#I haven't picked out new names for any of them yet lol

[suskz]

Guess who’s back~

hello my lovely angel <3

I was gonna recommend anonymously again but we need the pic.

so. Remember when chan broke us with this:

I was thinking about what if chan, like, handcuffed you to the bed? Being all rough and shit. Yep. I’m ill lol. So I was just wondering if you weren’t too busy if a fic/drabbles on the table? have a good day/night

remember to eat and drink water💕💕💕

Hi sweetie ♡

Need to say that rough sex with Chan has me on my knees 🛐

I’m sorry that it took so long for it to be finished. I rewrote ur ask like 3 times cuz I didn’t like the way it was coming out lol.

Then I found the right idea, but I’m not totally satisfied with how I wrote it in some parts. Still hope you like it!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

tw: smut ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; degradation kink ; praising kink ; choking ; handcuffing ; established relationship ; clit play ; it’s not specified, but there are safe-words between them, anyway reader doesn’t use any of them ; bruises.

When you see them, your eyes cling to the shiny pink metal you just found at the bottom of your boyfriend’s closet.

You take them and you turn them over in your hands, observing them carefully. It’s part of the toys he’s used in the past, just not with you.

Your relationship is quite new, and you haven't really discussed your sexual preferences yet. In fact, you're still discovering them, being new to your first romantic relationship. But the way your heart beats faster, your cheeks flush, and you feel a certain tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach at the images that come to mind at the thought of what he might do with those handcuffs, it leaves you with some questions.

But when you hear his voice calling you, you realize you've paused too long. You place them back in their spot and pick up the light white blanket he asked you to retrieve, which had been covering the heart-shaped handcuffs you've just discovered.

When you return to the living room, he’s putting the movie on TV. After cuddling up on the couch, with him half-lying down and you on top of him, covering yourselves with the blanket, he makes it start.

But you can't focus on it because of your previous discovery. Your desire to try it is so high. You think it's time to try introducing something new into sex, and that could be a good start. The only thing left to do is to ask. If only it were that simple.

"Channie…" his name escapes from your lips before you can rethink.

"Mh?" he directs his attention to you without taking his eyes off the TV.

Only when you raise your head to look at him does he do the same, locking eyes with yours.

"Well..." you say, unsure, "I found a c-couple of handcuffs under this blanket, in your closet," your voice comes out more stuttering than you want it to.

"Oh," he says surprised; he doesn't remember leaving them there, "I must have left them there by mistake, I'll put them back in place another time; thanks for telling me, I guess," he observes you closely, "Is there something wrong?".

"Uh... well," there's a small moment of silence, and finally you find the courage to tell him, "I thought we could try them." you take your eyes away from his, looking down, and you're thankful that there's no light in the room other than the one emitted by the TV because you feel your cheeks and ears start to burn.

The movie is long forgotten, and you expect questions from him, but he simply nods. He places two fingers under your chin and lifts your head so you can look him in the eyes, "Do you want to try now?".

"I mean, if you want to...".

"I want it," he replies immediately, "Now, be a good girl and go to the bedroom to undress while I tidy up here, okay?"

You nod quickly and head to the bedroom. You hear some noise in the living room and figure Chan is rearranging things while waiting for you to be ready for him.

You get rid of your pants and shirt, remaining only in your underwear, since you're not wearing a bra. You wonder if you should also take off your panties, but then you remember how much he enjoys touching you over them and seeing them get wet for him, so you keep them on.

You take the handcuffs from the closet and place them on the bed next to where you sit cross-legged, waiting for him.

And a few minutes later, you hear the door of the room open and you raise your head in his direction.

He pauses for a moment at the door, gazing at you, and his lips curl into a smirk. You feel your cheeks warm slightly as you watch him approach you.

He reaches you on the bed and positions himself over you, making you slide back until you're lying beneath him.

"I told you to undress completely, didn’t I?" he looks into your eyes, and before you can respond, one of his hands firmly grabs your inner thigh and you gasp slightly at the sudden touch, "But I won’t complain." He leans in over you and captures your lips with his.

He kisses you deeply and slowly, exploring your mouth with his tongue and intertwining it with yours. The room would be completely enveloped in silence if not for the subtle slurp of your tongues intertwining and the soft sighs escaping from your lips.

His hand that was on your tigh now begins to go up your body, brushing your core with his thumb in the process, continuing up your stomach and stopping at your breast, which he grasps, making sure to have your nipple between two of his fingers. He brings his two fingers together slightly to pinch it lightly, and the slight moan he elicits from you makes him repeat the action.

He breaks away from the kiss only for a moment; while his thumb teases your nipple, his other hand grips your inner thigh to open your legs further and lower his hips onto yours, pressing gently, which becomes rougher as you resume kissing, making both of you moan and making you feel how hard he is in his pants.

Before pulling away, he bites your lip, and then you look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Your lips are red and swollen from the kiss, and he smiles, looking at you.

Finally, one of his hands reaches your most intimate part, sliding his thumb along it, feeling how wet you’ve made your panties, “Did I get you all worked up without even touching you properly?” he teases you.

You give him a fiery look, “The situation here tells me the same about you.” You reach for the crotch of his pants, grabbing and squeezing it, making him gasp. He returns your gaze and lightly slaps your pussy before lifting his body from yours, still remaining between your legs.

His gaze falls on the handcuffs next to you, and he takes them in his hands, observing them. “You’re just waiting for the moment when I fuck you with these, aren’t you?” he huffs a little chuckle through his nose. “First choking, now these; you like being submissive, huh? Leaving me in control of everything.” there’s a slight edge in his voice that shows how truly turned up he is. Just the fact that you’re trusting him so much, letting him have total control of your body, makes his mind slightly dizzy.

He looks at you and sees the desperation now colouring your features. “Now, face down, ass up”.

You do as you’re told, turning over and raising your ass, and putting your forearms on the bed to keep yourself slightly up so that your face isn’t pressed into the pillow. But without warning, his hands grab your arms and put them behind your back. You feel his hand just above your wrist, and then cold metal touching your skin, and you feel a shiver run through your entire body at the sensation.

His hand tightens its grip on your hip while the thumb of the other presses against your entrance, making your panties even wetter, then he pulls them down to your ankles. He would like to play with you a bit more, but he doesn’t feel that patient right now.

He lowers his pants and boxers just enough to pull out his cock, and you feel arousal coursing through your entire body at the thought of him fucking you with his clothes still on while you’re completely naked underneath him at his mercy.

He grabs the underside of your asscheeks —and beginning of your thighs—, spreading them apart and taking a good look at your hole clenching around nothing; then, one of his hands breaks away from your skin to slide two of his fingers inside, making you whimper.

You move your hips back and forth to the rhythm of his fingers, which is fucking slow, but his other hand tightens harder where it grips your skin, as a warning. And you hope it bruises.

He pulls them out and wipes them on one of your cheeks, and without any warning, he enters you in one swift motion, immediately starting to move without giving you time to settle properly.

“S-slow down—“ you ask him breathlessly, but he doesn’t.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” his breath is heavy, “To be tied up and used the way I like, huh?”. At his words, you clench around his cock, making him moan and grip your hips tightly.

He lowers himself onto you and rests his hands on the bed. Your face is pressed into the pillows as you try to stifle your moans. But it’s difficult with the way his cock moves so skilfully inside you, hitting your weak spots, making it so hard to hold back that you’re breathless and think about asking him to stop for a moment. You’re not usually so shy and never try to hold back your moans, but this time is different, maybe because of the handcuffs? You don’t even know.

But he notices. He stops, slides an arm under your breast, and lifts your body. His other hand grabs the headboard of the bed for balance.

His tongue licks that patch of skin behind your ear where you’re sensitive, “Why aren’t you making yourself heard?” he whispers and starts moving again, “I want to hear how good I make you feel, so don’t you dare hold back again.” it sounds like a threat, but you ignore that as his movements become faster than before, and soon he makes you fall back onto the bed, with half of your face on the pillows but your nose and mouth free, and this time you make yourself heard loud and clear.

“Good girl.” if the nickname didn’t make you moan loudly enough, his hand gripping your nape to choke you and push your head down definitely did.

With every thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of coming and you fucking love this so much.

Suddenly, you feel him stop, and your wrists are freed; but you don’t have time to understand what’s happening or to complain before he pulls his cock out of you and you’re turned onto your back.

He takes your arms and brings them to the headboard of the bed, where he puts the handcuffs back on you, securing them to it.

And then, he looks at you.

He observes your entire body, from your tear-streaked face with saliva-coated lips, to your wet, stretched out pussy, begging to be filled again.

Finally, your brain starts to reason again, and if possible, your cheeks flush an even deeper red. You feel exposed. You want to cover yourself with your arms, and you try, but the metallic noise that comes out reminds you of the situation you’re in. You try to close your legs —as much as you can with him in between them— but his hands roughly grasp your inner thighs, spreading them apart again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hives you a disapproving look, “Why should you hide from me, huh?” He seems annoyed, mad, and you shrink under his judgmental gaze. “I don’t think you deserve my dick inside you again. Maybe I should leave you like this: handcuffed to the bed, naked and needy for the rest of the night. What do you think about that?”.

You feel like crying at his words. He couldn’t really do that, could he?

You shake your head quickly.

“Obviously, a slut like you just wants to be filled with dick all the time,” he takes his cock in hand and slaps the tip against your clit, and as you moan freely, he suppresses the groan that tries to escape his lips. “isn’t that right?”.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he responds coldly, looking down on you.

“Put it in, please.” you beg him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“What if I don’t?”.

You feel tears of frustration forming at the corners of your eyes, “Channie…”

He slaps his tip against your clit again, drags it to your hole, “You’ll cry if I don’t put it in, won’t you? What a crybaby.”, and then he finally pushes it in.

He starts thrusting into you again, a little slower this time, but deeper than before.

Again, you feel the need to grab onto something, anything, but you can’t, and this makes you frustrated.

He places his hand on your stomach and presses, “Feel it” he moans, “feel my cock pushing inside you”. When your mind registers his words and you glance down at his hand, he removes it, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.

This is what makes you both feel close to the edge.

Chan feels he can’t hold out much longer. His hand reaches down where your bodies meet and takes your clit between two fingers, lightly pinching it.

"Are you about to come? Huh? You want to come, don’t you?".

"Please, daddy please." Your eyes are closed and your head thrown back into the pillows, so you don't see the way his face tightens at your words. A loud groan leaves his lips and your walls are painted with white spurts of hot cum. You follow right after him.

You don't realize you've blacked out for a while until you open your eyes and see Chan filling your chest and shoulders with sweet kisses.

He looks at you, and finally his gaze is soft and relaxed, “How was it?” he asks you attentively.

You smile, “Amazing, as always”.

“Good.” He kisses you sweetly on the lips.

Afterward, he takes a warm cloth and cleans you, puts another pair of underwear on you, and one of his shirts simply because he likes to see you wearing his stuff, while he puts on his boxers.

He applies a soothing lotion on your wrists as you talk about how you felt, and finally, he lies down in bed with you, covering both of you with the blanket.

You rest your head on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat relaxes you as he strokes your hair.

“Was I too rough?” he asks, needing to make sure you don’t feel any pain.

“A bit, but I also liked it because of that”.

"I wasn’t too mean, right? Everything was good?" he's sure you would have told him if it was too much for you, but he still feels the need to hear confirmation from you that everything is okay.

“No, everything was perfect, baby, don't worry," you stroke his side.

“Good," he says, feeling more relaxed, "sleep now." he caresses your shoulder.

You already feel your eyes can't stay open any longer, but you still lift your head to give him a goodnight kiss.

And you fall asleep like that, in each other's arms, in the relaxing silence of the night and the sound of your hearts beating for each other.

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[sandy-the-glader]

Hi!! I hope this is okay!! If not, no worries!! 💜💜💜 (I love you lots!)

Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader Where while Adrian is out and about doing his Vigilante work he comes across a bunch of criminals in a warehouse, and after they’re all “taken care of”, he hears someone crying and finds a girl hiding behind a pile of the criminal’s stuff, and she’s handcuffed to something over there, so she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. She’d obviously be completely terrified of Vig, but as we know, he is very good at reading a person and would clearly see that she is innocent, and had been taken by the bad guys. Normally he would just set the innocent girl free and be on his way, having already taken care of the bad guys, however… He had unfortunately taken off his mask right before finding her, and had forgotten to put it back on, so she has seen his face. Panicking, he just picks her up, and takes her to his car with him, driving straight to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying in a terrified Y/n, he himself all panicked, and the team is like “wtf did you do????” “Did you abduct her???” And he’s just like, “No no, I saved her! But then she saw my face… So I guess, yes??”

Lmao it’s honestly a mess, but the team takes care of Y/n’s injuries, apologies for Adrian’s behavior lmao, and lets her stay there until she has recovered, as not only is she hurt, but very scared. After a while of staying with them, she gradually starts warming up to Adrian, him desperately trying to get her not to be afraid of him anymore (for a while there she was terrified of him), and their relationship eventually grows into a more romantic and intimate one🥺🥺🤧

Afraid of Me

*Not my gif*

Character: Adrian Chase x SoftFem!Reader

Type: Fluff and sorta angsty

Length: 5.4K (a bit long)

Summary: Request above <3

Trope: Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow-burn

A/N: LONG A/N!! Sorry this took forever I've been busy with a lot of stuff and I just haven't had any time but I worked on this whenever I could. Btw again I bent the request a little bit (I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted for it and I apologize ) so I hope it’s okay I just made this go over the whole period of time the show does and like more so there's more time for a bond to be built lol

I heard a quick gunshot followed by another. Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I was tied to some random wall in some warehouse, Apparently, I was not supposed to come across two men selling heroin to each other but here I am. They claimed I saw too much, took me, and tied me up. Who even does that?

I just wanted to return to my apartment and read this new book I bought. That's all I had planned for my day anyway. Yet now I was tied to a pole in some wet and cold warehouse with random crates surrounding me. I tugged and tried to break from but it was helpless. I cried and sniffled as I continued to try but there was no avail.

Were those shots from them or someone else? Please god, let someone save me. I had been here for hours and I was scared of what they had planned for me. They already hit me pretty hard over the head which caused a small trail of blood to fall from my temple.

I heard loud and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I braced myself and waited for the figure to come around the crate to where I was. He was wearing a teal suit, with blood covering it. It was Vigilante. Should I be happy or terrified? He's a killer but isn't he supposed to be a hero?

"Fuck oh my god." He gasped slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. He was missing one exceptionally important part of his suit. His mask. That must have been why he was so frantic.

In all honesty, he looked nothing like I always pictured him. He was lanky with glasses and he looked really young. He looked mid-twenties though I had a feeling he was older. He honestly looked nerdy.

"I'm sorry. I really won't tell anyone who you are. I-I mean I don't even know your name." I stammered. He didn't care though because he continued to curse.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This is so not good." he groaned. The man ran a thick hand through his hair while bouncing back and forth. "Umm." He pondered confused about what to do. "Shit, I can't let you go." My eyes widen. He already has saved me why not let me go on my merry way? He took off his glasses and put his mask back on.

He came over to me and examined my situation. He crouched down and started untieing the rope that kept me on the pole but didn't bother with the ones around my hands or feet.

I was about to thank him for his acts but he picked me up and started to carry me out. Oh, he's actually not letting me go.

"What are you doing!?" I panicked. I started wiggling my body in his grasp then he held me tighter. "Where are you taking me? This hurts." He continued to keep walking until we reached his car a couple of feet from the warehouse.

Holding me with one hand, he opened the door to his back seat and tossed me in. Judging by his face, he didn't mean it to be as aggressive but it was enough to get me to shut up. He slammed the door and rushed over to the driver's seat.

This is it. After all that's happened today I'm being kidnapped by Vigilante and who knows what's going to happen. I guess the law doesn't apply when it comes to him. I actually can't believe it right now.

The entire car ride was silent. Not a sound from the man or from me. It was terrifying. All I could think of was what was going to happen to me. it took him forever to get to his destination and when we got there I realized it was some rundown video store. That couldn't be where we're going right?

-

"Guy's we got a fucking situation!" Adrian called opening the door with the girl in his hands. The whole team in the building stared at him with wide 'What the fuck' like eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Economos asked adjusting his glasses and leaning over his desk.

Adrian (not so carefully) dropped the woman on the floor making her yelp out in shock and pain.

"Did you just kidnap a girl?" Adebayo's eyes widened at the sight.

"No Adebayo!" He yelled defensively. "Okay, well technically yes but-" He was cut off quickly.

"And why did you bring her here?" Harcourt burst out running a hand through her blonde hair.

"Okay, I was doing my badass stuff, right? Like beating up these bad dudes and I found her behind some crates." They all stared at him waiting for him to continue. "And since I didn't know these dudes took a hostage I took my mask off and that's-" He removed his mask again and replaced the glasses on his face. "Really bad." He grimaced.

"Adrian what the hell dude you could have left her. She would have never turned you in. Look at her. No offense." Chris said. She stayed silent like she never heard the comment in the first place.

She was scared to death, trembling on the floor with small tear streaks down her face. Some of the tears mixed in with blood on the left side of her face. She looked innocent as could be and she definitely didn't deserve to be in this mess.

"Dude what the fuck!" He shouted at Chris. "Now she knows my real name! You have so fucked me!" He continued to cure which didn't make the girl feel any better.

"I did not fuck you! Besides it's your fault for bringing her here anyway." Chris furrowed his eyebrows looking back and forth between the petrified girl and his idiotic friend.

"What is happening out here?" Murn came out from one of the rooms and immediately regretted his decision. "We're supposed to be working on the project butterfly case what are you doing Chase?" He asked sternly.

"Oh, now she knows about Project Butterfly!" Harcourt placed a hand on her forehead.

"Well, it's not like I can kill her because she's innocent" The girl's face drained at the mention of death. "and we can't get rid of her because she might tell someone who I am!" Adrian wined out. He was finally right about one thing.

"She also might screw our plan up," Murn muttered trying to think of a reasonable thing to do with this girl.

"Then what do you suppose we do with her?" Economos folded his arms. The girl had been silent the entirety of this conversation but she finally piped up.

"Um.." Her voice caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to look at her. "I-I can clean and o-organize around here." She stammered. "I can help you guys just please don't kill me." She pleaded. They all non-verbally agreed she had been through enough judging by the look of blood running from her temple and dirt caking her shirt.

"Yeah that honestly could be useful," Harcourt spoke. She looked around the room to only be met with agreeing faces. She let out another deep sigh before Murn spoke up.

"You will work the same hours as us and will get paid a fair amount." He folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't ask he just demanded she work.

"I'm also a fast learner and I can help you with anything you need. I don't have a current job so that would be perfect." She tried to look at the bright side of the situation. I can work for money but this is a destructive and hard-core business she pondered. "And since this is a very um dangerous job I just so happened to be trained in medical care." She offered.

"Oh, sweet! That's perfect so now dyed bear can stop doing such a shit job of stitching me up!" Chris smiled.

"Hey!" Economos protested. It was perfectly fine he thought.

"What about my living situation? C-can I still stay In my apartment?" She asked. They all looked around at each other because that was one thing they hadn't thought of. If they let her stay, she could always tell people without them knowing.

"If we let you stay in your apartment, you must realize he" Murn pointed at Adrian Chase himself. "has to keep watch of you? He somehow always knows if someone is doing something they shouldn't be." She nodded slowly. "And if you tell anyone and I mean anyone you will be terminated immediately, do you understand?" He spoke firmly making her hands tremble.

"I understand." She muttered.

"Now that everyone is done with this whole situation I suggest you get back to work," Murn concluded walking back to his office annoyed with the inconvenience.

-

I sat there absolutely stunned at what just happened. I just got myself into a bat shit crazy job. I mean I don't even know these people and one of them literally abducted me. This is not normal.

Project butterfly? Are these guys all heroes or something? I already was aware of Vigilante's existence and somewhat Peacemaker but there's a lot more than just those two.

"Oh my god, he didn't even untie you." The blonde-haired woman spoke in surprise. I didn't say anything because really what was I supposed to say? "I'm Harcourt." She kneeled beside me. She opened a switchblade and sliced through the ropes binding my hands together and then my feet. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. She went and collected the first aid kit from one of the desks on the left side of the room and motioned for me to sit at her desk. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n L/n." I said quietly as I stared into my lap anxiously.

"Come sit Y/n." She said calmly trying to make me comfortable.

I stood up uneasily and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and carefully walked over to the chair and sat down gently. She pulled out a couple of cotton swabs and some alcohol. She poured the strong liquid onto the small ball.

"I'm sorry about him." Harcourt hummed taking the cotton swab to my forehead.

"Hm?" I replied softly.

"Adrian." She looked me in the eyes. "He just isn't all there sometimes." She mumbled. She tossed the bloodied-up swab in the trash and put a bandage over the small cut.

I looked over at Vigilante who I guess was named Adrian. He was talking to Peacemaker and he looked perfectly innocent. Not even an hour earlier he was tossing me into the back of his car. Jesus, what did I really get myself into? Not only does he have to escort me home, but now I have to work with him. He's a psycho!

"She has a point you know." The woman I was pretty sure was Adebayo spoke up. I glanced at her and she nodded trying to make me realize it. "He's a really good guy you just have to get to know him. I get it he basically kidnapped you but he's stupid in everything but fighting."

"Yeah okay," I mumbled softly. I don't care what they say now I can't trust him after what he did unless he really proves he's trustworthy. At least these people actually had the decency to tend to my wounds.

She continued to bandage and take care of every cut I had on my arms and face. I enjoyed her already because she was delicate to me and cared about my feelings. Pretty quickly she finished and put all the materials away.

"Come over here I think we found a box of old clothes you could change in." She led me back into the store and I could feel Adrian's eyes burning into my back.

-

"Dude she's afraid of me!" I panicked at Chris looking him dead in the eye. I waited for her to leave before I talked to my best friend about the whole thing.

"Well, I mean you did throw her in the back of your car. Chicks don't really dig that. Unless they're like hardcore." Okay yeah obviously I fucked up big time but I was under a lot of pressure and I wasn't doing what I should have!

"Dude I didn't know what else to do." I whined

"I mean you just gotta make things right with her I guess. I don't know I usually don't have to apologize to girls." He shrugged his shoulders. Great okay how am I supposed to do that when she's obviously afraid of me? Fuck. "Listen when you walk her to her apartment just be like 'Sorry for kidnapping you in my shitty car that was a pretty bad thing to do!' or something like that." I let out a heavy sigh. This is never going to work.

-

I came back out to the main room in a sweatshirt with the video store's logo on it and sweatpants that were longer than my actual legs with the same logo down the side of it. I held my original clothes in my arms and I was quiet.

What do I do now? Go home? How am I supposed to feel safe in my own home when I know that guy is watching me?

"Listen." Harcourt grabbed my attention. "You can take as much time as you need before you go home. I know that was probably a traumatic experience for you so let me know when you want to leave." She spoke as if she had read my mind. I nodded. "Also we have your address so we can get you home easily." Okay well, I told her my name and that was all it took to find out where I lived. Spectacular.

"What are my work hours?" I still can't believe I got myself to work for these people.

"Just don't get here any later than 8. Hours are different every day. Since you now work here I guess I should tell you who everyone is." She pointed to Peacemaker and Vigilante who were still chatting near the corner of the room "Chris and Adrian ." Then to the other man in glasses. "Economos." The guy in the other room that I could see through the glass. "Murn." Finally, she pointed at the last girl which I already knew. "and Adebayo."

I stood around for not too much longer before very anxiously describing to Harcourt my wishes to leave. She understood fully and went over to Adrian to make him take me home. He looked at me with some sort of care in his eyes but I just couldn't look at him so my eyes fell back to the sight of the floor.

"Come on kid." Harcourt motioned with her head to leave out the door with the man. I walked out the door and the cool air hit me as the sun started to sink down below the horizon.

One car ride and then I'm home. This time I got to sit in the front seat of his car instead of being thrown in the back like a doll. I secured my seatbelt and then just slumped against the car door. All I could really do was pay attention to the passing cars outside and the quiet buzz of the radio.

I also noticed the pleasing smell of his cologne that filled the car or how he hummed along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio. Someone like him is a swiftie?

"I'm sorry that I kidnapped you." Adrian broke the silence between us in an attempt to apologize. I ignored it and kept looking out the window. It was a long day and I genuinely couldn't tell if he was being sincere or was just trying to make me feel like he cared. "Please talk to me. I know I fucked up." I glanced over at him; his eyes flickered between the road and me. "Hey." He reached for my hand and flinched away with wide eyes and a quickened heartbeat.

His eyes lit up in sorrow. He looked like he felt bad. He backed off and for the rest of the car ride, he didn't talk anymore. There was so much tension in that car I felt like I was going to suffocate. I could barely look at him. I was still scared of his guts.

Every turn and stop made me think over and over about the events that occurred today. It was nauseating.

Finally walking through the door of my apartment left me with this feeling I couldn't describe. All of the events that happened today were fucking unbelievable.

The book I was planning to read was on my bed and was quickly tossed on my side table with a small thud. I sprawled out on my bed not bothering to do anything else tonight.

What. The. Fuck.

-

It's my first day on the job and my teammate already hit someone with a car. A van actually. I got to the disguised video store a bit after seven and Murn described the plan to me. Since I wasn't significant to the plan I just stayed in the car with a first-aid kit just in case things went south. And oh they did.

"Is he dead!?" I stood in the van looking at Economos dumbfounded. He didn't reply at first he was just making shocked quivering noises.

"I... I don't know?" My eyes widened as he started to get out of the car holding a crowbar tightly in his hands. I left the kit on the seats (since I had been fidgeting with the latches the whole ride) and followed him for support or something like that. Maybe I thought I could help. He inspected inside the car which he had hit fully force.

Judomaster was crawling on the ground in front of the car slowly. Economos inched closer and closer to him holding the crowbar. He whacked him once over the head and jolted backward then his body went limp. We waited and sure enough, he kept crawling. He hit him again and he still was moving. I slapped a hand over my mouth as he repeatedly hit him on the back of the head. He poked him a few times like you would a bug making sure he wasn't moving.

"Oh my god." He let out. "Fuck yeah!" He turned around to high-five me. I lightly returned it. "Don't worry he's not dead." He said sensing my shock. "They're hardcore it takes a lot."

"Well, what do we do with him now?" I looked at Economos for ideas. We ended up tying him up and throwing him in the back of the van. I watched him intensely. When would this dude wake up? I really hope not any time soon. Murn radioed us and let us know that they would be coming back soon with of course Vigilante. Economos drove us back to the spot we were supposed to be in and awaited their arrival.

"You're pretty cool." I complimented him. He was taken aback by the positive words.

"Well thank you." He adjusted his glasses with a bright smile.

We waited for 15 minutes until they finally arrived and loaded themselves into the van. Everyone looked untouched besides Harcourt's messy hair, a couple cuts on Peacemaker's face and Vigilante crying about his bleeding toe. I grabbed the medical kit I had set down on the seats just minutes before and rushed to Adrian's side.

I motioned for him to move his foot up to where I needed it. He hesitated for a moment but then proceeded to lift his foot into my lap. I scoped out his injured toe and I pulled out the needed materials.

Yikes. I was definitely glad that I stayed in the van. Adrian’s foot jerked in my lap as I tried to get some alcohol.

"Hold still!" I complained to Adrian trying to hold his leg down from wriggling under my grasp. From the looks of it, this man had managed to get half of his pinky toe cut off. That is such a bizarre thing for torture.

“It hurts so bad though!” He wined when I took the alcohol to his foot. He had obviously had worse happen to him but this?

“It could have been worse,” I said. My hold got tighter on his leg since it kept jolting side to side.

“Pft yeah, this was nothing!” He lied as if he hadn’t been complaining two seconds ago. “I’ve gone through worse in DND.” A small smile appeared on my cheeks. DND huh? Who knew the big strong Vigilante was a total nerd? And a swiftie...

“One of my characters got their arm bitten off by a bear so I’d say you’re okay,” I said. His eyes lit up at the mention that I had played before." Just sit still it's about to get worse." His eyes clenched shut.

"Oh shit!" He screamed out making everyone irritated in the van. I shushed him gently with a soft hand on his leg. He shut up very quickly but his body still tensed occasionally with every sting. I held his foot carefully as I bandaged it up thoroughly.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked. I still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, but I can wait until we get back." He tried to act tough but I could hear the pain in his voice. I noticed a couple of holes in his shirt. Maybe I could fix his shirt while I'm at it. God am I being too nice?

I mean I'm trying to think of the bright side of what happened yesterday and honestly, it didn't seem so bad anymore. He saved my ass and I'm having a paying job. I can only imagine the pay is fantastic for what these people have me doing. I sat next to Adrian. I was feeling a little less scared of him now when I thought about him like that. Even through the visor, his eyes were peeled onto me. It felt like since I got here they never left.

Getting back to headquarters I couldn't get Adrian to get out of the van without making a scene. I dragged him quickly into the store so he wouldn't draw any attention from people lurking around In the streets. I pulled him by his hand and made him sit in the closest chair I could spot. He whined and moaned obnoxiously loud. I knew the stories and new articles about the man. He was tough and put up a big fight, he never lost against criminals.

I grabbed the larger bandages from an area Harcourt showed me just this morning and also some more alcohol.

"Show me where you're hurt." I looked at him curious about what else had happened to him. He pulled off his chest plate and revealed the deep stab wound in his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt clearly revealed the bloody mess it left. My eyes widen. "You kept this from me until now?"

"I could handle this. The toe I'm not entirely sure." I cleaned and bandaged the wound with intense concentration. I was careful and sure not to cause any more harm after this long night. "Thank you." He said softly. I just nodded and didn't reply with anything else.

-

The days passed as we worked on this project and the days were long and there was a lot of work to do. I didn't have almost any free time anymore so it was hard to make time for friends I actually wanted to talk to or things I really wanted to do. Adrian continued to try his hardest to earn my trust and befriend me.

I started to warm up to him crazy enough. He did little things for me I thought were sweet. Sometimes he brought me breakfast or he would try to learn about things I liked so he could talk about them with me. I started to trust him more and more as the mission proceeded because he was really good company. He would talk and I would listen.

A couple of days after the whole 'Adrian getting his pinky toe almost cut off' situation he got himself arrested. I didn't even know until Harcourt talked to me about it and what Adebayo said to him. I felt bad for him because as much as I thought I disliked him, I hated to hear he was where he was and how Adebayo literally manipulated him into doing it.

The night he got out he showed up at my apartment because he still needed to check up on me and since he hadn't been able to. For the first time, I felt comfortable enough to hug him. So I did, I wrapped my arms gently around his torso and gave a small squeeze. We stood like that for a minute before he quietly wished me a 'goodnight' without any further words. That was the kindest moment we had ever shared with one another

Then the next day we had another mission. Since all this time has passed, I had been informed on what a Butterfly fully was. At first, it was entirely confusing until I realized these were tiny alien butterflies here to kill us. I know it sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

I had to sit through a whole meeting in the morning next to Adrian where he (the whole time) joked with me. It felt sorta nice honestly. He never stopped being friendly and I just kind of started to accept it more.

And the whole mission went by quickly.

"Oh my god." I blurted when everyone arrived back in the truck. Peacemaker and Economos were fully drenched head to toe in blood, Harcourt had a good amount on her, and Adebayo and Adrian had little to none on them.

"We fought a fucking gorilla!" Adebayo exploded with astonishment. Jesus, sometimes I wish I didn't sit in the car the whole time.

"Economos is the fucking man." Peacemaker clapped him on the back with a proud grin. I did miss a lot if those two are now getting along.

"All the blood is the gorillas right?" I asked startled for a second considering the amount.

"Yeah we're all fine," Harcourt said tiredly.

"At least no one's arm got bitten off, like your DND character right?" Adrian nudged me in the side and sat down next to me. Sure I had only told him a few days ago about that but it still made me happy that he had remembered that tiny detail.

"Right." I smiled. Chris sat in the front and started playing music like he had at the beginning of the ride. I sang along with the rest of my team members to 11th Street Kids and I actually started to enjoy my work a little more.

I looked over at Adrian who was dancing like a dork. He looked so adorable? He was playing air drums and making up random dances as he went. I don't know why but I started to not hate him anymore. I started seeing this more personal side of him. Not Vigilante but Adrian.

"C'mon dance," Adrian whispered in my ear and nudged me again. I started to sway along with the group.

Later that night Harcourt made a group chat with all of us and sent a photo she had taken in the van. I set the book down I had finally got to reading beside me on my bed and picked up my phone.

Everyone was dancing in the van but on the right side, you could see me looking at Adrian with the sweetest smile on my face. The chat is filled with different emojis. The only number I had was Harcourts but from the merman emoji, I already knew it was Adrian. I liked his message and sent a fitting emoji to match the others.

I set my phone down and continued reading with a big smile. I never seemed to stop today.

-

It was the final day of the project and I wasn’t allowed to go. I wasn’t entirely complaining since this job was so bizarre but I was also disappointed. I mean all this build up and I don’t even get to go. They said it would be safer for me and of course, I understood.

But as the night carried on and the morning came through I was nervous. I had no texts or word from anyone. Sure, they still could be busy and have to do some other stuff before texting me but what if?

I heard a rushed-sounding knock on my door which threw me off. I ran to my door since the person decided to not stop knocking.

"What do you want?" I hissed as I threw open the door but I was only met with Adrian. My eyes soften upon seeing him. Oh, thank god he’s alive. "Adrian. Hi." I paused when noticing he was in a pair of shorts and a nursing gown. "Come inside." I ushered him in with wide eyes and closed the door quickly behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Listen I jumped out of a hospital building to be her so-"

"Adrian!" I scolded him for being careless. I had started to really enjoy him I didn't need him being so careless all the time.

"Shut up. Sorry, but I need to tell you this." I stared at him silently with folded arms awaiting what he was about to tell me. "Okay, so after almost dying, I know what you're about to say please just wait. After almost dying, I realized had more feelings for you than I have ever had for someone and that's like a lot for me." He stepped closer to me. "I had to tell you those feelings just in case I actually died sometime. But now I'm scared if you reject me because of the whole kidnapping thing when we first met and usually I would be okay with rejection but I don't feel usual with you." He rambled and his hands made several confusing gestures along the way.

Everything about him told me he was being truthful. His hands were trembling with nervousness, He literally came from a hospital to tell me this and he just had that look on his face.

The feelings from the other day came rushing back. I really enjoyed being with genuine Adrian. The time we spent together over the course of this project was enjoyable. I noticed small things about him like the way he always made sure to keep an eye on me and was careful not to get me into anything super dangerous. He had become almost like a personal guard.

He even taught me how to use weapons, and also never overstepped my boundaries. So yeah maybe I developed a crush on my kidnapper co-worker.

"Why are you looking at me like that I'm like really nervous right now." He asked.

"Because I feel the same way. Even though you did totally kidnap and traumatize me." I nudged him smiling but he didn't return it. "Adrian I was playing with you. But I really do feel the same way." He let out a long breath. I was quite sure he had stopped breathing for a little while.

"Oh thank god." Adrian stepped closer and picked me up in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I've kissed a couple of times in the past but never did it feel as amazing as this. I held him close to me as if he would slip away again. He pulled away to look closely at my face.

"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I won't scold you for almost dying." I glared at him but he just smiled kindly and kissed me again.

"If I keep. Kissing you then. I won't. Get yelled at." He said in between kisses making me start to laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that again Chase.” I shook my head kissing him passionately once more. I could get used to this feeling.

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[lunarbuck]

Parasite - Slaughter pt. 3

Pairing: dark!Winter Soldier x f!reader (any race)

WC: 2.2k

Summary: It's been too long since you've seen the Soldier

Warnings: dark, smut (p in v, unprotected, public-ish), edging, overstimulation, swearing, pet names [little lamb]

A/N: I can't believe I haven't updated this since september of last year... i'm sorry it took so long!!!! this was a doozy lol i hope you guys enjoy :)

Song referenced: Parasite Eve - Bring Me The Horizon

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He’s been away from you for too long. His fingers itch to touch you, to ravage you. To ruin you. It’s all he can think about. Every mission he completes gets him closer and closer to returning to you. 

You’ve been craving him. Nothing feels like him; nothing comes even close. Heat floods your body whenever you think of him, his hands on you, his words.

Don’t thank god, little lamb. Thank me. I’m your fucking god.

You go about your regular life, hiding the masked man away from everyone around you. He’s your dirty little secret, your wildest fantasy come to life. 

Even though it’s fucked up, you miss him. It’s been weeks, and he has yet to return to your bedroom. The star he carved into your leg is scarring over nicely, and it serves as a reminder every time you see or feel it, of what he did to you. What he’s done. What he will do.

Tonight, as you dance with a man whose name you don’t quite remember, it’s him that you think of. The masked man with eyes that can see right through you. You think of him as this new man grips your hips just a little too tightly. He dances just a little too closely.

And then you see it.

A flash of metal, those eyes… 

You shake your head. There’s no way he’s here. Even before that first night in your bedroom, he never followed you to places like this. He only ever saw you in public, not at a club or bar. 

The dancing man behind you grows bored, finally picking up on your disinterest, and abandons you on the dance floor. But you’re not paying attention. No, you’re staring at the corner of the room.

There, hidden in the darkness, you see him. He devours you with his eyes, setting you alight.

You walk to him as if tethered by some invisible force. He pulls you in, hypnotizing you with his presence. 

“Little lamb,” he whispers when you’re finally standing in front of him. He’s not wearing his mask, and it takes everything in you to not stare at his lips. They’re soft, plump, and pink. You want to kiss him, to press against those perfect lips and taste them.

His fingers grip your chin, and tilt your head up so you have to meet his eyes.

“You’re here,” you say breathily. His eyes search your face, but for what, you’re not sure. 

The Soldier’s fingers reach out and brush up your arm, sending shivers through your body. Your dress is sleeveless, leaving your skin out for him to devour. And that’s what it looks like he wants to do. 

“And you were dancing with a man.” His voice is gruff and laced with lust. But there’s anger there too.

All you can do is nod, already falling into his trance. Without speaking another word, the Soldier cocks his head and tugs you toward the back of the bar. You follow him, practically tripping over your feet to keep up with his long strides.

He shoulders open the back door of the bar, and it doesn’t cross your mind to wonder how he knew where the exit was, how he barely had to look for it at all. Instead, your thoughts linger on the way the low light casts shadows over his beautiful, sharp features. You drink him in, committing the slope of his nose, the angle of his chin to memory.

The Soldier presses your back against the rough brick wall of the alley, and suddenly the world comes back into focus around you.

“Thought you were gonna be good for me,” he whispers roughly, metal fingers curling around your chin. His other hand dips down, running up your knee to your thigh. You shiver when he makes contact with the star he carved into your skin.

“I- I have been good, I promise,” you reply, watching the Soldier’s face closely. His brow furrows as his fingers trace higher, finding your pussy already wet for him beneath your panties.

“I don’t believe you.” His words are harsh as he applies pressure to your clit. “You were letting that man touch you. How often have you done that since I last saw you?” Frustration washes over you, overtaking your lust. You push on his shoulders, shoving him back slightly.

“I don’t even know your fucking name,” you say, trying not to be afraid of the man in front of you. “Why would you care what I do when you’re gone? You’re the one who always disappears, who never showed me your face before tonight. Since when do you control my fucking life? You don’t own me.”

The Soldier’s eyes narrow, darkening at your words. He’s back on you in an instant, fingers finding their way back to the mark on your thigh.

“You are all I think about when I’m away, lamb.” Cold fingers trace the star over and over, the gesture practically obsessive. “Your eyes, your perfect body. Only you.” He leans his forehead closer to yours, knocking your nose with his. “I have no choice; I have to leave. But you…” he trails off, dragging his fingers back to your clit. “You chose to give me control that first night.”

“No,” you whisper, not even meaning it one bit.

“You begged for me,” he says, nipping at the tip of your nose. “Fucked yourself to the thought of my cock.” His fingers slide beneath your panties, finding you soaked. “You really going to tell me you don’t want me? Don’t want this?” You moan, feeling his strong fingers circle your clit.

“What’s your name?” You ask with a shaky voice. The Soldier grins, and you feel your knees go weak.

“I don’t have a name anymore.” You can tell he feels conflicted, but you want to push him for more. “I am called Soldat now.” 

“Soldat,” you whisper. The sound of his name on your lips sends his mind to dark, dark places, but for you, he would go anywhere. 

The Soldier’s blue eyes gleam down at you, and your lips part with a sigh. He’s working you up so perfectly; he knows your body better than you know it. When his lips connect with yours, it sends sparks flying through you.

He kisses you like he’s starving, like he’s devouring you. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer. You gasp when he moves one of his legs between yours, spreading your feet apart further.

“Take it back,” he grunts. In a swift movement, he tears your panties down your legs. They fall to the ground, shredded. Confusion must flash across your features because as he fusses with his belt, he continues. “You said I don’t own you. Take. It. Back.”

Two of his fingers press inside of you, and you gasp loudly, suddenly aware of the possibility of someone walking past the alley and seeing what he’s doing to you. You try to cover his mouth with your fingers, but he easily dodges your grasp.

“Say it.” Your eyes roll back when his fingers graze the perfect spot deep inside of you. “Be a good little lamb for me, and maybe I’ll let you come. How’s that sound?” You preen at the idea of being good for him, but part of your brain scolds you for it. You don’t want to tell him he owns you, that you crave him, that you’re infected. 

Instead, you shake your head, your orgasm growing closer and closer. 

The Soldier clicks his tongue at you, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy. He shoves his pants down his legs, and your mouth waters at the sight of his dick. 

He chuckles at your reaction and the way your tongue traces along your lower lip. “Pull up your dress.” His commanding tone sends shivers down your spine, and despite worrying about people that might walk past, you find yourself following his orders. 

“What if someone sees?” The Soldier grips your legs at your knees, hoisting you up and against the wall. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, tugging him closer. His cock nudges against your clit, and you bite back a moan.

“Then they’ll know what you can’t seem to get through your dumb little head. That I fucking own you.” As the last word leaves his lips, he thrusts into you, stretching you around his length. This time, you can’t hold back the moan that rips from your throat.

“Soldat,” you whimper, head lolling back as he fucks you with fast, deep thrusts. Suddenly, he’s pressing something against your face. You realize a moment later that it’s his mask. He hooks it around your head, securing it into place. With the way it’s positioned on your head, you can’t open your mouth fully, and it muffles most of the sound you make.

“But those sounds,” he grunts, “are all mine.” His hands scour your body, grabbing and feeling every inch of your body as he fucks you. It’s all you can do to stay upright, and you give in to the feeling of him taking you.

His metal fingers find your clit, and he works you in quick, tight circles. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge, and you grip his shoulders, begging for release. But he doesn’t give it to you. The moment you’re about to come, he stops all his movements.

You groan at the loss, and your heart stutters in your chest.

“Take it back, and I’ll let you come,” he tells you, thrusting shallowly. The Soldier holds you against the brick and watches his cock as it slides in and out of your pussy. “Three little words, that’s all it takes.”

Your silence must last too long because he starts fucking you again, clearly trying to work you back up to your orgasm as quickly as possible. 

He brings you to the edge more times than you can count, keeping you from coming each time. Tears stream down your face, and your muffled noises are music to the Soldier’s ears. 

“You look so fucking perfect with my cock in you, little lamb,” he groans, pressing a hand against your lower belly. You whine from being sore, but it just makes him go faster. “If you wanna come so bad, you know what to say.”

He likes playing this game with you, especially since he wins either way. He loves seeing you take him, loves watching your body give him everything even though your mind won’t quite let go yet. He knows you’ll say it eventually. It’s only a matter of time, and he can’t wait to push you to your limit.

Your fingers dig into the Soldier’s shoulders, and you feel him shudder, his hips stuttering from their consistent pace. He comes on a low groan, but he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s still hard, still pressing deeply inside of you.

Your eyes widen, and he grins, dipping his head to bite your neck. “You thought I was done with you, little lamb?” You can’t find the words to respond, your mind full of him . “Can’t ever get enough.”

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, muffled through the mask. 

“I know you’re sore, little lamb. I just can’t help it; you look so fucking perfect. Your pretty pussy takes my cock so well.” His words are music to your ears, and despite any discomfort, you might be feeling, you grind your hips against his pelvis, shifting yourself to his pace. 

“Soldat, please,” your voice sounds broken and hoarse; it just fuels his fire.

“Tell me what I want to hear.” His fingers slide up your body, caressing every curve, before curling around your neck. With an unexpected tenderness, he pulls the mask off your face. You suck in a shaking breath and groan as his cock hits your G-spot.

“You own me,” you whisper. His thrusts still, and your body jolts from sensitivity.

“Again.” The Soldier’s fingers drag down your front, tracing over your nipples. Your entire body feels like it’s been electrocuted, even though a layer of fabric separates his skin from yours. 

“You own me.”

“Good fucking girl.” He thrusts into you slowly, deeply, before working up to a pace that makes you see stars. His fingers circle your clit as his lips suck at the sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder meet. Tears fall freely down your cheeks as you get closer and closer to orgasm.

Heat builds like a raging storm in your belly from being worked up for so long. You sob, hiccuping as you hold onto him for dear life.

“Lemme see those tears,” he whispers, gripping your chin between his fingers, “Come while you’re fucking crying on my dick, little lamb.”

The Soldier’s hand covers your mouth as you come on a loud moan. You feel him fill you again, pulsing inside of you. The two of you remain, pressed against each other and the brick wall for what feels like an eternity.

“You own me,” he tells you, leaning his forehead against yours. You gaze into his bright blue eyes and see the devotion. 

There’s so much you want to say, that you should say. But as silence falls over the two of you, you can’t help but feel that this is how it was meant to be.

When we forget the infection

Will we remember the lesson?

If the suspense doesn't kill you

Something else will

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Ok, this is kind of similar to one that you did earlier. Basically it is an everyone x reader but Minho is the main person. Reader is a sassy 13 year old girl who is almost a carbon copy of Minho. Like, when the reader comes out of the box they climb up the rope without any assistance and gets real annoyed at everyone for treating them like a baby. Or, when the reader has to try jobs she always strays off and just runs around. Then everyone thinks she should be a runner, idk, it's bad but, I hope you can do it?

Thankyou :)

Hi!! Thanks for requesting :)) I LOVE this idea omg writing the Gladers reactions to reader be sassy is gonna be so fun lol

Born to run

Platonic Minho + other gladers x 13yo fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Notes: not a drop of seriousness in this one, hope you enjoy lol

Warnings: language

When Newt looks down into the Box, his first feeling is regret, and anger at whoever would put a young girl like you in the Glade.

“Shit,” he breathes.

“Hey, what the hell man? That’s your response when you see me? Rude.”

You don’t bother waiting for the reaction of the teen boys standing above you, and your eye catches on a rope dangling into this cage thing you’re in. Perfect.

“Here,” says a boy (you label him as Blonde guy), stepping forward and stretching out an arm to help.

“Don’t worry,” you say breezily, climbing up the rope and pulling yourself out over the Box.

"So, uh- where am I?" you ask, looking around the wide grassy plain. There are about 50 boys gathered around you, with varying degrees of surprise etched into their faces.

Blonde guy blinks at you, and you place your hands on your hips, foot tapping impatiently as you wait for someone to answer.

"Come on man, quit gaping. Girl's got a question." Another guy steps forward, clapping Blonde guy on the shoulder. He shoots you a amused grin. "I'm Minho."

"Nice to meet ya, Minho. You the only one with a voice 'round here?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Christ," mutters Blonde guy. "Alright, everybody off," he says to the group of boys you assume are irrelevant to you.

There are three people with you now: Blonde guy, Minho, and another guy you haven't met yet.

The new guy is introduced as Alby, and Blonde guy is given a name; Newt.

Alby gives you the whole rundown; Maze, trapped, evil Creators who put you in, don't go in the Maze etcetera.

"Newt here's gonna give you the tour," says Alby.

"See ya, Greenie," Minho flashes you a smile before jogging off.

You head down the hill with Newt as he starts explaining all the jobs.

⭒----⭒

The first job you're put on to try is gardening, despite seeing the very fun-looking job of cutting wood using a massive blade (when you express your interest in that, you're immediately shut down, which you suppose makes sense, but still, rude).

You bounce on the balls of your feet while picking tomatoes, quickly getting bored from the stagnant work.

After filling a basket with tomatoes, you decide to wander off to explore the Glade.

"Oi Greenie, get back here!" you hear Zart shout from behind you.

You look over your shoulder to see him stalking towards you, a carrot raised threateningly in his hand, and you take off running.

"Hey!"

You giggle as Zart starts to give chase, snorting to yourself as you propel yourself further, hearing him yelling behind you.

"Someone grab the Greenie!"

"What the-" you duck around Newt as he turns in surprise, and you hop over a basket of ingredients near the kitchen.

On the other side of the Glade, Minho and Ben are coming back from a run.

"...the hell is going on," mutters Minho, squinting into the distance as he hears Zart's faint yelling.

"Oi Minho, help us catch the Greenie man! She's shuckin' fast." Winston shouts over his shoulder, running past.

Minho exchanges a glance with Ben. "Seriously?"

Ben shrugs. "Better catch her then."

Minho jogs towards the commotion, and is greeted by one of the weirdest sights he's ever seen; and he's seen some crazy klunk.

Newt's standing still, pinching the bridge of his nose, not paid enough for his job.

Frypan's shaking his head and muttering to himself, while rebuilding a stack of bowls that Zart's knocked over while brushing past.

Meanwhile, there's you, laughing to yourself as though you're taking a leisurely run, looking occasionally back over your shoulder, all the while shooting around the Glade like a bullet, with a trail of boys chasing you down.

Minho sighs. Shuck it.

You're still running when you collide hard into a body.

You let out a groan, blinking upwards.

"Had your fun, Greenie?" Minho stands above you, an arm extended to help you up.

You grin up at him, and grab his arm to pull yourself up. "Sure did."

"What," Gally catches up, panting slightly. "...the fuck?"

You giggle as Zart bends over, catching his breath.

"Well," Minho turns to you. "Never seen a Greenie running circles 'round everyone in the Glade."

"It's Y/n," you say suddenly. You blink in surprise. "I just got my name."

You let out a disbelieving huff.

"Y/n," repeats Minho. "Nice."

You turn in surprise to see Winston and the others rolling their eyes and giving you fond smiles already, despite you being an absolute devil in the past few minutes.

"I've got respect for anyone who can get Zart to run more than a few meters," says Frypan, stepping forward to shake your hand.

"Go on, get back to work," Minho gives you a nudge with his elbow.

"Right, right."

⭒----⭒

"She's not really suited for gardening," says Zart.

You snort to yourself, before shutting up at the warning look Minho sends you.

"Or being a Track-hoe," continues Zart.

You're in the Council Hall listening as the Keepers discuss what job to put you in. You've been told to sit back and keep quiet.

"Clint?" prompts Alby.

"Honestly, she wasn't half bad at the some of the tasks we gave her. But I don't really understand why we're discussing this. She's clearly suited for a different job," says Clint.

"What do you mean?" asks Alby.

"A Runner," says Minho, answering for Clint.

You sit forward, listening intently.

"Exactly," agrees Clint. "I saw her the other day, leaving you guys in the dust. She was born for running."

There's a beat of silence, then-

"Are you crazy?"

"No way."

"A Runner?" says Winston, with an incredulous expression.

"How are you surprised by this?" asks Clint. "We know she's fast."

"Yeah, listen," says Newt, lifting a hand. "We get that. It's just that..."

"What, you don't think a little girl can handle the Maze?" you interrupt, standing up.

"Stay outta this, Greenie," says Gally.

"We're just being reasonable here," says Newt calmly. "We've got to think about the risk of sending someone like you into the Maze."

"Someone like me?" you exclaim. "I get that I'm smaller, or whatever, but I could be just as good a Runner as any of you."

"You could be better," says Newt. "But our number one priority is always to protect every Glader. And we can't protect you in that Maze."

"Newt's right," says Minho, and you stare at him. "Just listen. There's more to being a Runner than, well, running. Between everyone here, Newt, Gally, and I know what it's like. Sprinting back to make it in time, quickly mapping out a new route when you hear a Griever nearby. It's dangerous."

"So the question is," Newt turns to you. "Can you survive the Maze?"

You take a breath, and step back.

Minho nods at you, and Newt sends you a tiny reassuring smile.

"This is why the Keepers decide, not the newbies," mutters Gally.

"So what do we think?" asks Alby.

"I'm behind whatever Minho says," responds Newt, nodding at his friend.

"Minho?"

You hold your breath as Minho speaks.

"I think she can do it."

Your face splits into a wide smile as Minho grins at you.

"I mean, she's got the guts for it, not to mention the speed. She's a Runner if I've ever seen one."

The rest of the Keepers nod in agreement.

"It's decided then," says Alby. "You've got a job, kid. Well done."

⭒----⭒

"Y/n."

You groan, turning away from the voice as you feel someone shaking you by the shoulder.

"Y/n."

"What."

"Get up, first run today."

Your eyes fly open and you sit up immediately, narrowly avoiding knocking heads with Minho.

"Shuck, sorry. I forgot we had to be early."

Minho laughs. "Don't worry. We get ready now and we'll make good time. Nice to see you're still eager though."

"Of course," you say, sliding out of your hammock.

You follow Minho to the Runner's hut, taking in your surroundings as he pushes the door open.

You stare with wide eyes at the huge map in the centre of the room.

"Is this..."

"Yeah," Minho nods. He points to a few unmapped areas. "We're just finishing with mapping this area."

"That where we're going today?"

"Nah, I'll take you 'round Section 1 today. My usual introduction run for all the baby Runners."

You raise an eyebrow. "Baby Runners?"

"Yep. Gotta run the baby run to make sure you can actually be a Runner. You know, focus on not tripping on vines and running into walls."

"I've been here for like, a week, and I've seen you trip over stuff on multiple occasions."

Minho slings his arm over your shoulder, tugging you away from the Map. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up.”

“Idiot.”

He leads you to the Maze, and you watch as the doors grind open.

"You ready?" He jerks his chin at you, all casual, but you warm as you know he's genuinely checking in, making sure you're ready.

You flash him a smile. "Let's go."

@thominho-luvin-bri thank you for requesting ❤ hope you enjoyed :))

Requests are open, and as always thanks for reading!

#the maze runner #platonic gladers x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #my writing

[haircoveredwriter]

Episode 1X05 "Deux Amours" thoughts

(Warning: if I don't make sense in this post, I apologize. I've been trying to put this together for the past 20 mins but my brain has been fried by the episode it seems).

The fifth installment of the Daryl Dixon series is a GIANT - let me repeat this - G I A N T culminating expression of Daryl's fears/desires/drive to get home to Carol. If anyone was in doubt before they would have to be living in another dimension not to see it after "Deux Amours".

Starting with the conversations between Daryl and Azlan throughout the episode, Daryl's focus on getting home is clear. Our boy is still obsessed with finding a working radio for a specific call even in the flashbacks, but more on that later 😉. Azlan asks him about the promise he made which drives him on his journey to get back home, and Norman's acting of subtle reacting to the other man's points of (I'm paraphrasing) "sometimes a man's promise gets detoured around the realities of life" encompasses the tone of the entire show and the rest of the episode. "It's a home for the soul" If that isn't Caryl, I don't know what is.

When Laurent asks him about his friends there's an obvious pairing and splitting up of the groupings he chooses to answer with; Judith & RJ, Connie & Ezekiel, Carol. There are the kids, his friend ... and then " a woman named Carol". His pause and voice change upon saying her name warms my little shipper heart. If only Laurent hadn't jumped in so quick to continue the conversation. Look kid, the man was having a MOMENT! Read the room, sheesh. Lol.

I've haven't seen many bring this up but imo the young man at the gas depot during the flashback's was another huge planted plot point for Caryl. Daryl's whole thing has been how he needs to get home, and the kid is there "just trying to make it home to his girl". He promised he get enough gas to pick her up and take her away, the two of them together, out to California. Does that ring any bells to anyone???? NEW MEXICO IS STILL OUT THERE.

THAT radio call scene. Yes. Everything about it ... yes. I don't think I can do it justice trying to put it into words but @mcbride made a wonderful gifset of it for you to view or I know there are clips of the scene out there as well.

**Special recognition for the fact a lot of these Caryl callback scenes occurred by the river/while Daryl was in a make shift tent similar to the one at his s9 camp.**

Now we've reached the infamous Daryl/Laurent/the boat scene. I'm not going to get into a debate of whether he was wrong or right to go off on a kid like that; I'm going to deal solely with my perceived reasoning behind Daryl's actions. IMO finding the boat gone and subsequently that Laurent is the one who cut the rope was the straw that broke the camels back - so it were - for Daryl's emotions through the whole show about going home. Everything had been building up emotionally for Daryl until this point in the series; every past attempt to get home thwarted or delayed somehow, and having the person who he's supposed to be getting to The Nest where he will get what he's been after ... a way home ... blow things up in his face was too much to bear. The thought that maybe he may not actually get back to Carol overwhelming him and leading him to blow up at Laurent. I think the timing of this scene in the episode should also be taken into consideration, immediately after the radio call.

The groundwork has been laid out for Carol's reappearance in the season finale, whether that is in France or somewhere else that is still yet to be seen but all roads lead to Caryl.

#caryl #caryl positivity #carol peletier #daryl dixon #carol and daryl #twd spoilers #twd: daryl dixon #carol loves daryl #daryl loves carol

[licorice-tea]

Pirate Bias

Pairing: Nico Robin x reader

Content: reader is a straw hat/ pirate fan (just like me fr), a little nervous around their fave, robin! could be sent as platonic or romantic since its just a first meeting! part of my 100 follower event <3

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: (cringe title? perhaps…) I'm not really into kpop so I hope I used the term “bias” correctly lol :) also I haven't really edited this super closely yet, so if there are grammar mistakes I'm sorry about that!!!! pls enjoy, ty to the anon who requested!

The last thing you expected to see upon entering the bar for a midday pick me up, or the last people you expected to meet rather, were the Strawhat Pirates. Yet there they were, in all their glory: from the boyish captain to the grandiose cyborg, the latest addition to their crew. Still in a state of disbelief, your eyes scan the bar trying to get a headcount on every one of them.

And low and behold- almost the entire crew is somewhere within the dimly lit bar. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper are gathered around an old arcade machine. Zoro and Nami are at the bar, and Sanji and Franky are eating at one of the few regular tables. It's kind of strange to see them all in such a normal setting, acting like normal people instead of, well, The Strawhat Pirates. “What are they doing here, of all places?” You wonder. The only one you don’t spot is one Nico Robin, with her gorgeous black hair and blue eyes. Perhaps she’s watching their ship; you’d heard that was common for pirates, to leave someone to watch the ship since being attacked was always a possibility.

However, your curiosity is overridden by the pure excitement in your veins. To say you're a fan of the Strawhat Pirates would be an understatement- you had followed their story closely through the World News ever since the events of Alabasta. You thought they were just what the world needed: people who fought for such righteous ideals as freedom and happiness and peace. Still, Robin is your favorite, so it is just the slightest bit disappointing that she isn’t among the others. If she was, you’d surely approach her and strike up a conversation, even compliment her on something. Her intelligence, her power, her beauty…

“Hi there.” A calm voice greets you to your left.

You turn your cheek and blink in astonishment when you find Nico Robin in the bar stool next to yours.

“Oh- hi!”

“You’ve been watching my friends. Why is that?”

“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone would notice, um… I just, well, I’ve heard all about you guys from the World News, and, gosh this is embarasing, I just think you’re a really cool crew!”

Robin tilts her head and leans her head on her hand. You can’t decide if she’s suspicious or -, so you continue rambling. “I don’t mean you any harm, really I… I have your wanted poster on my wall!”

At this shocking and unintentional reveal, Robin quirks a brow and her lips twitch up in the subtlest of smiles. “Is that so?” She laughs politely behind her hand. “I didn’t know I had a fan!”

“Well, y-yeah, I guess you do!” You laugh along, albeit more awkwardly.

Robin hums contemplatively. “So, are you on a crew yourself? Or a marine division perhaps?“

You shake your head rapidly. “No, no I… I couldn’t live that kind of life. I’m not as strong as you guys…”

“That’s too bad,” she smiles softly, “I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Really?” You didn’t mean to sound like such a fan, but you couldn’t help it. It was Nico Robin, for fuck’s sake; she was practically your pirate bias!

“Mhm. What’s your name?”

You smile back and shake her hand. Her grip isn’t espescialy firm, but it is stable. “Y/n, it’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nico Robin,” she nods and extends her hand- the one she isn’t resting her chin on- toward you in greeting, “but I suppose you already knew that.”

You can barely contain the way your smile breaks out into a grin. “Yeah, I did.”

“So, I expect you want an autograph then?”

Your mouth gapes- is she serious? Not that you’d turn down an autograph from the Nico Robin, but… isn’t that kind of a weird thing to ask for? Especially when all you want is just to talk to her, and get to know her better, too.

“I’m kidding.” She laughs again, but it’s more unrestrained this time around. Then she looks around the bar at her crew mates, and back at you. “Come on, y/n. Let me introduce you to the others.”

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #x reader #nico robin #robin x reader #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #straw hat pirates #straw hats x reader

[sinofwriting]

This sooo late but for your wip game might I know more about

Lost then Found - Logan Sargeant, Charles Leclerc/Reader/Max Verstappen

All I know (I think I messed up the name to that) or anything Logan Sargeant

@ireadthensuetheauthors

It is never too late for WIP game! (also hi @ireadthensuetheauthors, how have you been?).

Okay, so there's 3 Logan fics listed and lets talk about them in alphabetical order under the cut

Despite It All - Logan Sargeant

So, Despite It All sees us with Max, his bestfriend (reader doesn't have a nickname atm), and her son Sawyer. And everyone and their mother is convinced that one: her and Max are together and two: that Max is Sawyer's father. The only people that don't are Max's family, Daniel, Max's boyfriend Charles (lestappen is canon in this fic), and Charles family.

Now reason for this is because when she found out she was pregnant, Sawyer's dad ditched and Max was already stepping up to help his best friend out but after finding out it was a boy, he stepped up, stepped up, wanting to make sure that Sawyer always knew how to treat not just girls/women but his momma.

And Logan watches Max with her and Sawyer and can't help but wish it was him instead. (happy ending I promise)

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Logan Boob Smut Blurb

Here's a small snippet: His hands grasp at her hips as she continues to adjust, letting his lips trail down her neck until he finally reaches the whole reason for getting her in his lap.

Her tits.

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Lost Then Found - Logan Sargeant, Charles Leclerc/Reader/Max Verstappen

This fic is messy!!! Basically reader is Arthur's best friend and becomes close with Charles and Max and they become a trio of sorts and she grows feelings for them. And then Max and Charles tell her that they are dating so she pulls away, wanting to one let the new couple have space, but also to move on from them both. Which leads Arthur setting her up with Logan.

Snippet: She doesn’t bother knocking on Arthur’s door, he had told her that if she wasn’t going to let him pick her back up that’d he keep the door unlocked for her so she could come straight to him after her date.

“Thur.” She calls, setting her purse down on the kitchen counter. “I’m back, all safe and sound.” She rounds the kitchen counter, opening his fridge and stealing a beer before making her way to the living room and plopping down on his couch. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she can’t help but remember how excited Logan had gotten when he realized that her dress had pockets. The fresh memory, barely seven hours old, has her grinning again.

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I haven't started writing Despite It All yet, hence no snippet, but I'm very excited to eventually start writing it once I get a few WIP's that I've already gotten a few hundred words down for, lol.

Hope you liked it and if you or anyone wants to know more about any of these WIPs are any of the others one listed in the linked post, send me an ask!

#sin answers #sins wips #logan sargeant imagine

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

18 and 19 for va’Renan and Noya!! And also 9 for Noya and June <3

[ask game]

Heyy, thanks for the ask! :]

18. What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Var'renan: That they probably have a kid??? I thought Morri wouldn't have Kieran since Renan refused the ritual but sb told me she still has him when the Warden sleeps with her at any time so uh. Yeah. Haven't sat down and thought about it properly yet though. (also, still need to play Witch Hunt)

Noya: That she and Zev maybe become an item some time after the Blight? Not set in stone but in one version of events it could happen i think

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Var'renan: That since Tamlen was the one with a troublemaker reputation, whenever Renan did something and people automatically assumed it was Tamlen he'd get insufferably smug about it.

Noya: That she is very eager to try out and learn new things

(i don't really have One Favourite Thing about them so i just picked something i like abt them x'd)

9. Are they based off of you, in some way? 

Isn't every oc? xdd But to name some things i have in common with them...

Noya: Being short xD Their "the more i fail the more determined i get to succeed" mentality. Their brand of humour. The tendency to talk too loud. Her love for drawing :)

June: The ADHD. Her having a hard time with social graces. Her general logic/way of problem solving. Her vocal range kinda? Also again being short lol. Tho her body type is closest to mine out of the bunch.

#the Actual most recent thing for noya was a bit darker so i opted to not answer with that one fsdfjlk #but yeah idk she and zev werent Super close during the blight but they bonded afterwards over grieving #& zev hanging around a bit before deciding what he wanted to do with himself now #and i can see them meshing well? but havent thought abt it in too much detail #in general i admittedly havent thought out much abt noya (or survives-the-battle timeline renan) in a hot minute #(at least not beyond the timeline of the base game) #but i Will play thru the dlcs at some point and then they will be back on the brain!! #but ye n e ways thank you again! <3 #oc ask game/ my answers #my ocs #oc: noya tabris #oc: var'renan mahariel #oc: june trevelyan

[wordsbymae]

Soooo, I've been watching a lot of God of War Ragnarök gameplay, and now I've got Vikings on the brain. Especially Thor from the game, the way he's built has me kicking my feet lol. Anyways I think that maybe the reader was a part of a small village that wasn't worth all that much, and they get taken as a prize by the Vikings, maybe for use as labor, etc. One of the raiders decides to present them to their leader because he's got the best pick out of all the loot. So he decides that he's going to take them as his spouse. Of course, as a Viking, you're on the move for a portion of the year, so he goes and stashes his darling in another village, and threatens them into taking care of the darling for him. Because they're doing this out of fear, they're doing the bare minimum, so the reader is working themselves to death trying to do all the household chores, with hardly any help because the villagers resent them. They had hardly gotten a glimpse of their new "husband" before he had to leave, but based on rumors, they hear that he's a terrifying warrior, a hard, ruthless man, and the reader is very afraid because someone who sounds like that doesn't seem like they would be lenient about having an unclean house, or a disobedient partner. Eventually, after several months of him being away at sea, he comes back. And based on appearance alone, he's everything that the reader thought that he would be. But I think it would be kinda endearing if the reader hears off in the distance, their husband calling for hot water for him to bathe because he doesn't want to greet his new partner with the dirt and filth of his profession, and his clean clothes make him look almost tame. I'm imagining it's winter, and when he gets inside he notices that there's no firewood, and when he asks the reader why, they shakily admit that they haven't had the time, between keeping the house clean and cooking for themselves, and the townspeople were always so busy. And the viking is livid at that because not only did he threaten them he paid them money for their silence. He's quietly plotting his revenge, because hard labor is not the life for *his* spouse of all people. He's an older man, journeying like this has taken a toll on him and he just wants to settle down.

Random bulletpoints that I just wanna talk about:

When he comes home to the reader, he's inwardly nervous because he's been practicing saying their name because they come from different lands.

The reader gets a little drunk off of some wine he brought from his travels, and he delights in how giggly it makes them, in contrast to the apprehension from when he first arrived.

He's just big, everywhere. I mentioned Thor earlier, go look at him and tell me that I'm wrong XD.

I also think it'd be funny if he constantly jokes about how old he is.

Thanks for hearing me out! It feels like I wrote a whole novel in here.

Oh my goodness I love this so much! I have only seen snippets of God of War but I totally agree! Also, I love watching gameplay more than actually playing hehe.

Yes! My favourite trope for fiction is 'war prize', it scratches this itch in my brain just right. Especially when the reader isn't anyone special. Their not royal, not nobel, or they don't even have valuable skills, the Viking just saw them once and went, 'i want that pathetic looking one' (affectionately).

Poor reader! having to take care of a massive household by themselves. Quick question! Since the Viking wants to take them as their spouse, was there a ceremony? Or does the reader have no idea they are meant to be married to the Viking, or does the reader know they're meant to be married but technically they aren't yet, which would be the saddest for the reader cause 'legally' they could leave but the rumours they hear of this ruthless and bloodthirsty man (as you said) force the reader to stay and play spouse.

I like that you said the villagers resent the reader, cause they were threatened by this giant, vicious Viking. None of the villagers wants to talk to the reader, or even help them, so the poor reader is so lonely :(

I also love that reader didn't get to really meet or know their new husband! They are so terrified of him returning that they clean stress every day.

I love love love the fact he wants to be clean for the reader. Like you said he wants to be seen as less terrifying (which is hard) for his new spouse. Ohhh! When he asks them for the firewood, reader would be so scared and kicking themselves for not having the time. But he is so polite! and kind! and while he does seem to be really really mad it is directed at the village so the reader can take a moment to calm themselves.

I am such a sucker for the whole bloodthirsty warrior settling down trope with a pretty spouse. Like yes, go be a domestic man!!!!!! It's so good.

AAAAAAAAA! Those dot points???? I love them to death! The one about practising their name is sooooo cute, especially when you remember that they didn't really meet so either the reader only said it once and he's been obsessed with it since then or he had to ask the slaves they captured from the reader's village for their name. either way, I'm obsessed!

Reader all giggly???? and him just sitting there in awe at how lovely they look, red-faced and with a dopey smile. He would love how different they acted around him, now longer walking on eggshells but they are finally acting themselves. He nearly passes out when the reader jokingly sits on his lap and kisses his cheek, and the reader complains about his dagger sheath digging into them.

SZA says it right by saying I need a big boy. He is so big that reader, even though they might have been quite big or tall themselves, still has to crane their head up to try and make eye contact, and when they are kneading dough and he comes up behind them to close them in and they feel so small against him. You already know my mind is rushing towards the gutter but I'll leave those thoughts for now unless you want them then please just ask and you will receive ;)

Hehe yeah, he keeps making all these jokes about being old and it stresses the reader out cause he acts like he's on death's door.

I loved this so much! That is ok! I should be thanking you! This made my day!

Lots of love

mae xx

#mae answers #lily :) #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #oc #yandere fantasy

[39oa]

hi! i’m slowly getting interested in f1 but i don’t really know how to start. so i was wondering if you had any content to recommend (except for the races of course) to get into the fandom, or anything else that could help, really.. thanks :)

oh anon i would love to help!!! are there any drivers/teams you're already particularly fond of or things you want to learn more about? i feel like it'd be easier to narrow down content if i understood your interests better since it's really something you can mold entirely to your own tastes and there are a million different ways to Enjoy and Consume the sport LOL. tbh i call myself an f1 fan but i mostly just rep oscar and in reality enjoy junior formulae more as a whole because i find the process of getting to f1 more intriguing than actually being in it... so it's really whatever you make of it! i'll try to divide my notes categorically so hopefully that helps a little bit but lmk if there's anything specific you're looking for :') and as always apologies in advance for my rambling 💔

getting into the actual sport

having a baseline understanding of the sport is obviously useful but i'm not sure how much you already know so i'll assume you can find super basic info about how seasons and points work! if you want to delve just a Bit further then:

i think chain bear is a decent youtube channel for easy explanations on some technical aspects and little things you may not have picked up on yet that will help when watching races

drive to survive is of course Not Great but it can be a nice and quick window into learning names and faces, even if a lot of it is ridiculously simplified or overexaggerated. it's basically like using duolingo for learning a new language in that it should be regarded as a semi-reliable supplemental material readily packaged for convenient consumption. if there are specific drivers you're interested in you can always pick and choose eps to consume decent Background Lore for, e.g. you can just watch s1e8 if you're a sharl fan

honestly not to shill for official f1 media but i do think f1tv is a pretty decent streaming platform when getting into the sport... definitely not saying you should subscribe to it (if it's even available in your country!) but just as an aside and maybe for future reference i do believe it's very friendly for new watchers because live races have different feeds that let you track race data (gaps, tyre usage, granular sector data during quali, etc.) and it also lets you switch between driver onboards which can be cool. moreover it has pre-race/post-race shows, technical analyses, archives of past seasons, all the f2/f3 content, documentaries, etc. so it's a pretty complete package! although a good amount of stuff gets x-posted to the official youtube channel so it's not a big deal

if you like podcasts, i think beyond the grid is cool because it has a fun variety of interviews (current drivers, retired drivers, tps, engineers, etc.) about both past and current events so you can basically seek out whatever you're interested in learning more about. otherwise i don't really listen to f1 podcasts regularly because i have weirdly low patience for them compared to hockey, but my friend told me that shift+f1 does yearly primers so that could be something useful to check out! (here's the 2023 season preview, i haven't checked it out but i thought i'd link anyway)

keeping up with news

obviously an important part of fandom is trying to keep up with current affairs, so if you haven't already then i would of course follow the f1 youtube channel + twitter account (or whatever other social media you use), f1 nowadays is extremely effective at marketing itself so it's not like hockey where you're fighting for your life waiting for the unfunniest puck personality video in existence to drop every 8 months. not that all f1 driver content is necessarily funny but there's probably a touch more investment in maintaining the illusion! anyway.

if you use reddit then r/formula1 is honestly probably the best aggregate source of f1 news and up-to-date info, i don't read everything there but it's pretty useful and easy to navigate. plus sometimes when i want to cause myself irreparable psychic damage from something that already pissed me off i can venture into a 500-comment section to get my blood boiling even more... 10/10 would recommend

other than that it's really like — follow official channels for any other drivers or teams you're fond of tbh, i do have a few motorsports journalists in my twitter list but since i respect the fact that some people don't enjoy endless news spam i'd maybe just recommend chris medland if you want a succinct live feed during races for the moment? f1 journalism is kind of godless so you don't *need* to follow that many reporters on a whole.

driver personality content

unfortunately i'll be showing my age when i say i don't have a tiktok account but now that i think about it that's probably a great source of information because it seems like f1 fandom is thriving over there!!! regardless the official f1 youtube does have a lot of little driver personality videos you can watch to get to know them more, and again i'd recommend checking out official team + driver channels for more tailored longform content. for ex just from very recent mcl fan pov they have an unboxed series with behind the scenes of select races and also loads of fun minigame content; every team should have at least SOMETHING to nibble on but certain teams are definitely more marketing-savvy than others (aka big 3 + mcl) 🥲

official f1: f1 has a yearly series called grill the grid with just mini quizzes that all the drivers compete in, some are less interesting but it's overall not bad content. the channel has a playlist for the 2021 gtgs which includes the iconic sebvettel world champion video LOL... actually if you sort the f1 channel by Most Viewed there are probably some fun classic videos in there (looking now it's a lot of crashes but you can ignore those lol), like press conference highlights and other convenient top 10 lists. for a random rec i was just nostalgically revisiting the 2019 rookie of the year video and it was getting to me a little bit!

sky sports f1 will also occasionally have good interview/inside content that you can check out, a lot of it is geolocked though (same with canal+ content in france). but for example i felt so much experiencing this random alex interview from last week... he is truly guy of this world

fan compilations: again if there are any drivers you like then you can just search up their names and there will be a ton of comps with Funny MomentsTM, sometimes it helps to just pick a guy and see how you feel about him as you consume content because your true interests will organically develop and surface eventually... sorry i feel like i'm writing a manifesto on fandom in general which is definitely not what you asked for LOL. but like twitch quartet (aka charles, george, alex, and lando) have a ton of silly streaming highlights you can find on youtube, lando has a gaming company called quadrant that he does videos with which can be uhhh hit or miss depending on how much you enjoy Lad Culture, etc...

really it's so easy to get hyperspecific with content once you pick a team or driver so i'm not sure what else to recommend on a general level but that's what i've got off the top of my head! fandom definitely skews a lot toward rb/merc/fer/mcl so it's easiest to consume both video content and fic for them, but if you're willing to go trawling for interviews then you can really get invested in anyone... fandom culture also varies so wildly depending on how you follow the sport and which drivers you invest in emotionally. my closest friend is a "chirlie" as they say and it really is an experience rife with organizational trauma and TFW You're Beholden To The Stranglehold Of Your Legacy so that's always a great pick if you're craving maximum narrative evisceration, or if you're in it for the fic then you could literally just get really into maxiel, but i'm basically chilling in my land of rookie stonks and sit down to watch non-mcl content maybe once a month.

honestly i only follow like 3.5 f1 fans on tumblr because i'm objectively terrified by the size of the fandom HLSHDFLKH so i mostly consume things in a vacuum and talk to like one friend 😭 but there loads of cool creators out here and you can always find a few gifmakers/fanartists/etc. and just follow the rabbit hole from there!!! best of luck and hope this helps >__<

#a

[balkanbitch]

Alright so a bit ago I said I was gonna write a 2012 and rise crossover fic where the mikey's switch places

This is basically just the first chapter lol

But first notes:

I don't have a beta reader so I'm kinda using this as my beta reader before I post it to ao3

It does not have a title yet

I read over this once for spelling mistakes so it's not gonna be perfect

I don't write fanfiction super often so if this rough please bare with me lol

This is the second time posting my work so yeah be nice please

This has more chapters in the works that may be posted who knows lol

Part 2

Trigger warning: mentions of head wounds, paranoid thoughts, drugging, forcefully drugging someone (it's not that graphic and it's like a paragraph at the end), restraining someone

Portals where a weird thing.

Like most magic it seemed to be triggered by emotions. Which is fine, okay, great even! But it was also some how triggered by just running at your sibling who can also use to give them a hug while you have a mystic fritz? A lot less fine, okay, great. Then said mystic fritz flings you across New York in an alleyway all alone with a head wound and completely drained of mystic energy?

Really not fine, okay, great.

Oh not to mention the alley way was dark. Mikey was use to the streets being lined with lights and people. But as Mikey layed on the ground all he could think about was how dreary everything looked. Granted he could only really lay on his back and look up but everything just felt off. There where no vibrant lights nor people chatter. It was dead silent except the occasional car passing by. 

How long has Mikey been here again?

Maybe he was in Jersey? That would explain the melancholy atmosphere. Also why his brothers where taking so long to find him, with Donnie trackers they should find him in no time!

Right?

They wouldn't just leave him out here! Like it really shouldn't take them this long? Maybe hes just being paranoid! They would be here any second! Unless something happened to them on there way here? That's a possibility. Like they were attacked and taking care of the the attacker! Yeah that's probably what happened. There was no reason to freak out just yet.

Unless they got hurt trying to find him making it his fault they got hurt.

As Mikey tries to not spiral. He can faintly hear foots steps on the roof near by. His brothers have finally come! Mikey slowly pushes himself up in to a sitting position ignoring the dull throb in the back of his head.

He sits up just in time to see three figures set down at the mouth of the alleyway.

The silhouettes didn't look anything like his brothers. For one, none of them where big enough to be Raph. They all seemed to be a similar height expect for on figure that was taller and lankyer than the rest.

"An energy spike came from right here." The tallest said holding some kind of device in their hand.

"Well I don't see any weird krang stuff so this whole mission was a bust. Can we go home now?" The shortest figure complained.

Krang?

Mikey could feel his breathing pick up for a second and the scars on his arm start to burn.

'Deep breaths Mikey' he told himself and quickly got his breathing under control so he could continue to listen in on the strangers.

"Not necessarily, this energy is different than the krangs I haven't seen anything like it!" The tallest amused as they continued to press the buttons on their device.

The medium height didn't say anything. Deep in thought tilting there head to look at the roof.

"Hey isn't this the area Mikey was suppose to be watching?" The medium finally said.

Mikey breathing hitched. Did they know someone else named Mikey? How common was that name exactly?

"Yeah so?" The short one commented.

"So? Don't you think we should have seen him on our way over?" The medium responded.

"Leo relax Mikey probably just got distracted by something I'm sure hes just fine." The tall figure said as they continued to push away at there device.

The medium figure didn't look convinced turning his head to look deeper in to the alleyway. Mikey as quietly as he could tried to pull himself backwards to make sure the figure could not see him. Something about the way the medium figure scanned around made Mikey feel nervous.

Unfortunately for Mikey just as he was making his way slowly backwards he bumped in to an unseen trash can.

Shit.

Immediately the two other figures snapped there heads towards where Mikey resided.

Fucking shit.

Slowly the medium figure made there way to the back of the alleyway swords, that Mikey had not previously noticed, drawn. Mikey held his breath. Their head, already injured, pounding from banging in to the trash can. He couldn't think of a way out. He closed his eyes hoping that the white eyed figure would take mercy on him.

"Mikey?" The figure in front of him said. The sound of of his swords being sheathed could be heard. As two sets of foot steps came down the alleyway.

What?

"What the hell are you doing just sitting in an alleyway and eavesdropping come on move your shell and let's go home." The short figure said.

Mikey, still with his eyes closed, shook his head.

"No." Mikey replied. Dad taught them to never go anywhere with strangers and Mikey was gonna follow that rule so help him.

"What do you mean no?" The short one questioned.

"I don't know who you are." Mikey replied holding back the urge to cry.

"Mikey we're your brothers of course you know who we are!" The tall one said his voice rising in pitch at the end of his phrase.

Mikey finally got the courage to open his eyes he was met with three turtle yokai. The tallest wore a purple bandana and was still holding the device he saw earlier. The medium one wore a blue bandanna and stared at Mikey with matching blue eyes. The shortest had a red bandanna with their arms crossed over their chest in clear frustration.

They all looked like cheap knockoffs of his own brothers. Wannabes. It hit Mikey that this could very easily be a way for one of there villains trying to manipulate Mikey in to coming with them! Fear started to build inside Mikey at the revelation as he looked directly at the imposters.

"You are not my brothers." Mikey attempted to shout out but ended up sounding closer to a whimper.

"What the hell do you mean where not your brothers! Mikey what kinda bullshit is that!" Imposter Raph growled out aggressively, their seemed to be an extra layer of hurt under the words.

"Mikey I can assure you we are your brothers." Knock off Leo said taking a step forward towards Mikey. Assuming a similar tone someone might take when trying to tame a wild animal.

Mikey pulled himself further back into the garbage cans even as the pain in his head started to increase.

Imposter Donnie put a hand on Leo shoulder and pointed to right near Mikey shoulder.

Impsoter Leo eyes widened as he turned back to Donnie. Imposter Raph seemed to also notice what ever was happening on Mikey shoulder that everyone but Mikey seemed to know about.

"Shit." Imposter Raph said voice noticeably calmer.

"Shit is right." Imposter Donnie said. "He could be suffering some sort of brain damage or amnesia."

"What's the best thing to do Donnie?" Imposter Leo asked.

Imposter Donnie thought for a second before replying.

"We need to get him to the lair as quick as possible with as little struggle as possible. He clearly doesn't recognize us so we have to get him to come with us peacefully." Donnie stated.

"And what happens if he doesn't come with us peacefully?" Imposter Raph asked.

"Well I have a sedative it would put someone to sleep like that." He snaps his fingers to demonstrate his point. "But it would be better to keep him awake until we know the extent of his injuries." Imposter Donnie finished.

Like hell if Mikey was gonna let himself be drugged by some fakes of his family! He quickly pulled himself on to his feet causing him to wobble before he regained him balance. His head felt wishy washy but he could still walk.

The other turtles seem to notice his attempts of an escape cause they immediately started to crowd him, urging him to sit and think for a second. He didn't listen he kept trudging along and ignoring them as the pain in his head became worse. Until he had almost reached the exit of the alley.

When he felt arms lock around his own and drag him backwards. He wasn't about to go down without some kind of fight.

Mikey screamed and kicked wildly at the figure behind him scratching at whatever skin he could get his hands on. He felt another person try to restrain his legs. He reached for the face of the person in front of him in a attempt to scratch them. But his struggle was useless as he felt his legs be held down and than the upper part of his body be pushed with it.

He felt his head smash back down on to the pavement that made him cry in agony, tears rolled down his face. He could hear someone say something along the lines of 'be careful with his head', followed by a 'hold him steady'. As his struggle contuined he could feel something sharp prick his neck. He cried out for his real brothers to come and help him and fix all of this before losing consciousness.

#i want to post this to ao3 but that scares the shit out of me soooo #i tried to keep all characters as in character as possible lol #rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles season 3 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of the turtles #rise movie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie #crossover #tmnt crossover #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #rise mikey #rottmnt mikey #michaelangelo #mikey #donatello #raphael #leonardo #fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #rise fanfic #donnie #leo #raph #2012 leo #2012 donnie #2012 raph

[foursidecity]

What are your new OCs' names and do they have any lore yet?

I'm still working on names!!! But I do have some lore for them^^ their all around 19/20(so college aged)

Moriahs the only one with a name so far since I've had her awhile^^(she/her) I originally made her after reading the discworld book Mort because I think personifications of death are cool and thought it'd be fun to make a princess-like character that takes up the mantle.

Although rather than becomming a literal personification of death I think she'll have more of the themeing after she picks up the scythe for the first time and tries to weild it for good (for example freeing souls instead of trapping them )

I dont have a solid location these characters meet up/hang out or anything, but this guy (he/him) works in some sort of niche shop. He's really tired alot of the time and uses a cane and is probably trying to figure out what he wants to do in school/if he can even muster up the energy to go lol. I have a concept in my brain of him eventually getting a magic sword or staff or something that he can transform into his cane and back whenever he needs one or the other (either way all of them are pretty useful to lean on)

They/them I think their funny. A little silly. The hype man of the group. I haven't thought about them enough yet :[ but their one of my faves to draw so far I have so many doodles of them in my sketchbook :)

This is historiaster!!! I also call him gleebus because he's full of glee :] he's relaly interested in humans/anthropology and travels to the surface more often than he probably should to go dumpster diving(wich is probably how the others befriend him hehe)

#knicknacks #mailtime #ty for aksing abiut them i love talking about my guys :] creachures

[starchild--27]

Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: @flaredpantsagenda thank you Mon!! it's been ages since i last did one of these ^-^

Name(s): Selma, Selmi, starchild - whatever you want to call me is fine ^-^ (i have no cool internet name besides 'starchild', maybe i should make one up 🤔)

Pronouns: she/her, but i am fine with any :D

Star Sign: taurus

# Of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): one younger sister who is the best person i know and who -sometimes- people think is my twin? 90% of the people don't see it, but these other 10% keep popping up... (that was the fun fact btw)

# Of Pets: one cat who lives with my parents. he is my son.

Fandoms: i'm most actively involved in my kpop bubble rn (EXO, Stray Kids, aespa mostly atm). also, if you scroll through my blog for 3 seconds, you will see a lot of Good Omens as well. but there are a lot of fandoms i am occasionally or have been very involved in. i still consider myself part of the Percy Jackson fandom (tho i haven't seen the new series yet 🙈), i love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter (in the JKR loathing and practicing a critical gaze kind of way), i love the neil gaiman universes, i loved the Grishaverse books, my favorite manga is The Case Study of Vanitas and so on and so on... i've been into a lot of things and still feel like i missed out on so many cool other fandoms xD

Favorite Color: blue 🌠

Favorite Song: if i was asked this at gun point, i would be dead- (sorry, i have a hard time picking favourites anyway, and for that one i gave up trying long ago)

Favorite Author: again. there is no way i can pick a favourite. lol sorry for being boring like that but it is what it is. the author i read the most books of might be Haruki Murakami but i wouldn't say i prefer him for any particular reason, i love other writers and their stories just the same amount and for entirely different reasons.

Hobbies: making up stories, chatting with friends, hanging out in tumblr, making music, reading (i wish i did it more again these days..)

Favorite Holiday: 🎃👻

Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: in crime? sure, my besties and group of friends. romantic? nope. (and i am overthinking that)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: i've been into crocheting lately. and made my sister a clown opossum for christmas, which i finished 7pm on christmas eve (bc ofc it was a last minute idea). the most parts i did while binge-watching broadchurch. twice. pro tip: have better time management than i do. xD

Tagging: @vampwrrr @soft-jihoonie @dontbotheraziraphale @groovystrangerree and every mutual and non-mutual who want to do this ^~^

#tag game #i've been thinking #maybe i should make 'salem' my fake internet name 🤔 #it's an anagram of my actual name it's witchy it's gender neutral / ambiguous it is sort of perfect actually-

[moonlightknightess]

Hiii

nice to see you back ❤️ thank you for answering my ask .

I’m interested in eremikasaha kids , can I get smn for them ( not all of them just one or two ) idk honestly some cute family moments like first step or birth

Hello! Kinda weird how im answering this asks months later and yet it feels fitting with the whole coming back thing 😅 makes me feel a bit guilty about it ngl Now, EreMikaSasha with Kids are something else! I haven't really give it too much of a thought when I first started writing about them but I can totally see it! both cuz Mikasa has always had this family aura surrounding her (and there is no way she is going through life without enjoying the wondars of a family she was denied at such a young age 😔) and cuz I can totally see Eren and Sasha struggling way to hard with the whole parenting thing, which gives me the giggles ngl 🤭

Their first borns have to be a pair pretty beautiful girls! Firstly cuz I said so and sencondly cuz Eren gives me the vibes of being a girl's father 😖

They are both conceived and born on the same day, just hours apart, mainly cuz Eren's horny ass found it arousing to do it like that 😤 (it quickly bites him in the butt cuz dealing with two pregnant women at the same time is no joke lol, he was forced to become their malewife in order to help them 😂)

They all are a mess of tears when their are finnally born into this world (pun intended) both Mikasa and Sasha at the verge of passing out as their welcome their Kids for the first time by calling their names, Carla and Natasha respectively 🥺

The more they grow, the more they realizar them both are literal carbon copies from their respectives mothers! Like Carla would get obvious oriental features resenbmling her mother, and Natasha's reedish hair it's an obvious tell of Sasha's 😂 the only reason he knows they are his children it's cuz they both got they emerald like eyes! Which they rock flawlessly!

They personalities also rubbed on them because Carla will be the quietest of the babies, hardly ever cries, let alone make a single sound, while Natasha on the other hand is a whole different deal, would show her amusement at any small thing that happens in front of her by laughing or gasping, and will get startled by the smallest of noises, crying out loud for her mommy to sing lullabies till she sleeps again!

For that reason Natasha is the first to say her first words in between the two of them! a single "Ma!" that she says right after Sasha comes to pick her up that has her almost sobbing on the spot, barely able to call for Mikasa and Eren to flex on them how her little one said her first words!

When it comes to more important things in the matter of parenting they are all a mess, some of them more than others, but in the end they are all new to this life changing commitments, and so they are bound to make some mistakes

Mostly cuz Eren would be way too overprotective over his children whenever they interact with other kids at the local playground, or simply when they interact with their enviroment, like preventing them from doing harmless things as playing with grass or interrupting the fun they would have with other kids whenever he sees them stained with something, and obvious reflex he took from his mother (oh how tables have turned 🤣)

Sasha would be a bit careless on the other hand, since she grew up with a father that made her learn about the world by letting her figure things on her own, leting pass things such as let them try to eat anything from the floor just so they learn what is ediable and what not, or letting them on their own for way too much time

Mikasa would try to be in the middle ground when it comes protecting their kids, a perfect balance of letting them experience things on their own and helping them when they need her, her only flaw coming in the form of her inexperience with dealing with kids

In the end they grew more fitting in the roles of parents as a whole, helping each other by making up for each other flaws, successfully rising a pair of beautiful girls that sooner than later would enjoy their own life (they are still teeagers, their parents are just being dramatic😅), the empty nest syndrome hitting earlier than expected and deciding that they want at least a boy this time 😈

#eremikasasha

[jpeg-dot-jpeg]

4, 11, and 13 for the latest fanfic q&a!! I haven't read the many names of one very special clone boy yet but I am SO EXCITED TO START IT AFTER WORK TODAY!!!

-@bibatboy

!!!! I really hope you like it! I haven't had much time to work on the next chapter yet, but I'm gonna get it outlined today. It requires much more homework studying the source material than originally anticipated lol.

Answers in regard to my latest fic Thermogenesis

4. What’s the most challenging part about posting new/updated work? Do you find posting stressful or invigorating? 

Posting is the fun part for me! I love getting to see the fruits of my labors finally pay off. The hard part is getting a fic to the point where I really feel like it's finished. That, and having to pick tags, write A/Ns, etc.

11. What songs best capture the aesthetic of this work? Did you listen to this song while writing?

I don't usually listen to music when I write, at least not as anything other than white noise, but I think Physical by Dua Lipa is a big vibe for this fic.

13. Are there any cut lines/scenes from this work? Why did you cut them?

There aren't lines or scenes I ended up cutting from this, so in leiu of that, I offer you a sample from the next installment in the series.

Their first date had been a rooftop picnic. It was actually supposed to be an outdoor concert at Robinson park, but that had gotten scrapped because, well - it was Gotham. Then they’d rescheduled for a lovely visit to the aquarium, which also got a raincheck because, once again, Gotham.  At that point, Tim figured they’d just have to pencil something in for the next calendar year.  But then Jason - smart, sweet, impatient Jason - had tracked him down on the tail end of patrol, sat him down several stories above 9th St., procured a basket full of breakfast foods and a thermos of fresh coffee, and said into his comm, “If anyone even thinks about interrupting in the next hour, I will personally fill all of your shoes with peanut butter.” They watched the sunrise while exchanging bites of chocolate croissant and it was the best date Tim had ever been on in his life. On their second date, Jason picked Tim up on his motorcycle and drove them to the Gotham History Museum where he let Tim curl a hand around his elbow and regurgitate all the Mesopotamian fun facts he’d learned in his childhood as they strolled through the gallery. It was tied for the best date he had ever been on in his life. And after Jason drove him back to his apartment, he laid a hand soft against Tim’s jaw and pressed a kiss featherlight to his mouth before fleeing the scene. But he couldn’t get his helmet on fast enough to keep Tim from seeing the adorable blush on his cheeks. The third date had been a slightly more traditional dinner and a movie, except instead of a movie it was a drag show on the east end that had Tim laughing until he wheezed, and for dinner Jason led him down the sketchiest alley he’d ever seen in his life (and Tim had seen a lot of sketchy alleys) to a hole-in-the-wall Filipino restaurant where he gorged himself on the best lumpia ever. And when a mugger stepped out of the shadows during their exit, Tim held Jason’s cup of halo-halo while he disarmed the guy. Jason held out the newly acquired knife as a joking gift to Tim. That knife sat in a box in his closet next to the visitor’s map from the museum and his ticket stub from the drag show. Jason walked Tim home after that and - because it was the third date after all - followed him inside and fucked him into the mattress until he saw stars.

Thanks for the ask!! <3 <3

#bibatboy my beloved #JayTim #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #fic rec #fic update #ask #ask answered #fic teaser

[devondespresso]

WIP Ask Game

tagged by the lovely @itsthestrangestthings and with perfect timing too! I've just finished the outline for the next arc and need to get words down

Rules

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

(per usual I only have my one wip, so I'll be listing scenes from my Steve Henderson AU instead of different files. I'm also listing them with the short details i remember them by because they dont really have names lol)

Scenes

The Old Office (where's dustin's dad?)

Before Bed (we try and fail to talk about important things)

Family Dinner (with a side of overthinking)

Nightmare, but worse (for the love of god just talk about things)

Breakdown in the club(house) (as in the little play fort in dustins backyard)

Snippet

(and tags below)

Most of my work in the last 7 days has been trying to figure out what has been feeling off in some of my scenes i already jotted down, then putting together the outline for my next arc, so im being pretty loose with "words in the past 7 days" Chucks of this snippet were the most I've rewritten recently, but I'm definitely sharing more than just the rewritten parts because i can (Steve and Hopper has been one of my favorite dynamics to explore, especially within the context of the hospital and Hop's background)

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But then a nurse came in, asking if his parents had been notified of his admission. She offered to call if they hadn’t yet, but Hopper promised he would take care of it.

He stood by the wall waiting for someone to pick up on the other line while Steve sat on the side of the bed and El curled up in a guest chair nearby.  Hop stood there listening to several minutes of dialing sounds and voicemail over and over with no sign of stopping.

“If they won't pick up after 5 minutes they're not going to pick up after 10."

Hop glared over.

"Thank you, Harrington, very helpful." he grumbled but still gave up and set the phone back.

“Just tell the nurse they know and don’t worry about it.” he offered, laying back down.

“Yeah and just leave ‘em in the dark about their kid in the damn hospital.” 

“I’ll call them later.”

Hopper huffed from the other side of the room. Steve tried not to focus on it, but after too long of a silence, especially after the building frustration, he had to look over.

Hop stood silent, leaned back against the wall. A mixture of thinking and working through his frustrations.

An unnerving amount of thinking for Hop, and his expressions were harder to read than most, having his own more subtle tells Steve hadn't known him long enough to recognize.

He looked over at Steve, gathering clues or something. Steve shot a face back, asking for an explanation.

He thought for a moment, then crossed his arms and walked over to him.

“Why don’t you want anyone here?”

Steve scooted back, sat up and crossed his arms back.

“Because it’s not that big of a deal-”

“That's a load of bull.”

Steve rolled his eyes, projecting annoyance to say This is not going to go anywhere.

“I’ve already dealt with a concussion on my own before and, surprise, it was fine.”

“That’s not it.” he said slow and cold: the tone he used to shut down that argument with Mike. “Tell me why.”

“I told you!” he said, pushing down more nerves to throw that tone back at him.

"No, you haven't."

"Well, what do you want me to say!"

“The truth, Harrington!” he yelled.

Steve froze in place, holding the scowl in place, keeping his eyes glued to Hopper to hide his reaction. Hopper caught himself, sighing and looking away in a self-directed disappointment. Only after the break in tension did Steve look away, staring at the wall.

Calm down, it was an accident. He didn’t mean to.

“I just want to know the truth, kid.” he backed up a good few feet, leaning back against the wall and looking at him firmly, “Because I can’t think of anyone who’d want to be completely alone in a hospital. Let alone a kid.”

He’s not like that, he’s trying not to be. He’s stopped.

His throat was tight and he could feel tears invading his eyes.

Not here, not here, not here

“You trying to prove something?” Hop guessed, taking his silence for stubbornness. He can work with that.

Steve threw a glare at him, getting up and going to the room’s bathroom, putting a lot of effort into appearing completely steady despite the dizziness. Hopper followed.

“Kid, I'm just trying to help.” He said, putting a hand on the door to keep him from opening it.

He’s not gonna drop it. Not trusting his voice to hold, Steve ripped out his wallet and shoved over a business card. Hop took it with his free hand, confusion distracting him enough to let Steve yank the door open and slip inside.

“Harringt-”

He slammed the door right behind him with a loud thud that made his breath catch. He quickly locked it, then held his breath a moment and closed his eyes. Then he breathed out slowly, quietly, and flicked the light on. Waited to hear Hopper’s footsteps leading away from the door back towards the phone before opening his eyes again.

Finally

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Tags

@stobinesque @fag4dykestobin @museumgiftshoperaser @sharpbutsoft @spicysix @blushweddinggowns @marvel-ous-m @alexcharmsyou

(no pressure ofc 💕💕)

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve and hopper #hopper and steve #stevecentric #sad steve harrington #tw trauma #steve harrington has bad parents #devon's steve henderson au #devon thinks sometimes #wip game #wip ask game #wip weekend #wip wednesday