#shit I gotta tag stuff alright we got

[purplecatghostposts]

The potential of combining Marble Hornets and Soulmate AUs drives me up the WALL with thoughts like:

- MH Soulmate AU where you can feel when your Soulmate is near. Tim has a sinking feeling as to why he keeps getting that same feeling around the Hooded Guy but he’s scared to admit it to Jay. He’s not even sure he can believe it himself— surely that’s not Brian?

- MH Soulmate AU where you get symbols on your skin representing your Soulmates. Alex can’t see Brian’s Sunflower, Amy’s Needle And Thread, or any of the other’s Soul Marks anymore. A big circle with an X through it now covers each and every one of them, and he knows in more ways than one, he’s tied to this creature who haunts him.

- MH Soulmate AU where the name of your enemy and your lover are written on each of your wrists, but you don’t know which is which. Brian jokes with Alex about how funny it is that the two most impactful people in his life have the same name. He now knows, years after the fact, that they are one and the same.

- MH Soulmate AU where you get the ability to see color only after you fall in love but it goes back to grayscale when that person dies. Tim, who has been enjoying his life of color ever since he fell in love with Jay while hotel hopping, hears a gunshot from inside Benedict Hall and watches the color bleed away and goes back to being gray.

- MH Soulmate AU where the symbols representing your Soulmates on your skin become scarred over when your Soulmates die. Jay one day wakes up sometime after the Summer of 2006 and realizes that two of his Soulmates marks have been scarred over and desperately tries to get back in contact with everyone because he doesn’t know who to grieve.

- MH Soulmate AU where tattoos of flowers representing your Soulmates bloom on your skin after you meet them and stay forever. Tim gets a compliment on the beautiful tattoos covering his body from an old lady who remarks how lucky he is that he not only has so many Soulmates, but has met them all at such a young age. Tim smiles as earnestly as he can, and doesn’t tell her that none of them are alive anymore.

- MH Soulmate AU where marks appear on your skin only after you meet your Soulmate. The cast gets together one day and shows theirs off, happy that they’ve found Soulmates, whether they be romantic or platonic, in each other. There’s one Tim has that he doesn’t like to talk about however— an O with an X through it. They don’t pry— not all Soulmates are good ones after all, just impactful. But in the coming weeks, one by one, they’ll all wake up with identical marks on their skin but without the slightest idea of who they came into contact with to make it appear.

One day, Alex will see it up close, and shudder at the sight of the Operator’s faceless head and colorless skin with a complete lack of marks. The Operator has no Soul Marks and will never have any, as it only takes and marks others as it’s own.

- MH Soulmate AU where your Soulmate’s scars appear on your own body. Jessica doesn’t know why Tim wears a scarf all the time until she catches a glimpse of a jagged scarred-over cut on his throat. She doesn’t ask of course, but she wonders, and sometimes wishes she could bring it up and finally have someone who understands her. Because there’s a scar over where her heart would be that she instinctively knows it’s Amy’s and knows it’s the reason why she’ll never see her again, and she thinks Tim would understand that better than anyone.

- MH Soulmate AU where the names of your Soulmates are written on your wrist but are crossed out when they die. Brian, in his shack in the woods, gently traces over the crossed out names of Sarah Reid and Seth Wilson and vows, no more. And yet, it is easier said than done, because the name ‘Alex Kralie’ is written in mocking, looping letters on his skin but it is the reason he hesitates, even when he has a gun pressed against Alex’s head, because thinking about even Alex’s name being crossed off too makes him feel more sick than he’d like to admit.

- MH Soulmate AU where Soulmates feel each others pain, and when Alex brings a block of cement down on the Masked Man’s leg, Jay cries out in agony right alongside him.

There’s just. SO much potential there for tragedy, canon divergence, Hurt/Comfort, fluff, and horror alike. They’re all so inter-connected and having a physical representation of that is so GOOD, y’know?

[realboutfatalfury]

it might just be bc it's late and i get sad sometimes when it's late but i'm sad i like feeel soooo bad about several things and i feel like i want to cry but i can't ughh idk...

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Authority ||

Shane Walsh x female reader

Tags/warnings: dirty, sweaty, horny, Shane sex cos that's what I want.

Shane can't help chuckling at your stormy expression and demeanour as you pound an angered path towards the garage store where he's working.

“What's grinding your gears this time darlin’?” He asks, but you only shoot him a fierce scowl in answer.

“Aw nah, you been fightin’ with Rick again?” he guesses. You always had something to say about him almost every other day.

You clench your teeth before answering. “He won't let me lead a group to go check out that boarded up farm we passed a week or so ago. I know there must be some good stuff in there, maybe even fuel and tools!” You kick at the door frame in annoyance. “He says he doesn't think it's worth it, that it's too dangerous and that the others wouldn't listen to me or respect my authority on a trip out there anyway. Fuck him!”

Shane watches you winding yourself up in a rage, your fists bunching till your knuckles are showing through your skin.

“He thinks I'm green but I've got skills! I can help! Why does he have to be such a knowitall asshole lording it over all the rest of us? It ain't fair.”

He catches your wrist before you start punching the wall. “Hey, hey now. You gonna calm down before you break somethin’, like your goddamn fingers?”

You scrunch up your face in annoyance. “Depends. You gonna take his side and tell me I'm just a little girl who should shut up cos she doesn't know anything?”

He looks you straight in the eyes. “Nah, I know you're capable. You just gotta give Rick some time to trust you with it, that's all. Hell, I know he's a grouchy sonofabitch but the system's worked alright so far, huh?”

You growl in defeat.

He's got a point you guess, but it still rubs you up the wrong way how Rick seems to see you as nothing more than a nagging pain in his ass. “Would you follow orders from me, Shane?” you challenge.

He gives you that signature self-assured cocky smile of his. “You bet. I trust your judgement, sweetheart.”

You scoff, actually semi surprised by his seemingly honest response.

“Yeah, sure you would. Whatever.”

You watch him in silence as he moves crates of supplies, some full up with cans and other heavy items, stacking them up against the wall. His vest is damp with sweat, beads of moisture roll down his neck to his broad, glistening chest and you can't help licking your lips.

“Doesn't help that it's so fucking hot today,” you muse, tugging your own shirt away from your sticky skin. Then you settle on an idea.

“I'm going down to the lake. Come with me.”

Shane pauses, glances up. “I gotta finish up this shit…”

You plant your hands on your hips. “Come with me. That's an order, Shane.” You smirk and he catches on, putting the crate down and straightening up.

“S’that so?” He responds with an interested look and you nod.

“Y’said you'd follow my lead, so follow.” you quip, walking out into the blazing heat of the yard towards the gate.

“Might be walkers down there.” He says, grabbing his pistol and knife from the shelf and tucking them into the back of his pants.

You wave your hand carelessly back in his direction as you keep walking. You've got your own weapon on you. “I'm capable, remember?”

Shane rolls his eyes as he catches you up. He's not sure what he's letting himself in for but it's not a good idea to let you go off alone, especially if he expects you've got something to prove.

The lake was a godsend. A welcome actual oasis in this rabid and lethal world that you'd all found yourselves trying to survive. A perk of living in the camp and bearing Rick's questionable leadership. It was small, a now undammed creek running in to fill an old quarry, but it was fairly safe and utterly perfect for dip on a day like this.

The side you came in on had a grassy bank and a large tree growing near, giving some much needed shade before the ground turned to gravel and slate near the water. You scoped out the rim and the shimmering, inviting water for any signs of walkers and once satisfied it was clear, you turned to Shane, planting your palm firmly on his damp chest.

“You, stay.” You command, gesturing at him to sit down.

“What the hell? How come I don't get to cool off?” He complains as he reluctantly sits on the baking hot grass. You cross your arms at the hem of your shirt and tug it up over your head.

“You said you'd follow my orders, didn't you? Don't you trust me?” You grin, slinging your top over a low branch of the tree and then starting to unbutton your pants.

Shane watches unashamedly as you undress in front of him. You had brought him here after all, wanted him here for whatever reason, and he sure as hell wasn't about to complain about the current view he's got. His gaze roams over the curves of your near-naked body as you strip to your well-worn underwear. He's never seen this much of you before, and he likes it.

You make your way to the water's edge, shrieking and then humming with relief as the sudden cold hits your heated skin.

“So what the hell am I s’posed to do? It's as hot as all hell, even in the shade!” Shane calls out.

“Watch for walkers, idiot!” You yell back with a laugh, and wade in deeper into the lake until you can swim. It was such a treat to have this space relatively close to the camp, but it wasn't the only thing you had in mind…

Shane watches you enjoying yourself as he sweats under the tree. You had your own watchful eye on him, near salivating as he eventually pulled his vest off to reveal the rest of that deliciously toned torso.

When you're done you walk slowly out of the lake, shaking off your hair and stalking towards where Shane was lying on the bank. He pushes himself up on his hands, surprised as you straddle his hips, grunting as cool droplets of water fall from your body onto his.

“What are ya doin’?” He asks as you push him back down to lie flat on his back.

“Cooling you off.” You reply matter of factly as you rock your hips down on his crotch, feeling his cock beginning to harden rapidly through your wet panties.

“Yeah?” His voice is husky, his hands finally landing at your waist as you lean in close, grinding yourself against his cock again, feeling him twitch.

“When I first came here, Rick told me to stay away from you, y'know? Said you were dangerous…”

“Fuck…” Shane curses, his fingers gripping at your damp skin and eyes flicking between the sight of your hardened nipples poking through your bra and your wiggling hips on his. “You doin’ this to get back at him or somethin’?” He asks with a slight strain in his voice.

“No...”

Your own fingers start to explore and trail over his chest, scratching briefly at his nipples and on down those washboard abs to hook under the waistband of his pants. You can't help yourself, leaning down, your tongue sliding out between your lips to lick up the layer of sweat from between his pecs. You close your eyes as the satisfying taste of his salty musk hits your taste buds and both you and Shane moan. You lick and kiss your way up to the side of his neck and nip at his earlobe, purring out your desire.

“I just wanted you to fuck me.”

His eyes gleam a dark amber in the sun as he looks up at you. “Yeah? Is that an order too?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You teased the question but he wastes no time, scrabbling quickly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his thick cock out of his underwear as you shimmy out of your panties. You'd need to be fast, this was all the foreplay you needed. You couldn't risk any of the others from the camp wandering down here and finding you both.

He was just as big as you had imagined. You weren't at all surprised with the way he would nearly always stride dick first through the camp. When you could, you'd sometimes pass any quiet moments watching him work, whether it was swinging an axe to cut firewood, or patrolling up on the wall. Even if he could be smarmy and bullish he was prime eye candy for sure, and you wanted a taste.

“God… damn.” Shane hisses as you sink down on him, your bodies now as one, feeling your tight, wet heat gripping around his throbbing length. Air leaves your lungs in a gasp as you start to move up and down, and Shane moves his hips upwards in quick, powerful thrusts to meet yours. “Shit… god-fucking-damn!”

“Fuck, Walsh!” You moan as he's stimulating the deepest parts of you, his hands firm on your hips, fingers pressing in harder..

“S'at good?” He grits out, captivated by the feel and look of you moving above him with abandon.

“So good-” you whine. He shifts forward, ducking his head to mouth at the softness of your breasts spilling over your bralet.

“Oh you like that, huh?” he snarls, “yeah, jus’ like that?” He leans back again so he can pound into you even harder, gritting his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck to pool at his collarbones with the effort. He snatches the cups of your bra down, letting your tits bounce around, squeezing them hard before he drops one hand down to where your bodies meet, his thumb desperately rubbing sloppy circles over your slick, swollen pearl.

The dry grass presses into your knees as you fuck, your pussy starting to flutter as the tightness at the core of you builds so quickly. You haven't had any form of intimacy for so long that everything you're feeling now is intense, sharp, and needed.

“Don't you dare stop!” You threaten, riding his cock even faster as you near your edge.

Shane is panting, hips bucking wildly.

“Shit-shit-shit baby I'm gonna cum, aw fuck I'm gonna-”

You lift up off of him and rapidly switch to frantically rubbing your pussy and clit along the length of his cock, seconds later his mouth is forming a silent ‘o’ and his pulsing dick is shooting stripes of creamy white over his stomach and chest between you as you topple over with him. Shane hooks his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down and smashing your hot mouths together as you both shudder through your orgasms with a deep shared moan.

You push off of him, laying on your back to his side, both of you panting ragged breaths with the heat and exertion.

“Fuck… oh christ.”

Your satisfied hum turns to laughter when you hear Shane's curses yet again.

“So, do you like a woman that knows what she wants an’ orders you around, Walsh?”

He grumbles, gingerly sitting up and wincing at the sweaty, messy state he's in. “Mm, I guess only when it's me that she wants.”

He gets up and strips off his boots and pants, and you watch as he takes his gorgeous ass into the lake to wash, dunking his entire body and scrubbing his hands over his face and closely shaved head. You soon follow and when you're done you put your now-dry clothes back on in a silence only disturbed by birdsong and the sound of the bubbling creek.

“We should get back.” You say redundantly, breaking the sudden tension that had formed.

“Yeah.” Shane agrees, not meeting your eyes.

You awkwardly part ways back at the gate, and when you're on shift up on the wall later that night you can't help wondering if you miscalculated, made a mistake.

“Hey.”

You almost jump out of your skin as Shane sneaks up behind you.

You calm your racing heart as you move the barrel of the gun away from him. “Jesus christ, don't do that, I could have killed you!”

He just smirks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Well now I wasn't lookin' for that.” He drawls, and you soften.

“So what were you looking for?”

"You had any more run-ins with Rick today?"

"Uh... no? Why?" You reply, slightly confused.

He shrugs, eyes flitting between the gun you're holding and you. “Just been wonderin’, if maybe you wanna order me around some more?”

[vancehopperenthusiast]

Maybe I’m your soulmate. || Robin Arellano

Summary- the week you move to Denver, is also the week robin gets suspended. what happens when Finney welcomes you with open arms and you two quickly become friends, bestfriends even (I'll give you a hint, robin isn't too happy.)

Tags- studying, enemies to ??? flirters?? , group project, best friends, fuckin moose, jealous robin, that's all i think

CWS- cursing ..? i think thats it

Notes- HIHI uhm idk if im gonna write a part 2 for this atm but if you guys want one i will! uhm also sorry for shitty grammar LMAO i suck at stuff like that

Moving was never easy, especially not when you join a new school in the middle of the year.

Although you quickly got situated when you met Finney Blake, you and he had been friends for a little over a week & it was safe to say you considered him your best friend.

That Friday morning when you walked to school with Finney and Gwen like usual, the second you neared the school, chanting was heard

“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” the group yelled while a taller, much paler boy spoke, “I will pound you like a nail you scrawny little shithead.”

“then do it, unless you’re scared.”

You looked at Finney, “Who the fuck has the balls to fight moose?”



“Robin Arellano.” Gwen answered, “Who? Am I supposed to know him?” You were bombarded with questions as a fight broke out.

You watched intently while listening to your answer, “Robin was Finney’s best friend until he got sent to his grandma's for a week because he got suspended, he’s also the toughest kid in school next to Pinball Vance Hopper.”

“Was Finney's best friend?” you repeated

“Yeah Robin could never call so we kinda just drifted, I was sad for a while but then you came into the picture,” Finney spoke up at last.

you were about to say something else until the actual fight broke out, Robin demolishing Moose, he probably broke his nose.

“Holy shit!” Gwen gasped, her mouth agape, “Let’s go guys.” Finney tugged at Gwen’s arm that wouldn’t budge. When the girl finally moved she was already yapping about it.

“What the hell!! That was Moose!” the brunette said agitatedly.

“I don’t care” The short-haired brunette rolled his eyes, looking to the side.

“He probably deserved it!” You laughed, “Moose is a giant asshole, Finn.”

He nearly responded but someone else did for him, “Hey Finn, what’s happening” You rose your brow at the nickname, a hand snaked around his shoulder.

“Robin, you just came back! You can’t be getting into fights already” Finney laughed, shrugging off his arm.

“Moose needed the beat down if you ask me, ain’t that right Gwen?” He leaned forward, turning his head towards Gwen and your direction.

When he saw you instead of Gwen his eyebrows furrowed in confusion; “Who’s this? Your girlfriend? ooh, Donna won’t be too happy to hear that you’re two-timing Finn” He joked.

You smiled, “Nah me and Finn are just friends. I try giving advice but uh you know how he is, stubborn and hardheaded." you gave Finney a nudge in his side, and he rolled his eyes in response.



"finn? yo i thought i was the only one who called you that? since I'M your bestfriend n all. is she a bully? i don't fight girls but i know people who do." the long haired brunette said intimidatingly.

"hey man chill, finney is allowed to have other friends! especially after you ditched him!" gwen defended.

"i didn't fucking ditch him! i was suspended and couldn't talk to anyone for like a week!" the bandanaed boy exclaimed, an offensive look on his face.

you and finney both opened your mouth to say something, but the bell rung, and students started filling to their classes. "gotta go. later finn, later gwen. Arellano" you nodded before walking off, making your way to your class. shuffling with the other students.

"alright class, as you know.. or not seeing as most of you cannot read," the teacher sighed, his monotone voice staying through out his lecture, "you will have two big projects, middle of the year and end of the year. today marks the OFFICAL start of the end of the school year, hold your applause. you will be working in pairs of two, on the classical big bang theory." the teacher huffed and began explaining the rest of the project.

youy groaned quietly, putting your head in your hands, what if you get paired up with braxton rose? he was the worst! he put gum in your hair before winter break, it took hours to get it out.

"now i will be announcing the pairs. boo who cry me a river ashley. you're not getting paired up with vance OR kamala." vance was the boyfriend, kamala was the bestie. if you couldnt tell.

"right so first we have.." the names ran through and through your ears until you heard your name at last. "Y/N and.. Robin. thats all class, now you can go. projects are due next week."  you gasped, robin was in this class? the fuck? you hadn't even noticed. i mean you could always ask mr green to switch partners, but his divorce was already stressing him out. being a middle school teacher is even worse, so nah not a chance.

begrudgingly, you pushed your self out of the plastic chair, stretching  your joints. you grabbed your stuff and turned to find robin, your eyes didnt have to strain themselves for long because he was right at your desk. "hey robin, meet up at the library, five? bring your shit. we'll start planning?" you asked assertively.

"uhm can't we do it right after school? maybe i've got plans. plus we have study hall, we can do it then?" he tried his best to reschedule.

you sighed, "do you have something to do at five exactly?"

robin smiled, shaking his head left to right, "Nah, sorry. I'll see you after school?"

"alright see ya," you groaned, mentally slapping yourself in the face, robin areallno? of all people. Braxton would be better than this.

the day finished swiftly. leaving you an hour and a half to get home, freshen up and get to the library on time.

Keep reading

you had barely made it on time. three minutes till the clock struck five, when you entered the deserted library, apart from a few nerds studying, robin was nowhere to be found. you scoffed, sitting down at a table in the back, pulling your books out, shaking your leg anxiously until he showed up.

it was about five-ten when he did. you had sat there looking like a loser! he walked in coolly, sliding into a seat next to you. "you're late."

"sorry I fell asleep anyways I'm ready to work now." he cheesed, opening up his notebook, and helping



you two had worked for about twenty minutes before you hit a gigantic boulder. a boulder that stopped your work entirely for half an hour. "this isn't gonna work. you're too overbearing." he ran a hand through his hair.

had it always been that pretty? maybe it just looked better now that there wasnt crimson colored liquid in it.

you shrugged the thought off, "would you be more comfy in more well know space? we could go to yours and work on it there?"



"fuck no! you could be a murderer for all i know." he tried his best to look intimidating but his eyes weren't completely objecting to the scenerio.

you smiled cheekily, looking him in his eyes for the first time in a while leaning up in your seat slightly to get closer to him, "maybe i'm your soulmate." you could see him get flustered. it was almost embarrassing for you.



just then the old timey grandfather clock rang, "ah thats me. see ya robin." grabbing your things and walking out.

robin sat there however, what the hell just happened? were you flirting? wasn't this a rivalry for the companionship of finney blake? yeah okay that was weird. however, what was weirder is the fact that he wasn't absolutely disgusted by the fact that you were flirting with him.





well shit

[shewrites7]

Spilled Secrets

johnny cade x fem!reader

summary: Everyone can't help but notice the signs--Johnny's been blushing more often than usual. He's more quiet around y/n than he usually is. Plus, the boys are clearly hiding something. All signs point to ... no, they couldn't. They can't, right?

type - one shot

word count [4.2k]

tags: Johnny Cade x female!reader, friends to lovers, achingly cute Johnny, shyness, poorly kept secrets and an accidental love confession. (no specific mention of appearance, race, etc.)

warnings: some swearing, outdated views on women, mentions of death, implied mention of sex

add. - i wrote this a couple months ago + it was originally posted on my ao3 and i haven’t proofread it since so just a heads up but enjoy my first one shot! :)

"If you could make one wish, what would it be?" The thought popped into my mind randomly, spurring up another height in the conversation between the whole gang. We're all lying around the Curtis living room like we usually do during those nights when we've got nowhere better to be. And for once, Dally isn't off somewhere with some girl or snatching stuff from some corner store with Two-Bit. It's all eight of us here, sitting spread around the room, laying on couches or leaning against walls, even lying on the floor, but we make it work.

"Easy," Two-Bit replied, chugging down some pop and crushing the can. "I'd wish for a lifetime's supply of hot babes and any food I want, anytime I want it." He let out a loud belch to match his obvious response, and Soda chuckles like a young kid.

"Really, Two?" I reply. "You'd ask for girls and food?"

"Why not?" He shrugs with a grin. My hand goes to my face, and I hear Johnny let out a snort.

"That's fuckin' stupid, Two," interrupts Dallas, to the gang's surprise. "Why not just ask for unlimited money and seal the deal? The broads'll be chasing after you with no problem, and you don't even gotta worry about the food."

Two-Bit's face lights up at his response. "Ah, shoot, Dally. You're spot on!"

I find myself looking over at Johnny from where I stand, leaning against the wall. He's on the floor next to Two-Bit, by Dally's feet from where he's spread on the couch. He looks at me amusedly and shrugs. It's impossible to control Dallas Winston, especially when Two-Bit's involved, cheering him on like he does. Johnny knows this all too well.

I roll my eyes. "What a thoughtful response, Dal."

He winks and clicks his tongue in that cocky, Dallas way. "Thanks, hun."

Two-Bit snorts out laughter. "Fine then, shortcake," he begins with a grin and raised, expectant eyebrows. "What would you ask for then, Mother Mary?"

I glare at him and his ridiculously thick sideburns. "I don't know, but it wouldn't be a bunch of hot guys and a shit-load of money," I smirk. He guffaws. "Maybe," I start, "I'd ask for peace on Earth or something like that. Something to knock some sense into this stupid world."

"Ha!" He laughs out. "'Course, angel face here would pick world peace. What else's on your mind, Mary Sue?"

I send him a glare to leave him running.

"Calm down," he relents, "only joking." Yea, right.

"Well," I say, moving on. "What about you, Steve?"

He's sitting in the recliner Darry usually sits in, the oldest Curtis off behind the kitchen counter doing who knows what.

"Same thing as Two," he says, shuffling a deck of cards to play with Soda. "Broads and money sounds pretty sick to me. What else could you want?"

Ponyboy lets out a snort from where he sits, too, in between Dally and Soda on the couch. His nose has been ten feet deep in a book for most of our conversation.

"Alright," I start. "So you, Two-Bit, and Dally, all choose girls and money?" They all nod. "Okay... and me, I choose peace on Earth, a sensible wish, mind you-"

The gang of restless teen boys scoff and boo at me.

"Anyways," I stop them. "Would anyone else here wish for something different? Ponyboy?"

He looks up from his book again thoughtfully and shrugs after a moment, looking down at the pages of his book quietly.

"I, uh," he stutters. "I'd probably just wish for my mom and dad to come back, you know?"

The muttering of the rest of the gang comes to a steady silence, us having all heard him, even if he spoke softly. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis's deaths are still a fresh wound, even to the rest of us.

"Yea, me too," mutters Soda quietly, stopping his game of cards.

Darry comes over from the kitchen island and leans against the back of the couch, his two hands on Ponyboy's shoulders in support. "I would, too, kid."

No one speaks for a moment, but we all know how sensitive the subject is. It was stupid of me to ask something like that, anyway.

"Shoot, Pony," I say quietly. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright, y/n," he waves a hand. "Don't worry 'bout it." He looks up at me and nods assuringly, though it really should be me trying to comfort him.

"If it makes it any better," starts Two-Bit, "I'd wish for them to come back too, now that I think of it."

Ponyboy smiles, slightly. "Even over your hot babes?"

Two-Bit scratches his red-haired head with a laugh. "'Course, Pony. Even over my hot babes."

Ponyboy laughs, and Soda grins, and with his brilliant, movie star smile, things brighten up instantly.

"Hey," Two-Bit begins with that hint of mischief underlying his tone. "We all know what Johnny here would wish for, ain't that right, Johnnyboy?" He nudges him with his elbow a little bit, smirking at him like he knows something real funny. Johnny stiffens, piquing my interest.

"Huh," I butt in. "And what'd that be?"

"Nothing!" interjects Johnny, quickly. He realizes his loud tone and flushes pink. "It's, it's uh, nothin'."

The rest of the gang starts snickering like they know something good, too. Even Ponyboy's hiding a smile in the pages of his book and looking on with interest.

"Really?" I ask, not believing Johnny's hasty reply. "You wouldn't wish for anything, Johnny?" Two-Bit looks at him expectantly entertained.

"Sure I would," he gulps. "I'd, uh, I'd wish for a ton of money, like, um, like Dally." Two-Bit claps loudly with booming laughter.

"Pfft! Come on! We all know what you really want." He chuckles at me. "Well, maybe not all of us."

"What are you on about, Two?" I question.

"I'm sayin'," he gestures, "what he really wants is for- hEy!"

Johnny hurriedly shoves his hand in front of Two-Bit's mouth, making his voice come out all muffled as Two-Bit struggles out of his surprisingly firm grip. They're wriggling all over the floor like seaweed in the ocean, acting ridiculous, per usual.

"Ay! Knock it off you two!" Orders Darry from behind the couch, snapping at them like the responsible guardian he is. Two-Bit's reaction to Johnny trampling him is more amused than anything. He pushes the rather thin boy off of him with an easy shove, and both of their hair is messed up by the time they're back in their spots. Johnny's glaring up a storm at him from under his raven bangs.

"Alright, alright, sorry kid," Two-Bit agrees, putting up his hands in surrender. His sly face really says how sorry he is. "It's you diggin' your our own grave then, Johnny."

Johnny's eyes widen to show the black pupils that remind me of puppy-dog eyes so much, and he looks down at his worn-in sneakers, before looking back up and catching my eye. I wanna kick myself for having been laughing, just a tad, at the whole thing. He's flushing like crazy.

"Sorry 'bout all of uh, all that, y/n," says Johnny. I bite back a giggle.

"It's alright, Johnny. Don't worry 'bout it."

It's silent for a second if you don't count Sodapop and Steve's snickering from behind their hands. Darry sighs.

"Alright guys, I think we've had enough for tonight. Let's head off to bed, yea?"

Dally rolls his eyes. "It's not even midnight yet, Curtis. Who are ya, an old lady?" The gang snickers, but Darry isn't having any of it.

"No, Dal, I'm a responsible older brother who wants all of your asses to wake up for school tomorrow without me having to drag you out of bed, that's who."

Dally scoffs and mumbles under his breath quietly while getting up from the couch, and we all relent and start to do the same. "Don't even go to school..." he mumbles.

"Me neither," replies Soda, annoyed. But whatever Dally says, it goes, at least in this house.

The rest of us gather up our stuff, mostly just crushed up cans of pop and candy rappers, cigs, and other stuff like that. I let out a hand to Johnny to where he sits on the ground still. He doesn't notice at first, but when he does, he gives me a small smile and grabs it, hoisting himself up.

"Thanks," he says quietly. I nod in response with a sweet smile.

"Hey," Steve says, breaking through the noise of rustling, tired feet. "How're we supposed to fit everyone? We only got two rooms."

Soda shrugs. "Don't know. We'll make it work, 'always do."

Darry walks around to the hall and opens the closet, pulling out a couple of thick blankets and pillows. "We share, that's how." He nods to the pile. "Take 'em.'

We make a move for the pile, and he continues.

"Soda and Pony can sleep on the couch here, right guys?" He looks over at them and they shoot him a thumbs up. "Good. I can sleep on the recliner here, Two and Steve can get the main bedroom and sort out who's goin' on the floor, Dally and Johnny can figure out some space in the smaller room, and..." he looks around at the rest of us, or, as it really is, just me.

"Well, I'm not really sure how you wanna go about this, y/n, so, uh, it's up to you."

Ah yes, the awkward times when being the only girl gets in the way of me doing normal stuff with the guys. The boys look at me like I'm some two-headed alien, and Two-Bit starts chuckling, perfectly in character.

'I'm sure Johnny wouldn't mind lettin' y/n over here crawl into bed with him, right?" He nudges Johnny's arm, and his ears go red.

"Well, I, uh..."

"Don't be silly," I cut in. "I can just sleep over here on the floor, it's no problem." Johnny shakes his head quickly.

"No, y/n. You don't gotta sleep on the floor, you're just a girl."

I raise my eyebrows at him, and he hesitates. "... What I... what I mean is, we can figure out another way, can't we?"

"Hm, like what?"

"Well," he begins, playing with his fingers. "I could always just sleep at my own place, if it really is-"

"No," most of us cut in. Dallas shoves his shoulder.

"Don't be dumb, Johnny." Dally's tone is softer than it usually is, and I'd be surprised if he was talking to anyone other than Johnny, who he's always had a soft spot for.

"Yea, Johnny," I respond. "Don't be ridiculous. You're sleeping here."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Well," he starts, "then you're not sleeping on the floor."

I don't miss the look Soda and Two-Bit pass to each other from behind Johnny. I huff.

"There's no other way, alright? It's fine-"

"No y/n, you-"

"Shut up, the both of you, will ya?" Asks Dally. He takes the last cigarette of the night out of his mouth, and I have the urge to cough. Smoking's never been my thing.

"I can sleep on the floor out here, and you two can sleep together alone in the room."

Johnny blinks at him, and I spot the hint of a smirk creeping upon Dally's features. "There, problem solved."

The blinking continues, along with a wolf whistle or two from Two-Bit and co.

'N-no, you don't gotta do that, really," urges Johnny. Dallas isn't listening to any of it. He pats him on the back.

"Don't worry, Johnnykins," he winks. "It's my pleasure."

Two-Bit snorts, and then the hollering starts, with more whistles and hoots and whoops, and other animal-like noises coming from everyone else. Darry sighs.

"Alright you guys, that's enough of torturing Johnny and y/n. Time for bed."

Dally clicks his tongue. "Y'know what? I'm gonna go get some more cigs." He grabs his brown leather jacket and heads out the door before Darry can say much more. With a tip of his head, Dally fades into the night. So much for Darry trying to control Dallas. He snaps his head to the side.

"Nope-" Darry says, looking over at Soda who's walking towards the door too. "Get to bed, Soda. All of you!" He starts clapping his hands together like a school teacher.

"Yea, yea," Two-Bit says tiredly. Then he turns towards me and Johnny grins. "Don't have too much fun in there, alright?"

"Did ya hear what I said, Matthews?!" Darry starts pushing him out of the room and motions us towards the hallway.

"'Night, you two," he says to just the two of us, with something glimmering in his eyes.

I nod. "Night Darry."

Even when we all start heading off to bed, Two-Bit manages to get one last remark in.

"And don't forget to use protection!"

Johnny starts coughing from behind me, at that, breaking out into a choking fit in the middle of the hall. I try and pat his back a bit, but he's still coughing a bit.

"You alright?" I ask shakily. He almost looks green, standing on wobbly legs.

"I," he starts slowly. "I think I just need to use the bathroom for a sec."

He looks at me quickly, stretching the collar of his shirt away from his neck. I shake my head in understanding and move to help him to the bathroom, but he practically jumps.

"I'm, uh, I'm alright. Th-thanks y/n."

He blindly searches for the doorknob leading to the bathroom before wobbling in and shutting the door quickly behind him. Sighing, I turn around, and the guys are all staring and holding back laughs. I give them dirty looks, but they just won't stop.

"You leave him alone, alright!" I tell them. "I don't know what's wrong with of you guys tonight, but if that's what's making Johnny act so sick and all, then you should cut it out. Seriously, I mean, I've never seen Johnny like this before!"

Ponyboy just shrugs. "Well to be fair, you don't notice a couple a' things about Johnny."

I frown. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Soda elbows him in the ribs. "Nothin'," he says through a gritted-toothed smile. Pony recoils and rubs at his side.

"Yeah well, I've been getting a lot of 'nothin's' lately from the lot of you." I tap my foot. "Just tell me what you're hiding."

When I look at them expecting something, Ponyboy's eyes widen, Sodapop and Darry clear their throats, Steve's jaw slacks, and Two-Bit just starts plain chuckling.

"What ... what do ya mean?" Asks Soda. He rubs at the back of his neck.

"I ain't an idiot," I say. "So what aren't you guys telling me? Am I missing something? Did somethin' happen?"

Steve starts laughing and scoffing like I've said something ridiculous. "'Course not. Hell, what could we possibly be hiding?"

"I swear, Steve if you're lying to me right now I-"

"Geez y/n," cuts in Two-Bit. "You're actin' like we're keeping something crazy from you! What could we be hiding? Nothing! Exactly! It ain't ... it ain't like Johnny's in love with ya or anything..." Two-Bit yells, exasperatedly laughing, wiping at his forehead. The rest of the guys turn to him with pure panic in their eyes. Suddenly, everything clicks. I swallow.

"Johnny's ... Johnny's in love with me?"

Their eyes snap to mine in an instant. It's like everything that's gone on between me and Johnny for the past few months playback in my mind. All the blushing, all the teasing from the rest of the guys. How could I have not realized it?

"How couldn't I have caught on?" I ask, almost yelling. Soda takes a step closer to me with his hands out like he's approaching something dangerous. When his eyes snap to something behind me, the same time as the other boys, I don't even notice, at the moment.

"How could nobody tell me?" I grab my hair, a hand on my forehead. "How could nobody tell me that Johnny's been in love with me?!"

A creaking sound makes its way to my ears, and I finally realize what everyone turned around at so fast.

Johnny's standing in the doorway to the bathroom, his jean jacket, which I assume he'd been holding in his hand, laying on the floor next to him. He's staring at me like I've just killed Pony or something, jaw slacked and eyes wider than I've ever seen 'em before. We make eye contact, and my heart drops low into my chest.

He licks his lips, thinking of something to say.

"Y/n..." he says softly. I don't even know how to respond.

"Johnny..."

Two-Bit sucks in a breath from behind me, and that's when Johnny turns from me to him, glaring at him like he wants to smack him over the head.

"I'm real, real, sorry Johnny, I swear it was an accident, I-"

Two-Bit stops talking when he realizes his rambling's no use. He looks at me for a second, tipping an invisible hat, and scrambling towards the door.

"Good luck!" He shouts. And he's gone, out the door just like that.

The rest of the gang looks over at us too, and then at the door that Two-Bit left from just a second ago. Then they're running outside the house, too, a tangle of limbs trying to escape whatever mess just started in the Curtis living room.

"See ya!" Soda yells over his shoulder, saluting the two of us and jogging away. Steve shrugs and follows, Ponyboy smiles meekly at me and does the same, and Darry, last of all, snaps his fingers at us and leaves too.

Now, it's just me and Johnny. Great.

No love confession I see in the movies ever looks like this. On the big screen, everyone starts trying to kiss each other and usually, the girl even sheds some tears. Right now, though, Johnny can't even lift his head to look at me, and we're both too scared to say anything. Real romantic, if you ask me.

I let out a puff of air from my lips. Nothing breaks the heavy silence. Not until Johnny clears his throat and looks up at me, starting to say something, but it's like the words die on his lips. I take a breath in.

"Johnny I-"

"Y/n-"

We both start speaking at the same time. I stop, and so does he, and then we're both chuckling under our breaths. The laughter makes this a little bit easier.

"Y/n..." he starts again, taking a sudden interest in his shoes. "I know how crappy this looks right now, alright? Sorry if I embarrassed you in front of the guys-

"Johnny stop-," I try to interrupt, but he puts up a hand determinedly.

"No, y/n. Let me just say this, okay? You don't gotta say anything, y/n. I already know what you're thinking and it's okay if you just think of me as some kid brother but I... I really need to just get all this off my chest 'cause it's been killing me, okay?"

He looks at me, waiting for an answer. I nod, and he takes a breath in.

"Okay well um..."

He pauses, shoves his hands in his pockets, and then sighs outwardly at himself.

"I can't think of a good way to say this, so here it goes. Y/n, I've ... I really like you. Yea ... I really, really, like you. I like everything about you. Your smile, your hair, you..., yea, just, you. And um, well, I've probably went and screwed up everything between us and our relationship and all, not that we're in a relationship, you know, but uh ... yeah, I uhm... yeah. I really like you and I just can't hold it in anymore.

"The guys only caught on a few weeks ago and it's been killing me that I couldn't tell you, but I just wasn't ready. Hell, I'm not even ready now. I don't know what the hell I've been talkin' about to you for the past minute and, shit, I really love you for not making fun of me- uh... not that I love you. I don't love you, wait, yea I do. Wait! Stop it, golly, I'm so-"

He stops. Well, he stopped cause I kissed him on the cheek, completely out of character for me. But I couldn't help it. He was rambling ... a lot. A blushing mess and everything with his fiddling fingers, I just couldn't help it. Johnny, yes, Johnny Cade, is damn adorable.

I have to stand up on my toes just to reach his cheek, but, I find, I really don't mind it. His puppy dog eyes go into shock when I pull away, and I have the urge to just wrap my arms around him right then and there.

He touches the spot where I laid a kiss on his cheek and looks down at his fingers as if something would be there. Then he looks down at me, the corner of his lips quirking upwards. I shrink into myself a little.

"Sorry, um, I don't know what got into me."

He laughs, calmer than I've seen him all night, but then he tenses up again and chews on his bottom lip.

"... Y/n?" he asks me.

"Yea Johnny?"

He shifts from foot to foot. On an impulse, I take his hand in mine. Surprisingly, he seems to calm down from it. He clears his throat and continues.

"You, uh, you wanted Two-Bit to tell you what my one wish would be, right?"

I laugh a little. That seems like it happened over an hour ago when it's really only been a handful of minutes.

"Yea, I guess, but it don't matter that much Johnny, trust me it's-"

"No-, just ... can I show you?"

I'm a little surprised by that.

"Show me?"

Johnny stammers a tad.

"Uh ... yea."

Looking up into his eyes, I notice that our hands are lightly clasping each other's. His eyes are like a pool of black, like the night sky. No wonder he likes looking at the stars with Pony so much. I grin softly.

"Sure Johnny. I'd like that."

He sighs a bit in relief and looks down at our hands, and then back at me. Leaning in ever so slowly, it seems like time slows for a few seconds, as he's nearing me, and then he stops. Our faces are so close, I can feel the soft, raven locks of hair on his forehead brushing the top of my head.

I give his hand a squeeze in reassurance and close the distance for him, pulling him in by his collar with more confidence than I've ever felt before. With parted lips, both of ours meet.

They move in a soft dance, back and forth. The kiss with him is gentle and sweet, the kind of kiss you'd expect from Johnny, without the awkwardness of it all. After a few seconds, he's the one pulling me in, lightly putting his hands on my waist.

My hands tangle in his hair, and it feels like I could get lost in this moment forever. I almost do. I almost do, that is, until I hear a dreadingly familiar whooping and hollering from outside.

Jonny and I pull apart quickly, snapping our heads towards the window where, of course, the gang is all spread out, clapping and yelling with their hands to their mouths. They notice us looking, and yell even louder.

"Get some, Johnny!" comes the muffled voice of Two-Bit from outside the window. Having forgotten the fact that Johnny's supposed to be mad at him for spilling his secret, he's shooting overexcited thumbs-up at him.

Sodapop winks my way. "Atta girl," he says with a smirk. Now, I'm the blushing mess, a pile of mush in Johnny's arms. He's blushing madly too, like always, but this time, I have the pleasure of knowing why. Boy, this is a weird feeling.

The rest of the gang keeps clapping and cheering, and even Pony's laughing at me during some of the fun. He's always had a soft spot for making me embarrassed at times like these. This time, though, as I'm staring up at Johnny and his adorably bashful face, I don't think I mind.

A slam comes from the backdoor, shocking me and Johnny out of our momentary trances. And, perfectly on time, here comes Dallas Winston.

"Got the cigs," he nods curtly. When he sees how close Jonny and I are standing, he stops in his tracks.

"Woah..." he says. Then he notices the screeching laughter of the gang out front and the embarrassingly noticeable reenactment of me and Johnny's kiss that Two-Bit seems to be doing on the lawn.

His head snaps to us, quicker than I've ever seen it. Concerned, Dally?

He rubs his slack-jaw with his hand.

"What the hell did I miss?"

[satrs]

Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°3

"ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT?",

Shidou asked the woman on the other side of the phone, earning an unsure hum from her. "I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to stitch anyone up tonight", she stated, a soft laugh erupting from the man on the other end. "No, no. I clearly won't fight tonight. But I'm feeling better than yesterday. I went to the doc' and he said the wound was stitched up well. Thanks for that, Angel." She told him that it was no big deal, even though it kind of was.

"Sooo, I thought as a 'Thank you' I invite you to a 'kinda-date'. Whatcha think?" Y/N's face shifted into a grimace, not understanding what he meant by 'kinda-date'. "I mean, we go back to blue lock together, since I got some shit to deal with, but we could still have some fun, you know?", he explained, her now understanding what he was getting at. "Blue lock? Is that the name of the underground boxing stuff?", she questioned, Shidou giving her a 'yes' as an answer.

But was it really alright to go with that man? Half of her says no, since she just meet him recently, but the other half want to. Because if she was being honest, when was the last time she really enjoyed herself or had fun?  But going without Sae? He wouldn't be happy to hear that.

But why does she care about his opinion so much? It's not like he is her parent. She is a grown woman and can do whatever the hell she wants.

So, she decided to tag along with him. They agreed to meet at her place, since Shidou already knew where it was, he told her he would pick her up the same day at 11 o'clock.

20 minutes before 11, Shidou already waited in front of Y/N's apartment complex, leaning against his expensive Mercedes-Benz car, impatiently waiting for her to come out of her apartment. HE knew that he was there a bit too early, but he couldn't help himself. The man looked forward to seeing her again the entire day, longing to examine her features. Her beautiful plump lips, that tempted him to attack them with his own, while caressing her flawless body. His fingertips tingled, craving to trace over every single imperfect perfection of her body.

"Hey", he snapped out of his thoughts, eyes shooting up to look for the source of the voice, getting met with the young woman herself. Jumping out of joy in his head, he grinned at her, greeting her back and inspecting her beauty.

She looked lovely. Her hair looking flawless, and her outfit causing him to stare longer than he intended to. To stop himself to not look like a creep, he assisted her into the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat himself.

Once he started to park out backwards, he placed his hand at the edge of Y/N's seat, turning his head to the back and also getting closer to the young woman, revealing a golden necklace around his neck in the process. His pink orbs carefully observing the area, so he could safely park out.

Y/N couldn't help herself to momentarily stare at the veins on his delicate neck, quickly averting her eyes back onto the road. Not long after driving, she noticed her phone ringing in her bag, pulling it out to inspect the caller ID.

Sae

Fuck. She can't possibly pick up now, fearing that the situation would be quite awkward. Declining his call, she quickly typed out a message to him.

Wsp? I'm busy rn.

Seeing the three dots appear at the bottom of her screen, she waited for his answer.

Nothing. Just wanted to check up on you.

She couldn't help but smile to herself at that, shoving her phone back into her bag, now trying to stir up a conversation with Shidou. "So, what do you need to do at 'Blue Lock'?"

"Since I can't fight tonight, I gotta come up with a replacement, or you lil' buddy Sae will end me", he truthfully answered, getting an understanding nod from the woman in return.

"It's still crazy that you got stabbed right there. Something worse could've happened", she stated, Shidou sparing her a cocky glance. "No need to worry about me, ma. We're all used to this. Pussy's like that guy always come up with some foul shit. But he didn't get off the hook easily anyway, I heard he's knocked out since yesterday."

"Damn." Y/N didn't know what else to say, so she tried to lead the conversation into another direction again. "And is it really alright for you to drive with that arm? I think you shouldn't overdo it."

"Already told you, it's alright, since I got myself a sexy nurse to fix it up." She giggled at his answer, gazing out the window again and seeing the now familiar strip club come into view. Still curious about the building choice, she questioned the handsome male about it, hoping he might know more.

He told her that the owner of the club, Mikage Reo, who owned various clubs, bars, and similar facilities around the country came up with the whole idea of a boxing establishment, but since the idea of boxing he was hoping to make reality wasn't exactly what would fall under the umbrella of legal - he made it as secluded and inconspicuous as possible, which led to it taking place under this club.

At the mention of the name Mikage, Y/N's ears peaked up. Mikage was a well known surname around the country - one of the richest - if not the richest person  in the country, swimming in an unbelievable amount of money. So it seemed that this name was not only well known at the 'normal' parts of town but also the underground.

"Mikage? Is he there too?" She was curious, if not excited. Meeting such a rich man was no common experience, maybe she could ask for an autograph - or some money?

"Depends, if 'the Treasure' is on the ring, like today then most likely yes, other than that, he barely shows himself down there. Maybe because he's creeping around upstairs, who knows?", Shidou snickered.

"'The Treasure'? What kind of corny nickname is that?", she asked. " 'The Treasure of Blue Lock', actually, he was the first in the ring, and a good fighter overall, I can't lie. Anytime he's on, the show is always hellaaaa' crazy. That guy's moves are somethin', he'd be a pain in the ass to fight against", Sae admitted, face covering in an unpleased expression.

Parking near the club, Shidou stepped out, aiding Y/N for help like he did before. His arm swung around her shoulder, "Don't go runnin' off anywhere, alright?", he told her, holding her close to himself in a protective manner.

                                                ════ ⋆★⋆ ════

Entering the place of action again and Y/N basking in Shidou's safe hold, the atmosphere of the room was as cheerful as she had in memory, even spotting some faces she saw the other day, but also new ones.

"Thank God, he showed up", Shidou exhaled in a manner of relief, guiding the two of you to the man who would replace him for the night.

He was tall - well his hair at least, styled up even higher than Shidou's, making him stand out instantly, if not also because of his exaggerating designed jacket, which had a big lion imprinted on one side of it.

His crimson eyes offering anyone near him an intimidating stare, casting off his dominance to everyone around him.

Noticing someone approaching him, he shifted his attention to the two unknown figures. "Yo, King!", Shidou greeted him, earning an irritated grunt from the man. "Why did you take so damn long, antenna head?", his deep voice, straddling the young female.

"And fuck you taking a stripper with you for? You should-", "I'm not no damn stripper, you gorilla", she cut through his words, freeing herself from shidou's hold to stare at the man in front of them, causing him to raise a brow at her bold demeanor. Before he could spit an insult right back, Shidou cut through the tension. "Alllright. C'mon, let's see who you're up against, then get ready."

Barou gave Y/N a dissatisfied look, compiling to Shidou's words. "I already checked, since you took so damn long to get here", Barou said, nodding his chin somewhere into the room,  curiosity reflecting in Shidou's eyes.

"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!", a loud voice and confident echoed through the room, causing everyone in it to turn their attention towards the source. A neatly dressed man with purple eyes and matching shoulder-length hair spoke into the microphone in his hand, a handsome smile plastered on his face. He screamed billionaire.

"I am pleased to announce today's first, and most exciting, match! Today's main actors will be Barou Shoei, the current 'King'! Versus Nagi seishiro, 'Blue Lock's Treasure!" the people cheered and screamed, apparently very pleased with the announced fighters. "You got one hour to place your bets right now at the very front of the entrance! Feel free to go all out!", the purple haired male exclaimed.

Y/N realized who this man was at the very moment she laid eyes on him, suspicions only being proved right by his mention of 'the Treasure' being here. "That's the guy I told you about. Mikage Reo", Shidou leaned near your ear, explaining. "Mr. Monopoly ass", Barou spat out, causing Y/N to let out a giggle.

"Well ain't I got luck!", Shidou exclaimed, clearly happy he doesn't have to deal with the man named Nagi Seishiro. Shidou let out a loud laugh, slapping Barou on the back. Barou's forehead showed visible veins, due to being pissed off from Shidou's action.

Shidou tried to calm down after his long laugh ordeal, speaking up to Barou,

"You're fucked, bro!"

                                                ════ ⋆★⋆ ════

[takeustothelakes]

all’s fair in love and war.

this is a jeyna ww2 oneshot, but there are some warnings!

this is inspired by hacksaw ridge, saving private ryan, and all quiet on the western front. this will be graphic. read carefully.

꧁⍟꧂

His ears keep ringing. Everything looks hazy.

Someone shakes him. “Grace!”

Slowly, he turns his head. It’s Jackson. “Grace, we gotta move!”

 Jason nods, his body shaking. “What was that?”

“Grenade.” Valdez wipes stray blood off his face. It doesn’t look like it’s his. “Practically right next to you. Fletcher took the hit, we're down a medic now.”

He looks over and he wishes he hadn’t.

Fletcher is a few feet away, one of his arms further. His head is nearly completely off his shoulders, only staying on by the few muscles that aren’t spread around him.

Jason vomits on his body.

“Damn, Grace, what’d that boy do to you?” Valdez chuckles.

“Valdez,” Zhang chides. 

“What? He just vomited on his body!”

“Hey, listen up!” Jackson shouts. Every man on the sand turns to him, regardless of rank. “We have to move or we’re dead!”

“We’re already dead, sir!” Stoll 2 calls.

“Not on my watch. On my signal, we move to that rock formation, you hear me? Grab any spare rifles and as much ammo as you can get! Grab everything you think you need from a nearby body!”

Jason scrambles to move, grabbing spare bandages from Fletcher’s body, morphine too. Checking his ammunition level, he curses. He spins around and spots three magazines. Jason snatches them and stuff them in his vest. 

“Someone get Fletcher’s dog tags,” he orders. 

“On my signal!” Jackson repeats. 

Everything is quiet, except for the sounds of gunfire, men falling on the ground, and screams. Awful, awful screams. 

“Now!” he shrieks. 

Jason jumps up, running as fast as he can. Valdez sprints in front of him, his bags jumping wildly on his back, tip of his gun brushing the ground. “Valdez, pick up the-”

Pain shoots through Jason’s left leg and he collapses to the sand with a broken gasp. Blood trickles down his leg, sinking into his socks. He stares at the wound, the way the blood is pouring out of it, the small glimpses of muscle. He pats the back of his leg, hissing at the contact. 

No exit wound. Fuck.

Jason grits his teeth and stands up, limping to the rock formation. He drops to the ground and throws his head back, the pain making his face contort.

“Medic!” Zhang yells. “Medic!”

Someone rushes over and kneels next to Jason. He tightens the strap over Jason’s thigh, stopping the blood flow. 

“No exit,” he pants. 

“Shit,” Solace mutters. “Hey, I’m gonna give you some morphine, sulfa and a bandage. That’s all I can do.”

“Do it, come on.”

Solace takes out a small bottle of morphine, yanking the cap off. He jabs in Jason’s thigh, holding it there for a second before letting up. He rips open a bag of sulfa, pouring it on the bullet wound. He pulls some bandages from his bag and wraps them around Jason’s leg, the blood already seeping through. 

“Jackson,” Solace snaps. 

Jackson looks over. “Fuck, Grace. Will?”

“Shot in the leg, no exit. Bullet still in there, you gotta help him move until the battle dies down for a bit so I can help him.”

Jackson nods and pats Jason’s shoulder. “You and me, buddy, come on, we’re making it over the ridge.”

“Yeah, I got too. My fiancée is waiting for me.”

“Oh yeah?” Valdez says. “What’s she like?”

Reyna is… “Everything. She’s everything.”

“We’ll get you home to her,” Zhang promises. “You’ll marry her.”

Jason chuckles. “I better, or she’ll kill me herself.”

The boys laugh and Solace leaves to tend to the person whose intestines are hanging out.

“Alright, boys, over the ridge and we hold that damn thing with everything we got,” Jackson says. 

Jackson puts his arm over Jason’s shoulders and heaves him up with a grunt. “We got it, Grace, you’ll see her again.”

They stumble into what might as well be no-man’s-land, tripping over torn off limbs and forgotten guns. 

Bullets spray around them and Jason whimpers when one catches his shoulder. 

“Damn it, Grace, come on!” Jackson pulls him along harder. 

Another bullet finds its way to Jason’s heart, making him slip from Jackson’s hold. 

“Fuck,” he wheezes. “Jackson, you gotta- give the tags to her, to Reyna.”

“I will,” Jackson promises. “I’ll do it.”

“Tell her I’ll see her in that dress.”

“I will.”

Jason hits Jackson’s chest. “Find her, promise.”

“I do.”

Jason’s hand falls onto the ground as he stares in Jackson’s green eyes. He sees Reyna in the reflection. smiling at him from the altar.

It’s the last thing he does.

[cool-person-yey]

Hey folks, so I was a bit bored and thought I'd be cool to take some notes of my thoughts while I was watching the first episode of tmagp

Most of them are nonsense but that's the way I think so

obviously, there will be spoilers for the new tmagp episode ( I'm tagging it tmagp spoilers ofc) so I'd you didn't watch it, go watch it now cmon man

welp, here they are

TMAGP SHOW NOTES!!!11!;1

• Oh dang 44 minutes ???

• ohhhh ominous music :)))

• HI ALEX

• HOLY SHITTT

• RUSTY QUILL PRESENTS THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL LETS FUCKIN GO

•* printer not functioning noises*

• not even 5 minutes in and I'm already recognizing some voices

• Alice <<<333

•BONES ARE A BIG LIE MADE BY MILK TO KEEP YOU BUYING IT that's what I've saying

• I also function on coffee and spite. and social media drama. as a treat.

• sorry mate you deserve to be booed

• " or they finally kill me " oh boy

• ooooohhhh Gwen!!!!

• " I'm your cool sister, Gwen's your uncool sister, Lena's the emotionally distant mother, Teddy is the uncle that just got another job and Collin's the grumpy IT manager" just. this. idk. just

•Alice is funny and I'll die on this hill thank you

• not the nepotism

• the spooky tape recorders already started or is teddy just forgetful??? hmmmm

• mold you like clay

• Alice is my favorite character actually

• Windows 95? oh wait no

• "what does it do?" "crashes mostly"

• " is that legal?" " probably. We do work for the government. sorta"

• finally a filing system that's a least a bit understandable(???)

• " The coolest person *left* in London" the hell you did to the rest of them Alice? 🤨

•wait what

• smashing it with a hammer would fix a lot of problems. supernatural or not.

• Collin is a mood

•Norris, Chester and Augustus huh

• WAIT WHAT

• NEVER HEARING WHO

• WHAT

• CEMETERY???

• THE HELL

• ARTHUR!!!!

• took him away from you??? this is concerning

• oh no,,,,,

• Darla?

• it spoke! using another person's voice— oh no

• discolored skin? mismatched features? oh no

• " some of him:)))" oh no

• shit

• being afraid of someone ( or some parts) of someone you loved. we're starting well

• Yeah there are worse ones buddy

• oh cmon it ain't that bad just put the goddamn word in there

• "you traitor" love me a dramatic queen///

• OHHH SHE'S GOING INTO THE DIRECTOR'S OFFICE ( the equivalent of it in a office job I suppose)

• ohh performance review okay

• look kids, sometimes you gotta deliver a work that's just okay instead of ABSOLUTELY perfect.

• so Gwen's the overachiever, got it.

• she's saying that as if Alice hasn't been shitting on everyone there already lmao

• oh we wish it was that easy

• oh the deja vu

• " what do you actually want" " your job" damn she's bolder than I thought lmao

• I wish I could talk back to people like that

• damn Collin's pissed

• Alice being a menace we love to see it

• " I'm a vegetarian" deadpan

• top 10 awkward conversations

• Collin is the most relatable of them all

• " a bit bleak" is an understatement

• clack clack clack

• you really need to know bro's backstory on his first day?

• is there a bet going on on who has the worst awful backstory to explain being there. that'd be funny I think

• buddy that's the worst place to try getting back to your feet but ok

• MAGNUS INSTITUTE RUINS LETS GO

•" what's the deal with the Magnus Institute" well. see. there's a lot of deals.

• alright? just a semi-normal conversation as of now

• nope

• yea the institute does that to ya

• " a cool vibe " yeah buddy

• "offices like little cells" oh you'd be surprised

• ARCHIVE HE SAID ARCHIVE!!!!!

• oh no the symbols

• strange stains mmnn

• an,,,,, empty box?

• photographic distortion. oh boy. oh boy.

• yea guys don't steal stuff from spooky sightseeing places especially if they could be yknow. cursed.

• are we going to be listening to ppl fighting on the internet rn or

• IMAGE REMOVED??? STAY ABOVE GROUND??? OH NO

• EYES????

• GORE???? OH BOY,,,,

• and the thread was locked. well damn.

• a blast from the past huh

• " is a bad name" " so is Gwendolyn"

• hmm static

• phone

• "you get a job and I got a victim"

• that seems like a reasonable theory tbh

• cleaning toilets actually helps people

• Sam noodle arms confirmed

• " to new beginnings" " with old friends" * clank*

• oh great more little noises

• more noises

• OHHH

• find who???? WHO????

• oh you got to be kidding me

• more ominous music hmmmm

• The Magnus Protocol is a podcast FUCK YEAH IT SURE IS!

Phew, that was a lot. thank you if you read all of this lmao

edit: fixed some misspellings, if there any left please do warn me! my heading's not the best and auto-correct is a bitch (especially if you use two languages lmao)

[halcyon-writings]

so for the chain of command verse, I’m highly intrigued on how supe!reader and homelander would be as parents

two individuals with issues and no therapy? no problem! (jk it is a problem, please get them help and not a child). minor spoilers for the boys s3

warnings for manipulation, toxic relationship (it’s Homelander are we surprised), mention of a pregnancy but no gender for the reader is actually established, more like a what if thing

if I need to tag anything else please let me know.

First off, I feel like there would be a slight difference between a child that is Ryan, who Homelander kinda just sets down in front of the reader and goes “Hey we have a kid.” But a little more excited bc if anything we’ve seen, he could have been a decent dad???? Shit is crazy y’all.

And he’s not like extremely young either, so he can probably notice that while Homelander is more into being a parent, the Reader lowkey leaving the emotional stuff to him. Like they’ll still be around him and all that but bonding between Reader and Ryan (who is also probably just as traumatized now that he lost his actual mother and the father figure he thought of Butcher) is like walking on egg shells.

also the reader is highkey manipulative of John to get him to do things. They’ve got that man wrapped around their fingers so Ryan would probably end up dealing with something similar. But that’s mostly to lord power over John in another way. They’re already getting under his skin in the last post (“Do you think I like being disappointed in you?”). So I can only imagine a child added to everything else is a time.

Now, it the reader from the verse had a child with him, we gotta think abt two things.

One) for simplicity’s sake I’m gonna use John bc autocorrect is being annoying, but anyway- it would take him so long to convince the reader to have a child. Like, think about a kid asking for a dog but it’s a grown ass man who wants to have a baby with someone manipulating him into thinking he couldn’t survive without the billion dollar corporation that was responsible for like all of his issues and then some. (He could, it would be difficult without the money, the influence, etc. But i think it’s posible even tho it might not be great JDKSJD ??) first time, he got shut down so quick and they even laughed at him. Reader is a career person first and foremost, they aren’t gonna have a child that could potentially take them out of commission for who knows how long bc supe babies are way stronger than normal babies so who knows what can happen.

Two) Depending on how long the relationship has developed bc while I haven’t written them out into like fics fully, I have some form of how it happens in mind. we have the first fic in the verse showing that John and the Reader are both powerful, so in no way can John really have influence on them like he does to Vought employees that are terrified of him killing them. And the reader knows what Madeline did and how she died for it so they basically are just “let’s not do that.” And make him think all the choices are his own (when they really aren’t but semantics). Like Reader would probably have to plan smth that would include either acquiring a baby or birthing them if they have the anatomy for it (idk I didn’t get that far in deciding if reader had a gender LMAO). Bc again, John is a very. volatile. piece in a big puzzle. So they really would have done it if there was some benefit in some way.

All in all, if John had more therapy and Reader was not themselves, maybe they’d be an alright family? Alright is a term that’s a bit of a stretch.

But in terms of canon, do not let them have a kid djksjdks

[mamirhodessxox]

Him & I pt 1

Austin Butler & FemSinger!Reader

warnings; Fluff in the beginning , Angst, Sad shit.

Feelings couldn’t express the amount of excitement I felt as a singer. It was all I could ever dream of as a little girl and here I was at an MTV Interview with my band that was named Saturn’s sun talking about our lives and our newest album ‘Big Dreams Little World.’ I didn’t realize I zoned until my band mate Cassidy tapped my shoulder before I was about to get asked something “Now Y/N the fans wanna know.. Do you have a celebrity crush on anyone?” I smiled shaking my head “No not reall-” My band members roared with laughter as one of them Jared spoke up “Yes she does she recently saw that new Elvis movie and since then she has NOT shut up about Austin Butler” Cassidy chuckled as she fixed her hair while the interviewer smirked at me “Alright I MIGHT have a small crush on Austin I mean c’mon he’s a literal heart throb and is an AMAZING Actor but I swear to god” I point at the camera making direct eye contact with it before winking playfully “If I see any of you sick nasties make those fan edit’s of Me and Him together I will rain hell upon twitter” I laughed and ran my fingers through my hair “Well thank you guys for doing this interview with me for MTV we strongly appreciate it!” We smiled and thanked our interviewer back before walking out of the studio to go about our daily tasks. What my band didn’t know is that Austin and I have been seeing each other for a bit and we both have been hinting things about one another to any interview we held

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Weeks have gone by since that interview and tonight was the night where me and my band performed in one of the Los Angeles stadiums. By the end of our show Austin suddenly walked on stage with jet black hair Cassidy and Jared were confused but the crowd was screaming and shouting as Austin gripped my waist from behind and turned my head kissing me finally announcing to the public that we were together so Cassidy grabbed a microphone “Never in my life did i expect to see my Band member/ Bestfriend slip tongue with her celebrity crush” Austin pulled away laughing and clapping his hands at the joke as I grabbed my Microphone “I’ve been throwing hints everywhere and so has he I thought by now you would’ve suspected something” Jared gasped as he finally realized and pointed at my and looked at the crowd “THAT’S WHY SHE NEVER STOPPED TALKING ABOUT HIM!!!” I laughed hysterically nodding until we played one last song and Austin went backstage watching us until the final end of the night where I ran inside and wrapped my arms around him sharing a very sloppy kiss until he pulled away “You did fucking amazing out there baby doll.” I blushed and ran my fingers through his hair. “Why thank you Mr Butler.” He chuckled as i grabbed my jacket and said my goodbyes to

my band mates Jared and Cassidy before going out to Austin’s car to go home

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Months have gone by and since the concert we were seen as hollywood's IT couple until the press went on the internet posting about how Austin has been seen with Kaia Gerber holding hands last night at a nightclub so I got upset and posted publicly about it “I know I’m not the most perfect person in the world but I know for a fact I’m better than a home wrecking sleazy bitch who is well aware about me AND a cheating man whore while his girlfriend of 8 months works her ass off and losing her vocals to please the public.” I posted the video on my story and it went viral. Austin knew he owed me an explanation once he saw my post that was now everywhere. I was at the studio with Cassidy finishing up on lyrics we were making for a new song we had to release in the next 3 months. “I think we did enough work Y/N I’m gonna head out to Jared’s place you wanna tag along?” I shook my head grabbing my purse “Nah i gotta get some stuff and head home” We hugged and went our separate ways for the night, i finished my grocery shopping and was now at home unpacking foods until I heard a knock on my door “Coming!!” I ran over and opened it seeing Austin whom earned a glare upon my face as I tried shutting the door until he shoved his shoe in to block it “Y/N Let me talk. Please?” I kicked his foot back and shook my head “There's nothing to talk about Austin. Go home to the stuck up rich girl who hasn’t worked for a single thing in her life.”

He sighed and slipped inside my house quickly before I fully shut the door “Y/N It really isn’t what you think. My manager had me do that as a publicity stunt in hopes of us breaking up because he thought you were a risk to my career.” I scoffed shaking my head “So you didn’t fucking think to stand up for yourself Austin? That’s not a fucking excuse you knew I would find out and be in fucking pain” I teared up as he tried pulling me in for a hug but i was throwing a complete hissy fit punching his chest kicking and crying “8 God damn months Austin! And you let it all go to fucking waste for a god damn manager and a stuck up bitch!” I was a hot mess now my body finally gave out while he held me close to his chest “I know Y/N It wasn’t fair but I promise you baby doll I won’t do it again.” He frowned and held up my face to look up at him “You're my only girl got that sweetness?” I shook my head as I was now scared of actually being cheated on “I’m sorry Austin but leave..I don’t want to take any chances” He was now tearing up and shaking his head “Y/N Please don’t do thi-” I gently pushed myself off of him and shoved him out the door locking it and sliding down onto the ground crying into my knees knowing this might be the official end of him & I

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Alone in The Dark

PART 2

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Negan prevents you from committing suicide, and he won't leave your side until he knows you're okay.

[Part 1]

Warning: Mentions of suicide, some strong language.

Everything felt wrong as you laid on your bed, staring absently at the wall. It had probably only been a couple of hours since Negan dragged you away from that ledge, but it felt like an eternity. Before the world went to shit, you used to see movies about this sort of stuff. The main character would attempt suicide and then end up being taken to the hospital. Then it would skip to a few weeks later and they'd be fine. They'd be on their way to recovery. But that's not what it really felt like. At least not for you. You just wanted to disappear. You hated that you were alive right now. And you hated Negan for saving you.

He hadn't left your door since he brought you back here. It was like he was standing guard. It was pathetic really. He claimed to be this big tough dictator, yet here he was, standing outside your room because he was terrified you were going to kill yourself.

You were pulled away from your thoughts when you heard your door creak open. So he'd finally decided to come in then. He didn't say anything as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He simply let out a long sigh.

You weren't going to say anything to him. You were afraid that if you were to open your mouth, you'd just get angry at him. Maybe you should get angry at him. Maybe then he'd kill you himself.

"You alright?" He finally asked.

You didn't answer so he carried on.

"I know it's a stupid thing to ask...but are you?"

"Fuck you." You spat, still refusing to look at him.

He sighed. "I wasn't tryna hurt you ya know? I just...I couldn't let you do that. You gotta know that."

"What do you want?"

"I just wanna make sure you're okay."

"I'd be a lot better if you stopped guarding my damn room."

"You know I can't do that."

You both sat in silence for a while until Negan finally spoke again. "Talk to me, (y/n). You're killin' me here."

"Nothin' to talk about."

"Why didn't you come to me? We coulda worked it out." You could hear his voice breaking a little as he spoke. And you wanted to talk to him, you did. But you couldn't. To be honest, you weren't even really angry at him. You were angry at yourself for being too weak to withstand this world.

"I'm sorry." You finally choked out, turning around to look up at him.

He looked down at you, his eyes glossed over. "You got nothin' to be sorry for. I just wish you'd come to me with this stuff."

You began to cry then. You couldn't help it. Looking at Negan now, you could see how much he cared. And it hurt. You'd give anything to be able to leave this world unnoticed. But here he was, probably one of the only people who cared that much. He was standing guard at your door for god's sake.

"I'm sorry." You said again, sitting up and pressing your hands to your eyes. It was like you'd just been overcome with this intense wave of sadness. And you were drowning in it. You were drowning and you couldn't do anything except cry.

Negan shifted closer to you and pulled you to his chest. And you continued to cry into his shoulder as he held you.

"It's okay." He whispered against your hair, his voice breaking. "You're okay."

You let him hold you as you cried. And although you didn't exactly feel any better, you felt like there might still be a chance for you to continue on. To fight. Negan cared about you, and you couldn't bare to leave him.

"I won't do it again." You mumbled into his jacket as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

"Good."

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@harrysthiccthighss @neganswoman

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| After The Beep ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x female Reader

Rating: E 18+

Tags/warnings: phone sex / guided masturbation, aw he misses you, uh yeah 🙂

a/n: dedicating this one to @saintmurd0ck and @castlesnchurches and all the thirsty Frank stans.

"Hey princess, it's me."

He always said that despite it being obvious it could be no-one else but him.

"I know it's real late and you're sleepin right now... we got a long drive ahead of us," he clicks his tongue, "we're alright, just stoppin' for some gas and snacks and shit and uh, I know I'm gonna be gone for a while this time so I wanted to leave you a lil somethin'." He clears his throat and you settle down in the bed with your mobile cradled to your ear.

"So you've probably just woken up huh? And you've been sleepin' in my shirt ain't ya? Don't lie sweetheart I know it." He laughs to himself at the thought of you trying to deny it and you laugh too, blushing even though he's not here.

"Alright, I know you look smokin' hot in it but you're taking it off sweet stuff, need you naked for me, okay?"

God, it amazed you how much power he had over you as you put the phone on speaker and obediently unbutton and shrug the shirt off and he isn't even there with you, he would be none the wiser if you'd just ignored him.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, can see you lyin' there in bed in my mind... damn, where do I start? Alright. Close your eyes darlin'. Can you feel my lips on your neck 'cos that's where I wanna put them right now, just soft like, kissin' up and down makin' you squirm. Love how it gets ya, love the smell of that shampoo you use, mm, buryin' my nose in your hair baby... breathin' you in, makin' my way down slow."

You can practically feel his words on your heated skin, he's already got you in a chokehold with this.

"Now you're gonna take your hands, run em down from your neck, yeah real slow baby, run em over those pretty tits of yours. Fuck, I'd spend all day givin' them my attention, they fit in my hands so perfect, would run my thumbs over em 'til your nipples are hard princess... they hard now? Yeah, and you know I'd get my mouth on them, jesus you fuckin' love that don't you? Me lickin' an suckin' you like that?"

You're pinching them now, playing along as your breathing is starting to hitch in your throat, rubbing and rolling them in your fingers as you squirm on the bed. He keeps going.

"You feel me makin' my way down your beautiful body hmm? Cos I'm kissin' you all the way down baby. God your skin tastes so good, can't help myself from lickin' down your stomach baby girl. Oh an' I love your curves sweetheart, might not be able to stop myself from bitin' your hip cos y'know I wanna eat you up... mm, but don't rush." God his voice, it's so low he's almost growling, "we're gettin' to that."

bleep. bleep. bleep.

"Ah shit." You hear rustling and the sounds of Frank scrambling about over the phone.

"Hey Red! You got change?"

There's a pause.

"Hurry the fuck up... thanks. Now get the fuck outta here an shut yer bat ears."

You can't help but laugh and then you hear the clink of a whole bunch of coins.

"Sorry sweetheart, where were we... Oh yeah, you run those hands over those hips and the outsides of your thighs, and shit girl you know if I was there I'd flip you over and bite that gorgeous ass too right? Mm, okay, now hitch your knees up for me darlin', that's it. You know I'd kiss all the way up those legs too huh? Think about it baby, you feel my lips on the inside of your ankle? Gonna go real slow, just takin' my time... I know you're ticklish when I get up there but you gotta try stay still f'me. Atta girl."

You're practically shaking as you imagine him there with you, trailing up your inner thigh with that mouth... fuck.

"Spread your legs f'me sweetheart, nice n' wide, good girl."

You do as he says, your core throbbing with need.

"Want you to brush your fingers down over your stomach baby girl, slow, real slow like molasses... yeah, keep goin'."

You shiver as the tips of your fingers travelling downwards raise goosebumps all over your heated skin. Fuck, Frank...

You keep going as he says, finally reaching the soft hairs of your mound, and down further, sliding between the slick lips of your pussy with a shaky exhale.

"I'm bettin' you're wet gorgeous, aw yeah, I know you. I'd put money on that you were drippin' as soon as I told ya to get naked huh?"

He did know you.

"I'll quit teasin', you can touch yourself sweetness, anywhere but your clit, or inside, not yet."

That's not quitting teasing you think, whimpering as you follow his instructions, god, your fingers are gliding easily over your pussy, dancing so close to where you needed them. So close, but not enough.

You stop as you hear Frank sigh. "Damn it's hard bein' away from you for so long,"

No shit Castle.

"Sorry baby, don't wanna leave you hangin'. Alright you can touch now sweetie, I know you won't need much..."

God he's right. You rub your clit in frantic circles, soft moans slip past your lips, your other hand diving lower to thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You hear him ramming more coins into the payphone.

"You making noises yet baby? Fuck I reckon you are by now, get nice n loud for me sweetheart, you know how I feel when you're makin' those sounds."

You whine and pant, fucking yourself with your fingers and imagining it was him touching you, him putting this roiling of butterflies in your belly.

"Baby I know you're almost there, c'mon an cum for me." he says and just like that you moan his name into your pillow where you can pick up the last remnants of his scent as the tension breaks. You writhe and cry out loud and long like he wants as you cum so hard, squeezing around your fingers, hips lifting off the mattress, and gasping as you slow down and stop when it becomes too much for you.

"That's a good girl, so good for me. Now I gotta spend four more hours in the van with Red and a hard-on like steel pipe but god damn, it's worth it to make you feel nice baby."

There's a beat of silence and all you can think about is how much you love him.

"Alright, I'll seeya sweetheart. Bye."

The call ends.

Hi! If you enjoy my fics please consider reblogging, it means that others get to enjoy them too! I also love to hear if there's anything in particular you liked, please comment! Thank you so much for reading 💕

[tau1tvec]

your last anon got me thinking. notes absolutely matter so how do some people get 800 notes for one pic that was just taken in cas or smth? because it gets reblogged by big bloggers theres only like a few but they could post their sims thumb and everyone reblogs it. we participate in the culture you were talking about with anon if that makes any sense.

I reread the ask, and there wasn't a single mention of notes in there, unless you're referring to another ask, but like, lemme be 110% blunt here... bc I've always found this kinda fascinating when I see other ppl bring it up.

Ppl like pretty, cute and cool shit. Like have you seen how humans react when a kitten meows, they fucking lose their minds, if the sims in the cas pics got 800 notes, it's probably bc they're pretty, cute, or cool looking. Now are there times that society tends to skew what we find pretty, cute or cool looking that could be detrimental to others, yeah, but I'll admit it, I too enjoy an occasional sim with big goobery eyes, and a colorful outfit, it reminds of Animal Crossing, and I like Animal Crossing.

Followers. Some accounts got a lotta them, that means a lot more people will see their content, which means a lot more people will probably like it too. Though seeing as this is tumblr, and bots and lurker accounts are a thing, there will likely still be an offset in follower count to note count. I've got about 3,000 rn, and I average about 50-100 notes without reblogs, but can pull more of it does get reblogged.

Friends. Believe it or not, interacting with other humans will draw other humans to interact with you and your content, that's kind of a given, although if you don't want to do all that, you could always just learn to make really bomb ass CC, and let that draw followers in to look at your non-cc content, but I'm gonna be honest, even that isn't guaranteed. I've seen plenty of cc creators post about how they feel people only interact with their cc posts, and never their other stuff.

Social Media is a slot machine. Really when it comes down to it, it's luck, posting the right thing at the right time, yet never knowing when that'll be, this is also why ppl do time-zone reblogs. I ran a side-blog that was just my other gaming content, and it was like crickets for years, until Until Dawn was released, and I just happened to jump at buying it that day. I was posting content for it as it was at the height of its popularity. This meant more eyes scrolling the tags, which meant more thumbs to possibly like my posts. Timing and patience is so important on social media, especially when you're throwing content into a void. There were a lotta ppl getting hella notes when the infants dropped, bc it was this huge thing a lot of ppl were excited for, even ppl who don't consider themselves a simblr... but the hype only lasts so long, esp these days, and you've probably noticed lately things have kinda slowed down for a lotta ppl, but that's alright, the real ones always stick around, let's take a moment to appreciate them.

Sometimes you just gotta hype up your own shit. Idk, I learned this from a YouTuber, so take it with a grain of salt, but when they began actively reminding ppl to like, and subscribe, and began hyping up their upcoming content and streams, it helped engagement a lot. Ppl are drawn to positive ppl, it's just more fun for everyone.

This shit isn't magic, there's always a pretty logical reason why these posts get hella notes whether you agree with why or not, just like how there are posts that don't get hella notes that absolutely deserve more, whether you agree with why or not.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Moments - Part 2 - Eddie's P.O.V at the café (Set in 2020)

Tags: @piratewithvigor@tantamount-treason@thedollmaker16@janetreader

This takes place when Eddie meets Kirby at the café in part 1

Also, Kirby is still Orange. Italics are inner thoughts.

Eddie's P.O.V:

"I… Mox said I should apologise for pissing you off earlier." Eddie mutters, it's a lie but he has the confidence to act like it isn't.

"Apology is not required. I'm busy." Kirby grumbles, her eyes fixed on her laptop.

"Then…" He tries to think up a good reason to stay in the café, "lemme buy you lunch to say sorry and to avoid me gaining an enemy."

"Sure, you can sit with me too, just don't annoy me further, Mister?"

Oh, she doesn't know my name, "Eddie. Kingston. You don't have to bother with any formalities or fancy words."

"Alright then, Eddie, no gimmicks as we're in public, right?"

No gimmicks, so you actually want to know me, Eddie Moore, and not Eddie Kingston? Alright then, "I'm Eddie Moore. Friends call me Eddie, Ma calls me Edward and enemies call me Asshole." He gives her a soft smile when she looks at him.

He takes the opportunity to further take in her looks, beautiful, out of my fuckin' league. Sandy blonde hair which ends in an amber ponytail, which she keeps tied low. Thin eyebrows that have definitely been filled in with a brow pencil, but not overdone, and dark blue eyes, blue eyes like pools I could drown myself in. A few small scars on her otherwise perfect nose, perfect for a wrestler, no signs of previous breaks. Her lips look kissable, I could see myself makin' out wit' her for hours. Her pale skin marked with the scars from many years in the ring. I hope she knows how fuckin' pretty she is. He clears his throat and speaks before his brain can make him back out of the situation.

"So, what's ya name? I heard ya friend call ya 'Kirby'."

"I'm Kirby Rhydderch, or to the audience, Kirby Lucifarian."

Oh Jeez, that's a very hard surname to say, how do you pronounce that, "Rid…" fuck, don't think out loud, idiot, make small talk, keep her attention, "where ya from?"

"Llanfaethlu, Anglesey… Wales."

That's why her surname's impossible to say, she's Welsh. Are all Welsh women this pretty? Focus, Eddie, "Oh, you're that Welsh girl that Mox was talking about, the female Andre." Shit, don't tell her that, thanks Jon, gonna get me in trouble with a hot chick, again.

"He calls me that?" From her tone of voice alone, he can tell that the comparison annoys her.

"Better female Andre than female Doink, right?" I'm sorry, don't hate me, hate Jon, he came up with the female Andre thing.

Kirby chuckles softly, shaking her head and looking at him, "Can I get you a coffee or something?"

Oh you can get me somethin' hot stuff, ya number. Focus Eddie! "Nah, I'm buying, whatever you want."

He listens to her order, repeating it in his head as he gets up to buy it for her. after buying her stuff, he tries his hardest not to stare at her, but she's all he can think about.

She's tall, no duh Eddie she's a giant. She's quiet but fuckin' strong, she's a wrestler of course she looks strong. Does she smoke, probably not but Ma would like that about her. Ma would like a lot about her, we can't introduce her to our Motha we don't know if she's even single and I ain't makin' her go anywhere near dad not a pretty girl like that. She's gotta have a boyfriend, or girlfriend it's 2020 she could be gay, God please tell me she likes me.

He grabs the drinks and heads back to the table, trying to maintain his confident front., "No luck on the food, sorry."

"Well, beggars can't be choosers or so they say." She shrugs.

Her mind's drifted somewhere, she's managed to shrink herself down more, I hope I ain't makin' her afraid of me. Wow, she's got a nice sticker collection all over the back of her computer, "That's a lot of stickers."

“I collect them, I travel a lot because as you know wrestling takes you to a lot of places and I need this for work and private stuff so it comes with me and thus it’s gained… personality, for lack of a better explanation.”

"Gotcha," he nods, "it's got a life of it's own, so you add stickers to make it look like it." He smiles softly as he sits across from her.

[deepest-dope]

OCs as Companions - Cave Mann Fallout New Vegas

Basic info:

Race*: Human

Gender*: Male

Affiliation: None but likes the Kings, the Great Khans and the Followers of the Apocalypse

Role: Weird Ex-Raider mom friend or guy who carries a swiss army knife, lighter and first aid kit at all times

Location: Nipton on a cross on first meeting, squatting in the Bison Steve hotel if dismissed but not sent to the lucky 38

Base SPECIAL: S 8 P 1 E 9 C 3 I 8 A 6 L1

Tagged skills: Medicine Survival Unarmed

Perks: Cannibal, Ghastly Scavenger

The Courier will meet Cave at Nipton, angrily screaming and cursing out legionaries, he’s been crucified and you have to cut him down and help him get his weapons out of a stash just outside of town. With a couple speech checks he’ll share some stuff from his stash with you, and with no speech required he’ll help you kill Vulpes and his dogs with his grenade rifle. After that he’s basically ready to go!

Companion Perk: Pack Animal, Cave is used to being the reliable one out of any group he runs with, and he’s more then willing to help you out. Rank 1 you can give him the items needed for any recipe and he’ll make them for you at any campfire. Rank 2 all consumables are 20% stronger while he’s with you. Rank 3 Crafting items while he’s with you will give you extra items. Rank 4 Talking to him with certain dialogue options now let you use him to craft stuff like food, chems, and healing items.

Cornered Animal: If the player has Cannibal or Ghastly Scavenger choosing certain dialogue options will lead him to teach you about “soft spots” on bodies you can attack to bring your opponent down easier when you’re in a hard spot. It’s An Unarmed technique that you can use at low health or when crippled. The attack is rushing forward to bite your enemy’s throat.

Companion Comments:

Use Melee: “Sure, one sec, gotta tape my hands.”/”I can and do hold my own with nothing but hand to hand, if you’re worried about that”

Use Ranged: “Alrighty then just be careful about getting too close to any grenades yeah?”/”Uh should we get your ears checked? I have been blasting them.”

Open inventory: “Don’t worry man I’m used to being Designated Pack Brahmin”[giving him any chem or sugary thing]”You’re a real sweetheart you know that? wait I CAN have this right?”[giving him fixer, cigarettes or alcohol] “......uh thanks...I’m not ungrateful but... uhh... yknow never mind really thank you”

Overburdened: “Buddy I don’t think I’ve got room in my bag or in my pockets to put anything else in unless you’re suggesting we shove it somewhere sun don’t shine”

Stay close: “What? Cold? I’d give you my coat but all my craps in it”

Keep distance: “Aight, just watch you’re ass so I don’t end up blowing your limbs off on accident”

Be Passive: “I’m gentle as a bighorner lamb”

Be Aggressive: “Kay, stay out of the blast radius if you don’t like gore”

Wait here: “Wait? For how long? HEY! FOR HOW LONG?!?!”

Follow me: “Finally! what were you even doing?!”

Sneaking: “Good old fashioned ambush, alright!”

“Let’s travel together”: “Sure, don’t got anything better to do yet”

“Let’s travel together” (already have a companion): “Not that I’m saying you got bad taste in friends but your pal doesn’t seem like the kinda person I like to take trips with, understand?”

Leaving companion at the Lucky 38: “Wait around in an air conditioned room for an undetermined length of time? Hell yeah, go ahead and take your sweet time coming back for me too”

“I wanted to ask you some questions”: “Bout what?”

“Tell me about yourself”: “I...don’t really LIKE talking about myself though...”[speech check] “Aw fine I guess it couldn’t hurt, I was born in a vault out east but I don’t really remember much from it, got kidnapped age 6 by legion and enslaved, escaped legion slavery with one of the other slaves, had a shit time on the run till we met up with his family who turned out to be Jackals that didn’t like me much, got kicked out by the old man’s son eventually, tooled around for a while until I got arrested, and then escaped with the powder gangers to nipton and now I’m here with you”

“What do you think of the NCR?”: “They act like they’re better then the legion but they aren’t, just called slavery a different name, NCRCF was as much a hellhole as the Slave camp I grew up in”

“What do you think of the Legion?”: “I think they’re a bunch of stupid evil cunts who’ve gotten way too lucky so far and are due for an ass kicking. If I could crush Little Caesar and his roman themed raider gang out of existence I fucking would. I grew up in one of their slave camps and the shit they did to me there isn’t something I can ever forgive”

“What do you think of Mister House?”: “That cunt who kicked the Khans outta Vegas? He needs to get out more, specifically pull his head out of his ass, this ain’t the old world and it won’t ever be, playing dressup with the gangs that bent the knee isn’t making anything better for anyone”

“What do you know about Benny?”: “I think he’s one of the casino owners in New Vegas but thats about it”

“What do you know about the platinum chip?”: “Besides what you’ve told me? Sweet fuck all.”

Death: Before his personal quest “...Finally”/After “No no no no not now not after I-”

Trivia and additional information: Yeah I unfortunately don’t have anything I can even try to draw him with so putting a description of him here: He’s a 5′3 albino dude in raider badlands armor with a real loose trenchcoat over it and a prewar bonnet on his head to keep the sun off, and though it wouldn’t show up in game he has sharp ass teeth, I’m talking double canines here. He has anisocoria which along with the albinism makes him sensitive to light. He also has frequent nosebleeds from a multitude of problems such as being dry as the mojave itself because he does not drink enough water in the desert, eating way too much sugar on the rare occasion he does eat of his own volition, high blood pressure from stress, and the occasional punch to the face when he gets into a fight.

You may have noticed the cannibalism up there and yeah he has eaten people before but it isn’t something he likes doing, he was raised for the latter part of his childhood by a hardcore jackal survivalist though so his opinion is essentially “you gotta eat and if it’s all you have then don’t waste it” he wouldn’t risk kuru if he had any other options but a childhood of malnutrition and food insecurity has given him some impulse control problems to put it politely. If you imply do it because you like eating it you will fail the dialogue that gets him to teach you Cornered Animal. He thinks cook-cook is fucked up in general but is especially insane for cooking people when he has other options.

Cannibalism aside he has some problems with disordered eating and general lack of appetite. He’s so used to barely eating he just hardly ever notices hunger at this point. He also has a somewhat hard time eating regular meat but he can’t really afford to be picky. He tries to remember to keep himself fed to prevent,, unfortunate accidents from happening though hes not too good at it.

He’s an actually damn good cook when he’s cooking for other people though, which is one of the things he used to do for his old gang along with making chems and patching people up when needed. He likes the job too! He loves collecting recipes he can feed other people later, I like to think there’d be a dialogue option to give him your bloatfly slider recipe since the player seems to be the only one who makes those in game and in return he gives you his recipe for desert stirfry. Also stealing Cook-cooks fiends stew recipe in his quest.

Unmarked Quest: Straighten up and Fly Right: Help or hinder Cave’s attempts to quit chems by putting any chems available or fixer and optionally bubblegum into his inventory. The fixer being for withdrawal symptoms and bubblegum to help him build up a new habit to replace chems with.

Personal Quest: Why don’t you do right?

Quest Triggers: Walking into Fiend territory, specifically Driver Nephi and Violet’s areas or taking Three card bounty from Major Dhatri. Cave will initiate dialogue and tell the courier that he has friends in the fiends who joined after he got arrested  and sent to NCRCF and his chapter of the Jackals completely fell apart. He’ll have an extra line asking you to try and spare Nephi and Violet if you took Three card bounty.

Quest Description: He’ll tell you about how for a brief time after the death of the old man the leader of their chapter of the Jackals tried to kill him, causing a split in the gang and ending in Cave briefly becoming leader of it. In this time he met and befriended escaped mormon Nephi and one of the few surviving free hangdog tribe members Violet, allowing them to join his gang, that they weren’t originally fiends and probably only joined after his incarceration for their own safety. He’s sure if you just get them away from cook-cook and motor-runner they’ll be able to recover! (like him if you did his unmarked quest)

You can either let him talk to them both, helping him figure out what to say to convince them to leave the fiends and get help, or talk to them yourself with some high speech or medicine checks, and sending them to either the mormon fort or the great khans depending on how hard you want to press for getting violet to quit chems or Nephi to join a faction. Maybe even get Dhatri to get their bounties taken down.

Violet has the easier speech checks, being quickly convinced to abandon the fiends for her dogs safety, or medicine checks to convince her that psycho is affecting her ability to care for her dogs. The have Cave talk to her dialogue is essentially [Speech 50 Just tell her you care about her dumbass]. She can also be convinced along with Nephi to help you deal with Cook-cook and Motor-runner to still get some rewards off Dhatri. After this you can send her and her dogs to one of 3 locations after talking to one of the leaders, The Thorn to train dogs for Red Lucy, Red Rock Canyon to join the Great Khans, or the old mormon fort with Julie to guard the place.

Nephi is the harder to convince of the two, requiring higher speech checks to convince him of your good intentions. He’s just paranoid as shit about getting sucked into another cult after leaving mormonism. you need high as shit medicine or speech to get him to go to the followers or the great khans, though the check for getting him to help you fight cook-cook and motor-runner is comparatively low. The Cave option is actually easier here as Nephi already trusts him. I imagine you’d need 75 in medicine to convince him to get therapy to you know recover from leaving a cult. It’d take 80 speech to get him to join the Great Khans as you need to convince him its nothing like a cult. The lowest check is probably the one that gets him to go to the Thorn where he’d become champion fighter.

After get them to leave the fiends and optionally help you kill Cook-cook and motor runner after theyre dead you can do some optional things, like if queenie and Motor-runners dogs survive the fights you can also send them to any of the options you sent Violet, her dogs and Nephi to, with dialogue heavily implying you just lead the animals into the fort/camp/underground fighting arena handed the leads to someone and left without explaining anything.

Outcomes: Obviously you fail the quest if you kill either violet or nephi and lose Cave as a follower but if you got them to leave the fiends and go somewhere else they’ll be where you sent them, wearing wastelend wanderer outfits if in the fort or khan armor in red rock, keeping the fiend outfits if in the thorn. BoneGnash, Ghashbone and Queenie will also be seen in these places if you sent them there.

Endings

He hates basically everything but Independent Vegas lol. I’ve been writing all day so just going to give short summaries instead of trying to write anything that sounds like it could be read aloud by Ron Pearlman

NCR endings: If you don’t help him quit chems or do his personal quest and kill his friends he gets deeper into chems before eventually committing suicide by NCR soldiers. If you help him with his chem problem but don’t do his personal quest or kill Nephi and Violet he dies getting shot down trying to convince them to leave the fiends. If you do both his unmarked and personal quests and sent them to the followers he ends up joining them and getting an actual practicing medical license before getting arrested along with Nephi and Violet when the Followers are pushed out of Vegas. If Nephi and Violet joined the Khans he goes with them to Idaho. For the Thorn they just stay there laying low, fighting in matches waiting for the NCR to find them.

Caesar’s Legion endings: No matter what you did for him before he tries to kill you if you let the Legion take vegas

House endings: If you don’t do either of his quests he joins the fiends attack on Camp Mccarran and dies fighting a securitron. If you help him but not his friends he goes to Freeside after they die to securitrons alongside the Kings. If you help him and his friends out and sent them to the fort he becomes a legit doctor and doesn’t get arrested by the NCR though he isn’t quite happy under House’s rule. If with the Great Khans he either goes with them for their last stand at the Dam or follows them to Wyoming, living a decently happy life where he doesn’t have to deal with house running things. In the Thorn he becomes a Champion fighter alongside Nephi eventually taking over with Violet when she expresses dissatisfaction with how Red Lucy treats her dogs

Independent Vegas: Doing neither of his quests causes him to follow Violet and Nephi there taking over the camp even if Motor-runner is dead, becoming their designated chem guy before eventually dieing of an overdose. If he successfully quits chems but his personal quest isn’t done he ends up joining the Kings, spending most of his free time outside of that trying to get Violet and Nephi to come to freeside to. Both quests complete and his friends are at the Thorn you get the same ending as House basically. If they’re with the followers he ends up dragging Nephi and Violet through a crash course on medicine and getting them to help the Followers with him and is unbothered by the influx of patients mostly happy neither the NCR or Legion won. He still leaves with the Khans if thats where Nephi and Violet are.

[sleepsonfutons]

Trope Game

Oooh thanks for the tag @mentallyinvernation!

Gonna go on and do this before it falls out of my squirrel brain lol. I'll go in for most any fic regardless of trope if it sounds interesting and fits the mood I'm in honestly, but I reckon there are some I prefer over others 🤔

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don't care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: +2-3

Depends on the fic, but I've gotten sold on it in the Dreamling and Witcher fandoms by nature of the canonical ages of characters. In human au's though, if it ever involves an age gap with a minor that's a straight-up nope for me

Codependency: 0

It's not gonna turn me off from a fic cuz I don't mind a lil bit of that seasoning in my fic but I've got personal history with those dynamics so gotta be in the right mood for it and not gonna go looking for it

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +50

BRUH in my fic I am pure *grabby hands* for this shit!! They can't get enough of each other? Brilliant. They'll never give up looking/waiting for the other? Ded! You dare look at/come onto their partner?! Perfection!

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +♾️

something something opposites attract something! Legit, the whole world looking at them like "these two shouldn't go together" but they make each other the absolute happiest?!

Better bring a mop and bucket cuz I'm a fucking puddle on the floor 

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +1000

Peak, superb, amazing! No notes

Friends with benefits: +3

Nothing I seek out pointedly, but pair this up with Fake dating/relationship and +100 Delicious!

Sex to feelings: -2

It's fine, I won't NOT read something with this trope but it can take me out of the story a bit cuz it usually reads contrived to me/hits like 'fake news'. Heyo cynicism 😅

BUT if there's legit ANY kind of pre-sex tension between them and it's not just like "cold"/"random"/"no reason" sex to feelings, that's a solid +5. The sex just acts as the cincher to the awakening

Fake dating/relationship: +100

*shoves this trope into my mouth* bruh, like bruhhh! guhhhh some much juicy angst potential I legit can not get enough of!! especially when paired with some other choice tropes? An absolute delight~

Friends to lovers: +5

Depends on the friendship dynamic but usually solid stuff.

Found Family: +10

Finding your people is always a good time

Hurt/Comfort: +10000000

BEAUTIFUL AGONY! Bitter before the sweet! I will never get tired of this shiz

Love Triangle: 0

Not gonna seek it out, not gonna write it off, but to gotta echo @mentallyinvernation on this one:

However, if it's a love triangle that turns poly, I fucking love that shit. Especially if they're all being idiots about it.

Gonna be a solid +10 from me then~

Poly, open relationships: +20

Alright so, amongst others, We Meet Again by round_robin (Witcher) and Beautiful, Strange, and New by @moorishflower (Dreamling) absolutely solidified my undying LOVE of this trope! Just hngggggggg so much love to go around~

Mistaken/hidden identity: +8

Bring on the intrigue!! Def can depend on the setting and context, but usually I'm fully here for this one

Monsterfucking: +♾️

Honestly have yet to come across one of these that I've not been here for

Pregnancy: 0/nope.

SOOOO this one is like playing russian roulette for me on if it hits squick, trigger, or oh yeah...

Give me Improbable Reality (aka can-only-happen-in-fiction, omegaverse, metaphysical/dream) MLM pregnancy as a trope? We're good! Anything remotely close to probable reality? nope nope nope, especially transmasc pregnancy or anything using the w-word that rhymes with "tomb" >.< brains are great >.<

BUT mysterious/magical/accidental baby acquisition can be a hella entertaining trope

Second Chance: +5

I do love me a solid redemption arc

Slowburn: +1000

AHAHAHA MAKE ME SUFFER THE WAIT!!! all that building anticipation and tension? yeah, that's that good stuff

Soulmates: +10

Ooof yes I am a sucker for soulmate au's BUT not all of them are it for me. I'll def be inclined to give a fic a lookie see though if it has this tag~

Hmmmm who to no-pressure tag... @spockandthings @thranduilland @phinofthestorm @beauty-of-nyx @serenailith @lostelfwriting @arialerendeair @landwriter @delta-pavonis @aquabluejay @amielot @teejaystumbles @moorishflower