sir’s fucking beer can, boy? Yeah you are. But first you’re gonna suck your own cunt juice off my fingers.
Yeah, that’s the taste of your cunt. You like me putting things in your mouth, don’t you, boy? Yeah. Good. I’ll be shoving my cock down your fucking throat after I’ve fucked you.
Turn over so you’re on all fours, slut. Good boy. Get that back arched, bitch. Time to get raped. Ready, slut boy? Face down in the pillow. Now reach back with both hands and spread that cunt for Sir.
Fuck yeah, son, look at that. Good boy. Here it comes, Faggot. Here it… FUCK. Good lad. Right to the bristles on the first thrust, boy. I told you you could take it. Ready for more? Good. Then beg for it. Beg Sir to rape and breed your faggot slave cunt. Beg to be my full time bitch boy and fuck slave. Beg like the faggot you are for a fat old bear to fuck you up the arse.
Yeah, that’s what I like to hear, boy. I love it when a boy begs for my nut. Now, do you want me to rape you while you’re facedown like this, or do you want me to have you on your fucking back so you can look me in the eye while I’m breeding a load up your arse, boy? On your back? Good. In that case, get on your back, reach up and grab hold of both your fucking ankles. There. Now rest your ankles on my shoulders. Here we go… FUCK that’s a tight twat. Not for much longer, mind you. I’m gonna turn it into a baggy rape hole by the time I’ve finished. You like the sound of that, faggot? Sir raping that fucking cunt until you can barely walk? Because that’s what’s gonna happen, boy.
Fuck, I think I’m about to shoot. Don’t get any fucking ideas, faggot, we are nowhere near done. After I shoot, I’ll be instantly shoving a fucking butt plug up you and then letting you clean my cock off. Once you’ve done that, you’ll be over my knee for a spanking while I call you every whore under the sun, then you’ll beg me to fuck you again. This cycle will repeat for as long as I want. I can go for hours, boy. You ain’t leaving this bedroom for a long, long time, faggot. You’ve already begged to be my full time fuck slave, remember? This is how it works. Now get ready for a breeding, boy. Here it fucking comes, you slut.
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surftrips · 2 years
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you could be the one that i love!
pairing: jay halstead x gn!reader
song: message in a bottle by taylor swift
word count: 459
author's note: sat down and forced myself to write something happy for once so here is this cute fic full of fluff hehe! as always, for the full experience, listen to the song while reading (btw, jay halstead is a swiftie)
These days, you found yourself more restless than usual. Your work days were endless.
However, if there was one thing keeping you going, that was the thought of Jay Halstead. You two had been seeing more of each other at Molly's after long shifts and you knew that he liked you.
This thought was frightening, but exhilarating at the same time. You couldn't help but be hypnotized by his freckles and bright eyes. He made you tongue tied, and not a lot of people could do that.
After another long night of drinks and flirting at Molly's, you mustered up enough courage to ask him out, "Hey, so I heard about this club down on 79th. You wanna come check it out with me sometime?"
He didn't miss a beat, "Yeah, thought you'd never ask."
You both laughed. You would be replaying his laughter for the rest of that night and during your shift the next day. It was the only thing that made time move faster.
Your night out on the club together started with a few harmless drinks, but you eventually had one too many and ended up on the dance floor.
Jay followed you onto the floor, but honestly, you were hard to keep up with. Song after song played and you were nowhere near tired.
"You gonna slow down anytime soon?" Jay asked, shouting over the loud music.
"Nope!" the alcohol was easing your nerves and allowing you to let loose.
'Cause you could be the one that I love...
The next song was coming on and as your brain registered the lyrics, you reached for Jay's hand to serenade him.
I could be the one that you dream of!
You smiled at each other, and even thought it was dark, you swore you saw Jay blush a little.
Message in a bottle is all I can do,
Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you...
You could be the one that I keep, and
You sang the next lyrics together: I could be the reason you can't sleep at night!
You grabbed his hands and danced around together as the rest of the room faded away and it became just the two of you.
"Seriously, y/n, we're never going to sleep tonight if we don't leave soon." Jay said as the song came to an end.
"Oh, come on, what time is it?"
"It's like midnight!"
"Seriously? Swore it was like nine a few minutes ago... but fine, I'll leave— under one condition." You knew you sounded drunk as all hell, but didn't care.
"And what's that?"
"You take me home with you." You smile, knowing that all the drinks you had were making you more giggly than usual.
"Oh, that goes without saying."
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hermitdrabbles56 · 1 year
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I would love to hear about disguises and balls, just another beast, and troll hunters.
(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) also if u want someone to rubber duck with, I'm open!
I have no idea what rubber ducking is but whatever it is absolutely!!And same too you! So here we go!
Starting off with Disguises and Balls!!
It's inspired by this amazing post right here
Currently the plot is that there was an assassination attempt on Dot and the chain has manged to track down the origin of the assassin and have to sneak into a ball to get more information and either find the assassin or whoever hired them.
Legend is absolutely unhinged in this fic, full feral, and he's devised the perfect elaborate plan that involves him and Twilight dressing up and going to the ball because they can pull it off discreetly by disguising themselves as a couple that had been invited but were most definitely never going to show.
The fic is basically my excuse to let Twilight feel pretty while still having a fun plot. Also sort of kind of me playing around with gerudo Twilight in a way.
"Okay…so that's all worked out but we still don't know who to send in, let alone who can pretend to be this Adalhard fellow." Sky says as he rocks on his heels where he's crouched, still peering over the maps as he does. 
"Yes we do, in fact we have the perfect person." Legend states with a grin.
"Really?" Wars says skeptically. 
"Yes really." 
"One of us is perfectly capable  of playing an exotic gerudo lookin…tan..skinned redhead…" 
Warriors voice slowly tapers into realization as he and the rest of the group follow Legends' smug gaze to where it's settled. His eyes locked onto Twilight who has returned his focus to diligently fixing Times chainmail. The big guy being completely oblivious to their conclusions. 
"Yeah…yeah he would fit perfectly." Four manages as he blinks a bit. 
"Who would fit?" Twilight murmurs, still not looking up as carefully links the complicated metal loops together. 
"You would." Legend states in a playful yet matter of fact tone. 
"Hehe, very funny." Twilight chuckles as he keeps working. Legends words taking a moment to actually register to him before a look of confusion hits him. Finally looking up and over to the eight pairs of eyes now watching, some shocked, some excited, and some unreadable. "Wait what?" 
"You, you make the cut and you're going in there as Heir Adalhard." Legend says  
"No the fuck I am not!" Twilight blurts out as he gets a somewhat panicked look on his face. 
Next! Just Another Beast
This one is my friendly fire au. It's got the first chapter out and oh boy does it get worse from there.
Wr0ng and Neutral have both heard how cursed its going to get
It's absolutely fucked
Ummmmmmm
Lemme just bullet point a few things
The next few chapters is them just trying to find and catch up to Twilight while things rapidly go down hill, but they aren't the only ones looking for him.
Dink is also in the caves and takes an interest in Twilight because of the shadow magic.
After all the cave business and they've sorted everything out, they get a brief respite at the ranch
After the ranch Twilight starts to act a little weird and more and more unlike himself. Standoffish, snappy, even mean and uncaring. followed by bouts of confusion sorrow and guilt that just worsen as time goes on.
Potions stashes go missing, weapons start malfunctioning and falling apart or just straight up go missing.
Worst of all monster packs with mini boss level beasts keep ambushing them all at random points in the night and Twilight is almost always strangely absent
>:3 its a very fun one that I hope to get back into soon. But it's also very vary dark and absolutely horrific.
Here's a little of what I do have of the second chapter
"...What the fuck just happened?" The Sailor finally pipes in. "Seriously what the actual fuck just happened I turned around and Hyrule was on the ground and Legend was chasing Rancher like a mad man!? What fucking gives!" 
"Wind…just take a deep breath I'm sure there's-" 
"You're sure there's what old man?!" Legend snaps. "A fucking explanation that's better than what happened? Rancher just nearly cut Hyrule in half! Don't you dare try and treat him like an innocent teacher's pet right now." 
Time shoots a harsh glare towards Legend as a look of horror crosses Wind's face.
And finally!! Troll hunters Again is just a troll hunters fic!
It takes place after the movie as horrifyingly cringe as it was it left for some lovely angst potential.
Jim goes back in time, and redoes things but this time lets Toby have the adventure of being the troll hunter. He's there with him every step of the way and goes through every possible extent that he can to make sure History won't repeat itself.
Couple key points I've established:
He still has the amulet Krel made but only uses it in extreme emergencies until later on. It allows him to travel through time in small doses.
Jim remembers absolutely everything and is understandably a little fucked up because of it and boy does he sound confusing sometimes
Toby gets his hammer sooner >:3, come on he's war hammer he's gotta have his hammer. Jim rigs the system so he gets it.
It's kind of a fic/chat fic because of how often these teenagers use their phones and Gods I need to binge watch tales of Arcadia again and get back into it so I can work on this fic because a love it alot. So many interactions go differently but all of the best relationships are still there and GAH!! HHHHH
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It's about and hour and half later that he makes his way back over to Toby's. The sky now completely dark as he climbs the steps to Toby's door. Listening quietly to the door for a brief moment. 
"This! Is the most sacred of mantles, and honor to have bestowed upon you. Now would you Please Stop Throwing things at us!" That familiar educational tone sounds all too familiar along with what sounds like canned goods hitting the wall. 
"Hell no! Hey hey back up big guyaaAAAA!!!" 
"Got you." 
Jim quietly opens and closes the door before making his way silently across the floor boards. Taking a brief moment to collect himself for the upcoming act before stepping to where he can actually see them and be seen. 
"What in the world!?" He exclaims loudly to draw their attention putting on his best look of shock and confusion. 
Arrrg currently has a hold of Toby, though the teen is upside down. The big gentle giant looks at Blinky who is beginning to freak out now. 
"Arrrg! This is precisely why I said you should keep watch!" Blink says in a panic. 
"Oops..sorry." Arrrg says with a small frown. 
"Put me down, put me down!" Toby shouts as he wiggles around until the big guy lets him go. Followed by Toby crawling quickly across the room until he can hide behind Jim. "These crazy monsters came out of nowhere!"
"How dare you, we are not monsters. We are peaceful trolls!" Blinky says in an offended tone. 
"Trolls?!" Toby exclaims. 
 "Yes.." Arrrg says with a nod. 
"Like...hobbit level die in the sunlight trolls or Hilda level sentient rocks that go dormant during daylight?" Toby asks as he slightly steps to the side of Jim but is still mostly behind him. 
"Ah...well..some of both I suppose?" Blinky says in a confused tone. "What is a Hobbit and a Hilda?" 
"Hobbit is a movie, Hilda is a cartoon...is it like..living stone but can't go in sunlight..?" Jim 'guesses' to move the topic along before looking to Toby. "Why are you using me as a human shield?" 
"You were dumb enough to challenge Steve you may be a noodle but your more danger built than me!" Toby states causing Jim to roll his eyes a bit.
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khaleesiofalicante · 2 months
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Ok yeah. I'm not done, and I'm making that everyone's problem😌. Sooo, other random thoughts!!
I remember in LBAF I, Selena said Rapunzel was her favorite princess when he asked David to tell her a story the first night he arrived at the NY Institute, but pretended not to know it so he could tell her anyway (CUTIES!). The thing is... I didn't realized that was foreshadowing for her powers until recently and I was like WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE?! But same, Rapunzel is my favorite, my first princess crush lol
That Never have I ever fic lives in my mind 24/7, Dani!! And it was so heartbreaking and traumatizing, and omfg Rafael, what are you doing?? I love pain, I need more :)
Where dreams come true was also AMAZING. It was so adorable I wanted to stab myself 🥺🥺. Milo Thatch was my crush since I saw that movie and came out of it bisexual without realizing it LMAO.
Also now that I'm thinking about it, I had a lot of crushes when I was little, but I didn't realize it until later... Is this a bisexual experience????
When you’re married to Magnus Bane, you don’t question whether God exists. You know he does, and you know damn well you’re his favorite. Malec really be saying the most profound things about each other with so much devotion and going on with their lives as if it didn't just destroy mine??? I love it🥰
At this point there's no way David isn't a direct descendent of Jonathan Shadowhunter. There have been way too many connections with him looking like Raziel to be a coincidence😤 istg if shadowhunters start to love him after/if it happens I will kill someone 🔪
I was wondering if the rest of the Lightwood-banes ever found out about what happened to David in IALS? Because he and Max said they wanted to keep that to themselves, as they felt so much of their lives were already shared (good for them). But I'm really curious how they would react🤔
I've read "Good boys go to heaven but bad guys bring heaven to you" like thrice and I'm always laughing like the first time. Those two are so horny and down for each other (no pun intended!) since second 1 in every universe 😂😂
I realized I am a dumbass, because I was reading the name Gabriel as you would say in english and not spanish... SPANISH IS MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND GABRIEL IS FROM SOUTH AMERICA AM I AN IDIOT? ffs, my dad's name is Gabriel, my mind took so fucking long😂
Also, what do you mean some people pronounce Rafael as Rafa-yel??? That name I read it right from the first moment, I've always liked it a lot lol. I'm still confused as to how people say the nickname though, because it is written as "Rafe", but I've never heard that nickname to someone named Rafael, just "Rafa". Idk, I just say the full name lmao
I just want David to be fucking happy and I'm ready to get into a fistfight for him ok??? The way everyone keeps describing him in LBAF with a sad face and knowing something is up because David used to smile even in his sleep?!?!? 😭😭😭
I love how Jackson literally looked at David and went: "This is the gayest, horniest, most fucked up person with traumas I've ever met. I'm keeping him. This is my human now. I will protect him at all costs and kill for him without hesitation." In every universe, makes me soft 🥰
You better pay for my therapy, because now I can't hear the word "louder" and not have war flashbacks of that asshole of Malory 😡
Fun fact: I use art and music as foreshadowing A LOT. Including rapunzel - and Paradise Lost and some other stuff in LBAF V hehe.
I might write David's Never Have I Ever next. It's the only one I have a proper/concrete idea on. But I keep second guessing like "could it be worse????" lmao.
MILO THATCH GIRLIES ARE BISEXUAL I SAID WHAT I SAID.
No one else other than mavid family ever finds out about what really happened to David. It's what he wanted so they let him have that :)
NO NOT YOU PRONOUNCING GABRIEL LIKE A WHITE PERSON NOAH WHAT IN THE HECK.
Jackson rights only. Always.
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ruinrisen · 2 years
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anonymous​       𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃     :    write about his childhood ! if given the chance, would he ever forgive his father ? what are his thoughts on shukaku ? was he ever jealous of his siblings ?
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ALL GOOD QUESTIONS , all good questions . i’m gonna take it one at a time tho bc im a rambler hehe also before i begin --
tw : self harm , neglect , child abuse , ptsd , schizophrenia , parental loss , suicidal ideation
   note : i’m only on ep 250 of shippuden so if anything revealed later is missing that’s why!
write about his childhood :  so things were pretty bad . so bad , in fact , that it all started going downhill for him before he was even born . born of the fourth kazekage , rasa , & his wife , karura . gaara was selected to be the jinchuriki of shukaku ( the vessel of the one - tail demon ) & this alone did not bode well for his future . shukaku has a bloodlust that wishes to kill anyone & everyone , an ill - temper , & a narcissistic complex . gaara had to learn to adapt to having such a beast exist within him , trying his best to close his mind to him and failing. i hc that shukaku’s negative thoughts often invaded gaara’s mind , and him being so young , it affected him greatly despite never knowing anything different. karura died giving birth to him , so even as a newborn he was looked on with disdain , as if he were the cause of her passing . growing up , he harbored much guilt in that regard . like he had stolen his sibling’s mother away and his father’s wife . like it was all his fault . yashamaru , gaara’s uncle , was the only one who provided him with love . until the day he didn’t . gaara has had a hard time sleeping for as long as he can remember , & yashamaru caught him one night on his own & attempted to assassinate him . it was his mission given from rasa , gaara’s father . that was the night that every hope of ever being loved fled his being . yashamaru told him he never loved him , that he resented him for karura’s death , and that he was given the mission to kill him from his own father . gaara was ultimately , and utterly alone . even after trying to make friends , he scared everyone away simply by existing . he was bullied relentlessly despite his sand always keeping him from physical pain . the emotion damage was enough to live on with him for the rest of his life . even trying to help others , they all just assumed he was after them , that they were his next victim . eventually , he gave into their ideologies & became the monster everyone always viewed him as . he hated everyone . he had no love to give . no love to perceive . he was so lonely but he’d given up on being saved that night that he was betrayed . he gave into shukaku’s desires , no longer strong enough mentally to deny to him . he was tired . he was hurt . he killed anyone who wronged him in any way . he became the danger everyone feared . he was so full of rage and guilt and sorrow . he didn’t know any other way to live . he simply survived , coping in the only way he knew how ( or rather , that shukaku knew how ) . he was always a bit different from other kids . his expression never displayed his emotions well . he’d always dealt with the symptom called flat affect ( a lack of showing emotion characterized by an apathetic and unchanging facial expression and little or no change in the strength, tone, or pitch of the voice ) . this allowed children to easily believe the rumors that he was different enough from them to be afraid . he’s heard voices that aren’t his for as long as he can remember ( which is touched more upon in this hc ) and that only added to the idea that he doesn’t belong with these people . he can’t even feel their pain , the simplest form of being human . going as far as to try to harm himself to feel the way that they do and still failling .           anyways
tl;dr it was really lonely and kinda fuckin awful
putting the rest under a readmore bc i can’t shut up
would he ever forgive his father ? hm . hmmmmm . not in any time when rasa is alive . i think he actually has so much pent up resentment toward him and how rasa used him , neglected him , tried to kill him , and fucked him over time and time again . i think his death would stir up many unpleasant emotions , not one having anything to do with forgiveness. i think upon learning what love feels like , he’d resent his father even more for never showing that to him . he believes he was nothing but a weapon to his father , and when they didn’t need his power , they’d dispose of him without a thought . truly , gaara doesn’t have the self confidence to pursue his life for himself , instead , he wishes to survive based solely on instinct . i’m sure he dealt with many moments of suicidal ideation , but that’s where it stopped , considering he couldn’t even give himself a papercut . ( thank you karura for keeping this boy alive ) . it was a continuous haunting thought however , intrusive and strong . rasa’s neglect was only the beginning of a long string of self neglect ( which i will write another headcanon on in the future as it’s in my drafts rn ) to the point that he has a hard time maintaining appropriate hygiene , eating habits , routine , etc . rasa is kinda where all of this traces back to . he’s had to unlearn all of these habits and learn to (and force himself to) do all of these simple mundane maintenance that everyone seems to think is so simple and normal . rasa did not raise him . gaara spent a long time trying to see him as his father , but something never clicked & something always hurt . now that he’s developed more into his own person , he can hardly view him as the father figure he always wanted to . rasa did not raise him . he did nothing but forsake him and his needs . still , gaara has a hard time hating him . there’s some sick twisted care for him somewhere in his heart , that yearns to forgive him , and maybe with 20+ more years of coping and learning how to love , he might be able to accept his past and offer not forgiveness for his father , but understanding that change and hope are possible .
what are his thoughts on shukaku ? WELL , he doesn’t have much care for shukaku at all . shukaku is another source of his past traumas , and i’ve yet to write this headcanon , but once shukaku was forcible removed from his vessel , gaara felt a peace he’s never known was even possible . i went over it a bit in the answer to the first part , but shukaku was the source of so much negativity . it’s said in the hc that goes over his hallucinations that shukaku’s voice was strong amidst everything else that would occur in gaara’s mind (but this wasn’t part of any disorder , it was simply shukaku speaking to him). i wish i knew more about shukaku with where i’m at in the story right now , but i imagine that gaara would forgive shukaku easier than he would his father . shukaku did not choose gaara as his vessel , he simply existed within him & despite making nights something horrific , he didn’t take a look at gaara and decide that he was not deserving of peace . gaara wasn’t special , and he knows that . anyone who would serve as shukaku’s vessel would go through the torture of his animosity. this doesn’t mean he likes shukaku by any means . but he doesn’t harbor quite the same strength of resentment as he does rasa. he’s glad he doesn’t have to deal with shukaku within him anymore. 
was he ever jealous of his siblings ? simply put, yes. i haven’t seen much about kankuro or temari growing up so i can only go off of personal headcanons in which they were kept separate from gaara for their safety and offered more care from their peers and guardians. i dont suspect rasa was too much kinder in regards to his abuse and neglect toward them, but gaara would look at them and be jealous that at least the whole world didn’t hate them. they had a chance at happiness, while he was born into being hated. they also got to see their mom, at least for a few years. they spent time with her. i’m sure at some point growing up, gaara convinced himself that he hated them, despite them never really wronging him in any way. they weren’t around enough to love him, therefore it wasn’t fair. as he got older and they began to spend more time with each other, i think he’d grow jealous of the way that the two of them can interact with people. the three of them together do seem as unapproachable as ever, but gaara sees himself more unapproachable than both of them combined. he’s stoic and can be awkward, apathetic, and bad with words. he doesn’t make friends easily and most people don’t like him. he views them both as people who are reliable and communicative and even friendly when given the chance. i think he’s still jealous of some things about them, but the jealousy doesn’t come with any animosity. instead, he simply wishes he were more like them in a way that he admires them rather than admonishes them.
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cyberp-1-nk · 2 years
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Okay my last idea! This one is with RE simp party!
Addict is at the factory with Karl and he is off doing his own thing until suddenly he hears some rock music coming from somewhere....he obviously has never heard it before and isn't used to having music playing in his factory. So he looks for Addict and finds her with a Bluetooth speaker just blasting some rock music as she works on cleaning her gun and since it's hot in the factory I can imagine she just wearing a sports bra and leggings or something....so it leaves little to imagination and Karl is just sitting there like.....🧍‍♂️
"smash or pass?" "smash"
(that just popped into my head I'm sorry....dhjds)
It can go in any direction you feel like making it, hehe I just thought it'd be funny to see Karl mentally freaking out and little hot and brothered by it since he doesn't get much physical attention....
[ Alone with you - RE Simp Party ]
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SYNOPSIS; Heisenberg walks in on Addict, and gets absolutely flustered.
PAIRINGS; Heisenberg x Addict
CONTENT WARNINGS; Spicy content
NOTE; No comment..
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
CHARACTER COUNT; 8,381
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Karl's eyes flashed open and all he could see was the white wall.
 
He clenched his eyes shut and reopened them, this time, staring at the closed curtains that masked the window. He had to make sure he was in the right place and everything wasn’t a dream from last night. Feeling the soft sheets over his body, he turned his head but his eyes only met the empty half of the bed he lied in. Knitting his eyebrows, he leaned up and stared around the plain room. Karl pulled on a pair of pants and opened the door to his bedroom, looking up and down the hallway, but seeing no one. The rough floor supported his feet as he moved down the hallway to the top of the stairs, looking down and hearing the muddled noise of . Descending the carpeted steps, his feet met with the cool wooden floor of the kitchen and he saw Addict.
Heisenberg leaned his body on the opening to his factory, his eyes slightly hazed as he stared intently at Addict's figure and his mind dwindling. His eyes narrowed open as he felt a contented tightening to his pants, signaling his current arousal to the situation. He did his best to ignore his body's pleas and sighed to himself. He hadn't had much psychical contact from anyone, especially since he got here. 
It was the first time he saw her full figure; the skin on her chest dipping in a V from the cleavage generated by her breasts. The black sports bra on her chest teased him cruelly and he suddenly became overzealous. The “Look-Don’t-Touch” rule didn’t apply and his hands itch to greedily grapple around her hips and yank her forward towards him. A soft huff came from her lips and he looked back to her face, trying to conceal his needs. He turned to leave, stumbling slightly as he knocked over one of the blunt objects in the room. 
She heard the object crash against the ground and practically jumped out of her skin, her frightened eyes turning to meet Karl as he froze in his tracks. Addict let out her deeply held breath and put a hand on her chest, taking a couple breaths to steady herself. Karl cocked an eyebrow, “You alright?”
 
“Yeah... just scared me, is all.” She replied and Karl picked up the small item. He grew even more curious at her jumpiness; it had been a long time since he startled her and something like falling down shouldn’t have caused it. He steadied the item on the side of the standing table in the middle of the room and jumped up on the table, sitting on the edge. His hands rested in between his legs, “Should go inside and get some sleep, it's late.”
 
“No... I wouldn’t be able to if I tried.” Addict stood with her back to him, beginning to go back to cleaning her weapon. Knowing another question was about to be thrown her way, she briefly glanced over her shoulder at Karl, “I’m just not tired right now.”
 
Heisenberg's demeanor seemed to change for a second as he examined Addict, and for the first time in a while, she felt confident under his gaze. Her fingernails lightly raked against her thighs and she looked at the floor, “Have you been staring? I felt like someone was staring at me even before I knew you were in here,”
 
Her toes curled and she squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment before she looked back over at Karl. His lightly-colored eyes were narrowed, but he didn’t speak and slowly his gaze dropped to the sheets below him. “Because... it’s alright if you were..I definitely wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I would be lying if I said I didn't find it hot.'
 
Karl's gaze forced itself back up to look at her, “What?”
 
“I’m tired of whatever innocence we keep telling ourselves we have between us.” Addict turned fully to face him, her leg tucking itself under her rear, “I am so physically and mentally frustrated by it I can’t stand it anymore.”
 
“You're just tired,” Karl uncomfortably shifted as he saw Addict leaning towards him, “You wouldn’t be saying this stuff-“
 
“It’s not clouding my mind,” Addict proceeded to lean forward and rest her weight on her hand, “If anything its letting me speak my mind for once about something I have been denying myself for a long, long time...”
 
Karl didn’t stop her as she neared him, it felt like slow motion. She was absolutely right, whether it was really her talking or her just being tiredly blunk, she spoke the truth. He could feel something odd between them for a while, not knowing what it was.
 
Addict's warm lips pressed up against his, making a tremor of indulgence pulse through his body. She rested her hand on his cheek and pushed up against him, Heisenberg eaning back, letting her do her bidding. She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist as she kept her lips locked on his. One hand kept her elevated, her other caressed his chest and her fingernails gently scratching across the clothes clasped to his skin. With what lingering ecstasy that was still left in her body, her senses still had some sort of sharpness to them. Scent, touch, taste; it was all so invigorating.
 
Karl's hands couldn’t help but explore, even though his mind was still mildly against the situation he was in. His hands tingled at the touch of her soft legs, his fingers scaling up to the boundary that were her jagged shorts. Feeling her fingernails scraping down his shirt made his heart hasten; he desperately wanted to feel those nails on his bare skin. 
Addict finally broke the long kiss and leaned up, immediately stripping the jacket off his upper body. She tossed it to the floor and stared down at him, her brown eyes vivid with anticipation. Karl's jaw tightened at the look she was giving him; also not being able to tear his eyes from her shirtless composure. The only thing keeping her from being completely shirtless was that sports bra hugging her chest. Addict tilted her head at him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. There was a battle brewing in that head of his.
 
“What’s wrong?” She asked, seeing Karl struggling not to look at her nakedness. She rolled her eyes, “Think you’re taking advantage of me?”
 
“Just don’t want you...” Karl almost bit his tongue, “Regretting it later.” As he spoke those words, he looked down to her thin abdomen, 
“I won’t regret a thing.” Addict said and his silver eyes met with her stare,
 
“You say that now.” Heisenberg said sternly and Addict shook her head, leaning over his face as her brown locks dangled off her shoulders,
 
“I don’t regret one thing when it comes to you. What makes you think I’m going to start now?” She whispered to him, her free hand pressing up against hers cheek, “Are you afraid that things will change between us?”
 
“I don’t know.” Karl said, obviously lying about the real reason. He hadn't done this in a long time, he hadn't ever felt the need for being touched intimate…until he met her.
Addict got closer to Karl's face, her lips brushing up against his, “Let me prove it to you...”
 
Addict pushed her soft lips against his once again, reached up behind her back to let go of the tightness around her chest. Karl's heart slammed against his sternum went he felt the soft material of her bra drop down onto him. She took no time to toss it aside and slumped down, her breasts pressed up against him. He shuddered at the sudden warmth of her body on his, blood rushing through his body with eagerness. He feverishly kissed back, finally letting himself go. ‘Just trust her... don’t think about it anymore.’ he thought to himself. His hands finally traveled her body more, this time, up her tight back and across her smooth hips.
 
His fingers crossed the light chasm of her healing scar and her felt her lightly flinch at the touch. But she paid it no mind, keeping those intoxicating lips fastened on what she wanted. He felt her tongue traverse his bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but return the favor. Addict breathed in sharply when she felt his hand slide up her ribs and his thumb brush up the side of her breast. Underneath her, she could feel the warmth of his waist lighting up with excitement, causing her thrill to intensify. She broke the kiss once again and leaned up, her fingers nimbly picking at the button of her shorts.
 
Karl felt heat on her chest and breathed sharply once she felt his lips up against her collar bone. Before he knew it, she wiggled out of those jean shorts she had worn without him barely even noticing. It was enticing to see how much charge she was taking. He didn’t think she had it in her to be so straightforward. 
"I'm going to enjoy this.."
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yuzusdrabbles · 7 months
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everybody’s falling in love, and i’m falling behind
just a story inspired by falling behind - laufey
your laptop illuminates your face. you wince after looking at your surroundings, the night covering most of your bedroom with a dark shadow. the screen is the only thing shedding light, as you turn back to it and adjust. the time is 04:06, and you’ve been working on this project for what seems like your entire sleep schedule.
your stomach eats you inside (quite literally) until you decide to grab something from the pantry. getting up for the first time in 6 hours, you stretch, feeling your spine elongate once more. the darkness of the hall doesn’t help that your eyes are swollen with lack of sleep, making everything feel all the more eerie. you thank your roommate for leaving the tv on as you near the end of the hallway, looking over to see them asleep on the couch with popcorn in their hand. a romance k-drama is paused on the screen, and thumbnail remains as the main leads kissing- at least, you think they’re the main leads from what your roommate has informed you of the show.
sighing, you turn back to your main goal, something nourishing. nothing catches your eye in the pantry, bare and practically screaming at you to fill it with new groceries. you turn to the fridge, the bright light lighting the counter behind you. squinting your eyes, you look around the walls of it, the cold air suddenly chilling your body as you adjust to that as well.
after a lot of thoughts and little brainpower remaining from your workload, you decide to just fry an egg.
the sizzle of the egg hitting the hot oil jolts you awake, the oil splashing on your hand slightly and lingering. it awakens you a little more.
you finish and eat your egg and rice in silence, the snoring of your roommate and the sound of the fridge running is the only ambience you’d ever get in this apartment tonight.
you turn your eyes to the tv once more, admiring how the main leads cup each other’s hands and faces, how they interlock lips so comfortably, how the entire screen glows pink with the dramatic effects during the scene. you sadly poke at the remains of your fried egg mindlessly, the yolk slightly oozing out onto your rice. you shrug. you’re sure you’ll be able to finish this project tomorrow.
when you finish cleaning your snack up, you head to your bed. it’s so familiar to you, but getting less comfortable. you feel lonely tonight, the dark room making you feel small. usually, your roommate hangs out with you, but never this late. she has a nice boyfriend to go visit whenever she likes, and swears he fixed her sleep schedule. you’ve never heard of one, using the night to finish your work assigned from your boring office job.
the day arises and you feel empty once again. you promised to finish your project today because you wanted to sleep; how selfish of you. you don’t feel any motivation to complete it, if only you didn’t eat that snack and rest after, you could’ve finished it.
you get up, already tired despite getting a good amount of rest. it’s 12:48, and you look to the fridge only to spot a new sticky note with your roommates messy handwriting on it. it reads ‘im coming home l8! hanging out with jonathan, he wanted to take me out today hehe’, with a cute emoticon she uses often over text. a sweet partner, he must be.. you slug yourself over to the couch, sighing and plopping down. you’ve got so much to do today, and you feel yourself dreading it all.
you get dressed in something comfortable and casual, ready to go grocery shopping to replenish your bare kitchen. when you enter the local store, you notice the cute old couple leaving through the sliding doors, chuckling amongst each other with full carts and smiles.
even while you shop for produce, you can’t help but hear the sound of a happy daughter with her dad, eating samples of a food for sale together. you sigh and continue looking at the grapes, every now and then, gazing at their happiness. where did that go in your life? you chuckle, but it isn’t funny.
near the meat section, there’s a grandma and her grandchild, cooing over what to make for dinner. the grandma’s face lights up in surprise, you assume from getting a bright idea for a meal, and the grandchild jumps up repeatedly. the happiness from their faces you envy sheepishly.
even while you check out, the two workers seem to be dating, or in some kind of relationship. they chat and coo at each other, and you can’t help but feel as if you’re third wheeling.
if this day couldn’t get any worse.
you head to the container store next, gazing at the shelves of empty boxes and drawers of every size imaginable waiting to be filled with interesting things. too bad all your hobbies left you long ago, ever since you gave up living comfortably to struggle in new york city.
you walk your cart through aisles and aisles of containers with different materials, accidentally bumping it into a shelf full of glass vases- knocking them over. you curse under your breath as you try to catch a few, but they end in vain. god, if this wasn’t the most embarrassing thing, you wouldn’t know what was.
now you’re getting an earful of how you never visit during the holidays by your parents.
and now your grandparents are wondering when their next generation is on the way.
and now your siblings are excitedly getting married or receiving promotions, and they’re inviting you to celebrate.
and now your distant family are all famous somehow.
and you’re still here, helping the staff clean up the glass shards, opting to pay for it while muted on the phone so your brother doesn’t hear.
still here, working that 9 to 5 job you promised you’d never go to again.
still here, tired, lonely, wishing you had someone or even something to hold onto at night.
wishing you had something to hold onto.
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feveredbcnes · 2 years
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“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ” (from Johnny hehe)
Shippy Memes II Accepting
              Days rolled into weeks before he graced Johnny with his presence again. There were times when the wanderlust became too strong and the werewolf was off once more, grabbing his backpack and hopping on whatever public transport he could afford. He very rarely stayed in the same place for long, spooked at the thought of getting recognised by somebody he once knew. He wanted to keep the past firmly in the past. Sometimes, however, certain places were kept in mind for a revisit. The pull of a lovely café with gracious owners, or an area of outstanding beauty where he could sit and think for a while; they each had its own charm. But for an extrovert who made friends easily, it was mostly the people who charmed him into returning. In the case of Johnny, however, the circumstance of their meeting was far from normal. And the poor Hellhound got stuck with Reynardine the moment he decided to keep his massacre in the barn a secret.
            "Knock-knock, it's meeeee." He really hoped that was the right number for Johnny's apartment, because this would be super embarrassing otherwise. He remembered the address, but that was as far as he got. It was night time, and the thought of scaring some old dear crossed his mind, until he heard a familiar grumbled response over the intercom. "Wha' do you mean 'who'? Absoliwt asyn! Your favourite person, y'know. Wha' other Welshman do you know, Johnny? Are you cheatin' on me, man? Best not be somebody from up North..." The sound of the front door unlocking made him grin, knowing full-well that his comment received an eyeroll from the other male. With enthusiasm, he made his way inside and took each step two at a time. It was the start of an overdue catch up, although most of it ended up being Reynardine talking; he rambled on about everything and nothing. But he felt listened to.
            A good guest brought gifts, but the only thing he could offer was a pack of cigarettes. They were gratefully accepted as they smoked outside on the tiny balcony, over-looking the blur of city lights. A sense of calm, accompanied by the background noise of chatter and laughter below from neighbouring bars. It was way past midnight and Johnny had already offered for Reynardine to crash, which the latter immediately tried to refuse. He expected nothing -- he was okay, he had already survived this long -- explaining that he never wanted to be a burden on the other. But that was one thing with Johnny; he never made the werewolf feel like a burden. Out of all his blunt comments, sighs passing through tight lips, and automatic eyerolls in response to his antics, none of them were made from true dislike. If it was, there was no way Reynardine would be stood on this balcony right now. And neither would he have chosen Johnny's apartment as his first place to go upon his return.
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            "You sure? I mean, I feel like 'm outstayin' my welcome," he laughed tentatively, but his reasoning was dismissed again. The offer was final. "Thank you," he added, already anticipating solid sleep in a warm environment. "You saved me the hassle of fightin' for a spot behind a dumpster tonight." He joked, distracting himself by tapping the excess ash off his cigarette after receiving sudden silence from the other male. He had that familiar frown of deep concentration. Unnerving for some, but not for a werewolf who was used to it. His next words sounded sincere, enough for Reynardine to look back over at him with a somewhat perplexed expression. Did he even need confirmation? There was never a time he felt unsafe around Johnny.
           "Gwirion," a quiet huff escaped him as he rested his head against Johnny's shoulder, closing his eyes in relaxation. "Wha' good is a guard dog if you don't feel safe around them, y'know?" There was an amused smile on his face.
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