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Penalty Box Series— Trevor Zegras Edition (Six)
23-24 Season Masterlist
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OCTOBER 28, 2023
these have been short lately i’m so sorry
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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: MY BABY DADDY SCORED HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE SEASON EDITION!
tonight, my duckies won 7-4 against the flyers! coincidentally, the only time the ducks scored 7 goals last season was also in a 7-4 win where trevor scored and stromer assisted on it! isn't that fun? yay stats! that's my mans and my hero!
you'll notice that i put 0.5 as the penalty count, and that's because z sat for a too many men bench penalty, which don't count towards his personal minutes, but he was still in the box!
and our son! he's taking after his father with his second penalty of the season! i’m so proud of you, leo! i love you! we love criminals in the zegras-hughes family <3
i’m so proud of you guys! you're 3-0 on the roadie so far, with one more game to go! this is your season, boys! i love you!
my love, i’m so incredibly happy for you, and beyond proud! here's to the first of many! (i chugged my drink when he scored to celebrate btw so if you're currently drinking— chug! chug! chug! chug!) i love you, always, sweet boy🧡
p.s. FRANKY TANKY! MY BOY! CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR SECOND HATTY! YOU AND AUSTON PAPI MATTHEWS ARE NOW THE ONLY TWO IN THE NHL WITH TWO HATTIES! IT'S YOUR YEAR, BESTIE! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! I LOVE YOU! MWAH!
p.s.s. coachy cro, never stop sending z in as the default criminal! it brings me immense joy!
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trevorzegras i love that you love stats, my precious little weirdo! i wouldn't know my accomplishments without you telling me them🧡 i love you, forever
yourusername y/n "sissy" soon to be zegras-hughes: professional event planner, professional nerd, professional fiancé supporter
trevorzegras damn right
lhughes_06 JUST fiancé supporter?
jackhughes sissy, your brothers exit
colecaufield sissy, your friends exist
yourusername @/lhughes_06 @/jackhughes @.colecaufield i’m an amateur supporter of the rest of you <3
jamie.drysdale you two are bad influences on your son
yourusername YOU TAKE THAT BACK, DRYSDALE! HE CAME THIS WAY AND WE LOVE HIM!
trevorzegras we're trying our best!
leocarlssoon i take offense to this
yourusername SEE! YOU BROKE THE BABY! YOU BUMBLE FUCK BITCH!
jamie.drysdale @/yourusername okay okay i’m sorry! you're doing great! you'll be a great mom to your twins! i didn't mean it!
jackhughes @/yourusername does this mean i’m your favorite ex husband?
yourusername @/jackhughes no <3
user59 when sissy says chug, you chug!
frank_vatrano thanks, y/n/n! i love you, too! your new hat trick medals are definitely a plus
yourusername ya girl has a big brain!!
frank_vatrano she does😂
maxjones98 @/yourusername how much stuff for goodie bags and awards do you actually have on hand right now?
yourusername @/maxjones98 a lot! i have so much faith in my duckies! and my other boys!
trevorzegras @/maxjones89 her craft room has a bookshelf full of the stuff she includes with drawers labeled individually for all of us
frank_vatrano @/trevorzegras doesn't she also give bags to canucks, devils, and habs when we play them?
trevorzegras @/frank_vatrano it's a huge bookshelf
jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras don't forget the stack of boxes to mail first goal trophies and personal record awards
trevorzegras @/frank_vatrano what he said
maxjones98 @/trevorzegras your girl is so amazingly sweet it's insane
yourusername @/maxjones98 JONESEY! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY!
user40 the ducks?? on a win streak?? somebody made a deal with a god
_quinnhughes i think z should be at -1
yourusername 2 minute penalty for being a rude head. go sit in your bathtub.
trevorzegras you heard my baby mama! go!
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras @/yourusername STOP WITH THE BABY DADDY AND MAMA
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes NO
yourusername MAKE ME
_quinnhughes oh dear god
user6 sissy and z are gonna make quinn go grey at 24😭
leocarlssoon i love you too mom😂
yourusername you're swimming so well!! you're such a good duckling!!!
leocarlssoon i try
yourusername you're succeeding!
user61 z pulled a quinn after he scored fr
colecaufield @/trevorzegras THAT'S MY MAN!
trevorzegras PLAY INSANE IN THE BRAIN!
yourusername his goal song might be by vanilla ice, but my mans is not vanilla
colecaufield @/yourusername why? just why?
jackhughes MY EYES
lhughes_06 AHHHH
trevorzegras @/yourusername ;)
_quinnhughes @/yourusername MINORS! THERE COULD BE MINORS READING THIS!
jamie.drysdale this is why i moved
yourusername @/jamie.drysdale stfu no it's not
colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale you were a tough soldier
user75 sissy gives no fucks about a digital footprint oh my god
_alexturcotte our boy is giving the rockettes a run for their money
yourusername his true dream is to be a vegas show girl
_alexturcotte shame he had to settle for hockey
yourusername truly
trevorzegras @/yourusername you're my new dream
yourusername @/trevorzegras that's sweet but we were teasing you and you ruined it
_alextucotte @/trevorzegras MOMENT RUINER
trevorzegras i can't win
jackhughes @/trevorzegras about time! that's my boy!
trevorzegras got these flashing lights on me🚨
yourusername that... i think made sense... i might have cracked the hockey boy code with this one!
jackhughes @/yourusername big brain
trevorzegras @/yourusername that's my girl!
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won't let you go (e.m.)
pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
summary: spending time with Eddie: talking about your days, futures, and enjoying each others company <3
contains: fluff, comfort, brief and non-descriptive mention of childhood trauma, clingy!eddie if you squint lol, please let me know if i missed something!
word count: 942
a/n: im just trying to fill the Eddie-shaped hole in my chest, i miss him a lot. not edited sorryyyy. 3rd time trying to post this because its not showing in the tags and i hate this site.
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“hey sweetness.” Eddie’s familiar lips press against the top of your head, giving you a quick kiss.
you’re sitting in your room, on a bench that allows you to look outside. it’s a rainy day and you love watching the weather from your window, but you seem to have lost track of time when you get startled by your boyfriend’s presence.
“hi there, pretty boy.” you smile, scooting away from the wall so he can sit with your body between his legs and your head on his chest.
his arms wrap you into a hug and it makes you giggle, still after over a year of dating you haven’t gotten used to how much he loves to show you affection.
“how was your day?” you ask him with a yawn, settling into his hold.
“long, but better now that I’m with you.” his face presses into the back of your head and you know he's smiling. “what about you? what did you do today?”
“I finished my book this morning, but I couldn’t go get a new one because I didn't really want to drive in the storm.”
“you should've called me. I would've stopped and gotten it for you, silly.”
“but then I’d have to wait even longer to see you.” you tilt your head up to face him and pucker your lips, signifying you want a kiss and he naturally grants your wish.
“god you’re so cute.” he smiles against your lips, pecking them one more time before you lean forward slightly.
“where are you going?” he whines, gripping you a little tighter to keep you close to him.
“I just have to pee, I’ll be right back!” you laugh, squirming out of his arms.
“how long?”
“like 3 minutes! promise.” he releases you and you scurry off to the bathroom.
“see, told ya I’d be fast.” you tell him, walking back into your room.
“3 minutes and 36 seconds.” he teases, trying his best to hold his frown but it’s no use and a smile peaks through his lips.
you sit back with him, laying on his chest once again and looking out the window. it’s days like this when you really take the time to appreciate how much you care for him. how much you love him. something so simple like watching the rain together brings you so much joy your heart could burst.
“what do you want to do after graduation?”
“I think I want to travel, not go back to school right away.” you answer honestly, seeing as you’re young and there’s no reason to rush into settling down.
“oh there’s no way I’m going back to school.”
“of course not, you’re gonna go on tour and become famous. gonna leave me in the dust.”
“nah, you’ll be my little roadie.” it’s quiet for minute as you picture the two of you traveling the world together. “do you want kids?”
that’s unexpected.
“um… I don't know yet.”
“what do you mean?”
“I don’t want to screw them up.” you pause for a beat, “I don't want them to go through what I had to.”
“you’re nothing like your parents.” he reassures you, “you are so caring and considerate. so loving. and their trauma… baby, their trauma wasn’t an excuse to hurt you.”
you know he’s right. you didn’t deserve anything you went through. even though they’ve tried to make amends with you, it’s still deeply engraved in your memories. you fought your whole life to become the complete opposite of your family. you’re still fighting.
“do you want kids?” you ask him, still not sure on your own answer.
“I want whatever you want.”
“I meant like… like if we didn’t end up together.”
“oh, no! you’re not allowed to leave me.” he squeezes you tighter, rocking you back and forth gently.
“you can’t predict the future though.”
“didn’t I tell you? I’m actually a psychic and know that you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
you giggle at his words. that’s the thing about Eddie. even when the conversation takes an emotional turn, he’s always there to ground you and let you know he’s there for you before cracking a joke to lighten the mood. it’s just one of the many reasons you love him.
you continue to lay into him, craving the closeness. you turn to look out the window again, the rain picking up which gives you an idea.
“can… can we do something crazy?”
“I love crazy.”
you grab his hand, dragging him out of your bedroom and through the house. you head right out the front door. you look back to see his face, hoping he wouldn’t look like it was a bad idea. the ear-to-ear cheesy grin he has is all it takes for you to let his hand go and start spinning in the rain.
you laugh as you jump in puddles, playing in the rain, and just feeling free. feeling young again. like this is what your childhood should’ve been filled with.
Eddie runs up behind you, capturing you into his arms as he picks you up and the two of you spin together in the rain. both of you completely soaked but neither of you caring that you could get sick from the wetness and cold wind.
a sudden crack of thunder startles the two of you, and you wrap your arms around him tightly so you don’t fall.
“not to worry, sweetheart. I gotcha. I won’t let you go.” he leans in to kiss you, a moment that made the world stop spinning. one that reminded you that he is your safe place.
he is your family.
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✧･ﾟ:*Drowning In You*:･ﾟ✧
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pairing: Matt Murdock / Reader (plus Foggy & reader friendship because i love my lil franklin<3)
warnings: none really, some drinking
Summary: You used to work at Nelson and Murdock, until you spontaneously decided to abandon everything, pack your bags, and ship off to Washington. You claim it was for a fancy new lawyer gig at a high end firm, but everyone knows there’s some deeper meaning behind your sudden departure.
word count: 4.0k
Author’s note: hi :D first, thanks so much for reading, it really means a lot to me! second, this is actually a repost from my first few days on dumblr when my tags didn’t work, janky editing, etc etc🙄 plus this one looks ✨prettier✨ lastly, this fic is a split pov fic, so i’ll indicate where the pov switches from you to matt! anyways, i hope you enjoy! feel free to drop me an ask or leave a comment to be added to my tag list!!
also available on ao3 here :]
YOU
The frigid night air bites at the tips of your nose and ears. You’re almost there - you remember the way there like the back of your hand. Just two more rights and a left and you’ll be on the right street. Nerves are eating away at you, constantly shouting in your mind, “Turn around,” “You’re making a mistake,” “Just go back home.” And just when you think you might actually turn around and take that 3 hour, 46 minute car ride home, you’ve reached your destination.
It’s just the same as you left it. With its dingy, fogged windows and dirty front door - all signs of paint chipped away - you knew you were in the right place: Josie’s Bar. It’s neon sign flashed and buzzed, bathing your face in its bright red hue. God, this place brought back old memories. You take a deep breath, composing your nerves, and reach out for the cold metal door knob just ahead of you. As you walk in, a jingle of the front door’s bell alerts your presence, earning you a few stares and glances. You scan around the room looking for one man in particular. You knew he was here, he was here every Wednesday after work.
Finally, you spot him, sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. You walk over and plop down in the stool next to him.
“Foggy,” you smile brightly at him, taking off your gloves and stuffing them in your pockets.
He looks up and instantly breaks out in a grin, reaching in to hug you tight.
“Oh my god! You’re here! Sitting in the seat next to me! At Josie’s!” He pulls away from your embrace and chuckles to himself. “Wow, I never thought I’d see the day!”
“Foggy, please, I used to hang out here with you guys everyday after work; don’t act like we’re strangers, now.”
He takes a breath and looks you up and down.
“Well, I would say you deserve a drink, wouldn’t you?” He calls over the bartender and puts in an order for two O’Harren’s Scotch Whiskeys, neat.
He is certainly the same old Foggy you know and love, just as you remember him - bright eyes, a smile that lights up the room. You were so caught up in your own problems you forgot how much you missed him.
“So, how’ve you been?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“Fine, fine. How are you?” The bartender stops in front of you two and hands you your drinks. Of course, you care about Foggy and the firm, but there’s really one person in particular you’re curious about. “How’s the firm doing?”
“He’s fine.” Foggy gives you a knowing look. Foggy could always see right through your facade, time away obviously didn’t change that.
You look down at the warm brown liquid in your hands in silence. You take a deep sigh and tentatively take a sip. It burns like a bitch going down.
“Whew! Now I remember why I don’t come here anymore” you say jokingly. Foggy laughs at your reaction and takes a sip of his own drink.
“How is, um - how’s Karen?” you ask shyly.
“She’s good. The firm’s good. Matt’s good… We all miss you, ya know.” You look up to Foggy’s eyes, knowing he’s keeping some of his thoughts to himself.
“I miss you all, too.” you give him a sad smile. “Does he - god, this is so stupid… does he ever, you know… ask about me?” You say, once again finding the contents of your glass particularly interesting.
Foggy remains quiet. “We were all left with a lot of questions when you left.”
There’s a brief pause. You don’t exactly know what to say next.
“And him and Karen, I heard they’re doing well” you say, more to yourself than anyone else.
You shouldn’t have come here. There’s too many memories here, too many bridges you’ve burned.
“I hope the office isn’t too empty without me,” you say with a melancholy smile.
“I don’t understand why you won’t just come back.” Foggy turns to you, searching your face, attempting to find any expression, any reaction. “We need you here.”
You look back up to him. “Foggy, you know I want to - of course I want to… but… I really do like it in Washington… And it’s good money and the city is always exciting and the people there are nice… you’d like a lot of them…” Your sentence starts to fall off.
Foggy knows a bullshit excuse when he hears it. He looks at you again with those knowing eyes, with that look. That “Tell me the real reason” look.
You sigh. “It’s just… there’s too many memories here, you know that… It’s just better if I put distance between me and my past.”
You know that was only partially the truth. You would love to come back to Hell’s Kitchen; you love the firm and miss your friends… but, your biggest fear is having your heart broken, and you were far close to getting burned last time. You had to move away. Just leaving the firm wasn’t going to cut it. You had to completely start fresh - new city, new job, new friends.
Your innate sense of self-preservation can be a real bitch sometimes.
You and Foggy both look back to the drinks in front of you, sitting in silence once again. You look up to Foggy, hoping to revive the conversation with the pathetic “So how’s the weather been?” question when you look over his shoulder to the front door.
The front door bell jingles.
And then you spot him.
MATT
Matt walks in and instantly knows he’s made a mistake. His hesitations were right - his senses were right. He thought he heard the steady drum of your heartbeat from about two blocks away as he walked to Josie’s, but he convinced himself it was just his mind playing another trick on him. No way he could be hearing your heartbeats for real, not after he’s thought about the rhythmic thumps day and night since you left. The week after you were gone he could have sworn he heard it everywhere. He was constantly listening for it every time he entered a room. He was constantly looking around in search of you, convinced you hadn’t actually left.
But now he hears it, clear as day, in Josie’s bar, strong and steady. He can pinpoint it to the fourth seat at the bar, beating along, right next to Foggy’s.
He thought you’d never be caught dead in Hell’s Kitchen again - let alone Josie’s - not with the way you two left things.
He stands there in the entryway - baffled, lips slightly parted, clutching his cane with white knuckles - just focusing on your heartbeat. The same heartbeat he heard when he would check in on you back at Washington. Sometimes, he would stop by your new apartment ever since he discovered your new address. He was only checking in, purely for security reasons - or at least that’s how he justified it to himself. He was just ensuring you were safe and making sure no one was coming after you because of your ties to the devil of hell’s kitchen. He wouldn’t stay for more than a few minutes, climbing to the roof of your building to sift through the countless voices and sounds so he can find you within the sea of residents. He could pick out your heartbeat rather easily, sometimes he could even hear your faint humming as you cooked dinner, or your favorite show playing in the background. He could only stay for a minute. If he stayed any longer he wouldn’t be able to leave, to stop himself from knocking on your door. He always came around dinner time, just checking to make sure you were safe - definitely not checking to see if you had met anyone else. Of course not. He knew he was being selfish, continuing to put you at risk. Hell, he even tried to move on, spending every other night with a new nameless woman of the week. He thought hooking up with other girls would be his distraction away from the devil, but even after a few months, the distractions never seemed to work and only left him aching for you more and more. The only person who even came close to helping him move on was Karen, but Matt could never fall for Karen. She’s one of his best friends; no matter how hard he tried, he could just never see her in a romantic light. He never sees Karen that way. Not the way he saw - sees - you.
Suddenly, he is broken out of his train of thought by the familiar chime of the entry way’s bell; Matt could sense the person standing behind him, waiting patiently to come inside.
He turns, “Oh, sorry - I’m sorry about that,” stepping aside, giving way for the patron to enter.
Now he’s done it. He can’t walk out undetected now - you’re smart enough to be aware of your surroundings - of course you would have seen him come in… turning around and leaving is out of the question.
Taking a deep breath, he summons the courage to take the first step in your direction.
YOU
When you see him - in his black suit jacket and tie, holding his cane, donning his rose tinted glasses and five oclock shadow - you can’t bring yourself to look away. You were just starting to forget what he looked like after being apart for so long. But now, his image is burned into your mind.
“He looks good,” you think to yourself. Quickly, you snap your gaze down to your feet, realizing you’ve been staring way longer than is normal, when he takes a deep inhale and starts heading towards your direction.
Your mind starts to scramble, “Shit shit shit shit…” Foggy turns to see what you’ve been staring at and sets his sights on his partner briskly walking over.
“Matt!” Foggy yells cheerfully, clasping a hand on Matt’s shoulder.
“Hi, Foggy,” Matt says playfully. Matt takes the seat on the opposite end of Foggy, an act you are eternally grateful for, and orders himself a drink.
That’s odd. He still hasn’t even addressed you. Can he really not sense you’re here? With your nerves increasing your heartbeat and making you unexpectedly hot, you thought it was obvious. Has he really forgotten you so quickly? Or is he just playing dumb?
“Funny seeing you here, Matt. I was just catching up with our first ever fired employee,” Foggy teases, gesturing towards you.
“Ah, ah, ah, Nelson. You didn’t fire me, I _quit, _remember?” You tease back. “Finally found myself a job that could actually pay me…”
“Hey! We offered many a compensation for your hard work!”
“And, unfortunately, free post notes and soup ramen lunches was not enough to sustain my way of life,” you sigh, making Matt and Foggy smile.
“We could actually pay you now, you know,” Matt says over Foggy. He gives you a small smile.
“Yeah, we’re, like, hot shot lawyers now,” Foggy adds. Matt’s still staring pensively at you.
You chuckle, “Well, I’m glad to see you’re both doing well for yourselves.” You look back down to your glass, cracking under Matt’s gaze. “You guys deserve it.” You say, peaking a glance back up at Matt.
MATT
God, he missed your voice.
Matt’s always loved the sound of your voice, from the first time he heard it. Nothing sounded sweeter to him than hearing your melodic tone drifting and bouncing around the office walls. You never thought it was anything special, but Matt knew better. Your voice always comforted him, stabilized him, gave him something to pick out of a crowd and focus on when things started becoming too much. It was bright and animated, but it could also be soothing and gentle.
When just the two of you stayed late at the office together - you would sit close, thighs lightly touching - and your voice would drop slightly lower, become more breathy, like you were always whispering a special secret only he was permitted to hear. He missed the sound of your voice late at night - velvety - a voice only _he _ever got to hear.
Even now, your voice, cool and teasing, had an effect on him. He could feel the blush rising underneath his skin and he took another sip of his drink to ground himself from being sucked into you - your scent, your sound, the warmth you radiated.
And he knew you were feeling the same. Everytime he spoke or looked your way, he could sense your body temperature start to rise slightly, warming the aromatic perfume on your neck, further drawing him in.
Everything you did engulfed him, even without trying. That’s why you were so dangerous to be around. He could so easily fall back with you, so easily flood his mind with you again. It was an intoxicating need, to be enveloped by you again. But, he knew you left for a reason and he was trying to respect that, even if that reason had nothing to do with him.
“Sooo, Matt,” Foggy says slowly, “what are you… doing here? You never come down to Josie’s on a Wednesday… not - not that I mind seeing you, of course, but… you know what I mean.” He always did have a way with words.
“Well, I actually came to talk business, I know you fraternize around here on Wednesday nights and I needed to discuss our defense for the case on Friday.”
Matt easily slipped into legislative talk with Foggy, the whole time trying to pretend your eyes weren’t burning through him - pretending he can’t smell your sickly sweet shampoo or the way your heart steadily beats within your chest. He was obviously distracted and eventually Foggy had enough.
“Matt -I’m sorry to interrupt - can we talk in private real quick.” Foggy quickly grabs Matt by the arm and leads him to the other side of the pool tables.
Standing in the dimly lit back corner of the bar, all Matt can smell now is the overwhelming waft of cigarette smoke and beer; he’s having trouble picking out the sound of your breaths between the constant chatter and sound of pool balls bouncing on the tables around him.
“Matt, buddy, listen. You gotta talk to her.”
“What do you mean, we were just talking, we were just catching up…” Matt’s listening but he’s still straining to pick up on you, zoning in and out of what Foggy’s saying.
“Matt,” Foggy warns. Matt doesn’t even need to see the knowing look Foggy shoots him. “You need to tell her how you feel or ask her to come back or clear the air or explain yourself, I don’t know, anything.“
Matt pauses and sighs, “Foggy…”
“No, Matt, listen to me… You are in love with this girl. You may not want to admit it to me, but you are in love with this girl and she is here. She is here sitting at the bar, looking like…that… looking at_ you_ like that. Go get her, before someone else does. And… if you can’t bring yourself to tell her, at least get her to come back to the firm. The firm needs her - me, you, Karen - we need her here. We all miss her. It hasn’t been the same since she’s left and I know you can feel it, too. You are, quite possibly, the only person that can convince her to come back. Just…” Foggy takes a long pause. “She’s been asking about you and Karen… At least clear the air. So we can all have our friend back…”
Matt looks down and nods.
“God, Matt, this girl’s really got some hold on you, doesn’t she?”
YOU
You keep peeking over, seeing them chatting. Foggy’s using some of his more excessive hand gestures and exaggerated expressions; the case must be pretty serious…
You can slightly spot Matt’s eyes glancing towards you behind his glasses. You know he can’t see you, but his gaze makes you nervous all the same. You reach up to rub your neck, hiding your blushing face behind your arm.You look back down into your glass to distract yourself from Matt’s eyes.
A few seconds later, you start to hear two pairs of footsteps returning.
Before you even turn around, Foggy begins, “Welp, I think I’m gonna take off,” he rests a hand on your shoulder, “but don’t worry, I leave you in Matt’s highly capable hands.” Matt chuckles at that.
“Thanks, Foggy,” he says looking down to his feet shyly. Foggy looks back at you and pulls you into another tight hug.
“It was really great to see you again,” he whispers softly in your ear.
“You too,” you whisper back, hugging him a little tighter before pulling away.
“Alright,” Foggy sighs, “don’t be a stranger.” You wave goodbye one last time before he walks out, heading back to his apartment.
You take a deep breath, scared that this may be the last time you could ever see him, the last time you talk with him.
MATT
Matt takes the seat next to yours gently, looking down at the bar. He’s having trouble starting the conversation, too distracted with his thigh brushing against yours. He wonders if you know it was on purpose. You must have; he’s never been afraid to admit his love language is physical touch. He’s always loved touching you and being near you, even in the simplest ways; brushing against your arm when you sat side by side or resting a hand on your knee while he worked; it always satisfied his craving for closeness. When you were together, well, spending time together, you both loved to constantly touch, but under these circumstances, it was like torture. The need to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin, it was driving him crazy.
Matt smirks and says in his deep, gravelly voice, “Hi… It’s good to finally see, well, hear, you again.” He looks over to you with a smile.
“Hi,” you reply meekly, unable to make eye contact with him.
“How are you? How’s Washington?” He hated small talk. He hated that you didn’t know how to act around each other anymore.
“Good… Good. Work’s good. How, um, how are you?”
“I’m fine…” Matt looks down to his drink. Oh, god, should he just say it? Should he just tell you how unbelievably in love he is right here and now?
“We’ve all missed you.” He can’t bring himself to do it.
“Yeah, Foggy mentioned that.”
Silence.
This is painful. He should just tell you. Screw the awkwardness and the waiting…
“Foggy told me you were asking about Karen” He decides against it.
“Oh.. yeah, I hope she’s doing all right, too, of course,” you say looking up at him briefly, taken aback by his statement. You quickly look back down to the drink you’ve been nursing all night.
Matt says your name softly, but grabs your hand and squeezes to get you to finally look up at him.
“Me and Karen aren’t together… We were never together.” You stare at him for a moment, sitting in what he had to say, taking it all in.
“Oh… I.. I didn’t mean to assume… I just thought that… well you two had gotten very close…” you say, looking back to your hands.
“We’re friends. She was there for me, especially after you left.”
You look back up at him, shocked.
“Wh- after I left? I don’t understand. What are you saying?”
It’s now or never.
“After you left,” Matt takes a deep breath, “it was hard for me… and Karen was there to… help me get through everything.”
You looked mortified.
”I - I thought I was getting in the way of your relationship. I didn’t want to ruin any potential you guys may have had. I… I didn’t want to stand in the way of my best friends being happy…”
Matt only looked at you, a range of emotions taking over his face. Confusion, anger, sadness, relief.
“So, what? You got some idea into your head that we were together and you just up and left?”
“Matt, I- I’m sorry. I thought I was helping you, I-”
“You left,” he says, cutting you off swiftly.
He has to tell you, he needs you to know how he really feels, before you slip from his grasp again.
“You just moved away. No explanation, well, no real explanation. That ‘new job in Washington’ excuse was bullshit and you know it…”
He spoke as if he was calm and collected. He probably even seemed levelheaded, but on the inside, he was scrambling. He needed to get everything out there. All of his feelings had to be put on the table for you to really see, then you could make a decision whether or not you wanted to leave him again.
He took a deep breath, “You didn’t even say goodbye. I had to hear from Foggy that you left. I thought…. I thought I meant something to you…”
“God, of course you did! That’s why I left. I- I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I refused to fall in love with you if you didn’t feel the same way.”
Tears were starting to form in your eyes. No, no, no. He hated when you cried. He never wanted to shame or guilt you, he just wants to tell you what happened, how he felt.
You wipe your eyes, attempting to collect yourself.
“I- God - I was afraid that you didn’t love me as much as I love you. I was afraid to be second choice and I-”
“Wait, what?” Matt stops you. “You thought- you thought I didn’t love you?” He just stares at you, speechless.
You nod, sniffling.
He says your name again, so soft it’s almost a whisper.
“I haven’t felt whole since you left. I loved you. God- of course I loved you. I couldn’t - I can’t stop thinking about you. Anytime I walk into a room I listen for your heartbeat, I wait to hear your voice, to smell your perfume. I’m drowning in you… I can’t think when I’m near you, I can’t think when I’m apart from you. I’m constantly drowning in you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life is you. You _own _me. When you left before I could tell you I loved you, I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life… because I let you go. I could never forgive myself if you found someone else… I’ve thought of you every day since you’ve been gone. It sounds pathetic, but it’s true… I thought you loved me… and when you left, I was crushed. I had gotten so used to being near you, to being in love with you, that I never thought about what I would possibly do without you… You thought I didn’t love you… God, you couldn’t have been more wrong…”
Hastily, he grabs your face with both hands, pulling you towards him for a desperate kiss.
Your lips were so warm and soft, just as he imagined they’d be.
His hands dropped down to lightly hold onto your neck and brush your pulse points with his thumbs. He revels in the feel of your skin, the soft, smooth texture that instantly soothes his nerves.
You slowly reached your hands up to the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.
God, you were perfect.
After running out of breath, you both pulled away slightly, resting your foreheads together to take some deep breaths, smiles taking over your faces.
“I love you, Matty,” you say softly.
Matt leans in for another small kiss.
“I love you, too,” he says delicately against your lips, making you blush.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
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Dress Up (CH2 - Different Light)
*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.
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Rating: Explicit | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart
Additional Tags (All chapters listed): Established Relationship, hand wavy timeline, Lace Panties, Spanking, Lingerie, Oral Sex, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Character dealing with/avoiding their PTSD, Rimming, Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Bloody Kisses, Polyamory
The last outfit worked out so well, Kyle decides to to try another. He decides to pop into Warrior’s on a busy night and hang out just out of Guy’s reach. He's starting to be honest with himself about the reason he craves these distractions.
Kyle walked into Warriors and it was packed. Guy’s first thought was thank God, finally some help. The second was being annoyed that Kyle had the nerve to strut in here all dressed up, looking that good when Guy didn’t have a free hand to do anything about it. He threw the towel he was holding over his shoulder and stared his lover down.
Kyle was rocking his Hot Topic chic, and on anyone else it would probably look stupid. He had stolen Guy’s Warrior jacket and slung it over his favorite Nine Inch Nails shirt. He had on his Way Too Tight jeans and knee-high, lace-up boots. He’d done the thing with his hair that made it look sex-wrecked on purpose. He had on eyeliner too which made his cat eyes even more enticing. He dropped himself onto a bar stool, tossing his hair and licking his teeth.
“Whadda ya think ya doin’?”
“Visiting.” Kyle lifted himself onto the bar, rummaging through the bottles until he found what he wanted. He sat back, opening the bottle and taking a long pull without grimacing. Kyle was the only person Guy had ever met who had the same vices, for better or worse. “Wanna watch me make this bottle disappear?” Kyle flattened his tongue and ran it up the neck of the bottle.
“Cut it out. It ain’t cute. M’already gettin’ killed ‘ere.” Guy snatched the bottle away, taking a swig. He was already about 3 shots away from his Baltimore accent becoming unintelligible. When Guy was drunk he sounded like he was trying to talk around a mouthful of marbles, overcompensating by steamrolling the vowels. “How ‘bout a lil’ help, sweetheart?”
“Stress relief?” Kyle fisted the bottle neck suggestively.
“Kyle,” Guy sighed, one irritated syllable.
“I thought you liked taking your clothes off of me,” Kyle pouted.
“Kyle.” Two syllables now, a warning. “Ya hide from me, ya throw yaself at me. What’s going on with—“
“I’ll help you,” Kyle said, hopping over the bar. As he bent to grab glasses he rubbed his backside against Guy’s groin, “As long as you promise to help me later.” He started mixing drinks and running orders so Guy could run the kitchen. He could feel Guy’s eyes on him through the night as the hours dragged on.
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They found a brief moment of respite. The customers were well into their drinks and conversations. The ticket printer had finally stopped screeching out orders for the moment. Guy leaned on the prep counter, breathing a little heavy but he had that satisfied smile on his face—a real one. This kind of work takes him back, keeps him humble.
Kyle held his arms out. “Hey stranger,” he said as Guy gave him a tight embrace.
“Ay yaself.”
Guy was relieved to finally get a chance to touch Kyle. Having him so close yet so far away was torture. He leaned back and took a languid look at his lovely partner.
“See something you like?”
“Yeah, everything.” Guy looked at the timers and tried to plan a way to drag his partner behind the walk-in without neglecting the friers. He rubbed Kyle’s back idly and his hands wandered under the hem of Kyle’s shirt. Instead of warm skin his fingers skidded over ribbons and straps and…lace. “What’s all this? This for me?”
Kyle put his arms around Guy’s neck, stroking his hair, “Who else?”
Someone hotter, Guy doesn’t say. He tilts his head, leaning into Kyle’s touch. He lets his lips part as an invitation but Kyle doesn’t rise up on his toes to kiss him anymore. So he studies Kyle’s face instead. There was a slight tremor in his breath but his gaze was steady. Guy could look into those green eyes forever. They’re a little dilated even in the florescent light of the kitchen. He’s horny, maybe a little nervous. If Guy wasn’t so drunk and insecure at this point he would’ve bent Kyle over the prep table already. He ran his hands over Kyle’s hips, giving his ass a gentle squeeze. He still hoped for the kiss he was too apprehensive to take for himself.
“Ah, ah,” Kyle tutted, removing the rogue hands, “That’s for later.”
“Aw, c’mon. Lemme see,” Guy tugged at the shirt again and Kyle smacked his hands.
“Oh, I will. Let’s finish this shift so you can take me home,” Kyle smiled. He looked over his shoulder and added, “Bring cash.”
Guy slid Dukes of Hazard style over the counter and manned the stove with renewed fervor.
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They spent the flight home wrapped around each other, the path from the bar to their balcony memorized. Seeing them floating by, oblivious to the comings and goings of Oa, was a familiar sight by now. They landed and Guy pushed Kyle though the balcony door as Kyle shedded the jacket and threw it over the couch.
“So what’s the occasion?” Guy asked, still trying to get his hands at whatever Kyle was hiding under his clothes.
“Did you bring the money?”
“Baby I got ya money, don’cha worry,” Guy sang as he pulled stacks of rubber-banded bills out of his uniform vest.
“Good,” Kyle’s eyes went wide at the fistful of cash Guy produced. “I hope you have enough for me.”
“What’s mine is yours, baby, you know that. What do ya need this much money for?”
“I wanna play a game. I’m gonna try and run you broke. And, I wanna see how sleazy you can really be.”
“Well, ya got the right Guy for that,” Guy pointed at himself with both thumbs, “Ya not gonna murder me are ya, Jigsaw?”
“Go get changed,” Kyle said, slapping Guy’s ass as he headed to his old-bedroom-now-studio. “Unless you pick up strippers in your GL duds.”
“Pick up str—Oh!” Guy cackled and rubbed his hands together, “This is gonna be fun.”
Guy strutted to their bedroom and hit the light. The room was awash in deep red, which Guy perceived as low light with heavy contrast. A construct couch and stripper pole glittered in the dim light. A stereo sat on the dresser softly playing music that was mostly bass. Two glasses, a bucket of ice, and a few liquor bottles sat next to the stereo. Kyle had really put the details into this one. He either did his research or had actually taken himself to a strip joint.
Guy walked to the back of the room and dug about 15 years deep into the closet. Sleazy, he could do sleazy. He ran circles around sleazy while he fucked its sisters—raunchy, cheap, and trashy. Thankful he was such a pack rat, he shuffled through hideous clashing colors, leopard print, and mink. He got caught up with some of his old favorites, tossing a feather boa around his neck and a pimp hat on his head. He found a handheld Brick Breaker game and a canister of Pogs too. There really was way too much stuff in here.
He found himself torn between the Jackie Treehorn getup or the white t-shirt and jeans from when he and Kyle first met. He ended up deciding on the simple jeans and t-shirt because it would be so disarming. Sleaze was in intention. Sleaze was in the heart. After he changed, he poured himself a drink and man-spread on the couch.
On the other side of the wall, Kyle paced in his studio. Guy was right—he was running hot and cold. They went from normal to nothing to struggling to routine and now he was freaking out. He missed the beginning when everything was easy, when routine was comfort. He needed distance from what had happened. If he got lost in his thoughts, he’d remember. It all came rushing to the front of his mind so fast. Only the sound of his own blood pumping in the dead silence of space. The metallic burning smell like the aftershock of a firework that permeated the vast emptiness between the stars. And all the blood. Guy’s blood, floating from his body like ribbons underwater. No sound. Only one heartbeat. No other sound.
He leaned back to crack his back and took a deep breath. If he could find a way to talk about it, Guy would be right there with a hug and a joke but he just…couldn��t. He didn’t want to take the medicine, it made his mind crawl. It numbed everything, not just the pain.
I can do this, he thought. We’re gonna have fun. This will be fun and everything will feel normal and then we can talk. I will talk to him. Later. I will.
Kyle smoothed his hands over his shirt, thinking about the way Guy had been looking at him all night. He was gonna lose his mind when he saw what was underneath. No one had ever looked at him with that bare, pure desire. Not that openly. It made him feel anxious and heated all at once and he craved it. It made him insatiable. He felt undone.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror that sat atop his old dresser. He felt pretty confidant and liked how he looked. He wouldn’t say he was beautiful or gorgeous or any of the things Guy seemed to see. You really couldn’t toss a beachball in SoCal without hitting like, eight dudes that looked exactly like me, he thought. Kyle was just an art geek. Guy was a football star—tall and broad with those big blue eyes and a bright smile. Cut like a Greek statue to boot. He was honest and brave, gentle with children and animals, and spoke like a poet when you got him alone.
Kyle smiled at himself. It was just Guy in there. On his worst behavior by request. Get in there and have some fun.
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When Kyle entered he was still dressed, sadly. He acknowledged Guy with a quick glance and a small upturn of his lips. In the intense light he looked like one of his own charcoal drawings come to life. He walked over to the stereo and put on Head Like A Hole. He strode confidently to the pole and with his back to Guy, began to sway to the beat, shooting heated glances over his shoulder.
Guy couldn’t decide if Kyle was just nervous or if he genuinely had no plan. Or rhythm. He hid his smile behind his drink and threw a few ones at Kyle to encourage him. Seeing the money, Kyle put his back against the pole and slid down to his knees. He crawled towards the crumpled bills, picking them up and stuffing them in his pants. He looked Guy up and down again, struggling to suppress a warm smile. He bit his lip, trying to hold the disinterested, mysterious persona.
Setting down his drink, Guy pulled out a five. He held it up and wagged his eyebrows. He set the bill on his knee, inviting Kyle to come and get it. Kyle crawled to Guy’s lap, slowly sliding his hands up Guy’s legs and grabbing the bill as he went.
“Let’s see some skin, sweetheart,” Guy leered as Kyle stood up.
“Let’s see some money,” Kyle’s voice was low and breathy. Guy brandished another five, sitting up and sliding it down Kyle’s chest. He slid his hands under Kyle’s t-shirt, hooking his fingers in the top of Kyle’s jeans. As he shoved the bill in, he popped the button at the top of Kyle’s fly.
Kyle bit his lip and tried not to shiver. More industrial rock flowed from the stereo. He swayed to the beat again, sliding his hands over his stomach, gradually showing more and more as he raised his shirt up.
“Ya look good, baby,” Guy murmured as he snapped the band on a stack of tens, “Let’s see those tits.” He started to whip bills at Kyle with a practiced flick of the wrist.
Kyle quickly worked his shirt off, spinning it over his head and flinging it into the darkness. He let the money rain over him. Guy already had him feeling dirty and he loved it. Underneath his shirt, Kyle had been hiding lacy lingerie. A fitted, lace crop-top with heart cutouts on the front and back covered his pecs. At his waist was the top of a matching lace garter that disappeared underneath his pants.
Guy let out a low whistle, “Take it off, gorgeous.”
With the sound of velcro separating, Kyle pulled the pants apart at the outside seams, pulling them out of the tops of his boots and revealing the rest of his black lace secret. The garter belt held up thigh high stockings that disappeared into the boots, and it rested atop a lace g-string. Everything had tiny heart cutouts that matched the crop top. The outfit was soft and feminine in appearance but well made to fit and support a man’s body. Guy licked his lips in stunned silence. What was it Smart Robin had called this feeling? Bi-panic?
Kyle turned and walked towards the pole. With one hand on the pole, he made a leisurely circle, then hooked his knee on it a did a little spin. Guy showered him with much appreciative whistling and money throwing. Kyle wondered how much was on the floor. It was too dark to really see. Seeing Guy’s enthusiasm, he did a slow fan kick and another spin. He heard Guy muttering curses and saw him adjust himself in his pants. Kyle leapt halfway up the pole and used the momentum to turn himself upside-down for a few turns. When he dismounted he dropped into a split. He smiled at Guy’s rapt, open-mouthed expression.
Kyle decided he needed a little break and walked over to the dresser, leaning and pouring himself a drink. Guy got up to follow him.
“What’s ya name, sweetness?” Guy rumbled when he finally looked up from Kyle’s chest. He sidled up close enough that Kyle could feel his body heat.
“Uh,” Shit. Kyle hadn’t thought of a cool stripper name. He wasn’t really sure that they were going to talk, “Sugar,” he said quickly, riffing off of Guy’s pet name and feeling stupid.
“Is that because you taste so good?” Guy chuckled darkly. Kyle could feel the heat rushing to his face and was glad for the dim lighting. “How ‘bout I buy you a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Ya new?”
“Yeah. Just started.”
“I can tell,” Guy said, making Kyle frown. “Nah, don’t worry, hon. It’s ok. You don’t have to be good when you’re this hot.”
“I do just fine,” Kyle said, irritated.
“Sure, baby. You’ll get there. I don’t usually go for the newbies, but I’ll make an exception for you. How much for a private dance?”
Kyle’s jaw tensed. I’ll show him. “Fifty,” he spat.
“Cheap. Works for me,” Guy said and Kyle bristled. Guy reached behind his back, producing another stack of bills from his waistband. He laid one down next to Kyle’s glass. Then he counted five more of them out, folded them over, and slid them down Kyle’s thigh and into the top of his stocking. “Play something nice and slow for us, yeah?”
Kyle was white-knuckling the edge of their makeshift bar, equal parts furious and aroused. Goddam that man. Guy flopped back onto the couch, smirking and patting his lap. Kyle glared for a moment more, then turned to the stereo and set up a few songs.
Bass filled the room and Kyle approached, swaying and unhurried. Guy’s eyes had begun to glow softly in the dim room. He looked dangerous and it made Kyle’s heart pound. “No touching,” Kyle hissed as he took Guy’s wrists and planted his hands off to the sides of his lap.
“Ya say that now,” Guy said and Kyle glared. “You’ll give it up. They all do. Do you know who I am?” Guy’s eyes glowed more brightly. “Climb on up into Warrior’s lap, Sugar.” Guy knew how weak Kyle still was for that memory.
Kyle resisted the urge to clap his hand over his customer’s mouth; that thing was a lethal weapon. He dragged one leg over Guy’s lap and leaned on his shoulders to lift himself into a comfortable seat.
Having Guy’s full, wanton attention was more unnerving than he could’ve imagined. He wondered what it was like to have that much confidence; an ego so big he’d have to move into outer space to have enough breathing room. It was hot though, being the center of attention for a man who only did what he wanted, how he wanted, if he wanted.
He ran his hands through Guy’s hair, softly grazing his fingertips down his neck, over his shoulders, down his chest. He leaned back, placing his palms on Guy’s knees to balance. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the beat of the music as he rolled his hips into Guy’s lap. He could easily feel Guy’s rapidly growing erection through the thin fabric of his lingerie. He dug his fingers into the muscle of Guy’s enormous thighs, conscious of how far open his own knees were spread to straddle his big man’s lap. Guy’s body was about seventy percent shoulders and forty percent thighs. Kyle sighed to himself as he pictured his big sex machine naked.
Kyle loved their size difference, how Guy could make him feel small and surrounded. Between that and Guys big meaty hands it felt like he was living his guilty pleasure yaoi manga fantasies. Do not laugh about yaoi hands right now, Rayner. Get your head in the game, Kyle thought as he pressed his lips together to suppress a smile. He blew out a shaky breath as he fought off thoughts of giant green construct hands.
“Breathin’ heavy for me already?” Guy’s voice brought Kyle back to the moment. Kyle’s eyes opened and he took in the faintly glowing tattoos that had appeared on Guy’s—Warrior’s—face and arms. Kyle’s pulse raced. His crush on Guy the moment they met had been immediate and overwhelming. Images of Guy shirtless and later tattooed had filled his dreams and fantasies since then.
Kyle was suddenly aware of Guys hands traveling lightly up his ribs, thumbs brushing so gently against his nipples making him jump.
“Hey!” Kyle gasped, “No touching!”
“If you say so.” Guy held up his hands in mock surrender before returning them to his sides.
Kyle wanted that touch and it killed him to enforce the rules of their game. How the fuck was Guy not out of money yet? On cue, Guy pulled another bill from his pocket. He dragged it down Kyle’s abs and over the lacy panties, making lazy circles around Kyle’s bulge. Kyle groaned as he realized Guy had completely flipped the power balance and that was perfectly fine with him. Guy brazenly began rubbing Kyle’s cock over the underwear with nothing but the bill separating them.
“N-no touching,” Kyle breathed as he leaned into Guy’s big, warm hand. Guy’s fingers were creeping around the edges of the panties, teasing Kyle’s shaft and sending his blood thrumming in his ears.
“You’re right. Rules are rules,” Guy said, tucking the money into Kyle’s garter belt, “And I don’t want either of us getting kicked out.” He pulled another bill out of his pocket, trailing the movement over Kyle’s thigh making him shiver. Biting the bill between his teeth he asked, “How ‘bout a kiss instead?”
“Keep your hands down,” Kyle desperately tried to put any kind of authority in his voice. He leaned forward, putting his hands on Guy’s shoulders again. Their chests pressed together as he leaned in. He brushed their lips together as he ducked in close to take the bill from Guy’s mouth with his own.
Guy’s hand clenched suddenly in Kyle’s hair. Kyle let out a startled sound, dropping the bill and Guy smashed their mouths together in a rough kiss. Kyle’s body clamped down around Guy’s as he kissed back savagely.
“Wait, hey!” Kyle hissed, shoving his arms between them and clamping a hand over Guy’s mouth. “No touching, goddamnit!” He could feel Guy’s laugh rumble into his palm. Guy grabbed two greedy handfuls of Kyle’s ass and Kyle’s hands flew to his wrists to stop him.
“Ya want me kid, I can feel it,” Guy said.
“Still costs extra.”
“Name ya price.”
“You can’t afford it.”
“Bet. I’d sell my soul for you, hell, I’ll sell my fucking bar for you, baby.”
“A thousand,” Kyle panted, “A thousand and I’ll let you take me home.”
“Done.” Guy reached into the back of his waistband again and Kyle began digging behind his shoulders, trying to pull his shirt up and see where he was hiding all this money. Guy’s hand wrapped around the back of Kyle’s head and he shoved a banded stack of cash into Kyle’s mouth. Kyle made an indignant sound, and then another as he was hauled over Guy’s shoulder. Guy slapped Kyle’s vulnerable ass as he stood up. Kyle banged his fists playfully against Guy’s back as he grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like fucking barbarian.
Guy dumped Kyle unceremoniously in the center of the room. “Get on ya knees, slut,” he growled as he unzipped his jeans.
Kyle opened his mouth to say something angry and was immediately distracted by Guy pulling his thick cock out. Kyle bit his lip as he stared, his retort and the rack of cash both forgotten.
“C’mere,” Guy said softly this time. Kyle crawled towards him until he was at Guy’s feet. He ran his hands up Guy’s legs as he rose up on his knees. He tugged Guy’s jeans down, focused on the prize in front of him. “Look at me,” Guy whispered, fingers trailing under Kyle’s chin.
Kyle looked up into Guy’s desperate gray-blue eyes. He took Guy’s length in his hand and gave it a long, slow lick from bottom to top. He loved blowing Guy. It was the one thing he could do where Guy would be selfish and just take. He locked eyes with Guy and proceeded to give him a thousand dollar blowjob.
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They laid tangled together naked, quietly panting into each other’s skin. Kyle’s legs ached from riding Guy’s big body so enthusiastically. He ran his fingers idly through the soft hair on Guy’s belly. He looked up at Guy’s chin from where he was tucked against the bigger man’s side. Guy’s arm was flung over his face and his whole body was sticky with sweat.
“We didn’t even make it to the bed this time,” Kyle laughed.
Guy moved his arm to look down and smile, “I’ve always wanted to fuck on a pile of money.”
“Where did all that money come from, anyways?”
“Well…okay, don’t get mad. Cuz lemme tell ya, I really mean I’d sell the whole bar for you to hit me with the Hyuk Guk 9000.”
“The what?” Kyle chortled.
“The Super Sucker. The Gaginator. That thing you do where you’re sucking and swallowing at the same time.”
Kyle buried his face in Guy’s chest as he laughed hysterically.
“So, yeah. No disrespect to the master here. But this,” Guy reached behind his back, pretending to dig in his ass, “This is just…Monopoly money.” He let a fistful of bills rain down. Kyle put his hand out to catch a few and then they just, disappeared.
“Oh, you jerk! You dickhead!”
“You wanted sleazy.” Guy shrugged.
“That’s fucked.”
“Exactly. Ow!” Guy chuckled as Kyle punched him in the arm. “Hey. Hey. You’re worth every penny of the real thing. Sorry your man’s a broke chud.”
“You’re not a chud,” Kyle smiled. “I just can’t believe I let you neg me and rip me off. You get me so distracted,” he said, pushing himself up to straddle Guy again.
Guy clicked his tongue and looked away.
“I mean it,” Kyle said grabbing Guy’s chin, bringing his gaze back. Kyle ran his hands up and down Guy’s big shoulders and biceps. “You’re a beast. You’re insanely hot. I get so worked up just looking at you.”
Guy looked away again, smiling this time, “Thank you,” he said softly. He grabbed Kyle’s hips, feeling his body responding again already. “So, you gonna tell me what all this is about?”
“What do you mean?” Kyle asked, smile faltering.
“Look, all this has been really hot and really fun. I’m here for it anytime you want it, especially when you wanna get freaky.”
“So? What’s the problem then?”
“Baby,” Guy ran his thumbs along Kyle’s hipbones, “You barely let me touch you for months.”
Kyle sighed and started to stand up.
“No.” Guy held him firmly in place. “Don’t run from me, I’m not gonna push. I just wanna know when you’re gonna talk to me.”
“Not yet,” Kyle whispered, laying his hands over the vicious scar on Guy’s abdomen, “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” Guy let that hang in the quiet for a span. “C’mere,” he bade, gently tugging Kyle to lay at his side again. Kyle went willingly, tucking himself into his spot, resting his head over Guy’s heart. “You hear that?” Guy asked, gently pressing Kyle’s head into his chest. “That’s yours.”
“I can’t lose anyone else, Guy. I can’t lose you. I can’t. I’m digging two holes this time.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Nothing’s gonna take me from you.” Guy kissed the top of Kyle’s head and he squeezed him close. “Nothing.”
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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕
Thank you love!!
There's actually a few more pieces tied into some fandom events that won't be released to later in the year, but when I reflect on my last six months? Here ya go - let's start with visual, and I'll also share fics and memes lol ~
Since this is a long post, I'll put everything under the cut 😎
Here are the listings for the above, with some commentary below, and each individual post also has image descriptions 🤗
1. "Your eyes, like a church window." - Louis
This was technically my second piece of IWTV art (if I recall correctly lol) but it's one of my faves because of the religious subtext of the lights forming a cross, and the darkness lurking just beneath with the blood splatter on the clothes. When I think of Louis I think layers upon layers upon layers. And I really wanted to capture that with this piece: that of course there's the first impression, but there's some details, too that once you put it all together conveys a deeper complexity, kind of like Louis 🤗
2. "He found you lost, and guided you." - Armand
And probably my most popular art piece to date, that I can't imagine topping any time soon - my Muslim!Armand piece. Thanks to my own fandom history and getting to know many people, I personally can vouch that some queer religious rep is meaningful to not only me but several of my friends. All rep is important of course, and though I'm not personally Muslim, I thought of the friends in my past who this might mean a lot to as I was working on it, and also tried to honor his history by giving it Renaissance and a sort of Da Vinci sketchbook vibes - and I was grateful and humbled that it's resonated with others as well.
3. "Would you like me to play for you?" - Rockstar!Lestat
This was my first time drawing leather, and I listened to Maneskin the entire eight hours this took to draw. That's it, that's the vibes with that one lol!
4. "You're his destiny, Louis." - Loustat
I'm fairly certain this was my first piece for IWTV - I went in hard lol. Religious allegories? Check! Blood and violence? Check Check!! You got Saint Louis, blood tears that remind me of Marian statues crying blood (and I may have already made some commentary about that here), and then of course sacrificial love - the whole inscription that reads "suffering feels religious if you do it right." Like I went so fucking hard yo lolll.
5. "Eddie's Favorite Jacket" - Eddie Munson
Switching gears because I am capable of other fandoms lol - Eddie! I did this one just last month, and I think it might be one of my favorites 😍 I adore Eddie, I vibe with the ND coded energy (allow me to project lol). And getting to draw this for a friend's fic was a bonus!
But also, reflecting on the last year of fic writing ~ that would mostly be my dark fic for The Old Guard! You can read more about it here, but also my precanon fic, which you can find out more about here, I also really enjoyed the covers I made for them which you can see below (including the Joe and Nicky manips!) 🤗
And finally, memes, because I'm a crack humor sort of gal!
My VDay cards:
And assorted, but also the bottom two are for the IWTV BB 💕
However I'll also direct anyone seeing this post to also feel free to check out "my IWTV web weaving" tag for a few pieces I've done - more to come! But essentially I love words, and poetry and a theme, so I have a blast with those as well!
This was super fun to reflect on, thank you love!!
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Here’s my note before I’ll get started….
(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)
🇵🇷Me: It's finally here, everyone! Before we can head towards month of 🎃October 2022, I managed to save my last art share for September I've work on. Yet another birthday related when saving two for 🐶Spot Speedster (my P-pal's Chowder OC) and a promised one for Romulus907 after turning 24 years old. Though I might help when putting things together; no problem. Anyways, first off was Spot Speedster's 11th Birthday as Maxwell and Sam takes their turn; especially after letting their sister to celebrate 🐰Riya's Birthday from past week.
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🐰🖌Maxwell: That's right. We also brought our own speedster clothes to go along with it. We're still look awesome when riding in our turbo sneakers. 😉👍🏼
🦊⚽️Sam: Mhm! We wish you a happy birthday celebration to you, Spot!
🇵🇷Me: And now the second one that I made a promise for Romulus907 if making my art gift to give him. Something that I should've been after seeing my P-pal's and other friend's work to celebrate his 24th birthday. Hoping that it wasn't too late still to do a favor for him.
🐰🖌Maxwell: It's fine enough, but nice to know when making a second art gift for your friend that you wanted it.
🐰👊💥May: Yeah. Like the way how you wanted us when wearing our cuteness defender clothes as we're the part of the team; mostly proof from your creator friend's past artwork. Hope he will enjoy this too as well.
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🦊⚽️Sam: Gotta tell ya, this is an ongoing month of birthdays that our creator friend went through. Not because it was a bad thing. Some birthdays included his that he had a good time celebrated. Although with our friend's birthday like Wilson, the Red Panda Kids, Leo, Bearo, and Beara is something else. In a good way though when making comics for them.
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🐰🖌Maxwell: Don't forget that we celebrate our old friend to show how we care about him despite from past years.
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🐰🖌Maxwell: What a month that we've been having, but at least something to worth remember. Happy late Birthday for Romulus907, by the way.
🇵🇷Me: Yup. Hope I can take a break for a while before next month's planning; especially what I got in store during Inktober. 👍🏼
Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301
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Ask me: FANDOM EDITION
A - Your current OTP
C - A pairing you have never liked and probably never will
N - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor
O - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of
X - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go
Oopps I got carried away, if you don't want to do all of them just choose two or three at random 😊
Hiiii! :)
No worries :)
A: Darklina
C: To stay on brand: Malina.
N: Err, I don't really have one. It's like asking for your favorite book.
O: Okay, let my shuffled playlist decide... Bwhahaha, okay, the first song that came on is "Der Guten Tag Hop-Clop" from The Producers XD Yeah, that doesn't remind me of any OTP XD Skipping, skipping, skipping... Okay, it's not gonna work XD So I'm gonna say "Hogyha kell egy tánc" ("If I want to dance"). It's a song from the musical Elisabeth, about the life of Sisi, the empress of Austria. The musical itself is rather... gothic. It's narrated by Sisi's murderer, and there is a love triangle amongst Sisi, her husband Franz Josef, and... Death. Death is in love with Sisi and follows her through life. This song is a duet between the two of them, where Sisi reasserts her newfound independence and power ("If I want to dance/I'll choose my partner"), while Death encourages her and kinda reminds her that it's due to him. And yeah, once again, staying on brand: Darklina XD
X: Rogue/Gambit, Skye/Grant Ward, Zuko/Katara
Z: Um, fan related? So I translated The Prison Healer not so long ago, which is a YA fantasy, and I had my reservations at first, but it turned out to be pretty good. Really good. Good enough that I wanted to see what happens next right away. See, it's a trilogy, and I could get my hands on the second book, no problem, but the third book came out in Australia two weeks ago (the athor is Australian), and yesterday in the US/UK, but I haven't been able to get it yet, and it's driving me mad, because I'm at like 90% into book 2, and I don't want to finish it until I have the third book. But, at the same time, before The Prison Healer, I translated Anthiny Ryan's The Pariah, which is medieval fantasy, and that was sooo good as well. And the second book in that series is coming out on the 30th, but I did manage to snatch an ARC from Netgalley, and I'm about halfway through, but... I'm not feeling it as much as the first book? In the first book the landscape, the situation, the power balance everything kept changing (the protagonist went from outlaw to prisoner to scribe to soldier), but this second book just has a lot of sieges. And the author is I think is a historian, and he really knows his stuff when it comes to medieval warfare and whatnot, but I'm itching for the characters to have an actual conversation instead of fighting all the time.
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juuust the two of us
#dragon ball#dragon ball gt#yamtien#tiencha#yamucha#yamcha#tien#tenshinhan#snap sketches#GONNA EDIT THE TAGS AND ADD MORE I GOTTA RUN TO VOLLEYBALL BYYYE#SEE YA IN TWO SECONDS WHEN I EDIT THESE TAGS <3#ok I’m back hi :)#I’m the fanartisT AND fanfic writer I get to decide what I draw#I just wanted to uhhh point out I know what a glabella is 😩#Tien’s third eye sucks cause I have to google terms like that so shit makes as much sense as I can word them#can I just say Yamcha’s car is stupid small like Christ I could have utilized that fact but I didn’t <3#anyways y’all better read the caption like the song You Know The One 🤧🤧#I wish I had more time to work on this I feel like I’m not totally satisfied with it but w/e no time 😤#ok bye bye forreal now it’s ball time :)
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Hihi:) I hope your requests are open and if I could like..can I get poly ghost stu and billy with someone who squirts for the first time😶
Of course they’re open!! Ahh! y’all dont know how giddy this makes me!! Thank you so much for being my first request, I hope you like it! <3 (honestly i tried so hard to write this up quickly)
warning: smut, bondage/being held down, overall roughness, degradation mixed with praise, tag-teaming, forced orgasms, AFAB and mentions of more feminine pet names “Babygirl” etc, barely edited rip.
Quick little bullet list for ya-
Stu and Billy absolutely got a kick out of it when they figured out that you could squirt that night.
It gave them a second wind lol
Honestly they find it pretty hot, how easy they could just make you gush
They do get competitive about it some-nights seeing you could make you squirt more
The boys dont like it when at least one of them isn’t soaked by the end of the night
Now onto the smut cuz brain rot:
Stu held you in place keeping your arms pressed against your back and in his lap. “Focus on him babe, don’t take your eyes.” Stu said, border-lining on laughing while he tightened his hold onto you. His fingers dug into your skin, for sure leaving marks that you have to cover up for school tomorrow.
Billy lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders, he paused for a bit as his eyes wandered, trailing upwards from your trembling pussy past your stomach to your tits, Barely covered by Stu’s old sweater then finally he met eyes with you and the biggest grin stretched his lips. They were brimming with need and as his fingers slowly rubbed your needy cunt, They widened.
“Billy- fuck.. please!” You pleaded, sounding more pathetic than what you were expecting. That tone seemed to brightened Billy’s eyes a bit as he moved two of his fingers to your opening and Stu let one of his hands creep out from under you and grabbed your face. He pressed her your cheeks together, making your little begs unintelligible. Him and billy shared a laugh while her face heated up.
“C’mon other little whine just like that~” Billy ordered, as he kept just slightly pushing against your opening, barely even the tips were inside you. Your pussy ached, wanting to filled by him. “Another whine doll. That’s all i’m asking for” His voice was rougher this time and it only made Stu grip your face harder, making a long whine rip out of your throat and that made Stu cackle.
“What a fucking whore dude~!” Stu teased but you didn’t care none. Billy shoved his two fingers into you and made you give him a more honest whine. He filled up your needy cunt, his palm grinding against your clit and Stu lifting his sweater up and stuffing it into your mouth while his free hand played with your breasts.
Your legs were soon pinned to your chest being held down by Billy’s arm while he curled his fingers into your g-spot. All you could see is your two darling boyfriend’s smirking, staring at each other. Billy soon started pumping his fingers into the same time Stu pinched one of your nipples, pulling it. Your back arched, giving more of your pussy to Billy while he fucked you with just his hand.
Your face was burning hot, drool was soaking Stu’s sweater and all the while the boys didn’t let up. Billy’s fingers kept hitting that little spongey spot dead on and his palm grinding itself onto your clit. Stu let his other hand play and smack your breasts, teasing your nipples. He wasn’t holding you back anymore but you stayed put, you didn’t even think of moving, no you couldn’t think at all with Both boys doing their best to please you. You felt a tightness in your belly. “You’re sucking on my fingers stupid doll.” Billy grunted, somehow pumping them faster, absolutely abusing your poor little g-spot. “fucking tight~”
You tried your best to grind yourself back against his fingers but Billy had you stuck right in Stu’s lap. The tightness in your belly was unbearable now and with every bump to your clit or g-spot you felt like you might burst. Stu was poking you in the back and Billy’s hot breath on your inner thighs, everything was so damn overwhelming.
With one last rough thrust and pull from both boys, your body convulsed and you just felt a gush. You squealed around the now soaked sweater in your mouth. Warm static rushed over your body and as you slowly came off of your high, you realized both of them were giggling like two schoolboys and that Billy was absolutely soaked.
“That was the hottest thing I've seen babe.” Billy looked your flushed body up and down. Stu was nodding.
“Billy move over! It’s my turn to make her do that!”
you had a long night ahead of you
#slasher smut#slasher x reader smut#smut#stu macher smut#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis smut#stu matcher x reader#slasher x reader#ghostface x reader#x reader smut
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It'll be just fine (Part 2)
(Masterlist) - PART 1
wc: 2.5k
Warnings: Mentions of murder obviously, mentions of pregnancy, slight mentions of vomiting, mentions of smoking, very slight mentions of rape, mentions of guns, some angst, LOTS of swearing, typos typos typos typos did I mention typos? and that's about it.
Also I'm sorry I don't know how to write Arvin's Southern accent properly, English isn't my first language!!
Here it is! Part 2 to It'll be just fine! I'm going to try and turn this into a mini-series, so I believe there's still 2-3 parts to go.
(@acekoomboom After 3 long months, I finally finished writing + editing pt.2. idk if you're still interested but I tagged you anyway! <3)
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"(Y/N)! C'me on, get in, fast!"
You rushed to the car, sat in the front seat and left the beige bag by your feet.
"Got everything?"
"Yup."
"Let's go then." Arvin mumbled as he turned on the engine and drove away as fast as he could.
The fact he had come to pick you up in such a rush, and the guilty look on his face, told you he had done it. He, your shy, sweet Arvin, had killed the Preacher.
"Did you do it?" He knew perfectly what you meant. "Did you kill-"
"YES, he's dead!" His voice came out a bit rougher than what he meant, and he rubbed his temple with a hand, the other on the wheel. "Sorry for snapping."
"It's fine." You offered him a smile, and he didn't even hesitate for a single second to smile back.
"How are ya? And how's, y'know, the little one?" He asked.
Arvin was obviously very nervous. He'd been checking the rear-view mirror to see there were no cars behind them ever since he got out of that damned church. He knew well by being careful. Arvin knew how it would all go down if anyone found out about what he'd done, and believe me or not, he's never wanted to be in jail. Now, though... Now he couldn't afford to go to jail.
He'd leave you and the baby alone. By who-knows-where, with no one to help you out. You are a strong, independent woman alright, Arvin knew. But sadly, it wouldn’t be safe.
If he were alone, it wouldn't be as terrible to go to jail. But now that he was a soon-to-be-father, and now that you kind of depend on him… He cannot afford it.
"I'm good, Arv. Had a bit of morning sickness today. Disgusting. Hate throwing up. But yeah."
"I'm sorry love."
"What are you sorry for?"
"Sorry I wasn't responsible enough, and I got you pregnant, and sorry you're here with me. You deserve so much better. Ya know, deserve a man that'll buy you a bouquet of roses every day, or a man that will be able to buy you anythin'. Instead, you're here with me. I don't know what I did for Heaven to send me such an angel." Maybe it had been because of all the horrible things he had had to go through, maybe that was it.
"Arvin, what are you talking about? You're the best man I ever met. And I mean that. You've got the kindest, sweetest soul, even after everything we've been through. You are so good to me, always so thoughtful. And don't even start with the 'getting you pregnant' thing. We didn't mean to get pregnant, but now there's a baby on the way. I believe it's fate." You noticed he shed a tear, and you smiled softly "I love you. You deserve the world, Arv. You're so strong."
"I love you, darlin'. Maybe you two were the way I've been gifted after all the shit that has gone down in my life."
"I'm sure the–" You were about to answer him when the engine started stuttering "What's that?"
"The engine, I think." He said. He stopped and tried to start the engine again, but it wouldn't get back on "Come on."
Arvin kept trying, but it didn't seem to work "Fuck."
"What's wrong?"
"It broke or somethin'. Won't turn on again."
"Shit. Maybe we should stay by the side of the road, I guess? Someone could pick us up."
"What are you on about, (Y/N). Why would we get into a car with some strangers?"
"What else you suggest?"
He hesitated for a good while until he nodded. "Okay. It better be quick though. We’re not safe here."
Arvin got out of the car and took the two bags, putting them both over his shoulder, while you took out a few other things from the car, before locking it. You walked up to him as he made his way towards the side of the road. Your hand ghosted beside his, not actually thinking he'd grab it as he was so stressed out, but he did. He held it before taking it to his lips and kissing the back of it tenderly, big contrast since he was walking furiously at the same time.
"You should sit down, angel" He muttered when you got to the side of the road where you were going to wait to be picked up "This might take a while."
He definitely was true to his words. It felt like you'd been waiting for ages and ages, although Arvin reassured you it had barely been 10 minutes. It seemed as though all the cars, which weren't many, had agreed on letting you two boil to death below the skull-burning sun.
"Darlin', get up! Someone's here to take us!"
You stood up abruptly, and the dizziness that washed over you made you swear.
Looking up, your eyes were set on the car that had stopped right in front of you. There was a scruffy middle-aged man and a blond woman in her 30s, maybe 40s, looking at you two, and something about them didn't feel right. Maybe it was the way the man was looking at you like you were a piece of meat.
The look on his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Arvin, him clearing his throat to break the man's intense glare.
"Morning."
"Where are you two headed?" The guy said.
"Meade, Ohio. You heard of it?" Arvin said. The man took a second to answer.
"The paper-mill town, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Your boyfriend nodded.
"We're passing right through it."
With the two bags on his arm, Arvin opened the door for you before getting in himself. The car was pretty nice, with some leather seats and an apple scent.
The woman, who was sitting in the driver seat, smiled at you sympathetically. “The name’s Sandy.” You smiled back, “(Y/N).”
“Pretty name for a pretty lady, heh.” The man chuckled and his words sent shivers down your spine, in a bad way. The way that guy was acting felt off. You couldn’t put a finger on what it was, but the vibes he was giving off made you uncomfortable. Lucky for you, Arvin noticed right away, and he reached for your hand, which was something he knew calmed you easily.
“What y’all going to Meade for?” He said.
“Just visiting.” Arvin said, and Sandy nodded,
“Got family there?”
”No, I used to live there a long time ago.”
The man was checking you out through the rear-view mirror. His eyes were hungry, and he licked his lips with his tongue. It truly felt like you were his next meal, from the way he was ogling you shamelessly.
You were honestly freaked out by the man. But then you reminded yourself; it’s just a ride. He’s giving you a ride, he’s helping you, and he’s not going to hurt you. Arvin is here. You’re safe with him by your side.
“Yeah probably ain’t changed much. Little towns never do… Say, how old are you two?”
“Uh, we’re 18, sir.”
“Y’all running away from home? Why’s that, so young? I can assure you you’ll be better off with your folks giving you the money ‘stead of having to work yourself.”
“Carl, don’t suffocate them. They’re running away ‘cause of love, I assume.”
“That’s right, m’am.” Arvin answered. You and Arvin unknowingly shared a thought you’d never admit outloud; we’re definitely not running away because we killed a man or because we have a baby on the way.
“What’s up with you, Miss, cat got your tongue?”
“‘M just- just really tired, sir.”
“Let the girl be, Carl. Goddamn it, always with the dumb questions.”
“I was just asking! What is so wrong-”
You felt Arvin leave a kiss on the top of your head. You looked up at him. He looked so handsome. “You good?” He asked, and you nodded. He eyed you up and down suspiciously, you knew he knew you weren’t actually ‘all good’. But he knew better than to ask you about that at the moment.
Meanwhile, the couple was still arguing.
“Where is it y'all live?” Arvin said, making the two adults shut up.
“In Chesterfield. We’re headed to Chicago, Illinois. We like picking up people on the way, don’t we, hon?”
“Sure do.” Sandy said, without taking her eyes off the road.
“Oh shit… my old billy don’t work like it used to. I'm gonna… have to pull over and take a leak somewhere here. Is that alright by you?” Carl asked, winking at you. Ew.
“Sure.”
The car stopped by the side of a forest as Carl got off and did what he’d stopped to do.
You had to admit the place was beautiful. With the slow, warm sunset slowly kicking out the brightness of the daylight. The water of the lake behind the trees was glistening because of the bright sun.
But once again, something felt strange.
Wasn’t it a bit weird that you stopped the car in the middle of a ride to get into a lost forest and stop there? Was it a coincidence, or did this just look like the perfect situation to commit a murder? Were you being a paranoid or was there some sort of sense behind those thoughts?
You wouldn’t know, but something you’ve learnt with the course of the years is to trust your gut. And your gut is always right.
You felt Arvin tug at your sleeve, and you realized he was pointing at the man’s pocket.
A gun. He had a gun.
You didn’t even need words to express how terrified you were feeling. The frown on your face and the anxiety in your eyes made him know right away. “It’s gonna be okay.” He mouthed.
“Oh, shoot.” Sandy was in the front, trying to light up a cigarette, but it wasn’t really working. Until it finally did. She brought the cancer stick to her lips, breathing out a puff and holding the damn thing with her light-blue nails.
“Damn, that's gonna be one fine sunset. You have to be patient for me while i get a few shots off. Hon, give me the key. Don't you worry none. We've got some hooch in the back, and well… Sandy’s good company.” The man spoke, as he closed the trunk and got closer to you. There was still a gun in his pocket, which he took swiftly in his hands as he approximated you.
You were too close to the man, he had a gun. Arvin wasn’t taking any chances.
“Tell you what, why don't you take-”
Two gun fires echoed throughout the whole woods, making you let out a scream. The man fell to the ground immediately, blood seeping out of the bullet wounds.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit…” Sandy said over and over again. She pulled a gun out of her purse, pointing it at Arvin.
But then, she changed her mind, and she pointed the gun at you.
“No no no, calm down please.” She said.
“I don’t wanna shoot you, but put that gun out of her face right now. Put the fuckin’ gun down!” Arvin yelled.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t wanna shoot you! I-” Before he could finish the sentence, another shot echoed through the empty forest.
“ARVIN!” You screamed.
He turned to you hyperventilating, quickly checking if you had any wounds, which was something you also did “Are you okay? Fucking God (Y/N), you could’ve got shot.”
Because of some miracle, you hadn’t got shot, as Arvin shot her first.
“I’m okay, I’m okay!”
“The woman was pointing at you, I- fuck! We have to leave, right now.”
He checked the car to find some picture of the woman hugging a dead body. That was a picture you did not need to see. “What the fuck.” You muttered.
As Arvin frantically looked through stuff that could be useful for the rest of the trip, you looked at the woman again. Poor her. She actually looked like a genuinely nice person.
“Okay, we gotta go. C’me on!”
Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as you ran out of the forest. Arvin had the bags over his shoulders, and he held your hand while running.
You were absolutely terrified, having just witnessed how a woman passes away. Having witnessed the sharp sound of the bullet as it was shot. And the way the woman’s face looked… God, you had nightmares assured for the next few months - or the next few years, at least.
A thought popped up in your head. Should you be scared of Arvin? He had killed 3 people now.
No. That is the dumbest though I’ve had today, you thought. It was self-defense. You sensed it too, it looked like that guy was going to rape you, or maybe kill you guys. It was honestly the only way. Anyone would’ve done the same in this situation.
And it is Arvin, after all. He would never hurt you.
It could’ve been 10 minutes, 2 seconds or 3 hours, you wouldn’t have known. All you felt was your legs stomping against the ground, trying their hardest not to trip over all the branches and rocks.
“I think… I think we can stop running now.” Arvin said as he stopped, panting. “You all right?”
“Yes, just a bit outta breath.”
“God, (Y/N).”
“What?”
“You could’ve died, fuckin’- you almost died. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to take you w’me.”
“I’m not going back. I can’t go back, Arvin.”
“I know that, but… What if you stayed somewhere over here? You could be safe. I’m sure someone would offer themselves to… to give you shelter for a while. And maybe after then, you could give your cousins another call and try to stay w’them. I have some money, you could take it… find a job, work for a while, I dunno…”
“What are you on about?”
“I wanna keep you safe. I can’t risk you like that again. Maybe that’s the best way! We’ll find a place for you to stay with the baby, I’ll call every once in a while-”
“Arvin. Eyes on me.” You grabbed his face softly and put your forehead against his. Your eyes analyzed his, darting between one and the other. “I can’t back away now. I agreed to this plan, and now we’re doing this. Together. There’s no me and you, okay? It’s us. We’re gonna go through this together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re gonna be okay. A’ight?” He nodded weakly, offering you a sad smile. “I love you Arvin.”
“I love you too m’love.” You let go of him, smiling.
“I promise, Arv. We’ll be just fine, really.” You winked at him before his lips sealed your words by closing the gap between the two of you. We’ll be just fine.
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A Social Experience
Characters: GN!MC, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Mammon
Wordcount: 1700
Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Bonding Activities, Humor
(No spoilers for latter lessons, but takes place fairly late in the game.)
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"--a gross, shut-in otaku like me!" Levi finished, on the all too familiar note.
Usually by this point you would already be launching into reassurances that he certainly wasn't gross, and shouldn't talk about himself like that, but this time there was nothing but a silence that bounced off the walls, damning and louder than any words.
You reached into your bag of chips, removed a single potato chip, and ate it as you tilted your head in thought. Levi took your silence like a slap in the face, and recoiled, his face already wavering. The sound of your chewing was distressingly loud in contrast.
You finished chewing and swallowed. "I mean, is that even true anymore?" you asked after a nerve-wracking length of time.
Levi's expression twisted more into confusion than hurt. "Huh?!"
"Don't you kind of lose your hikikomori credentials if you become popular and people start coming to spend time with you all the time?"
"That's not-- I'm not-- You don't count!" Levi sputtered.
"Oh, I don't count, huh," you repeated, putting a hand to your chest and dramatically feigning heartbreak.
Levi looked abashed now. "Th-that's not what I meant," he rushed to add.
"I know what you meant," you said. "Give it an hour."
Now Levi tilted fully into confusion.
"Give what an hour?"
"My point to be made," you said, and placed your D.D.D. onto the lip of the bathtub, out of your own reach. It was also clearly visible to Levi as you both sat on beanbags in front of his TV, next to the bath tub. "An hour," you repeated in a portentous video game narrator voice.
Levi scowled and picked up his controller again, turning back to his game. But his reactions were off, now. His character moved jerkily around the screen, doubling back and taking wrong turns on the 8-bit map as Levi's mood roiled with the strangeness of the conversation.
You continued eating your chips slowly, savoring the taste of the limited edition novelty flavor that Levi had generously acquired for you. He'd tried to pass it as a coincidence, but he didn't really know anyone else who unironically enjoyed the taste of cream and devilradish chips.
Not even half an hour passed before there was a knock on the door.
Levi asked for the password on reflex. Surprisingly, from the other side of the door came a sigh, and then Asmo's melodious voice reciting the string of nerd trivia that Levi had set as a password for him ever since they became unlikely allies for the Bloody Moon competition.
"Come in, I guess," Levi replied, giving you a long look. Your D.D.D. was still on the edge of the bathtub, untouched as you sat there elbow-deep in greasy chips. You couldn't have called anyone over. And yet, was this what you expected to happen?
"Give it forty more minutes now," you said low.
Asmo fluttered into the room, like a passing breeze bringing in the smell of perfume.
"Oh, there you are, darling, I was wondering where you were," he said, face lit up as he saw you.
He sat uninvited next to you in the beanbag, and you scooted over to make space for him. Levi would have complained, except moving to make room for Asmo meant you shuffled closer to Levi instead, so he ended up biting his tongue.
"What do you want?" Levi grit out.
"Must I want something?" Asmo asked, "Is it not enough that I give my adorable brother the opportunity to entertain me?"
"He's bored," you translated.
"I'm soooo bored," Asmo whined, his shoulders rolling in a full-body sigh. But he perked up as he leaned forward to look at both you and Levi. "But what about all this? Mind if I join the fun~?"
"Let's find a game Asmo can play," you suggested.
"If you'd like," Asmo acquiesced with a shrug, indicating he'd had some other kind of fun in mind.
Levi gave you another sidelong glance, full of suspicion, but his head was out of the game he was playing anyway, so he exited and pulled up his game library instead. Deciding which game to choose was the trickier part, because Asmo had terrible reflexes, and an attention span worse than Mammon's when it came to playing anything. This ruled out anything requiring twitch reflexes or understanding complicated rules.
Asmo, meanwhile, scrunched his nose at your chips.
"All that grease and salt is going to be awful for your complexion, darling," he said, clearly disapproving.
"I'm not rubbing it on my face," you said, and defiantly sucked crumbs off your thumb. Levi nearly choked at the sound, which was borderline obscene. The little sound Asmo made in response did nothing to contradict this impression.
Levi managed to swallow back the wave of envy before it came undammed by concentrating on the list of games on the screen. He still had to make a selection.
A farming sim seemed like a safe enough choice; something bright and frivolous. Just like Asmo.
Levi passed the controller as the title screen came up, and Asmo, to his credit, managed to choose the 'New Game' option without messing anything up. Yet. When the screen went dark as the game loaded, Asmo couldn't resist looking at his reflection and primping his hair a bit. Levi did resist snorting and rolling his eyes, but it was a close thing.
The character creation screen popped up with its myriad of options, and Asmo gasped in delight.
"Oh! This is a good start! Much better than getting shoved into some ugly gray metal suit at the beginning," Asmo remarked cheerfully. He cycled through the hair and clothing options with the speed and deftness of a veteran player.
"Hey, beginner armor in RPGs can be colorful too," Levi protested.
"But not fashionable, apparently," Asmo sniffed.
Asmo had only just barely settled on a hairstyle and color combination he thought was adequately cute, and was scrunching his nose at the shirt options, when another knock came at the door.
"Come in," you called out, before Levi could demand a password.
Mammon's head popped through the door, and he pulled a face when he saw you there, just like he always did when you were in somebody else's company and not his.
"Eh? What're you doing here?" Mammon asked, closing the door behind him and sidling up to the three of you.
He craned his neck and squinted at the screen, like he was verifying that whatever you were doing, it passed his requirements for propriety. Between knowing the kinds of games Levi had in his collection, and seeing Asmo there, maybe he was not completely unjustified in some suspicion, but it still made you want to roll your eyes.
"We're watching Asmo create his character," you explained.
Mammon guffawed. "Betcha been watching him do that for a while!"
"Fifteen minutes, more or less," you said. "But to be fair, Levi takes way longer to create characters."
"It's an important step!" Levi sputtered.
"Especially with the quality of the options," Asmo added. "Look at this. A purple T-shirt with a pink butt on it?"
"That's a peach!" Levi protested, his face turning red.
"I know what a butt looks like, Levi," Asmo replied tartly.
"Wait, wait, Asmo, that black one with the gold design ain't half bad! Go back an' pick that one."
"That gaudy thing! Absolutely not!"
"Mammon, why are you even here?" Levi asked, now completely exasperated with his brothers.
"I was just seein' if we were still on for Devil Kart against those Purgatory Hall guys. We need ta win back our honor, ya know."
"Do we?" Levi asked suspiciously, "or are you running a betting pool again?"
Mammon made a good show of appearing indignant at the very suggestion, but he'd hit you up earlier today about whether you'd be willing to take a dive in the second half of Candy Mountain in exchange for a lump grimm sum, so you knew too much about the subject to defend Mammon without exposing him.
"Can't I be showin' an interest without ya gettin' all suspicious a' me? What makes me so weird, huh? Asmo here doesn't even play games, and I don't see ya hasslin' him!"
"I do too play games," Asmo protested.
"Really? 'Cause only thing I ever saw you play was that stupid matching thing with the gems, and I ain't seen much of even that lately."
You knew which game Mammon meant, because it was the only game app you'd ever seen on Asmo's phone. You'd watch him play in moments of boredom, swiping his screen with a completely blank look of concentration as he matched the colors of the gems in rows and columns, and they burst into sparkles.
"Ugh, of course you haven't seen me play, I finished it. I have to wait until they add new levels."
"Didn't that game have like ten thousand levels already?" you asked. "You mean you passed all of them?"
"Eleven thousand and sixty five," Asmo corrected primly. "And yes, I did them all. I have to wait until they add more now. I asked."
The room fell into shocked silence at this. Even Levi looked mildly dyspeptic at the thought of completing eleven thousand levels of a match-3 game. You'd played it yourself for a while, and past the two hundredth level, the number of complicated mechanics the game introduced had completely broken you.
"Anyway," Mammon said after a few more beats of silence. He gestured to the screen, where Asmo was flicking between two shirt options. "This thing got co-op or somethin'?"
You finished your chips, and folded away the empty bag. When you picked up your D.D.D., fifty five minutes had passed.
"Still five minutes left," you muttered to Levi while Asmo and Mammon bickered over the choice of pants. "Wanna play the long odds and see if the twins show up too?"
"Okay, okay, you've made your point," Levi grumbled. "I let way too many people waltz in here. I'll have to tighten security."
But Levi's heart wasn't really in it, and when he turned to watch Mammon try to swipe Asmo's controller while the latter loudly protested, there was almost a smile threatening to spread over Levi's face.
#obey me shall we date#obey me fanfic#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me asmodeus#obey me mammon
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Crim pls do a J/N fic rec post at some point in the future I trust you more than I trust myself looking rouge through AO3
im kinda eh abt the concept of fic recs myself just bc the whole 'Different Strokes For Different Folks' thing (idk how many times someone i liked in a fandom made a fic rec list and i ended up not liking anything they posted). plus i have weirdly specific tastes and i.. .. honestly havent read a ton of joenicky fic! (i have a FAT to-read list) but ive been asked this a couple times now so i will slap together a couple joenicky fics i like (not comprehensive, i only spent like 15 minutes making this. also not in any particular order.)
Kiss Each Other Clean by moodlighting
i like this whole fic, but the last 6 or so paragraphs in particular SEND ME TO SPACE, i love cuddling. also [joe voice] nickel neekee
what you seek is seeking you by bankrobbery
i actually recced this one once before. idk its cute i just Like It. (also nicky pretending not to know english bc a customer is pissing him off is Very Funny and i love it)
with every inch of my heart by smilebackwards
i like this one a lot, i think nickys pov should Always be this tender. i dont like miscommunication trope much, (esp with joenicky) but i do like this fic-- the miscommunication in question is far-fetched but its joenicky so of course it is. just enjoy the Angst™
i love michelangelo seeing nicky all dirty and bloody after a fight and being like 'DAMN this bitch is fine' (same). (AND the fact that nicky only agrees to travel with him in the name of wasting the pope's money lmao). the fact that joe and nicky broke up But They Still Snuggle. nile knowing like 2 things about joe and nicky's breakup & pretty much immediately taking nicky's side. joe looking at the creation of adam and bein like 'EH'.
nicky carrying around his little joe drawing? nicky carrying around a spare toothbrush for booker? nicky telling little children stories about a princess locked in a coffin under the sea? ('perhaps someday, if an iron coffin is caught in a net or washed up onto the shore, they’ll remember the princess, a victim and not a monster' EXCUSE ME)
(also 'I have drawn you a thousand times since we parted. I sculpted your likeness, just so that I could pretend to cup your cheek. You are so much warmer than marble, hayati.' R O M A N C E)
Pas Un Ange by inlovewithnight
there are a lot of fics i love in a way thats like 'this fic is fun but it doesnt feel like something that would happen in the Actual Canon' (which is fine!) but this one Does feel like it could happen in The Actual Canon which is cool
this fic also has probably my favorite depiction of nicky's relationship with god/religion in any fic ive read ('[nicky's] peace had come only after walking away from faith as a competition of intensity in favor of faith as a steady compass that he followed like the beat of his heart in his chest.'). i love the whole Drama played out by the background characters and how they all have their own ideas and motivations & nicky is just kind of resigned to being caught in the middle of it.
(also love how near the beginning joe's like 'the Right thing to do in the situation would be stay at this river and help these people.... ... ....... ... .... ... anyways see ya guys later gotta go find nicky'.)
also joe chatting up a pig and the five minutes later chatting up some goats was so cute. & nicky trying to tell the baby's mother how to save it!!!! </3 AND THEY ARGUE ABOUT CHARITY on the way home (not before joe injects a comment abt nickys ass into regular conversation bc Romance™) its a bit of a sad fic tho, that poor baby 🥺
Intercession by PrincessDesire
can i interest you in some Swamp Man Nicky in this trying time?
someone recced this fic to me and i dont remember who. but note that the major character death tag is not, in fact, for a major character but for a background one. neither joe or nicky perma!die in this. also normally i dont like fics where joe or nicky are bi bc Thats Not Canon Babey but i do like this one, i love joe's relationship with Grace and how nicky's perception of that relationship gets flipped on its head halfway thru the fic. i also love joe's Weariness Of Immortality, like when joe talks about how 'youthful' nicky makes him feel. his pov just kind of Feels like an old man and i like it
theres a smut scene in this fic which im personally not big on smut scenes but theres this bit where joe tries to figure out condoms and its very cute. also 'You have many kinds of magic, Nicky. All your spells have worked.' ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
also i just like how WHIPPED joe is from like the first 3 seconds he sees nicky. theres one bit where nicky's like 'ill come visit you!' and joe's like 'when🥺' and nicky's like 'as soon as you like!' and joes like 'now?????🥺🥺🥺 literally come home with me???' incredible.
also the Magic System was cool. i also love how nicky just Accidentally made himself immortal. what a man. also i like this line 'it would never occur to [nicky] to attend any service that wasn’t going to have a direct outcome. Grace takes comfort from it, so maybe that’s the only outcome needed.' idk its so sweet
edit: also i cant believe i forgot the iconic line 'Yusuf is a man of two minds, one large and underutilized, the other small and underutilized.' absolutely iconic & relatable
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Mid Year Book Freakout Tag!
I’m a bit late to this party… but I wrote this a few days ago when I wasn’t feeling 100% after getting my second Covid vaccine and took the entire day off. So I finally had the time to write this :)
Let me pull up my Goodreads real quick and have a look at the 33 books I have so far this year.
1. The Best Book of the Year So Far
Hmm, let’s see. I feel like it’s fair to give two answers to this one, because on the one hand, there is the book that qualifies as “the best” from a literary perspective (at least in my opinion) and that would be CONVERSATIONS WITH FRIENDS by Sally Rooney. Definitely had its own style and felt… infused with a deeper meaning, at least to me. It was also very compelling. Personally, I couldn’t stop reading it. And I feel like it had a lot to say about modern-day relationships (romantic, platonic… all kinds really).
Then, there is the book that I personally enjoyed this most, and that was probably THE GIRLS ARE ALL SO NICE HERE by Laurie Elisabeth Flynn. It kind of felt like your standard thriller, but also not. While it was super suspenseful and fun to read, I also genuinely cared about the characters and loved the portrayal of toxic teen girls’ friendships and generally teenage cruelty in the context of wanting to be cool/to fit in. It made me reflect on a lot of things, so to me, it’s definitely more than a thriller that you forget right after reading it. And it also definitely qualifies as dark academia, and discovering a new DA book I love is always great! <3
2. Best Sequel of the Year So Far
Wow, I am NOT big on sequels. I have only read one this year, which is just further proof that I’m not very into book series and much prefer standalones. The only sequel I have read this year was also a very good one, though: MISTER IMPOSSIBLE by Maggie Stiefvater. Much anticipated by me and thankfully, I had a great time with it. :)
3. A New Release You Haven’t Read Yet But Want To
I’m going to go with MALIBU RISING by Taylor Jenkins Read! I was gifted this book by my boyfriend’s grandma for my birthday on June 29 (so sweet!) and I think I will read it next. I am very excited for this one!
4. Most Anticipated Release for Autumn/Winter
Two books I am VERY excited for are A LESSON IN VENGEANCE by Victoria Lee and IN MY DREAMS I HOLD A KNIFE by Ashley Winstead. I’m not even really sure why. I don’t know that much about either of them yet. But they just call to me, just like The Girls Are All So Nice Here did. And that one didn’t disappoint, so hopefully these two won’t either.
5. Your Biggest Disappointment of the Year So Far
Maybe THE GUEST LIST by Lucy Foley? I mean, it wasn’t awful. But I remember that I wasn’t impressed and had been expecting more somehow. Objectively the worst book I read this year would have to be THE SHARP EDGE OF A SNOWFLAKE by Sif Sigmarsdóttir, lol. But that one doesn’t count as the biggest disappointment, because I didn’t go in expecting that much. It was just an ebook that I bought for a low price at one point.
6. Your Biggest Surprise of the Year So Far
Definitely THE GIRLS I’VE BEEN by Tess Sharpe. I did not expect a YA thriller to be as intense and emotional and fun and just plain well-written as it was! Biggest positive surprise of the year so far, I think. :) I felt similarly surprised by A GOOD GIRL’S GUIDE TO MURDER by Holly Jackson. Another YA thriller (or mystery, I guess?) that was so much better than I had expected!
7. New Favourite Author
I’m going to have to say THE MOTHER by Tess Stimson. I was expecting it to be a semi-fun thriller without much depth to it, just easy entertainment, I suppose. I was extremely surprised by the emotional depth I encountered. The death at the heart of this story is that of an infant, but I was expecting the book to sort of gloss over how tragic that actually is. Instead, it leaned into the grief so much, I found myself absolutely shook? The book almost moved me to tears several times. The mystery was so intense, I kept guessing and guessing. At one point quite early on, I had the solution, but the author masterfully misdirected me from that again, so that the twist at the end came as the biggest shock! Yeah, I loved this so much more than I had ever expected! Well done, Tess Stimson!
8. Your Newest Favourite Character
I haven’t absolutely fallen in love with any new characters this year, but three that stand out to me (in the order I encountered them this year) are:
1) Pippa Fitz-Amobi from A GOOD GIRL’S GUIDE TO MURDER by Holly Jackson
2) Katrina Hawkins from THE STARLESS SEA by Erin Morgenstern
3) Nora O’Malley from THE GIRLS I’VE BEEN by Tess Sharpe
9. Your Newest Fictional Crush
Umm… absolutely nothing comes to mind lmfao. Fictional crushes have become so rare for me!
10. A Book that Has Made You Cry
THE MOTHER almost made me cry, I think. Not sure if there were actual tears. CONVERSATIONS WITH FRIENDS and NORMAL PEOPLE both (almost) moved me to tears several times. But I didn’t have any break-downs over books this year. At least not yet.
EDIT: Omg, omg, omg, I forgot A LITTLE LIFE! How the f did I forget about A LITTLE LIFE?! I broke down over this book several times. It was awful. Never before has a book made me suffer so much. I mean that. I didn’t just cry, the book also made me feel physically ill several times. Very well written, yes, but not one I can recommend in good conscience. This is not one of those instances of “You’ll cry, but you’ll love crying”, at least not for me. This is something I perhaps should have not put myself through. Because the experience overall was painful, first and foremost. Stay safe, kids. This one is… a lot.
11. A Book That Has Made You Happy
This is so sad to say, but none of the books I read this year gave me that warm, glowy feeling of pure comfort and happiness you get from books sometimes? Some passages of THE STARLESS SEA came the closest, I would say.
12. The Most Beautiful Book of the Year So Far
Again, I need to mention THE STARLESS SEA with the beautiful prose and imagery! <3 Also A LITTLE LIFE maybe? Beautifully written at times. Absolutely heart- and gut-wrenching at others.
13. Some Books You Need to Read Before 2021 Ends
Hahaha… so many. But I’ll pick out a few that I will likely finish until the year is over: MALIBU RISING, AN OCEAN OF MINUTES by Thea Lim (birthday present by a close friend! <3), THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS by Micah Nemerever (birthday present my dad gave me! <3) and THEY NEVER LEARN by Layne Fargo (bday present my godmother gave me! <3). You see, I am much more committed to reading books that were given to me rather than books I bought myself. So these have good chances of being finished in 2021. :)
14. Tag Two of Your Favourite Community Members
@books-and-cookies Have you answered these questions yet? And @augustinianseptember? Would REALLY love to read both of your answers! <3<3
#mid year freak out#mid year book freak out tag#reading#books#booklr#conversations with friends#the girls are all so nice here#mister impossible#malibu rising#the mother#a good girl's guide to murder#the starless sea#the girls i've been#a little life#and many others...
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Fera Ingris
Chapter 2: Fuck My Life
So I skipped Vatos. Couldn't get it to work at all the way I wanted it to but did get this finished. Next chapter will probably be out in 2 weeks. It's done but needs editing.
Anyhooo. Enjoy. If ya wanna be tagged so ya don't miss please message me or comment on this! Also up on a03.
Tags: @lilythemadqueen @writingdeadangel @boondoctorwho @fandomsaremykryponite @browneyes528 @darylsgirl
Daryl was pissed. Beyond pissed. The whole rescue Merle plan was nothing but a shit show from the start. First finding Merle's hand and no body attached to it. And no meds for the girl. Then Glenn being nabbed. Then the Vatos and that whole carry on. He was not in the best mood when they discovered the van had been stolen and they had to run back to camp.
"Stupid Merle. Why didn't ya wait asshole?" Daryl grumbled to himself, panting as he followed the three in front of him and hoped he got back before something else bad happened as the sky began to darken.
*
The walkers had somehow snuck into camp. Shrieks from the children, cries of pain and the vicious sounds of heads being bashed in or blowed out by bullets was all she could hear as she tore through the woods to help. She had gone out to check the snares she and Daryl had left further out in the woods early this afternoon and had found a fair few with small rabbits or birds in them, which she had slung from a rope hanging from her shoulder. Each step causing the critters to bash against her ribs, her two headed axe bashing painfully into her back. The screams and noise grew as she got closer.
She shoved her bow over her shoulder and whipped out her axe and slowed her running. She came to a dead stop as the growls of eight walkers echoed loudly around her. She'd run straight into a group of the undead bastards without realising.
"Fuck my life" She muttered as she started swinging her axe at the nearest walker, swirling it over her head.
*
"Come on! Hurry!" Rick yelled from in front of Daryl, their ears being assaulted by the sounds of the camp being attacked. Daryl shouldered his crossbow and accepted the rifle from Glenn as they ran up the hill. The chaos in front of him made his blood race as he started shooting at everything in camp, taking care not to hit any one living. His eyes scanning continously for the young woman he had begun to enjoy spending time with, hunting and not.
In what seemed to Daryl as hours, but was only 15 minutes, the camp had been cleared.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as Rick thanked Shane for protecting his family as others grieved the loss of theirs. Daryl walked around camp quickly, eyes lingering on every corpse, his heart pounding his ribs in fear as he realised Phoenix was no where to be seen.
"Shane!? Dale?! Where's Phoenix?! Ya see her anywhere!?" He demanded, storming up to the former police officer having checked every bloody body on the ground. Shane ran his hand over his head and shrugged his shoulders.
"Nah man, last I saw her was this mornin' when I took over watch." Shane said quietly, his heart now worriedly gripped by fear for the Brit too.
Jacqui slowly made her way over, hands shaking in shock still.
"I saw her this afternoon, not long after we had to stop Jim. She said something about checking some snares or something. I wasn't paying much attention, I was busy. Maybe she's still out checking?" She said, grabbing hold of her crucifix around her neck in worry.
Daryl grunted and began scanning the tree lines for his, possibly only, friend. He turned to speak to Rick about going to find her when a scream came from the woods. He glanced at Rick and took off in the direction of the woods. Rick, Shane, T-Dog and Glenn followed after him.
*
5 down, 3 to go...
Phoenix thought her breath coming in short sharp gasps as she pivoted to face the next walker. Her axe gracefully span around the top of her head as she threw all her remaining strength into her swing. The sharp curve of the double blade head making cutting through flesh and bone like butter. She grunted as the head splattered into a waterfall of crimson and black. Her arms ached, her head was lightly throbbing with adrenaline and her energy was fading quicker and quicker. She span on her heels as growls grew around her once more. Another walker fell to her axe and sheer brutal anger.
The last walker was formerly a large male, his stomach as wide as he was tall, making T-Dog and Shane look short; she tugged at the axe still inside the previous walker's skull but it wouldn't come.
"Oh shit." She muttered, her fingers fumbling with the latch to separate her axe into 2 shorter and one handed weapons, the wound on her hand began to throb and pulse painfully. The walker got closer and she dropped her axe and slid to her knees, kicking out to knock the walker down. Unfortunately the beast's size worked against her and it fell onto her. She screamed as this was the first time in a long while she had been so close to one and without a weapon in her hand.
Her hands quickly and harshly shoved the gnarled face and life ending teeth away from her body. Her arms felt like jelly holding the enormous weight off her.
"You ugly fucker." She growled, arms already wobbling and shaking with effort. She needed to somehow roll the creature off her and get a hand free to pull her buck knife, her knife being painfully trapped between her thigh and the walker's massive stomach. She pulled one of her legs free and wrapped it around the waist of the heavy weight man and tried to flip them. It was no good. It was just too heavy for her slightly smaller frame to do.
"Fuckkk"
Her hands had begun to slip, her injured one burning fiercely and getting weaker faster, the wound beginning to ooze blood slowly. Her whole arm was burning, almost as if the flames were still licking along her skin, her chest ached from the weight, she could almost feel her ribs starting to crack as she struggled to breathe. She sighed and pushed with all her might. The teeth slowly getting closer and closer to her face as her vision started to swim towards the inky blackness. She turned her head and screwed her eyes up so she didn't have to see the disgusting pieces of rotten flesh trapped between its teeth, praying to a god she wasn't sure she still believed in that come the opening of her eyes she'd be reunited with her boys.
A whoosh zipped through the air and the next second the full weight of the walker crashed down onto her far smaller and warmer body, pushing all the air out of her in a big gasp. She waited on baited breath for the feel of teeth taking a chunk out of her and it never came. She slowly opened one eye and realised the body on top of her had gone completely still. Footsteps near her had her twisting against the dead walker to face them, dark red-brown boots slowly came into sight as they walked closer and knelt down near her head.
"Wha'd I tell ya 'bout comin' out 'ere on ya own?!" Daryl snarled down at her, before a half smile raised the corner of his lip with a small chuckle. She gave a short sharp laugh of her own before glaring at him.
"Ya cozy down there? Do ya need a moment alone wit' ya new beau?"
"Screw you Dixon and get this fat fucker offer me!"
Daryl smirked and stood up, using his foot to roll the walker off her. She slowly sat up, and took a huge gulp of air. Shane and Rick held their hands out to help her stand, she waved them away and stood. Her head throbbed and she swayed slightly to one side. Daryl put his hand on her arm to steady her and quietly regarded her.
"You alright?" Glenn asked, his face pale as he looked around at the mess her frenzy had caused, blood splattered the trees and the ground, brain matter and bone fell in chunks on the tree trunks and the dry soil. She nodded at Glenn, giving Daryl a look and grabbing hold of her axe to tug it free.
It refused to budge.
Glenn, T-Dog and Shane began to make their way back towards camp.
"Come on you sucker." She growled, grabbing the shaft of her axe with two hands and pulling. It finally flew free and she landed hard on her butt. Daryl barked out a laugh and shook his head. "Shut it Dixon!" She huffed and stormed ahead back to camp as the sun began to slowly rise over the treetop.
"She's a fire ball that one. Might wanna watch yourself Daryl." Rick chuckled as the pair began to follow, Daryl gave him a look and raised his eyebrow in question. Rick shrugged and smiled slightly. "Just saying! Get too close to fire and you get burnt."
Daryl ducked his head and smiled slightly to himself.
I wouldn't mind getting burnt by her, not at all he thought to himself, watching the girl's rear as she stormed in front of him.
*
Phoenix stopped suddenly as camp came into her line of sight.
So much blood and destruction.
Carol, Sophia and Andrea were sobbing and clinging to their fallen loved ones. Tents were ablaze and being snuffed out by others. The Morales children clung to their mother and father as did Carl to Lori. Dale stood atop the RV on guard.
"Oh fuck."
Shane and the other members of camp were busy doing a headcount or putting the tents that were on fire out. She felt relieved Daryl had saved her once again but at what cost? How many more did they have to loose before everything stopped? Before the dead were actually dead and stayed that way? Until society and law and natural order was restored. Why would her god, a supposedly loving, kind god allow such a thing? Her heart felt heavy enough, this was such sheer cruelty and brutality.
A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she jumped, her buck knife quickly leaving its sheath. Another grabbed the blade before it hit home and a grunt sounded behind her.
"Stop tryin' t' gut me girl." Daryl hissed as he removed his hands from her. "Come on, we got grunt work t' do." He gave her a little nod and walked away.
*
They'd worked through the morning to get some sort of order back into what was their safe little haven from the plague gripping the world. Sweat, blood and tears were falling to the ground with every step of every man and woman able to help with the clear up. Andrea laid her head bent low on her poor deceased sister's chest. Carol and Lori had settled the children down to sleep in the Grimes tent, Carol's being covered floor to roof in Ed's blood and other gory remains.
What was left was being carried to the pile where Daryl and Phoenix were making sure they stayed dead, Daryl with a pick axe and Phoenix using her own custom made axe. Carol approaches the pair silently and almost immediately the pair stop their actions and watch her come to a slow halt.
"I'll do it. He was my husband" her voice weak with the tremble of unshed tears, despite being an arse hole and abusive, Carol had loved Ed.
The evidence of that being the little girl who slept soundly inside the Grimes tent despite the trauma of the night before. Daryl shares a quick glance at Phoenix, who watches almost cautiously and she gives a tiny almost unseen tilt of her head. Daryl handed Carol the axe he had been using and stands slightly back, closer to the other hunter and watches as Carol heaves the heavy weapon to her shoulders and with a cry throws it down into Ed's remains over and over again.
The gore splattered around the former's head is almost a therapy for the small grey haired woman who had suffered so much at his hand. Carol is heaving in air as she stops and stands straight, wiping tears from her face as she silently hands Daryl the ax, as quickly as she came she leaves.
Phoenix smiled bitterly and reached for the feet of Ed as Daryl took the ruined face under his arm, holding him by the shoulders. They carry him towards the fire where T-Dog and Glenn are burning the walkers bodies. Glenn looks up as they approach and stands.
"No." He says quietly. Daryl and Phoenix drop Ed's body with matching grunts and wipe their arms across their faces.
"What?"
"We bury our dead." The Asian man says defiantly, pointing at Ed. Daryl raises his eyebrow and glares.
"Don't matter. He ain't gonna feel it." Daryl huffs.
"He's dead, don't matter what we do to the body. He's already burnin' in Hell, his fucking useless carcass should burn as well. Fucker deserves it!" Phoenix hisses, she agrees with Daryl. Who knows how long the virus or whatever it is that makes the dead rise would survive without a host. Last thing the world needs is it sitting in the ground and poisoning the land itself.
"NO! We bury them. They're not monsters! We are people. People bury their dead. To honor them. If we don't... We might as well give up our humanity." Glenn exclaims passionately, glancing around at the group, who had fallen silent and were watching the exchange. Phoenix glares down at the ground and walks away. Her head spinning and her hand throbbing again.
Damn Merle, couldn't even get me some meds she thinks, her vision starting to grow blurrier by the second. She walks to her bike and sits down, leaning lightly against its dark green frame. Daryl joins her soon after.
"Hey"
She shields her eyes with her arm as the sun gives the older man a halo of light. "Hello angel" She smirks up at him and nods.
"You okay?" He asked, shuffling from one foot to the other. A nervous habit she found quite funny as her mind thought of another she knew with the same habit. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, it felt filthy and coated in grime and god knows what else. "Rick says we're gonna head t' the CDC."
"Hmm"
"I know we ain't the most... We ain't friends or anythin'"
"Oh DD! Here's me thinking we were!" She laughed lightly, as he sat down on his haunches beside her. He gave a slight chuckle at her as she nudges his leg and he lands on his backside beside her. She gives him a small side smile and gets one in return.
"Yea maybe." He shuffles around anxious about what he's about to say next. "I ain't sure but thought... Maybe... If ya... If ya want... Ya could ride wit' me, in the truck." He chews his lip and waits for the rejection he's sure is coming. "'s okay if ya don't."
"Actually, I think it might be for the best Dixon." His eyebrows shoot off into his hair at the quiet mummer he hears. "I ain't feeling too hot." She says as her head feels heavier and her eyes grow dimmer despite the bright light in front of her. She turns her head to the man beside her and he becomes a blur of shapes as she loses consciousness. Daryl quickly grabbing her before her head made contact with the ground and laying it across his lap, worried beyond anything, his fingers running over her arm gently as he chewed his lip to bleeding point.
*
Groans fill the cab of the faded blue truck as she begins to stir. An arm is around her waist and is pulling her into the cab.
"Wah?!"
"Shh girlie. Let me get ya settled." Daryl says quietly, sitting her on the bench seat and putting the seat belt over her shoulder. "Ya passed out."
"Huh." She replies, feeling sleep call her backwards once again. "My bike... Tent..."
"I got it."
She mumbles something that Daryl is sure sounded an awful lot like Murph before gently closing the door. He sighs and walks over to T-Dog. The large man looks up as he nears and nods.
"She okay man?" Daryl nods, eyes darting to the RV where Jim lays dying from the bite wound. "Her hand is getting worse ain't it?"
"Merle was gettin' 'er some meds. Didn't see any when y'all came back."
"Don't worry man. We're gonna be at CDC soon. They'll have something they can give her."
"I ain't worried. She's a fighter. She faced worse and got through it."
Both men are quiet for a while, Daryl remembering that awful day that earned the girl the huge cut along her eye and the fear she felt around everyone. "Gimme a hand wit' her stuff will ya?"
"Course man."
The pair quickly gather the bags strapped to the back of her dirt bike and throw them into the rear of the cab along side her bow and axe. Daryl wonders why she kept the large duffel bags on the bike all the time and why it weighed so much but it wasn't his place to go through it so he ignored it and returned to her tent. He felt a touch guilty about being in her safe space while she wasn't with him, especially knowing he was about to touch her belongings. He grabbed the open duffel and began to pack it with the pile of clean clothes beside her bed roll. He blushed as some of it fell and a lacy purple bra and panties set fell onto the ground near his feet.
Damn, ain't gonna be able t' look at her t' same, not that ya ain't been lookin' already he thought as he stared at the delicate items. He felt his cock twitch the longer he stared and quickly grabbed them and stuffed them into the bag. His cheeks still slightly red as T-Dog opened the flap.
"You got another chain on your truck?"
"Yea, let me just finish in here. Then we'll get her bike up beside Merle's" he ducked his head more to hide his embarrassed and slightly turned on face from the man, grabbing the lantern and boots from around him. Shoving them into the bag quickly, T-Dog entered and began to roll the blankets and sleeping bag up. The pair made quick work of packing Phoenix's tent up, even taking it down and rolling it up. It and her bags thrown into the back of the cab next to Daryl's own scant belongings. The bike proved to be easier moved than the pair thought, it sat perfectly in the small gap between the two walls of the truck bed and Merle's monstrous Triumph, secured down with a long metal chain that also held Merle's down. Daryl quickly checked nothing of his or the sleeping girl's had been left scattered about before turning to his own tent.
*
The group gathered near to the RV as they neared readiness to leave. Phoenix sat in Daryl's truck, quiet and dizzy, her head was hurting something awful and she could barely stay awake. She could see the group talking and saying goodbye to the Morales family but couldn't hear them. After a few minutes Daryl stormed up to the truck, climbed into the bed and russled around near Merle's bike before climbing in beside her. He put a hand gently on her shoulder holding out a bottle of water. She gave him a sleepy smile in return, her hand shaking as she took it. He held it steady as she took a sip.
"Here."
He fished an orange prescription bottle in her direction, his face starting to heat up. She took the pills from him and balanced the water between her knees. Quickly reading the label she smiled. Painkillers. She struggled with the child proof lock on the cap for a few minutes before Daryl reached over and helped her. He slid 2 pills out and dropped them in her hand.
"Don't tell the others about those. Don't want 'em comin' t' me asking fer meds fer a paper cut." He growled harshly. She nodded and swallowed the meds with a mouthful of water. Daryl looked on as she closed the bottle of water and her eyes. The truck moved slowly out of the quarry with the rest of the convoy, horns calling out as the Morales family went a different way.
*
That night, the convoy pulled into the side of a quiet wooded road and made plans. Phoenix dozed in the truck while others stood watch. Jim's moans coming quietly from inside the RV put everyone on edge. No one complained of their hunger but they all felt it. The children especially. Daryl stood in the truck bed, crossbow raised as his eyes scanned around. Occasionally kneeling down to peer through the rear window at the pale girl in his truck. He and Merle had both decided she was a Dixon, not by blood or marriage but by deed. She had the Dixon spirit and like hell was he gonna let her go.
She's a fighter, baby brother but she needs us. She's our baby sis now, got it? We gotta protect 'er. Merle's voice said in his head as he turned to look at her once again.
She's more to you than a sister Daryl, just admit it t' yaself he thought a small smile on his face as she hugged his winged vest closer to her chest. He'd given it to her as the late summer wind began to chill the inside of the truck. He sighed and stood once more, knowing even if he admitted his feelings he couldn't be with her. He wasn't good enough and she didn't see him that way. Even if she did, the scars would disgust her the second she saw them. She deserves someone who could be everything he wasn't. He was worthless and she was worth so much more.
Don't mean ya can't look, baby brother.
Daryl chuckled at that and looked once again to the girl, nodding to himself.
Ain't no harm in lookin' he mused, looking forward to the girl waking up properly.
*
The horn of the RV honked loudly in front of Daryl's truck and Phoenix raised her eyebrow in question. She felt slightly better after the sleep but still weak, she hopped out of the truck and felt her knees almost give out. She held on to the side of the truck slowly making her way to the rest of the group. Jim was laid against a tree a little bit up a bank at the side of the road and seemed to want to be left behind. His face was pale and sweaty, under his eyes darkened with sickness.
Daryl came to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her up the bank to say goodbye. She sank to her knees and placed her hand on top of Jim's.
"Hey. I can... If you want... I got a silencer. It'll be quick. I'll sent you on your way with my family prayer." She whispered to him, Daryl waiting at the bottom of the bank with Rick and Shane. Jim smiled tightly as another cramp ripped through him, he coughed up a little blood and Phoenix grimaced.
"No. It's your corrupt we claim, remember?" He laughed, taking her hand in his as Phoenix's face dropped.
How did he know?
"How - ?"
"I saw you. I was in Boston that day, he'd killed my cousin." He smiled slightly, gripping her hand. "I know why you didn't say anything... I'm glad you did it... And don't give up on this group, protect them, they need you. That's your new mission." He burst into a coughing fit and tears dropped down her face as she shuffled away.
She stood slowly and wobbled over to Daryl, he reached an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. The only comfort he could offer. He felt awkward and uncomfortable but he was trying. He felt angry at Jim for causing her tears for a guilt inducing moment but he knew it was natural to seeing someone die. Rick offered Jim a gun which he declined and Jim met Daryl's eyes, Daryl nodded with a grim smile and lead the girl back to his truck. He helped her climb in and secured the seat belt around her as she silently cried. He gave her shoulder a squeeze before getting into the driver's seat and following after the RV. The girl passing out soon after.
*
Phoenix was thankful when her head started to clear and her energy returned as the huge Atlanta skyline began to grow closer and closer. Daryl chewed his thumb, another nervous habit it seemed he shared with the man she'd once known. He glanced at her as the sky began to darken.
"Feel better?"
"Yea, sorry for going dark on you back there." She whispered, sitting up straighter to glance through the rear window at her bike. "Thanks for taking care of my stuff. Appreciate it."
She smiled at him as the RV started slowing in front of them. The cars all slowed down and stopped beside a road. In front of them was the CDC, its huge glass exterior mostly undamaged except for the expected gore. The barricades and army trucks had been coated with bodies of the fallen soldiers.
She raised herself to her knees and leaned over the seat, grabbing her bow and quiver and throwing them over her shoulder. She climbed out and glanced around as the group began to move towards the building. Rick reached the door and shook it.
Daryl and Phoenix stood side by side, glancing at the shadows that darkened with every minute as the sun began to go down. She pointed towards the barricade as walkers began to approach. She nocked an arrow and let it fly, killing the walker with ease. Her blood pounding as adrenaline kicked it. She blocked the noise of the group out and focused on protecting them. Daryl also shooting at the walkers as the group got louder and louder. Three more walkers fell to her arrows when she felt Daryl tug her arm and try to pull her away.
She spun suddenly as Rick yelled.
"You're killing us! You're killing us!"
Shane began pulling Rick away as a groan of the shutters sounded loudly in the dead city. A blinding light causing the whole group to stop and stare.
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Stoner Snaf <3 So this one's kinda weird, I based it around the Watch Me from fictober so if you haven't already read that, I suggest reading it first! It's also set in a post COVID world because I need something to look forward to. Disclaimer; I wrote this while very high last night and didn't really edit it so it's probably a mess.
Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Female Reader
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don't do this), recreational drug use, if you squint there's some kinky undertones but nothing too crazy.
Word Count: 4.4K (i haven't written something this long is forever omf)
Tags: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix
Enjoy and happy 4:20
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Ever since the pandemic, you hadn’t been able to do crowds. Not like you used to anyways. It killed you a little bit because all the things you missed doing so much involved crowds; concerts, clubbing, festivals, travelling. Getting back into the swing of things took time. The feeling of being surrounded by people you don’t know set every one of your nerves on fire in the worst way. It felt so...
Uncomfortable.
This is probably why you didn’t last more than a half-hour at some seedy dive bar your friends had dragged you out to for the night. They begged you to go out with them, if even only for a drink or two. It had been so long since the whole group had a proper outing, it was nice to have the gang out for a night. Until some dickhead grabbed your ass and whispered some unwanted filth in your ear, his breath hot and unpleasant on your skin. After that, you were quick to grab your bag and say goodbye to your friends. You knew they were disappointed, but you could still feel the strangers breathe on your skin like it had been singed.
You welcomed the cool air of the night, feeling it immediately cool your skin. You hadn’t realized how warm it was inside but now that you were out in the open, you felt better. The burning on your neck had settled, more of an afterthought now. Your brain still felt overwhelmed, and you knew exactly how to remedy that.
Sitting down at one of the picnic table benches nearby, you began to sift through your bag when a voice rang out through the quiet streets.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”
You’d know that slow drawl anywhere, you’d go so far as to say it near haunted your dreams.
“Merriell Shelton,” you beam up at him as he walks closer to you, nodding at his friends to continue without him, “I haven’t seen you since-”
“That last party.” He nods, smiling at you in the way where you’re not quite sure if he’s flirting with you or if he’s just that naturally gorgeous, “when I taught ya’ how to smoke.”
An excited smile bubbles onto your face and you shake your head at him, “Oh, you’d be so proud of me. I’ve grown so much since then.”
You resume digging through your bag to find your various forms of weed paraphernalia you carry with you. The pandemic had not been kind to you, and some days it felt like the only thing keeping your head above water was your bedtime joint. It wasn’t something you were terribly proud of, but it helped your anxiety and that was good enough for you lately.
He barks out a laugh at your response and you can’t help the pride the swells up inside of you knowing that you made him laugh like that. He comes to sit on the bench, placing himself close enough that it wasn’t weird, but far away enough so that he wasn’t directly in your space.
“What, you some kinda stoner or something now?” he asks as you layout your joints and pipes. He whistles, a mix between being impressed and mocking, when you pull out your vape too, “Damn, you got a bong in there too?”
Now it’s your turn to laugh, “No, that stays at home.” you say with a wink, “So, how have you been?” you ask, starting to put everything but your joints back in your bag.
He blows out through his lips and laughs a little, running a hand through his hair, “Been better lately, that’s all that matters, I s’pose.” He watched, something like a weird form of pride in his eyes as you pull out a joint and light it carefully. You certainly can’t complain, you forgot how great it felt to have his eyes on you.
You hum knowingly, “That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway,” you hold the joint up hesitantly.
“I don’t usually share my joints anymore, but if you’ve got your shots...” you shrug, your sentence tapering off. It’s a weird world you live in now, no one quite knows what’s socially acceptable anymore.
He smirks at you, amused, taking the joint from your fingers, “I’ve got my shots alright,”
His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings it up to his lips and takes his hit. He’s not even doing anything out of the ordinary, but he looks like he’s up to no good in every way. It’s like he’s just taking you in as if comparing you to the girl he met years ago.
“You changed,” he comments on an exhale, passing it back.
You nod, laughing softly, “Turns out I get really impulsive when I’m alone,”
He scoffs, “tell me about it,” and then he’s shrugging off his hoodie to reveal a handful of new tattoos covering his skin, “Buddy of mine is an artist,”
You gasp, ‘ooo’ing at some of the more complex pieces. Without thinking your hand darts out to let your fingers drag against his forearm, following the linework of the ink. His muscle twitches beneath your fingers involuntarily and you’re reminded of how long you’ve gone without intimate touches like this. You wonder if it’s the same for him. Did he long to be touched so innocently like this too?
“They’re wonderful,” you say, pulling your hand away, still admiring from a distance.
“Yea, I like ‘em.” He shrugs, nodding at you to take the last pulls from the joint, it’s your weed after all, “You get any?”
You shook your head, “No, surprisingly enough every time I finally convinced myself to book an appointment, shops got shut down again.” You said, only kind of bitterly.
He laughs and you scowl at him, “Aw, baby, don’t be like that,” he laughs, swatting at you half-heartedly, “Look, I betcha I can get you a discount at my buddy’s shop.”
You eye him suspiciously, “I can’t tell if you’re kidding.”
He puts a hand to his chest with a lazy smirk, “On god,”
You bite your lip to suppress a smile, shaking your head lightly, “Okay fine but that just means you’ll get to see a whole lot more of me,”
His smirk turns darker, into something more playfully suggestive, “I have no problem with that,”
A silence fills the space between you as you both take each other in. You had really only hung out with him that one night and nothing had really happened. You just sat and talked really. You talked for a while. You talked so long you didn’t realize the party had ended until your friend came to get you. You exchanged numbers and then just a few weeks after, you were instructed to start isolating. You’d kept up a steady social media friendship since then, but you had missed actually talking to him. He wasn’t much of a texter. The silence only lasts a moment, but it feels thick with tension.
“You look good by the way,” he comments, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, “I meant to say that earlier but then you made me strip for ya-”
“Whoawhoawhoa!!” you sputter through a laugh, “I did not make you do anything, you did that yourself.”
He shakes his head at you, “Nah, that doesn’t sound like me.”
You're giggling at this point, “You’re ridiculous.”
He beams at you, clearly pleased with himself for the moment. It settles for a second as he looks at you, eyes softening a bit before he glances down, nudging your knee with his a bit, “I missed you,” He cringes a bit, “I know it’s weird to say but, I did.”
Your nodding before you can even think to play it even a little bit cool, “No, I get it,” you assure him, smiling softly, “I missed you too, actually.”
He hums, smiling a rare soft smile at you before changing the subject, clearly wanting to shift the attention away from his moment of vulnerability, “So why aren’t you inside?” he asks.
“Oh,” you glance back at the bar behind you, having forgotten it was even there, “I was heading out, I wasn’t really in the mood for dive bars tonight.”
He nods, “The crowds right?” you nod and he’s talking again before you can ask him how he knows that, “I get it, sometimes being so close to that many people again makes me wanna crawl out my skin.” he chuckles.
You nod, a weight lifting off your shoulders to know you’re not alone, “Exactly, it’s not something I’ve gotten used to yet.”
“Well, can I walk you home?” he offers with a smile, “I’m in no rush to head in there,”
You smile and nod, “I’d like that,”
~
Somehow he had ended up on your couch. You weren’t entirely sure when walking you home had turned to him being on your couch, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You were both pleasantly high, talking anything from movie theories to possible dystopian futures and alien invasions.
“Look, I’m jus’ sayin’ that if I was an alien, I wouldn’t wanna fuck a human, are you kidding?” he reasons, eyes squinted as if he’s offended and your laughing so hard you have tears in your eyes, “Nah, I’m goin’ for a much cooler species.”
He watches you as you fight back giggles at his ridiculousness, a lazy, grin settled on his face. He reaches for his jacket that’s slung across the arm of the couch, reaching into his pocket to pull out his own stash and you gasp, mocking offence.
“You had your own weed all this time and you’ve been smoking mine?”
He rolls his eyes, settling the joint between his lips and lighting it. He inhales slowly, watching the tip as it sparks to life, eyes flicking back to you as he exhales, “I was gonna share,”
He holds out the joint for you, however as soon as you go to steal it he holds it back, just out of your reach, “what’s the magic word?”
“Oh my god, are you kidding?” you ask through a laugh, straining forward further in an effort to reach it but you’re hindered from the way you’re sitting. You make grabby hands at it instead.
“Ya want it or not?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly. There’s a tension between the two of you, still mostly playful but turning ever the more thick as the moments pass by.
You huff, getting comfy again in your spot, keeping your hand stretched out lazily, “Please,”
As soon as the word leaves your lips you can see his eyes get darker, that infuriating smirk only stretching across his face and you’re so mad that that’s all it takes for the playfulness between you to shatter into pure sexual tension.
Without a word he hands you the joint, enjoying the way you quickly bring it into your mouth for a deep drag to calm your rising nerves. It’s infuriating, how good he looks like this. All calm and relaxed on your couch in the low living room light, curls messy and looking at you through hooded eyelids. You want him. Just his eyes on you like this has a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.
You try to play it cool though, taking another slow drag and enjoying the way the smoke rises up around you. His eyes zero in on your lips, watching with a peaked interest as they wrap around the filter, watching the way the smoke escapes them. Neither of you say a word for a while. Just sitting in a comfortable quiet, a forgotten Spotify playlist playing in the background as you pass the joint back and forth.
He didn’t make his move until the final few hits of it. He shifts to sit straighter on your couch, a little more proper. What left his mouth was anything but.
“C’mere,” he says lowly, cocking his head to the side and gesturing to his lap, “gotta nice seat for ya,”
You don’t hesitate to comply, your high erasing any ideas of playing hard to get. You maneuver yourself as gracefully as you can, swinging a leg over his and settling there, straddling him comfortably with his hands on your hips. Once you're settled he raises the joint to his lips, taking in the last drag, eyes glimmering in the low light of the room. He holds it for a second, one hand moves upwards to cup the back of your neck and pulls you in closer.
Your lips are so close, the tension crackling between you like electricity. He tilts his head ever so slightly, lips parting to exhale the smoke into your mouth. You inhale on impulse and your mind goes blank as your lips brush ever so slightly together. You knew people said shotgun kisses were hot, but you had never truly believed them until now.
You know you should pull away to exhale, but you can still feel his lips brushing against yours and your mind is dizzy from the weed and from him and you can’t take it anymore. You close the distance the rest of the way, kissing him slowly through your exhale, smoke slipping through your lips as he returns the motion.
You kiss him like that for a while, enjoying his hands on your waist and the feeling of his chest beneath your hands. You were quickly realizing that Merriell was his own kind of drug. You’d only had a little taste of him and yet you found yourself craving more. His fingers flex against your body and you can’t help to low noise that slips out of your throat. It only spurs him on, emitting a growling sound of his own as he tugs you closer, dragging you against his growing erection. Your hand slides into his hair in response, feeling like you’re so high on weed and him that you might just fly away.
“Is this okay?” he asks against your lips, letting his forehead press against yours while he waits for your response.
You hum your affirmative, nodding your head quickly while diving back into for another kiss, this one much more ravenous than the last. God, you felt like you were starving for him. You couldn’t get enough at the way his tongue slid against yours, the feeling of his hands gliding up and down your body. They continue down the curve on your spine, settling once they reach the globes of your ass.
“You don’t know how many times I thought ‘bout this,” he mumbles, pulling away to stare at you teasingly through hooded eyelids. His accent, already a slow drawl, comes out much thicker when he’s high like this. It washes over you like honey. He smirks at you and before you can begin to wonder what he’s up to he brings one of his hands down in a sound smack against your right ass cheek.
You gasp at the feeling, dulled by the layer of your jeans but rippling throughout your sensitive skin nonetheless. You laugh lowly against his cheek, “likewise,”
He bites his lip on a grin, capturing your lips in a single, filthy kiss as if he knows exactly what it’ll do to you. Your hands wander up under his t-shirt, nails digging in sightly, just as a preview, returning the favour.
Like a switch, he’s on you a little more urgently and things begin to move faster. His hands tug on your shirt impatiently and you obediently part to take it off, shucking your bra off as well, and feeling pleased when he follows your lead. Your hands explore each other's bodies, every inch of new skin. It’s not long before he switches positions, standing up and dropping you back on the couch so that this time you’re laying on it properly. Without wasting a moment, you wiggle your jeans off, tossing them somewhere over the coffee table and taking in the way his eyes darken further at the sight of you.
He crawls his hips between your legs, capturing your lips in a messy kiss before starting to trail them down your body. Your high has your skin feeling so sensitive, every soft brush of his lips feeling like a shock of electricity through your body. He spends time on your breasts, marking and kneading them with his hands, enjoying how responsive you are beneath his ministrations. Though he doesn’t spend long there, clearly more interested in another prize.
He settles, this time his shoulders keeping your legs spread. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, lets his fingers dust over your panty-covered pussy. Your muscles twitch at the feeling, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. He looks good there, tattoos cover his skin and you long to be able to leave something that permanent on him. Fuck, you want him so bad.
He grins at you, knowing exactly how impatient you must be feeling. And that bastard uses it to his advantage. Sucking marks into your thigh just to watch your squirm. Eventually, he pulls your panties to the side, letting his fingers slide through your folds. He whistles lowly between his teeth.
“Mmm, baby, you this wet for me already?”
The whimper that leaves your lips is pitiful, your hips twitching in an attempt to get the pressure where you need it. He chuckles under his breath, eyes darting between your heat and your face, “Look at you,” he near coos, letting his thumb trace circles around your clit, watching as your mouth drops on a silent moan, “You want it so bad, don’t cha? Sweet thing...”
“Are you gonna be an asshole like this all night?” you ask, breathless but trying to redeem some of your dignity through what little wit you have left.
He laughs, sinking a finger into your heat just to watch the pleasure ripple across your face, “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”
And he’s right of course. You do love it, love the way he comments on how wet you are for him, almost mocking. Love the way he’s taking his time to find the most sensitive parts of your body and using them to his advantage. You let out a breathy moan as his finger brushes your G-spot.
The sound must do something to him because within a second he's attaching his mouth to your pussy with a growl, not even bothering to remove your panties before doing so. The heat of his tongue on your clit as his finger works that sweet spot inside of you turns your breathy moan into one much louder.
He’s good with his mouth because of course, he is. Within moments you feel like you're right on edge. And the smug bastard knows it too if the amused glint in his eyes is anything to go by. Your one hand twists in his curls, encouraging his movements while your other works at your nipple.
“God,” you whine, tugging at his hair as you feel heat wind up your spine. You swear you’ve never felt this good. It only takes another flick of his tongue against your click before your orgasm rips through you, thighs attempting to squeeze around his head, stopped by his free hand holding your one leg open so he can work you through it. Your body twitches in its aftershocks, mewling pathetically when the simulation starts to ride that edge between pain and pleasure.
“It’s just Merriell, actually,” he supplies when he pulls away with a smirk.
“I fucking hate you,” you breathe out, pulling him up your body so you can kiss him again, despite your words. He laughs, moaning softly against your lips when your hand finds the bulge in his jeans.
He kisses you for a while, letting you paw at him for a bit before he pulls away to work them off his body. There’s no real rush, the high allowing you to take it slow and enjoy the moment as opposed to the frenzied fucking drinking tends to lead you to.
You whine and he laughs at you, low and cocky as he leans down for another wet kiss, “You hurtin’ that bad for it, baby?”
You beam up at him from your place on the couch, feeling comfy and sexy with the way his eyes trail across your skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. You shrug, watching with interest as he rids himself of his briefs, admiring his cock as he awaits your response.
“It’s been a while,” You say, distracted as you anticipate the stretch required for your body to accommodate him, ‘I’m excited, sue me.”
His hands use your hips to drag you closer to him, lifting one leg onto his shoulder while letting the other wrap around his body. He leans down to kiss you and you only have half a second to wonder the last time your legs were stretched like this before the feeling of his cock at your entrance steals the breath from your lungs.
Your mouth drops open, a moan caught in your throat as he slowly sinks into you. Your eyes roll back, shamelessly enjoying the stretch as he sinks, inch by slow, pleasurable inch. He continues the slowness, but you’re not sure he’s doing so on purpose.
When your eyes focus again you see the definition of bliss on his face as he thrusts slowly in and out of you, moaning lowly in his throat.
“Fuck,” he says, drawing the word out through gritted teeth, “that’s it, takin’ me so good.”
His thrusts begin to pick up, still fucking you slowly but with more force behind them. Each sharp movement of his hips as the tip of his cock dragging sweetly against the deepest parts of you, and it feels so fucking good. In the moment, it’s intense. He’s folded over you, holding your leg against your chest so he can suck and bite at your neck as he fucks you. You can’t help the filthy moans you let loose in his ear, one hand fisted in his hair while the other digs your nails into the smooth skin of his back.
“Merriell,” you gasp, feeling distinctly insane with the pleasure you're feeling. Your head drops back onto the couch, body jolting with each thrust of his hips. It’s good, god, it’s so good. But the need that burns through your veins makes you impatient, “Let me ride you.”
The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, but it’s a suggestion he is clearly open to acting upon. He quickly pulls out, sitting back in his original position and pulling you on top of him.
“Be my gu-” he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead tapering off into a moan as you waste no time in sinking down on to him again, “Christ,”
You waste no time. Quickly stabling yourself with your hands on his shoulder and maneuvering yourself up and down on his cock. Now it’s your turn to watch him. Watch him as his eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips with a vice-like grip. That smirk never strays from his face though, clearly enjoying himself.
“You look so pretty like this,” he talks, bringing a hand down on your ass again, loving the way it spurs you on, “talk to me baby, tell me how it feels.”
You moan, loud and borderline pornographic, “You feel so good,” you breathe, biting harshly down on his lip, savouring the growl that vibrates through the both of you, “Oh, fuck, Merriell, you feel so good,” You emphasize your words with a particularly good roll of your hips.
You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hips start to snap upwards to meet yours and the way his brows furrow in concentration, “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, unaware at the way the nickname makes you melt, “tell me you’re getting close. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”
You nod immediately, pulling on his hair so you can capture his lips harshly, letting him bite your lip and pull your hips frantically against his own, “yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes, fuck imgonnacum,” you rush out, feeling like every touch he’d ever laid on you compiling into this one moment. It’s completely overwhelming and for a moment, you blackout.
When you come to he's kissing at your neck, hands massaging and pull at your ass, helping you ride of the aftershocks of your orgasm. His sounds have turns high and desperate against your neck, hands gripping at your skin so hard you think you’ll have bruises tomorrow. He needs you to keep going. Give him something.
The small, dare you say whimpery, “Oh baby, please,” has you moving quickly, almost as desperate to make him finish as he is to finish.
In the blink of an eye, you’ve lifted yourself off of him and onto your knees in front of him, quickly enveloping his entire length into the warmth of your mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby,” He moans urgently, both hands coming to tangle in your hair as you work your mouth over his cock, eyes trained on his face, “Fuck, I can’t-”
You hum, encouraging and within seconds you feel him reach his climax. His head thrown back, hips twitch upwards into the welcoming heat of your mouth, a low long moan pulled from his throat. He lets you bring him down, continuing to suck and lick softly at his spent cock, eyes lazily following your every movement.
When he finally pulls you up off the floor it’s to kiss you, lazy and heated. You collapse basically on top of him as you kiss, unbothered by the smallness of the couch and the cold air that bites at your cooling skin. He makes a noise in his throat when you pull away, watching in amusement as his eyes barely open to look at you.
“‘M so fuckin’ high.”
It pulls a laugh from you, bubbling up from your chest. He smiles, bright, relaxed and dazzling, “Hope you weren’t plannin’ on kickin’ me out because ‘m not movin’ for a while,”.
You rest your head on his chest, letting yourself sink into the moment with him, your own high coming back to you as you bask in the post-sex haze.
“You're still gonna get me discounted tattoos though right?"
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✨ Seven days of:
Day #3.
✨ REQUEST: Request for El Presidente 😁 I've been thinking of this idea: Maybe Bishop is trying to flirt with the reader but we all know he's flirty with most women so the reader doesn't think much of it until they are at a party and “...How long has he been flirting with me?” another mayan: “Only the entire time.” [ I hope you haven't written something like this. I love you 💖]
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“C'mon, dance with me”.
The whisper into your ear takes you by surprise, producing you some shivers down your spin. Turning around, you frown to El Presidente. Being insistent as fuck is a personality and it's his.
“Ay, ya, Obispo. I can't believe Vicki is running out of girls to flirt with”. Rolling your eyes, you have a drink from your beer.
“Have I told you how good my name sounds in your lips?” He replies not caring a shit about what you have said. “Vamos... You never dance with me”.
“Yeah, and today is not gonna be the day it changes”. Palming his chest with your free hand, you raise both eyebrows.
“Why?”
“Because I ain't a number on your list. It's called self-love”.
“Who said I want you to be a number?”
Rolling your eyes, you can't believe that he's denying the fact that he flirts with you the whole time. You like him, and you have been about to fall into his claws a lot of times, but then you see him with another girl sitting on his lap, or clinged to his arm. The deception is bigger every time.
“Why don't you give up at damn once?”
Not giving him the opportunity to respond, you pass him away with a loud snort. Getting out of the clubhouse, you're able to have a deep breath of fresh air closing your eyes, guiding after that your steps to the sofa on the porch. Resting your feet over the wooden fence and lying back against your seat, trying to keep blank your mind. The silence outside helps you more than you could think, only being broken by the crickets around you and the bonfire in the middle of the yard.
You aren't sure when he started to act like that. At the beginning of meeting you he was kind, respectful and sweet. But bit by bit, you started to see his intentions. Being aware that the only thing he wants from you is a one night-stand. It's painful, even if you don't want to recognize it, because you were feeling something. Something good. Until he changed. Then it turned into sarcasm and rage. Every time that you turn him down, he finds his way to one of those bitches who are always in the club, cheering the view. And of course it's not their fault, but maybe if they weren't there, things would be different.
“Can I sit?”
Taza claims your attention with a soft tone of voice, pointing with a hand to the empty seat by your side. Showing him a fleeting smile, you nod in silence. As soon as he sits down, the man places his free arm over your shoulders to urge you to rest your head on his.
“What's happening inside that beautiful mind, ah?”
“You already know it”.
He draws an oh in his lips, before chuckling shaking his head.
“He's really in love with you”.
“No, he's not. And, god, please! Don't take his side”.
“I would never lie to you, chamaquita. The problem resides in that he doesn't know how to show it properly. You're the whole time kicking his ass and he's desperate for opening your eyes”. That sounds like a possibility. Like a valid one. “Why don't you give him a chance? We have closed a deal that has given us a lot of privileges. He's happy and he only wants to celebrate it with y—”.
The main door opening interrupts your conversation, seeing the crew abandoning the club.
“We're going to Vicki's, you comen'?” Coco asks, having a smoke.
Taza looks at you, arching a brow, but you shake your head getting up.
“Do you want me to ride you home?”
“Nah, don't worry. I will walk, so I can… clear my mind”.
Placing a kiss on your forehead, the older joins his brothers as you come inside the club. The silence is installed all around, once the buzz of the engines disappear through the scrapping. You were wanting to stay a little more, because you don’t have any other plans for tonight than this. And you’re not in the mood to come back home, so you are thinking about finding a bar to drink, even if it means to be alone.
When you’re about to grab your jacket from a chair, the crash between two pool balls calls your attention. Turning around with the piece of clothing covering your forearms, you find Bishop standing up from the table with a cig in his lips. You can see him pretending normality with his eyes focused on his own game. Not understanding why he hasn’t gone to Vicki’s place, you’re starting to think that maybe he did on purpose. Pressing the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue, you can’t help but contain a laugh by showing up a smile.
“Need a partner?”
Having a smoke and swallowing it before spitting it, the mexican turns to a side to grab another stick and offer it to you in silence. So, that’s a yes. Putting your jacket back on the chair and leaving on the poker table your phone, you two start a new game after placing all the balls forming a triangle. Bishop gives you some space, resting his back against the wall, to see how you break the formation with an accurate hit sneaking a striped red ball into a hole, in the middle of the pool. It’s the first time he plays against you, and he isn’t sure that he has seen you playing before. But he knows that it’s going to be an interesting game. Holding his stick between both of his legs under your attentive gaze, El Presidente takes off the clock in his right wrist and the ring from the same hand.
“Since when are we competing?” Tossing a loud laughter, you place both hands over the tip of your stick, resting your chin there.
“If I win, you will give me a kiss”. Bishop sounds very convinced of beating you, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt under the kutte. And you know he’s going to play hard, when he also takes off the leather garment to put it away.
Licking your bottom lip, squinting at him you offer him a hand to accept the deal.
“If you lose, you will stop with this… flirt, or whatever it is”.
At first, he doubts. You’re not stupid, you know that he will never stop flirting with you, but for a moment, you doubt too. Until he finally shakes your hand firmly, secure of himself.
Ball against ball, striped and smooth, they all end up falling through the different holes of the pool table. When the only one left is the number eight, you notice the tension installed between both. It’s your turn and Bishop is expectant, making you feel nervous with that grin contained under his black moustache. Leaning over the table with your gaze focused on the tip about to hit the ball, you calculate the exact way it has to take. Pulling it back, you move it forth with a fast move to beat the eight. Straight to the hole, bouncing against the wooden wall and coming back to the table.
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
Bishop breaks into laughs, not being able what just happened. It was inside the hole and that motherfucking ball didn’t fall through it.
“YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! I WON! IT WAS INSIDE IT!”
Screaming like a madwoman and pointing at the pool with a hand, you turn at him. The man is running out of air, choking in laughs and almost arching back his body.
“Don’t fucking laugh at me, estúpido”. Palming his shoulder with more strength than you wanted to use, he complains this time. “I’m not playing anymore, I won”.
“You didn’t”. The man leans over the table, doing exactly your same moves, but having more lucky than you.
“I’m not gonna fucking kiss you”.
“Sweetheart, how many times you can say fucking in a sentence?”
“Every two fucking words”.
Chuckling and taking off from your hands the stick, he places it in the holder close to his.
“I’m going to be a good man, and let you kiss my face wherever you want”.
Taking your right hand, Bishop pushes you into his arms, wrapping with them your waist. And even if for a moment you want to put up some resistance, deep inside you being hugged by him is everything you want. There’s still a couple inches of distance between both when you toss your hands on his shoulders respectively, rolling your eyes as if you were feeling uncomfortable. Leaning forward, you press your lips on his cheek. The fucking longer two seconds of your life. But if you were thinking that this would be enough for him, it isn’t.
Bishop embraces you tightly against himself, making you feel warm and loved for the first time in your life. It’s not only the gesture, but what he is transmitting you with it. Now you’re believing what Taza has told you almost an hour again. And you don’t reply with a single word, when he starts to kiss your face with such dearly touches, as he speaks.
“I want you —one on your neck— to be mine —another going up to the line of your jaw— and only mine —the last one close to the corner of your lips—, why don't you believe me?”
His facial hair makes you some tickles, provoking you a long shiver that bristles your skin. There’s no distance between you two, guiding your steps backwards until your body meets the pool table. His mouth is coming closer to yours, tasting the waters just in case that you really want to push him away. But you don’t. You don’t do it, closing your eyes as soon as he presses his lips against yours.
You can taste the flavor of beer and smoke in his saliva, not being disgusting for you, with your fingers getting placed at both sides of his neck; caressing with the tips of them his short beard. The heat is starting to burn down your heart barriers, transforming your doubts and insecurities into ashes.
Pulling away your faces from each other, when you are running out of air, Bishop urges you to sit on the edge of the pool table as he makes his way to between your legs. And there’s a detail that catches your whole attention. He’s not hard. You’re sure that if he does the same moves with one of Vicki’s girl, or any man with any woman he just wants to fuck with, he would be already hard. Quite the opposite, El Presidente is only focused on showing you that you’re more than a night-stand for him.
“Will you give me an opportunity?”
“Just one”. You highlight, bringing your eyes to the darkest ones.
“As if I needed more than one, querida”.
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