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holylulusworld · 1 month

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Indecent Proposal (17)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, fluff, implied needy reader and Bucky, candy theft, polyamory

Indecent Proposal (16)

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Two months after Bucky and Steve found out about Rumlow’s plan to get information about them using the nurse, said man disappeared.

No one cared about Brock Rumlow's disappearance. One day, he left town and never got seen again.

People may think Steve and Bucky took care of the annoying thorn in their flesh, but the truth is that they didn’t touch one hair on his head.

“Still nothing?” Bucky watches Natasha stuff the money he brought to her into her bag. Another good investment for the mobster, money for her retirement to Natasha. “Be honest, Nat. Did you take care of him?”

“I told Rumlow that his little stunt with the nurse went too far. He had the order to stay away from your…” she wrinkles her forehead still not understanding your relationship with the mobsters. “Fiancé.”

“We didn’t kill him,” Steve pushes off the wall to look at the pictures on Natasha’s desk. “Even though, we planned on taking him down. Rumlow had it coming.”

Natasha frowns deeply. “If none of us took him down… What happened to him? This doesn’t make sense at all.”

“What if he fucked with the wrong people over?” Bucky scratches his scruffy chin, wondering if the man obsessed with him and Steve annoyed the wrong person. “We can’t be the only people he messed with.”

“I don’t know,” Natasha sighs and rubs her tired eyes. “He’s a good cop.” She rolls her eyes when Steve makes a retching noise. “Believe it or not, he’s not a complete psycho. Rumlow is good at his job. I don’t know what you did to make him lose his mind.”

“We did shit to your little buddy,” Steve grunts. “If someone made him disappear, I owe him one. This way, I didn’t have to get my hands dirty.”

“This must be very funny to you, Rogers,” Natasha wrinkles her nose. “He was a good man and a good cop. It’s too bad he got lost in your web.”

“We didn’t lure him in,” Bucky snaps at Natasha. He glares at her, making sure she knows they did come here to chat. “One day your friend decided he must bring me and Steve down. Does he even know that we maintain peace? No one dares to harm citizens since we took over the throne.”

“I get it,” she huffs. “You are the kings of your kingdom of shit.”

“Careful—” Steve snarls at the redhead. “Our fathers build this kingdom with blood and terror,” the blonde steps closer to Natasha, sizing her up. “Bucky and I changed the old ways. We took their empire and changed it for the better.”

“What do we do about Rumlow now? If he’s dead, people will start asking questions. It’s no secret that he was obsessed with us.”

“I will try to keep you out of this,” Natasha steps away from Steve. She doesn’t want to rile him up even more.

“You’ll keep us up to date,” Steve points his index finger at the redhead. “We need to know every detail of his disappearance…”

“Doll, what are you doing,” Steve laughs. You threatened to cut Bucky’s cock off because he dared to steal a chocolate bar from your secret stash.

“He stole from me!” You pout. “Bucky stole my favorite chocolate bar. It was the last one with hazelnut.” Faking a sob, you look at Steve. “You should scold him.”

“I was hungry after you wanted a taste of Bucky,” the brunette grins. “And you got a whole drawer filled with the sweets. Candies, chocolate bars, all the good stuff. Steve, she’s got a sweet tooth.”

“Not only a sweet tooth,” Steve smirks. “She’s a naughty little minx too.”

“Hey! I’m not little,” you kneel on the bed to glare at Steve. Not months ago, you trembled in fear in front of Steve, and now you talk back and tease the mobster. “You better watch your tongue, or I won’t show you the latest ultrasound picture!”

Bucky watches you and his husband bicker. He smirks and chuckles. The brunette leans back and enjoys the show. “Steve, she’s getting cocky. What will you do about it?”

Steve cocks a brow. His features darken and he smirks at you. “I will spank her cute ass if she gets even cockier.”

You laugh at Steve’s words. He wouldn’t dare put his hands on you. Both men are deadly and strong, but with you, they are soft and gentle. Even if you are a brat and a needy slut sometimes.

“The doctor will be here in half an hour,” Bucky stretches his legs and yawns. It was a long day. Jensen and Bucky tried to find out more about Rumlow’s disappearance over the last hours. “Let’s not fight over stolen candy.”

“I did not forget you stole from my stash, punk!” You poke your index finger into Bucky’s thigh. “You are on thin ice, Sir.”

“Sir, huh?” Bucky licks his lips. “Steve, how long until the doctor arrives.” He looks at his husband.

“Buck. No,” Steve shakes his head. “Last time the doctor almost caught us red-handed.”

“Hmmm…good times,” you nod and sigh dreamily. “Very good times.”

“Your fiancé is healthy,” the doctor murmurs while scribbling down a few notes, “everything looks good. There is nothing to be worried about.” He looks up from his notes. “We should talk about the results of the ultrasound we took today now.”

He clears his throat and looks at you. The elderly man gives you a soft smile. “Can I tell them?”

The doctor chuckles now. “Of course, my dear.”

“Alright,” you clap your hands before grinning at Steve. “I will blow your mind.”

“Please tell me she’s not pregnant with a Tasmanian devil,” Steve mirrors your smirk. “I bet she is. It would explain her bratty behavior.”

“Stevie, let Y/N talk. I wanna know what she wants to talk about,” Bucky grabs your hand. Anytime you have an ultrasound examination he turns into a softie. “Go ahead doll. We are listening.”

You take a deep breath. Suddenly you’re a little nervous. “I-doctor can you tell them?” You chicken out and drop your gaze.

“Fuck! Is something wrong with the baby?” Steve presses one hand to his heart. “Please tell us.”

“Doll…” Bucky holds your hand a little tighter. The usual tough man looks helplessly at his husband. “Stevie?”

“The baby and your fiancé are healthy,” the doctor hastily says. “We got no bad news for you. It’s rather, good news for you and your fiancé, gentlemen.”

“Good news,” Bucky nods at Steve. “Did you hear…good news. Phew.” He sighs deeply. “Thank fuck.”

“What is the good news?” Steve rumbles. He stares at your swollen belly, awaiting an answer. “Doctor?”

You take a deep breath and look at both men. You don’t know if the news is good to them or not. “We—we are having twins!”

Part 17.2

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky x reader #pregnant reader #stucky x fem #stucky x female reader #female reader #stucky x y #Indecent Proposal (17)

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enassbraid · 10 months

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5 with shidou? :3

Prompt 5 | "Move away from the door and let me see him!"

Itoshi! reader, reader is older than rin and younger than sae, rin hates your bf (for good reasons in his eyes i guess), sae is sae rin is rin shidou is shidou you get the memo, who let these three in the same room? you probably cursing wc - 773

800 follower event!

"There's no way I'm letting him in this house." Your younger brother, Rin grimaced at the mere thought of a certain tanned male being in the same house as him.

"Oh come on, you'll live. Listen, I'll try and keep him from bothering you. Does that sound fair?" You attempted to reason with the younger, trying your best to make it out of today with a boyfriend who still has his limbs intact.

"That doesn't change the fact that antenna freak will be under the same roof as me!"

You groaned in frustration. Neither your boyfriend nor your brother were ready to be in the same house, and it was quite a challenge trying to negotiate with your own brother. You couldn't imagine how big of a pain it'd be to work something out with Shidou.

"What's going on here?" A monotonous voice echoed from the stairs, footsteps gradually approaching at the same time.

"Oh god, no. I'm not dealing with two pains in the ass. He's not coming in this house!" Rin held the bridge of his nose in annoyance, furrowing his brows.

"Well jokes on you! You're not even an adult yet, you don't get to say no to the people I have over!"

"I asked what was going on here."

You directed your attention to your older brother who's finally made his presence known. He's played on the same team as Shidou, and they seemed to get along... alright. Surely Sae wouldn't mind, right?

"My boyfriend is coming over, and I was telling little Rin here to keep an ear out for the doorbell. But..."

"But (Name's) boyfriend is fucking psycho! Shidou Ryusei? You know him. He's insane, he shouldn't be under the same roof as anyone!"

Ah. It clicked in Sae's head. Rin and Shidou hated each other, almost tearing each other's heads off after every match they played. Sae knew all about it, but he couldn't care less.

"Whatever, just tell him to leave me alone. Actually, tell him I'm not here at all." The redhead's face twisted in disgust at the memory of Shidou's metaphors for scoring goals. "And... tell him to keep it down."

You cheered in your head at Sae's unbothered attitude. "See Rin? It's not that hard to not care-"

You were cut off by the sound of a 'ding'. You knew right away what and who it was. Unfortunately, so did Rin. Before you could even blink, your younger brother was rushing to the door, blocking it with his entire frame.

"Can't you go to his place instead? With the way he acts, I doubt he has parents around. You guys could do whatever there without being annoying." Rin was deadset on keeping the so called 'demon' out of the Itoshi household, and honestly the family as well.

"Helloooo~? Anyone home?" A muffled voice could be heard from the other side of the door. The voice made your eyes light up, while your brothers' went dull.

"Rin, move it away from the door and let me see him." You demanded. Your sharp tone intrigued Sae, who was about to return to his room.

"Him? Of all people?" Rin whisper shouted, careful not to alert Shidou anyone was in fact home.

"Yes him of all people! Now move it!" You shouted, just loud enough for your voice to reach outside the house.

"I can hear you~! Are you opening the door or not?" Shidou's voice echoed from outside, in a way that pissed Rin off even further. "Oh go away you freak! We don't want you here!"

"I want him here!"

"Yeah, (Name) wants me here! Now move it little underlashes!"

"Oh fuck you! Go away!"

"Knock it off, Rin." Sae's voice intervened, giving his younger brother a cold hard stare. "Just let him in, all your voices are giving me a headache."

Rin growled, furrowing his brows even further. Nonetheless, he stepped aside from the door. You stepped forward to unlock the door, allowing the man of the hour to enter.

"And here I thought I'd have to sneak through the window again..." He mumbled, taking in the interior during the daytime. Usually, you'd have him over when everyone was asleep to avoid... well, whatever you went through just now.

"The hell you mean 'again' antenna freak?" Rin fumed, clenching his fists tightly.

"Ah, you never came clean babe? My bad..."

"It's whatever... let's go upstairs before this escalates any further." You deadpanned at your fuming brother and your boyfriend who was grinning manically.

"No hold on, I wanna chit chat with your little brother. We're good friends, aren't we Rinrin?"

"Goddammit... Ryusei!"

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alyswritings · 1 year

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Request: Jj x sister (15 years old) reader where they get into a huge argument and don’t talk for a few days but then he sees someone bullying her and defends her which helps them make up at the end:))

Y/N walks past her brother on the way to the kitchen, the two still giving each other the cold shoulder since their fight almost a week ago. Y/N doesn't even remember what started the fight that quickly escalated into regretful things being said.

Y/N grabs a couple of granola bars before grabbing her bag and leaving.

- - -

Y/N is at her locker, her backpack almost falling off her shoulder as she also tries to balance the few books in her arms while trying to open her locker.

Y/N jumps when her backpack is yanked away from her.

"Hey--" She turns, only for the books and binder to be slapped out of her grasp.

"Fucking idiot." One of the boys remarks making the group of the three kids laugh. The other boy opens her backpack and dumps all of the contents out.

"Awww... this your homework? So studious." The girl remarks.

"Could you just--" Y/N reaches for her stuff.

"Ah, ah." The boy with red hair puts his hand on her head, shoving her back. "Relax, freak."

"There a problem here?" They all turn as JJ walks up, glaring at the trio.

"Nah, it's none of your business, man." The guy with brown hair chuckles.

"Actually, it kind of is." JJ grabs the guy's shirt and slams him against the lockers, the brunette boy groaning in pain. "Cause she's my little sister and you are definitely fucking with the wrong girl."

"Chill out, dude." The girl tells him.

JJ shoves the boy away from him and turns to the three.

"You guys wanna pick on somebody? Pick on me. Touch her again and you're not gonna like what happens next." JJ sneers. "Pick on somebody your own fucking ages."

"It's not our fault she's an easy target. I mean, she's a weak, little freak." The redhead laughs. JJ lets out a humorless laugh before punching the boy and he yells in pain.

"You wanna say that again?" JJ growls.

"Fuck off, psycho." The redhead mutters, rushing off, his friends close behind.

JJ huffs, rolling his eyes. He shakes his hand out, turning to Y/N who is kneeling down and picks up the stuff that fell out of her backpack. JJ quietly sighs and he crouches down, helping her pick everything up. They both silently work on refilling her backpack.

JJ hands Y/N her binder last.

"Thanks." She mutters, grabbing her notebooks.

"You all right?" JJ asks.

"Fine." She says.

"How long has this been going on?" JJ asks.

"Since the beginning of the year." Y/N quietly informs.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" JJ asks as she stands up.

"Well, I considered it, but... I didn't want you getting suspended for a fight or some shit. And after last week, I wasn't sure you'd care anyway." Y/N remarks, turning to her locker.

JJ takes the stuff out of her hands so she can easily open her locker.

"Look, I..." JJ heavily sighs.

"You what?" Y/N asks.

"I'm sorry." JJ tells her.

"You're what?" She asks.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry for everything about that fight. All of it." JJ tells her. "It got blown out of proportion and I said a lot of shit I didn't mean... and I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too." Y/N says. "I also said a lot of hurtful, false things. So, uh... sorry."

"Forgiven." JJ says. "And I'm...?"

"Forgiven." She assures.

"Sweet." He smiles. "And you never have to doubt if I care or not cause I just fought off three little jackasses."

"Yeah. Thank you, again." Y/N says.

"No problem. Besides, the only person ever allowed to call you a fucking idiot or little freak, it's gonna me." JJ grins, lightly hitting her on the head with her notebooks.

"Shut up." Y/N shoves and he laughs.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank x sister reader #jj maybank x sister!reader #obx jj #outer banks jj #outer banks #obx

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matchacowbee · 11 months

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Hhhggghhgb I did it guys I wrote the South Park fic about them discovering my blog (´-ω-`) I’m still not the best writer so I hope it doesn’t sound too off or weird >< i also couldn’t figure out how to do Kenny’s muffles so they’re not in here. sorry if the ending kinda sucks 😭

anyways-

Who tf is matchacowbee??

- this is a tickle fic so if that’s not ur thing bye

- cw for minors swearing

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The four boys stared at the computer as each of their faces went red.

“Who the FUCK is matchacowbee? Seriously you guys, this is not funny.” Cartman yelled.

“Whoever is doing this better fess up soon!”

As Cartman was growling at the others, Stan and Kenny looked over at the computer in a sense of shock and confusion.

“Uhh, this is all just fake right?” None of this is true right guys?” Stan said quietly.

“Of course it’s not fucking true! These psychos made me sound like a little pussy!” Cartman shouted.

“Relax dude, let’s just calm down for a second. This is obviously just someone fucking with us, right Kyle?” Stan responded.

“…uh Kyle?”

The three boys looked over at the redhead.

Kyle’s face was flushed with a shade of bright pink, as he looked at the computer mortified.

For Kyle, this wasn’t just some blog talking about how sensitive and ticklish he was, this was his deepest secret being exposed to anyone. Kyle couldn’t take any type of tickles, and this was dangerous information for his friends to know. A new wave of embarrassment sent a chill down his spine and he covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, hey! Kyle you good?” Kenny said. Reaching a hand out, he pokes Kyle in the side.

“Gah!! H-hey Kenny!” Kyle jerks away from Kenny and then scrambled to the other side of Cartmans room.

“Well it looks like the rumors about Kyle are true.” Cartman sneered

“No it’s not fatass!” Kyle said with a red face.

“Let’s find out” Kenny said as he began walking towards Kyle while wiggling his fingers at him.

“Kenny, you… you wouldn’t..” Kyle said as he backed away into a corner, and nervously sunk to the floor.

Cartman and Stan returned their gaze to the computer, as shrieks of laughter erupted in the background.

“This is so not cool I’m gonna fucking kill these people” Cartman said.

Stan thought about the idea of Wendy tickling him and his face went red as well. He was embarrassed to admit it, but Stan was indeed ticklish as well. The thought of his girlfriend wrecking him gave him butterflies in his stomach. If Wendy ever found out his weakness, he wouldn’t know what to do.

“KENNEHEHEY!! GAHA- GHEHET OFF OF MEHEE!”

Kenny had his hands under Kyles jacket and was running his fingers along his sides, until he hit a more sensitive spot on his ribs.

“Heh, sweet. Kyles totally a ticklish little pussy.” Cartman said, as he looked at Kyle wriggling underneath Kenny on the floor.

“S-shut uhuhup Cartmahan!” Kyle let out with a fit of giggles.

Stan walked over and pulled Kenny off Kyle.

“Yeah Cartman, it said we were all sensitive. Check it out.” Stan said as he scribbled his fingers underneath Kenny’s arms. Kenny thrashed around in Stan’s grip as muffled giggles poured out of his parka.

“Hehe see! Kenny’s ticklish too. It’s not just Kyle.” Stan said as he slipped his hands lower, meeting Kenny’s sides.

“A-aAhaHa! Stahahan stohohop!!” Kenny cried out. Then he let out a loud squeal as Stan squeezed his hips.

“Whatever guys this is totally gay. At least I’m not a whiny little bitch like you guys.” Cartman protested.

Stan rolled his eyes as he let Kenny go from his hold.

“..Lets just forget that we ever saw that okay…” Kyle said shyly.

“I agree, this is total bull-“ as Stan was cut off from his sentence, Kenny tackled him onto Cartmans bed.

“Whoa Kenny what do you think, wait WAIT!!” Kenny began scritching around Stan’s navel and belly button. “whaHahAt theheh ehehell!!”

Kenny grinned at Stan. “Someone mentioned this was a sensitive spot of yours Stan.”

As Kenny tickled Stan, he couldn’t help but think back to some of the things he had read about himself. Him and his siblings did have tickle fights from time to time. So wrecking Stan and Kyle was easier with his past experience. But like the others, Kenny couldn’t deny his ticklishness either.

As Stan squirmed around on top of the bed, Cartman glared at them and Kyle looked away embarrassed.

“Okay all you fags need to get out of my house right now. Go make out somewhere else.”

Kenny quits tickling Stan, and pulls him up off the bed. Cartman ushers them to the door.

The three friends exit Cartmans house. Stan and Kenny in front, as Kyle trailed behind, still visibly embarrassed. Stan and Kenny both gave him some pokes on his sides to try and snap him out of it.

As Cartman watched them walk away from his front door he sighed. He then shut the door and prepared to get ready to go to bed. Then suddenly, he felt a squeeze on his side.

“AY!” He whipped his head around and looked up.

Ms. Cartman smiles sweetly at her son. “Eric did you have fun with your little friends today? I heard a lot of laughter up there.”

Cartman looks down at the floor, "Yeah I guess, they were acting all gay tickling eachother."

His mom leans down to give her son a quick kiss on his cheek. She wraps her arms around him and gives him a hug.

"Ugh meeem stop!" Cartman tried to squirm out of her grip, until he suddenly felt a ticklish sensation on his stomach.

"Aw is my little muffin also ticklish?" Liane said as she tickled her son’s sides and stomach.

“N-naha no NO! Gehet off me meheheem!” Cartman said while pushing away her hands.

He hated to admit it but even Cartman couldn’t deny that he wasn’t immune to tickles. He kinda sorta liked it in a way, coming from his mom only though. With the other boys, he was definitely going to consider tickling them as a torture method. Just as long as they never tried it on him.

Turns out that all the blogs the four boys had seen, weren’t totally wrong about them.

#south park tickles #lee!kenny #lee!stan #lee!kyle #lee!cartman #south park tickle fic

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lyraisonthephone · 3 months

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''what starts with a bet?'' not that.

@thegraysonhawthorne - "how did you get my number?"

@jameson-hawthorne - ticking time bomb.

@xander-hawthorne-is-the-best - walking rube goldberg machine.

@the-hawthorne-heiress - the one and only, hawthorne heiress.

@omg1g1 - cat lover, drunk on coffee, probably.

@motherfaxingmax - book girly <3

@theaaacalligaris - catwoman vibes.

@rebeccalaughlinsblog - bex!!

@evelaughlin - some psychopathic redhead or some shit

@mattias-slater - the mentioned redheaded psychos bodyguard.

@nqds

#tig rp

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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hii! i wanted to request a laurel x reader where they are escaping the school after what laurel did. laurel finds the reader all bruised and bloody and helps her up and into the car. they keep driving for what seems like hours and they stop somewhere to get clothes and stuff and to find a place to sleep.

after that night is passed the reader wakes up next to laurel and starts freaking out about everything that’s happening. laurel reassures them and gives them some loving (light smut and a lot of fluff)

once they are back on the road laurel arrives at a cabin in the woods (where they will be staying its very far from everything). they get as settled as they can and laurel asks the reader to marry her after everything.

Yesss!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! If you like this plot, I've written one fic similar to this one. You can read it here :))))

Runaway love

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: slightly smut, bad choices (or good ones, you decide), fluff

Word count: 3,641

Summary: She’s not the woman you know, she’s a terrible woman, and she wants you to go with her in a dangerous trip, the most important trip of your life

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

Your whole body ached. You had several wounds, they were bleeding. The cold floor of the Crackstone crypt poked into your skin like a pin.

You should have listened to her. You should have listened to Marilyn, to Laurel. You loved that sweet Marilyn, your teacher, that forbidden love that grew between plants and clandestine kisses. You loved her, not the psycho killer who revealed herself in front of your eyes in the conservatory.

She lied to you, she cheated on you. She made you false promises of a life together, of a promising future. You could bear the deception, being with a person who wouldn't exist, but you couldn't bear the fact that to achieve that dream life people had to die, your companions had to die.

Laurel told you to go with Tyler, to wait for her to come back to run away together. You couldn't do that. You had to interfere, you had to go to that horrible place to see how the love of your life kidnapped your classmate, tortured her, and all so that her ancestor, Joseph Crackstone, would be resurrected and could complete the revenge of your lover.

You were soft, weak. You tried to reason with her, to make her back off, but you couldn't, you didn't make it in time. Just when Laurel seemed to start listening to you, the pilgrim pointed his staff at you, calling you spawn, monster. You couldn't avoid the impact of that staff on you. You were thrown through the crypt walls, landing with a very hard blow to your arm.

You screamed on the floor as you watched that demon stab Wednesday Addams in the belly, while the redhead looked your way. You wanted to believe that you saw fear in her face, fear of losing you. That was what your heart saw, tirelessly screaming its love for her, the love you couldn't stop feeling.

“I'll come back for you, (Y/N), I promise,” she whispered before disappearing with that man.

You wanted to scream, to help your wounded classmate, but you couldn't, you fainted before you could see how your lover walked away.

You crawled so you could sit against the wall. There was no sound, just silence. You were terrified, Wednesday wasn't there, you didn't know how much time had passed, you didn't know what had happened.

You could just cry for the deceit, for the lie. You cried because of your feelings, which had hardly changed, but above all, you cried because of the uncertainty.

Footsteps on the grass alerted you. Your arm hurt too much, you weren't even able to stand up.

“(Y/N), oh my God, thank goodness you're fine.”

It was her, Laurel. The redhead seemed terrified, she was panting, surely from having to run. You looked at her with hundreds of questions on your face and with tears running down your cheeks.

“Laurel…” You sighed. She smiled sadly and nodded, crouching down in front of you.

“My girl… How are you?”

She was nervous, her whole body was shaking. You shook your head, stretching out your arm as far as it would go.

“Honey, can you walk?” She asked, stroking your injured arm.

“I don't know…” You said with a small voice. You couldn't help but look at her with resentment, but every time you saw her eyes, your whole body prevented you from feeling hate, feeling that resentment. You only felt love, and that made you feel disgusted with yourself.

The redhead looked back several times. It was obvious that she was running away, that she wanted to escape, and to take you with her.

“Where are we going?” You asked, hissing in pain as Laurel grabbed your waist, pulling you up.

She didn’t answer. She dragged you away from there the way she could. You were about to fall to the ground several times. You were weak, sore, and exhausted. You hardly even noticed what was happening around you, you just heard how a car door opened, and you got inside.

“That's it, very good, honey,” she said, also rushing into the car.

You didn't move, you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened, in a kind of shock state. Laurel buckled you up and started the car, driving fast with no lights.

“Shit…” The redhead whispered, seeing the reflection of blue and red lights near the car. She abruptly turned into a driveway and stopped the car between some trees. Patrol cars passed by and she sighed with relief, praying they hadn't seen you. Apparently they didn't.

You had a lost look, you didn't know where you were, who your companion was, you recognized her eyes, her voice, but you didn't recognize her soul.

“What happened?” You asked with a broken voice. Laurel looked in the rearview mirror, frowning, watching the patrol cars drive away from there.

“I couldn't do it," she said dryly. “I have failed.”

“Where are you taking me?” You asked scared by the cold gaze of your lover. “What happened to Weems, Wednesday and the others?”

“They're all alive,” she whispered. “But now you have to be quiet, okay? We have to get out of Jericho, out of Vermont, and we have to do it right now, you understand?”

You didn't say anything, you just let more tears roll down your cheeks. Laurel snorted and turned to you, running a hand up your arm. You pushed it away immediately when you felt a terrible pain.

“What's wrong with your arm?” She asked, with some concern. “Oh, my God...” She said as she rolled up your sleeve and saw a horrible purple, black, and all colored bruise.

She was thoughtful for a moment and then she got out of the car and opened the trunk, taking a small bag from it.

“Stay still, I'm going to heal that for you,” she told you, with an indifferent tone.

You couldn't blame her for being afraid. Probably all the police would be looking for her. At that moment you realized, she was a fugitive, and so were you.

With a few quick movements, she spread a cream over your arm and put a makeshift bandage on it. She tossed the things to the back seats and started the engine again.

“Where are we going?” You asked, desperate for an answer.

“We are going to live a life together, (Y/N), far from here. Just like I promised, do you remember?”

“That, that's not true, you're running away, they're chasing you,” you said, moving away from her a bit as you continued down the road.

“I wish it had been under different circumstances, (Y/N)…” She told you, looking at the road.

You didn't say anything else, you just leaned your head against the glass, watching how you leave your old life behind, everything.

The sun did not shine yet, but it seemed eternal to you. There was silence, nobody wanted to talk. You started to think about everything, but you were unable to utter a word. Your brain was thinking about what you had done, running away with her. Your heart was happy, knowing that you were with her. All those feelings together made you almost completely paralyzed.

Laurel stepped to the side again and turned on the car's interior light as she pulled out a map. You looked at her out of the corner of your eye.

“Well… There are secondary roads up to here, and then we can go by the tractors way…” She said to herself. Then she looked at you and sighed.

“Honey, dear…” She told you, caressing your cheek. “I promise you that everything will be fine. You have to trust me.”

You looked at her and slowly shook your head. The dream was terrible, your whole body ached, and the car ride was not helping at all.

“I'm very tired, Laurel…” You said, letting me caress you again. She huffed and looked at her watch.

“We've only been driving for four hours, my love, it will be dawn soon and…”

You sobbed, with your eyes lost and your body destroyed. Your face was the one of a living dead, pleading with your eyes. It seems that her expression softened a bit, clearly she was very sorry for you. That was good, it meant she felt something for you, something you had been wondering about for a long time.

“Okay, let me see…” she told you, looking back at the map. “Look, there's an old gas station two miles away, with a bit of luck they rent rooms. Listen to me, (Y/N),” she told you, grabbing your chin. You tried to pull away from her, causing her grip to tighten. “Listen to me!” She yelled.

You looked at her scared and swallowed. She was starting to scare you.

“We are going to stop at that damn gas station, you are going to sleep a little, and tomorrow morning you are going to be fine and we will continue our trip, do you understand me?”

You didn't want to upset her any more and you were too tired to get out of the car and run down the road. You nodded. Laurel frowned at you with a lot of anger in her eyes, but she kept driving.

Indeed, after a few minutes you arrived at a gas station that seemed abandoned. It wasn't, there was light.

“Come on, let's go,” Laurel said, helping you out of the car. “Look, (Y/N), they have rooms,” she said pointing to an old sign that announced the same thing.

You awkwardly walked into the small store, always held by the redhead. At the counter was a lovely old lady, who put down the newspaper she was reading and looked at you with a smile.

“Good evening, what…? Oh my God, what has happened to this poor girl?” The old woman asked, looking at you with fear.

“She had a car accident, I took her back with her parents, she was on vacation with her friends and…” Laurel lied. The lady put her hands on her hips, but she apparently believed it.

“Ah, youth, who knows what trouble this poor creature has gotten into,” she said, looking at you. You hid on Laurel's shoulder. Your eyes were swollen and would probably raise more unwanted questions.

“That sign outside... The one about the rooms...” The redhead said, sounding indifferent. “Do you still rent them?”

“Oh, of course,” the woman said.

“Perfect, it's a long trip and I prefer to rest a bit. Give us one.”

“Very well, safety first. I'm tired of seeing haggard truckers demanding tons and tons of caffeine,” She said kindly, taking a key from a drawer. Poor lady, if she only knew.

“Go up to the room, honey, I have to buy some things,” the redhead told you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You shuffled up the stairs.

It was not the typical motel room. It was cozy. The bed looked like something out of a doll's house and all the decorations were adorable. It certainly didn't feel like a gas station room, it almost felt like you were at home.

You didn't want to delay it any longer. You lay down on the bed and after a few sobs you managed to close your eyes and sleep.

You woke up to the sound of birds. A dim light illuminated the room through the curtain. It was daylight. You shifted a bit, realizing that it hadn't been a nightmare. Your arm ached and your head throbbed. No, it wasn't a nightmare, you had escaped with her, with who had started all the problems. You didn't know where you were going, or what you were doing there. The shock you had the night before had already passed. Now rage and anger ran through your bowels.

You were not alone, she was by your side, stroking your back gently. She was sitting on the bed and you had your head in her lap. You jumped up.

“(Y/N), you're awake,” she said. She looked like she had slept too. She was only wearing the apple shirt she used to wear under her blue jumpsuit, and her underwear. You shook your head and got up immediately.

“Where am I?” You asked, looking around you, scared. Laurel blinked, her jaw dropping. She also got up from the bed and gestured for you to lower your voice.

“Shh, don't talk so loud, (Y/N). We are at the gas station, far from Jericho,” she explained to you with a calmer tone than the one she had the night before.

Her redhead tried to gently grab your shoulders, but you jerked away, backing away.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t, don't come close!” You yelled.

“Honey, please, don't yell,” she told you, visibly saddened by your reaction.

“You were to blame for everything. You fooled me, you fooled us all. You have, you have killed people, Laurel, and you have forced me to go with you, you have kidnapped me!” You screamed desperately.

“No, that is not so, honey. Please, calm down.”

“I don't want to calm down! I trusted you! I loved you! I… I! I hate you!” You said, throwing yourself towards her, hitting her chest with your fists.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” You yelled. After a few blows that were surely hurting her, the redhead grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You burst into tears “ I hate you…”

She pulled at you, hugging you to her chest, silencing your cries and sobs. You stopped trying to hit her and you felt weak, very weak.

“I know it's not true, my girl…” She whispered in your ear. “You're angry, I understand...”

“You don't understand… I loved you… I… I love you…” You said, moving your head on her chest and hanging on to her shirt.

“I know, honey… I love you too, I love you more than my own life. I just…I just wanted…to go with you, away from there. Give you the life that I have promised you...”

You shook your head, feeling how her perfume could change the way you see things. Your nerves began to calm down.

“Listen to me, (Y/N). I'm not going to force you to come with me,” she said, kissing your hair. “If you want, I'll take you back to Jericho... Is that what you want?”

“Really, You would do that?” You asked, looking up.

“Of course. I only care about your happiness. If I can't give you that happiness, I have no right to...”

She couldn't continue the sentence. You kissed her passionately.

A change in your feelings made you see things differently. You were on the run, yes, you were fugitives, yes. But you loved her, you wanted her. Living a life with her, away from people, away from prejudice, just her and you, was beginning to sound too good in your mind.

She looked at you raising an eyebrow as she brushed a lock of your hair away, tucking it behind your ear.

“Don't you want to go back?” She asked, caressing your cheek. You shook your head, hugging her again.

“No... I... I... I want, I want to go with you, Laurel,” you confessed, thus showing your true desires, your true feelings. You had doubts about what she felt for you, and that risky offer was an irrefutable proof that she loved you.

“Honey... You make me so happy,” she whispered, hugging you tightly. “You have to relax, okay? It is very important that you are calm. You have nothing to fear, I am with you and I will always be with you.”

You nodded, pulling away from her and sitting up on the bed. She sat next to you, caressing you gently.

“You're so good… So beautiful…” She whispered to you, touching your leg almost tickling you. You noticed some cramps, a familiar sensation. It wasn't worth just a few words, you wanted real proof, a love act.

“Laurel…To…Touch me, please…” You said in a low voice. She looked at you tenderly and pushed you to lie down on the bed.

“Okay, (Y/N), come here. Mommy is going to relax you a bit,” she whispered, lowering your underwear.

You wouldn't know how to explain it, but you never enjoyed as much as that morning. Her touch was slow, far from the abruptness with which she used to make love to you. She caressed you, she kissed you. She moved her fingers inside you as if you were something fragile, something precious, a treasure.

She told you not to yell, but you disobeyed. Her pace was so slow that you could feel her inside you for longer. You felt how little by little your conscience was taking away. You were exhausted, but you didn't feel any pain, not even in your arm. You only felt pleasure. A fleeting pleasure. Clandestine, adventurer.

“I love you…” You said between moans, about to reach your first orgasm as a fugitive. She smiled and curled her fingers into you, making your back tense and twist as you fought not to scream too much. You kissed her without having caught your breath, you wanted to love her, apologize for having doubted the love she felt for you. It was fast, like she was even more desperate for you to love her than you are. It was like a nightmare that turned into a dream, a very sweet one.

“Honey, it's impossible for someone to love you as much as I do…” Laurel whispered, buttoning her shirt again and getting up to get a tray that was on the dresser. “Look at this, that kind old lady has prepared breakfast for us.”

She put the tray on your lap and you realized how hungry you were, devouring those bacon and eggs as if it were your last meal.

“And there are more surprises in the car. I bought clothes for you and some music CDs for the trip. When you finish eating breakfast we'll leave, okay, honey?”

You nodded with your mouth full. Now you were excited, excited by that clandestine trip, by that adventure.

“Laurel…” You said, realizing that you didn't know an important detail. She nodded as she dressed, not taking her eyes off the curtains.

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, it's a surprise, (Y/N). I'm sure you'll love it...”

After breakfast, you said goodbye to that kind old lady and continued your trip.

Crossing the borders of two more states, the redhead finally breathed, relaxing completely, even singing with you some of the songs from the records she had bought for you. It looked like a vacation and you forgot it wasn’t at all.

You drove two more days. It was exhausting, but Laurel smiled when you arrived at a small town.

“Is it here?” You asked, looking out the window.

“Yes honey, this is our new home.”

At the end of a street, there was a path that led to a small forest. You were very curious but you didn't ask, you preferred to see it for yourself.

The redhead parked in front of a small cabin. You looked at it enthusiastically. It was small, cozy, and surrounded by nature.

“Come, honey,” she told you, opening your door. “We are already at home.”

You nodded and followed her obsessed by the beauty of that landscape.

The cabin was as cozy on the inside as it looked on the outside. It was made of wood, with a fireplace and furniture that smelled new. Behind a door there was a room with a double bed. It was bright, it was far from everything and everyone. It was perfect, much better than in your dreams.

“Well, what do you think?” Laurel asked, hugging you around the waist. “Do you like it?”

You nodded, causing her to laugh with pleasure.

“It's beautiful, Laurel, I can't imagine a better place…” You sighed, not wanting to stop smelling that cozy, varnished wood.

The redhead gave you a brief kiss on the lips and left the suitcases in the room while you observed every detail of your new home. You had done a crazy thing, but you would never forgive yourself for giving it up.

“Wait, I still haven't show you the best…” She told you, approaching you with her hands behind her back.

She reached out with one of her hands and took yours, caressing it gently and looking up at you with bright eyes.

“I have no words to describe the love I feel for you, (Y/N). I know you won't be able to forgive my actions, but I do know that you can love me, that you want to love me. I can't imagine a life without you, and I want to spend the rest of mine by your side. I don't know if you'll say yes, but I have to try, the love I feel for you compels me to do it.”

Saying that, she dropped to one knee and looked down at you nervously. You put a hand to your mouth, knowing what that position meant.

“(Y/N), my love, the girl of my dreams, will you marry me?”

You were overjoyed when you saw how from the hand she had on her back took out a small box with a shiny ring inside.

You were so excited that you didn't even respond immediately, making her even more nervous.

“I… Yes, yes, yes, yes. Of course I want to marry you.”

The redhead smiled with relief and let herself go as you pulled her into the most romantic kiss of your entire life.

You made mistakes, crazy things. You left Nevermore, Jericho, without looking back. You were chasing a dream, an impossible love that came true. Nothing mattered to you anymore, only your new life, the new life you would have with her.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates #smut

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adelaidedrubman · 1 year

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WHAT SONG WOULD YOUR OC SING AT KARAOKE NIGHT?

i was tagged by beloveds @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @strafethesesinners @inafieldofdaisies @g0dspeeed to send a girlie to open mic night whether anyone likes it or not. sending tags out to @unholymilf @henbased @florbelles @derelictheretic @roofgeese @ishwaris @confidentandgood @v0idbuggy @schoute @shallow-gravy @corvosattano @poetikat @nightbloodbix @voidika @deputyash @jackiesarch @strangefable @harmonyowl @the-delicate-disaster @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @trench-rot @cassietrn @firstaidspray @nuclearstorms and anyone interested!!

naturally i decided to do this one for jestiny. not dolly, but still one of the most classic johnjess songs known to man. not only would jestiny 100% sing this to john on karaoke night, she would take care to change lyrics where appropriate to make sure there was no confusion about it being a call out. (“rocket scientist” becomes “real estate lawyer,” “car” becomes “plane” and etc.) also followed everyone’s lead and wrote a small thing below cut

Mary May blinked hard, twice, fancifully imagining the third time would be the charm, and the redhead in front of her would disappear by the time she reopened her eyes.

She didn’t. So Mary May answered. “Karaoke machine? Nah, we don’t got a karaoke machine.”

Jestiny pointed a finger towards the stage. “It’s right fuckin’ there. You need to get your fucking eyes checked, Mary May.”

“That thing? It ain’t worked in years.”

“Ah, damn. Say no more.” I’ll go find another bar with a working karaoke machine, and my scumbag psycho boyfriend and I will never come here bothering you again? “I’ll fix it for ya!”

Wishful thinking.

“Jessie, can you not fuck with my —” She was cut off by a loud, piercing squeal of feedback from the microphone coming to life as she plugged in the stereo.

“See, it works!” Jessie’s screech rang even louder and more grating than the feedback as she flipped through the song selection. “You were worried for nothin’!”

Maybe she’d electrocute herself. That would be nice.

“Alright!” Jessie beamed, licking her lips and propping a hand against the railing, leaning over it towards the man taking a seat at the table in front of the stage as the couple previously occupying it scurried away. “This one goes out to that extra special guy I came here with!”

John Seed brought a hand to his chest as Jessie winked and snapped her hand into the shape of a finger gun pointed at him, holding his hand in place as he twisted his neck left and right to look around as if searching for just who she could have been referring to before turning back towards the stage, making sure his head was tilted in such a way that the crowd could see his own wide smile and reverent gaze settled on the redhead as she jammed a thumb against the play button.

His smile failed to fall as the first few staticky bars of a song Mary May immediately recognized buzzed from the speakers, and she allowed the corner of her own mouth to curve upward in response.

He didn’t know this song.

Maybe this would be good, after all.

#assume this is somewhere in hl&s verse because in no other universe would he expect the song to be good.#also did not post a lyric excerpt because 1) this felt very Wall of Texty already and #2) i assume everyone knows this one. if you don’t then get da hell outta here!#also sorry jenna. her song was gonna be buttons by the pussycat dolls.#Spotify

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Crying on a saturday night.

A Darby Allin fanfic!

Part 1 of darby x female oc

It was later than she had been up in years. Normally she was in bed by 9:30pm tucked in and dead to the world. Tonight though, she had been harassed into going with her friend , Tara , to see her boyfriend wrestle at a show the next town over. She wasn’t a fan, actually she knew nothing about it, but she couldn’t stand listening to the constant whining a minute longer. So here she sat at 11:30pm waiting by a grungy looking door in the frigid late November air, hoping to see Tara’s boyfriend come busting out of the building. The show itself had been fun, so easy to get swept into the excited cheers, even if she had no idea what was happening. But her bed was eagerly calling her name with every tick of the clock.

Before she could open her mouth to let out a mountain of complaints to Tara the side door swung open to reveal a very sweaty redhead with sunglasses on in the middle of the night and a backpack slung over his shoulder. He lazily walked over and swung his arm around Tara's shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

“ Did you ladies enjoy the show?’’ He questioned with a lazy grin looking down at Tara waiting for her response.

“ Of course we did, you looked amazing!” Puppy love seeping through every word. They had only been together a little over three months and showed no sign of losing interest in one another anytime soon.

“ What about you Jenna? I know this is not your thing, but did you have an alright time?”

“ Yea, no it was fun. Definitely different from anything I have ever been to, but it was pretty alright.” She wasn’t lying either. Although it had been very loud , hot ,and a little confusing since she didn’t know how these kinds of things worked, she had a pretty good time.

“ Well I am glad to hear that , hopefully you girls will come to the next show.’”

“ Of course babe, wouldn’t miss it for the world. Hey where is your friend you partnered with tonight “ Tara shot with an intense look at Cassidy. He looked back at her with a knowing look and pulled out his phone. Those two were definitely up to something, but what Jenna couldn’t even begin to guess.

“ He said he was finishing packing up his gear and should be out in a sec.” He shot Tara a mischievous smile and then looked at Jenna with humor plastered all across his face, at least the parts that the sunglasses weren’t hiding. No way she thought! These two had been on her for the last month about getting back out into the dating world. She had shrugged off their pressures and assured them she was fine, she was more of a loner anyway. The past week it hadn’t been brought up again so she had thought she was in the clear. Judging by the way the two of them kept glancing and giggling to each other, that thought had been a huge mistake.

‘ Guys this isn’t funny! I told you I am more than happy with my life the way it is. No man, no drama, leave it alone.” Jenna could feel the anger building behind her words the more she spoke. Just because they were so happy and in love didn’t mean that anyone who was single lived in an abysmal existence void of any true happiness.

“ Just give him a chance Jenna, shit! The least you can do is meet the guy, say hello. He is my new tag partner after all so you’ll be interacting with him on and off anyway, so at least you need to know who he is…”

‘ Wait! So you JUST met him and think setting him up with me is the perfect idea? What if he is a serial killer or a weirdo Cassidy. Tara, how could you go along with this!”

“ Calm down psycho, he is just recently his partner, yes. But, if you would have let him finish they have been friends for years prior. They only got to a point no where things worked out for them to work together as partners. Calm down Jenna, like he said regardless you two will be seeing each other. So it's only courteous for you to introduce yourself, especially since we are already back here hanging out with Cass ,and show our support to both halves of the team.” Jenna was too stunned to speak. Not only because this was so thought out and carefully planned, but also because she couldn’t make an escape without looking like a rude asshole.

Before they could continue bickering amongst themselves the door swung open again and a guy with bleached hair, a black peacoat atop some ripped up black skinny jeans and beat up looking combat boots stepped out wheeling a suitcase.

“ Hey you must be Jenna, You can call me Darby…”

#aew fanfiction #darby allin #darby x oc #orange cassidy #female oc #aew

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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Congratulations on 1.5K subscribers, and I hope that 2023 is treating you well so far ❤️

The angst train has started, and I am yet to see any of my lovely fallout girls get some love 😔

So, I’d love it if you could write for Cait with the angst prompt of “How could you do this to me?”

Can’t wait to get in my feels 😭❤️

Thanks so much, lovely! And you're right, the girls definitely need a little more love... or, in this case, hurt 😅

But it turns out sweet in the end!

It's so hard to keep it angsty all the way through. Especially when I have such a soft spot for Cait.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Sole sighed as they felt the needle release its contents into their bloodstream, their skin erupting with goosebumps as a chill shivered down their spine in reaction to the buzz of energy they felt flow through them.

"Fuck yeah..." They whispered, clenching their teeth to keep themselves quiet as they felt their eyes widen involuntarily.

Now I can finish this project. I can finish up here, and then we can move on. Move on to the next settlement. Deal with the raiders, help the people, repair their turrets too before the next sunrise.

Liquid fire seemed to flow through them, setting their veins ablaze with a rigorous energy that made their whole body tingle and vibrate. They felt their heartbeat race, their breath pick up, their thoughts go into overdrive, and as soon as the drug was completely emptied into them, they tugged the needle from their vein and threw it aside.

Then onto the next. No time. Then back to Preston for more. More settlements, more issues, more danger. Enough to keep it at bay. Enough to keep us occupied, busy, distracted.

Their inner monologue continued as they brought their hand to their rolled up sleeve, shakily moving to unravel it down their arm, even as they heard a sharp exhale from the other side of the room.

Sole's head snapped to the side.

The door ahead of them they'd barricaded, throwing an old dresser against the knob so there was no chance they'd be disturbed.

But there's another fucking door into this room, dammit.

In their haste, they'd missed it. And now it was slamming violently against its frame as Cait stormed away.

"Wait!" Sole stood up quickly, their vision darkening for a moment at the sudden movement. "Cait, h-hold on!"

They stumbled through the door, following the echoing stomps of the furious redhead down the hardwood hallway.

"Fuck off, Sole. I got nothin' te say te ya."

Another door slammed, this time, right in their face as their companion departed briskly to the moonlit outdoors.

"Cait, stop, please! Just let me explain." Sole pushed through the door, nearly crashing through it as they tried to force it open without the hassle of turning the knob.

"How the fuck ya going to explain this? How the fuck are ya goin' to explain using fucking psycho in front of me?"

She whipped around, fire raging in her forest eyes, billowing smoke rising off of each scorching word as it left her snarled mouth.

"I didn't do it in front of you, I was trying to be--"

"What?" Cait stomped forward until her furrowed brow nearly brushed theirs, the tip of her scrunched nose less than a hair's length from their own. "Fucking discreet? Sensitive? Tryin' to keep it secret like I don't notice it when yer jittery, like I don't know what it looks like to be hooked, to be fucking using. Using too much. I know, Sole. An' you know that better than anyone, so don't try making excuses. I've done that meself for the last ten years, more er less. Ya can't fool me."

"I wasn't trying to fool you." Sole told her honestly, their voice shaking as much as their fingers. "I was trying to be polite about it. I didn't want you to see, because I knew that--"

"That yer hooked on the chem that almost killed me? That ruined me life more than it already was?" Sole took a step back, but Cait's booted foot landed where theirs' had retreated from, maintaining the frighteningly close distance between them.

"Didn't ya learn anything seein' what happened to me? The way I ended up? How desperate I was, how sick? You know what that shite is capable of, and yer still fucking doing it? How stupid are ya?"

Sole was at a loss. Their words stuck like tar in their throat, their tongue moving along with their lips as nothing but stuttering choking noises escaped them.

Finally, Cait backed off. A sigh left her, almost reluctantly, and the taut muscles of her scowling face seemed to relax, if only just a little.

"How could you do this to me?" She whispered, her voice strained and tired, her green eyes now more pained than angry. "How could you do this to yerself? You saw what I had to go through to get off that shite... Is that what you wanted? After knowin' me, how could you let it get this bad, Sole?"

"I... I was using it to help people. To k-keep going, even when it's hard. I wasn't trying to feel numb, really, not like you were. I just- just wanted to be able to keep working, even when I was tired." Their breathing picked up as their voice grew defensive, and Cait's hand flexed at her side, prepared to brace her unsteady companion as she watched the drug take more potent effect.

"I'm so tired, Cait." Sole's voice damn near gave out with weight of their honest words, but they continued hastily before it could overcome them. "But we c-can't let these people-- I mean, I'm their General. Everyone is counting on me, if I let them down, h-how can they trust me, how can we expect their support, if they can't depend on me to help them when they're in need?"

Now Sole was advancing on her, taking a small step forward with every word, and forcing her to move backwards, or be run into.

"I can't stop. Can't take a day off, can't look the other way and let-- let people die, let them be injured or i-imprisoned or replaced or worse. I couldn't live with myself. I couldn't rest. It would only get worse, everything would only get worse if I can't save the people who need me."

Their words left their throat with a rasp at the end of each syllable, their fatigue evident in every heavy, uneven breath, their anxiety running rampant over their expression and deep within their bloodshot eyes.

"I know yer not goin'ta want te hear this," Cait said delicately, "But Sole... You've got te take it easy. You're goin' te kill yerself if you keep this up. Trust me."

They shook their head, even as Cait placed her firm hands upon each of their trembling shoulders, her fingertips squeezing their tenseness as though they would drift away without the pressure.

"Ye can't do it all. Ye can't save everyone. I know that's tough te hear, but these people... They know how much their General is doin' fer them, and they can't expect any more of you than what yer given' 'em already."

She could feel her companion's racing heartbeat through her stiff fingertips, their head still shaking firmly as they denied what they knew to be true.

"I have to try, Cait. I-if I don't, then..."

Cait's eyes widened as theirs filled with tears, their brows creasing upwards as their bottom lip began to shake.

"Sole... If ye carry on with this, there's not gonna be a you to save. Ye can't let them kill ya. Who would help these people then?" Her grip tightened further at their shoulders, and Sole's lips stiffened as they bit into their cheek to keep from shaking any more. They sniffed once, and the tears seemed to dissipate.

One more shaky breath left them, and Cait felt their tense muscles relax ever so slightly under her touch.

"I understand." They whispered. "I know I'm pushing myself too hard, and I know that doing this, it's... it's wrong. E-especially after seeing how it affected you. But Cait..."

The redhead nodded encouragingly to her companion as their voice faltered, her previous anger now less than a simmer as she felt her body trying to force theirs to relax right along with her.

"Cait, when I'm not helping people, when I'm not doing anything, it just... "

Their voice caught in their throat, the sound almost painful to hear as their words choked them.

"You can tell me, Sole. I know I'm not the most... sensitive lass, but..."

Cait loosed a quick breath, closing her eyes briefly as the words rolled around her head before reluctantly spilling out.

"I care about ya. No matter how ye manage to piss me off, I still care about ya, an' I want you to be able to speak te me. Truthfully. The way you've let me do."

They nodded slowly at that, a small smile tugging at their lips as she saw a glint of life return to their chem-altered eyes.

The light vanished just as quickly as their mouth opened again.

"I let my family down. When they needed me--" They closed their eyes, their face flinching as though they were in pain, "When they were in danger, when they needed my help, when it was a matter of life or death, of losing them forever... I couldn't save them. I felt so goddamn helpless, and I... I can't feel that way again. Not if I can help it."

"Sole..."

"And I can't just..." They continued despite her utterance, looking lost as their breathing picked up again. "I can't do nothing. It's when I do nothing that I see them. That it all comes back, that I'm reminded of my son. That he's out there, maybe. Maybe he's hurt or imprisoned or being abused o-or taken advantage of, or maybe he's gone, but either way I still feel so goddamn helpless."

"Yer not." Cait said firmly, instantly, without a touch of hesitancy. "Yer not helpless, and there was nothin' more you could've done, Sole, not against the arsholes that took him." Her hands stroked over them comfortingly, the kind touch strange against the roughened pads of her battle-hardened fingertips.

"But it ain't over yet. We're goin' te find him, and we're going te get you off this shite. We'll do it without chems. And we'll do it together. I promise."

#1.5k celebration #1.5k event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #cait fo4 #fallout cait #cait #deathclaw #how do these keep ending up so damn long #🤷‍♂️

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troublcmakcrs · 3 months

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▸ @muutos ⟶ ❛ ❛ You didn’t tell me this would happen. ❜ Kyle for tweak bc I wanna interact with blond boy too ❜ ╱ ( a court of , accepting . )

KYLE HAD BARELY gotten the statement out when Tweek laughed at it , loud and derisive . He was tense , coiled in on himself like a viper , green eyes soaked with venom as he whirled around to fix them on the redhead . “ Would you have f-fucking believed me if I did ? ” he snarled . Psycho , crazy , schizo , et cetera . . . He had gotten so used to being written off , and now he no longer had the energy for doling out warnings people wouldn’t heed .

There was a trickle of satisfaction on witnessing Kyle’s baffled and perhaps slightly frightened countenance . Who was overreacting now ?

“ When has me opening my mouth done anything for me or anyone else ? ” He shouldn’t have been so angry at Kyle — and maybe he wasn’t , merely taking his issues with the wider populace , with Craig Tucker , out on the nearest available target .

He reached into the front pocket of his shirt and pulled out a wrinkled scrap of paper . “ Besides , I got more important shit to worry about . ” Tweek was not bothered nearly as much by what he now realized were trivial problems . Oh , to go back to the days when he shared Kyle’s lesser , more typical neuroses . . . “ And if I don’t take — ngh — care of that , n-none of this is gonna be a problem for much longer . ”

#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: teen ( tweek )#muutos #//sorry it's kind of vague! i figured you would know better what kyle is upset/disgruntled about than i would haha!#//and tweek has A Lot going on so he's not exceptionally helpful <3 #//speaking of tweek i deleted the ask from your tweek to craig #//bc sb else sent me the EXACT same one for craig but FIRST sorry 😔#//but feel free to send me another! :3 #//i've also got to send you something at some point and i will!#//work has me tied to a chair while it cuts my dick off a millimeter at a time at the moment 😔

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calyxthenerd · 6 months

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Group Vacation Surprises

Let’s take a look at how our favorite skaters and musicians are handling sharing rooms and a glimpse of their first day of vacation together, shall we?

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“So, which bed do you want?” Violetta questioned

“Um…” ‘How do I tell her I’ll probably just sneak off to the room my girlfriend’s in as soon as she falls asleep?’ “You can pick”

“Okay, so the one by the window is mine, but since I chose the bed, you can take the closet, I organized my outfits inside my suitcase anyways”

“Thank you! That’s really sweet! If you want, you can borrow some of my stuff too, I’m a really big fan of your work, by the way!”

“Thank you! It’s always good to meet fans!”

On the room next door

“Man, so good to bunk with someone I know, no offense to Simón’s cousin’s friends, but it would be really awkward to share with total strangers, y’know?” Pedro thought out loud, throwing himself in the bed closest to the door

“I totally get it, obviously I would’ve preferred to share with my bro, but I’d pick you over a stranger any day” replied Gastón, laying his suitcase on the bed and starting to unpack

On the other side of the hallway

“Don’t worry ‘Talia, you go make sure your girlfriend doesn’t murder her roommate, I’ll unpack your stuff” Marco reassures his friend

“Thanks Mar, if I’m not back in an hour, call an ambulance” Naty kisses his cheek and bolts out the door

A few doors over

“Geez, how many bows do you own? Please tell me you brought your entire collection” Ámbar exclaims, stupefied

“Pffft, no way, this is not even a third of it, these are just the ones I like to bring on vacation” Francesca answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world

“…And they call me a psycho” the blonde mumbles

On the room bellow them

“So, you like rap too?” Asks the shorter boy, unpacking his caps

“Yeah, I’m the best at it there is” answers the taller one, laying his skates by the door

“Cool…” Maxi was not impressed

Two doors from them

“So, half the hair gel for me and half for you?” Asked vest-wearing Italian #1

“Sounds good, also, what’s up with that other guy who looks exactly like you?” Questioned the redeemed asshole

“I honestly have no idea, and I’m too scared to question it, so I just pretend it’s not happening”

“You know what? Fair”

Two floors up

“You look really similar to my friend’s girlfriend and her twin sister, you know?” Says the moonchild

The hippie’s eyes widen “Oh, I know exactly who you’re talking about, they both wanted to join a band so they pretend to be one person and then two guys from the band fell in love with them, which caused chaos and ended with the other guy falling from the stage?”

Luna furrows her eyebrows “Yeah… how did you know?”

The redhead grins sheepishly “Because those are my younger sisters, Eva and Ada, and that whole thing was kinda my idea”

“WHAT???? My best friend almost got seriously hurt because of it!”

“I know, and I’m sorry, but I had no way of knowing all that stuff was gonna happen!!”

A few feet away from this conflict

“So…”

“You’re a solist right?”

“Yup”

“And you’re Italian?”

“Uhum”

“And you wear vests everywhere?”

“Yeah”

“And your girlfriend has some form of space motif?”

“Yes”

“And you’re a cocky idiot?”

“Ask my girlfriend about the nickname she gave me when we first met”

“… And your name is not Federico Paccini?”

“I’m pretty sure I know what my name is, I had it since I was born”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re identical”

In the room next to this identity crisis

“So, I made this list with the best tourist spots around here, mayeb we can go with the girls? Or maybe as couples, but I guess for you it’s the same because your girlfriend is also our friend and-“

“Nina, Nina, relax, for now, let’s just unpack, and I promised Simón that later we would take our guitars to the beach and have a jam session together”

“Oh, okay, I guess I’m gonna check if Gastón wants to go check out the museum with me”

The singer smiled gently “I’m sure he’ll love to geek out over old stuff with you”

Down the hall

“So you’re a bassist?”

“No, I’m Andres”

“Yeah, I got your name, I’m asking if you play the base?”

“You stole my name???! Just like those faeries I read about!!!!”

“No, I mean- Screw it, I’m not dealing with this” and he sets to start unpacking

On the next room over

“Since I know you’re going to take up the whole closet, the bed near the window is mine, and don’t start with the speech about needing to wake up to sunlight, because you’re going to sneak in with me in the middle of the night anyways”

“You know me so well!” says the redhead, jumping on her girlfriend’s arms, making them both fall on the bed

“Okay, Jazzy, now get off, we need to unpack”

“Can’t I just have that nice curly haired lady downstairs do it?”

“Jazmin! That’s another guest! She doesn’t work here!”

“With the way she was dressed, you’d never notice”

A few doors over there’s a noticeable beat of Samba coming out

Simón groans, covering his head with a pillow “Can you please turn the music down? I’m trying to sleep here!”

“Irmão! Why would you want to sleep! There’s a beautiful day out there! We have beaches! The sun! Music!”

“I know, I know, I know!! I grew up here, I know how it is, but right now, I need to sleep, so please, turn it down!”

And then there was fighting a few doors down

“Those pastels of yours make me puke”

“It’s better than your red and black shit”

“Whatever! The bed near the door is mine!”

“No, I want that one!”

“Ugh, Fine, I’m only staying with you until my girlfriend says she’s ready anyways” she connects her phone to a small speaker and starts playing metal music, and Ludmila gets ready to lunge at her, but Naty opens the door on the nick of time and grabs her girlfriend before she can get to the goth

“Lu, don’t, remember the last time, Diego had to pay for it, and he promised that if it happened again, he would leave you there to rot”

Ludmila is panting, but recovers, straightens her back and says “Nat, tell Marco that he’d better leave the room to us if he doesn’t want to witness anything that might scar him for life”

“On it” the curly haired one starts fiddling with her phone as they both leave the room

In front of the hotel

“Simón, are you sure it’s a good idea to leave with our phones on silent? I mean, the only references they have besides you are Luna, who is probably going to be busy with a certain Italian boyfriend of hers and Emilia, who is probably not going to be a big help, if she doesn’t go AWOL to make out with Ámbar on the beach somewhere” Yam rambles

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine, besides, there’s Nina, who’s whole thing is worrying about everyone”

“Yeah… she’s going to be busy for the next few hours too, she said something about a museum date with Gastón”

“Okay, so what if they don’t have any one who knows the city or is responsible enough to look after them? They’re all legally adults! I’m sure it’ll be fine! C’mon! I’m gonna take you to one of my favorite spots! I always went there to get inspiration for my songs!” And he drags her away into the city

Soon two people replace them in that same spot

“Where is Marco?! We set a very specific time to be here so he could show us the city!” cried the antsy Italian

“Calm down, Preciosa, I’m sure he’s alm-“

“I’m here! I’m here!” wheezed the Mexican “sorry I’m late, I got stuck unpacking mine and Naty’s stuff so she could rescue Ludmila’s roommate from her post-flight crankiness and then they got back and kicked me from the room, probably to have a… moment”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter, can we go now? I really want to meet your home!!” said the bow lover

“You do know I’m from Mexico City, right?” says the laidback musician, starting to guide his partners into the city

Right after they left, two other people zoomed out of the lobby, barely escaping getting berated by hotel staff

“So, Chico Fresa, ready to experience Cancun from a local’s point of view?”

“With you? Always” and they skated away until they were out of sight

And out walked yet another pair of people

“Come onnnnn! I want to go to the amusement park!” cried the polo-clad Argentinian

“But there’s a killer party just two blocks from here!” countered his Brazilian companion

“Fine, but only because you’re funny at parties” he relents, letting himself get dragged away, just as a couple comes out of the building

“I’m still not convinced it was a good idea to let those two go off on their own, I mean, Broduey and Andres? last time they were left by themselves I had to pick them up at the hospital in Berlin” sighed the exhausted Mexican

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, but we have to get moving or we’ll miss our reservation, don’t forget I’m wearing heels today, so we can’t walk too fast”

“Who said anything about walking” just as he finishes talking, a carriage appears, with a horse and flowers around the edges and all

“You really never get tired of making me fall in love with you, do you?”

“Never. now, m’lady” he helps her onto the vehicle, before climbing in himself and giving the charioteer directions

Just after they leave, a pair of blondes run out, holding hands

“I rented a boat, in that same place we went the first time we were here together, that way we can go back, but without the part of throwing your cousin’s skates into the ocean and having to jump in to grab them”

“Sounds perfect, Em, let’s go” and they go off holding hands towards the docks

After them, four people come out together

“So, I mapped out all of the best boutiques and we can hit them all before dinner if we’re fast!”

“I’m sorry Jaz, I have something I need to do, but I’ll let you borrow Pedro to carry your stuff! And Nico too, but then that’s not for me to choose, gotta go, bye” says the black haired girl, before rushing off

“Hey! Delfi! Where are you going??” yells her boyfriend, but she’s already outside of hearing range, calling for a cab

“That was weird, anyways, come on boys! We have a long evening of shopping ahead of us!” She grabs them both by the wrist and drags them off to the nearest clothes’ store, as they both groan

Then comes out another duo

“So, I hear that a few blocks away there’s a cool band playing, wanna check it out?” Ask the cap wearing boy

“Sure, let’s go” replies his Italian friend, and they leave

Out comes another couple

“And I found this amazing museum with a bunch of props from sci-fi movies, do you want to go see it?”

“Is water wet? Of course I want to go! Specially with you!” says the Spaniard, dragging his girlfriend to go find a ride

“Actually, that saying is wrong because water itself is not wet, but rather what makes things wet and-“ they slowly walk further and further from the hotel as she rambles on

Out comes yet another pair

“So, I heard there’s a pretty cool Karaoke place in the next neighborhood, I was thinking, since your girlfriend is not here, you’d want to sing a few songs with me?” asks the rapper

“Sure, we haven’t sung anything together in a while an-“

They are interrupted by another presence, that decides to jump on Ramiro’s back “Fellow redhead! tall guy! where are you going? Can I join you?”

“Get off! What the hell?” Protests the alternative boy

“Sure, the more, the merrier” says the shorter one

“Cool! Tall guy? Can I?” asks the girl again, still hanging from his back

“Fine, I guess you can go” he resigns to carrying her, leading his friend to get a cab

“Wohoo!! Adventure!!” hollers the hippie, as they begin their journey

#soy luna #violetta

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