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It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

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L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

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he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

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yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn

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Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

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Huh??

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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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how's it going op

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i miss my family

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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol

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you were really hot

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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3

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i'm not calling it that sorry

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#fake tumblr #fan: weird little town #i hope you all like this one i came up with it during a slow shift a few nights back and have been carefully crafting it to perfection #boss makes a dollar i make a dime thats why i invent fake tumblr posts on company time. as they say #unreality #< jic #wow look something original!! #im not maintagging this one im letting it find its own way in the world #go my little post. be free #long post #edit: FUCK I FORGOT NOTE COUNTS ON SOME OF THEM. EDITED THOUGH IT MAY BE TOO LATE

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-five

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Again, this chapter means so much! Please take the time to really enjoy it, its a long one.

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NOAH

"Wait, he called her that?" Jolly asked as he leaned forward while resting his elbows on his knees. 

Malcolm gave us a weak smile. "It's not the worst thing he's called her."

My knee bounced with agitation as I sat on the couch of our bus with Jolly on one side of me and Nick on the other. A while ago, Malcolm and Chase came knocking on our bus wanting to talk to us about what happened last night. We were already in the next city and spent the morning in our respective buses until recently. Chase was really worried about Y/N and needed to talk to us about it. 

"Steven said it was pretty bad," Folio said from his spot at the kitchen table area, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. 

Chase and Malcolm, who were sitting next to each other on the couch opposite of us, shared a look before Chase let out a deep breath. 

"You guys have to promise you won't tell her you know? She's already so broken inside, the last thing she needs is knowing you all know what happened." 

My burning gaze was trained hard on the floor at my feet as I fiddled with the bracelets on my wrists, anger sitting in a festering bubble low in my stomach. Chase and Malcolm haven't even told us what was said last night and I'm already trying to hold myself back from confronting Trey.

"Noah," Malcolm's usual playful voice was gone; filled with so much coldness and despair. 

I snapped my eyes up to him, jaw clenched hard. "What?" 

"I don't know what you said to her yesterday but I haven't seen her that bright and vibrant in so fucking long. She was beaming, man. She felt so good about herself that she wore something she knew would piss Trey off. You did that." 

Chase stood up and walked past me to grab a beer from the fridge but not before giving me a pat on the back which in turn caused a small smile to slip as I nodded. 

"You don't understand how much your friendship with her means to us. All we ask is if you guys remain in her life after this, which would be good for her, please don't hurt her." He said with a serious tone. 

"I promise," I said. "Now, what else did Trey say?"

Chase popped open the beer, downing half of it in one go, and fell onto the couch again with a groan. 

"Trey told her to go change. She stood up for herself or tried to, anyway. He called her a two-dollar whore that was only dressing like that to impress Noah." 

Jolly dared a glance at me but I kept my gaze trained ahead at Chase, not wanting to deal with Jolly's questions right now. 

"Trey belittled her into believing that without him, she would have nothing; no band, no friends." 

Malcolm hesitated as he spoke. "Trey called her a waste of a hole. To quote him directly. "Your mouth is the only thing you're good for and even then you're pathetic.""

 My face gave nothing away, almost blank, even though I was biting the inside of my cheek, and my voice was almost monotone. "What did she say to that?" 

"Nothing," Chase sighed. "She shut down, Noah. Almost in a catatonic state as she stood there and let him pick apart everything he thought was wrong with her."

"You guys have only been around for part of this but us," Malcolm bumped his knee with Chase. "We've been here since day one and have seen how much she's changed. She was going to move in with us in Los Angeles but Trey won't let her. He keeps her in Vegas because he doesn't want her to live with anyone that's not him." 

"Why won't she leave?" Bryan asked as he leaned against the door that led to the bunks. He'd been quiet the whole time, just listening. 

"You don't know what it's like to be with someone who drains you," I muttered. 

Nick was the only one who heard because he rubbed my shoulder, understanding exactly what I meant. 

"She's our sister," Chase said with a broken voice. "We just want her back." 

All of us were silent, letting the words hang in the air, until after a few long moments, Folio spoke up. 

"We should go do something. Get her out of the bus so she's not sitting inside her own mind." 

Everyone agreed, and while they discussed different things to do, I motioned to Hollow Souls bus. "Is Trey there?" 

"No," Chase shook his head. "He has a radio interview so he'll be gone all day." 

"Good." 

As their voices faded in the background, I peered out the window of the bus to let myself calm down. I didn't want to let the others know how upset I was right now. Hearing what Trey said to Y/N and learning she didn't do anything to stop it made the anger vibrate through me. I knew it wasn't her fault; I knew all too well you couldn't blame yourself for the way others treat you. 

Jesse once made a joke about how we’re shit at showing our feelings. That much is true, but when Y/N's within any distance of me or even miles apart, my feelings can’t help but bleed out. I still don’t know how to express this which only makes it fester more than it needs to only because it’s new. I hate getting attached- not since that time all those years ago. Especially when people come, eat & leave. 

My biggest fear? I didn't like how much control she had over me. I've always been in control. 

I’m in control, I’m in control.

The words repeated in my mind like a mantra. 

Another thought that kept me up the last few nights: Am I really sitting here just waiting to have my heart ripped out of me? 

Is Y/N worth the potential heartbreak down the road when the moment comes of choosing Trey over me? 

I let out a long deep breath at that thought. It wasn't like we were in a relationship and I was going to make her choose so why was I so worried about the heartbreak. 

Suddenly I wished Jesse was here so I could talk to him about this. His first question would be:

What’s the point of any of this? 

Well shit, I don’t know now. I thought I did in the beginning but now, who the fuck knows. 

Is this what love is? My mind is being ripped to shreds feelings of being led to death? What I knew of it was that I don’t know any peace without her.

I think…I think I'm fucked. 

Movement from outside caught my eye, and I watched Y/N stepped onto the concrete beneath her, long hair flowing over her shoulders as the wind brushed over her. Affection and adrenaline surged through me as I shot up from the couch and bounded down the stairs of the bus doing my best to keep quiet. 

It was an overcast day, the suns' rays barley breaking through the thick clouds but it was just enough to create a glow around Y/N. Almost an angelic aura. 

My angel. 

She didn't notice I was standing a few feet from her since she was in her own thoughts so I took this as an opportunity for our day of fun to start.

"What the fuck?" 

She squealed with laughter when I snuck up behind her and lifted her in my arms, her legs dangling in the air. Her body twisted and turned until I had her thrown over my shoulder, arms smacking at my back. 

"Noah! Put me down!" 

I readjusted my hat, the one she almost knocked off, and let out a little laugh. "Not going to happen, angel. You can smack my back all you want, I'm not letting you go." 

Her smacks to my back stopped, but she continued to squirm in my arms while I carried her over to my bus. 

"Please, I'm way too heavy for you to carry me." 

My feet nearly tripped over each other as I came to a sudden halt and gently let her down to stand in front of me. Immediately I noticed the dark circles under her eyes and how red the whites of her eyes were. 

Fuck, she'd been crying. 

"Don't say that," I said while slowly shaking my head. 

Her shoulders fell. "Noah, I'm tired. I want-.What are you doing?! PUT ME DOWN!" 

Her screams echoed throughout the parking lot as I scooped her up again, this time bridal style, and carried her the rest of the distance to my bus where Malcom was sitting on the last step, typing away on his phone. 

"Everything alright?" He asked with a chuckle. 

I set Y/N down again and she made quick work to fix her hair out of her face before hitting me with a very playful glare. 

"Cute look, angel." I mused with a smile. 

Malcolm shook his head with a chuckle before retreating up the stairs to our bus, leaving the two of us alone. My fingers fiddled with my bracelets as nerves away at me. This wasn't the first time we were alone with each other but every time we were, she had this effect on me. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" 

Her soft voice broke me out of the trance she always put me under but I recovered fast by lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, lazily smile playing at my lips. 

"You look good today; I can't help it." 

A deep red hue brushed over her cheeks as she averted her gaze from my face down to her feet as she shifted on them. 

"You're just saying that. I'm still wearing my sweats from last night," her voice was quiet but I could still hear the defeat behind it. 

I took a step towards her. "What do I have to do to prove it to you, angel?" 

My name fell from her lips as she finally gazed up at me and I went to reach for her hand, our pinky's brushing against each other, Bryan's loud voice called down from the bus as he stepped off of it. 

"Matt's letting us borrow the crew's van but made us promise not to get any sand inside of it. It's a bitch to vacuum." Bryan mimicked in a high voice that sounded nothing like Matt. 

"We leave in ten minutes." 

He gave me a look as I nearly jumped back from Y/N and stuffed my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans, giving Bryan a nod. 

"We'll be ready to go. I just have to grab a few things." 

Y/N raised a brow between us. "Where are you guys going?" 

Chase came out of the bus next and threw an arm over her shoulders. "We are going to be spending the day at the beach; all of us." 

She tensed in his embrace. "What about-?" 

"No, do not worry about him. We planned this day for you. So, go get dressed and meet back at the van in five minutes," Chase pushed her towards their bus. 

She scoffed playfully, the brightness slowly returning to her eyes. "What if I said I was already dressed?" 

Bryan snickered as he noticed how Chase stiffened before trying to explain himself.

"I'm just fucking with you," Y/N patted his cheek. "Give me ten minutes." 

As she walked away, I couldn't help myself as I watched her with a fervent gaze before her form disappeared from my line of sight. 

"You're staring," Chase mentioned. 

"Yea, I know," I sighed before running up to the bus to grab the few things I wanted to bring with today. 

NICK R. 

By the time I got to the van, there were only a few spots left open. Bryan sat behind the wheel while Malcolm sat in the front seat. In the middle, Folio sat in the section row directly in the middle seat while Jolly sat in the back with Chase. Suddenly my mind whirled with an idea, a smirk crossing my face. 

"Jolly and Chase, swap with Folio," I rushed out when I noticed Noah walking up to the van. 

Folio gave me a look. "Why?" 

"Dude, just do this. Before Y/N gets here." I hurried the three of them to swap places. 

"The back is tight enough already. Now you have Noah back here with his long legs he's going to be taking up the entire space," Folio grumbled. 

Jolly snickered while him and Chase now sat in the middle section of the van while Folio reluctantly sat on the farthest seat in the back. "I know what you're planning, Nick." 

Hoping into the empty spot next to him, I raised my hands innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

Noah walked up to the open door of the van with his backpack slung over his shoulder and scoffed when he noticed which seats were left open. 

"You assholes are really sticking the tallest one here in the back?" He groaned while climbing into the back of the van. 

"You'll thank me later," I smirked wickedly while nodding towards Y/N who emerged from Hollow Souls. 

Noah sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of her. 

NOAH 

Fuck. She's breathtaking. 

Her outfit was simple for a day on the beach; Black sweatpants and a sweater to match, random designs scattered over it. Her long hair was straight down her back as she tucked a strand behind her ear. 

"Oh," Y/N murmured as she noticed the only empty spot left in the van was in between Folio and I. 

Which meant she had to climb over me to get to her spot. 

"Here, let me get out-." 

I began, but she didn't bother to listen as she stepped into the van to climb over me to her spot but dropped something out of the large tote bag she was carrying. 

"Fuck me," she groaned while bending over to grab whatever fell. 

My attention wasn't on what fell out of her bag but her perk round ass in front of me. My heart was in my ears pounding so fucking loud I couldn't focus on anything else but Y/N bend over in front of me. Her ass was so close to my lap and I bit the inside of my cheek hoping my cock wouldn't give way how this sight was affecting me. 

Chase leaned an arm over the back of his seat as he stared at us, a knowing smirk on his face. 

"Fuck you," I mouthed. 

Y/N sighed while tossing her back on the floor next to the door. "Sorry, guys. I'm having a off morning." 

"No, you're fine," I smiled up at her as she squeezed past my legs to get to her seat. 

My hand grazed over her hip to help guide her as she finally got comfortable between Folio and I. The skin of my palm still burned from my gentle touch on her hip and I had to shift in my seat to adjust myself in my jeans. 

I don't need a fucking boner right now. 

"Are you alright?" Y/N questioned. "Why did they stick the tallest guy in the back?" 

"I'm wondering the same thing," I grumbled while staring directly at the back of Nick's head. 

Even if he didn't say it, I knew he was the one that set up this entire thing. 

Folio sighed while leaning forward towards Jolly. "Can you move your seat up? I've got no leg space back here." 

Jolly snorted. "No." 

When Bryan finally began driving, I eased into the ride by looking out the window; the scenery whipping past us before I could focus on it. While Folio and Y/N had their own conversation, I thought of ways to make this day special for her so she didn't have to think about Trey or what happened last night. She needed to see how we all saw her which is why I made sure Bryan brought his camera. It wasn't nice enough to go swimming but Jolly also brought his guitar in case we wanted to strum a song or two. 

"Oh by the way," Y/N's soft hand patted my knee, and I felt a spark from her touch. "I texted Keaton to remind him about the $100 he owes me. He said he would give it to me when you let him borrow your copy of Smash Bros." 

Jolly turned around so fast, his hair smacked Nick in the shoulder. "We already gave him our copy of Smash Bros." 

Y/N held up her hands. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. A messenger that wants her $100." 

With a chuckle, I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Keaton while the two of them bickered. 

Send Y/N her $100 and I'll buy you your own copy of the game.

Keaton responded before I had the chance to put my phone back into my pocket. 

Oh shit, she's that special? Buying me a game you already know I lost? 

Rolling my eyes, I typed out my response quick so Y/N couldn't see. 

I'll buy it for you when I'm back in town. Even take you out on a bro date. 

Only if you bring Y/N along. I think she'll be good for you. I've been trying to set you guys up for a while now.

I ignored that text and the way my stomach flipped and slipped my phone back into my pocket just in time for the view of the beach to come into view. 

As soon as the van pulled into a spot in the empty parking lot, I grabbed mine and Y/N's bag while stepping out on the concrete. The sun's rays were nonexistent on this side of town, a slight breeze making me pull my jacket closer to my chest as Y/N stepped out of the van. 

"I can hold my own bag, Noah," she reassured me. 

I shrugged her off while throwing both of our bags on my back and motioned her to follow everyone else who began their walk down to the beach. Since it was chilly this afternoon, the only other people there were couples reading, throwing a ball for their dog, or the occasional runner. 

"Careful," I looked over my shoulder to Y/N as we were walking down a pretty steep cliff. 

She pushed my hand away with a smile but let out a small scream as she lost control of her footing and my hands quickly shot out to grab her. I pulled her into my chest to support her and once she was safe on her feet; I knew I should have let her go but with the way she gazed up at me through her lashes had me transfixed. Everything around us fell away like it always did and I felt myself being pulled towards her lips. 

"Last one there has to vacuum out all the sand from Matt's van," she smirked before pushing past me, running in a fit of giggles.

Through all the confusion and question running in my mind, one this was crystal clear as I watched Y/N kick up sand as she ran past Malcolm, purposefully knocking off his hat, and she turned to face me with her arms up in the air. The brightness in her smile paled in comparison the bright blue of the water behind her. 

"Come on, daddy long legs! Keep up, will ya!" 

I'm so irrevocably fucked. 

The afternoon passed by in such a furry that when it was nearing early evening; I tried to think of ways to extend our time together. Since it was too cold for swimming, we spent our time either throwing a ball back and forth, Jolly playing guitar while I sang a few tunes something I noticed Y/N watch intently. Bryan snapped pictures and videos for one of our tour vlogs and whenever he tried to get some footage of Y/N, she hid her face or move out of view. 

Another thing I noticed. 

Now, not a shock to anyone, everyone had stalked off to go find some food since no one brought any snacks. So Y/N and I sat quietly next to each other on a blanket as we let the sounds of the waves and seagulls fill the void between us. 

Y/N had a book perched on her lap as she stared down at it transfixed at the words on the page and I marveled at the beauty of such a simple task. Malcolm tried to give her shit for it earlier. 

"Who the hell brings a book to the beach?" 

"I do," she stuck her tongue out at him and I swore I got hard from the brief flash of flesh. 

"Everyone has their own hobby, Malcolm," Chase chastised his bandmate. 

"Yeah," I agreed. "I like to go hiking when I can. Every so often, I'll bring a book with me. I'm big into Philosophy right now." 

"See?" Y/N squeezed my arm. "Noah gets it." 

"If you're curious about what I'm reading, you can ask," she didn't bother taking her gaze away from the book as she turned the page. 

I didn't say anything, simply grabbed the camera Bryan left and snapped two quick photos. 

"Oh, please don't," she groaned while covering her face with her hands and hair. "I do not look good enough for pictures." 

"You look beautiful, angel," I whispered while gently removing her hands from her face then brushed away the hair.

She shook her head. "No, I don't." 

My heart ached for her. Trey implanted all of these negative thoughts in her mind, stomping so hard and deep that it was going to be hard pulling them out. 

"What do I have to do to make you realize it?" 

My words from earlier echoed around the space between us. 

“You don’t need to do anything, Noah. I’m not who you think I am in your head," she turned her head to face the water in front of us. 

I shifted in my spot on the blanket so I kneeled in front of her. “I think you’re wrong and I’m a great judge of character.” 

Her lips twitched as they tried to force a smile, her mewling over my words. “Hm, that part is true. You really think I’m beautiful?”

She was fidgeting with the string of her hoodie, twirling it between her fingers. She wasn't fishing for more compliments; she really wanted to know if that's how I saw her. 

“You don’t think you are?" 

Y/N shrugs her answer, not daring to voice her thoughts. 

I took a deep breath to steady myself, knowing that what I was about to say would give way to something from my past I didn't like to talk about. "Well, I do. I know Trey fucked with your head and you might not want to talk about it now but know, I'm here for you whenever you're ready." 

"It's a lot and I don't want to put that heavy burden on you, Noah. It should be mine alone to deal with." 

I lifted her chin with a knuckle but she still averted my gaze. 

"You shouldn't be with someone that drains your spirits. Drain the light from your soul, angel."

Her bottom lip trembled as she let out a shaky breath. "It can't rain all the time." 

Suddenly, I realized that the only way to get her to realize that I knew what she was going through was to tell her something few knew.

"You know," I started, then let out a deep breath. "My ex did the same thing." 

She raised her head, shocked, as the words die off of my lips. “She did? I don’t see how, you’re so-."

I raised a brow. “So what?”

The way she hesitated made my heart lurch as waited for her answer.

"You're-." She stammered before letting out a deep breath, almost as if admitting the words would put it out into existence. "You're wonderful, Noah. 

The intensity even from her dull eyes made my skin buzz with the same adrenaline from before and not wanting to say anything in fear of running the moment, I snapped a few more pictures of her which made her reach for the camera. 

"I don't think so!" I chuckled while rising to my feet. I readjusted my hat when she tried to reach for the camera again, her own laughter sounding like a church choir on my ears. 

Eventually she gave up and let me snap a few more pictures of her as we walked together down the beach; her picking up a seashell or her walking along a rock wall that went straight out into the water. 

"Be careful, angel," I warned from below on the sand. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." 

She gave me a wicked smile from above. "Would you catch me if I fell?" 

Even though the season changed throughout the day and with the waves crashing around us, I grinned up at her. "Though the skies are turning grey, I'll never let you fall, angel." 

My favorite picture? It was the one I just took of her as she shed her shoes and rolled up the bottoms of her sweats up to her knees. She stared deep out in the vast distance of ocean and sky, eyes slowly filling with the light the longer we spent together. 

I broke out in a huge smile as I pulled the camera away from my face when she tried to look at me but the rapid wind blew her hair in all different directions. 

"Shit, I knew I should have brought a hair tie," she cursed while trying to flatten her hair. 

"Here," I pulled off the one I always kept on my wrist and handed it to her. 

Once her hair was on top of her head in a very messy bun, I snapped one last picture of her before setting the camera back down on the blanket. Y/N cringed when she saw her reflection in the camera of her phone. 

"Oh, yikes. Why the hell did you take a picture of me looking like this?" 

There was a long piece of hair that she missed, it was hanging on the side of her head, so with a gentle touch I tucked it behind her ear, my fingers grazing over the skin of her neck. She shivered in my touch as her face reddened. 

"Well, I still think you’re a beauty. You've never seen my hair when it’s ocean fucked," I grinned. 

With a gentle push to my chest, Y/N began walking into the water. 

"Well, are you going to let me see that hair all fucked?" She teased. 

"Shit," I muttered under my breath but quickly recovered when I realized how deep into the water she was going. "Angel, it's freezing!" 

She ran her fingers through the waves. "Come on, the water's fine! Stop being a pussy." 

Kicking off my shoes, I cursed when I realized I was wearing too tight of skinny jeans so not being able to roll them up; I followed her into the waves. 

"You're insane," I chuckled. 

Both of us were knee deep in the water, our clothes soaked, but neither of us cared. The way she came alive and free out here made me smile. 

Fuck, she really was beautiful.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?" She asked when she came to a stop in front of me. 

"Well," I ran a hand over my chin to show I was thinking deeply of this question. "According to the fanbase, they see me as a duck so I guess that."

"I love that! Oh, you know what would be funny?" She grinned. 

I shrugged. "No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me." 

"When you scream to Dethrone, you should be funny by saying this is dethrone you quacks, instead of fucks. It'd be a way of showing the fans you read everything online," she deadpanned before falling into a fit of giggles and looking up to the darkening skies above her. 

Seeing how much that small joke made her laugh made me make a mental note to say that next tour. 

"What about you? What bird would you be?" 

"A crow," she answered so fast, almost as if she thought about this question in depth before. "They’re mysterious, they’re misunderstood and always take care of the ones they love.”

I hummed with her answer. "I can see that. You'd make a lovely crow." 

She bumped her shoulder with me as the waves crashed harder around us. "You'd make a pretty cool duck. And we'd be bird friends." 

"Well," I glided my hands through the water. "If you're a bird, then I'm a bird."

We stayed like that for a long moment, staring out deep past the horizon, and when her fingers brushed against my palm, I nearly folded when her hand linked with mine. 

"Thank you for today. I haven't had this much fun since, well, the zoo." 

I smiled warmly at her while looking down at our hands, still intertwined. "Anytime, angel. That's what I'm here for." 

Our eyes met with fire as she turned to look up at me through lashes and I twirled the loose strand of hair between my fingers. Her hand fell from mine to play with the rosary at my neck and I drank in the sight of the way her lips parted slightly when she let out a breath, her bottom lip pink and raw from how hard she was biting it. 

Her name slipped from my tongue into the air around us as I cupped her cheek while leaning down to close the distance between us. We were close, so fucking close all I would need was less than an inch to feel her lips on mine. 

I bet they tasted like the chapstick she put on earlier; an action I watched closely. 

Almost there. 

"Fuck!" I cursed when cold water splashed up at my chest, Y/N doubling over in laughter as she splashed me again. 

"You think that's funny?" I bent low at my knees with a sinister smirk on my face. 

"No!" She began backing away from me. "Don't. I'm sorry." 

Y/N was laughing so hard she could barely catch my breath and seeing how alive she looked right now made my heart soar into my throat. I nearly clutched my chest at the feeling. 

"NOWAAH! NO!" 

I tackled her into the water, bringing her underneath the waves with me, our laughter carrying us up the hill to the group of people who watched us with amusement in their eyes. 

CHASE

"I haven't heard that laugh in a long time," Malcom spoke next to me. 

I agreed with a nod as we watched Y/N try to dunk Noah underneath the water but she couldn't reach him and ended up tumbling in the water again; him falling in right after. 

"We have to do something, Mal. We can't keep sitting by and watch him treat her like that," I said with a melancholy expression. 

"She won't-." 

I threw a hand toward Noah and Y/N who were now walking back to the beach, drenched from head to toe. 

"That's what she deserves! Someone that makes her laugh like that. That takes countless pictures of her because he likes the way she looks." 

Malcolm nodded while grabbing my arms. "I know, man. We both want that for her but we can't force that on her. She needs to realize it herself." 

Nick spoke up. "You don't have to worry about Noah hurting her. That's the farthest thing from his mind. He might be stubborn as hell but when he cares about someone, he makes sure they know that." 

Folio took his hat off to shake out the salty air from his hair. "He's a Scorpio, what did you expect?" 

"Whether or not they admit it, they both need each other," Jolly smiled down to Noah who waved up at us. 

My eyes tracked every movement Y/N made as she rung out the water from her long hair, the salt already creating waves through every strand. Even from this distance, I could see the small smile that graced the soft features of her face. There was so much hope in that tiny smile and to me, that was enough to see the light at the end of her tunnel. 

"There's a restaurant around the block we can walk too. Lets go!" Jolly shouted down to them. 

Noah knocked Y/N down to the sand before he took off in a race, her shouts of protests falling at his back. 

NOAH

"Here, take this," I extended a dry sweater towards Y/N. 

She was holding her arms to her chest, teeth chattering, as she did her best to show she wasn't cold 

"N-no. I'm fi-fine." 

"Angel," I warned. "Your lips are blue. Take the sweater." 

We stood at the back of the van to change so we could head to dinner. I brought a jacket that I wore with the hood up and an extra hoodie which I tried to make Y/N take. 

"Just take the sweater, alright? I brought extras for a reason." 

Shaking hands reached for the sweater then she motioned to me to spin around. "No pe-peaking." 

I made a show of covering my eyes with my hands and turned my back to her, waiting for her to change out into a sweater of mine and an extra pair of sweats that she had brought herself. Chase gave her shit for bringing extra pants but not a sweater. 

"Alright, you can look now." 

Her soft voice made me look over her shoulder just in time to see her hold her phone up and snap a picture of me. 

"Angel, since when were you a photographer?" I smiled. 

"Shut up and smile, Noah." 

"Yes ma'am," I smirked while holding up my middle finger. 

"Hmm, has anyone told you that you have long fingers?" She threw me a teasing stare. 

And I'd love to fucking use them on you.

Clearing my throat, I tossed our bags into the back of the trunk and let it slam shut before nodding towards the guys that waited for us at the front of the van.

"What's the holdup back there?!" Malcom called out just in time as he saw us walk around the side of the van. 

"Sorry, I had to change," Y/N smiled sheepishly. 

While Hollow Souls walked in front of us, the guys teasing Y/N to no end about how wavy the salty waters made her hair; I hung back with Jolly and could see out of the corner of my eye he was giving me the typical DAD OMENS stare. 

"I know what I'm doing, Jolly," I nodded with a smile to reassure him. 

"I'm glad because we just want to make sure you don't slip and fall too fast." 

As we reached the Greek restaurant, I reassured all of them one more time that I was being smart about this thing with Y/N. I wouldn't put my all into it without understanding the outcomes; not again. 

Chase grabbed a table outside on the patio and Y/N went to choose a seat until I motioned towards the one in the middle. Nick sat on her left while I chose the one on her right, the one she almost chose; the one closest to the street. 

"Do you want to share an appetizer?" I asked her as she browsed through the menu. 

"As long as I get some tiropita, I'm all for sharing," she beamed up at me. 

The salty brine from the ocean that clung to her hair and skin infested my sense and I let my racing heart calm for a few beats. 

Once we ordered our food, it was then that I noticed a group of large guys walk out of the restaurant, their eyes immediately tracing and landing on Y/N. She was clueless to their stares, having a deep conversation with Folio who sat across from her. 

"Shit, no way! That can't be her!" 

"Dude, it is. That's their drummer, Chase!" 

"We have to go get a picture!" 

"Let them be, Jake. They just want to enjoy their meal in peace. 

"Fuck that." 

One guy stalked over towards our table with his phone out, camera app already open. 

"You're Y/N! From Hollow Souls!" The guy, Jake, said. 

She turned her attention away from Folio and plastered the typical 'nice to meet you' smile at the fan. "Hi." 

"Would it be alright if I get a quick picture with you? I'm a huge fan." 

I watched this exchange with a stern expression, eyes darting back and forth between them. My hand wanted to reach for hers under the table but I refrained. 

Y/N pointed to the table in front of her. "We're actually getting ready to eat-." 

"Oh, come on. Just one picture!" 

Shit, this guy was persistent. 

"She said no," I answered but the guy cut me off. 

"Technically, she didn't." Then he looked back to Y/N. "Just one?" 

Y/N swallowed thickly before pushing herself out of her chair and walked over to the fan. "Yeah, one is fine." 

The guy held the camera at a high angel to get a selfie with Y/N throwing up two fingers in a peace sign. For the picture, he had his arm around her shoulder and when she went to pull away; he grabbed onto her hip, keeping her in place. 

"Okay, we're done," She twisted out of his grasp. 

"What about a group shot?" The fan asked hopeful. 

"I said we're done," Y/N said this time with more force in her voice. 

The guy nodded. "Alright, well can I get your number? I'm sure once you and Trey break up, you'll be looking for someone else. You're hot as fuck." 

The sound of metal scrapping on concrete echoed down the street as I pushed myself out of the chair and calmly walked over to Y/N, wrapping a safe arm around her shoulder. 

"I think we're done here." 

She gave me a look of gratitude before folding herself deeper against me, soft hand sprawling across my back. Eventually the fan stalked off towards his group of friends as I let Y/N sit back in her seat, me following close behind. 

Her hand squeezed my thigh under the table, fingers grazing over the small tear in my jeans and I melted into her soft touch. 

"Thank you," she said with a genuine smile. 

I motioned to the gyro in front of her, not wanting to let her know how bad she was effecting me. "Eat before it gets cold." 

For the rest of the evening until the moon shined bright over us as we talked, I would steal glances with her doing the same. Every so often, our gazes would catch and we would quickly look away, redness creeping over our cheeks; or in her case, her nose. 

The thoughts of earlier when I remembered what Jesse talked about came creeping in and in that moment, I wondered to myself if Y/N was worth it. 

There wasn't a doubt in my mind she was. I'd prove that to her as long as she lets me, no matter how crazy it seemed to others. 

That's what this thing was; it was the death of peace of mind. 

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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Dialogue Prompts (Taylor's Version)

1♪ “You are the best thing that's ever been mine.”

2♪ “I will never leave you alone.”

3♪ “I'm captivated by you, like a fireworks show.”

4♪ “How's life? Tell me how's your family?”

5♪ “I'm sorry for that night.”

6♪ “Run away now.”

7♪ “Run as fast as you can.”

8♪ “They are the lucky ones.”

9♪ “Have we met?”

10♪ “Who do you love?”

11♪ “Remember this moment?”

12♪ “Remember this feeling.”

13♪ “Life makes love look hard.”

14♪ “I love you. I loved you from the very first day.”

15♪ “Meet me tonight.”

16♪ “You are not the exception.”

17♪ “I can't stop thinking about you and I.”

18♪ “I'm setting you free.”

19♪ “It's gonna be alright.”

20♪ “It's in the past.”

21♪ “Heaven can't help me now.”

22♪ “No one has to know what we do.”

23♪ “Are you insane?”

24♪ “It's been a long six months.”

25♪ “You're my best friend.”

26♪ “It might blow up in your pretty face.”

27♪ “Come here.”

28♪ “I said 'I love you', you say nothing back.”

29♪ “I knew it all along.”

30♪ “How'd we end up on the floor anyway?”

31♪ “She's laughing up at us from hell.”

32♪ “I don't remember.”

33♪ “The end is coming.”

34♪ “You should be doing more.”

35♪ “You have to trust more freely.”

35♪ “Love is a lie.”

36♪ “It's time now, let go.”

37♪ “This is it. I've had enough.”

38♪ “I swear I'm gonna change.”

39♪ “I still love you.”

40♪ “It's been you all along.”

41♪ “I need you.”

42♪ “Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change.”

43♪ “I'm sorry, too.”

44♪ “Don't get attached.”

45♪ “Everybody knows that.”

46♪ “Why?!”

47♪ “Go out and have some fun.”

48♪ “Why did you let her go?”

49♪ “It's not just a phase I'm in.”

50♪ “Believe in one thing, I won't go away.”

51♪ “I'll wait for you.”

52♪ “Do you know how much I miss you.”

53♪ “All's well that ends well.”

54♪ “Fuck the Patriarchy.”

55♪ “It's supposed to be fun turning 21.”

56♪ “I keep waiting for you but you never come.”

57♪ “I don't know what to think.”

58♪ “You look beautiful tonight.”

59♪ “Forever and always.”

60♪ “I'm in love with you.”

61♪ “There's nothing you can say.”

62♪ “Too late.”

63♪ “Did you ever think of me?”

64♪ “We're still friends.”

65♪ “Take my hand.”

66♪ “I think he did it.”

67♪ “They all want to be you.”

68♪ “What's a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge and you were too polite to leave me?”

69♪ “Dancing is a dangerous game.”

70♪ “I survived.”

71♪ “What a sad sight.”

72♪ “Yes.”

73♪ “Who knows what could've been.”

74♪ “Are you sure?”

75♪ “This is me trying.”

76♪ “Fuck you forever.”

77♪ “Sir, I think he's bleeding out.”

78♪ “Doc, I think she's crashing out.”

79♪ “Get in, let's drive.”

80♪ “I'd die for you in secret.”

81♪ “Give me a reason.”

82♪ “Im fine.”

83♪ “I love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?)”

84♪ “Where we gonna go?”

85♪ “I rent a place on Cornelia Street.”

86♪ “I don't know.”

87♪ “I'd die for you.”

88♪ “Damn, it's 7am.”

89♪ “Are you ready for it?”

90♪ “Don't thrown away a good thing.”

91♪ “You're gorgeous.”

92♪ “Go, go, go!”

93♪ “That's a lie.”

94♪ “Does he know?”

95♪ “Get your shit together.”

96♪ “Nothing is gonna change.”

97♪ “You made us proud.”

98♪ “Don't leave me here alone.”

99♪ “I know you don't.”

100♪ “We always walked a very thin line.”

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #writing #dialog prompts #taylor swift prompts #i wanted to do champagne problems so bad but there was no suitable dialogue in it for general prompts and i couldn't come up with anything #angst prompts #romantic prompts #star wars #bbc merlin #fanfiction prompts #writers ask game #writing asks #ask game

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27 rated M or E because I’m a slut babe we all know this ❤️😘

HI Pretty. I know you wanted the sexytimes, but work sucked so you get FLUFF. (I'm writing kink King of Hell for you so don't worry you'll get ur slutty slutty stuff. I swear.) ANYWHOZLE, #27 on my Spotify wrapped is Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet by the Fall Out Boys so heres...whatever this is. ----

When he walks into the room, the walls lean in to listen.

----

He still remembers the first night Steve Harrington came sauntering into the bar. Eddie thinks it would be hard to ever forget a face like that.

It was back in January. The Chicago air was thick and cold and Steve came in with a green pea coat, hair sprayed up, cheeks red from the brisk air, looking like he had waltzed out of a fucking men's fashion catalog.

Eddie had thought he was gonna have a heart attack.

He almost did, when Steve had flashed that thousand-watt smile at him. He had ordered a whiskey neat and Eddie knew he was fucked then. Way back in January.

Steve told Eddie far too much about himself that first night, after what was surely one too many whiskeys. (Three, it was three. Eddie is a bartender okay? He remembers things. It's not weird. It isn't.) But anyway, Steve had opened up pandora's box. Everyone always did, especially to Eddie. That's why he and Wayne had opened the bar, people like to talk to Eddie. He never knew exactly why, but he had always been told he was easy to talk to. Apparently, Steve Harrington agreed.

Steve Harrington--college graduate, aspiring middle school teacher, recent divorcée with a shitty ex-husband--he apparently agreed, cause he told Eddie so many things.

And Eddie listened.

Couldn't tear himself away, even if he wanted to. (He didn't.)

When it had come time to lock up, Eddie had asked Steve if he had a place to go. Steve had smiled again, but not that thousand watt grin. This one was softer--private. Eddie felt honored to see it.

Hoped he would see that smile again.

And he did--because Steve kept coming back.

"Oh, darling, I know what your going through." Eddie had said…The night Steve told him, really told him, about his ex-husband. How awful Tommy had been, telling Steve he would never graduate. Telling Steve, Steve, he wasn't good enough, handsome enough, smart enough.

It boggled Eddie's brain. The man in front of him? Eddie would give anything to tell him everything opposite.

You're enough. You're a genius. You're fucking beautiful.

But instead he just commiserated.

Steve had raised his eyebrow at that. "You were married?"

Eddie had shook his head, hair catching in his eyes. "Legally? No, but--in all the ways that counted. This isn't about me though. Tell me whatever you need to, precious."

Eddie hadn't meant to flirt as hard as he had been flirting with Steve, but there was something about the way Steve's cheeks pinked up when Eddie called him sweet things, he couldn't help it. Not then, and now? Well it was worse now…but that's beside the point. Eddie is thinking about then.

The way Steve had blushed so hard, Eddie felt like he could taste the heat coming off his perfect cheeks.

"Precious, huh? You don't even know me." Steve had said--well, he had stuttered through it and Eddie was pleased.

"Yeah baby, but I want to. So tell me more." Eddie had decided then and there that it was his personal life mission to make Steve Harrington blush as much as he possibly could, if Steve kept coming around.

Steve had stuttered into his glass before leveling Eddie with a glare. Brat.

"I just--What if I peaked early?" Steve had asked and Eddie--Eddie guffawed. It was an ugly laugh and he hadn't even been ashamed by it.

"You? Peaked? Stevie, baby, have you seen yourself? You're incredible. No way you've 'peaked.'"

Things had changed after that night.

Steve had started flirting back.

----

"Eds! Hello? Babe?" Eddie was pulled out of his thoughts by Steve flapping his (big, very nice, strong) hand in his face.

Eddie shakes his head, blinking a few times to make sure, his perfect boyfriend--fiancée--damn he needed to get used to that--is still there.

"Sorry, doll. I was thinking." Eddie says, and Steve smiles--that soft, private one again. Eddie likes to think of that smile as his.

"Thinking about me?"

Eddie smirks, "C'mon baby, I'm always thinkin' about you."

Steve laughs, "Well, it's closing time, so why don't you keep on thinkin' about me all the way home, huh?"

Eddie shakes his head, can't get over the fact that Steve Harrington actually ended up being his. He grabs the keys to the bar from his back pocket, before hopping over the counter. "Sure baby doll, let's go home."

#steddie #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #Worm Spotify Series #worm brain #steddieas-shegoes #mickalaem #sorry yall we are only doing one today

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The Pilot and his Girl - ch. 27

First of all: look at this beautiful banner @i-own-loki made for my fic! It's amazing, I love it and she is my saviour since I cannot figure out Canva! I'm going to go back and update all the previous posts so this will now be the official fic banner.

Also, chapter 27! I've been looking forward to this one for a while and I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 28 - Warnings have their own post - Word count: 10k

Half the morning passes before you stir, only moving because Frankie slips away to the bathroom. When he comes back you stretch, yawning widely as he wraps around you, his hand running down your side. 

“I woke up wondering if I’d dreamt that Will was back,” he mumbles, “I can’t believe you found him, couldn’t fucking believe my eyes last night.” 

“Imagine my face when I saw him, they put a hood over my head and Will pulled it off, he’d recognized my voice and I was just dumbstruck, started crying straight away.” 

“You’re in good company, I’ve never seen Benny that emotional before, except,” he hesitates “except with Hannah, at the end.” 

“That was hard, telling Will about Hannah,” you sigh,” I wonder if Benny told him the whole story, all the details, or if maybe he wants to spare him that? I’m not sure I’d wanna know, it can’t be changed.” 

“I’d wanna know,” Frankie says, shifting in bed so that he can look at you, “It would fuck me up, but I’d wanna know anyway.” 

You shudder, shaking the thoughts off you, “I don’t wanna think about it, I’m happy Will is back, I wanna leave it at that.” You go to push yourself off the bed but Frankie grabs hold of you, his hand behind your neck, and pulls you down to his lips in a hard kiss. There’s an edge of desperation in the way he grips your neck and holds you close to his mouth while his tongue licks into you, all teeth and urgency.  

“Yesterday, before you came back,” he says, pulling back a little so that he can look at you, his eyes almost black, “I imagined what I’d do to them if they got even close to doing what Myers did to Hannah. I’d wanna know every detail, because I would do a hundred times worse to them.” His tone is rigid, harsher than you’ve heard from him before, and the intensity behind his words makes you frightened, not for you, but for him. 

“Don’t go down that route, Frankie, please,” you say, taking hold of his hand, “don’t even think about it, it’s not a good head space to be in.” 

“I can’t help it, the thought of that happening to you…” he trails off, you feel his fingers flexing around the back of your neck, “I just wanna fucking make them-” 

“Stop, Frankie,” you cut him off, “I don’t want you thinking about it, and if anything was to happen to me, I don’t want you doing anything,” you take his hand from behind your neck, putting the other one on his cheek. “If I go missing, come find me, please, tear the world apart if you have to, I’ll do the same for you. But don’t lose yourself to revenge, I don’t want that for you.” Frankie’s eyes soften at your words as you run your thumb over his cheek, “You’ll break my heart if you let hatred take over, I want you to be my sweet Frankie, even if I’m not here.” 

“Please don’t talk about not being here,” he says, his voice thick, “that thought fucking kills me, that’s what scares me more than anything.” 

“Being without you scares me the most too, Frankie, but promise you won’t wreck yourself trying to get revenge if something happens to me.” 

He takes in your worried face, your eyes searching his for assurance. The very thought of someone hurting you, or worse, makes his heart stutter, his first instinct is to think of all the ways he can bring retribution. But your pleading eyes, your hand on his check as you beg him to promise you a different path, makes him squash it down, he can’t deny you anything, even this. 

“I promise, cariño, I promise I won’t lose myself.” His kiss is gentle this time, his arms wrapping around you, as you cup his face. You let yourself stay wrapped up by him for a few, quiet minutes, breathing in his warm scent, his soft lips and hands on your skin. 

“We should go downstairs and see the others,” he mumbles, still close to your lips, “see what Will has to say about the smugglers.” 

You nod and pull away a little from him, taking his hand and tugging him off the bed. It’s a couple of quick showers for the both of you and then you go downstairs. Will and Benny are on the couch as you walk in, Pope making coffee in the kitchen. 

“Morning, sleepy heads!” Benny greets you, he’s got a wide grin, looking happy and relaxed next to his brother. 

“Morning,” you say as Will pushes off the couch and comes over for a hug. 

“Did you sleep ok?” he asks, tilting your head up to check on the cut his men left on your cheek. 

“Out like a light,” you say, and it was true, you hadn’t even had a nightmare. “You ok?” you ask in a lower voice and he catches your meaning, giving you a nod and a small crooked smile. 

“I’m good, it’s surreal to suddenly have breakfast with you guys like nothing changed, and about Hannah…” he shakes his head a little, “I always hoped, a little at least, that she was still ok. But to know that she was alive until just a few months ago…that’s gonna take some time to process.” He shrugs and you nod, leaving it at that for now. 

Will, Benny and Pope have obviously been talking before Frankie and you arrived and they fill you in on the details while you have breakfast. 

“So, the thing with Conway yesterday,” Will says, “had been brewing for a while. The guy’s an asshole, he was only part of the crew because he had good connections when we first started out. He’s been pushing for us to start smuggling and trading drugs, opiates mainly, but I’ve said no to that from the beginning, not happening.” 

“We heard that from Jodie Graham, she said you guys wouldn’t sell any to her,” you say, refilling your coffee mug.

“Jodie’s good to trade with but that was always our disagreement, but she was fine with it, didn’t push it.” 

“So what’s the plan for your crew now?” Frankie’s looking over at Will, “We talked about approaching you guys and working together before but now,” he glances over at you, “I’m not gonna trust them, they attacked us and we’ve taken out a lot of your guys, there’s gonna be bad blood.” 

“Yeah, the idea of you joining my crew died when you killed Conway’s brother in the warehouse,” Will says, shaking his head. “They had orders to scare you, ‘bit of intimidation, not kill you, but that obviously backfired.” 

“Ok, so collaboration is out of the question,” Benny says, “then what the fuck do we do? Take them out?” 

Will sighs and leans back against the counter, uncrossing his arms to rub one hand over his face. “I don’t think that’s gonna work, I mean, yeah we can take them out, we can handle them, no problem. But first off, I don’t wanna, not all of them are bad like Conway, and I’ve been working with some of them for years, I don’t wanna turn around and kill them, or give them a reason to kill me. But,” he shifts on his feet, crossing his arms again, “the guys who you’ve killed, they had family, and friends, in this QZ. And I’m not saying you did the wrong thing when you killed them, they attacked you,” Will’s holding up his hands as both Benny and Pope start to object. “But, as a result, the guys in the crew are out for your blood, and as they start spreading the word about who killed their friends and family, we’re toast, we can’t stay in this QZ.” 

You breath out a low fuck….and sink your head into your hands. You’ve just settled in New York, you just fucking got here, and now you’re all stuck with either leaving, or watching you back at every step.

“Great, back into no man’s land,” Pope growls.

“We should’ve just come to you straight away, Will,” you say, looking over at the other three guys, “We were being fucking stupid.” 

“I’ve been keeping a low profile, and my guys wouldn’t have trusted you, you’re new in the QZ, unknown, too risky. And,” Will shrugs, “what’s done is done, and the Conway situation would’ve blown up anyway.” 

“So we need to leave again,” Frankie says, seemingly shaking himself out of inactivity, “when, how and where to? We need to figure out where the fuck we’re going this time.” 

“I think I can answer the ‘how’,” Will says, “I talked to Jodie in private the last time I saw her. She was willing to let me sail with them up to Dartmouth, outside Providence. They trade up there. Their ship is big enough for the five of us, and them, so as long as we pay our way, they’ll take us.” 

“That gets us a long way away from New York,” Pope says, “sounds like a good idea. And getting to Orchard Beach is no problem, we’ll just have to be extra cautious and avoid your guys, Will.” 

“And then what?” you ask. “Is there a QZ in Providence?” 

“Yeah, there is,” Will nodded, “Jodie says it’s small but decent, might be good to check out, if not, the Boston QZ isn’t much further north and that’s a big one.” 

You look over at Frankie who nods at you, “I’m in, if we have to leave, that sounds like a solid idea.”

“I’m in too, and sailing sounds like a really nice way to travel,” you look back at Will, nodding your agreement. 

“Alright, if everyone’s in, I’ll get in touch with Jodie, set it up. In the meantime, we need to lay low,” Will says and everyone agrees. 

The next few days are spent collecting supplies and going over the resources you have while trying to stay out of sight. Frankie and Pope do a short trip outside the wall to clear a cache they’ve got stashed. You pace the apartment while they’re gone, glancing out through the window every time you hear a noise. When they get back you breathe a long sigh of relief, pulling Frankie in for a long hug. He tangles his fingers in your hair as he holds you close, letting his solid body under your arms sooth you. 

You choose to leave just after the curfew comes into effect at six pm, jogging through the empty QZ until you get to a tunnel you rarely use because it’s broken up and slow going. Slipping into it, the five of you stop just inside the entrance, waiting for anyone who might’ve followed you. After fifteen minutes you continue on, nothing moves behind you. You get through to the other end without any issues and quickly make your way through the Bronx towards Orchard Beach. Nothing stirs in the night and it’s almost worse, you’re expecting something to happen, something to go wrong, but you arrive at the beach with plenty of time to spare.

You camp out on the side of the beach, waiting for Jodie and Damon to show up. You’re nervous while you wait, pacing back and forth until Frankie stops you by pulling you to the side and wrapping his arms around you. He doesn’t have to say anything, you just bury your face against his soft flannel shirt, and let him rub his hands up and down your back. 

By the time the ship sails into the bay, a thin new moon has risen over Long Island and there’s a steady breeze. Jodie comes in with the small dinghy and gets you all out to the ship, it takes two trips to get you all and your bags onto the sailing vessel. Once you’ve climbed onboard and look back towards the shore, you feel your shoulders relax, leaving New York QZ and the exposed world outside the walls behind. Damon and Jodie get the sails up, helped by Pope, the only one of you with any kind of sailing experience, and the ship starts moving north. Damon sets a course that takes the ship out through the Long Island Sound and as it widens the shorelines on both sides disappear from view. 

“I’ll take the first watch,” he says, “Jodie will take the second one so you’re all welcome to sleep in the bunks below deck, might be a bit cramped though but there’s plenty of room to sleep on deck.” 

Benny, Will and Pope disappear beneath deck and you poke your head down too. There’s two bunk beds set up on either side of the narrow hull. At the aft of the ship there’s a small bedroom where Jodie and Damon sleep. 

“I wouldn’t mind sleeping up on deck, what about you?” you ask Frankie, eyeing the one single bunk bed available. 

“Sounds like a very nice idea,” he smiles, “Will snores.” 

“I do not,” Will grumbles in reply from the top bunk he’s climbed into, already inside his sleeping bag. 

Frankie chuckles and pulls you back up top. There’s plenty of room on deck and you roll out your sleeping mats, cushioning them with a few thick pillows Damon offers you, and zipping your sleeping bag together. The night air is cool but fresh and salty as Frankie pulls you close, your head on his arm as you both look up at the sky. The stars are impossibly bright out here on the water and in a low voice Frankie points out the different constellations, showing you the north star, a bright light in the sky. 

“It’s less than one degree away from the north pole, so if you see it, you always know where north is.”

“Did you ever use it to navigate with?” you ask, tilting your head to get a better look at it. 

“Several times, it’s a quick reference when you’re moving at night.” 

“You’re such a boy scout, Francisco,” you tease him, “Big, scary, Delta Force boy scout.” You giggle as he growls into your ear, his fingers finding the soft skin at your waist and tickling you.

“If we were in a bed I’d show you how I got my knot tying merit badge,” he chuckles as you squirm under his fingers. 

“Pretty sure we’ve already done that,” you smile as his hands return to their soft caresses over your skin. 

“Pretty sure you really enjoyed it too,” Frankie smirks, the memory of several occasions when he’d used his one tie to restrain your hands making you squeeze your legs together. Something to remember for when you’re next in a safe location and on your own. Right now you’re getting sleepy and you turn, your back pressed up against his chest.

“Sleep well, hermosa, te amo.” Frankie nudges his nose against your neck as he gives you a soft kiss. 

“I love you too, my sweet Frankie,” you mumble, his arm a warm weight over your body. 

Damon and Jodie make sure the ship sails safely through the night and when the early morning sun wakes you, the ship has already passed New Haven. It’s another full day of sailing before you reach Dartmouth according to Damon and you’ve already agreed to spend a second night on the ship so that you can disembark the next morning in daylight. A whole day on a sailing ship turns into what feels like a well deserved holiday and you’re starting to think Jodie and Damon really have the best idea about how to live in the apocalypse. 

“Do you ever see other ships out here?” You ask as Damon brings out the fishing rods after breakfast.

“Not much anymore,” he says, “in the beginning there were a lot of boats around, both sailing boats and motor ones, nowadays we only see sailing ships but even they are rare. Might get one passing on the horizon.”

“Do you ever approach them, see if anyone is alive?” you ask as he hands you one of the rods and a tub of homemade bait. 

“Sometimes, depends on how badly we need supplies or gear. We follow them for a bit, see if anything stirs, most times the ships are empty or have infected on them. In the past year we’ve only come across two other ships with people on them. Trade with one of them, the other one wanted nothing to do with us.” 

You cast out, following Damon’s instructions, the other guys are also casting out around the ship, Frankie’s next to you, he’s been listening to Damon speaking. 

“Do you ever go ashore?” he asks, “For supplies?” 

“No need any more, we trade for what we need most times, scavenge ships for the rest.” 

“And eat a lot of fish,” Jodie sighs from the steering wheel, “I used to love eating fresh fish, now I’d be happy if I never ate fish again in my life.” 

“I’ll see if I can catch a burger for you, Jodie,” Will jokes from the stern and everyone laughs, it’s a nice relaxed, holiday feeling on deck. Frankie insists on you wearing his cap as he sees you squinting at the sun, it smells like him and you give him a grateful kiss on the cheek. The sun has already given him a deeper tan and more freckles and he looks irresistible as he pulls off his t-shirt, he catches you staring and winks at you with a grin. 

“You look like a snack, Frankie,” you whisper into his ear as you kiss his cheek again and he smiles, turning his head and kissing your lips. 

“Never thought I’d be getting a tan in the apocalypse.” 

Between the six of you fishing, you catch plenty, more than you need. But Damon has figured out how to extract salt from the ocean water, and shows you all how he preserves the fish by drying and salting it. He gives you plenty of what he’s already dried as extra rations, and prepares what you’ve caught while the best catch gets grilled straight away. 

None of you have eaten fresh fish in years and it feels like a feast and even more like a holiday when Damon serves up what you’ve just caught. You stuff yourself, tipping back on the deck after lunch with your hands on your belly, groaning at how full you are. Frankie smiles down at you from above, his unruly curls waving in the breeze as his eyes crinkle at the corners with a smile, sunlight filtering in and out between the sails and lighting up his tan skin. You’re suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia, a memory of your first date with him, lying back on his blanket in the park, your belly full of tacos and smiling up at this gorgeous man who’d just taken you up for your first helicopter ride. 

“Do you remember when we had tacos in the park?” you ask and put your hand up to his curls, running your fingers through them. 

“How could I forget,” he smiles, “our first date. I fell asleep on your chest and if you keep doing that I’m going to fall asleep again.” 

You smile up at him and rake your nails across his scalp, always his favorite thing. He drops down and puts his arm over your waist, head on your chest just like he did in the park and it doesn’t take long before you can hear his soft snoring. You catch Will glancing over at the two of you with a smile but when he turns away it slips off his face, replaced with something more doleful. He turns and looks out over the empty ocean and you see his hand curl, white knuckled, around the railing and you know what he’s thinking about. You blink back sudden tears as you look up at the blue sky, dotted with little white tufts. You’d give anything to have Hannah safe on this ship with Will too. 

By the time the sun slips under the western horizon, you’ve reached Dartmouth, the old town dark but still relatively unbroken by the looks of it. Damon takes the ship out further into Buzzards Bay and anchors up. You’re sleepy and relaxed after a day in the sun when you curl up next to Frankie on deck, falling asleep almost instantly as the ship gently sways on the waves. 

The following morning the fog is thick over the bay, but Jodie and Damon have sailed here many times and they easily navigate to the shore, bringing you in at Nonquitt Beach outside Dartmouth. Jodie rows the dinghy in, bringing Pope, Frankie and you in last. 

“Thanks for everything, Jodie,” Pope says, as he unloads the last of the bags. “Safe sailing, we’ll try to get word to you about where we end up.” 

“Take care of yourselves now,” she gives you all a final wave before pushing off the shore again. 

“Ok, back on dry land,” Benny says, looking over across the beach, towards the residential area behind it, “What does the map say, what route?” 

“We head north up to route six, follow that to Taunton River, route six crosses it but if that bridge is out, there’s another one just to the north,” Pope says. “After that it’s a straight stretch into Providence.

Will looks over Pope’s shoulder and points at the neighborhood beyond the beach, “I suggest we try to get through this area and then go inland up to route six. Less houses when we’re away from the coast here.” 

Pope nods in agreement and pockets the map while the rest of you ready your guns. You’ve got three rifles between you now, and you’ve each got a handgun. In silence you all start moving across the beach, Pope in the lead, Will bringing up the rear. It’s not fast going but the neighborhood is empty and quiet. Jodie and Damon had left you here because it was a regular spot for them to meet traders and the area was regularly cleared by people who moved through it and it shows. The buildings are empty, looted, and nothing stirs. 

Finding route six is easy and then you turn west, following it to the river. The trek takes most of the day, a few detours necessary to avoid infected and by the time you see the river, it’s too late to go further, but at least your first day off the ship has been uneventful. Finding a safe looking building to stay in for the night, Pope, Will and Benny go through it, making sure it’s empty, before you make camp in the top apartment. You all divvy up the watches and despite being outside the wall in an unknown city, you sleep fairly well after your watch, and the night passes quietly. You wake up on your side with Frankie’s arm around your waist and his solid body pressed up against your back, by the sound of his heavy breathing, he’s still sound asleep. Desperate for a pee, you carefully move away from his arm and step into your boots. Will is on watch, the final one for the night, and he gives you a warm smile as you step out of the apartment after a quick bathroom visit. He’s standing at the top of the stairs and you lean against the window ledge next to him. 

“All quiet?” you ask in a low voice, not wanting to wake the others still sleeping inside the apartment. 

“All quiet,” he confirms with a nod, “Did you sleep well?” 

“Yeah, it felt pretty safe here, and having you four around helps,” you smile, “It’s really good having you back, Will,” you give his hand a quick squeeze and he smiles again. 

“It’s good being back with you all too,” he says but then hesitates, falling silent for a minute while you watch his mind work, and you reflect over how Will was always more like Frankie with his words, never speaking just for the sake of speaking, they always consider what they want to say before they speak. 

“It’s good being back with family,” he offers eventually, “and not just Benny. You, Frankie and Pope too. I had people I trusted to a certain degree in New York, mostly because I had to trust them. But they were never friends, never family. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be with family.” He looks over at you again, “I missed it more than I realized.” 

“I’m sorry we didn’t find each other sooner. We heard rumors about a guy who sounded like you in the months after the outbreak, but we didn’t think it could be you because it was all the way up in New York.” 

“Yeah, Benny told me about it, I don’t think I would’ve believed it myself.” He shoulders the rifle and comes to stand next to you, leaning back against the window ledge. “I...I feel guilty for not trying harder to get back to Hannah, to Arlington. Things might’ve been different if I had.”

“Or you could’ve died on the way there, there’s no point in thinking you could’ve changed anything. We did what we thought we could do.” 

Will stays silent for a few minutes, you turn to glance out through the window, down at the street, it’s slowly getting lighter now. As you turn back you hear him exhale slowly.  

“Benny told me about Lucía, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to Frankie about it yet,” Will says, his voice even lower, looking over at you. “I’m really sorry, Ben told me it got pretty bad.” 

“It did, we were at Denny’s cabin after and he shut off, barely even spoke. I…I had moments when I wasn’t sure we’d make it, it would’ve been so easy to just stop trying to survive. Frankie didn’t seem to see a reason to live either, I had to keep him alive.”

“What got him out of it?”   

“He got kinda jolted out of it when we got attacked on our way to the Franklin QZ, we were attacked by raiders, we got separated but Frankie killed them, burnt their place down and got us out. But what he had to do…to Lucía…” you trail off, exhaling slowly, “He’s…there’s something darker in him now, it changed him.”

“I think we’ve all changed, forced by circumstances,” Will says, keeping an eye on the open door to the apartment down the hall, “but that kind of trauma would break anyone, and Frankie had been through a lot even before it.” He looks over at you again, “He’d be a lot worse off if it wasn’t for you though, you know that right?” Will gently nudges your shoulder with his own, “You were good for him from the start, before the outbreak, and anyone can see now how you ground him, keep him centered.” 

“I hope it’s enough,” you sigh. Frankie’s darker moments were less frequent after the years he’d spent getting help from Herb, but you’d seen them flare back up when things got heated. The anger was closer to the surface than ever, never directed at you, but always present if he perceived a threat to you, or the violent thoughts he fell into when he thought of revenge. 

“Morning guys,” Pope comes out of the apartment, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, “all quiet?” 

“Yeah, we’re just catching up,” Will says and you push off from the window ledge. 

“Morning, Pope.”

“Morning, hermana,” he gives your shoulder a quick squeeze, “Please go wake Fish, he responds so much better to your morning kisses than mine.” 

“Tonto del culo,” you smirk at him and he chuckles. 

“He really is only teaching you the bad ones.” 

You find Frankie still sound asleep and you almost don’t want to wake him, he looks peaceful and younger, splayed on his belly with his arm as a pillow, the other one thrown over where you’d slept. Benny has stirred across the room, sitting up and scratching his chest. 

“Is it morning?” he asks, his voice drowsy. 

“Yeah, the others are up, I’m just gonna wake Frankie,” you whisper and Benny nods, pushing back his sleeping bag. You sink down on your side, next to Frankie, and run your fingers through his curls, pressing your lips to his scruffy cheek. His nose twitches and a low rumble comes from his chest. 

“Keep doing that, hermosa,” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep and you smile into his patchy beard, your nails scratching across his scalp. 

“Time to wake up, love,” you whisper and he grumbles again, his arm coming up to wrap around your waist and pull you closer, his nose buried against the soft skin of your throat. 

“Despiértate, el pececito,” Pope says, coming into the apartment again, grinning at Frankie’s grumbling. 

“Don’t fucking call me that, I’m bigger and older than you,” he mutters, rolling over on his back as you sit up. 

Coffee and breakfast is quickly done and then packed up before you all head down to the street again. Route six leads right up to the river’s edge, but that’s where it stops, the huge six lane bridge has been wiped out by the bombing after outbreak day. The twisted blue girders lay rusting in the water next to the USS Massachusetts.

“Alright, plan B,” Pope says, pointing north, “there’s another bridge about two miles upriver.” 

“I wonder if anyone thought to make camp on the warship,” Benny says as you walk past it. Nothing stirs and it looks uninhabited but also like it would make a regular fortress with a few guards.

“Probably, but I prefer Jodie and Damon’s idea,” Frankie says, “be far out on the ocean, away from everything, that’s how I’d like to do it.” 

“Wish I could sail,” he adds in a lower voice so that only you can hear, “then that’s what I’d do, take us out there, maybe find a small, uninhabited island down south for shelter during the winter.”

“I’d like that, Frankie,” you whisper back at him and he gives you a quick wink, before he turns forward again. 

“ ‘Veterans’ Memorial Bridge’, how appropriate,” Benny says as you approach the smaller bridge, “But it doesn’t look too good.” 

“Looks like it should hold though,” Pope says, “Let’s get a closer look.” 

The bridge is low and flat and used to open in the middle to let ships through, the center section splitting in two parts and standing straight up. Most of the bridge is still in place and looks solid, but the part that opens hangs below the bridge, as if the two movable slabs have collapsed and sunk lower than their hinges should allow. You all walk up to the edge of the bridge and look out over the tilting road surface. The opposite side of the bridge sits lower than the eastern side, you have to jump across and down to get to it but it seems doable, even to you. 

Benny takes a cautious step onto the part of the bridge that slopes downwards, it doesn’t move under him and he tests it by bouncing on his feets, as if he was on a trampoline, finally jumping up and slamming his boots down onto the surface. The bridge doesn’t budge and Benny looks up at the rest of you. 

“Seems solid enough,” he says, bouncing a few more times. 

“What’s our option, Pope?” Frankie asks, eyeing the gap at the end. 

“Next bridge is twelve miles north of here,” Pope replies, “Doable, but it takes us a long way away from Providence.” 

Will steps out on the bridge next to his brother and does a few test jumps, moving further out from the solid section. 

“It’s not moving an inch, I say we go this way, the jump at the end is easy enough.” 

“Ok,” Frankie agrees, “But let’s go slowly and carefully, I don’t want a fucking bridge collapsing under me.” 

“Too many arepas, fishsticks,” Benny taunts and Frankie flips him off. 

Slowly you all move down the sloping road surface, it remains solid, even when you get to the end of the section and look down at the jump. 

“That side tilts a bit more, be careful when you jump, Benny,” Will says, eyeing his brother as he gets ready to jump. 

“Nothing to it, Ironhead,” Benny says and takes a gigantic leap, overshooting the gap by several feet and slamming down onto the road surface with a grin. 

“Beat that, bro!” he calls, flexing his arms, posing for imaginary cameras. 

Will chuckles and backs up, “Watch me, Benny boy.” Will takes a running start and launches himself over the gap, landing a clear foot further than Benny who scowls. 

“I didn’t have a running start, that doesn’t count.” 

“Yeah, whatever, big bro beat ya, kid.” Will smirks and dodges Benny’s playful swipe at his head. 

“I’ll jump first, you follow me, cariño, ok?” Frankie says, “I’ll catch you when you land.” 

“Ok, but it’s a tiny jump, I’ll be fine, Frankie,” you smile and he gets ready to jump, he’s not going to take part in the Miller brother’s pissing contest. He takes a few steps back and clears the gap, landing just in front of Benny who whoops. 

“Still in the lea - oh fuck!” 

The bridge groans and drops, the section screeching further down towards the water, the angle suddenly sharp. 

“Grab the railing!” Will yells, yanking Benny towards the side while Frankie scrambles to find purchase on something. 

“Frankie!” you yell, you see his boots scraping across the asphalt as he slips down the road. “Will!” Pope shouts, “Grab Fish! Grab him!”  

“Take my hand, Benny!” He grabs Benny’s hand in an armlock and Benny hooks his other arm around the railing, Will reaching out towards Frankie. 

Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest as you watch Frankie scraping along the road, slipping further down as he tries to get to the railing and Will’s hand. You can hear him cursing as his boots slip and he skids down closer to the edge. The bridge groans again and Frankie stumbles, at the last second launching himself forward and grabbing hold of the last part of the railing, his boots dangling over the fifty feet drop. 

“Pull me up!” he shouts, “Pull me the fuck up!”

“I got you,” Will calls, scrambling down the railing, using it as a ladder, “I got you!” He hangs on with one hand and reaches down to Frankie, grabbing hold of his wrist and pulling him up. Benny manages to hook his arm around Will’s waist and together they get Frankie high enough so that he can get his feet up on the railing too. 

“Climb!” you yell, “You’ve got to get off the bridge!” You can hear it groaning under them. Benny is already scrambling up the railing, Will makes sure Frankie’s got a good grip and then they both start climbing, rushing as the bridge section slips lower. It’s hanging at almost ninety degrees now and the screech of the metal hinges makes you and Santi yell at them to climb faster. 

Frankie heaves himself over the ledge, Will and Benny holding on to his arms, dragging him up. They scramble to their feet and run backwards as the section rips loose and crashes into the water below. 

“Fuck…” you hear Benny gasp, Frankie’s bent double, his hands on his knees as he looks over to the other side where you and Pope are now stuck. 

“How far did you say the next bridge was?” you ask Santi, your eyes still on Frankie. 

“Twelve miles, four hour hike if we don’t run into trouble.” He gives the guys on the other side a wave, “You guys ok, no injuries?” 

Frankie shakes his head and Benny gives a thumbs up, they’re both standing up now, a safe distance from the ledge. 

“Pope!” Will calls from across the bridge, “what’s the name of the next bridge?”

Pope pulls out the map, “Berkley Bridge, twelve miles north,” he calls back, “Follow the one thirty eight, along the river. There’s a high school next to the bridge, on the west side.” 

“Alright, we’ll meet you there,” Will calls back, “we’ll leave markers if we get there first.” 

“See you there, stay safe!” Pope calls back, giving them a wave. Frankie’s eyes meet yours and despite the distance you can see the anxiety, you know you’ve got the same look. 

“Pope!” he calls, and Pope cuts him off. 

“I know, hermano, I’ll keep her safe, I’ll get her back to you, don’t worry about it.” You feel Santi put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze, pulling you back towards the eastern shore. You raise your hand to Frankie, and he does the same. 

“Stay safe, Frankie, I love you.” 

“Te amo, mi vida. Stay safe!” 

Pope and you head back to the eastern shore, you feel your legs shaking, the adrenaline leaving your system and you stumble slightly. Pope reaches out and grabs your shoulder, holding you steady. 

“Take it easy, hermana, you doing ok?”

“Just a bit shaky after all that,” you say, “that was way too fucking close.” 

“Yeah, it was,” Santi gives you a squeeze and keeps walking, “thank fuck Will and Benny were there too.” 

“I wish I could be as cool as you guys in situations like that, and then just brush it off and keep going.” 

“We had years of training, remember? And it didn’t always do us a lot of good, trained to do some fucked up shit but no one taught us how to deal with the aftermath.” Pope pulls out the map and scans the street for any landmarks. “We basically just need to follow the river but it curves around a bit so I’m gonna try to not get us too lost.” 

Off in the distance you hear the tell tale sound of infected and you both freeze in your tracks before Pope grabs your arm and pulls you into an alley. Skirting around, moving slowly and carefully, it’s slow going for the rest of the day. You end up spending an hour hiding inside a building while a horde of at least fifty infected shamble past on the street outside. 

“It might’ve been the noise of the bridge falling that attracted them,” Pope says, peeking out through the window at the last infected stragglers. 

“I hope there's no more heading this way,” you say, it’s already been three hours since you left the others at the bridge and you’ve still got a long way to go. At this pace you won’t get the next bridge before nightfall. 

Together you carefully leave the building and move quickly away from the horde, checking every street corner and blind spot before you move on. You manage to move a few more miles, but then a chilling screech goes up close by and Pope pulls you down behind a car, crouching down. It’s in the nick of time, four runners stumble out of an alley across the street. 

“Fuck, they’re everywhere today,” Pope breathes. Glancing behind you he motions you backwards, into a shop, “In here, we need to get off the street.”

It looks like a small mom and pop dry cleaning business inside, you see racks of empty coat hangers behind a counter as Pope scouts forwards and finds the door to the second floor. The door opens up with a small tap of his boot and you both make your way up the stairs slowly. Whoever ran this shop clearly lived on top of it, the stairs leading to a small landing with a closed front door. Pope pushes it open without resistance and quickly scans the small hallway that it opens to. He motions for you to close the door behind you and it shuts with a soft click. Nothing stirs and you quietly follow Pope towards what looks like the living room. You’ve both got your guns out, Pope in front as he steps through the doorway and sweeps the room. He spots the man a split second before the butt of a rifle comes down on the side of his head and he’s thrown to the floor. The crack to his skull disorientates him but he manages to hold on to his gun, rolling onto his back and aiming at the man now advancing on him, a shotgun raised and cocked. His head throbs and he blinks rapidly to clear the fog threatening to envelope him. 

“Lower the gun or your girl gets hurt.” The growl comes from a second man, holding you firm, your arm twisted up behind your back and a large hunting knife pressed against your throat. He’d grabbed you as Pope stumbled to the ground, twisting the gun out of your hand as he yanked you into the room and bent your arm painfully up behind your back. You can feel the cold blade press into your throat, just shy of nicking your skin. 

You see Pope quickly scan the situation, the determination in the two men, the knife against your throat, and he drops his gun, sliding it across the floor.. 

“Check him for any other weapons and tie him up,” your captor orders the man with the shotgun. “On your belly, hands behind your back,” he tells Pope. You see the anger in Santi’s eyes as he rolls over, gritting his teeth. The man holding you doesn’t relent his grip, your shoulder is screaming, another half an inch and he’ll dislocate it. 

“Please, my shoulder,” you whimper, “you’re breaking it.” 

“Don’t worry, darlin´, as soon as he’s secured I’ll loosen my grip.” He’s still got the blade tight against your throat, forcing your head back, his voice is close to your ear and the deep drawl of his rough voice makes your skin crawl.

The man with the shotgun quickly secures Pope’s hands with a cable tie, patting him down and stepping back. 

“He’s clear, Joel, now what?” 

He looks over at the man holding you and your brain goes into overdrive, putting the face of the man in front of you, older now, more worn, together with the deep Texan drawl of the man behind you. 

“Miller!” you gasp, your throat scraping against the knife as the man’s eyes snap to yours. “You’re Tommy Miller! We met, fourth of July, at Denny’s cabin.” You feel the man behind you tighten his grip on your arm, bending it just a little bit further back and you sob, “You’re Will and Benny’s cousins!”

“You’re Frankie’s girl!” Tommy blurts out, his eyes suddenly wide with recognition, “And you,” he looks at Pope, still belly down on the floor, “you’re one of the Delta Force guys.” 

“Yeah, I’m Pope, get these fucking things off me, man,” he spits. Tommy takes a step forward but Joel barks. 

“Tommy, wait! What the fuck are you doing, we can’t trust them!”

“C’mon, Joel, we know them,” Tommy says but he stops in his tracks. 

“Yeah, we knew them, for a weekend, six fucking years ago!” Joel snaps back, Now the-” 

“We’re with Will and Benny,” you interrupt, moving your head back as much as you can from the sharp blade. “We got separated this morning, they’re on the other side of the river, we’re trying to get to the next bridge to meet them.” 

“Will and Benny are alive?” Tommy’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he shoots Joel a hopeful look before he quickly schools his face back into neutrality. 

“How do we know you’re not just lying? Who else is with you?” Joel growls from behind you. 

“Why the fuck would we lie about that?” Pope growls right back at him from the floor, “We’ve been with Benny since Arlington, at the beginning, and we just found Will in New York about a week ago.” 

“Frankie’s with us,” you say, “It’s just us, Frankie, Will and Benny.” 

“Joel…” Tommy says, “We can’t walk away from this, we gotta see if they’re telling the truth:” 

Joel remains silent behind you, you can see Tommy’s eyes on him but his grip on your arm is still firm. It’s like the two brother’s are having a silent conversation, deciding your fate as your shoulder screams in protest. 

“Fine,” Joel finally spits, “but if they fuck us, it’s on you, Tommy!” He removes the knife from your throat and releases your arms. You collapse forward, stumbling away from him with your arm cradled to your chest. Tommy kneels next to Pope and cuts his ties and Pope gets to his feet with a grumbled thanks. 

“Lead the way then, you two in front,” Joel says as you glance back at him. He’s changed more than Tommy, a bit more gray around his temples and on his jaw, but it’s his face, the expression in his eyes that’s made him almost unrecognizable. The Joel you knew for a long weekend six years ago had a friendly, warm face. You still remember his belly laughs when his daughter and Lucía brought him down with tickles, a friendly giant who didn’t even protest when Lucía lay flat across his legs with Sarah over his chest. The man scowling at you now looks dangerous and feral, angry lines carved into his face and a hard set jaw. 

“Sure, I’ll take the lead,” Pope says, accepting his gun back from Tommy, much to Joel’s dissatisfaction. “Let me just check her shoulder first, you twisted it pretty hard by the looks of it.” The sharp tone in his voice isn’t lost on Joel and he only answers with another low growl. 

Pope gently prods your shoulder and you wince under his touch. “Feels like the muscle has been torn, like a sprain,” he says, “I’ll make you a sling when we get to the others, keep your hand hooked into your jacket for now.” He briefly cups your cheek with his hand, “You ok, hermana?” he asks in a low voice and you’re reminded of how similar his eyes are to Frankie’s when they share the same look of concern. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, giving him a small smile and he smiles back. 

“Ok, we’ve got about two hours I think, to the bridge,” he says, looking over at Joel who gives a curt nod. “We good to go?” 

“Yeah, take the lead,” Joel says and motions to the door. 

Pope quickly finds the back door of the shop, scanning the narrow alley before stepping out. You stay behind him, then Tommy, with Joel covering the rear. You move as fast as possible through the streets, eventually coming out into the countryside and cutting across fields. Twice you have to hastily hide from groups of infected, still moving south towards the broken bridge but after the second group has passed you see no more. By the time you see the river again the sun has just sunk below the horizon, it’s taken you almost the whole day to cover the twelve miles and you’re exhausted. As the Berkley Bridge finally comes into view you’re dead on your feet, hungry and thirsty and your shoulder aches. 

“Hang in there,” Pope says to you in a low voice, dropping back and giving your uninjured shoulder a squeeze, “the high school is just on the other side of the bridge.” 

“I can’t wait to just lie down and sleep,” you reply, “I really hope the others got there ok.” 

Pope nods in response and steps forward again, taking the lead as you all step onto the bridge. It’s in one piece and you breathe a sigh of relief when you’re across it. It doesn’t take long to reach the high school and Pope quickly finds a marker carved into the gate post. 

“Back door,” he says and leads you around the building. It’s fully dark now and it’s slow going, but you finally see a half open door to a smaller section of the school and as you approach you hear the sound of a weapon cocking. 

“Stop, identify yourself!” you hear Frankie’s low voice, stern and commanding, he’s expecting two people, not four, and he’s raised the rifle, aiming at you through the darkness. 

“Catfish,” Pope calls, “stand down, it’s us.” 

You see Frankie lower his rifle a little bit as the four of you come out of the gloom, his finger is still near the trigger and he doesn’t put the safety on. 

“Who’s with you?” he asks, his eyes landing on Joel and Tommy behind you. 

“Joel and Tommy Miller, Ben and Will’s cousins,” Pope replies and you see recognition flash across Frankie’s face before his eyes widen. . 

“Holy shit, what are the odds of that?” 

“Pretty high I’d say,” Tommy replies, stepping forward and extending his hand, “Good to see you again, man.” Frankie shakes his hand and then Joel, who, a bit more reluctantly, grabs Frankie’s hand as he extends it.

“Come inside, and we’ll bar this door for the night,” Frankie says, stepping to the side and motioning the men towards the door before he turns to you. His eyebrows knit together as he sees your arm, still hooked into the opening of your jacket to support your shoulder. 

“You’re hurt, what happened?” He shoulders the rifle and steps forward as gently reaches for your wrist. 

“It’s my shoulder, Pope says the muscle is torn a bit. He’s gonna make me a sling.” 

“How did it happen?” he asks, moving his hands up to your shoulder, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort. 

“I’ll tell you later, I just wanna get inside and sit down, I’m exhausted, Frankie.”

“Of course, c’mere, I’ve got you,” he leads you inside and helps you off with your pack as Pope and Tommy shut the door and slide a heavy iron girder in place.  

“We’re just a bit further in, we found a room with shuttered windows so we can have some light.” Frankie leads you all down a hallway and turns right, pushing open a door he steps into a classroom. The desks have been pushed up along the walls and in the middle Will’s got a couple of camper stoves set up, the smell of food making your stomach growl. 

“Look who we found,” Pope grins as he waves Tommy and Joel in through the door. You can’t help but smile as you see Will and Benny look up, confusion on their faces at first and then, almost simultaneously, shift into huge smiles as they recognise their cousins. 

“Holy shit, what the actual fuck?!” Benny whoops and jumps to his feet, grabbing Joel into a bear hug, “Where the fuck did you come from?!” he says as he tries to pick Joel up off the floor under loud protests. 

“Put me the fuck down, Benny,” he laughs, slapping him on the back. Will and Tommy hug, big grins on both men and then Benny pulls Tommy into another bear hug, laughing as Will embraces Joel. It’s good to see the tension melt away from Tommy and especially Joel. He’d been guarded the whole way, not quite trusting that Pope and you were telling the truth. But now, seeing the four Miller cousins hug it out with big smiles, even Joel looks less intimidating. 

Frankie gently takes your uninjured hand and leads you over to where his sleeping bag is rolled out, helping you sit down. You sink down gratefully and lean back against the wall, finally relaxing. 

“Let me get your boots off,” he says in a low voice, the Miller boys still catching up and laughing behind him. You nod and rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes. Your shoulder is throbbing, you’re going to have to dip into your small supply of expired painkillers soon. Frankie pulls your boots off, and your damp socks, gently rubbing the soles of your feet as you sigh and shoot him a pleased smile. 

“Thanks, Frankie,” you mumble. 

“Anything, hermosa,” he smiles back, letting go of your feet. “But I need to check your shoulder, might be less nice.” 

“Do what you have to do as long as I can have food afterwards, I’m starving.” 

“You took a long time getting here, what happened?” Frankie asks, making you sit up so that he can slide your jacket off. 

“There were infected everywhere, we had to stay hidden for long periods of time. Pope thinks maybe the noise from the bridge collapsing attracted them.” 

“Yeah, we saw some on our side of the river, but not that many. How does this feel?” He gently prods the joint of your shoulder and you wince as he carefully moves your arm. 

“Hurts and feels very stiff,” you say, glancing down at it. There’s a dark bruise forming and you can see the swelling around the joint.. 

“If we had an ice pack I’d put it on,” Frankie says, “But for now, keep it still, I’ll get you that sling.” Frankie steps over to his pack and rifles through it, coming back and setting your shoulder more comfortably against your chest. You watch his deft hands as he works and when he’s done you lean in and capture his lips in a soft kiss. He hums against you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. 

“I’m so happy you’re ok, Frankie,” you whisper, “Did you get hurt on the bridge?” 

“Just a few scrapes,” he says, his mouth still close to yours as he turns up his palms and shows you a few angry looking lines. “I had to clean them with alcohol, that fucking stung,” he chuckles, “but they’re fine now. How did you hurt your shoulder?” 

“Promise you won’t get mad?” you say, pulling back a little so that you can see his face clearly and he frowns at you. 

“What happened?” His eyebrows come together in a frown, his body stiffening under your touch.  

“We, Pope and me, had to hide in a building when a group of infected surprised us.Turned out Joel and Tommy were already in there and they grabbed us, Joel twisted my arm behind my back. But they didn’t know it was us,” you say hastily as you see Frankie scowl and look towards Joel. “Frankie,” you pull his eyes back to you, “they just did what we would’ve done if someone unknown walked in here now.” 

“Yeah, ok,” he relents, his face softening again, “Let me get you some food, should be done now.” 

As Frankie stands up Joel comes over, he’s got a bowl in his hand and as he crouches down he hands it to you. 

“How’s the shoulder? Sorry ‘bout it,” he says, looking at the makeshift sling Frankie’s put together. 

“It’s sore, but it’ll heal, don’t worry about it,” you reply, gratefully accepting the bowl of stew and rice. 

“Alright,” Joel responds, clearing his throat, “Good, and thanks for…” he waves his hand over at where Benny and Will are deep in conversation with Tommy, going over what’s happened in the six years since they last saw each other. “It’s good seeing them in one piece.” 

“I’m glad we were able to bring you guys together,” you say as Joel gets to his feet again, nodding to Frankie.

“Good to see you too, Frankie.” 

“Yeah, same, Joel,” Frankie replies as Joel turns and begins rolling out his sleeping mat.

Frankie grabs a bowl for himself and sinks down next to you, you’re almost done with the stew, wolfing it down. 

“Got you some painkillers too, cariño,” he hands them to you with his water canteen and you gratefully swallow the two pills. Once they kick in you slip into your sleeping bag, drifting off as Frankie helps Ben take care of the dishes. You barely wake as he slips in next to you, careful to not disturb your shoulder, but you reach for his hand as he puts his arm over your waist, turning your head towards him as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. 

The dull throbbing in your shoulder wakes you early next morning and forces you to get up, just to get some relief. There’s thin slivers of light shining through the shutters, giving you enough light to move around and pad out into the hallway in your socks. You’d missed any talk of having a watch roster last night but it seems you were allowed to sleep through the night. Tommy is sitting on a bench close to the door you came in through, playing cards with himself, a rifle next to him. 

“Morning,” you greet him and he looks up. 

“Hey, how’s the shoulder?” He scoots over on the bench, making room for you as you carefully move your arm. 

“Sore and swollen, it’ll take a few days to get better, but don’t worry about it,” you say as you see his apologetic face, “you did what we would’ve done in the same situation.” 

“Yeah, I suppose, we all have to assume the next person we meet is either infected or the enemy.” 

“Not much trust going ‘round these days,” you agree, watching him gather up the cards and shuffle them. 

“I wanted to ask you,” you begin cautiously as he starts dealing. “Joel’s daughter, Sarah?” 

Tommy nods, his hands stopping as he looks up at you, “She didn’t make it, she died that first night,” he says, his voice low and you sigh and close your eyes. 

“Fuck...I’m sorry, Tommy,” you look up at him again as he leans back against the wall. “I didn’t wanna assume but when she wasn’t with you, I had to ask.”

“Yeah, of course, just don’t mention it to Joel,” Tommy tilts his head so that he can look over at you. “He’s not one to talk about it.” 

You nod, rubbing your hand over your face, “I get it, more than you think.” 

“Frankie’s girl?” Tommy says and you hear the question in his voice. 

“A few days after the outbreak, she got infected.” 

Now it’s Tommy’s turn to breathe out a low Fuck as he drops his head back against the wall again. “I’m sorry, for you and for Frankie, she was a great kid.” 

“So was Sarah,” you say, giving Tommy a weak smile, “Lucìa wouldn’t stop talking about her after we got home, she was bugging Benny to invite you guys over as soon as possible so that they could meet again.” 

Tommy chuckles softly, “Yeah, I remember them thick as thieves at Denny’s, Lucìa following her around like a puppy.” He absentmindedly shuffles the deck of cards in his hand as you both stay silent for a few minutes, the soft snores of the still sleeping men coming from the classroom. 

Tommy suddenly laughs softly, keeping his voice low, “I remember how annoyed Frankie got when I flirted with you that weekend, he got really possessive, those hickeys the next morning,” he grins and you feel your cheeks getting red at the memory, even all these years later. 

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” you say and Tommy nods. 

“Poker? I promise I won’t suggest the strip version,” he grins, dealing out the cards again. 

You play a couple of rounds until you hear people stirring in the classroom. Frankie pokes his head out of the door and comes over when he sees you. 

“Morning, sweetie,” you smile up at him as he bends to give you a kiss. 

“Morning, cariño, you sleep ok? How’s the shoulder?” He lets his kiss linger a little bit longer than usual, his hand cupping the back of your head, before he pulls back and sits down on the bench next to you. 

“Sore and swollen,” you say, shifting it a bit. 

“I’ll get you a better sling today, just need a piece of wood to support your arm.” 

“What’s the plan, down to Providence?” you ask, “I don’t know if you guys made plans after I fell asleep last night.” 

“Not Providence,” Tommy says immediately, “we were on our way there but the QZ’s fell, overrun by infected.” 

“Shit, what happened?” you ask, “We heard it was fine just a few days ago.” 

“Not sure, but we ran into a survivor a week ago and he said FEDRA got challenged by another group when FEDRA kept cutting rations. FEDRA took out the other group pretty harshly, imposed martial law and people tried escaping or rebelling, it had been going on for a couple of months.” Tommy gathers the cards up and shuffles them before putting them back in the box. “The survivor we talked to didn’t know how it had happened, but infected got in, or someone who was infected slipped through the checkpoint, it started spreading on the inside anyway. FEDRA lost control and started executing everyone, so riots broke out and FEDRA left, just took the last working trucks and just took off.” 

“Did you get to Providence, what’s the situation like there now?” Frankie asks, leaning forward to look at Tommy. 

“We didn’t get to the gates, got told to not go anywhere near it, too many infected.” Tommy glances up towards the door as Joel looks out. 

“Morning, Joel.” 

“Morning, coffee’s ready if y'all want some,” he says and you can smell it wafting through the hallway now. 

“So what’s your plan then?” Frankie asks as you go back towards the classroom. 

“Boston, I think,” Tommy says, “It’s the nearest QZ from here, big enough.” 

You sit down next to Will who gives you a quick smile and a mug of coffee, Frankie sinks to the floor next to you too. 

“Thanks, Will,” he says, taking a second mug. “So what’s our plan then, if Providence is a no go?” He looks over at Will and Pope, “Boston for us too?” 

“I don’t know about you guys,” Benny says, “but I think we should stick together, with Joel and Tommy I mean.” 

You see Pope frown, he hasn’t warmed up to Joel after yesterday, and by the way Joel stiffens and scowls at his coffee mug, you know he’s not all for it either. 

“I think it’s a great idea, Benny;” Tommy says, glancing over at Joel, “You guys are family and we know you and Will consider the rest of y’all as family too, we can trust each other.” 

“What do you say, Joel?” Will asks, he can sense that Joel’s not totally onboard and the older man looks down at his coffee, jaw working as he seems to go over the options in his head. 

“Yeah, might be a good idea,” he says eventually, but there’s still hesitation in his voice, “there’s safety in numbers and y’all are ex Special Ops, and like Tommy says, we can trust each other,” he says the last thing looking over at Pope who holds his gaze for a few seconds before nodding. 

“Yeah, we can trust each other.”

Joel nods to Pope, the two men seeming to come to some sort of silent agreement. 

You think it seems like a good idea, it makes sense. You can’t see Will and Benny just walking away from their cousins now, even if they’re maybe not the same people they were six years ago. And like Joel said, there’s safety in numbers and it’s forty miles to Boston, lots of bombed out suburban landscape to cover. You shudder at the thought, your shoulder aches, you’re in no shape to take on anything and the thought of having to cover forty miles on foot makes you miserable. Frankie notices your body shiver and slips his arm around your waist. 

“What’s up, hermosa?” he whispers softly in your ear as he leans his chin on your good shoulder. 

“It’s a long way to Boston,” you whisper back, looking over at him with worried eyes, “I’m scared, so much can go wrong.” 

“We’ll go slow, be cautious, and not let Benny jump on bridges.” The last thing he says with a crooked smile, nudging your nose with the cool tip of his own.  

“No more bridges please,” you say, giving him a small smile. 

“Maybe I should lay off the arepas,” Frankie chuckles softly, his hand now rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “Amor de mi vida,” he whispers after a while, “I can’t promise everything will be fine, but I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, I promise that.” 

“And keep yourself safe,” you add, “you’re the love of my life too, Frankie.” He gives a little nod before his soft lips press against yours. You’re still sitting next to Will, right by the camping stove, but you’re in a bubble of your own with Frankie. The others talk about Boston, the route and possible dangers. You don’t notice Joel watching you with a frown, his fingers tapping on his thigh, before he glances down at the broken watch on his arm.

Chapter 28

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[seokmattchuus]

Hi I’m the anon that was asking about how many prompts I can request… I decided that I’m going to put them all in here and then you can pick what you want. If you want to make more than one go ahead of you want to use all of them in one be my guest, if you do use any of them, can it be with Matthew please hahahah okay so we are looking at 4, 5, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 20, 22, 24, 25, 27, 30… sorry for being annoying, if you want to ignore this you can haha I get it…

A/n: This took so fucking long and I'm so fucking sorry but I really didn't like it at first and it needed to marinate in my mind. Then I got sick and it's just been a mess, but long story short, here it is and it kinda sucks just a teensy tiny bit.

P.S. I don't think I proofread and I'm sorry. I couldn't bring myself to reread this and I don't have writer friends that I can send to look over 💀 We will suffer about it together <3

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"I can’t help but get a little angry when they’re looking at you like that." Matthew leaned over to whisper in your ear as he wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the table that sat behind you. "They've been staring all night."

"Cameras, babe." You reminded playfully, trying to get him to remember you were currently at an award show.

"Everyone knows we're together, anyways." He gave you a boyish smile. "It'll be good press for our collab, anyways."

You left him be and focused your eyes back to the stage.

Matthew's protectiveness was something you loved to see. After years of dating people who didn't seem to care, Matthew's attitude made you feel like a prized possession. As cringey as it seemed, it did feel nice to be wanted to that extent.

"Your stylist must hate me." He whispered again. "Remind me just once," He licked his lips. "Who do you belong to?"

You turned to him with wide eyes and smacked his arm.

"We're in ear shot of a lot of people." You whisper-scolded. "They know we're dating but they don't know we're dating seriously."

"Are you saying you don't want to say it out loud?" He raised a brow, the playful tone long gone. "Do I have to make it known that we're dating seriously?" His eyes were serious, but you didn't back down.

There was a time and place for everything, and this was not it.

"I don't know what got into you, but we have to behave here." You tried to ration with him.

"We can always find a way out." He countered.

"You wouldn't."

"Don’t tempt me." He stated simply. "It's not like I asked for much, just something to prove a point." He shrugged. "So, you can prove the point, or I can."

"Did something happen?" Your face and tone were serious now. "You're rarely like this at events like this." You could tell something was getting to him, but you weren't sure and as he kept this act up, you were getting worried.

You pulled your phone out to message your manager, asking for the keys to the car because you were feeling a bit sick. Within minutes, she was at your table, and you explained you'd run to the store and be back soon, plus, it wasn't fair to your members to be left alone. Before she could reply, Matthew told her he'd go with you, and you could see her caving.

In the end, you were given the keys and Matthew all but ran to the car with you barely keeping up.

Once the doors were closed, he couldn't help but pull you on his lap.

“Open your mouth for me, darling.” He whispered as he brought his hands up to your lips.

Your stomach was swirling at the thought of doing this in the back of the car. In the parking lot of the award show at that. Getting caught by anyone was a high risk.

"Don’t pretend to be so innocent, now.” He tsked. "At least the windows are tinted. If we're careful when we get out, no one will know."

You licked your lips before parting them and letting his fingers coat themselves in your saliva.

As he took in the sight of you, legs spread over his dress pants, looking all dolled-up while he had his fingers almost knuckle deep in your mouth, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You dirty, little slut." He cooed at you. "So oblivious, aren't you." He teased, one of his hands trailing down to pull up the hem of your dress so it was draped over his thighs. "I bet you couldn't hear them saying how much they wish they could be doing this to you."

Your eyes darted towards him, and you pulled back.

"That's what this is about?" You looked at him like he was crazy. "Because you're jealous?"

"And if you heard someone say how much they wish they could ride me all night long? How they give me a better night than you ever could? Right in front of you?" He paused and waited for a response.

You stayed silent, unable to think of how you'd react.

"That's what I thought." He scoffed. "Now be good for me."

He finished his sentence by roughly slamming his lips onto yours, the fingers that were in your mouth now moving under the dress and through your underwear.

"All this for me?" He smirked as his fingers were met with slick. "And to think.." He paused as his fingers slowly slid over your clit. "We wouldn't be doing this right now had you just said you were mine."

He let silence take over the car as his fingers quickly worked their way inside you, your legs unable to close due to being on his lap.

"Matthew-"

You started but got cut off as his thumb started working against your clit, your head falling against his shoulder in a silent scream.

"God, I hated hearing them talk about you like that." His voice was lower, almost a growl, as he roughly sucked hickies onto your neck. "You're fucking mine."

You wanted to respond, but with the way his hands and lips were working against you, you couldn't find it in you to make words.

He looked at the marks he left and his hand came up to grab your chin to make you look at him, the fingers that were inside you starting a rougher pace.

"Who left these marks on you?"

"Y-You, fuck." You felt your legs tighten around his thighs as your voice broke.

"Are you going to cover them up?" He challenged as his thumb worked faster against your clit.

You shook your head as you didn't trust your voice, your eyes closing as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Use your words, angel."

"No, fuck, no, just please." You could feel your face redden as the words just flew out of you. Something about Matthew always made you a mess.

“Say my name. Scream it.”

"Matthew~" You whined loudly, your legs shaking around him as you felt yourself cum undone.

"Louder."

"I-I can't," You gasped as you tried, and failed, to catch your breath.

"You don't have a choice here, angel." He gave you a boyish smile as he kept rubbing your clit, his free hand holding you in place as you started trying to back away. "Don’t forget who you belong to.” He paused to watch your mouth fall in an open scream. "I'll use you until I'm done with you."

He quickly pulled his fingers away from you and moved them to work against the button of his suit pants.

"Matter fact." He licked his lips as he pulled himself out of his boxers. “I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to." He smirked down at you as he moved both hands to move you over him.

Your mind was still hazy as you let out a chuckle.

"Do you think this is a joke?" He furrowed his brows, but his tone was full of amusement. Watching you lose yourself because of him was an ego boost he'd never get tired of.

"You're cute." You giggled until you felt him slide into you, the pleasure making you shiver.

"And you're cuter." He pulled you in for a kiss as you were fully sat on him, your hips moving before he could tell you to do so. He smiled into the kiss as his hands moved you faster against him.

“That's my good girl.”

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[raccoonfallsharder]

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spoilers: I have a preferred trope/formula that I lean into quite hard (girl falls first; raccoon falls harder) and while I do really love tragic fanfic, I firmly believe rocket's suffered enough of that so it's only happy endings here (even if it takes a minute to get there). Well, more or less, anyway.

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel

reader x rocket fluff, medium-burn?? (at least for Part One), smut. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to read this - you just need to enjoy fluff + smut + rocket (and be 18 i guess). multiple parts. see notes for summary + warnings.

The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl Part One of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [COMPLETE 5/5 chapters] Summary: In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? get in loser we're gonna fix it Chapter One (The First Visit) Chapter Two (The Second Visit) Chapter Three (The Third Visit) Chapter Four (The Fourth Visit) Chapter Five (The Fifth Visit) complete post - The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training (Ninth Visit) Part Two of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 8/21] Sequel to The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl [domestic fluff, dirty talk, oral sex - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Study Night. or - why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? When you were a kid, you imagined yourself growing up, working a cool job, living in a cute house, getting a big dog, marrying, and having kids of your own. You've currently got none of those things, but you are getting regularly railed by a raccoon-shaped cosmic adventurer, and he's currently showing you around his spaceship. Which is kinda better than anything you could have dreamed up for yourself. [comics-inspired, though i'm fucking around with timelines/continuity and you really don't need any comics-context to ride this ride] complete post - Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/18] [domestic fluff, dirty talk, orgasm delay, bf/gf silliness. - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Date Night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°✩☼⋆｡°✩☽︎ loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. domestic bf/gf silliness & fluff. extensive smut. comics-knowledge isn't needed but HIGHLY recommend starting at the beginning of this collection for context (The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl).

florescence ❀ (a meetgroot)

[WIP: Year 0/5] [mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa chapter four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. no use of y/n.] Summary: “The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.” Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in.

Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24]

Blackmail Material

[WIP: Chapter 2/4] reader x rocket pwp with feelings; smut & fluff & love confessions. MCU-based, post-Endgame, friends-to-lovers. Summary: a classic tale of "this fuckin raccoon found your sex-toy." as per usual: girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. see notes for summary + warnings.

Chapter One: Blackmail Material Chapter Two: Self-Sufficience [NEW posted 8/29] Chapter Three: Firearms over Flowers ???

Window Across the Galaxy

[WIP: Chapter 15/25+] [NEW chapter posted 10/5] rocket x oc angst/hurt/comfort; slow burn + eventual smut with feelings. MCU-based. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1. enemies to friends to lovers but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies. see notes for summary + warnings. could become 1 part of a 2-part series, if I have the energy/inspiration. Summary: Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets.in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5]

Autopilot Systems Check [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/3/2023] Est Word Count: 1409 reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. MCU-based, post-Endgame i guess. Summary: reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. drabble based on this post/inadvertent prompt.[complete post - Autopilot Systems Check]

Kinktober 2023

based on day 8 of @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List Kinktober Day 8: Turbulence. rocket needs you to hold. flarkin. still. [NEW 10/8]

Other Duties As Assigned

[WIP: ???] rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings. Begins five months after The Snap. I don't have an intended outcome for this fic yet (just kind of rambling around) so this has the most uncertain publishing date. Summary: Natasha Romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the Milano. First she demands that the remaining two Guardians of the Galaxy be reachable via a primitive Terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. Thank fuck she's hired a new assistant.

Headcannons & Drabbles headcanon 1 - rocket & sex work headcanon 2 - rocket & occassional post-sex feelings headcanon 3 - quill & innocence/optimism headcanon 4 (minific/drabble) - rocket & nebula (2014) in endgame/post time-heist headcanon 5 (minific/drabble) - rocket & quill were scooped at the same time headcanon 6 - cinnamon roll peter quill continued headcanon 7 - rocket & nova corps headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]

Fan Art of Your Amazing OCs (and maybe sometimes mine)

Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡

Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ♡ another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner

Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life!

Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her!

Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color

Fleuret (I think?) (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrap myself out of bed and deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.

Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!

Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket).

#this fuckin raccoon #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket racoon x reader #gotg rocket #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket raccoon x you #reader insert #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #rocket x you #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #rocket fanfiction #fanfiction masterlist #rocket raccoon fanart #original character #raccoonfallsharder fanfic #rfh fanfic

[godisg4y]

He's a 10, but-

Tokyo revengers

TMG edition

A/n : please if u have any good ideas you'd like to add to my ones, pls reply them in the comments. I would LOVE to hear more of these, tyy

>Mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, takemitchi, baji, kazutora, smiley, angry, hakkai.

MIKEY

-He's a 10, but constantly bothers you to buy him food (mostly doyaraki)

-He's a 10 but talks about his motorcycle more like it's his gf than you 😭. "Ah, listen to my baby, isn't she so beautiful?" Mikey, it's a FUCKING BIKE.

-He's a 10 but sometimes he kills people and all his friends on a dark impulse lmfao

-sorry that was uncalled for, anyways

-He's a 10 but he falls asleep on you (or any surface really) CONSTANTLY. Like you just be ranting abt smth and realize you're not getting replies and when you look he's passed out next to you with a half eaten doyaraki in his mouth.

-it's a cute but seriously it's happened way too many times now, even in the weirdest places

- He's a 10 but almost burned down your kitchen trying to make ramen. Don't ask me how he managed that but he's not allowed in the kitchen anymore

-He's a 10 but makes wierd noises when he's bored. Like you just be chilling and this mf stars making pterodactyl noises???

-He's a 10 but you cannot watch a movie with him cause he constantly asks STUPID FUCKING QUESTIONS. Like idk if his brain just blanks or he gets sidetracked or what but it's irritating.

-"who's this one? Do we know him?" that's the Mc Mikey, it's abt him. "Didn't that guy die??" no that was his twin! "wtf there's 2 of them? Since when?" since the beginning-. "Oh, wait is that his gf???" no Mikey that's his mom "that's his mom?! No way, she's too hot" MIKEY!!

DRAKEN

-He's a 10. Actually no, he's a 20. That's all. Thanks for comming to my Ted talk/ jk jk

- He's a 10 but has to constantly bend his body to walk through every single door in your place (or most places for that matter)

-He's a 10 but can't pick up on any social clues related to flirting. Like he immediately picks up on when his friends are sad or need help but try to flirt with this guy, all u get is a blank stare and a "wtf" reaction LMAO

-He's a 10 but his room sounds like a hanime at night 💀( it's Canon bc I say so now stfu)

-He's a 10 but enjoys jazz music??

-He's a 10 but went through a mid life crisis and decided to go bald at 27.

- DOrAkEgG-kun

-I can't think of anything else

CHIFUYU

- He's a 10 but communicates his problems with his cat instead of you

- He's a 10 but rants to peke j about your dates with him like love struck schoolgirl (don't ask me how I know he does that, I just do)

-He's a 10 but cancels plans with stupid excuses bc he's scheduled his whole Saturday to reading manga. (me too bby.. Me too)

- He's a 10 but his favorite genre of anything is romance

- He's a 10 but only listens to breakup or crush related pop songs, not the passable ones, the kind that gets cringey af after you hear them constantly (like Olivia Rodrigo's)

- He's a 10 but sometimes he gives pick me Boi vibes, not the ones that would openly put others down but the type that like goes out of his way to seem likeable if he wants ur attention. Like he's only pick me-ish when it comes to you, not the vast majority.

-He's a 10 but despite being so cheerful and confident he's shy af when it comes to cute ppl / ones he likes. He has 0 game whatsoever likes he's super chill and fun with everyone but when it's his crush he goes braindead and awkward LMAOO

-He's a 10 but if he has a crush on you, he will 100% stare at you CONSTANTLY but never have the guts to talk to u.

- He's a 10 but religiously believes in big tiddie goth gf supremacy.

-unrelated to the post but I'm almost positive this guy is pansexual

TAKEMITCHI

-He's actually like an 8 ngl, I don't make the rules. anyways

-He's a 10 but he got caught lacking TWICE

-jk jk, he's a 10 but sometimes he holds ur little brothers hand instead of yours 💀

-I'm sorry I'll stop. He's a ten but pretended to be a super hero all the way up till 8

-He's a 10 but he uses so much hair jel it's actually unhealthy

-He's a 10 but he thinks wearing baggy and sagging pants makes him cool

-He's a 10 but he accidentally called you mom once, we act like it never happened (not in a sexual way dw)

- He's a 10 but all his shoes look like they were popular in the 80's

-He's a 10 but his room gives the feeling of deadbeat father and a 5 yr old problem child in one (I can't explain this one)

- He's a 10 but he goes into a corner and plays that snake game on his flip phone in solitude whenever he feels socially awkward somewhere

BAJI

-He's a 10 but tries to convince you to commit arson with him whenever he's bored

-He's a 10 but get random bursts of energy to litterally runs up to something then kick it. It's like this:

you're walking together

Monke sees action baji sees trash can

processing said trash can

*impulse activated*

run to trash can

kick as hard as humanly possible

niceeee

-He's a 10 but has a habit of doing the most regular things a little too aggressively, it's not really his fault cause it's not on purpose, it just happens. Like he accidentally slams doors and draws or places things down too roughly where it makes loud noises and ur a lil concerned ngl. (like glass bowls n shit)

-He's a 10 but uses two in one shampoo. Never does his hair either it just styles itself so perfectly like man.. fuck you

-He's a 10 but punches random guys for fun LMAO

-He's a 10 but pesters you for food like a 5 yr old, also he still likes his "Dino nuggies" but don't tell his friends that...or do, he doesn't care

-He's a 10 but his mom does all his, laundry and still tiddies his room whenever

- Not that he bothers her to do it for him, she just does

- He's a 10 but his mom is a fucking 20, don't @ me

- He's a 10 but he can't read...or spell. But we love him, precious dumbass <3

(Hey I'm baji, I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read)

KAZUTORA

-He's a 10 but he constantly gaslights you for the most mundane things.

*takes off light*

*walks out and comes back in to se light on*

"Babe didnt I switch this off?"

"no it was just like this"

"Oh.."

-He's a 10 but if u mention his younger self hair style he'll threaten to hit u with a wrench (playfully ofc!...unless)

-He's a 10 but one time he accidentally killed his friends brother and went to juvie LMFAOO, life's just like that. It eez what it eez

- He's a 10 but uses the phrase "I went to jail once mother fucker I'm not scared to go again" almost everytime someone picks a fight with him

-He's a 10 but he's overly skeptical of ALL your friends and family. Like whenever u take him to your get togethers or family gatherings he just fucking sits there looking at everyone with the most judgmental expressions ever.

isn't that your "creepy uncle" who went to jail For smth?

Was it pedophilia?

Idk, he just looks like a pedo to me

WE GET IT BUT DON'T SAY SHIT SO OPENLY, PPL CAN HEAR YOU TORA 💀

-He's a 10 but gets genuinely upset when you borrow his jackets, like most guys find it cute and he's like "Hey that's mine! Give it back u rat!"

-He's a 10 but gives cringey emo boy/anime villian worthy speeches about life whenever you two argue

-He's a 10 but had a crush on one of his teachers a time

-He's a 10 but he has daddy issues... And mommy issues... And just issues in general

-He's a 10 but tells you the most weirdest conspiracy theories he has. About the government, aliens, lizard ppl, the pyramids, the Bermuda triangle, everything.

MITSUYA

-He's a fucking 20+. Fight me

-there is litterally no fault in this man. He is perfection.

-OK fine, he's a 10 but somehow goes through episodes of depression and workaholicness in one like?? Pick a struggle, just one

- He's a 10 but his beard/ mustache started growing when he was only 14

- It causes it to grow very quickly now so if he goes a day without shaving u will see a little stubble there lmaoo

-He's a 10 but organizes your shit for you the same way he does for his sisters lmaoo. I guess it's just a force of habit

-Like he'll notice a few of your stationery scattered around your desk and he's already re-organizing everything.

-He's a 10 but he steals your plushies to practice his sewing skills.

-Makes mini sweaters and clothes for your them, and whenever you can't find them and ask, they're in takashi's room "modeling" as he claims

-He's a 10 but he makes your family love him more than they love you without even trying. Like fuck you omg

NAHOYA (smiley)

-He's a 10, but he tries to "play" fight you every single time you two are left alone together.

-like the others would go inside McDonald's to order food and then come back out to find you two acting out some sort of fake karate moves on each other

-you also beat up eachothers shadows and act like ur getting hurt 💀

-He's a 10 but you have to LITTERALLY beg and plead with him to not murder guys who catcall you. He still throws hands left n right tho

-He's a 10 but he sends u the most random shit at 4 in the morning. And when I say random, I mean RANDOM

- He's a 10 but calls you "bro, dude and bruh" as affectionate nicknames

-He's a 10 but never wears matching socks. Like it's become a habit now to just grab whichever ones are closest and he honestly does not care. "whatever they can't see my socks anyways"

-they can. But according to him it's a fashion statement

-He's a 10 but brings his little brother to your dates sometimes

-then gets jealous when u give souya more attention than him. But who can blame you? We Stan our blueberry little bean. Must protecc

SOUYA (angry)

-He's a 10...actually he's like a 12 tbvh

-He's a 10, but sometimes he treats you more like a mom or big sister than his actual s/o 💀

-He's a 10, but he gets lost easily, so he clings to your arm like a fucking koala EVERY time ur in public together

-he also follows you around like a lost puppy, EVERYWHERE. Mf waits outside the washroom untill ur done-

-He's a 10 but he MUST. ALWAYS. be the little spoon when cuddling, ALWAYS. (I see this as an absolute win)

-He's a 10 but he has a habit of stealing your blanket in the middle of this night and discarding his own? Or if it's one blanket he just hogs all in his sleep.

-mfs lucky he's so cute otherwise I would've started throwing hands for this shii long ago.

-He's a 10 but he just can't make decisions for himself istg. He will ponder everything for 10 minutes, not decide, ask your opinion and when u give him it he always goes with your opinion. I mean that's nice but sweetie... Think for yourself atleast sometimes T-T

-He's a 10 but he once thought his big brother liked you so he tried to ignore your very existence lmfao but nahoya thought it was his way of being awkward with you. Untill a day he found him crying about it and got the real reason

(proceeded to explain that he didn't like you like that and you're like "one of his homies". Also helped him get closer with you)

HAKKAI

-He's a 10 but he's more romantically interested in mitsuya than you, his s/o

- I'm joking, I'm joking... not really we all know it's true

-Also he's not a 10, he's a 100. I will fist fight anyone who disagrees

-He's a 10 but he's super awkward around any other female or femmine like person except you (if ur a gorl) and yuzuha to the point where he seems rude

-He's a 10 but similar to souya he also can't really make desicions on his own so he just uses yours

-He's a 10 but he acts more like your lil bro that u look after rather than a bf. It just happens cause you're so close with yuzuha and u guys are always treating him like your precious baby that he just automatically reacts like that.

Walking together

-He's a 10 but he sees you kinda like a sugar mommy. Despite being rich, he just likes the feeling of when u get him the things he wants and he knows u like getting him things so there's no problem with asking, not that he ever has to ask bc the second u see him interested in smth ur already getting it for him.

Sees cute Keychain

Oh! Y/nn~ look at that panda chain! Its so cute

*immediately buys him said Keychain*

-He a 10 but he has actual mommy issues and needs you to take care of those needs for him. Which is why he feels so nice when u get him things and do stuff for him. Always making sure he's okay and showering him in affection. He feels the most loved like that.

-He's a 10 but has a, picture of his soulmate "best friend" as his wallpaper and not you

#tokyo revengers #Tokyo revengers x reader #Manjiro Sano #Mikey x reader #Draken #Draken x reader #Mitsuya Takahashi #Mitsuya x reader #Nahoya #Nahoya kawata #Souya #Souya kawata #Smiley #Angry #Tr #Smiley x reader #Souya x reader #Headcanons #Baji #Baji keisuke #Baji x reader #Chifuyu #Chifuyu matsuno #Chifuyu x reader #Takemitchi #Hakkai #Hakkai Shiba #Hakkai x reader #Kazutora #Tokyo revengers shit post

[idyat]

Deimos x shy reader

Good morning

Requested on Wattpad

Summary: Idk this is just really bad

Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive

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It was early morning...probably. The Sun is fucking dead so there's not really any way of knowing aside from one's own sleep schedule and hoping the clocks are still telling the truth.

Anyways, according to the clock on the nightstand it was 6:27AM and 15 seconds.

And somehow, despite his fucked up sleep schedule, falling asleep and waking 4 hours after a normal person at LEAST, Deimos was fully awake.

But it's not like he could do anything anyway because his lover just so happened to still be slumbering in his arms as we speak, which meant the cat-on-lap law applied and he could. Not. Move. A millimeter.

Anywho, like most of us Deimos is dumb and can't stay still for more than 5 minutes so of course you eventually woke up from all the rustling of the bed.

"...Love...?" Welp, time to feel bad

"Uh, hey, Honeypie. Sorry for waking you up."

"No, no, it's okay. What time is it anyway?" They asked, but not before noticing the petname.

"Uuh...6:35AM and twenty- no twenty-seven seconds."

Visibly, the love of his life was shocked.

"6:35AM and 27 seconds? And you're awake?"

"What? Shawty gonna get fussy 'bout it?" He cooed at them while squishing their cheeks.

"No I'm not. And- also- stop that!" Despite the angry tone they were giggling"

"You want me to grab your other cheeks?" And now they were blushing

"Hehehe, look at you getting all red!" The smoker-man laughed out loud, to which his 'shawty' just snuggled in his chest for warmth and because they couldn't think of an answer.

And then they layed in the bed for a few minutes. Before Deimos opened his mouth once again:

"Maybe the reason I woke up so early is because our little 'show' last night knocked me out cold."

"Stop that!" They yapped, but thet couldn't stay mad anyway because of this stupid man's strained-ass laugh.

"You're lucky I'm bad at imposing myself!" They joked. Visibly they also found the situation humorous.

"Aww, don't say that darling! You can do whatever you want, it's not like anyone cares anymore!"

"...Thanks."

"Y'know what? Go on, say something you'd be too self-concious to say normally!"

"..."

"..."

"The only thing that would be knocked out from last night would be your throat with how much you screa-"

"Ok that's enough."

Despite the rude interruption, they smiled. Because everyone knew deep down, despite the light-hearted bantering, the couple would always be there for eachother. Whether that be through self-esteem issues or amputated limbs.

Everyone also knew Deimos was loud as fuck in-

#mc deimos x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madcom deimos x reader #deimos x reader #madness combat Deimos #mc deimos #madcom deimos

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Sei no Gekiyaku

Title: Sei no Gekiyaku (性の劇薬)

Author/Artist: Mizuta Yuki

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/10/27

Cast: Morikawa Toshiyuki x Nojima Hirofumi

Synopsis:

“I’ll find all of your most sensitive spots.”

Makoto Katsuragi, a man working for an advertising agency, has so far led a perfect private and work life. However, that all comes crashing down in an instant when he loses everything he holds dear. In the midst of his despair, he drunkenly climbs onto the ledge of a tall building and is about to jump, when… “If you’re going to throw away your life…let me have it.” He is saved by these words offered by the sudden appearance of Ryuji Yoden, and decides to do exactly as Ryuji says. From the moment Makoto awakens in Ryuji’s room, his daily life of retraining begins, giving away not only his body but his heart…

Review Proper

Uhh.

Hmm.

???????

If y'all know me and or have read my older posts, you'll know I hate this type of plot. However, I had to listen to this 'cause the last I heard of Morikawa Toshiyuki was in 2021, and Nojima Hirofumi in... 2019?! *goes into existential panic*. It doesn't help that these two were Shigure-san and Haru in Nights Before Night. I wanted my happy ending with them to happen even though it was nearly impossible since these two are already inactive in the BL industry. Having the two of them come back and co-star in a BLCD again is just too good to be true... and I was right. I didn't expect them to come in for one of the sketchiest things in the market. I really don't know what Frontier is smoking, having all the budget for veterans like these only to put them in weird projects.

Biases and triggers aside, I think that Sei no Gekiyaku failed to deliver what it was set to convey. It tried so hard to be deep and psychological in the beginning, but it's like sensei just threw that out the window in chapter 3. It reminds me a lot of Lala no Kekkon and Derail. What was all that build-up for, then? I'm gonna say it. If you wanna use Stockholm Syndrome, then commit. This is also true with the discarded BDSM. I don't like these themes, but damn, do I feel bad for them 'cause they all felt pointless in the end.

Anyway, onto the topic of the BLCD itself...

You'll miss a lot of things if you haven't read the manga beforehand. There was a lot of added and dropped content that was understandable since no other characters apart from the two leads were in the BLCD. But that also led to Ryuji's older brother's presence being missing in the BLCD. Although Ryuji mentions him in the BLCD often enough, the manga just shows Ryuji's trauma better since we get to see him constantly haunting Ryuji. I'm not sure if they've changed censorship laws on BLCDs because the same thing happened in Kuroe to Mesu, but the BLCD was less graphic than the manga. Take that part where Ryuji rapes Makoto in the bathtub. You can hear Makoto take a toy in, but you'll never know it was a dildo mount whatchamacallit if you didn't read the manga.

There's also that part when Ryuji loses it when Makoto smiles when they were fucking. Nojinii does chuckle then, but you wouldn't pick that up if you didn't know what happened in the manga. It might've been better if Ryuji loudly thought: "Oh crap, he smiled."

The original plot was already badly paced, but the BLCD was even worse lmao. The tracks don't even start the same way the manga chapters do. I really don't recommend listening to this if you haven't heard the story and are a beginner to Japanese. Speaking of reading, idk what happened to futekiya, but the translation progressively got worse towards the end of the manga. I also read the scanned version of this when it was still unlicensed, but it was also a bit off.

Now for the light in the tunnel: the voice work.

I tried to fight it. I really did.

But I'm always going to be Moririn trash.

Don't get me wrong, Morimori did spectacular here (duh). But I really hated Ryuji that I initially had no thoughts other than respect towards his voice acting here... until he whispered in Track 4, that is. At some point, I just wanted to throw Nojinii out of the picture 'cause THAT SHOULD BE ME???!!! I'LL SLURP THIS SPAGHETTI OFF THE FLOOR ON ALL FOURS FOR YOU, MORIKAWA TOSHIYUKI!

My god. Frontier sure has taste in VAs but not in stories.

He was just-ugh. I wonder how he does that. Like in Tadaima, he makes you feel like he's talking to you rather than his co-star wtf. I was gasping for air goddammit. This man is a danger to society.

As for Nojinii, I actually thought that his voice was too high for Makoto in the beginning. It was almost in the same range as his Haru, and I imagined Makoto's voice to be lower. It did grow on me, though. I missed my bottom Nojinii. Of course, he did excellent as well. His fear was really believable in the first tracks that I just feel so bad for him 'cause he needed to throw that all away. 🙄

Man, I can't help but think that Morimori and Nojinii were wasted on this work. Again, it's already a miracle to have them back, so this might be the last time they ever pair up again. And for fucking Sei no Gekiyaku? Part of the reason why I stopped listening to BLCDs was 'cause I wouldn't know how to cope if I saw more of my favorite older VAs leaving the industry. That's also why I stopped doing releases lists. Hype around BLCDs has steadily been on the decline and if you haven't noticed, there's been considerably fewer releases too. The manga scene isn't doing well either. I'm just so afraid it'll all run out someday. *crisis*

Going back on topic, I do not recommend this BLCD. If you're into psychological and BDSM, I would look into Harada or Kabukichou Bad Trip instead. If you're a fan of Morimori and Nojinii, I still wouldn't recommend it if the theme isn't your thing. Let's just re-listen to Nights Before Night and suffer instead. 👍

#sei no gekiyaku #frontier works #mizuta yuki #morikawa toshiyuki #nojima hirofumi

[apphiarothowrites]

I’m writing to cope ok! (Chap 2 hit a little too hard)

Ace is about 4 when he realizes something is wrong, the realization comes slowly then all at once. Dandan practically breaking down his bedroom door as he screams clawing at his chest for a wound that is not there.

Time travel is a bitch

It’s weird being in a 4 yr old body, even weirder that now what he can understand more of the subtleties around him. He realizes he was very much loved in his childhood. Dandan is still gruff but she reads to him every night. The other bandits slip him extras at dinner or play games with him.

One day and god were the days always so slow? He remembers that luffy should be here, well baby luffy.

But he wanders down to the port anyway.

He’s been meandering outside the party bar for about 10 minutes when there’s a loud shout.

His gaze whips around finding a teenage girl stalking up the path dripping wet and looking utterly furious.

“You.” She hisses

For a moment just a moment mind you, ace thinks that Akainu somehow transformed into a teenage girl and is now back to kill him again.

“Hi?” He asks? Because he is almost certain he has never seen this girl in his life, then again if he squints maybe…

“Commander, you wanna tell me why I’m here.”

Ace knows that voice, more specifically that tone of voice.

“Time travel is a bitch?” He offers weakly.

His former division captain looks less than amused.

Random

“Darla what are you doing?”

The teen doesn’t even look up, still furiously scribbling. “I’m trying to get my degrees for relationship counselling and reptile training.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she says still writing at the speed of sound “someone has to be the adult around here.”

Ace doesn’t have a good response to that, so he leaves her to the many many textbooks.

omfg darla is so done with this shit, I love her (reptile training???? I'm screaming, that's fucking hilarious)

now I gotta imagine Marco's reaction in the same situation: he's suddenly 27 again, in the prime of his life and Pops is in fantastic health for being in his mid 50s, and he's clueless. Marco has no idea what to do except-

fucking Teach. Right there, laughing with other guys from the second division. Pretending, this entire time, like they're brothers still. He can't attack him outright on the deck, can't do it privately without damaging the ship, and can't just accuse him behind closed doors without proof. But that's the thing-he's so good at hiding, how the hell is he supposed to prove that Teach is a threat?

Marco flounders, utterly lost for what to do other than keep a very close eye on him. At least until a letter comes in, in a familiar but shakier script, telling him "Time travel's a bitch, huh pretty bird?"

The return address is Dawn Island, East Blue. It comes with a P.S. "Darla made it too, she's decided she's going to be a relationship counselor this time around?"

#Ar answers #raccooon once again on that good shit

[kimmiessimmies]

SUNDAY 27 JAN 08: Three hours til showtime

When the nerves are starting to play up, it's good to have a roommate who can calm you down...

... But what if you don't have one...?

Roommate #4: The Overthinker

Get a grip, Wyler, get yourself together. This is about the music, not about... It's about the music. And the album is good. Is the album good? Or is it just the same old shit everyone does? Only worse? What if no one likes it? Or just a few people? Then why are we even doing this? All these songs you write are a fucking lie anyway... You don't know anything...

No. Stop it. Get. It. The fuck. Together. Go and bring the music. Now.

NB: James used to have a roommate, Chris. Chris graduated last May. But even if he had still been there, I'm not sure he would have been much help. Even though Chris and James were both music students and found common ground in that, their lives usually didn't really follow the same path. Chris often partied all night and was away a lot. They were okay roommates, but not friends.

#thoughts of a self critic #go kill 'em James #leave everything on the stage #I believe in you #since you don't have a roommate #leave it to your writer to give you a pep talk through hashtags #atoh extra #the hot wings #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #james wyler

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 42 – Harsh Words

Warnings: Strong Language / Angst

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Crosshair is anything but thrilled with what his brothers have told him. When he comes to your shuttle to confront you, he's pretty charged up.

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What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Part 26 - I’m Sorry Kitten

Part 27 - Bracca

Part 28 -Rampart

Part 29 - It’s All Tactics

Part 30 - CT 6116

Part 31 - Of Wolves And Sheep

Part 32 - Dying Hope

Part 33 - Hero Of The Day

Part 34 - When The Wolf Eats The Sheep

Part 35 - The Shepherd

Part 36 - The Toll It Takes

Part 37 -Blowing Off Steam

Part 38 - Not Exactly Private

Part 39 - Accusations

Part 40 – Tension And Anger

Part 41 - Unloved Truths

Part 42 - Harsh Words

When Crosshair came into your bedroom on your shuttle, you saw it in his face right away. He was upset. You didn't know why, but you were sure you would find out any moment. Your eyes met, and you slowly put away the holo-book you had just been reading. His gaze was cutting, you suspected he was belligerent.

"What's wrong?" you asked quietly.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and growled, "So I'm difficult, huh? You're unhappy with me?"

You blinked in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

"About the things you tell Tech, but not me!"

You had regretted talking to Tech about Crosshair before, it had been a stupid idea and a weak moment. One night when you had all been drinking, you had been a little frustrated with Crosshair, Tech had approached you, and you had blabbed because you needed to get it off your chest. Here and now, you regretted it yet again.

You sighed and said, "I'm not generally unhappy."

"I smell a 'but'," he murmured.

He stood in the doorway wide-legged, arms folded in front of his chest, like a bouncer, as if he expected you to try to duck out of the conversation.

"Sometimes you're pretty... bossy. You're almost always in control of everything in our relationship."

Crosshair lowered his arms and began pacing.

"Is that so bad?" he finally asked.

With a sigh, you said, "I would like to be a little more than a supporting actress in our relationship"

He threw his hands in the air.

"What's that supposed to mean now?"

"That I don't always want to just follow, I want you to listen to me for once and consider my wishes and suggestions and not just decide everything over my head" you returned a little impatiently.

Crosshair stopped and looked at you again, penetratingly.

"And here you thought you'd tell my brother, who has a crush on you anyway".

You sighed and said, "It wasn't planned. We had a bit of a fight that day, you once again got your way, and I was frustrated and slightly drunk when Tech asked me what was wrong"

Crosshair started pacing again, this time even more agitated than before.

"Drunk, huh? Is there something more going on between you two that I should know about?"

You frowned.

"What?" you asked sharply.

"Did you fuck him?"

You probably could have cut durasteel with your gaze as you said, "You can't be serious."

"Did you?"

"No!" you snapped angrily, "And I can't believe you would think that!"

You were incredibly angry, but you tried to stay calm, you knew that a lot of what Crosshair was saying, so thoughtlessly, stemmed from a deep insecurity inside him that he hasn't let go of yet. But he was walking a very thin line right now, and you had your tolerance level like everyone else.

He stopped pacing once again, looking at you. His expression is a mixture of anger and guilt. He knows that the comment, the question he just asked, crossed a line.

He shrugged and said, "I didn't really think you would do that."

You looked directly at him, piercingly.

"I know. You're angry, and you said it to hurt me."

Crosshair clenched his hands into fists, but then he relaxed them again and avoided your gaze.

"Maybe that's true" he admitted softly, "Hearing that you told my brother you were unhappy with me hurt me too".

"That wasn't my intention"

Crosshair let out a deep sigh, finally looking back at you, "So I'm bossy?" he asked.

"Most of the time" you said honestly, "But that doesn't always bother me either. In moments, especially when I'm overwhelmed or feeling out of my depth, I'm glad when you take the reins, it makes me feel not quite as lost"

Crosshair raised his brows in surprise. He came over to you and sat down next to you. He looked at you carefully and asked, "So this isn't just a bad thing?"

You nodded.

"Sometimes I would like to decide some things though".

Again, he sighed and said, "Like that crimson summer dress you wanted to buy on Naboo?"

You nodded again.

"Yes, for example."

Crosshair smiled barely noticeably and said, "You looked so pretty in that dress."

Questioningly, your gaze rested on his profile as he avoided looking into your eyes.

"Then why did you want me to buy the other one?"

"Because I saw Tech staring at you when you tried it on, he almost devoured you with his eyes, even Hunter was looking a little longer than usual" Crosshair grumbled softly, scuffing his foot across the floor.

"So you were jealous?"

He shrugged, but finally admitted, "Yes, I was."

Now that he thought about it, many of his decisions concerning you were made out of jealousy. Even Crosshair knew that was a problem. He looked at you meekly and said, "I've shared absolutely everything with my brothers my whole life, we've always lived together. We didn't have any privacy or a private life. And then I met you, and I know I want you just for myself. We've always bickered about things, even as cadets. I think part of me just fears that one of my brothers might lay claim. And we both know Tech would be only too happy to do that."

You smiled at him, kissed his cheek and said, "But I'm not a protein bar, I'm not a weapon, I'm not another inanimate object. I have my own mind, my own will. I only want you, Crosshair, no one else. No matter what happens around us. You are the one man in my life, the one I want to share my life with. If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't have married you."

Crosshair leaned his forehead against yours and said, "So you want a little wedding celebration?"

"That would be nice," you said with a satisfied smirk.

"Okay" he said softly, "How about you and I have a little make up sex right now, and then we discuss how we want the wedding celebration"

"That sounds excellent"

Seems like there is a smut chapter ahead...

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Warm Winter Promptlist

We're back with a new Warm Winters!

I started this series in 2019 to fight winter blues with fluff! You can find the whole Warm Winters series here!

You can find the prompts under the cut. So...

Send me a Seventeen or BTS member and 1 or 2 prompts and I will write a short, fluffy story using your prompts and your man!!

Warm winters 2023-2024

1 "Take mine, I don't need it anyway."

2 "You're cold, aren't you?"

3  "There's… only one bed."

4 "Your love will keep me warm."

5 "Those lights are beautiful there."

6 "You bought me a present? I thought we weren't gonna do presents this year."

7 "no I won't be your fake partner to your office Christmas party, don't you remember what happened last time!?"

8 "Don't lie. You hate it."

9 ""You've been laying on my arm all night and I can't feel it."

10 "Yeah so, funny story, I actually thought you would maybe give me a new years kiss? But I guess not, which is fine! Don't worry. I didn't really care anyway." 

11 "...Wow. You look like a princess."

12 "Dance with me."

13 "I… I didn't know you could play the piano."

14 "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

15 "Sing for me?"

16 "It'll be a blue Christmas without you."

17 "I miss you."

18 "All I want for Christmas is you."

19 "I really can't stay."

20 "Baby it's cold outside."

21 "That's a tad too optimistic for me."

22 "Why are you awake right now?"

23 "Wake up! Please wake up! It snowed!"

24 "Is there a reason you're blushing right now?" 

25 "Have you seen my hoodie? You know that one with the blue stripe in the… Wait, you're wearing it, aren't you?"

26 "Are we on a date right now?" "No. We're snowed in." "Ah… so it is a date then?"

27 "I'm not blushing, I'm just cold -or warm. or… whatever. But I'm not blushing."

28 "I think I'm in love with you."

29 "You want hot chocolate?"

30 "The moon sure does look beautiful tonight."

31 "All I do is drink hot drinks and say bad words."

32 "Your feet are so cold!" 

33 "I'm too sober for this."

34 "Wow! I didn't know you could sing."

35 "We'd both warm up faster if we would take off our clothes." "Fuck off."

36 "A water fight? Are you crazy? It's way too cold for that."

37 "I'm the reason you got sick in the first place. So yes, I am indeed going to take care of you."

38 "Can you put on anything other than the Spotify Christmas playlist? I'm sick of it."

39 "It's January! Why are you still listening to Mariah Carey?"

40 "So… valentines is coming up…"

41 "Santa left a lot of presents this year."

42 "Wow, I asked for you, and I actually got you. That Santa guy really is amazing."

43 "I don't want that, I just want to finish my book."

44 "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time on Christmas Eve…  but I guess you were a step ahead of me."

45 "Tell me that when you're sober."

46 "Who thought I'd find my soulmate on new years eve?"

47 "You've been giving me bedroom eyes for the last half hour."

48 "“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

49 “I didn’t get soaking wet and ice cold by walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

50 "I missed you."

51 "Are you trying to seduce me?"

52 "How can even still see out of your glasses? They're so dirty!"

53 "I always wanted a Christmas wedding."

54 "Kiss me."

55 "I'll cry." "Is that meant to be a threat?"

56 "That's starting to get on my nerves."

57 "Okay, answer me honestly. Are you, or are you not, Satan himself?"

58 "How can you not like christmas?"

59 "Will you marry me?"

60 "is... Is that a mistletoe? Now that's good timing"

61 "You should have told me sooner."

62 "That might actually be the best present I ever got."

63 "I didn't know you could play the piano."

64 "Are you seriously wearing a donkey onesie?"

65 "no I'm not drunk and yes that was a serious question!"

66 "Wait! Hold that thought! I really, really need to pee. Be right back."

67 “Are you an angel?”

68 "I hope our baby looks like you." 

69 "Don't be so gentle. You can hug me tighter y'know- I'm not going to pop or anything."

70 "I'll run you a nice, warm bath." "Excuse me? Why don't you run us a bath? I'm not gonna bathe by myself, that's boring."

71 ""Happy Valentine's Day"

72 "This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me."

73 "Who would have thought I would find my soulmate on new years eve?"

74 "Your nose is so red, you look like Rudolph. Are you sure you're okay?"

75 "Look, it's a full moon tonight."

76 "I know we're engaged but I'm so in love with you."

77 "You outshine the stars."

78 "Did you mean that romantically this whole time?"

79 "Look, The blossom is coming through already."

80 "You made it."

masterlist | warm winter masterlist

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[zorilleerrant]

Hi, just saw the word prompt thing? I don't know if you're still doing them or taking them, but if you are, would you mind something with either 25: Hair or 27: Sick with Bruce and/or Jason? Thank you so much! Love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

(absolutely still taking them! see this is the problem with reblogging everything in a row instead of in a queue because that post is like three hours old or something)

"I'm not sick," Jason says, once the coughing fit is over, trying to shove himself away from Bruce without stumbling over. If he falls while Bruce is watching, Bruce will know he's lying, and then he's done for. The thought only occurs to him when he's already leaning against Bruce's shoulder.

"I know you're not, Champ," Bruce says, and it's ridiculous hearing that tone of voice when he's full on Batman mode, the cowl on with smudges of greasepaint all across his eyelids, wrapping the cape around him like when he was small. It doesn't work. The cape back then was soft, quilted one patch at a time by Alfred's careful hand, and warm enough to keep at least the chill of Gotham's winds howling over rooftops at bay. Now it's the thinnest nanofiber metamaterial Jason's ever seen, soft as silk but not half as warm.

It's a nice night. He's only cold because he has the flu, but Jason always wears a mask, so why is that his fucking problem? Nothing's supposed to be able to get through the filters. Not even whatever has Bruce so wary, using dad voice even through his gas mask. "I'm fine. There's just a problem with the filters." Is there a problem with the filters? He was coughing earlier, and something smelled deep maroon and ominous. The people shuffling around the building - no one left inside, but not so far removed yet - are coughing, too. Speaking in strange voices, like they don't know what they're saying themselves. Their faces screw up when they try to talk.

"Jaylad? Are you with me?" Bruce says, pulling Jason's full weight against his chest, as if they're not in front of a crowd right now, cameras pointed at them from all sides. Jason barely refrains from shoving him away, feeling like a little kid trying not to get hugged at school again, and aware that most of the reason he's not pushing is that he doesn't have the energy, and he needs something to balance his weight on anyhow. "How much of that stuff did you breathe in? Here, list off your siblings, will you? I don't know who's behind this new toxin, but we'll find them."

"No one's behind it," Jason says, completely ignoring Bruce's instruction, and fuck him for trying to give it, anyway, Jason is fine. "Look around at the fucking building, B, it was a science fair. It was an accident. No one was behind - okay, actually, that's a lie, Black Mask is behind it, but it's not exactly like you can throw him off a roof over it, so." Jason can throw him off a roof. Maybe. Once he gets a good night's sleep, at least. Oh, fuck, sleep sounds good, right about now. If only Bruce would hurry up and get him to the Batmobile. Of course, if he says that, Batman's going to worry. Like an asshole.

"Black Mask?" Bruce says, in horror, finally moving them in the direction of the car, finally moving Jason out of the way of paramedics that he's absolutely certain would demand to take his temperature and then the jig would be up. "What the hell does he have to do with any of it? How long has he been running this plot?" Oh, sure, once you bring Roman up, Bruce is all invested again. Couldn't have just listened when Jason said the sprinkler systems needed to be double checked. 'Oh we just checked them last week' last week before the last villain siphoned toxins through them again, yeah. Some detective.

"Well, it's not about to help to fight crime at him, B, I assure you, all of his horrifying chemicals are perfectly legal," Jason says, climbing into the chair and reclining it so he can lie down and never get up again. He almost can't hear himself over the roar of the Batmobile's engine. "Some idiot posts a video about how you can hack the blush, soak it in alcohol and precipitate out the metallic component. You know the new bronze and silver ones? Yeah. Well, if you're not careful, you know. I was checking to see if it's made of Nth metal. Some precocious teens beat me to it, I guess."

"That can't possibly be legal," Bruce says, taking a curve a little bit slower than Jason would've expected him to, even on the drive home, even while they're having a totally civil conversation and Jason hasn't yet resorted to trying to bite him. "There are all sorts of regulations on strange metals. We voted on a referendum last week! And you're telling me he's doing this through his company? To, what, entice kids to accidentally cobble together bombs?"

"He doesn't fucking care about the kids, Bruce. I don't even know if he knows - like the advertising isn't even aiming at them, it's aiming at, fuck, celebrities and influencers and shit, he probably doesn't even know it can do this or he'd be selling the shit to Wall," Jason says, tiredly, words that would be mumbled through his hands if his helmet weren't beaming them straight to Bruce's earpiece. "He just found a way to pawn off his trash to the rest of his company, and told them to come up with profits. And they did! Like you always say, crime doesn't fucking pay, eh?"

"Okay. I very much do not want Amanda Waller to get her hands on this. You really think that's his long term plan?" Jason shuts his eyes, not that Bruce can tell under the mask. Because, like, did he fucking say that? Bruce never listens when Jason tries to explain in completely straightforward English - or any other fucking thing - what is going on in Gotham. He missed the limited edition pretzels, too. Asshole. A warm gust of wind blows across his face and Jason realizes that, at some point while he wasn't responding, Bruce pulled his helmet off. Undoing all the latches silently and everything. He's saying something soothing.

Jason ignores him. Wiggles his mouth a little; it's always easier talking when you don't have to aim directly at the mic. He's used to it enough it's reflexive by this point, but it still makes his jaw sore. "Yo, you know the mayor's get kickbacks, even the new one - I mean, I didn't ask him personally, so his kickback may be, like, his own head - there's no such thing as a regulation with no loopholes in Gotham." And then the kids try to mix it up and test out cool new properties, two projects get too close to each other, someone's baking soda volcano sets of a chain reaction or whatever happened in there. The sprinklers took a beat too long to set themselves in motion, Jason knows that part for sure.

"Jay, kiddo, you sound like you swallowed an entire sheep worth of steel wool," Bruce says, in that grudging way where he's trying to show emotion the way Leslie taught him to, but he sucks at it, because Alfie's British and never made proper expressions when he was a kid. Only the thing is he's turned the car to whisper mode and Jason can barely feel the rumble of the engines now, and Bruce's hand is stroking through his hair, and he could probably fall asleep, moving car or no. "Let's get you some of Alfred's soup."

"Yeah," Jason says, even though Bruce is right for once in his life, and Jason's voice does sound a thousand times more like sandpaper now that his voice modulator is gone. "Alfred is the one that misses me, sure thing old man." Actually, who Jason really needs to talk to is Lucius. Maybe over the phone, so as not to get him sick. Because if one thing will piss Roman off it's a fucking hostile takeover. Plus then they can hoard the metal to, whatever, build a Batspaceship or who knows what, like that part matters.

Bruce's hand stills, fingertips still cool against Jason's skull, and they just breathe like that for a few moments, in sync and slow, their heart rates slowing to rest, just the way he used to after a panic attack, even though Jason's pretty sure neither of them are panicking, unless Bruce cares a lot more than he assumed about a flu he's pretty sure he's mostly over anyway. Bruce squeezes his neck a little too hard, and hesitates before he opens the door. "Alfred does miss you."

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dialogue prompts...

1) "one of us should probably say something now." 2) "god, i'd give anything to do that again." 3) "it wasn't hard. you made it easy to fall in love." 4) "i love you so much, but we are not getting a cat." 5) "i like you. just, soooo much. really!" "uh-huh. tell me that when you're sober." 6) "claw machines are rigged, anyways." 7) "you forgot your... sonic merch? at my place." 8) "you wrote me a letter?" 9) "i would have said yes then, too, if you asked." 10) "i don't like how you make me feel." 11) "don't smile at me like that." "huh? like what?" "i dunno... like that." 12) "sure it is, babe." "..did you just- what did you just call me?"13) "are you cold?" "no, why?" "your face is really red." 14) "you'll never be too much. not for me." 15) "are you sure your parents will like me?" 16) "fucking finally." 17) "you.. look really nice." "wait, really?" "for once." 18) "so like.. what do we do now that we're stuck here?" 19) "he was just talking to me, it's no big deal. and you and i aren't even together- why do you care?" 20) "i.. think i like you?" "you think?" "there's like, a 98% chance." "good enough for me." 21) "god, why am i even with you?" "don't be silly. i'm the only person alive who can tolerate you." 22) "come on! it's only a short walk to the lake, and you don't even have to go in!" "it's literally 2 in the morning." 23) "you never loved me, did you?" "..." "it's okay. it's okay." 24) "you're a joke. a big fucking joke." 25) “ew. wait. i like you?" 26) "can we do this another time? i'm meeting with someone else." 27) "can you call me? i miss your voice." 28) "god, you're so cute." "..huh?" "did i say that out loud?" 29) "hey hotshot, the textbook is on the table, not my face. stop staring." 30) "wait. i have to work with you?"

scenario prompts...

1) falling asleep while reading the same book 2) them learning about an interest of yours just so they can talk to you about it 3) there’s only one bed BUT they’re fighting so they get to be the one to share with you 4) they’re nervous to confess so instead of saying ‘can i kiss you’ or ‘do you like me back’ they say “do you kiss me back?” 5) they get you both in detention because they were passing you notes on purpose so you miss your date with someone else 6) you sprain your ankle and they take it way too seriously 7) you lose your pet. they find it in their apartment. 8) it’s been months of dating and the both of you haven’t kissed yet. they decide it’s high time. 9) you pick the movie for a movie night, and they pretend they hate it but later become even more invested than you 10) communicating across the room with just facial expressions 11) they’re your roommate but they’re always in your room. all the time. 12) they get you a really dumb gift but it’s actually very meaningful 13) kissing to get them to stop talking 14) you give them the silent treatment for some reason and they reach a level of clingyness you didn’t think possible 15) acting like a couple for the valentine’s day discount at a restaurant 16) you ask to do their hair and the whole time they’re trying not to explode 17) they have an affinity for horrible pet names, and you very much do not. 18) random gifts or trinkets left on your nightstand 19) they do your chores for you and let you sleep in 20) everyone thinks you guys are dating— one day you both decide to play along 21) them trying to warm up your hands when it’s cold outside 22) coming home to an empty apartment after an argument 23) being invited to a party and sulking in a corner until you arrive 24) accidentally meeting their parents without them 25) getting ‘married’ in elementary school on the playground with a hershey’s kiss. reuniting by chance and getting asked out in the same fashion 26) getting stuck with a stranger to try and find some lost kid's parents 27) them knowing you're sick before you do 28) being stuck together for a project. someone accidentally locks the library doors, leaving you both trapped. 29) you bet that they won't go out on a date with you, and because they're competitive as hell, they have to do it now 30) you discover that they have an album that's just pictures of you

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