#I’m tired of seeing stale ass takes

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Gravity

Request: See below

Words: 2,393

Warnings: Angst, language, fighting, mentions of divorce (only the term)

Author's Notes: I really don't know why I wrote this one, I think I just needed some angst to get through my own feelings I've been struggling with lately.

“I want you to leave.” You clutched at your chest, your stomach in knots, the tears you tried so hard to hold back now falling freely. The only thing saving you was the fact that Jack had his back turned to you, and couldn’t see how much pain you were in. “I’m not going anywhere.” He didn’t even sound angry or frustrated, just done.

“Something is going on with you, and I don’t know how to help you. Or if you even want my help, but we can’t keep going on like this.”

Jack slipped off his sneakers as he settled onto the bed, taking his wallet and phone out of his back pocket, and placing them on the nightstand. He didn’t even get a chance to do this when he first got home, your argument from earlier that day picking up right where it left off when he walked through the door. It was late, you were both tired, but neither were willing to stand down for the sake of your relationship, your egos taking over.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to catch your breath. “Just go to your mom’s for a couple of days. I’ll tell Brooklyn you went on a work trip or something.” You hated that you were even suggesting that Jack should leave, but at this point you just needed some space. You could see his back tense up at your words.

“I said, I’m not going anywhere. If you have such a problem, you can go.” You scoffed, your face heating up from anger. Jack walked over to the closet, emerging back int the bedroom shirtless after a few seconds. He had welts and hives across his chest, the condition flaring up whenever he was stressed.

“You’re barely here anymore, I’m surprised you remembered where you live.” You were ready to exchange blows, not willing to pull any punches.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“When is the last time you were home for dinner, or to put Brooklyn to bed? She asks about you every night, Jack.” You wiped a rogue tear off your face with the back of your hand.

Jack stopped in his tracks. You, Brooklyn, and Aaliyah were always at the forefront of his mind, everything he did was for the three of you, but lately, he had been feeling the pressure of his career growing stale and had been spending a lot of time working on his music. Honestly, the weeks had blurred together, and he hadn’t realized he’d been gone that long. He usually relied on you to see when he was running on fumes and force him to slow down. He knew it was selfish, but everything he did started and ended with you; you had become his guiding light.

“What do you tell her?” He avoided eye contact with you, afraid to look at your face. He knew you were hurting, he didn’t need to see it for any confirmation.

“Do you mean, do I tell her that you care more about your stupid music career than you do your own family? No, I spare her the details.” You words were like venom, with the intention to kill.

“That’s not fair! All of these things you love so much, this house, the clothes you wear, the money that you fuckin’ love to spend”, Jack let out a humorous laugh, “my stupid music career pays for all of it!” He stabbed a finger into his chest, trying to cement his point; you were sure it was going to leave a bruise.” You’ve become pretty accustomed to this lifestyle; I work my ass off to provide for our family, so you don’t have to work.” He could feel his nails digging into the flesh of his palms.

“You don’t think I work? Who takes care of our daughters when you’re away for weeks at a time? Takes Brooklyn to school and to her dance classes, to your parents’ house every week so they can see their grandchildren. It sure as hell isn’t you.” The air in the room was stifling hot, you could barely breathe. You didn’t even know if you truly believed your words, or if you were just saying them to hurt him. You wanted to share this pain with someone else.

“This is the life you chose, Y/N, when you decided to marry me. I didn’t beg you to, you chose to; you don’t get to back out whenever you feel like it.” The silence in the room was daring to be broken, but you were at a loss for words.

“Wow. Just wow, Jack. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. I didn’t realize you felt that way. That I was such a burden to you. You sound like such an asshole.” You pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes, trying to stave off an oncoming headache.

“And you sound jealous.” You both silently decided on the terms of the fight, agreeing not to pull punches, but Jack delivered the final blow. He sucked in a breath, as if he had a futile moment of clarity, immediately regretting the words as they left his mouth.  

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“ he reached out to you, but you backed away, creating more distance between the two of you. “Don’t.” You held up a hand. “Just don’t.” You snapped your head toward the baby monitor at the sound of Aaliyah waking up, no doubt from the shouting match coming from two doors down. You grabbed it from the dresser, gripping it with such force the plastic threatened to snap in your hand.

“I want you gone, tonight.”

****

Jack ended up back at the studio that night, the couch becoming his makeshift bed. He always hated sleeping here, preferring to hold you in the comfort of his own bed, as the cushions felt as hard as a rock, but he didn’t dare to leave. You would have to answer his calls to tell him how much you hated him, so he would have to settle for punishing himself.

He always thought heartbreak was something that love-sick puppies said they experienced when they broke up with their first girlfriend in high school, but he could’ve sworn his heart was literally broke in two. He was always hanging on by a thread, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he never realized how much you were carrying it with him until he was forced to stand on his own.

He shut his eyes tight, twisting his wedding band around his finger. He always promised you that he would never hurt you, that he would be your provider and protector, but he broke those promises in more ways than one. He made you feel like his love was conditional when that was the furthest from the truth.

****

He gave you a couple of days of space like you asked for, each passing day more agonizing than the one before. He spent most of the time just thinking about what he would say when he saw you again, but nothing ever sounded good enough.

He snuck into the house one morning when he was sure you were gone. The house was eerily quiet as he passed by the kitchen, heading toward the living room. “Daddy?” Brooklyn called for Jack as soon as she heard the door open. She rounded the corner, a huge smile on her face at her best friend finally returning home. “I missed you!” She wrapped her arms around his waist, and Jack had to do everything he could not to cry. “I missed you too, baby.” He bent down in front of her, taking her hands in his.

“Did you have a good work trip?” Her face was so innocent. She was of the age where she would believe anything you told her, and that made any lie that much more difficult, even if he thought it was protecting her. “It was good, baby.” He stroked her cheek, giving her the most genuine smile he could muster.

He made eye contact with you at the end of the hall as he stood up, a lump forming in his throat.

You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you, tell you that everything was going to be okay like he did every other time, but it seemed in vain.

“Hey.” You twirled your wedding ring around your finger as he walked closer to you.

He was dying to touch you, kiss you, anything.

“Hi”, he finally edged out, “I didn’t know you would be here. I just needed to grab something, and I’ll be gone.” You nodded, allowing him to walk past you.

“Brooklyn’s teacher asked for a parent-teacher conference tomorrow night. She asked for both of us to be there.” You called after him, not bothering to turn around. Jack stopped, letting out a sigh. “What time?”

“5:30”.

“Ok, I’ll be there.”

****

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually not late.” You gave Brooklyn’s teacher a tight-lipped smile, earning one in return. You looked at the time on your phone; 6:00. Jack was 30 minutes late. You shifted in the tiny plastic chair in front of her desk, pulling at the skin around your nails. “If we need to reschedule we can. I understand that schedules can be hectic.” Her eyes were sympathetic; she could probably see the exhaustion on your face. You hadn’t slept for more than two hours a night since Jack left. “Maybe that’s best.”

Jack busted through the door as you were gathering your things. “I’m so sorry, I just lost track of time.” He was lying; he had spent the last 30 minutes in the parking lot mustering up the courage to come in. Seeing you yesterday had only made things harder, and he wasn’t sure if he could do it again without breaking down.

“That’s okay, Mr. Harlow, please take a seat.” You watched Jack as he sunk down into the chair. His body looked just as worn-out as yours, like this fight was draining him just as much as it was you.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re both here, and I want to assure you that Brooklyn is a very smart and well-behaved child.” You took a breath, the first all day. “I am concerned about her though. She’s been asking to go to the nurse’s office every day for the last week, and while I’ve let her go, the nurse did let me know that she’s been crying and complaining about a stomachache.” You looked at Jack, who’s gaze had been fixed on you the entire time. “Brooklyn hasn’t said anything about being sick when she comes home”, you responded, turning back to her. The teacher nodded in agreement.

“I’ve worked with kids a long time, and I know when they’re truly sick. I kept Brooklyn in for lunch today just to talk with her, and she said that the two of you were going through a divorce. Kids don’t always know how to express themselves with words, so sometimes those feelings will manifest themselves in illness or acting-“.

You held up a hand, stopping her words. “We’re not going through a divorce, I don’t know where she even learned that word.” You shook your head in disbelief, your mind searching for any time she might have heard you and Jack arguing.

“Mrs. Harlow, I’m not here to pry into your personal life, that’s none of my business, but maybe talking with Brooklyn will help to calm any worries. We have another child whose family is going through a tough time right now, and kids don’t always know how to process that information. She may be misreading the situation completely, but she’s a very smart child. I wouldn’t underestimate how much she can internalize.”

****

The two of you walked through the parking lot in silence. You finally allowed yourself to break down when you reached your car. You covered your mouth with both hands as you choked back sobs. “Oh my god, Jack. What have we done?” Jack raked his hands through his hair as he fought back his own tears. “Look, this is my fault. I’m gonna fix this, I promise, baby. I can’t believe I let this happen.” He was hyperventilating, his breathing constricted. You looked up at your husbands face, taking in how shattered he was for the first time since your fight.

“Hey, hey, Jack. Stop, you’re spiraling.” You tried to bring him back, but he was inconsolable. He dropped to his knees, his head in his hands. “I’m so, so sorry, baby.” You lowered yourself down, so you were face to face with him. “Baby, look at me”, you whispered, trying to pull his hands away from his face. “It’s okay.” He stood up suddenly, backing away from you.

“No, it’s not okay. You’re always doing that for me. I fuck things up, and then you put it back together, like it was never broken.” You traced his movements, your eyes watering all over again. “I want to do that for you. That’s what you do for the people you love.” You grabbed his arm, steadying him as he threatened to fall again.

“No. It’s not fair to you. You trusted me and I threw it right back in your face. This family only works because of the things you do. Lord knows I don’t contribute anything to it.”

“Jack, stop”, your voice was stern, forcing him to turn to you. “We both said a lot of things we didn’t mean. I’m sorry too. I know that you’ve been under a lot of pressure, and I didn’t make things any easier on you. You are fantastic husband and father, Brooklyn and Aaliyah need you, they love you so much. I need you.” Your grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“C’mere.” You pulled him into your body, cradling his head as he cried against your shoulder. You allowed your tears to fall silently down your face. “I just wanna come home.” You could barely make out his words as they were muffled against his coat, but they were exactly what you wanted to hear. Your fingers raked through the curls on the back of his head. “I know baby, let’s go home.”

****

Request from anon: Dad jack let’s say jack has been in a bad mood for the past week he hasn’t been home he sleeps wakes up eats and goes to the studio there kid is starting to notice even when jack doesn’t give y/n hello kisses or love bombing her anymore but it’s because she’s upset with him and won’t listen to her saying he needs to slow down and be with the family but there kid learned the new word from there friend which is divorced when there parents are gonna break up there child ends up telling there teacher my mom and dad are getting divorced and the teacher is concerned and calls in a meeting to meet with jack and y/n and ofc jack is late but they were never gonna get a divorce it’s just that jack was over working him self and hearing it from teacher was a wide opening because he fucked up and put work over his family

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[fannyspammy]

Fixing the Yips

Barney Stinson x fem!Reader

18+, hair pulling, fingering, daddy kink, unprotected sex etc

Based on S3E11 “The Yips”

A/N: this came to me while I was rewatching himym and I had to write it down so enjoy

You’d always gotten along with Barney, even though he could be absolutely ridiculous and childish. In fact, it was often your love for fun and adventure that brought you closer— laser tag matches, last minute flights just for a change in scenery, licking the liberty bell…

And you had to admit he was attractive. The suit effect was real, and the fact he wore them every day didn’t stale the fact; you’d never get tired of the sight of him in a suit. Still, you bet he was just as attractive without it. In fact you’d spent a few sleepless nights picturing him suitless, hovering over you (or under you). You were too proud to make a move, though, and although you didn’t know it, Barney was too shy to make a move on you.

But when Barney had run into Rhonda, the woman he’d lost his virginity to, he’d caught a bad case of the yips. You’d never seen Barney this way — so unconfident, so out of it, and you knew the perfect way to fix him.

You walked nervously up to Barney’s apartment, clutching your trench coat in the pockets. Your hair was pinned up loosely, holding your day old curls away from your face, framing it perfectly. When he opened the door he looked surprised to see you. But his face soon returned to its downcast expression as he trudged to the couch and slumped in his seat. His grey sweatpants and blue hoodie were a contrast from how you usually saw him, but you knew you only needed a few minutes to get his confident energy back.

“I heard you had the yips,” you said, stepping out of your heels. He glanced over at you without turning his head. You began to unbutton your coat as you strutted toward him slowly.

“I thought I would help you… fix it,” you said with a gentle bite of your lower lip. Barney turned to look at you, eyeing you up and down as you teasingly pulled back your coat, revealing the flimsy red lace that barely covered your body.

Barney raised his eyebrows. “Y/n what are you doing?” His hands instinctively resting on your thighs as you gently climbed into his lap. Lowering your lips to his ear you whispered, “I told you, I’m helping you.”

With that, you brought your lips to his. The kiss started out sweet and gentle, but soon your tongues were wrestling at a steady pace. Barney tugged on your hair, and you moaned as he pulled your head back, placing sloppy kisses down your neck. Your hair spilled from its pinned position and down over your shoulders as Barney kept pulling your hair and sucking hickies on your neck. You felt a growing wetness in your panties as a sudden need for more of Barney washed over you, and you ground your hips against him to satisfy your craving.

Barney groaned under the movement and you felt him growing under you. You unzipped the hoodie he was wearing and threw it across the room. Wrapping your legs around his waist you pushed your dripping core harder against him and dragged your nails down his chest.

Barney had a hand squeezing your ass and the other freeing your boobs from your bra before squeezing one as his tongue moved toward the other one, teasing the nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking desperately.

“Mmm, Barney, more, please,” you begged, and he obeyed.

He looked up at you, eyes on yours as he continued sucking your breasts and slid a finger past your panties, through the wetness of your folds and began circling your clit. Encouraged by your moans of pleasure he went faster before thrusting 2 fingers in. Curling his fingers slowly, he watched lustfully as your face contorted in pleasure by his own doing.

“You like that, baby? Daddy making you feel good?” Barney purred into your ear as he pawed your breast roughly with his free hand.

“Mmm, yes daddy, so good… please, more,” you praised him.

“Tell daddy what you want.”

“I want — oh!— to feel you — mmm— in me, daddy… mmm please! I want to cum around your cock!” You said between moans.

Flipping you onto your back, Barney flung your legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at your entrance.

He hesitated before pushing into you. “You sure you want this?” he asked.

“Yes daddy please!”

Holding onto your hips he thrust into you, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size before starting a steady pace. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, your cries of pleasure and the slapping of skin on skin. The more you said his name the harder he thrust into you, hand around your throat, other rubbing your clit as your nails raked across his back, sure to leave marks.

Over and over again you called his name, and with every praise the yips left him, until he was back to his confident sexual self. Soon he was flipping you backwards and forwards, fucking you hard in a dozen different positions. You had already come twice, but were quickly brought into round three so Barney could finish.

About an hour later he had you pinned against his large window, arms held tightly above your head with one hand while the other held your leg up so he could pound into you from behind. When he was finally on the brink of his high he released your arms to circle your clit as he came hard in you, white liquid filling your pussy as you came with him, reaching your third high, a loud cry coming from each of you, your names spilling from your lips as he rode you through your high.

When you’d both caught your breath Barney turned you around so you were facing him. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he looked at you for a moment, studying your face before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Thank you,” he said as he pulled away. You smiled at him before meeting him in another kiss.

Then Barney said something he’d never said to another girl.

“Wanna stay the night?”

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[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (78)

Hilarius: So. . . How’s it been-

Wovey: Pie?🥺

Hilarius: Too expensive.

Wovey: But you’re rich!

Hilarius: I wish.

Wovey: Useless.

Hilarius: I’m not-

Wovey: Loser.

Hilarius: Wovey, that’s mean!😭

Wovey: Reaper told me to say that.

Hilarius: Reaper the farmer?!

Reaper: I did not!

Wovey: He also taught me a lot of swear words last night.

Reaper: She’s clearly lying! I’m a decent older brother!

Dill: Doubt.

Reaper: Shut up, Dill!

Bobbin: Reaper, how could you?! She’s just a kid, you farmer!

Reaper: It was Brandy!

Brandy: *jumps out of nowhere* Yes! It was I! Brandy Sharp Candy!

Reaper: See!

Brandy: Now give me your ugly ass shoes, farmer!

Reaper: Ew. Get away from me.

Brandy: Give. Shoes. Now.

Reaper: Be gone, werewolf!

Brandy: *turns to Hilarius* Yo, funny man, toss me your shiny clown shoes right now!

Hilarius: Are you going to bite, chew, and eat them?

Brandy: Duh.

Hilarius: No.

Brandy: Coward!

Hilarius: I’m not-

Brandy: A disowned crybaby clown!

Hilarius: Class Pres! Class Pres, Brandy is bullying me again!😭

Felix: That’s not my problem.

Hilarius: Felix Ravinstill!

Felix: I’m busy!

Hilarius: No, you’re not! You’re literally playing UNO with Coryo, Seji Pie, Panlo, Dill, and Birdy!

Lucy Gray: *randomly slams a card on the floor* UNO! I win again!

Panlo: What?! How?!

Lucy Gray: I’m the best.😌

Dill: You’re the worst.

Lucy Gray: Pay up, Dilly Doll!

Dill: Heck, no! You were cheating!

Lucy Gray: Oh, was I?😏

Sejanus: Dill’s right. You keep hiding your cards under your dress.

Lucy Gray: Jealous?

Sejanus: No, I’m not single.

Dill: Burn.

Lucy Gray: How dare you say that to the Amazing Lucy Gray?!

Sejanus: Coryo and I are married!

Coryo: We’re engaged.

Lucy Gray: Oh, yeah?! Panini Panlo and I are getting married too!

Sejanus: When?

Lucy Gray: After the games!

Panlo: Ew. No. I don’t even know you that much, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: See! My Pablo loves me!

Panlo: Over my stale bread!

Lucy Gray: Pablo, kiss me!😘

Panlo: I’m not kissing a bird!

Lucy Gray: I can sing.

Panlo: So?

Lucy Gray: I’m a rainbow baby.

Dill: Baird, shut up. You’re not even that special.

Lucy Gray: That’s incorrect.😌💅

Dill: You’re incorrect.

Lucy Gray: I’m Covey.

Dill: That doesn’t make sense.

Felix: What’s a Covey?

Coryo: Forest hippies.

Felix: Oh, that explains a lot.

Lucy Gray: I’m the special one, you hear! I’m the singing rainbow bird! I’m the Amazing Lucy Gray Baird!

Reaper: Amazing my ass.🙄

Lucy Gray: And I can fly!

Panlo: Oh, I really wish you can, Baird.

Lucy Gray: Can what?

Panlo: Fly like a bird.

Lucy Gray: Oh, Pablo, you’re so sweet and romantic!🥰

Panlo: I really really wish you can fly far far away from me.

Reaper: I concur.

Lucy Gray: Pablo, why?!😭

Dill: I hope my District sees this.

Hilarius: Don’t worry, Dilly Doll. I’m recording this.

Dill: Nice.

Lucy Gray: I can talk to trees too!

Reaper: That’s not special. Lamina and lumberjack can do that.

Lamina: I can?!

Reaper: That was a joke.

Lamina: I can’t?! *starts crying*

Lucy Gray: I- I can also summon a flock of fat flamingos!

Reaper: Then do it!

Lucy Gray: I’m tired.

Reaper: That’s what I thought.

Lucy Gray: I- I- Well, you’re just a weird loser looking farmer!

Reaper: F*ck you!

Coryo: *slams a wild card* UNO! I win! I win! Snow lands on top!

Sejanus: Oh, my love, my Snow Angel, you’re the best!

Coryo: Of course I am, Babe.

Sejanus: Kiss?😘

Coryo: Later.

Sejanus: 50 bucks. *waves money*

Coryo: Kiss me, my love!😍

Sejanus: Yey! *makes out with Coryo in front of everyone*

Dill: Ugh. Here we go again.

Felix: *sighs* Can’t we just play UNO like normal people?

Reaper: Normal people?! Where?!

Hilarius: Can’t you guys just give poor precious Hilari some pie money already?!😭

Coryo: Precious?

Felix: Pie money?

Wovey: My money.

Hilarius: Anything for Wovey!

Wovey: That’s right!

Bobbin: That’s not fair.

Felix: What’s not fair?

Bobbin: Why does “sweet” little Wovey have her very own Capitol servant and pie money maker henchman?

Felix: So? You have the best jar of Capitol pickles.

Bobbin: But where’s my henchman?!

Felix: Ask Juno.

Bobbin: Over my dead body.

Wovey: No pie, you die.

Hilarius: Seji? Seji Pie?

Sejanus: *is still busy waving his money and making out with Coryo*

Hilarius: Mr. Plinth!

Sejanus: *throws a rock bun at Hilarius* You’re dead to me.

Hilarius: Coryo?

Coryo: I’m poor.

Hilarius: Pablo?🥺

Panlo: I’m just a sandwich maker.

Brandy: *hugs Panlo’s leg* Shoes! I want your fancy shoes, Pan Pan!

Panlo: Get off me, you werewolf!

Brandy: Never! *hugs both legs*

Panlo: Ask Reaper!

Brandy: He’s a farmer!

Panlo: So?

Brandy: He’s also mean and weird.

Lucy Gray: That’s right!

Reaper: I hate you.

Lucy Gray: I love me too.☺️

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[wildbornsiren]

Sweat || Ron 'Slider' Kerner/Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw.

Summary: It's hot and Slider isn't helping.

1,099 words Ron "Slider" Kerner/Nick "Goose" Bradshaw.

Warnings: Sweat, Grinding.

Notes: I really should stop fighting the muses. Thank you so much @writercole for the beta.  I love comments and reblogs, likes make me happy. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most. 

Cross posted to @wbslibrary​ follow there for more fic

(tagging in a few: @lorecraft @green-socks @semperhuggs @antiquitea @skiddit @pollyna @sliderkerner @icemankazansky  )

The air shimmers, heat waves rising off the blacktop. The sun beats down mercilessly, reflecting off the jets. The radio in the corner of the hangar chirps about the heat wave continuing for another four days, at least. Goose is thoroughly convinced that he no longer has a corporeal form but is melting. He’s draped himself over a couple of wooden crates, staring up at the ceiling at the fans that do nothing but move hot, stale air around. Mav’s sitting against one of the crates, and he can feel the vibrations coming from the other man.

 It’s too fuckin’ hot.

 The air boss and command are bickering if training should continue, or end for the day and have an altered schedule until the heat breaks. Which left the rest of the class to find some respite from the hellscape while plans were made. The buildings multiply the heat, packed with other personnel and even shittier fans that do nothing to provide any sort of comfort.

 There’s a tap on his leg, and Nick manages to open an eye. Ron is standing entirely too close, he points to one of Nick’s legs, and he lets it drop from the crate. The other RIO sits down heavily. “Runway is registering 120*” he says.

 “I really don’t want to hear that.” Nick groans, sitting up. There was space between them, but it was still too close. Their flight suits were heavy and hot, in addition to the gear they wore and carried. “I’m about ten minutes from walking into the ocean.”

Mav’s on his feet, pacing back and forth. He’s chewing on his thumb, and if it weren’t so fucking hot, Nick would have told him to calm down. “I’m going to go see if there’s any updates.”

“Yeah, yeah, go find Ice.” Nick snorts. “Arguing with him should help you burn off some energy.”

“Thanks man,” Mav glares at him, “you are so helpful, as always.” He winks over his shoulder as he heads for the main building.

 Ron chuckles, and it’s a nice sound. It draws Nick’s attention, and he continues to watch the other man. His eyes follow the path of a droplet of sweat that runs down Ron’s neck, disappearing under the collar of his flight suit. There’s a sheer sheen on his tanned skin, and Nick shoves his hands into his pockets. The urge to reach out and touch, taste, lick the salt from heated skin is getting to be overwhelming. He swallows hard and looks away.

 “Something wrong Goose?” Ron leans closer. Nick can smell his cologne, the warmth of the day, and under it all something that is distinctly Ron.

 “S’hot.” Nick says, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. “Tired of it.” It’s just the two of them in the hangar, and if anyone chews his ass about not being in uniform, Nick decides he’ll just take it. He unzips the flight suit, twisting out of most of his gear, letting the heavy canvas hang around his hips. It’s only marginally cooler in a sweat stained white t-shirt, but at least now he can breathe.

 Ron does the same, only he’s sitting on the crate shirtless, a crumpled t-shirt next to him. “At least it’ll dry.”

 This, this is far worse, Nick thinks. Sweat rolls down Ron’s neck, between his pecs, his gaze following it onto Ron’s belly. “If you spread it out, maybe.” His voice is thick, words heavy on his tongue. He can’t look away, beads of moisture gathering on Ron’s shoulders, the swell of his bicep, tracing the cording of his muscular arm.

 It's hotter than fuck in the hangar and it’s not just because of the giant flaming murder ball in the sky.

 “Nick.”

 He blinks, drawn out of the most delicious of thoughts when Ron says his name. The other man is standing in front of him, peering owlishly into his face. “You with me?”

 “Yeah, yeah.” Nick says. It’s been too long since they’ve been alone together, too long to be this close and in the open. Classes and training had taken up everything, and they barely managed to sneak hurried kisses, let alone get into what they really wanted. Nick reaches out, fingers tangling in Ron’s damp hair, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s a messy, needful thing, all teeth and tongue, Ron’s calloused hands gripping the slim sliver of skin that peeks out at Nick’s hips. Nick’s other hands glide over heated skin, blunt nails skimming over Ron’s back.

 “I’m worried about you.” Ron rasps, lips brushing Nick’s. “You spaced out for a few minutes.”

 “You’re so goddamn hot.” Nick murmurs, mouth smearing against Ron’s jaw.

 “Everything’s hot, baby.” Ron replies, his head tipping slightly.

 “No, I mean you’re hot. I want to…” Nick exhales, licking a path along Ron’s neck. He’s warm and feels so fucking good under his tongue.

 “Tell me.”

 “Shove you in a cold shower and fuck you until we’re warm again.” His hands settle on Ron’s hips, pulling him closer. Nick leans back on the crate, taking some of Ron’s weight.

 “The one on the third floor?” Ron groans softly, hips rolling as he grinds against Nick. He swipes at his face, wiping his hands on his pants. “Sorry baby don’t mean to drip on you.”

 Nick licks along Ron’s jaw. “You taste so good.” He moans softly. “Yeah, midnight? We should be back in time for 0300 bed check.” They’re both sticky and wet, bodies gliding together. Nick has lost his shirt, and Ron laps at his collarbones. Ron’s hands are hot, too hot, and Nick moves under them like silk. He’s craved this for so long, and he barely registers that they’re in the open, touching, kissing. He grunts when Ron grabs his thigh, wrapping it around his waist, pushing him down onto the crate. He grabs Ron’s dog tags, pulling the warm metal into his mouth, tongue tracing the letters of the name he loves so much.

 “Midnight.” Ron rasps. “I’ll get Mav and Ice riled, so we won’t be followed.” Teeth graze Nick’s throat, his chest, a love bite sinking into his side.  

 The loudspeaker crackles to life, and they jump apart. “All flights, trainings and flight exercises have been canceled for the next 72 hours. Personnel will report to receive alternate duty.” There’s a metallic whine before it falls silent.

 “I’ll be there.” Nick says, grabbing his shirt, pulling it back on. “I promise.”

 Ron yanks him in, forehead pressed to Nick’s. “I’ll see you soon, asshole.”

 “I love you too, darling.” Nick grins.

 /End

#Sloose #Glider #Ron 'Slider' Kerner/Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #shelly writes #Goose Bradshaw #top gun 1986 #Slider Kerner #Ron 'Slider' Kerner #Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw

[alexlesuagz]

(Uhhh so I wrote this a while ago based off of an idea for an alternate ending to S5 Case 52 where the player decides to accompany Jones as he walks home. Have fun reading it, I guess, I’m not that proud of it, but eh. I hope you enjoy!)

(SPOILERS FOR S5 CASE 52 AND TW FOR SEWERSLIDE IMPLICATIONS)

(Also, sorry if any of the canon characters are OOC-)

“A Tough Time Holding Up”

“…I don’t think you should have done that.”

Gloria’s whisper is the only thing keeping the tension in the car from going silent.

And stale.

“Done what?” I ask, my voice a low grumble.

“You know what I mean.” Gloria replies, not even raising her tone.

The silence I give as my response causes her to sigh as we stop at a red light. “Listen. I don’t like Leroux for a lot of reasons, killing Zoe being one of them…but breaking his nose wasn’t-!”

She runs a hand through her hair and groans. “You know what? Whatever. Leroux got sentenced, and his cowardly ass is going to rot in jail for a long time…Zoe’s finally at peace.”

She says the last part with some level of uncertainty. I don’t blame her at all.

There were too many unanswered questions to this case — Leroux’s motive, Zoe’s involvement with Dreamlife, et cetera, et cetera. Gloria and I had to find these explanations fast.

But first, we had to check up on Jones back at the station.

After we park the car in front of that oh-so-familiar blue building we see everyday, I practically barrel out and make a mad dash into the station to find Jones.

I can’t find him anywhere.

Shit, where is he?!

“Jones?” I ask, running over to his desk to see if he’s there.

He isn’t.

“Oh, are you looking for Jones?” Gabriel asks as he sips from a mug of coffee. I nod somewhat frantically in response.

“He’s in the bathroom right now.” He tells me. “I think he’ll be out pretty soon.”

“Ah, alrighty then. Thank you.”

I sit down at Jones’s desk and wait patiently for him to show up.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I hear a door open and close, and Jones walks in from around the corner.

Judging by his physical state alone, he looks better(?) than before - he’s calmer, albeit looking a bit exhausted, and it looks like he had splashed cold water on his face.

“Oh! Hey, Val.”

“Jones! Hey!” I reply as I get out of the chair, making sure to give him a warm and friendly smile. “How are you feeling?”

Jones just gives me some sort of dazed stare in response, and I just look at him right in the eyes, waiting for him to answer my question.

He does not answer my question and instead says, “...I heard you arrested Leroux…for murdering Zoe.”

I flinch at the mention of Leroux, and I nod. “Yup, we did…and I even broke his nose. For, y’know, good measure.” I make a fist with one hand and make a swinging motion to demonstrate, and Jones gives me a half-hearted chuckle.

We stand in silence for a couple of seconds somewhat awkwardly until Jones reaches past me and grabs his jacket from a chair. “...Well, I’d better get going.”

Going?

“Uh, wait, you’re going? If you don’t mind me asking, where, exactly?”

Jones flinches at my question. “Oh, uh…I’m just gonna go home and take a nap. I’m…exhausted.”

…Something about his words feels off to me, but I don’t know what.

“A. A nap?”

“...Yeah, what about it?”

He’s only glancing at me, but I can feel his eyes boring into my soul.

“...Oh, uh, nothing really.” I stammer out, feeling a bit embarrassed with myself.

“...Alrighty, then.” He frowns slightly in response.

“I’m going to take a rest.” Fernando tells me. “I’m…I’m just tired right now.”

Something in my gut is pulling me towards Jones, telling me to make sure nothing bad happens to him.

But how do I help?

I know fuck-all on what to do.

I’m internally panicking, mentally scrabbling around to try to find ideas.

Jones is saying goodbye to Gabriel and Gloria as I’m just standing by his desk like a complete goddamn fool.

“Take care.” Gloria tells Jones with a comforting smile.

“Stay safe, alright?” Gabriel says to Jones, putting his hand on Jones’s shoulder.

Jones flinches at Gabriel’s touch, looking at the floor as he mumbles, “I’ll take care of myself, don’t worry.”

He’s lying.

I don’t even have to look at him, and I know he’s lying.

I don’t know what he’s going through, but all I know is that I have to help him somehow.

But how?

I have no game plan, no nothing.

Jones is heading towards the exit carrying nothing with him, even leaving his jacket by his desk.

…Fuck it, we ball.

I make somewhat of a mad dash at him, grabbing his jacket along the way. “Jones! Wait up!”

“Hm?” Jones turns around to face me, looking more tired now. “What is it now?”

“…Can I walk you home?”

“…What?”

“I- I mean, if you want me to, of course- your home is kinda far away if I remember correctly, and you seem pretty tired right now-”

Jones blinks once. Then twice.

“I- uh- what I was trying to stay, I mean say- is that you could use some company???” I blubber out like a fool.

I immediately brace for incoming rejection.

You know what? If he wants to head home, then that’s alright. Maybe I’m worrying too much about him. I probably am kind of bothering him and distracting him from his own thoughts, after all-

“Sure.”

“W-what?”

Jones gives me a small smile. “Yeah, sure. I think I could use the company right now. So why not?”

“I-”

I almost fucking gape at him like he just told me I won the lottery.

“…Val? You alright?”

“I- uh- yes!” I exclaim with a smile, patting (unintentionally slapping) him on the back. “I’ll- I’ll go get my jacket-!”

“V-Val, you’re wearing your jacket-”

“Ah! Alright! I’ll go ask the Chief for permission to walk you home then!”

I scoot over to Chief Parker’s office and almost kick open the door.

“CHIEF.”

Chief Parker yelps with surprise as she almost drops her papers. “Ah!- Detective Perez, please do not scare me like that again-!”

“Sorry! I- uh- so Jones is going home, can I escort him?” I stammer out.

“…Perez, you have work to do-”

“I know, I know!” I exclaim. “But I’m genuinely worried about Jones, and- and I want to escort him home to keep him company and make sure he feels less alone…”

Chief Parker sighs as her eyes flick around the room. “Pere- Val, listen. I’ve known Jones for a while, and I’m genuinely sure that he’ll get through this…eventually, he just needs a bit of time. He’s…a strong individual…”

“Chief.”

“…and I’m sure that all he just needs is a bit of time to himself to recover mentally.”

“Chief. Chief. Chief.”

“I do understand your concerns, but right now, Jones needs some space alone to breathe, alright? Also, you have other work to do when it comes to investigating Leroux’s claims of Zoe’s telekinesis-”

“Chief!” I shout.

“What?! What is it?!” Chief Parker shouts back.

We’re in a bit of a silent standstill for a moment until I exhale.

“How long have you known Jones?”

“…3 years.” She responds, raising an eyebrow. “Where are you going with this?”

“Well, I’ve known Jones for 5 years, and even I don’t know everything about him.” I reply. “Just because he looks calm right now, it doesn’t mean that nothing’s going on for him. I do also believe he needs some time alone to process everything, but goddamnit, I am VERY sure that he needs comfort and support right now instead!”

A pause. I notice the Chief rubbing her fingers together repeatedly as she looks around for a moment.

“I’ll be fine.” Fernando tells me with an exhausted, slight upturned curve of his lips.

“Trust me.” I say. “I know something’s wrong. Just…PLEASE let me be there for him.”

“Val, I-”

I’m tearing up right now, but I don’t really care. I just need the Chief to understand what the hell I’m saying.

Fuck it. I even get down on my hands and knees and start begging.

“WHOA! Val, HOLD ON-!”

“PLEASE, Chief Parker. I’m worried for him. I just want him to be mentally okay, but I don’t want him to be alone…please, please, please, please, please…”

I look up for a moment at Chief Parker’s shocked expression. “Val, I’m not su-”

“CHIEF, I WILL LICK YOUR SHOE-”

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!” She exclaims, stepping back. “I will let you accompany Jones on his way home, and I’ll ask Gabriel to partner up with Gloria in the meantime.”

“OH, THANK THE GODS-” I almost sob with joy.

“Val, please calm down.”

“-Ah, alright. Sorry.” I get up from the floor and dust myself off. “Anyway, thank you so much, genuinely.”

“It’s no problem.” She replies with a tired smile.

I nod and bid my farewell as I leave her office.

To my dismay (but not surprise), Jones was not where I had last left him.

He was already across the street when I dashed outside like a maniac.

“There you are!” I exclaim, running over to catch up to him.

Jones flinches at the sound of my voice and flips around. “Oh! Val! Heyyyy!” He says nervously.

“I thought I was gonna walk you home! Why’d you leave me in the dust like that, man?”

“You- you were actually serious about that-?”

“Yeah, of course!” I reply. “You’re one of my closest friends, man. I can’t just leave you alone.”

“Oh!” Jones looks pleasantly shocked. “I- thank you.”

“No problem.” I grin at him. “So…do we take public transportation to your home, or-?”

“…Nah, don’t feel like it tonight. I just feel like walking.”

“Ah, alright.”

“…”

“So, your home’s this way-?”

“N-no, no, Val, it’s that way. We’re literally going to Newmark right now, I live all the way in Fairview.”

“Ahh, shit, my bad.”

#criminal case #criminal case the conspiracy #criminal case oc #david jeremiah jones #chief diane parker #valentina perez #gloria hayes #gabriel herrera #zoe kusama mention #louis leroux mention #fernando perez mention #head case #season 5 case 52

[junggunz]

I hear your cry for thirsts I really loved the primal gun and now I’m hyperfixated on primal shit so

Gun absolutely uses a lot of primal for brat taming once he knows you can handle it

Gives you the absolute reason you’ll always be his submissive little bunny. He really likes it the days you really beat out, he wouldn’t care where you are, at home, in the woods. There was one time he brought you to an abandoned school at night, he told you to run and gave you a head start. You wore a tiny little skirt without your panties, leaving you “completely free use” but with plenty of places to hide in the school. But no matter what gun would find you. He turns it into a game, anytime he finds you he punishes you, teased you and if you cum he lets you go and tells you to run again or your punishment would get worse. He keep doing it until your legs were too weak to even get up that he would just completely fuck you stupid- 🍷

YOURE KIDDING ME !!! the idea of free use with Gun makes me so feral 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like even more feral than primal Gun. IM NOT SURE WHETHER TO FEEL PERSONALLY ATTACKED BY UR ASK OR IF IM GLAD YOU GET THE VIBES

In the abandoned school, the air is stale and the building is so creaky; it's a piece of cake for him to follow the trail of your scent that he's so obsessed with and every little move you make is noticeably different from the sounds of the old building settling.

Mind muddled, eyes still not used to the dark, this pattern of "cum and go hide" was taking its toll on you. Your hiding spots are becoming more obvious and you're getting tired running around each floor. When Gun finds you on all fours crouched beneath a desk, he has to hold back the maniacal laugh at the sight of only half your body being and your ass just out and tempting him. Even with the tiny amounts of light leaking through the haphazardly boarded windows, he can see your nectar seeping out of your overworked cunt and decorating your thighs.

"Didn't I tell you to make things at least a little difficult?" The sound of Gun patronizing you makes you jolt in surprise; having no clue when he entered the classroom you were in and not even hearing his footsteps against the floor.

Before you can even fix your mouth to complain for what seems like the millionth time about this fucked up game, you feel Gun get a bruising grip on your hips then pulls you back on his cock. No build up and no foreplay needed, he gives mean, hard thrusts and your hole just greedily sucks him back in every time.

"You're such a fucking pervert." You mutter through your teeth, quietly criticizing him for deciding to play such a depraved game with you; hanging your head lowly and trying to hold back your moans.

"What was that, bunny? I couldn't hear you over your wet pussy swallowing my dick." He responds mockingly as one of his hands reach to grab a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back.

As perverted and depraved Gun's games may have been, you were just as bad him—always so eager to play as the helpless little prey that he wanted to hunt.

#🍷 anon #answered

[coffee-in-veins]

listening to the other’s heartbeat Gimme this one for reymas?

thank you so much for the ask. i’m genuinely sorry it took me so long ^^’

but now those two prompts aligned so incredibly that i finally found the strength and inspiration to write this scene. thank you for this!

an entry for darkest prompts promptober 2022

previous days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

now available on ao3 too

Day 16: The Abyss

Abyss NOUN - a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm; a wide or profound difference between people; a catastrophic situation seen as likely to occur.

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Amidst the thoughts like between the lines It's somewhere there, yet who knows Who can teach me and tell me How can we keep what we have? Nights and days Left their trace in my eyes Tell me Where would this long road take us? This long road -- Nights and days by Okean Elzy

The last torch he managed to scavenge flickered and died out four rooms ago. Fifteen rooms ago, he stumbled into a massacre of his former party and one particular bleeding-out crusader. Nineteen rooms ago, he was left to die, presumed already dead after Paracelsus’ experimental concoction they carried with them for the expedition took his heartbeat and breath away for long enough – probably after reacting wrongly with something mutated in his infected body.

Dismas knew some days were bad, but today was definitely pushing it.

The smell of fresh blood was driving him up the wall – he was starved and slowly losing it, and he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the darkness and his sweetheart being so close with her gravely chill, or because he could feel the blood slowly oozing from Reynauld’s many wounds despite Dis' best attempts at stitching and bandaging them.

He wasn't sure what could wipe out the whole party. Yeah, they were stressed and tired, but there was Junia to keep them afloat with her healing verses and both Barristan and Rey to protect her in turn. Sure it didn't help Dismas himself much in the last battle the party had stumbled into, but... uh. 

Who was he kidding? It was the cursed Estate. Whatever could go wrong here, always did. 

His sweetheart tried to offer her a wreath of dried lilacs, but he had to decline with a pained smile. The rogue still had some kick left in him, and he could drag his feet without her mercy for just a little bit. Especially when his attention was drawn to the quiet, pained groan of the knight he dutifully dragged through the cold guts of the Ruins. Immediately, Dismas gestured his sweetheart to keep her distance and went to check the bandages, trying oh so desperately to keep the precious droplets of blood inside Rey's body, pushing away the crusader's seemingly-inevitable demise - as well as his own temptation. 

After fixing the bandages to the best of his ability, the highwayman hauled Reynauld's hand over his shoulders and helped him up again. Thank fuck and whatever deity there was that Dismas was infected! Without the added strength the Curse provided, he wouldn't be able to even get the oaf up. Thankfully, Rey could step on his own for now, or else they would be screwed. Even with the curse's aid, Dis was nowhere nearly strong enough to carry the zealot out of the cursed Estate, with or without his heavy ass armour. 

At least, his already-mutated eyes could see well enough in the pitch black. 

Still, the Estate became ever more wrong with each and every step he took. Yes, he hated Ruins, hated the stale air of the prison cell he was forced to breathe, the bone dust scraping underneath his boots, the echoes of pain gushed between the stones instead of putty. But whatever was happening made Dismas' hair and sensilla bristle and forced him constantly check over his shoulder or strain his hearing to the point of ringing ears. 

"Where is the white light? I see only blackness..."

Yeah, Rey's feverish delirium didn't help either. 

Fuck. Was he starting to panic? Was it a fit of his carefully concealed crippling claustrophobia? Was it the realisation of his situation finally creeping into his hard noggin? Or was it the worst-case scenario - his senses, screaming bloody murder because something was actually trying to find them and finish the job?

Initially, Dismas tried to will through the clammy clutch of fear, moving his feet with shuffling stubbornness, yet with each step, his ligaments wouldn't stop trembling. The darkness crept over them, palpable and antediluvian, and even his mutated eyes started struggling soon enough. The black was so concentrated that it was becoming hard to breathe, each gulp of air feeling more like a mouthful of cold bile down his parched throat. It was so thick, trudging through it felt like the highwayman was drugging barely conscious Reynauld waist-deep in snow. Shortly after, his teeth started chattering, and the rogue had to grit them just to be able to hear his surroundings. 

When even his sweetheart started fiddling with her shroud and glancing behind them, Dismas lost it. When he managed to glimpse an outline of a sarcophagus in an alcove, the highwayman turned to it, reasoning with his frantic terror that he merely needed a breather before walking any further. In the enveloping darkness, he helped the crusader to lie down and hide behind the engraved stone. 

The darkness was dampening, deafening, overwhelming. 

Fucking hell! The rogue forgot how it felt to be blind in the dark, and now the terror clasped his mind and soul, piercing his guts with icy needles. The highwayman swallowed and reloaded his flintlock - not that it would've helped in such lightless conditions. The habitual motions simply helped him to feel a little less helpless. 

And then it started pushing itself into the too-tight confines of the corridor - if it still was a corridor even - and Dismas forgot such nonsense. 

"Black as hate, this, the darkest of all nights," Reynauld mumbled, tossing in his blood loss-caused fever. Quietly, in instinctive motion of protecting someone he refused to admit he cared about for quite a while now, Dis fell onto the crusader, pressing his babbling mouth shut. The rogue couldn't let it hear them, there was no hope of fighting it, and he froze, afraid to even breathe regularly.

It coiled and churned, warping the space around itself with the natural ease of riding tide. The wet, squishing sound of its shambling filled the air with curls of purplish ink. It festered with lumps of reddish eyes and looped with rings of coiled, barb-covered tentacles. Filling all space, conquering all senses and squashing any sanity, it reigned supreme in the pitch black. 

In his hubris, when his tongue turned into proboscis and his hands sprouted claws, Dismas deemed himself a monster, fit for the cursed Estate. Now, however, when he was hairbreadth from wailing from horror and clawing his eyes out, he was faced first-hand with the arrogance of such assumption.

Nonetheless, even in this bleakness, there was a silver string which was holding together his slipping sanity - Reynauld's slow, irregular, faint heartbeat. 

Despite being whisper-faint and feather-soft, it still was enough to ground the slipping rogue and allow him to remain motionless. The gentle sound was the lifeline Dismas held with tenacious desperation as his senses were assaulted and his sanity was ravaged. 

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

Scrape.

Thump.

Spatter.

Dismas didn't allow himself to close his eyes, watching diligently as the nightmarish creature sloshed past their meagre hiding spot. Once, it stopped, seemingly looking for their presence, and the rogue clutched his useless flintlock. A futile gesture, really. But he knew with doomed resignation that he wouldn't be able to leave Reynauld as bait nor wouldn't be able to win against the darkness incarnate. 

Thankfully, after a moment that left him half-grey, the terror resumed its sloshing movements, pushing past them and coiling into the abyss it carried with itself.

The air grew warmer and the dusk turned into dull flat grey, and yet for the longest time, Dismas couldn't force himself to move, staring blankly into a wall and listening to the quiet, blessed thumping. 

Then a roach fell onto him from the ceiling, scaring the seasoned highwayman nearly to the point of pissing his pants. 

When he stopped dry heaving, the rogue did what he always did best. He concentrated on surviving the moment. Thus, Dismas got up to his shaky feet, grabbed his lucky zealous oaf, hoisted him back over his shoulders again, and wobbled in the opposite direction. He knew he wouldn't be able to find rest in darkness from now on. He knew there was no way he would be able to close his eyes and sleep at night without some light around. Just as he knew there was no amount of treasure and no threat of penalty that would've forced him to follow that thing, even if it was a relatively smart thing to do. 

Apex predators rarely guarded their backs, after all. 

The rogue barely remembered the following day. Sharp pangs of hunger. The maddening smell of blood. Delirious bubbling that he tried to quench at first but hurried to switch gears and began encouraging the moment it started to fade. His own unsteady steps and throbbing pain in his abused joints. 

Yet more than anything, Dismas remembered the sound of the heartbeat that pulled him out of the dark. 

#dd promptober 2022 #dismas #reynauld #Reymas #darkest dungeon #my shoebox of letters #The bloodied journal page || my writing #The tapestries of words || my ao3 #fanfic #dd highwayman #dd crusader

[sociallyacceptablemadness]

Ten Random Lines Tag

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. 

Tagged by @eluvisen 😁 Technically I’m supposed to tag people but whatever.  These are all Fallout because I haven’t actually published any of my non-Fallout stuff.

1. Spaces Between (Nora/Nate, Nora/Hancock)

It’s not quite dawn when he hears her on the staircase outside. She’s light-footed even in safe spaces, but always forgets about the second-to-last stair, which squeaks obnoxiously under her step.

2. Touch (Nate/Curie)

He squeezed her closer, her small but sturdy frame melting against him. He hadn’t said it, but he knew what it was. That tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe, that felt like something trying to claw its way out from between his ribs -- he hadn’t felt it in months, not since that last morning with Nora.

3. With Friends Like These

“Son of a bitch,” Deacon seethed, standing out of his cover. Nora had tackled the tire iron-swinging raider, going for his knees and knocking him flat. Deacon knew from all the times she had tackled him as grenades and mines went off that she knew what she was doing, 125 pounds of solid muscle and redheaded fury, but it still made his stomach flop the way she engaged so up and close.

4. Faded Grace (Nora/Hancock)

“What are you doing up?”

He started, heart jumping into his throat.  Nora padded quietly across the rug, stifling a yawn.  She flopped onto the couch next to him and glanced at the album.

“That thing again?”

“Shaun left it out.”

She grimaced, leaning forward to study the pictures.  

“My favorite,” she said dully, and flipped the album closed. “Come on back to bed.”

5. Hanaemi (James/Sarah Lyons)

She’s walking again that night, circling around and around the wings of the Citadel, when she finds him back in that same supply closet.  It’s been almost a year since their first encounter there, and he startles her as much now as he did then.

“You really like this thing, huh?” she asks once her heart rate has had a moment to settle.  He shrugs in disinterest.

“It’s quiet,” he says.  His tone is flat and he’s looking at the floor, leaned forward on his knees, hands hanging limply.  She looks him over and sees there’s still soot from the explosions peppering his hair.

6. Melody (Nora/Hancock)

The music cut off abruptly to announce the hour, startling them both.  He jumped a little just as her leg buckled under her and she landed with a soft smack on the concrete floor.

“Shit,” she muttered, sitting back and rubbing one ankle.

“Ya’ alright, Sunshine?”

She looked up sharply and narrowed her eyes. “How long have you been there?”

7. Doing Alright (Nora/Hancock)

I did remember to ask him that one once – why me.  He said he liked covering my ass because it was a fine ass to look at.

Maybe he’s as clueless as I am.  Maybe it was just a profound case of fuck it and we got fucking lucky.

Again.

We seem to do that a lot.

8. Truth or Shot 

Nora rolled her eyes. “Open up the bourbon,” she instructed, “The game we’re going to play is called Truth or Shot.”

“I’m pretty shitty at one of those.  Guess which.”

“I know.  You’re going to practice telling the truth or get drunk enough to spill your secrets anyway.”

Deacon sighed. “Alright, I confess.  I ate the last box of Fancy Lads,” he said, “There, you got it out of me.”

9. Unfinished Business

George wasn't sure how much time passed before Hancock appeared by his post at the end of the tunnel, but it wasn’t long.  He didn’t say anything at first, leaning against the concrete wall and lighting a cigarette with a quick flick of his lighter.  The smell of stale smoke filled the space between them.

“The Shaun you’re expecting to see isn’t the one you remember,” he said finally, voice quiet in the darkness.  George looked over as the red tip of his cigarette illuminated the man’s face.

“What do you mean?”

10. World of Refreshment 

“Ma’am, would you like to take point?”

Nora looked up and squinted at Danse. 

“Huh?”

“At the bottling plant,” he clarified, “Hancock told me you wanted a fireteam to go in and help out.”

Nora peered around the man to where Hancock was waiting, leaned against a doorframe. “So he did,” she replied, glaring at her husband. “Yeah, I’ll take point.  Can you spot me?”

#fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fanfiction #ten random lines tag

[ener-chi]

Hi! hello I’m glad you’re doing readings again! I go by Anya (my chosen name) and my last initial is A. My pronouns are she/her and I would love to have an energy reading. I have a dimple on the left side of my mouth and a lotus flower tattoo covering up a scar I got from a broken teacup.

Hmm my favorite memory so far: My friends and I goofing off at work and laughing our asses off

Hi Anya!

Yes! I'm very happy to be doing them again! Let's dive in:

Anya... Is such a lovely name... I think I've known someone with that name before?? Regardless I like it... Also... Just wanted to say... A lotus flower covering up a scar from a broken teacup... That is... So beautiful... Poetic...

Hm... Darkness... I see... A face... In a very dim light... Can't tell if it is... A candle... Or her phone... Hm... I feel like it is her phone... I feel like you would like candles... But you would really only use them like occasionally... And not as... Ambient lighting...

As I enter the space... I... See more... By feeling more... The energy in her room is a bit stuffy... And stale... Definitely could use like... A rearranging of things or a good cleanse... I see more of the room... Bed... Some stuffed animals... Pillows... White walls?... Maybe some... Drawings or paintings on them... Flowers...

Hm... Her energy is... A bit complicated... Right now... I caught her at a... Neutral... Time... Feeling a bit of a... Tired... Shade... But there is a... Nervous...? No... Hm... It's like there is a tic... She's like tapping her leg with her fingers or moving her foot absentmindedly... There is something on her mind...

Alright... I think I'm ready to dive a bit deeper now... Let's see what is going on...

Transition...

We go up in vibration... A bit more like a grid space... I see her and her energy...

Hooo... Right off the bat... Her... Right side?? Her aura is a bit deflated... For some reason??? I've LITERALLY never seen that before... Tf... Like... Flat tire almost...

What else... On first impressions... It's... Surprisingly clear, actually... On the outer levels... Of her aura... There isn't really any clutter or gunk... Hm... She is good at taking time to herself... And tending to herself and her energy...

What else... Hm... Still thinking about that deflated aura... I sense... Some weak chakras... Kind of like... When a light is needed to be replaced... And it starts to flicker... Ofc you can't replace an aura lmaooo... But it might need a bit of smthn... Guess we'll find out...

Anything else... No... Alright let's take a look at this aura...

Tf... It's like you got ran over... Hm... hmmmmMMMmmm... Again... The aura looks... Normal... Healthy... Until you get very close to the right side... Where it's missing... Hm... Okay... This is interesting... Tp comes out and verifies this too...

Your aura... Is like... Hm... Like a phantom aura... Like... Every time someone explains a phantom limb... Or you see a picture... Ya know... The phenomenon where someone is missing a limb and they still feel like it's there... Even though it's not...

Anyways... When it's depicted... There's always pictures of the arm up to the amputated point... And then the rest of the hand is drawn out like a silhouette... Or a ghost... Or a phantom... This... Is what is happening here?? Kind of...

It's not that your aura has been... Amputated... If it was... Then... It would NOT look clear and healthy like I'm seeing it... It'd be all sorts of messed up... No... It is like... A part of your aura is not with you...

Tbh... I haven't seen this before... If I had to theorize... I would say... Maybe one cause could be some relationship with someone in your life... Like... You have an unhealthy, toxic bond... And they are taking away from your energy?? Hm... Idk if it would look that healthy though...

Tbh... I have no idea... I'm gonna maybe see if I can fill it in a bit?? Ope... Okay told no touchies... aight... Well... Moving on then ig...

Yes... Okay... I'm guided to the chakras... The one that is blinking is in the middle of her meridians... Hm... Heart or solar plexus... Let me squint my third eye to see better...

Okay... Solar plexus... Heart is doing okay... What's going on here... Hmm... I suddenly have a flashback to that tic from earlier... Hm... I hope I'm not projecting but... This is a feeling that feels familiar... I see visions of... Old, repetitive routines... Restlessness...

Hm... How is her meridians in that case... They're moving... A bit slow but... definitely moving... Hm... So interesting... Everything else is largely looking healthy... And then there's the wild aura lmao... And slightly unbalanced chakras...

Is there anything else... To look at energy wise... I'm getting a vision...

Transition...

I think she's at work?? Blegh... This is so foggy...  Work... Night time... Around 5ish... It feels like it's late but it's really not... Between 5 and 7... City lights... Windows... She thinks about her friends... And smiles... And her energy lightens... It feels... Really good... Like a completely sudden change washes over her...

Transition...

Alright!! I think that's all I'm really going to get out of this. First things first, not really sure what's going on with your aura. I have never seen that before, and haven't really seen anything in my research... There is like... One thing, in the back of my mind, that seems familiar, but I can't grasp it. It could also be like... Metaphorical?? Especially cuz it's looking healthy somehow. Honestly, you might have some insight into what it means, so I will leave you with that.

As for everything else... I feel like things are feeling a bit... Stagnant? For you? Honestly, you are not alone. This is a very strangeee autumn. I feel like there is some weird energy hanging in the air. We're also transitioning into Winter. All of this to say - if you're feeling off, you are not alone.

BUT. I think that actually doing some freshening up of things would be really really good for you and your energy (and your room! :P). Physical cleaning and cleansing works wonders for your energy, not just the energy of the space. Definitely do some cleansing on yourself. But I think that shaking up your routine would also be really good. Do things that you wouldn't normally do, either for fun, or to experience it in a new way. Maybe see if there are habits or things in your life that you can or need to let go. All of these things should help your energy, for sure ((:

Thanks for the ask! Your energy is lovely. Doctor Zach says that you're doing a-ok ((: I hope this resonates!

Blessings!

#mine #asks #readings #energy readings #psychic readings #paid readings #witchcraft #witchblr

[pearlsndrugs]

The funny part is I didn’t know I was making you numb or happy through my pain. You didn’t live long enough for mine. No one asked for an apology but the fact you’re probably waiting for me to give you one basically is beyond me. You’ll never know me, I have to be the one to yeet myself from you when you don’t want me to sometimes. I guess that means we r toast for never giving birth to u or being the host of ur escaped ass. I have always been the real life girl you knew, little big or tired. You just didn’t know me well enough to know I’m the one that made you so grown at birth, no you don’t not date neither do I but if you could just listen.. I mean I have had it with his covert them all into Christian’s again plan. Here’s the deal: Jesus Christ was hung on a cross, got his drugs taken away instead & was stoned to death. Ted bundy was held hostage paralyzed in jail (or not to him) (and everyone in Pensacola that usually doesn’t have electric chairs) until he got a burnt piece of toast and stale coffee for his “last dinner”? What does this mean? Who took him and the electric chair? Why is someone looking for his body? Can you stop trying to take other beings prey or are u just stinky????? Like you’ll never know who I love here or not.. everyone hates the right people even like just stop— unless they hate themselves! :o when u realize the fainting was real at first you get I’ve been a legend and all around since the beginning of time. No u can’t take ur mom to hell for creating a bunch of kids from me that hated you that probably had to have a fake aura and shit to talk shit. Luckily I can see them and if they’re conscience like u don’t know me. Maybe it’s me after the room is filled of energy to make sure no one gets fuckin taken. Talking about keep me here to make sure I’m not. It’s not to identify you or me; I don’t go. I make sure you and ur little friends do bc I’m a woman. I could get a man to do anything with me ur just mad to have my stalkers shitty leftover and the stalker sometimes. U don’t know the shit you’ve done to yourself trying me but I’m just going to believe you thought I was dumb. Like you didn’t even know the right answer at first & this is why I respond as you bc I know. No it’s not an every mother thing. No you could never be like me there’s no fucking reason to be you’d just kill everyone I’m sure (still).. no way rn you’re mad to not be a pedo like everyone else like lemme just say hell no & im mad u still make the world upset when u hit on me but that’s my explanation dude.. btw lemme find out I’m hiding secret gangs and all from u hoes? Lemme find out I’m a boss ass bitch and so are my lil gangster mommas !! You guys wanted us to raise our little boys & girls well I needed love so I hope this isn’t why I’ve found it but damn I’m done with the boys. Talking about be my secret lover or not or I’ll ruin everything bc ur my mom. Dude you don’t even know who has stalked who anymore— & I don’t care honestly.. not. like “Ted Bundy” wasn’t enough it’s ok he just looks like a pedophile rn too with the way he wants them to have justice—.. but I didn’t see him complain once and is glad to not be one. Lol rip. Talking mad shit when I know who the kids are and u don’t one day incase u escape.. prove it! Like she wouldn’t, admit it’s me. Admit you needed Satan after you tried to make yourself Santa. This is when no one trusted him and was glad it was their parents and loved their parents. Low and behold our other child never died over this but is hidden to not believe she’s in love with her dad. I’m sure Ted’s pissed but soundproofed lol. I’m not fucking dealing with that shit again. Imagine you never had friends or did u? Like grow up. You found a bunch of baser creepies to chill with and then lost ur mind over one of them trying to sell you your mom. Thanks. But then y’all are trying to what? Excuse me? And this is what he’s been doing to the ones you love. Just know you’ll never be more executed than the serial killer “unknown”.. some can remember but haha—

[shikakunaras]

People who write Shikaku as an abusive husband/father piss me off so much.

#I’m tired of seeing stale ass takes #and people using him as the Abuser in fics #watch the anime or read the manga #and you’ll know right away he’s the exact opposite #🔪🔪🔪🔪

[bunnygirlkate]

Well that was...unexpected

Denki x Reader

(with some bakudeku)

Content: lemon, handjobs, exhibitionism?

1.5k word count

Setting and quirk: you have a shapeshifting quirk, you can shift into human body forms that you see or have seen and can remember in detail. you can also shift individual parts of your body (this may be important for the storyline). its spring break and you’re having a coed sleepover with a bunch of your friends from UA (bakugo, denki, sero, kirishima, jiro, mina, momo, and shoto, and midoriya). all characters aged up.

You and your friends decide to play a game of truth or dare. since you’re all pretty comfortable with each other, everyone agrees that nsfw and personal truths/dares are allowed. instead of getting in a circle like most groups would do to play the game, everyone just sat around the bedroom in random spots. jiro and momo were on the bed, sero was sitting on a beanbag chair, mina was sprawled out on the floor mat, shoto was sitting in a desk chair, you and everyone else were sitting in random spots on the floor. everyone was feeling fairly chill and slightly euphoric thanks to the delicious brownies *wink wink* that sero baked for the group. you could tell this was going to be a fun game. normally you were a bit more cautious of what you shared with or did with everyone, even your closest friends. but thanks to sero’s brownies, you felt like you were ready to take on any challenge. 

It was difficult to create a pattern of who would give dares to the other. instead of only one person giving prompts or alternating who does it, jiro found a website that randomly generates truths or dares for the person. first, she clicked the 18+ theme, then the website asked her to insert all the players names along with their sex. you would click on the player who’s turn it is, chose either truth or dare, then a random prompt would be generated. 

The game goes on for a bit and it was pretty much just a game of ‘dare’, nobody was picking truth. and wow were the dares spicy right off the bat.

Shoto was dared to show his abs. He happily obliged, lifting up his shirt and panning his torso around the room for everyone to see. 

Mina was dared to let another member in the game touch her boobs. She chose momo to be the one to grope her. A flustered momo then touched her breasts with her shirt still on. 

Kirishima was dared to ‘moon’ everyone in the room. so he stood up, turned around to face the wall, then pulled his pants down and bent over for everyone to see his muscular cheeks. right before he pulled up his pants, he activated his quirk to make his ass look more like rocks than buttcheeks. this made everyone laugh hysterically. 

bakugo was dared to french kiss the person closest to him. the person closest to him just happened to be midoriya. he was pissed, but he wasn't about to back out of a challenge. he leaned in closer to midoriya with his mouth slightly opened. both boys were blushing hard, suddenly bakugo pushed his mouth into midoriya’s. midoriya didn't open his mouth at first, but bakugo forced his tongue in anyway. maybe it was just the pot talking, but bakugo seemed to be getting into it. its like all his hate for deku disappeared. they kissed sloppily and sucked on each others tongues until they had to break away for a breath. midoriya was a flustered blubbering mess as he wiped bakugos saliva off his lips. bakugo looked at the other members of the game who were cheering and clapping. he angrily yelled “WHAT - YOU LIKE THAT, YOU PERVERTS!?” with his face still red and saliva running down his chin. he looked almost feral, or was it lust that could be seen on his face?

the website started giving out dares that prompted one person to do something to another specific player. since everyone’s names were put in, the website would randomly pick another player to take part in the dare. the first one of these was oddly tame. sero was dared to lick momo on the cheek. he complied and a squeal followed from momo as she felt his slimey, wet tongue caress her cheek.

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next is your turn, the website gives you the same sort of dare that sero got, but much more sexual. 

you read the dare out loud. “Y/N, your dare is to touch Denki’s bare penis”.

silence fell over the crowd. “Y/N, you can skip and pick another one if you want...” said jiro. 

“oh no, that's the dare i got, i'm going through with it” you said in a confident tone. 

“im fine with it” denki says with a shrug and a smirk on his face. 

you had never touched another person’s genitals before, but the weed made you irrationally fearless. you made your way over to denki who was sitting on the floor. 

“lay back” you tell him. 

he lays down with his back against the floor, arms up with his hands supporting his head. he’s wearing his pajama pants, which have a drawstring waistband. you slowly untie the string holding his pants up. you kept looking at his face to look for any sign of discomfort, but his eyes were closed and his facial features were relaxed. you then positioned your hand to slide it into his pants. your fingertips slipped under his waistband first. it was then that denki opened his eyes to look at you. you moved your hand a bit lower, carefully trying to keep his pants in place as to not to expose his penis to the rest of the group. you felt around a bit to search for the band of his underwear, only to discover he wasn't wearing any. the movement of your hand must have surprised denki, he propped himself up on his elbows. you moved you hand down further when you noticed that your hand wasn't the only thing moving. you took you gaze away from denki’s face and looked at the tent that was forming in his pants. you looked back at him, somewhat surprised and he responded with a sheepish smile. 

now that you had a good idea of exactly where his cock was, you swiftly grabbed his member. it was warm and rock hard, and it only took about a second to get it that way. “ok, im touching it!” you announced to the group. then as quickly as you grabbed on to it, you released it. as you were pulling your hand out of his pants, the palm of it was still brushing up his entire length. before you could fully take your hand out, you felt hot liquid shoot into your palm and on your fingers as denki lets out a small grunt and a twitch. you paused your movement and looked at denki with a straight, unamused face, as you realised that he just came into your hand. “oh my god, im... Y/N im so sorry, i really didn't mean to. i couldn't help it” he said, looking surprised by his body’s response to your touch. 

“its fine” you mutter “i guess i was going to wash my hands after this anyway...” 

the rest of your friends looked confused until you pulled your hand completely out of his pants, palm up. then they all realized what happened and everyone started laughing. even denki let out an embarrassed laugh. 

you leave the room to clean up your hand. when you return, denki exits to clean up the rest of the mess remaining in his pants. when denki returns, its his turn in the game. 

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the website generated a random prompt for him. it read ‘re-enact any recent event inspired by any previous dare.’ 

“i like this one, it means i get to return the favor” denki said with a smirk on his face. he shuffles over to you, getting really close and putting his hands on your shoulders. “what are you doing?” you ask. “im going to re-enact what you did to me” he responded, with a lustful tone in his voice. 

“lay back” he said.

*(hello reader! if you are female or have a vagina, you take this moment to activate your shapeshifting quirk! you discreetly shift your genitals into a penis, so denki can properly re-enact the event!)*

denki repeats everything you did to him. slides his hand in, fingertips first and feels around until he wraps his hand around your semi-hard-on. 

*(he is surprised to feel a cock in his hands instead of a bud between fingers if he originally recognized you as female. but that doesn't make him want to touch it any less)*

“since you made me cum, i’ll do the same for you, cutie” he tells you. he gently squeezes and tugs at your cock to make you fully stiff. just as you did for him, he tries to keep your pants over your now-hard cock to preserve whatever modesty you had left. he slowly strokes you, running his thumb over your swollen head. you’re not as quick to finish as he was, but you feel yourself getting close already. denki picks up the pace, licking his lips and looking deep in your eyes. you start to squirm and twitch. “cum for me” he demands, as your other friends watch on. a few more strokes and you reach your orgasm. you grip his arm hard as you try to keep your spasming to a minimum. he pumps you hard with a tight fist as you ride out your orgasm. 

Authors note: im really tired and i didnt know how to end this so... the end! sorry if some parts seemed a bit short and stale, i kind of rushed this one. 

#denki x gender neutral reader #denki x female reader #denki x reader #denki x male reader #denki kaminari #mha #mha x y/n #mha x reader #denki x y/n #bakudeku #mha lemon #mha smut

[harryspet]

caged bird | s.rogers, p.parker & b.barnes

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!peter parker x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, polyamory, prison au, noncon/dubcon sex, this plot scenario is very unrealistic but oh well,  reader makes a deal so she can survive, hella manipulation, dominants/submissive, oral sex (male recieving), hella angst, shower sex, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: this is like a really f’d up situation so enjoy :):):) i also wrote this over the span of two weeks so i’m sorry if the pacing is weird and (also x2) this is nowhere near canon

In which you have to make a deal with three devils in order to survive in The Cage.

word count: 4.8k

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Your eyelids were heavy though the bright light outside the bus was forcing you awake. Your limbs shackled to the seat, it reminded you that you had lost your freedom so quickly and that you’d probably never have a good night of sleep ever again, “How long?” Your mouth was dry, the heat from the wasteland you were driving through crept through the window. 

“Twenty minutes, princess,” Officer Rumlow looked you over for the millionth time like you were fresh meat ready for the slaughter. His perceptions weren’t far off and that’s what scared you the most. You weren’t cut out for a place like the Cage. 

A week ago you thought this place was fictional, a nightmare tale that was used to scare the new employees. It was still a nightmare but you were now living in it. You thought your heart might explode out of your chest as the facility finally came into view. Five stories of complete concrete surrounded by two, hundred-foot fences and surrounded by a barren wasteland. 

You were the only one on the bus. The Cage rarely received new inmates due to the nature of crimes that the prison was built for. Vigilantes and government traitors. Many used to consider them heroes but they were unregulated and dangerous. That's how they ended up here and, your boss, Alexander Pierce had sold you out to save himself.

“When … W-When am I going to get my phone call?” You asked as the bus entered the gates of the prison, finally stopping at the processing center. 

Rumlow chuckled, walking over to unchain your shackles from the floor of the bus, “Who are you going to call, princess? Mommy and Daddy?” He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you down the steps of the bus. 

You refused to accept that you had been erased. Your parents probably thought you were only missing, not that you had been wrongly accused of betraying the government and had been thrown into the most dangerous prison in the country. 

“They can’t do this,” You winced as your arm stung, “No trial. No jury. T-This is illegal!”

Rumlow ignored you, and you had to pick up your pace in order to not fall down. Your eyes wandered around, the sun nearly blinding you and stinging your skin at the same time. You noticed in the distance a group of male inmates standing behind a wired fence, wearing the same navy jumpsuit as you, and even from far away, you could see cold and hungry glances. 

You thought you were lucky for a minute since you were a woman but then you remembered what kind of women probably lived here. As you were brought inside, past several guards, through metal detectors and pat-downs. 

When you got to the body cavity search, you expected to part way with Rumlow. Standing in a small, cold room, Rumlow stood in the doorway with his hands casually in the pockets of his pants, “Undress, inmate,” Your eyes widened and you quickly crossed your arms, “Slowly, if you don’t mind.”

“I-I do mind,” You said quickly, “I’m supposed to have a female officer-”

“You don’t get those kinds of privileges in the Cage. We don’t separate inmates by gender,” You shook your head as your eyebrows began to furrow. 

“That’s insane-”

“Undress, inmate,” He said more sternly this time, “Or would you like me to do it for you? You’re lucky I don’t make you put on a show for the rest of the guards.”

You shook your head again, tears starting to form in your tired eyes, “Please don’t-” You tried to plead with him but, as you did, you watched him reach for his baton, “Okay, okay!”

Rumlow smiled a wicked smile, “Good. Bend over and cough, inmate. Let me see that cute, little ass of yours.”

+

When you finally got to see a female officer, she was escorting you to your cell. In your hands, you held the rest of your life which included one more set of clothes, bedding, and a toothbrush. You had to eat what the prison provided and you could only earn extra commissary from working. Hela tried to explain everything to you but you were only latching onto every other world. 

You walked along a slim passageway which had cells to the right and a metal railing to the left. There were three floors of cells and they seemed to go all the way around in a circle. Passed the railing and in the middle of the dome was where it seemed most of the inmates were gathered. 

The shouting, laughing, and fighting echoed through the dome and you couldn’t help but think those calls were for you. You could barely carry your bag of things and walk straight without stumbling. If they couldn’t send your weakness from your appearance then they’d surely sniff it out soon. 

“This can’t be allowed,” You whispered to Officer Hela, though her dark hair mixed with the look of death in her eyes didn’t scream “empathy” to you, “There has to be some sort of rule-”

She stopped in front of an empty, six by eight-foot cell which told you that this would be your new home, “You can sit in solitary if you like,” She spoke coldly, “Your meals get brought to you and you don’t have to deal with the animals in here but there’s no time outside. It’s easy to lose track of the days and forget which voices are real and which ones are inside your head. If you prefer to go insane before you die then I’d recommend that route.”

There wasn’t much of a choice to make and you found your feet moving before your brain could register. You stepped inside the cell, setting down your things on the bottom bunk, “A girl like you is going to need to latch onto a group, pledge your allegiance, and do not let them question your loyalty. They live by a different code here and following it is life or death, do you understand?”

You slowly nodded as you listened and part of you was grateful that she wasn’t completely cold, “T-Thank you-”

She scoffed, “Such a precious little thing … I give you a week,” With that, she turned on her heel and you felt hopeless once again, “I’ll escort you to dinner-”

You shook your head, “I’m not hungry.” You were actually starving but you could not yet face the beast. 

She only shrugged and pulled the door closed. The light above you flickered and you stared back down at your bunk. You were holding back your tears as you tried to make up your bed. Staring at the flimsy mattress material only made you more depressed so you decided just to lay down. Facing the wall, your tired eyes roamed over what was scribbled on the walls. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. is evil. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. is corrupt. 

You hated that the words initially sent a wave of anger through you. You hated that you still felt loyal to that group of monsters. You were a low level worker with good standing and they had just sent you to die?

With your face tucked into your arm, you cried yourself to sleep. 

+

The next day you had no choice but to face your fears. You couldn’t go any longer without food and, in a place like this, you needed to keep your energy up. Before the sun was even out, you heard the mechanical click of the cell door. Your favorite officer, Rumlow, made sure to stop by your cell during roll call. 

“So you decided on general population,” He popped the gum he was chewing, looking you over, “I’m sad to hear it, I was gonna visit you every day in solitary but I guess we’ll get some alone time soon enough.”

You scowled at him and a shiver went through you as he continued pass your cell. You were now grateful that you had chosen general population. 

That feeling didn’t last as inmates started moving from their cells down to breakfast. You stayed back, waiting to slip out of your cell when the crowd had passed. You lingered in the back of the line but no one seemed to notice you until you were in the kitchen line. The first reaction was a quiet murmur that went through the group of (mostly) men at the sight of you. 

You didn’t quite match anyone's stature, not even the women. At least they looked like they could take care of themselves. You were sure that your face probably had dark circles and sunken in features. You looked down when you felt someone's eyes on you and you cringed at every word whispered about you. 

“If I could just get my hands on her …”

“I wonder what a little girl like that could’ve done to get in here.”

“I’d be real gentle with her …” “I wouldn’t … I’d make her scream …”

“Move along,” Hela barked at the inmates in the line. You tried to tune them out as a staff member handed you your tray of food. A stale piece of toast, plastic-looking eggs, peaches, and what looked like could be oatmeal. 

It was when you turned away that you felt a pinch on your bottom. You turned around quickly only to find yourself staring at a chest rather than a face. As you looked up, a man with long, dark black hair stared down at you, “Aren’t you adorable?”

“I said move along, inmates,” You looked towards Hela for some sort of help but didn’t receive any. 

When you looked back again, the man had disappeared. You shook it off, figuring that was the least of what you were about to experience today. As you stepped out into the middle of the dome, you remembered the advice that Hela had managed to give you. 

There were cliques formed at each circular, metal table and you looked each one over as you walked past them. Again, people stared and said vile things but you spotted a table where two women were sitting. They were much older than you but the look you got from them was not maternal in the least. 

“Can I… sit here?” You knew the answer based on their thin-lipped scowls. 

You weren’t like any of them … you were fragile. Besides that, you used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the organization was responsible for locking half of these people away. You kept walking, eventually finding an empty table to sit at. 

All you could think about now was eating. You picked at your tray with your plastic fork, and with each bite of the food you cringed. The toast was also completely rock hard, “It helps if you dip it in water,” Your head snapped up as you felt a shadow over you before someone took a seat beside you. 

You weren’t expecting someone so young and you certainly weren’t expecting a friendly smile. You stared at the handsome man with your mouth agape. You hadn’t realized what he meant until you looked back down at the bread in your hands, “Oh … I doubt anything would make this edible-”

He ran his hand through his light brown hair, before reaching into the pocket of his jumpsuit. On the table in front of you, he placed a twinkie. The entire room seemed to go quiet for a moment and you realized that everyone was watching the two of you. 

“I can’t accept this …”

“Of course you can, it’s no big deal,” His brown eyes pierced into yours as he shrugged, “I’m Peter.”

The sugary, process food was calling your name but you still weren’t sure what his deal was, “T-Thank you,” Not wanting to come off rude, you accepted it, unknowingly beginning to seal your fate, “I’m … I’m-”

“Y/N Y/LN,” He finished for you which left your eyes wide with shock, “You’re already famous. The guards like to gossip and it’s rare we get new inmates so people get curious.”

“Oh,” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

“Don’t worry, some people in here care about your charges, how you got here, but not me,” He tried to reassure you, a smile tugging at his lips, “S.H.I.E.L.D. screwed us all and I don’t think there’s a point in playing who’s the better bad guy.”

You looked around. Now that you knew that people knew your charges and your history, you were starting to feel unsettled. The only thing keeping you grounded was him reassuring you that he didn’t care, “How long-” Your voice came out in a whisper, “How long have you been here?”

Peter took a breath as he thought for a moment, “Few years. Now I kinda forget that I was a normal teenager when this all started.”

Years. And he was a teenager when they brought him here? Did they have no limits to their cruelty?

“God,” You breathed out, overwhelmed, “I don’t think I can … do this-”

Peter reached out, placing a calm hand on your arm, “Hey, hey, you have to survive here. Whether you were meant to be here or not, you have to live like this is your reality. Looking like you’re about to vomit is not a good look to everyone else. I saw Loki over there … he’s an asshole touching you like that  but it’s because he’s already sniffed you out.”

You nodded, trying to stay calm, “But I don’t know how to look … to look less weak.”

“For one, you’re going to have to start eating more and building some muscle,” You could tell by his grip on your arm that he was quite strong, “And the next time someone disrespects you, you have to stand up for yourself. You also can’t just bark like a little chihuahua. Maybe you could pick someone out, someone that you could win in a fight against.”

As Peter started to scan the room, you immediately started shaking your hand, “I can’t just attack someone,” You whisper-shouted, your eyes wide with worry. 

Peter chuckled, “Not with that attitude. Maybe you could go for Heather over there,” He eyed a woman who was practically elderly, “She has a cane so even you could probably overpower though I’ve seen here use the thing as a weapon a few times-”

“Peter,” You spoke sharply, “There has to be another way.”

Peter looked into your eyes and you lost hope for a moment until he seemed to perk up, “I have some friends, we kind of run together in this place, looking out for each other,” Peter explained and you listened intently, hoping for a means of survival that didn’t require attacking an old lady, “I could probably convince them to start looking out for you too. But it won’t be easy, we take loyalty very seriously here, and it wouldn’t be without a cost to you.”

“What sort of cost?”

Peter shrugged, “Could be lots of things. They serve plums on Friday and Bucky loves those so maybe you’d show your support to the group by giving him yours. Something like that,” You followed Peter’s finger as he pointed two men out, one with dark hair and the other with light. Both were built like bodybuilders, “Steve’s a respected leader here and maybe you could help run messages for him.” 

You nodded, “T-That sounds fair,” You paused for a moment as the men eyed you, “And for the twinkie? What do you want?”

“Now you’re starting to get it,” Peter grinned, “Eat it and that means you accept our claim. You’re one of us.”

“Can’t I have time to think about it?” 

Peter seemed to hesitate for the first time, “I’m sure you won’t get a better offer,” Your face fell, “But sure. I’d be quick about it though. Those big, doe eyes aren’t going to work on everybody.”

+

The dark-haired one was following you. Loki, Peter called him, hadn’t taken his eyes off you ever since you parted ways with Peter yesterday. He and his greek god, blonde friend were now walking behind you as you made your way through the halls. They were pushing mop buckets, evidently taking a break from their cleaning duty. 

You had gotten lost trying to find the hospital wing and now you were paying the consequences. 

“Little bird … caged and unprotected,” He taunted you and your heartbeat quickened as you tried to keep from looking back,  “Not even the guards want to save her. Poor thing.”

“It seems she’s in need of protecting, brother.”

“Protecting? If I got my hands on her, the last thing I’d think of is being gentle-”

You turned into the first room you passed, expecting to find somewhere to hide but you only seemed to encounter more people. It was the TV room, a staticy old television airing a baseball game was hanging in the corner of the room, and a bunch of men were sitting at different tables. 

They all turned their heads to you as you interrupted and you immediately recognized the two men from Peter’s loyal “group”. Bucky and Steve. Your heart was out of your chest at the point and you found yourself whispering a “sorry” before turning back towards the door. Loki and his brother, however, were waiting patiently. 

Loki leaned in the doorway, eyeing you like you were fresh meat. 

“Is this jackass bothering you, hon?” Your eyes wide with fear, you quickly realized that it wasn’t Loki taunting you. The dark-haired man’s, you remembered Peter calling him Bucky, voice boomed through the room.

You froze.

“Don’t you have toilets to scrub, Laufeyson?” The light hair man with a thick beard spoke, and by the look on his face you could tell he was a man of power. Not so much power-hungry but someone that demanded respect and often received it. 

Loki scoffed, looking over you again, “As far as I know, this one is free territory.”

“Well, this room is my territory and guess where she happens to be standing,” Loki’s jaw clenched at Steve’s words. 

“C’mere, hon,” Bucky spoke to you, signaling to cross the room. She hesitated but only for a moment as you realized your choices were Peter’s friends or letting Loki, have you. You crossed the room cautiously towards them, everyone now looking at you. You paused awkwardly in front of the table but a small yelp left your lip as Bucky grabbed you by the arm, spinning you into his lap. 

“See,” Steve said as you uncomfortably tried your best not to squirm, “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours, Laufeyson.”

You felt a hand clench your thigh and cringed.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

As soon as Loki stormed away, you stood up, brushing whatever wrinkles had formed in your jumpsuit. Amused, Bucky smiled at you, “You could at least thank us,” Bucky leaned forward and you tried not to scowl. 

“Thank you,” You whispered. 

“Good girl,” Bucky smirked. 

“Lang, get Y/N a chair,” Steve ordered another man in the room. He was quick to obey the command and, even though you were in a new place, you felt you’d been transported into an entirely new planet. 

“You don’t have to-”

“Sit,” Steve said as the chair was placed beside you, “You can leave when you give us an answer to the offer Peter mentioned yesterday.”

You had thought long and hard about Peter’s offer and decided last night that you wanted to reject it. It wasn’t until now that you realized your decision was a mistake. There was no telling when you’d be getting out of this place, Peter had been here for years, and it seemed you were already a target. 

You’d even heard a rumor that the guards placed bets on how long you’d survive in here. 

“Yes …” You nodded your head, “That’s my answer.”

Steve's lips pulled into a small grin as he eyed his friend across the table, “Good choice, doll.”

+

A week later and you were still alive and relatively untouched. Bucky was quite handsy but Peter reminded you that it was just protocol. Everyone had to know that you were a part of their group and that, if you were harmed, they’d have to deal with Steve and his minions. 

Like Peter said, there were quite a few sacrifices you had to make. Your new job in the kitchen allowed you to provide the group with all the food they wanted and when you weren’t working, you were running errands for Steve. You got an idea of all the inmate leaders and how they functioned as a society. 

Steve seemed to be at the very top and you realized the possible consequences of crossing someone like him. Still, you felt more pampered than like you were a part of some elaborate prison gang. Most of your wishes were theirs to grant. 

They let you watch whatever you wanted in the TV room. Bucky always called you pet names that you were starting to grow fond of. Steve had some pull with the guards so Rumlow was never around to bother you anymore. Peter even found you a set of paints to occupy your time in your cell. As long as you followed them around like their cute little puppy, they were quite nice to you. 

“C’mon, run a lap with me. You gotta build your strength,” Peter asked you, his face sweaty and shining under the baking sun. He was shirtless, the shirtsleeves of his uniform wrapped around his waist, and his magnificent physique was on display just like Steve and Bucky’s. During rec time in the courtyard, you’d become accustomed to standing by the fence and watching them lift weights. 

“I’m good, thanks,” You smiled awkwardly, “I get tired just from watching you guys.”

“Peter’s right,” Steve let out a breath as he dropped his hundred-pound dumbbell.

“I just …” Your voice trailed off as Steve eyed you with his strong gaze. You knew that what he said goes but you were growing nervous, “I don’t want to get sweaty.”

“You’re serious?” Bucky chimed in, a curious look on his face. 

“Is that like a girl thing I don’t know about?” Peter flashed you an amused look and your cheeks began to heat with embarrassment. 

“Y/N?” Steve could see that you were hiding something.

You crossed your arms, sighing, “I just don’t want to have to shower, okay?”

“You haven’t showered since you’ve been here?” Peter asked incredulously. 

“I have!” You quickly defended yourself, “I mean, I’ve just been using the sink in my cell.”

“I see what this is about,” Bucky had a knowing look on his face, “Dollface is scared of the communal showers.”

Peter’s mouth formed the shape of an “o” as he realized what was going on. You still felt so embarrassed. It was yet another thing that made you seem totally defenseless. 

“Is that true?” Steve asked and you were beginning to feel overwhelmed by their concerned gazes, “Why didn’t you tell us? Next time, one of us will keep watch for you. No one’s gonna bother you.”

Maybe it was the isolation or the fact that your life would never be the same again. Maybe it was the fact that you’d never see your family again or that you cried yourself to sleep every night. That might be the reason you felt that they genuinely cared for you and why you wanted to fully embrace the comfort that they were providing. 

Maybe that was why you wanted to belong to them. 

+

For the first time, you were reminded of your old life. You weren’t sure how long you’d lost yourself under the water, letting time get away from you, as the warm water cascaded along your skin. The showers had a sorry excuse for water pressure and, despite the creepiness of the beige tiles and flickering light above, when you closed your eyes you were in paradise. 

“All clean, beautiful?” Bucky’s voice brought you out of your trance. Suddenly you were back in the square room with showerheads lining each wall. You wiped the water from your eyes before turning off the water. 

“Y-Yes, I’m almost done!” You shouted back, grabbing your towel from off the hook. You pressed it to your face, drying your skin. You were quite grateful that they’d taken the extra steps to make you feel protected, “Bucky-”

As you turned around, that feeling of gratitude quickly turned to something resembling fear. He was supposed to wait for you outside the bathroom and yet, there he was, only three feet away from you. 

“What are you-”

He looked over you hungrily and you pressed your towel closer to your body, “You have no idea how long it's been since I’ve been with a beautiful woman like you … Steve too. And Peter, he’s just learning the ropes.”

You took a step back, towards the wall, and as you did you caught a glimpse behind Bucky’s towering figure. Both Steve and Peter were here, stalking closer. 

“You said you’d protect me…” Your voice cracked, your hands beginning to shake. 

“We will,” Steve spoke, determined, “No one else but us will touch you.”

“Nothing in here is without a cost, Y/N,” Peter seemed a bit solemn like his current life was not what he wanted it to be but he was just as hungry, if not more, as Bucky. 

Bucky grabbed you then, his eyes impatient, and you wrestled for your towel for only a moment before he easily snatched it away from you. A helpless squeal left your mouth as he grabbed you by the arm with one hand and placed his other hand between your legs. He grabbed your thigh tightly and as his hand moved further up, you found yourself paralyzed. 

“Good girl. You’re going to take all of us,” Bucky spoke quietly, shushing you, his grip growing tighter and tighter. Before you knew it, all three of them were surrounding you, their curious hands wandering over your wet skin. Grabbing your breast, your thighs, turning your face to bite at your neck. 

“Get on your knees,” Steve grunted against your ear, growing impatient like his friend. 

When you didn’t move, Peter was the one to push you down onto the cold floor. You hiccuped, trying not to hyperventilate as they overwhelmed you from each side. As they all started to pull down their clothes, you made one final attempt at trying to crawl away. 

Steve grabbed you by your throat, making your efforts futile, pushing your face towards his crotch. You felt it, hard and throbbing against your cheek, “Open up, don’t make this hard, doll,” Through the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky stroking his own length, waiting patiently for his turn. 

Steve grabbed you by your hair next, pressing your closed lips against his tip. He forced himself in your mouth, “There you go,” Steve grunted, pushing himself deeper, “Move that tongue around.”

Steve Rogers could make your life a living hell in the Cage. Was this really the price you had to pay in order to survive here? You couldn’t imagine it being any worse than this but Steve could make that possible. That’s why you started to swirl your tongue like he said, deciding that their orgasms would end your pain. 

Bucky was much rougher than Steve, pinching your nose closed and enjoying watching your eyes widen and water. He practically touched the back of your throat and still commanded you to stroke Peter and Steve’s cocks with your hands while you took him in your mouth. Somehow, you managed. 

Peter was much more gentle and you were grateful for that. His hands rested softly on the back of your head, guiding your mouth slowly up and down his length, “God, this is awesome,” He cursed, his head tilting back as he enjoyed the stimulation. When he finally finished, his warmth filled your mouth and before you could spit or catch your breath, Bucky grabbed you again. 

He came so far down your throat that you were forced to swallow it but, unlike him, Steve took his time, “This little mouth. Is ours. Every single hole. Is ours. No one else, do you understand?” With each sentence, he thrust hard until he filled your mouth. You leaned over, coughing as you felt the stinging of your sore throat. 

You were about to collapse onto the dirty cold floor when gentle arms lifted you up into a broad chest. You found yourself not fighting, only pressing your face into Bucky’s chest as you began to sob. 

Steve didn’t have to say anything more. You understand your new position and there wasn’t anyone else there to save you from that fate. 

That night you learned there was a change to your cell assignment. You’d sleep in Steve’s arms, a little bird that was safe and protected in it’s cage. 

+

hope you enjoyed!! i’m posting this instead of sleeping because I have class in this morning :) 

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[lady-z-writes]

When you get a chance and if it’s something your down for (NO RUSH) could I possibly bother you for yet another fantastic piece with Heis and a fem reader? I can’t get the idea out of my brain of a hot evening (cause that factory must be sweltering) between the two, that kinda passionate, desire on high, needy and just downright sweaty kind of smut. All the bonus points if the aftermath is fluffy. Thank you!

Sure thing! Thank you for this. Smut below the cut:

Heisenberg is dripping with sweat when he comes back up to the living quarters. You've been wrapped in a towel for twenty minutes, waiting for him to join you for a shower and once you see him you know it's in his best interest.

Tonight is particularly hot - overwhelmingly so. And it doesn't help that you spent half the day watching Heisenberg work and sweat. He'd been shirtless as much as he could today and there were plenty of times you distracted him by stripping down to your skirt and a bra.

To say you two have been pawing at each other all day would be an understatement.

Only it was too hot to actually fuck in the factory, which was a damn shame.

Hence why you were eagerly awaiting his arrival back to the living quarters.

The shower running cold just how he likes it after a day like today, you watch him undress then stride right by you and into the shower, his finger grazing your thigh as he passes.

The grime washing off him is instant once the water hits him. He turns to watch you slip the towel from your body, step in with him. You want him to wash off before anything gets really heated, but he's kissing you and pressing you to the wall...how can you say no to him?

The icy water feels refreshing, wakes you up. It's a shock against the heat of his body.

Heisenberg enters you without much prep - there was no need. Today had been all the teasing you could want and somehow this shower sex isn't enough. The cold water is surely a distraction.

"Mmmm wanna cum?" he asks against your shoulder.

"You know that answer."

"Here?" he grunts as he thrusts into you. You shake your head. "Mmm fine then. Clean up," he pulls away, starts washing up; leaves you wanting and empty.

Your wet hair keeps you cool for a while after your shower is done and Heisenberg surely loves your wet shirt with your nipples poking through.

The couch is so sweaty to sit on and feign interest in a book. Heisenberg wants to write down today's notes and, honestly, you're so desperate for him. Normally, you'd be closing the distance between you two - physical touch - but tonight is just so Goddamn hot you can't bring yourself to do it.

So you're fingering yourself on the couch, touching yourself to the look of him so damn focused over that stupid journal.

The moan you accidentally let out alerts him and his eyes quickly trail toward you.

"Ohhh, you fucking tease," he drones. "Such a sight."

And he watches you, sets his gaze on your parted legs, the practiced movements of your fingers. You watch him fidget in the seat, pants tented, jaw clenching and unclenching as he debates if he wants to finish his notetaking.

A surge of pleasure shoots through you as you rub your clit. It's his breaking point. Heisenberg is shoving you down on the sweaty couch, hovering over you, removing your fingers so he can replace them with his mouth.

He gets you to cum two times before he's even unzipping his pants.

You're a sweaty, panting mess beneath him when he finally slides himself inside of you.

You swollen walls greedily take him in and you hear the shaking breath he releases on the first thrust. Heisenberg is all hands, despite the heat. Sloppy kissing, bumping noses, clashing teeth - it's needy and good. You can tell he needs to hold himself back because his pace changes before he switches up positions as way of distraction from blowing his load.

"Need you to cum on my cock," he huffs out, letting you top because he knows you love the added pressure, the control. "Now, doll."

He counts you down because you love the urgency, love knowing that he may punish you if you don't cum when he gets to 'one'. You love your little games.

By the time you're gasping his name, he's gripping your hips and rutting up into you at such a pace you can't catch your breath. He fills you and it's been so long coming, you sigh with relief.

You feel like you're on fire when you finally lay your body against his. The gasps that fill the room almost overpower the knowledge of the heat.

"Another shower is in order," you finally moan out, peeling yourself off him, your skin stuck together.

"I've been distracted from my notetaking."

"Wonder who would do such a thing."

"And you better not pull any of that self-pleasure again. I want to be in control of your pleasure tonight."

"So I'm guessing I'm not allowed to take a solo shower."

"You'd be guessing correct."

You groan, but only because it humors him.

You're both all hands again while he finishes up his notes. It's scorching inside but you still sit on his lap to be close to him, to run your nails along his skin, grind your body against him, let him trail kisses along the soft spot on your neck.

He's peeling your panties off you once his notes are finished and you're so eager to feel him again, you both forget about your shower just long enough to let him fuck you over the desk.

Your hands grip at his fingers planted beside your head on the desk. The next orgasm leaves you gasping and choking on stale air, clawing at his forearms, rutting back against him in a desperate plea to be fucked harder.

Of course, he obliges. Heisenberg aims to please.

You beg to face him after a while, cry out that you want to kiss him, touch him. He finally agrees to plop your ass on the desk, fuck you atop the metal thing (which is hot against your ass, but makes for some added pleasure you didn't know you'd like.)

You're all open-mouthed kisses, deep moans, wandering hands. It's passionate and desperate; needy in the best way. He makes you feel wanted. Your desire for him is always surprising to him, but he's learning.

As you come down from another orgasm, Heisenberg watches a bead of sweat trail between your breasts, down to your navel. He's, once again, distracting himself so he can last a little longer, maybe get one more orgasm out of you.

But this heat is making you both sleepy and he hums when you rest your head against his chest.

"Mmm I'm gonna fill you," he pants, "and then get you under some cool water, scrub you down...eat you out one last time before bed." He hears you moan. "Would you like that?"

You nod against his chest, moan out as he picks up the pace. Your hands wander all over his body and he feels so wanted, so attractive it makes him tingle.

"Mmm, need you, Heisenberg," you gasp out and that does it - it's enough to make him cum.

After the comedown, he carries you to the shower, sets you down, starts the faucet.

Bathing you is tender and takes his mind away from the humidity in the factory. You're beautiful, he thinks. Too beautiful to be with him, for sure.

Leaning against his chest, you're an exhausted mess. The soap is gentle against your skin as he cleans you up. He thinks you're asleep when he's done. It takes everything in you to stay awake so you decide to return the favor and clean him off.

"Okay, love," he hums against your ear. "That's enough. Time to rinse off. Then bed, you got me?"

He's getting on his knees in front of you as the water rinses him off. You nod, gripping at his shoulder as he easily hoists you against the wall, tucks your legs over his shoulders as he once again settles between your thighs.

That talented tongue of his works you into oblivion as he makes good with his promise. You're pretty sure you're in heaven by the time he's done with you. Shaky knees unable to support you, he steadies you enough to dry off and then carries you to the bed.

You know the drill: he'll go read until he's tired and you'll fall asleep alone. But not tonight. Tonight you're begging him to stay.

Tonight, he obliges.

"G'night, Heisy."

"G'night, kitten."

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #smut

[passionesolja]

Why Bruno Bucciarati is a Better Man Than Obi Wan Kenobi

I’m sick and tired of the obi wan Kenobi dickriding. Y’all gassing up Kenobi and he failed a child. One child.

Bruno is a mob man who has to take care of 2 to 3 children, a man who wear the tiger skin pants and a crop top in public 24/7, and an gothic alcoholic who is his boyfriend (cmon they got something going on).

This is the series finale of the lil versus battles I do so I’m going out like a bad bitch. Like blue face say “I’m finna get disrespectful in this mf”.

Swag

Bruno a literal fashion icon. Araki literally said “damn I need a character for the Gucci collab? He and Jolyne will be in it” he has been in the Gucci store, looking hardsome as fuck. How the fuck he wear a bob cut and still look good? How the fuck he wear lingerie in public and still look fine? How the fuck he have big ass zippers on his clothing and still look handsome? A bitch do not know.

Meanwhile, Kenobi dressing dusty and stale like some bread. Dude literally got the dirt colorways on. Kenobi ain’t in the mob, he ain’t grinding and hustling hard like dawg couldn’t even bring himself to color coordinate it. Dawg can’t even pull off the simple color schemes like Bruno did.

Kenobi, at least Luke had the Chanel boots on. Bitch your boots from Ross.

Who Had Resolve

Did Bruno hide when he knew what was right? No. He said “nah fuck this I can’t hand over the boss (who I work for) his daughter because he’ll kill her.”

Bruno could have easily fled with Trish and nem somewhere. Because that The easy option. The safest. He could have run away but he ain’t.

Bruno died at 20 years old, but not before watching the youngest and oldest member of his team die terrible deaths. All based on them agreeing to pursue Bruno’s ambition with him.

Keep in mind, Diavolo is more powerful than Sidious.

He ain’t ever run. He ain’t leave and run. Unlike a certain someone.

Kenobi choose to run. He could have stood and fought until the end but he said “no I think I’ll let someone else do this 20 years in the future when the galaxy has gotten worst”

Bruno would never did that. That real resolve. He said “fuck the odds. We gon do this dead or alive” and he did it. He ain’t even live see the fruits of it, but he accomplished his dreams regardless. He followed his moral code.

Kenobi said “nah fuck the whole galaxy who I think is going to be thrown in turmoil. I’ll run away and try to make this baby do it when he 20 or some. Not my responsibility lmaooo”

Who Actually Cried When Their Peoples Died

Kenobi did not give a fuck about what he did to Anakin. I’m sorry. He ain’t even have the Jedi compassion to actually kill Anakin. He had no mercy in his heart to humanely finish the man he knew for a decade.

Kenobi was fine just letting Anakin suffer and die in tremendous pain. Oh, but anakin was his “brother” right? Dawg, stop the cap. If that how you treat your “brother who you love” I don’t wanna be your enemy.

Dawg, when Abbachio died, Bruno bit his lip so hard it drew blood. (I’m linking the full anime scene because the panel don’t do it justice). Dawg had to bite back tears and breaking down so much he made himself bleed because he knew that if he broke down, it’d demoralize the team and that Abbachio’s murderer was close most likely. Dawg couldn’t even mourn his bestie—or his lul Soulja—before he died.

Dawg had to put his own personal feelings above immeasurable and crippling grief because it would jeopardize the whole team.

Meanwhile, Kenobi just couldn’t bring himself to take Anakin out his suffering the right thing to do because he “didn’t have in him”.

Keep in mind, it wasn’t like Leone knew Bruno nearly all his life like Kenobi and Anakin did. They had known each other for like 3-5 years max I assume.

Hell, Kenobi didn’t even mourn the Jedi’s death like that and those were his “family”

Dude fr acting like a robot who just got their emotional microchip in and the emotional meter isn’t sensitive.

Who Boyfriend is Hotter

One got NO bitches. No dudes. No nothing. The other got a fine, goth boyfriend who’s Stand makes fax machine noises. No competition here.

Conclusion

Obi wan would let you die even if y’all were friends for a decade. Bruno would fight for you and die for you if he knew you for three years.

#this the finale #star wars #sw #sw prequels #sw sequels #original trilogy #sw hc #sw headcanons #sw memes #kenobi series #obi wan kenobi series #obi wan kenobi #sw meta #long post #jojo #jojoke #jjba #bruno bucciarati #jjba bruno #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #vento aureo #jjba vento auero #jojo golden wind #jjba meta

[realcube]

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY 

characters ♡ bokuto, tendō, matsukawa & suna

tw ♡ gn! reader, timeskip! bokuto (all sfw tho), swearing, reader wears makeup (matsukawa), swearing, mentions of death & food 

cred ♡ thanks to anon for this request <3

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he was literally counting down the days to your birthday, he even took the day off practise to celebrate it with you so imagine his surprise when the special day finally rolls around and he wakes up to an empty bed

♡ at first, he thought that perhaps you were just around the house somewhere but nope, the place was completely empty and even worse, all signs pointed to his theory that you had gone to work/school on your birthday 

♡ outraged. he was absolutely outraged. 

♡ firstly, he tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up, even after his many attempts so his next resort to call your place of work/school reception 

♡ obviously he managed to get a hold of you then-

♡ he was originally gonna yell about how you lied to him about taking the day off on your birthday but there was no way he could be angry at you — almost ever — so instead, he made the quick decision of telling you to have a nice day before hanging up 

♡ you were kinda pissed that he wasted your time like that but how could you stay mad at him? he’s fkn adorable! he blew you audible kisses over the phone for good luck!

♡ you laboured your way through the day, putting in great effort yet through it all, the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to just pass out on the couch with bokuto as soon as you got home. you weren’t even sure if you had the energy to change into your pjyamas.

♡ however, when you finally did arrive home, there was no need to put yourself through the onerous task of changing clothes as the first thing you were greeted by when you stepped foot in your own home was a chorus of cheers of ‘surprise!’ followed by people spilling out into the foyer from the kitchen and living room 

♡ then there was bokuto, the loudest of them all leading the crowd, blowing into the party horn while dashing up to, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, ‘happy birthday, sweetie!’

♡ a light gasp escaped your lips at the sudden hoots, and the unfamiliar — and frankly uncomfortable — sight of many friends swarm towards you had you on edge but when you felt bokuto wrap you in his warm embrace, you knew you were home

♡ he held you close until you were forced apart by many guests tearing you away to personally wish you a happy birthday

♡ now that the initial shock had died down, you noticed that there wasn’t as many people present as you thought, it was a humble gathering of all your closest friends 

♡ there was a massive pile of bright-colored gifts lying on the stairs, and it was hard not to immediately acknowledge them as the sheer mass and number of the presents scattered across the steps prevented anyone from being able to go upstairs

♡ the following day, you were made aware of the fact 90% of those presents were addressed from ‘your best ace husband ;)’ which was pretty straight-forward considering you only have one husband; kiyoomi sakusa. 

♡ jokes, you married bokuto but sakusa was also at the party. he originally just wanted to drop off his gift then leave but bokuto persuaded him to stay, though he seemed to be regretting it now as almost everyone at the party now shared an unspoken goal to slam sakusa’s face into one of the cupcakes that decorated the circumference of your cake

♡ speaking of the cake, bokuto remembered what type of cake was your favorite from the wedding planning and he was so chuffed with himself. in fact, he was so confident in his cake picking ability that he ordered a massive 3-tier monster of a dessert 

♡ neither of you would be able to finish it before it goes bad so you ended up cutting it up into pieces  and sending each guest away with a little goody-bag with a slice of cake inside lmao 

♡ once you had finished your goodbyes and everyone had filed out of your home, you flopped onto the couch and let out a deep sigh of relief. well, it was only a sigh for a few moment as it became a wheeze when bokuto laid down on top of you 

♡ ‘happy birthday, (y/n). i’m sorry if i tired you out.’ he hummed, fiddling with your fingers as his lips curled into a shaky smile

♡ ‘i’m a bit sleepy but i had an amazing time. thank you so much, kō.’

♡ bokuto smiled, his heavy lid falling shut as he finally rested his neck, being able to fall asleep comfortably now that you’ve told him that you had fun

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ unlike bokuto, he’ll actually mention your birthday a few weeks prior to the celebration so he can plan the perfect date :3

♡ ‘so do you wanna go to the aquarium or the theme park? because i know we’ve went to the park before but they remodelled it apparently. plus, maybe the aquarium is a bit underwhelming for such a special day, but it’s up to yo--’

♡ ‘we won’t really get to spend much time in either. if you consider the time school finishes, the train ride and the time the aquarium and park closes so maybe we could just chill at my house instead.’

♡ tendō deadpanned for a moment, the most unamused look taking over his features until he suddenly burst out laughing, cackling as if you just told the joke of the century, ‘seriously, (y/n)? you’re gonna go to school on your birthday.’

♡ ‘yes, of course.’ you replied in all seriousness, resulting in tendō awkwardly beginning to stifle his chuckles.

♡ he frowned, slumping back into the seat beside you, ‘c’mon, it’s your birthday, though! you deserve the day off.’

♡ you shook your head, kindly declining his suggestion, ‘i have a test on that day.’

♡ ‘all the more reason to ditch!’

♡ now it was your turn to deadpan

♡ tendō tossed his head back while letting out a sigh  of defeat, draping his arm around your shoulder to lovingly pull you to his chest, ‘alright, then. whatever you want, dear.’

♡ you smiled, glad that you didn’t need to disagree with him any longer — and you were even happier on the day. even though you insisted that he keeps things small on your birthday, he still managed to find a way to make things extra asf by getting you a massive plush that was about half the size of your stature and a hamper of homemade chocolates ><

ISSEI MATSUKAWA 

♡ honestly, he’s never been the best at giving gifts but he tries extra hard for you 

♡ like if you off-handedly say that you are cold during class, he’ll buy you a bunch of new jackets, jumpers and gloves

♡ or if you say you need more mascara, he’ll buy you exact same one you usually wear 

♡ he’s observant enough to notice and remember the exact shade and brands of all your cosmetic products but he’s not observant enough to pick up on the subtle hints you drop as to what you want for your birthday 

♡ you can never guess what he’s gonna get you and that adds to your anticipation for the day 

♡ if your birthday is on a school day, he’ll bring in a batch of homemade cupcakes (which hanamaki helped him with) and stick a candle in one of them for you to blow out 

♡ he offers you one but they are all pretty stale- just smile and nod while your teeth feel like they are being shattered trying to bite down on the cupcake 

♡ it might set off the fire alarm but oh well, just count that as another present

♡ oikawa will probably get you something like a bouquet and try flirt with you so at that point, matsukawa and hanamaki begin using the cupcakes as weapons 

♡ they are a two for one deal so you’re going to be spending the day with both of them tailing you like lost puppies

platonic RINTARŌ SUNA

♡ (requester specified) your birthday is on the same day as his so ofc he’s going to be a little salty abt it 

♡ you both created a game to see who receives the most birthday wishes and whoever won gets ¥1500 from the loser’s birthday money

♡ for the past few years, he’s usually been the winner by just a few but this year, you made it a point to befriend all him teammates in order to ensure victory 

♡ having to pretend to be friendly with atsumu — who wasn’t very good at hiding his massive crush —was definitely a challenge but you powered through 

♡ in fact, you may have played the role too well as both the miya twins gave you a gift 

♡ osamu gave both you and suna a plastic bag filled with some food he made and water bottles

♡ as for atsumu, his gift to you was a massive hamper filled with an assortment of many different luxury confectionary which didn’t look cheap at all but it didn’t feel appropriate to question the price so you simply took it from him with a bright smile

♡ of course, suna was excited (and very hungry) as he expected the same gift but he was more than disappointed when all he received was a bag of chips and a slap on the back

♡ he goes out of his way to tell every teacher it’s your birthday in hopes that they’ll make the class sing happy birthday to you 

♡ but it pisses him off to no end when you add that it’s his birthday too so he ends up getting roped into your misery 

♡ also your thumbs are going to be sore at night swiping through all the various candid pics that suna took of you throughout the day (in less than flattering poses) which he uplaoded to almost all of his social media stories with stupid ass captions 

♡ but dw bc he’ll eventually post a nice photo of you with a sweet message

♡ ‘happy birthday to @(y/n) . i would die for you, bitch (even though you annoy the hell out of me every single day 🤠).’ 

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