#but as someone pretty fucking broke who STILL will pay for my shit it just makes my shit boil

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last christmas | part 2

“this year, to save me from tears ; ill give it to someone special.”

❆ pairing ; strangers to ?? park gunwook x fem reader

❆ genre ; fluff, slight drama +(ft taesan/jaehyun of bnd and yunjin of lsrfm ^^)

❆ warnings ; swearing, and kinda toxic relationships

❆ wordcount ; 2.4k

❆ synopsis ; beginning your second year of college and you feel youve hit rock bottom. on your own after your ex kicked you out, and taking on a seasonal job at a christmas shop to pay off student loans? everythings gone to shit. but then, you see him for the first time. and you realize there really was a little light in the darkness — your someone special.

♡ kona speaks ! - vaguely follows the plot of the film last christmas (2 part story)

read below the cut !

you cant say you were all to proud of yourself now.

sure, you were a pretty incredible student by high school graduation, with a 3.9 gpa and all (not to mention making it to seoul national university with your beloved boyfriend).

but, that was a year ago.

who wouldve thought it was possible for your life to go so far downhill, in just a span of roughly over 12 months?

your parents had found a better job opportunity in london, but your mom wanted you and your brother to be nearby.

meaning doing so without running it by you of course, which led to her enrolling you into imperial college as a foreign transfer student.

your boyfriend was pretty upset, but nevertheless, followed you despite your best efforts telling him not to (which meant him forfeiting his scholarship at snu).

once your family first heard he would follow suit to london, they gave you an ultimatum. and stupidly, you chose love over family.

they never approved of him anyway.

it was fine for the meanwhile.

at least until you broke up, and he decided to place the blame on you.

it was your flat you bought with your own money anyway. what did he ever do for you? how dare he kick you out of your own home!

-

you watched while gyuvin pulled your luggage out the closet, pushing it towards you.

“what the hell are you doing!” you exclaimed as he began to pull your clothes off hangers and throw them towards your direction.

“helping you leave.” he muttered.

“what did i even do? you just wake up one day and decide its my fault you followed me to another continent despite me saying you shouldnt? i told you not to leave your dreams behind, and you chose to ignore me!”

“well maybe you didnt try hard enough! i just know that i dont feel the same about you now as i did then.”

“so thats it?” you scoffed. “you realize this is my apartment? i pay the rent. you just practically live here for free. you cant just kick me out of my own home!”

he only ignored you and shoved piles upon piles of clothing into 2 separate suitcases, before gently escorting you to the door.

“gyuvin. gyuv! kim gyuvin! you cant just leave me here!” you begged.

“im sorry y/n. but its over. maybe if you hadnt taken all that mattered to me we couldve worked out.” gyuvin spoke before slowly closing the door, leaving you out in the cold wearing only pajamas.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now..” you whispered to yourself, thinking of the only possible places to go.

sure your number of options was minimal, but you began with the only person you thought you could count on anyway.

“what the hell are you doing here?” taesan expressed in shock while he stared at you standing at his front door.

“need somewhere to crash.. surprise?” you shrugged jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as you and your brother werent on the brightest terms.

“goodbye y/n.” he sighed as he turned to lock you out.

“han taesan you let me in this instant! you cant just leave me to die in the middle winter!” you exclaimed, stepping through the door frame so it couldnt close.

“wheres gyuvin?” he scoffed. “i mean, youre the one who left me with mom and dad to buy a house for him anyway.”

“we broke up. blamed me and said i was the reason he lost everything in seoul or whatever. and he still kicked me out of MY home.”

taesan let out a heavy breath, looking around before pushing the door out more for you to walk through.

“..you mean it?” you pondered hesitantly.

“i suppose. i know we warned you about him and all, but youre still my baby sister.” he half heartedly grinned, pointing his head in the direction of his hallway as a gesture for you to come in.

you knew he was still mad at you despite not showing it, but knowing your brother, hes still someone who you could rely on in any situation.

“yeah. and uh- just a heads up, i still live with jaehyun and leehan, plus we dont have an extra room so.. we’ll just figure it out later.”

“thank you.”

-

a week later and you were doing better than before. though it wasnt easy to forget the incident, you still managed with the new living situation and all.

you woke up bright and early the following morning for work, ready to sell christmas ornaments for the rest of your life under your boss, huh yunjin, as you were now on break from school.

considering jaehyuns bed wasnt all too comfortable, you still slept pretty well. youre grateful he took the couch for you during that first week. ‘maybe ill get him something as a thank you.’

“what are you doing up so early?” taesan asked, holding off on the toast he was about to eat as he watched you rush downstairs.

“got work. not like dads willing to pay student loans anymore right?”

“the christmas shop, still?” jaehyun asked from his seat on the couch.”

“cant have a full time job as a full time student. it just worked out while im on christmas break.”

your brother nudged you in your stomach, motioning for you to thank his friend for his deed.

“-oh and thanks for taking the couch. i owe you. if you want food or anything ill cover the cost and pick it up in return.” you continued.

“its fine. i get it, the last few days were rough. dont worry about it.” he smiled.

-

after a quick 10ish (or so) minute walk to the street side store you worked at, you realized you were about 5 minutes past the time you were meant to clock in for your shift.

walking into the store, it was no surprise it was already crowded by 8:36am seeing as christmas was 2 weeks away now.

“y/n! y/n get over here! where is your uniform?” yunjin questioned as more of a whisper yell.

before you got the chance to reply, she quickly cut you off and said, “nevermind that. just please hurry to change and come help me with all these people!”

you wave off her dismissive behavior, and speed walk to the bathroom, making sure to pass the lockers to grab your uniform on the way.

“i forgot how itchy this was..” you grumble as you slip on the ugly elf costume yet again before leaving to the front desk.

“welcome in! please let us know if theres anything you need help with!” yunjin smiled as another person walks through the door, putting on her customer service voice.

“guess you dont need me anymore?” you asked jokingly, noticing there was no one within a 10 foot distance of the check out line.

“why must you take so long to change? i only had enough time to help half those people. the other half left after mr smith came in to return all the ornaments he broke again. he really knows how to hold up a line.” she sighed, moving in the direction of a huge box of broken material.

“you cant keep letting them return damaged product. we are losing enough money as is, santa.” you gestured to her new character change yet again as you realize where a good chunk of the budget went. “what was wrong with the reindeer costume?”

“it didnt make it clear that im the owner. the shop is called santas workshop dont you know? cant call it santas workshop if theres no santa.”

you laughed brightly at yunjin while she picked up the box to bring it to the back, just as another person walked in.

“welcome in!-” you call out, before cutting yourself off as you caught a glimpse of his face.

he was pretty gorgeous, you couldnt lie. from what you noticed, he had shortish black hair and big eyes to compliment his soft lips (not to mention his build was pretty insane too. he definitely works out).

the very same guy who caught your attention came to you shortly after, seeking some assistance on picking a gift, so you were happy to comply.

“im not sure what she’d like. its hard shopping for a 14 year old.” he said.

“what’s your relation to her? just like so i know how close you are so its easier to help.”

“my younger cousin. we arent that close, but its our first family gathering in a while and my mom wants me to get something for everyone. but shes always been.. far from an open book. so im lost”

you thought long and hard about what your cousins around that age like, before coming to a final decision.

you attempt to reach for the legos, but you almost fall over as it was just barely out of reach, sitting on one of the higher shelves.

carefully, he steadies you by holding your arm and reaches to grab the item you were aiming at.

“this?” the guy questions as he hands you the orchid lego set.

“yeah! im not sure if it suites her or anything but you cant go wrong with legos. the price isnt too bad and its suitable for anyone at any age for the most part.” you shrugged.

“that actually.. makes perfect sense. youre really good at your job, no? thank you.”

“no worries. if theres anything else i could help you with, weve got a new selection of stuffed animals your girlfriend might like.” you spoke like it was nothing, acting as if you werent just trying to get information.

“i actually.. dont..i don’t have a girlfriend.” he chuckled awkwardly as he brought up a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“oh really? im surprised someone like you doesnt have a pretty girl on your arm.” you said nonchalantly while you attempted to hide your smile (as if you were going to make a move).

“oh stop!” he waved off when you pointed out how red his ears were getting, assuming you only were trying to boast his ego (hes so unaware)((please get the hint)).

you walk back with him to the register so he could pay after realizing there wasnt much more he needed. “that’ll be 45 charged to your card.” you smiled.

“thank you, ms..?” trailing off as he notices he never actually got your name.

“han. y/n han. glad to be of assistance.”

“oh and- one more thing?”

“sure, what else?”

“what time does the store close?”

“10 at night. extended business hours every saturday.”

“surely youre joking? theres no one else here but you and the owner! thats in like 13 hours. youre working a 14 hour shift?”

“yeah but i get paid way extra so its fine, i really do need it. and yeah we are beyond understaffed but its alright.” you laugh, masking your exhaustion and dread with a bit of your lighthearted energy.

“really? i could never, must be so tiring.”

“it is, beyond imagination. but we do what we can.”

“get home safely then alright? its scary leaving that late especially considering the predators go after pretty ladies.”

“youre a tricky one arent you! how dare you mask that as an attempt to flirt.” you gasp playfully, “ill be fine, its not that far of a walk.”

“walk? youre not really walking home are you?” “well yeah, its not like i can drive when i dont have a car myself.”

“by any chance, might you need-”

“y/n! leave the poor man alone! i need you to stock the shelves in the ornaments section!” yunjin calls out from the storage room and interrupting the conversation.

“ill get to it.” you call back.

“well, i should get going then. it really was lovely meeting you.” he smiles.

“thank you, take care!” you reply, waving as he leaves.

it only hit you many hours later (quite literally an hour before you clock out) that you never got his name, and you regret it oh so much!

even yunjin felt pity for you, multitasking and listening to you ramble about the mysterious man despite all the work she had going on whilst you both sat in her office seeing as there were no customers beyond 9:30pm.

“why cant we close early if theres no one coming past a certain time? its not like anyone needs to be christmas shopping at.. 9:49 at night.”

“its just in case theres anyone who needs something, we cant miss a chance to make more money when we’re low on rent money.” she reminded.

“its only 11 minutes though.”

“and where do you have to be in 11 minutes? you live with your brother and his two roommates with no boyfriend and instead worry about a man you just met.”

“ouch, you need to go out more.”

“y/n you know i love you but i have no time for that nonsense. i need to have fun, yes, but money is essential. clubbing and drinking does not get you there, we both know that.”

-

finally, the dreaded 11 minutes were up and it was time to lock up after a crazy long shift. though, you cant say you were looking forward to walking home after standing in heels all day.

it was all most as if your prayers were answered (or just by a really strange coincidence(?)) that someone on a motorcycle stopped in front of you as you crossing the street.

“heard you needed a ride?” the guy from earlier said as he took off his helmet.

“what are you doing here? its late out.” you replied, acting calm as if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

“cant leave you to walk alone in the dark, can i, pretty lady?”

“youre smart, ill give you that.” you smile when you feel your cheeks go hot.

“ill take you home. come on.”

-

maybe it wasnt the best idea to give a stranger your address, but he seemed nice enough, and pretty trustworthy to say the least.

you sat behind him as he drove through the streets, with your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest flush against his back as you wore the helmet he let you borrow.

he was so naturally warm you felt his body heat through the sweater he wore, thankfully keeping you from being to cold.

soon enough you were home, and he was walking you up to the front door.

“thank you for today even if it wasnt all that much, i had a lot of fun. you made my work day more.. bearable.” you smiled.

“of course, you can always call if you need a ride or anything. dont want you getting sick when its storm season.” he reminded before slipping you a postcard with his number on it.

“id love to get to know you more, but i just broke up with my boyfriend last week.. give me some time?”

sure you technically were the one who found him attractive first but, you never actually thought about initiating something more.

he smiled without a second thought, nodding his head slightly. “of course, i understand. just know ill be here, waiting.”

“wait! i never got your name?”

“ill see you later y/n!” he called out as he left, driving off in the opposite direction.

you sighed and unlocked the door with the spare key leehan gave you, and notice him sitting next to jaehyun when you walked in.

“you have a boyfriend and you didnt tell me? how could you! i thought we were friends.” leehan expressed dramatically from the couch as you took off your shoes at the door.

“not a boyfriend, just a friend. why were you even- whatever. wheres taesan?”

“in the bathroom.”

“thanks. uh- jaehyun is it okay if i change in your room since i left my clothes there?”

“go ahead.” he reassured. “oh! also, by the time you come back the pizza we ordered should be here too.”

you close the door behind you and pull out the index card from earlier to save the number as a contact. however, you couldnt help but smile as you read what it said below.

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Poppins (part 5)

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc

Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.

If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.

All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.

With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.

“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.

“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.

“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.

“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.

He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”

“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.

He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”

“That bad?”

“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”

“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.

“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.

“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”

“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”

That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”

That, you hadn’t expected.

He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…

On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.

And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.

You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.

That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”

You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”

“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”

You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”

“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.

It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.

He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”

“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.

“Do you miss me?”

The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?

“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”

A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…

“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”

Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?

“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.

He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”

Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“

“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”

He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.

“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”

“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”

He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”

At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”

“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.

“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“

“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”

Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”

“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.

“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”

“Me?’

“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”

“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”

“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.

“Doesn’t what make me think?”

“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.

“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”

He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.

~

Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…

Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.

He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.

You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.

“Tell him to go.”

You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”

Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…

…and he startles awake with a curse.

~

His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.

It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.

He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.

Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.

He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?

This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.

A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.

Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.

Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.

His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.

The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.

Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —

A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.

He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.

And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.

Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.

A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”

“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”

His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”

He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”

You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.

“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”

A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.

His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”

Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.

“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.

“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”

“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”

“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”

Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.

“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”

Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”

You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.

“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’

Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.

“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.

He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.

It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.

“He says you’re in love with me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”

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[sleepynxri]

“In hindsight, I should have looked at the instructions"

A/N: THE DEMO IS FINALLY OUT OMG!! Congrats to the devs and the whole team for releasing the demo!! I love it so much to the point I think I'm the first one to make an x reader of it lol. But I chose my favorite (for now)Vince!! And a certain person might like it as much as I do hehe. I might not get his full personality right since it is still the demo and the characters might change their personalities depending the route you pick on the official release, but do enjoy everyone! And requests will be open until further notice. And of course spoilers for the demo!!

P. S. The reader is demisexual! If you don't know what it is it means a person who feels sexually attracted to someone after creating a close bond with them! It made sense to me since in the demo the mc was a bit rude and judgemental in their thoughts regarding their interactions with the different love interests. But hey! If you don't like it then just ignore this part! Enjoy it however you like hatchlings!

Pairing: Vince Matador x gn! reader

Warnings: curses, no use of Y/N only You/I

What did I get myself into?

A sigh of exhaustion released itself from your mouth as you headed out from the diner where you now currently work at.

Who knew that you had to use the first few weeks of your summer in an unknown town after your car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere?

Fuck Fate and itself.

You started on walking around the streets of the said town, it was interesting to say the least. Almost everyone in this vicinity at least knew each other if they were a neighbour or a regular. You felt out of place whenever someone pointed out or asked if you were new around.

The only thing that wavered your mind was the interaction inside Cup o Jo Mama. The new part-time job you’ll be doing until you’re able to pay for both the hostel you were staying in and the repairs of your broken down car. (Srsly how did I should have checked it out before going on a long ass fucking road trip??)

Chris was quite a timid character to have as a co-worker, but I am quite the observing person to see how he changes personalities so directly. It concerns me sometimes but it wasn't my business to get into anyone’s personal lives.

And that Wyatt fellow…. Can’t say that the headlines were wrong about his looks. He was attractive, but his personality is that of a stereotypical rich people lifestyle. It's best to not not meddle myself into his work and business, if he was staying in Brine Bay in the meantime.

Placing your headphones over your ears, you started to tune out the noises, you needed some alone time after all the shit that just happened. Familiarising your steps to avoid on getting lost - (Fuck you btw Dante) again.

Clicking your tongue slightly in annoyance after remembering a certain front desk employee who didn't tell you the actual direction towards the diner you were supposed to go in.

Without you knowing, a familiar sheriff and an unknown male suddenly were seen in the corner of your eyes. Jean looked optimistic as ever, but to your surprise- he was with someone else who looked like the opposite of him.

Why not see what they’re up to?

So… . The guy’s name is Vince. Jean momentarily left you both together to help with the white haired males socialising skills. You didn't mind, but you did feel guilty for forcing him to be with you. So you thanked him for staying with you.

You didn't expect the male to give you a half- smile. It almost caught you off guard. It was so pretty…

You shook your thoughts away and gave your own warm smile. Vince was a nice fellow, since he didn't know what to show you, you suggested that he showed the areas where he likes to stay at. You bonded with him with his different favorite places in Brine Bay. You were touched on how he could trust you to these places. You knew it held something for him to show you these areas.

Then you met Kevin….

You almost laughed loudly after hearing the nickname Vince gave him.

A fucking highlighter? You didn't think the male held so much humor. (Or your humor is just broken)

Kevin was a nice fellow. A bit flirty (then again who isn't? Almost everyone - not Dante- has started flirting with you before you could even muster a response to any of their introductions) but a passionate theatre kid.

‘pre’?? Is that a word or a different language? You’ll probably ask the next time you interact with him.

After saying goodbye to the green haired male. You and Vince were left alone together again. You pointed out how it was getting late so you and him started your way back to your hostel.

“Are you enjoying yourself? “ You paused after hearing Vince’s words. You… didn't expect someone would ask this question towards you. I mean it is technically your first day here after all.

You can feel the stare of Vince from the corner of your face as you racked up an answer for him.

“I… . Can't say much. My car broke down, Jean found me, he drove me here, I met a lot of people, found a part time job… . It's overwhelming to say the least” a flash of worry crossed the eyes of Vince as he tried to find the right words to reply.

But you beat him to it.

" But… I am enjoying it. I never expected to have an adventure while on summer break. It's new…. But not unwelcoming" a chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the sky growing darker.

“That's… . Good to hear” Vince relaxed his shoulders with another pretty smile he has. Your heart flutters after seeing it again. This was the second time you’ve seen it but you already knew you’ll always remember that smile he has.

Exchanging numbers with him was… eventful. It was cute to see him flustered while nervously asking if you wanted his contact number (who wouldn't accept his advances?)

You knew you had to take your chances and placed “Vimpire" as the contact name for Vince. (He’ll probably be disappointed but who’s to say he’ll just chuckle after you have him a silly nickname)

You told him your farewells and headed back to your temporary room. Doing your nightly routine and wearing your night wear.

You decided to call someone before heading off to sleep. The first person that popped up from the idea was Vince.

“Ah.. who is it?"

“You forgot about me already?" You teased slightly with a small chuckle as you looked outside the windows while watching the luminescent sky radiating from them.

“It's you… . I-i didn't expect that you would be calling me already” you wanted to tease him more but you asked him first if he arrived home already. He was still walking from home and you both decided to stay in the call for a while.

“Can I ask… why the sudden call? “

Fuck it.

" Is it bad that I wanted to hear your voice before I head to sleep? “

A pause could be heard from the other line. You grew worried when the call suddenly hung up and you panicked. You tried texting him but he suddenly beat you to it with a call.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I panicked!" A rush of apologies came after you answered the call. It was a relief to hear that you weren't stepping over boundaries and you asked him if everything was alright.

He reassured you, telling you that he just took time to process on what you said before. You couldn't see it but he was smiling on the other side of the phone (if Jean saw this he would be supportive yet teasing the poor boy).

“Hey uhm… if you have time after your shift ends… I could show you more around town? “

You were shocked again after hearing his words. This is the second time you got shocked by this man alone. You wonder what he got plans for you next.

" I would like that” you smiled warmly from the invitation. As you both continued chatting until you both shared your farewells.

You yawned and stretched your body and headed off to sleep.

You hope you can see Vince’s smiling face again.

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

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[chemicallady]

I'd like to say something at this point.

I'm reading here and there that some of you are changing their vision about Noah or reaching the point to ask yourself if you still want to be a supporter of him because of what that blog said about him.

I believe that what happened between Noah and this person is probably true, I don't have any reason to doubt about her. But.

As we say in Italy, you can't fully believe to a story if you ear just one-side bell. Noah doesn't have the chance to tell his side of the story because he has better things to do than care about gossip. More than that, it's a human being. We have to look at the big picture. I don't want to defend him at all costs, I actually really don't care because untill he will be a decent person in public (not saying bullshit like Ronnie, for instance) and continue to be polite to his supporters, we are cool. I think I'm far older than more than half of the rest of this (sometimes really bad) fandom because I was a teen in the years of the emo wave. You maybe don't know about the Used, early MCR, Radke himself, Oli Sykes before Sempieternal...

They were drugs addicted. Always drunks as skunks. Pissing on people, throwing mic stands in the pit, get FULLY NAKED on stage (I'll never forgot about this, Quinn Allman). They did some awful shit in front of they supporters and to their supporters. Things that nowadays would get them canceled. You have no idea (maybe, or maybe you have) of what was Warped Tour 2005. Or maybe it was 2004? I can't recall.

Bad Omens are TODDLERS compared to this people. Innocent, pure babies. They are nice, extrovert maybe but nice. No one can deny that. They dont do drugs, they dont get drunk on stage or fuck around this supporters. They have an healthy routine in tour, they are teaching people to not fucking fight, they don't fuel fights! Its NORMAL in metal to have a couple of injuries at concerts. Collateral damages. I was nine at my second concert and I saw Slipknot. One dude broke his nose in the pit. Blood everywhere.

It's not a fucking Hannah Montana show. Those dudes are suppose to be badass. Noah is not pretending to be someone else or faking a new personality. He is doing is job and he is delivering pretty good shows. In no time he will grab his crotch around moaning like Oli, give him fucking space to express himself and be feral. Like any other metal artist.

Another thing.

Bad Omens vip experience is not expensive. I don't have interest in buy vip pass for 30 second of nothing, I'd rather wait after the gig is over. I met so many artists this way and usually they are more appreciable if they don't have to move to the next city. BUT the costs is not that high. I bought vip pass for LP once and I had to work 3 months to save enough for it. And I was still living at my parents'!

The merch is high quality, they make new pieces every time.... that's their way to get real cash guys. During a tour you have to pay tons of shit: the venue, flights, hotels, your crew. And you pay in advance most of the time. I don't think they are rich bitches rn. They are doing fine probably but still many of them lives with friends. Having flatmates is many time a signal that you can't afford Ronnie Radke house in Paradise Palisades.

I heard that they weren't really nice during the set in Canada. Maybe Montreal or Toronto. Someone felt bad, someone dropped a surfer I don't know. I didn't follow this I here for dirty smutty ff. If I want to see them play I have tiktok. By the way you have to know that most of the time you can't see shit from stage. Because you have lights in your face pointing your eyes. So probably noah just say a crow surfer falling and thought 'here we go again, this people has no fucking etiquette', and he left the stage. Or maybe who owned the venue asked them to do so in case of emergency.

BTW there is no fucking etiquette at their concerts. I stand with him if he's pissed off about that. It's not that hard to understand that you have to stay at the sides if you're not used to metal shows or you don't want to be pushed. Other people is ruining your experience or maybe its simply not for you. I grew up in the moshpit and that's how we like our shit. We have no time for filming or make tiktoks, we live the moment (we, people who like metal music, I'm not gatekeeping. If you wanna learn how to survive the pit and enjoy the experience just message me.)

So, to sum up.

My point is that every one of us has that friend that was a dick with one or more girls we still love him because we know that he's a weirdo an not a bad person.

My advice is stop being obsessed with Noah and just enjoy his work. You dont know him, you cant tell. Don't believe everything, stories are getting bigger and bigger everytime their are told, and think about the fact that straight guys are mostly jerks. They take more time to mature and act like adults. We know that Noah is in therapy now, he open up about it, so he is aware that he is not perfect.

BECAUSE HE IS NOT. HE IS A HUMAN BEING AND HUMANS MAKE MISTAKES.

That's it.

I don't want to fuel fights as well but please stop being ridiculous and acting like he is insulting you personally. It's fine to be delululu but your pushing the limits.

Peace and love.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #metal show #mosh pit

[anony-mouse-writer]

Okay okay okay. This is literally gonna chew on my brain, so.

Here I list the tenets that guide the blooded sword:

I. May all that you face have a fighting chance. Any sword raised to the innocent or unarmed in cruelty is blackened by its shame.

[If he won’t move, move him. This must be done.]

[He could shove Tanguish back against the wall, stun him with the blow, and his sword would be in his hands before Tanguish knew what happened.

II. May your wrath be stoked only by the Saint's wrath, tempered by the Saint's fire, and quenched by the Saint's blood. A fool are they who, gifted the Saint's power, use it in wrath or malice alone.

His body still shook like the innervated sparks of a kicked campfire, but the parts of him that mattered, that controlled his voice and his will, felt so near to nothing it was startling. Transcendent. There was just a simple surety: he was going to make Wels pay for this.

[Do something.]

III. May you meet every adversary with honor, nor despise them for their challenge. May every battle prove your glory, and every accepted challenge prove their equal.

“He’ll make you kneel like that t-too and he’ll kill you, and you won’t be able to do anything to stop him!”

“Then I won’t give him the chance to command me.”

IV. May you be steadfast and know no retreat, for the back turned is once wounded and twice deserving. May every wound won show no proof of running.

V. May you meet every obstacle with courage, for just as all that emits light must endure burning, all the courageous must make a brother of their fears.

Helsknight felt his breath begin to heave, the silent determination of his wrath giving way to something nastier and more desperate.

VI. May your word be law, as binding as chains, and as chains may it drown you when bound in deceit.

“I didn’t promise that.”

“You did!”

…

“Then it's a promise I’m breaking.”

VII. May you seek the counsel of your elders, those more versed in the order and its ways, and respect their word once given, for their communion with the Saint is long, and their wisdom earned.

VIII. May you persevere to the end of any enterprise begun, for the folly is theirs that, through unfinished business, never gain wisdom from deeds done.

“You said we were in this together,” Tanguish said quickly. “Keep your promise and stay.”

IX. May you respect the honor of your fellow helsmet, that none may know you cruel or slave to vice. For no creature, be they sibling of order or beggar or king, is ever deserving of dishonor or pain.

Tanguish was so small, and so fragile. And he was so scared of pain, maybe all he really needed to do was turn around and grab the knife off the table, and then Tanguish would run.]

X. May you treat all siblings of sword and order as your own, held accountable as you would so hold yourself. A villain are they that stray from their tenets, and a villain they that allow it.

- Redstone and Skulk, @silverskye13

…

okay, so now that we’ve gone through all the ways Helsknight broke his tenets this chapter, lets talk about the WoG confirmation that the red text is the will of the his Saint and his accusation that Tanguish is twisting his tenets.

…… yeah I mean, he kind is. He’s admitted to it in the past too.

Like, obviously I am deeply unwell about this series in general, but Helsknight’s devotion to his Saint is so fucking fascinating to me personally. Holding to a code no one else has to is hard as shit and the Saint’s code is pretty vicious. But part of the code also addresses getting help from others and I don’t even know if there are others of the order?

BUT what there are others of, is the champions of the arena. And Helsknight has been forgoing their help for a while and the Hand calls him out on it. Helsknight just now realizing that he doesn’t have a lot of things grounding himself to him instead of Wels (and self-admittedly ignoring several of those things of late) isn’t healthy and he needs to reach out and he needs someone to hold him accountable, either to his tenets or whatever internal logic he decides to replace them with, and I don’t think it can be Tanguish, because I love him, but he’s absolutely a manipulative little shit who will use Helsknight’s code to his advantage in tense situations.

Hels doesn’t get much in the way of happy endings and I’m not entirely convinced that the ideal scenario for Helsknight to follow his tenets to the letter at this moment would be to muster up his allies and a battle plan and then march on hermitcraft to duel Wels or something. Which would be lowkey highkey horrible for everyone involved, not gonna lie. But I also have to wonder reallly strongly about how the red text of the Saint’s will directly violated several of the tenets and what that means for Helsknight going forward.

#rns #no dont mind me its fine im fine #*kicks personal baggage and investment under the bench* #this is a very fine and reasonable analysis #and not at all just me purging the screaming from my head #mcyt #helsknight #the saint of blood and steel #op

[zoe-is-amazingg]

Could I request maybe Steve or Billy or JJ (I’m so sorry I’m so indecisive) where you’re at a party and a guy is being strange and invading personal bubble and Steve/Billy/JJ (whichever) steps in and is like jealous but justifiably and is just protective or however you think they’d react?

I’m so sorry and I hope this is okay, this is my first time requesting something and I feel like I’m about to sweat from stress and nerves

Too Close For My Liking Man

JJ Maybank X F!Cameron!Reader

W/C - 1.0K

Summary - Some guy is invading your space and JJ doesn't approve.

Warnings - Angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol use and alcohol + drug mention and that's abt it i think!

You toss around in your bed sheets as you hear booming music over the speakers Rafe set up in the house. Fuck him. You had a test at school tomorrow and you did not need this. Rafe didn't understand, he fails school and Dad still pays him money for motorbike fuel and crack. You fail and he'll disown you. Rafe was so privileged, and you hated it with every bone in your body.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you sigh and turn it on.

Sare-Bear 🐻

Babes, you need to come down here rn. Rafe is going to kill you.

Why?

Your little crush arrived.

Shit. Read 11:23 am

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You put a proper tight dress that you had for any occasion, you weren't about to show up in a baggy T-shirt and worn-out jeans. 'Your little crush arrived.' She meant JJ, a pouge. She was right, Rafe will kill you. As long as you reach JJ before he does. You put on heels and walk out of your room and down the stairs.

"Hey! Hey! Y/N! I was hoping to see you here!" JJ exclaims as he brushes your shoulder with his fingertips. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" You half yell, you grab his wrist and lead him into your bedroom.

"We're already in your room princess? I thought you would've had some drinks first before we got in this position." He smirks. You shake your head and try to not say something back like you usually would. He looks at your bookshelf and scans the books with his fingers. "Answer the question." You mutter out.

"Uh, I'm here because the pouge were having drinks at the chateau, right? Anyway, Kie and Pope went somewhere and John B, I don't even fucking know, but I turned on the TV and started thinking about us!" He explains and you tilt your head ever so slightly at him. "In what way?"

"Well, we flirt, all the fucking time right, so what if we were more." He asks, taking a step closer to you, you were still at the door, fingers crossed no one will come in and ask why you had a man-whore of a pouge in your room. "Uh, two things, one, my dad will kill me, two, Rafe would kill both of us."

"But I just think that you're so pretty and th-""Look, JJ, I really am flattered, but we will never work, you're a pouge, I'm a kook and my parents and sibling will kill my ass." You interrupt him and he nods. He looks so sad; you would do anything just to make this moment never exist. Fuck the test tomorrow you just broke a friendship with someone who meant some much to you and as what he is saying to you makes so much sense to your heart it doesn't as much to your brain.

He steps closer to you and places a kiss on your lips so softly and breaks the kiss. You really wanted more, but you wanted alcohol more now. "Bye, Y/N." JJ mumbles as he leaves. Shit. Shit. Shit. You wish with everything that you could retake those words and never of said them in the first place. You wish that you let him finish his goddamned sentence.

You slowly walk out of your room and down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and find a bottle of Malibu and slowly pour out shots for yourself until a guy comes around and slowly starts making small talk with you. "So, what are you doing all alone?" He asks you.

"I actually live here for your information." You slur. He smirks at your remarks and cups your elbow. He tries to pull you in, but you push away. "Have you had one to many, princess? I didn't know you lived here." You sigh and push off the counter and try to go to the bathroom, but he stops you and holds your waist.

As soon as he said princess, that's when you wanted nothing to do with him. It reminded you too much of the friend you just lost about thirty minutes prior to when he came around. Fuck, you really couldn't get out of talking to him, could you?

"So, are you dating someone? Or are you mine for the taking?" The guy asks and you nod your head. He was holding your waist hard, too hard. You wanted to disappear and never see him again, but as soon as you try pull away, his grasp on you grows stronger.

"I'm-""Taken. By me, so please, step away, you're standing too close for my liking man." You hear JJ say, the look on the creeps' face as he backs away from you and JJ takes you to your own bedroom. You hug him as soon as the door closes and your press a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done without you." You whisper in his ear. As soon as you back away, your eyes go to his lips and his hands slither around your waist. Your lips hover inches away from each other's as you decide to break the gap and kiss him. Your arms twine around his neck and you giggle as you both break the kiss.

"I think we might just make it after all." You smile

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N - Please request things if you want! I have a couple that I am working on but here is the people that I write for ***

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@idky5

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[centralperkchenford]

Not sure if you’ve ever written anything like this, but can you write a snippet about Tim reacting to the fact that Lucy and John used to hook up?

I hope you like this! 💖

Not sure if you’ve ever written anything like this, but can you write a snippet about Tim reacting to the fact that Lucy and John used to hook up?

It's always been you

“Timmmmm.” Lucy says loudly and then she giggles. “Timmmm guess what?” Tim turns to look at his girlfriend who is leaning on a table, he’s pretty sure it’s to hold herself up because she can’t not stand on her two feet right now. He’s not sure why they decided to come out on a random Tuesday night other than the fact that Bailey invited them and Lucy wanted to spend more time with their couple friends. Tim was perfectly happy spending time with Lucy at home, wrapped up in her on the couch but this was one time and it’s not like anything bad was going to happen.

“What baby?” He asks and puts his hand on her hip to steady her when she sways a little.

Lucy looks at him and her eyes are glazed over but sparkling as she leans up to press her lips to his ear.

“You have to guess baby.” She says slyly and then pulls back and pokes his chest hard. “Guess.” Tim gives a confused look which only makes her pout more.

“Please guess.” She begs him. Tim looks around and sees Bailey in the booth smiling in amusement. Nolan is somewhere in the bar, bathroom maybe Tim wasn’t really paying attention.

“I don’t know baby.” He says as he pulls her closer to him. His hand on her lower back. “You have to give me a hint.”

“Did you know I love you?” She asks. He smiles at her, his thumb making circles on her back. He did know that.

“I know you do.” He says softly. “I love you too Luce.”

She bounces on her toes. “I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you. Not my cheating ex, Emmett or Chris.” She pauses briefly her nose scrunched up in that adorable way Tim loves. “Or Nolan.”

Tim freezes as he looks at her but she’s staring intently at him not realizing what she just said. “What do you mean not Nolan?” Tim asks her.

“We used to date and I thought— well it doesn’t matter we broke up.” She says. “And now I’m dating you!” She gives him a brief kiss and skips over to sit by Bailey who looks more amused than anything.

Tim is frozen in his place as he tries to get the image of Lucy and Nolan out of his mind. He blinks a couple of times and then someone comes up next to him and when he turns to see who it is he takes a giant step back.

Nolan.

Fuck.

He’s going to kill him.

***

Nolan shifts uncomfortably in his seat as Tim glares at him. Lucy is tucked into his side and is chatting happily with Bailey. And it’s been like that for the last fifteen minutes, Tim hasn’t taken his eyes off of Nolan since they both sat down. And it’s not just a glare, it’s a full on I’m going to kill you glare.

Nolan usually isn’t good with reading people but Tim Bradford looks like he’s going to come to his house and strangle him.

Bailey is just laughing along with Lucy and not noticing he’s about to.. well die.

It’s not like he’s close to Tim, he had to hear Lucy complain about him and he’s worked with him a few times but.. Tim is a sergeant and he’s also a fierce protector of Lucy and her boyfriend. But Tim never really has had a problem with Nolan but now…

Nolan nudges Bailey who looks over at him curiously, he leans over to whisper in her ear. “Why does Tim look like he wants to kill me?” He asks quietly and to his dismay Bailey bursts out laughing causing Lucy to look over at them. Tim still has his eyes on Nolan.

Nolan looks at them all confused and Bailey grins at him. “Lucy let out a little secret.” She says. Nolan’s heart sinks a little because she wouldn’t but she was drunk and…

“He knows I dated Lucy.” Nolan deadpans and Bailey nods. Nolan sinks further into the seat with Tim’s eyes still on him.

Well shit.

***

Tim holds Lucy’s hand as they walk inside the house, she’s still a little drunk but she can at least walk on her feet without falling. Tim is quiet as he watches her walk inside and turn on the lights of the foyer.

“Do you need anything?” He asks and he hates how clipped his voice sounds. She nods and pulls him close and gives him a kiss.

“I love you.” She says and she sounds sleepy as she looks at him. He can’t help but smile a little bit and he kisses the top of her head.

“I love you too baby. Now let’s get to bed.” He leads her to the bedroom and she strips down while he goes to get some water and pain medication. She probably won’t remember her confession in the morning and Tim wishes he was her so he could forget it too. Why Nolan? What happened between them? How did he not see it?

Lucy lies down in bed and pats Tim’s spot next to her, “I need cuddles.” She says and Tim sighs and climbs into bed wrapping himself around her. He kisses her shoulder softly and hears her sigh and her breathing even out.

He would ask in the morning: why Nolan?

And maybe he wouldn’t have such a urge to kill him.

Tim wakes up to Lucy’s head on his chest and he has to blink a few times before he realizes she’s staring up at him.

“Good morning.” He says. She mumbles something into his skin before rolling off. “How do you feel?”

“Like a truck hit me.” She says. “Why did we go out on a Tuesday?” Tim laughs and kisses her temple before he’s running his fingers through her hair.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” He asks. She shakes her head, and turns to face him her fingers crawling up his chest.

“No.” She says “Why?”

Tim sighs and looks at her. “You told me a secret.” He says. Lucy furrows her brows at him.

“We don’t have a secrets.” She says. Tim can’t help but laugh a little.

“Well this one was in the Lucy vault.” He says. Lucy makes a face at him.

“What are you…”

“You told me you dated Nolan.” He says. Lucy freezes her eyes going wide and her face turning red.

“Oh god. Tim.. I didn’t..” She starts. “I’m sorry. Is that why Nolan was acting weird?” Tim shrugs and Lucy groans burying her face into his chest.

“Baby, please don’t kill him. It was a long time ago, and he and I are better as friends.” She says.

“I’m not going to…” He stops when Lucy gives him a pointed look. “Why Nolan?”

“We were friends and I thought we… I liked him okay.” She says. “But it was over before it started Tim. We were never going to work.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. Lucy sighs and kisses just above his heart.

“We weren’t as close back then Tim. You were my TO. And you probably would have disapproved.”

“Well I mean.. you deserved better than Nolan.” He says. “I mean he’s fine…but.” Lucy laughs and kisses him.

“It was along time ago Tim. He’s my friend now and that’s it.” She says.

Tim sighs and rests his chin on the top of her head. “Okay.” He says. “Can I still give him a hard time? I love how freaked out he gets.”

Lucy laughs and pokes him. “Fine but don’t scare him.”

***

Nolan sighs loudly as Tim stalks towards him. He’s been successfully avoiding him all day and he’s been proud of himself.

Until now..

“Nolan!” He barks and Nolan sighs and then he spots Lucy across the station with smile on her face.

“Sir.” Nolan says nervously. Tim approaches him and Nolan looks over his shoulder to see Lucy shaking her head.

“Nolan.” Tim deadpans. Nolan grimaces a little at his tone.

“Sir.” Nolan starts. “I’m sorry. It was a long time ago okay? I mean we dated and slept together and—”

He stops when he sees Tim’s face twist up. “Nolan just shut up.” Says Lucy coming up next to Tim. She pokes Tim’s shoulder hard, “And you need to stop torturing him.”

Tim rolls his eyes at her. Nolan looks between them, they both are looking at each other with soft smiles and Nolan can’t help but smile.

He’s glad that Lucy found someone who made her happy, they didn’t work out and that was okay because he was happy now with Bailey. And she was happy and he knew this was the way it was suppose to be.

“So Sergeant Bradford.” Says Nolan feeling brave. Tim looks away from Lucy to Nolan his eyebrows raised.

“Would you have still killed me if you had known back then?” Nolan asks.

Tim stares at him, his face twisting up again and Lucy tugs on him to start walking away. “Yes.” Tim says. “I would have and I may still kill you one of these days.”

Nolan sighs. Yeah he probably deserved that.

***

“Hey Tim?” Tim looks over to see Lucy peering at him intently from across the counter. She’s leaning on it with her elbows.

“Yeah?” He pauses what he’s doing to lean forward to meet her in the middle.

Lucy smiles at him. “It’s always been you.”

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #lucy x tim

[darlin-collins]

Red paint

We've been talking about parents darlin anf sam and here's my take on it

Sheeesh it's been a year since I've written a redacted fic, tell you what you think (good, bad, advice, ANYTHING, i wanna learn how to write)

Notes: sam&darlin / a little girl oc/some blood and injuries are mentioned, nothing major, just what we had on the second sam audio, hiding an injury, dark past, dead parents, a lil bit traumatized child, fluffy angst if you will, slightly edited and read before being posted, soo yeah, no beta we die like the girls parents

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They opened the apartment's door as quietly as possible for someone in their state, a hand pressed to their side,having limped their way up stairs, and vision blurry from blood loss

They tip-toed to the couch and sat there, breaths leaving their lungs in quiet pants and sighs as the tension built in their legs was somewhat relived and for a moment, and they were tempted to just close their eyes... Only to open them again, wide, as the realization doomed on them, they're currently bleeding,, if they do fall asleep they might not wake up once again, and as much as the idea appealed to them they can't leave, not yet, not if Quinn is still out there, not with the the child sleeping in their room, oblivious to what's happening around her..

With a curse they sat up, reached their phone from their pocket, the screen broke, again, Lily will be mad that her little art pieces won't look good anymore, they need to fix it tomorrow if they wanted to avoid her lecture about being careful with a phone and paying attention when its in their hand

They chuckled at the thought, if only she knew why their screen is always broken like this

With blurred eyes they barely managed to hit the contacts bottom, so they just called most recent number in the list, it's not david, it's certainly not another pack member,so who can it be-Oh.. It's the cowboy from the other night

They sucked in a breath "hey cowboy" damn it hurts to talk, but they kept their voice low

They heard him chuckle on the other side "it's Sam"

"it's whatever" they joked, " ya know any private healers, ones that keep their mouth shut?" they hoped that their words weren't as slurred as they think "why? Are you alright?" he asked "yeah I'm ok, i just got in some fight,pretty banged up though " they whispered "what- well how bad is it, are you alright?? " his voiced raised a little, filled with worry "shhh keep you voice down, i said I'm fine, it just needs a patch job" they answered, covering the bottom of their phone to make less sound "why haven't you gone to a healer yet?" his voice came out muffled, well shit... "they'll ask questions! "

"They'll ask questions!?" he echoed in disbelief, huffed "when the do just tell them to shut up and heal you" his voice was only getting higher "hushhh! " they said, again "keep it low!" "Where are you?" he asked "my place? " it was an answer, but it sounded more like a question "no like- address?" he corrected "the heck you wanna know my address for?" they censored the word "hell" mostly out of habit now "because I'm not having you bleeding out on my conscious when i can do something about it", what?

"now address " "wha-" they started to ask "-address. " he ordered again, they sighed and gave him the address "I'm coming over" what!? What!!??

"wait no-" the line hang up

Well fuck

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He barely got to knock on the apartment's door when it swung open, the wolf appeared, behind it "you look rough" he commented, they leaned away from the door opening it wider so he can enter "just keep it down" they whispered, going back to the couch and sat there, head falling into it, sharp eyes still monitoring his every move, he sat besides them "can i touch? " he asked gently, voice low, they blinked, surprised, and his heart ached at the thought of them never been asked something like that, and once more his gaze trailed down the lines of scars that littered their skin, now covered in blood, and it confirmed his theory "so?" he mumbled again, they unfreezed and nodded, whispering something about him being here to heal them and still asking.

A while into the healing he noticed that the wolf is trying to keep themselves quiet, and whenever his voice would get higher, they tell him to keep it down, and he worried if they had a head injury,

"did you take any hits to the head? " he whispered, "no, why? " they asked him back "well you've been keeping yourself and me quiet, i suspected that your head hurts from noise" he reasoned "no i didn't hit my head, it's... Complicated " they said

They sat in comfortable science after he was done with healing them, that is until he heard a door open, the wolf looked at him, wide eyes, and mouthed "hide" as they stood up

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Tank stood up and went to the back of the couch, making it seem they're just leaning on it, giving speace to the vamp in their living room on the couch to lay on it and be out of sight.

"hey Lily" they smiled as the little girl appeared out of their room

"tank! You're home" she said happily "what where you doing? Why is your clothes all red"

"i was painting using red paint" they lied

"really?! Can i see it" The girl asked

"sure, little radiostar"

Lily is a 10 years old child of two, sonal energetics that died at the hands of quinn before tank met him,he lied to them and told them he saved her when he found her parents dead, she lived with him for a while, him wanting to make her like him, before he and tank fought and he fled and left her behind they had to break into his place so they could take her, but to avoid the pack knowing all of this they didn't tell the department about her, which left them no choice but to take care of her and not traumatize her, not anymore than what quinn did already, she probably woke up from a nightmare and came looking for them.

They croushed under the couch and pulled out a painting, it had red paint on it in different shades and shapes

They tried to be quiet when they strained one of the freshly healed wounds on their body, they stood up and showed it to her

"wow! it's so beautiful!" her eyes shined and sparkled and they wished they weren't laying to her again "i want to help you finish it!"

"yeah? Well i was already planning on coming over and finishing it tomorrow, so how about you go back to the room till i shower and join you? And we'll deal with it in the morning? " they sing-sang to her "ok!" she jumped, turned around and close the door behind her again

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Sam listened in shock and awe to the wolf and the a little girl talking, how they laughed, how they almost were happier because she was around, and then the girl went back to the room, and they turned to look at him over the couch.

They mumbled a thank you let him go on his way

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"So yeah that's what actually happened" tank looked a their 15 year old teen that glared at them, she's taking to call sam dad, which made them go nuts because "you know him for 5 years! You've known me for 11! Why does he get to be called dad and im just 'tank'??" as they put it

"red paint my ass" Lily rollled her eyes

"well it's your fault you thought i was capable of doing any type of art" they responded "expect martial art of course" they added

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Please if you're one of the 6 people that saw this when i saved my draft and it got posted pretend you didn't:)

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #redacted asmr sam #redacted asmr darlin

[somethingoriginal127]

i want to have a rant about the most unimportant thing in the world (this is going to be kind long so do what you will.)

what is with that trend that was happening where everyone started pretending we misinterpreted television show characters when really you just refuse to say you like a problematic character/ship??

i since her debut have LOVED sharpay evans to the moon and back. she’s pretty, she’s flashy, she’s fun, she is the drama. however, you are not going to convince me gabriella was the true villain of hsm and not her. like genuinely what are you people talking about she tried to steal troy for shits and giggles and was literally just jealous of gabriella because she didn’t try and still got picked. just because you feel bad for sharpay doesn’t mean she didn’t treat gabriella like shit unprovoked hello?? you’re still allowed to say you liked her?😭it’s not that serious.

NEXT idgaf how toxic they may have been down the line whatever you did not like dean and alex more than mason and alex. you. are. a. liar. dean was NOT better boyfriend. everytime i see someone say mason was so incredibly toxic and she should’ve just stayed with dean 4 of my brain cells shrivel up and die. (couldn’t even find a dean gif bc that’s how little he spoke to alex)

mason acted a fool TWICE in that relationship and they dated a long ass time and i know you don’t remember why her and dean broke up, let me spread the news: HE PAYED NO ATTENTION TO HER THEY WERE BARELY DATING😭

he treated her like a homie, didn’t prioritize her and they basically .. weren’t a couple. do you know who can relate to that? IDK BUT ITS NOT MASON GREYBACK🙄

how are you guys forgetting that the cuntiest disney protagonist who has never demanded anything less than princess treatment since her debut had a boyfriend who couldn’t deliver broke up with him immediately and made the next bf obsessed. put some respect on her name ?? it’s her whole brand ?? alex only hangs out w mfs who will wait on her hand and foot and reinforce her selfish behavior! duh! (she’s my favorite disney channel character of all time btw like raised me from the ground up)

now he (mason) did fuck up with the juliet thing (but that was like kind of a supernatural reflex thing) and being a flake in the end when he was mad at alex but i’m sorry dean was not even almost a better boyfriend than him. the only reason you’ve deluded yourself into thinking so is because someone on the internet said so and because you can’t remember a single dean and alex fight (the reason you can’t is because they didn’t talk to each other)

next : beck was not more toxic jade sorry idgaf. he was slightly too friendly with other girls but i would be too if my girlfriend made me that miserable like she was so so so evil to him all the time.

tori also did not have jade’s bullying coming jade like always was mean to her unprovoked. you can’t change the narrative just because you hate tori and love jade?

doesn’t matter to me though i loved beck and jade even though they were toxic. 8 year old me thought they were so entertaining.

^i thought this was peak romance idk

those are my hot takes that weren’t considered hot takes a decade ago. ty for reading if you did so. <3

#victorious #beck and jade #jade west #beck oliver #tori vega #alex russo #wowp #wizards of waverly place #mason greyback #mason and alex #alex and mason #disney channel #nickelodeon #hot takes #sharpay evans #hsm #high school musical #gabriella montez #i saw so many #SO many #tiktoks #about these opinions #like sorry you’re wrong

[jojotier]

thinking Extremely Hard about a Mamma Mia!-stuck au like:

- Dave originally being a director and having essentially raised Dirk but without the water apocalypse his midlife crisis hits Hard, so he gives away most of the money, buys an island, and creates a lil resort on it, which that’s cool!! He can handle it!!! But now the remainder of the money is in Dirk’s college fund so okay, he’s fallen on some financial straits, but he can still keep the place up and running.

- Dirk helps out and gets them online but eventually comes the day where he meets Jake and then after that comes the day when they decide to sail the world together. Dirk’s ready to go whenever except Dave would be left with the resort all on his lonesome. And Dave is visibly buckling under the stress.

- So Dirk’s trying to figure out how to get this asshole some help when he stumbles on The Notebook.

- The Notebook is actually a Journal which is actually a Diary, Dave’s old diary, and there’s some illicit details in there that Dirk wishes he could scrub from his memory forever, but it proves useful because it mentions that years and years ago, he brought three separate love interests to the island before they all ran off and broke his fuckin’ heart. And now Dirk’s got the gears turning in his brain.

- So Dirk goes to Jake and says hey. I want a wedding. Let’s get married. and Jake’s like ???? okay ?????? what brought this on and Dirk’s like Do I need a reason to have a wedding.

- And Dirk of course is sending letters to the three love interests, posing as Dave, to invite them to Dirk’s wedding. Best case scenario, one of the assholes reconnects with his brother and he won’t be so lonely. Even better case scenario, Dirk can guilt trip the FUCK out of all three of them for breaking his brother’s heart and get Money off of it to give to Dave

- So who are the love interests? Glad you asked!

- You have June, once a childhood friend now estranged, and now also a famous comedian- she might have talked to Dave once or twice after everything, but once Dave fucked off the map, there were no more opportunities to even try to bring up what’d happened between them

- You have Karkat, once someone he fell into a relationship hard and fast, now a famous romance novelist and screenwriter. Is he still an alien? Fuck if I know, but the point is, their break up was messy enough that Dave never contacted him again, and Karkat’s got a shit ton of regrets

- Now my gut reaction for number 3 is Jade, but I’m not entirely sure, since I’m not sure how her relation to Jake is in this yet hbkj. Likely a famous scientist and adventurer at this point.

- If not Jade we could probs do Terezi in that slot? Or else pare it down to just the two love interests lol anyway not important rn

- Point is, once they get there, Dirk is doing double time trying to keep Dave from finding out that Dirk’s the one who invited the love interests, pretending to be excited for a wedding he’s only staging to parent trap his bro, trying to keep Jake from knowing that he’s only staging this to parent trap his bro because he’s afraid Jake will believe the relationship was Only there so Dirk could use their relationship as an excuse even though he still loves Jake, and not-so-subtly implying that Dave’s stress is all these chucklefucks’ fault, so like. Pay up.

- Meanwhile Dave has no knowledge of what the fuck’s happening and has just learned that Dirk wants to have a wedding, actually, which while coming out of left field Dave’s actually pretty excited for. As far as Dave’s concerned, he’ll never have a big white wedding of his own, so it’s probably fine to live vicariously through his lil bro right? Just a little? Meaning he’s gotta get this shit on Lockdown

- and, predictably, Shenanigans Ensue.

- and I have no idea who Dave ends up with.

#homestuck #dave strider #dirk strider #dirkjake #davekat #davejune #davejade #daverezi Maybe #dirk falls into the sophie slot a little too Well gvjhbkj #it's the Scheming mostly

[samthemarvelfan]

Bad Romance: Chapter Eleven

...Must Come Down.

Summary: The boys become aware of a guardian angel, and you realize you're only human.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader, feat: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson/Peter Parker

Word Count: 1,700+

Warning: Criminal activity/Mafia references. Mentions of guns, violence and blackmail. Threatening and intimidation. Swearing.

A/N: Ok ok ok! I know this one is a bit shorter than the rest, but it sets up Chap. 12 which is a long ol’ boy. Please enjoy! Feedback is so, so appreciated!

previous chapter

“Whoever this is, they’re good.” Peter said, typing furiously on his laptop.

Steve pinched the bridge if his nose, the throbbing in his head ceasing—if only for a moment or two.

“When was that email sent? Last night?” Sam asked.

He nodded, “Pete’s been trying to narrow down the IP, but they’re using a VPN. All we know so far is it was sent from somewhere in the city.”

Around 11 o’clock last night, Steve got an email from an anonymous address that contained copies of texts sent by Natasha and Walker.

Turns out, it was Nat that paid off Walker to kill Y/N’s Uncle.

Not only that, but Walker has been paying Zemo to collect information on her. 

Since then, the boys have been trying to figure out who sent the intel and what, if anything, they’re hoping to get out of it.

“I still can’t believe this shit, man.” Sam said, sipping his coffee. “Buck’s gonna want ‘em all taken out.”

Steve scrubbed his face. “You blame him? They’re fucking with his business.”

Peter, still typing on his computer, spoke up. “…and Y/N. If someone hurt the girl I was in love with, I’d do whatever it took to make sure they’d never do it again.”

The grown men eyed Peter, shocked at his brashness.

“What?” He asked earnestly, earning a chuckle from them.

“You got a girl or something, Parker?” Sam asked slyly.

Peter’s face was suddenly masked in crimson. “I—I mean, yeah. Not a girl, a…you know, she’s…we’re—“

“That’s a love-sick puppy right there,” Sam joked. “Sounds like she’s the one.”

Peter’s computer beeped, “Whoa…okay, okay…” he mumbled, clicking something on the screen. “Gonna have to chat about my love life some other time, fellas.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

Pete tapped the mouse, typing something quickly. “The decryption—it worked! Red Hook, that’s where this was sent from.”

Sam stood, grabbing his keys off the table, “You got an address, Parker?”

“Uh,” Steve watched at Pete’s eyes darted around the screen. “1464 East 17th.”

“You sure this is the place?” Steve questioned, phone held tightly to his ear.

Peter practically scoffed. “I’m positive. Why? What’s it look like?”

Sam and Steve took in the building before them. It was a pretty standard apartment building for this side of the city. Stucco finish, window boxes full of flowers scattered across the façade. It was almost quaint—definitely not the kind of place you’d associate with criminal activity.

“You know what they say,” Sam said, looking to his friend. “Hide in plain sight…right?”

Steve shrugged. “Guess so. Okay, we’re headed in Parker, gonna keep you on the line.” He inserted a pair of wireless headphones, and tucked his cell in the pocket of his jeans.

The pair climbed the steps of the storied building, finding the floor in question, and slowing down as they reached the door marked 1464.

“We’re going in.” Steve said quietly. He nodded to Sam, who positioned himself in front. “Now.”

Sam swung his boot up, kicking the door at the base of the handle. He planted his stride with such force, it shattered the lock and practically broke the door off of it’s hinges.

Steve reached into his waste and quickly, pulling his gun out and holding it at the ready. With no initial confrontation, they headed into the dim apartment.

“What do you see? Anything?” Peter asked.

The men scanned the room. No real furniture, just a table and chair, and an inflatable mattress on the floor.

Steve walked to the window, looking at the bustling streets below. “Whoever was here is long gone now. No laptop, phone…not even a tv.” He ran his hand along the rails of the window, feeling the locks. Each one was still latched.

Except for one, leading onto the fire escape.

“Steve…” Sam called from the kitchen.

“Gimme a sec, Pete. What is it—“

Sam stood over the small round table, and lifted up a file—one of several that littered the surface. “It’s about Y/N—all of it. They got everything there is to know about her…pages and pages, man.”

As Steve approached the table, he saw it. Photos, dates, contacts, addresses. Anything that someone could need to know about Y/N, it was all here.

“Parker. I need you to track Y/N’s cell now. Sam, call Bucky and let him know she’s in danger.”

Peter’s rapid typing could be heard through Steve’s headphone. “Got her!” He shouted.

“Where?”

“Looks like she’s moving—fast. Headed for the docks.”

“Shit!” Steve shouted.

Sam growled, “Buck’s phone is off.”

The men shared a glance before darting for the door. “Parker!” Steve shouted, running down the stairs. “Can you get me a last known location for Bucky’s phone?”

“Already on it,” Pete was quick in his heels. “Shit, Steve. Bucky’s phone was pinged at the shipyard too. Lower docks it looks like, near the warehouse.”

Steve froze, realizing what was actually happening.

“It’s a hit,” he whispered. “It’s a hit on both of them.”

You went as fast as the New York City traffic would allow.

Swerving and blindly merging between cars, drivers honking a melody of curses at you.

“C’mon, move!” You shouted at pedestrians through the empty space of Walker’s windshield.

An eternity later, you’re at the gate for the shipyard, following the posted signs leading you to dock 49.

This was deep into the pier. Hidden behind hundred-foot-tall piles of shipping containers, scrap and cranes taller than buildings.

Wooden planks and metal created a city of scaffolding, tucked away from the bustling streets just a few hundred yards in the other direction. It’s the perfect location to do things you wouldn’t want anyone to see.

As you approach the lower docks, you make the quick choice to park Walker’s car and hide it between two metal containers.

Approaching on foot, you decide, is a better plan. After all there would be people expecting Walker, and seeing you driving his car wouldn’t exactly sit well.

Now where the fuck are they?

As you rounded the corner of a particularly tall stack of containers, you spotted the dock warehouse. A solid cement structure with tin doors and glass-block windows. Two men stood at the main entrance, each armed with hand guns.

You didn’t recognize them, but you heard their accents as they spoke.

Russian.

“Shit.” You cursed.

What the hell could you do? You’re not exactly equipped to take down what you can safely assume is the Russian mob.

A pounding from behind the door called the attention of the men. One nodded his head in the direction of the black Cadillac parked near them, and the other drew the weapon from his hip. He swung the back of the SUV open, and struggled with something for a moment.

Someone.

Bucky.

Bloodied and weak, but still putting up a fight; struggling against the grip of the man grabbing at him. The goon suddenly held his gun to Bucky’s temple, and you nearly bolted for him, but he went limp. Going without a problem as he was dragged through the door.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

No phone or means to contact Steve or Sam or Scott. No weapon. But you had to do something, Bucky had saved you on more than one occasion, and now it was time to return the favor.

You’d begun to hype yourself up, when the chill of cold steel pressed against your back. A hand gripped your shoulder, holding you in place.

“If you scream, I will kill you. If you move before I tell you to, I will kill you. Understand?” A voice spoke calmly.

You didn’t recognize them, but whoever it was meant every word of their threat.

You nodded, putting your hands up.

The grip on your shoulder disappeared. “This isn’t Law and Order, why are you acting like a hostage? I’m sure whatever you were about to do would have been quite impressive.” She asked through her thick Russian accent.

If you didn’t have a gun to your back, you probably would’ve laughed at that.

She pushed you forward, walking in the direction of the warehouse. “You’re going to do what I say, yes?”

You nod.

“Good. Now remember, I’m the bad guy. You’re very afraid of me. Yes?”

You nearly scoff, and whisper, “No shit.” 

Your captor laughs, “She speaks! Don’t worry, милый. You’re simply a pawn in a game you don’t know you’re playing. Everything will be just fine.”

Her voice seemed reassuring, like she truly wouldn’t hurt you, or didn’t want to have too. You’d almost stopped shaking, until she swung open the warehouse door, and tossed you to the ground.

The slap of your body hitting the cement echoed throughout the room. The sound bouncing off the machinery and tools that filled the space.

“Sorry I’m late.” Your escort said plainly.

All eyes were suddenly on you, including Bucky’s.

He panics, and for a moment, forgets he’s being held by two huge men. There’s a fury in his eyes, one that is raging and desperately trying to hide the worry beneath it.

He’s scared. You think. Bucky isn’t scared of anything.

It was a startling sight. This once unstoppable, strong man stood before you, reduced to nothing more than a punching bag. Worst of all, you still didn't know why.

You can barely speak when you see how bruised and bloodied he is.

“I’m—I’m sorry.” You manage whisper.

You hope to God he knows what it means.

There’s a ball of guilt in your stomach the size of California. How could you ever think he would hurt your Uncle? He’s been honest with you—for the most part, about everything he is. He’s been silly and vulnerable and protective and passionate and everything you could ever want.

He’s been yours, and he’s kept you safe. You couldn’t lose him. Not now, and certainly not like this.

It was hard to see under the fluorescent lights hanging above you, but Bucky’s eyes were brimming with tears. He bit his lip, and gave the smallest smile he could.

“It’s all gonna be okay, Sugar. I promise.”

It was at that moment something happened for the first time since you’ve known Bucky Barnes:

you didn’t believe him.

next chapter

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #Bad Romance

[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty Imps Chapter 20: Birdie the horse 💛🐴

Summary:

Stolas gets a mysterious phone call and needs someone to watch Blitzø.

Suggested by: The cute Axolotl 

Notes:

TW:biting, cursing, divorce, family issues. (Lmk if I should add)

~~~Stolas and Blitzø~~~

Blitzø and Stolas have made so much progress since he's first started regressing, fewer tantrums, he's communicating better, he's even regressing more often than he did before.

Their relationship has improved aswell, Blitzø trusts Stolas more and they seem to understand each other at a much deeper level.

Stolas got a phone call mid-playdate. "Strange, who could that be?" He asks himself, usually he's very good at keeping track of his responsibilities so it doesn't affect Blitzø. Still, he answers: "Hello?"

Blitzø is currently three years old, playing with his horse figures in his new nursery Stolas had finally found time to finish. The walls were bright blue and green with running horses painted over it, the furniture was a light yellow, he wanted it to be special for Blitzø to feel safe and at home.

Stolas listened to the call, it was an imp telling him to meet his father somewhere for something urgent, not specific about what it's for though. "Are you sure this can't wait? I'm kind of in the middle of something important." Stolas asks...

It couldn't...

Stolas sighs. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon." He says, handing up.

He walks back over to the nursery. "Blitzø, darling? Are you able to be big at the moment?" He asks the Imp.

Blitzø turned to the bird and stared at him. "Uhh I don' fink so." Blitzø says. "M' pretty little."

"Well...shit." Stolas mumbles.

"Hey! You says I'm not allow to says that!" Blitzø scolds.

Stolas pets his head. "I'm sorry, Blitzy. Could you do me a favor and pack a bag of toys, clothes, and any other things you may need for the day?"

"Why?" Blitzø asks.

"I really do have to be somewhere right now, so I need to get someone to watch you for a few hours." Stolas explains.

"Bu' who?" Blitzø asks nervously.

"I'm not sure yet...can you think of anyone?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head.

"Alright, I'll keep thinking, just pack a bag alright?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø argues. "Bu' I can be by myself!" He says. "I'm very 'sponsi-able!"

"I appreciate the thought, but that's not even true when you're big." Stolas says. "Just pack whatever you'll need, I'll make some calls."

"Kay." Blitzø shrugs. "Bu' I is 'sponse able!" He says again.

"Whatever you say, firecracker." He says.

~~~Loona:~~~

Loona was enjoying her peace and quiet when her phone started to ring. Who the fuck would even be calling her? She was gonna meet Tex and Nate at a party in a few hours...that's literally the only people she knew.

Unless...

"Blitzø?" She asks, answering the phone, worried her father may be in some trouble.

"Loona, thank you for answering!" Stolas sighs in relief.

"Stolas? What the fuck? Is Blitzø okay?" She asks, demanding answers. "If you fucking broke him, I swear you'll be paying to fix him!"

"Blitzø is fine." Stolas reassured her.

"Then what the fuck do you want?" She asks.

"Well, he's um, he's very regressed at the moment, and I have a very important meeting to go to. Do you know of anyone I can call who may be willing to watch him for a few hours?" he asks.

Loona sighs, she's sure she's gonna regret what she's about to say next. "You can just bring him here, I'll look after him."

"Are- are you sure?" He asks hesitantly, he's not sure how Blitzø will feel about that, but he's pretty sure Blitzø would be upset about anyone having to watch him. "He can be a bit of a handful."

"And that's different than usual how?" Loona sighs. "Just bring him here before I change my mind." She says.

"Uh, a-alright. If you're sure." He says, hanging up.

~~~Stolas~~~

Stolas takes a deep breath, initiating his cheeriest voice for Blitzø, he hopes acting happy about it may encourage the little one to feel more positive about it. "Blitzø, don't forget to grab junebug, love." Stolas tells him.

"His name is fireworm today." Blitzø explains, picking up his bright yellow horse and placing him in his bag.

"Oh, I see." Stolas says. "Is fireworm ready to go?" Stolas asks.

Blitzo shakes his head. "Maybe, jus' don' go?" He suggests. "We can all jus' stays here."

Stolas grabs the diaper bag aswell, just in case. "Blitzy, darling. I have to go, so Loona is going to hang out with you for a little while. Okay?"

Blitzø shakes his head. "No!" He whines.

"Is your objection motivated by me leaving or having to hang out with Loona?" He asks.

Blitzø whines. "I don' know what dat means." He says.

"Sorry, dear. Why don't you want to visit with Loona?" Stolas asks.

"I jus' don' want you to go." Blitzø says.

"Okay, good." He says with relief. "I understand you don't want me to go, but I'll come back, I promise." He says.

Blitzø whines, that wasn't good enough.

~~~Loona and Blitzø~~~

Loona waited anxiously, hoping she wasn't going to regret this. She already texted Nate and told him not to wait up for her in case she can't make it, they've been doing to well, it was about time she tests the waters and see how he reacts when she cancels on him anyway...

Yeah, this was a good thing, she decided.

Suddenly a purple and blue portal shows up and stolas steps through it holding Blitzø in one hand and two bags in the other. A diaper bag, and a small bag that she assumed was Blitzø's. "Thank you for doing this, Loona." Stolas says, setting Blitzø down.

"Uh yeah, sure...no problem." Loona says awkwardly, feeling a little nervous about this. "Hi, Blitzø."

Blitzø doesn't return the greetings, he has his arms crossed against his chest, and tail flicking back and forth in annoyance.

"I have everything he may need in here, I'll try not to be long. Currently he is three, so all you really have to do is keep him entertained and make sure he doesn't get into any mischief. Are you sure you can handle this?" He asks again.

"Uh yeah, of course I can." She says, not too confidently. "Just hurry up, and leave the second your whatever it is ends." She says.

Stolas nods. "I will be back as soon as I can." He says. Stolas whispers to the imp, "I'll be back soon, Blitzy. Will you be good for Loona for me?" He asks.

Blitzø huffs, crossing his arms more.

"It's okay, darling. I'll be back soon, I promise." Stolas says. "Be a good boy for me." He says.

Blitzø doesn't answer again.

"Blitzø..."

"Fine." He mumbles.

"That's my good Blitzy." Stolas praises, kissing his head before he turns to Loona again. "If you have any trouble, call this number. It's a caregiver friend of mine, he'd be more than willing to help. But, only use it if you really have to. Alright?" He hands her a piece of paper with Asmodeus's number on it.

"Why didn't you call him in the first place?" She asks.

"Blitzø asked me not to." He explains, opening a portal. "Good luck, Loona." He says, walking through it.

Loona hums, turning to Blitzø. "Any chance of you growing up soon?" She asks.

Blitzø doesn't say anything to her, he was upset, and he felt betrayed, abandoned. How can Stolas just leave him? With this- whoever she was!?

"Yeah, I thought so." Loona deflated, she's never had to watch a regressor before so she doesn't really know what to do.

Blitzø knew he recognized her, but he couldn't figure out why. His brain was feeling too fuzzy to think straight!

Loona can see that Blitzø is struggling, and who could blame him really? He's without his caregiver. He looked upset, and conflicted about something. "Blitzø? You okay?" Loona asks as she reaches for him.

Blitzø growls at her, and bites her paw when she gets close enough.

"Ow!- Fuck! Blitzø!" She recoils.

Blitzø gets on all fours, hisses at her violently, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Blitzø!" She groans, chasing after him. "Get back here!"

Blitzø ran fast, then climbed up on the fridge, growling at her still.

"Blitzø get down!" She demands

Blitzø hisses again.

Loona sighs, rubbing her temples. "Why the fuck did I agree to this? I'm no good with kids! This better not be infected, asshole!" She yells at him.

Blitzø lets out a high pitched growl, much like a cat.

"Okay, fine. Stay up there! But if you fall and crack your head open, it's not on me." She says, walking into the bathroom to clean her paw.

She walks back out in the living room, relieved he didn't break the skin, it fucking hurt, but it probably won't be infected.

She looks over and Blitzø was still hiding on top of the fridge...

She had to think of a plan, some way to get Blitzø down. He may technically be an adult, but he's mentally three, a mentally three year old really shouldn't be left on the fridge, right?

She starts to think of something when her eyes spot the tv.

Aha.

She smirks as she turns it on. "Oh well, since Blitzø is gone, I guess I can just sit here by myself and watch spirit!" Loona says loudly. "My favorite movie!"

This got Blitzø's attention instantly, he loved spirit! He watched Loona carefully for a couple minutes before climbing down off the fridge by himself and then he slowly sneaked into the living room to avoid Loona seeing him.

Loona can absolutely see him, but she's pretending she can't for his sake, if she so much as looks at him, he may run away again.

Blitzø hides behind the couch where Stolas had left his bag. He digs through the bag and grabs out his favorite yellow horse plushie (who also loves spirit) and peaks over the couch, he allows his horse to aswell so they can watch the movie together.

Loona bit back a chuckle, he was kinda cute like this. She gets up off the couch to grab fruit snacks. One for her, and one for him.

Blitzø ducked as Loona passed him, so proud at how sneaky he was; He'd make a good ninja, he thought.

Loona takes the small pack of fruit snacks and hands it to Blitzø. "You wanna watch with me?" Loona asks.

Blitzø nervously takes the snack and then holds his horse over his face, he still couldn't figure out who Loona was! She was practically a stranger to him, except she looked very familiar...

"Your horse can join too." Loona says.

Blitzø looks at the horse plushie, who he turned to look at him back, and he smiles. "M'tay." He says, crawling over the couch and sitting down next to Loona.

"What's their name?" Loona asks.

"T'day is Birdie." He answers, he usually gives the horse a new name every day or every couple days, but today he realized that fireworm needed to be birdie today.

"Birdie. That's a interesting name." Loona says.

"Stowes gaves her to me." He says sadly.

Loona knew that, it was when he broke his leg like an idiot. "Oh...so she's a girl?" Loona asks, not sure what to do. She's worried Blitzø might cry over the very mention of his caregiver, and she doesn't know how to calm him down if he does, so distracting him may cause him to forget that he was missing Stolas.

Blitzø shakes his head. "No...just t'day."

"So she's...gender fluid?" Loona asks.

Blitzø shrugs. "She jus' who I nee' her to be." He explains.

"And you need her to be birdy today?" Loona asks.

Blitzø nods. "Yeah."

"I see." She says. "She seems like a good friend."

Blitzø nods. "Yeah, she's a very good friend, all horses are." He says. "Except maybe naiw powisj, she too busy being purple." He says, matter of factly.

Loona tilted her head. "Uhh okay?"

The conversation died down as the two of them relaxed to enjoy the movie, Blitzø even took it upon himself to explain the entire movie to Loona, she's seen it before, but appreciated the effort.

~~~Stolas~~~

The "meeting" in question all turned out to be an elaborate trick from Stella. She called Via and him over just to force her to get in the middle of their divorce once again. She kept pestering Octavia to ask her which side she was on- after attempting multiple times to get Stella to shut up, he finally shouted: "Stella, shut the fuck up, nobody fucking cares! It's over! Let it go!"

Octavia ran out of the room, rightfully so. She didn't deserve this, and Stolas couldn't help but feel like this was his own fault, and in a way it was.

"You really couldn't just leave her out of this, could you?" Stolas asks.

"She needs to know her father is a cheating scumbag, does she not?" Stella asks with a sadistic smile.

"She knows what I am!" Stolas says. "You can take from me whatever the fuck you want, but keep her out of it! You're only pushing her further away!"

Stella gets closer to Stolas, causing him to flinch-

"Oh, I WILL take whatever I want." She says. "Don't forget who really runs things around here."

Stolas ran out of the room to find Via.

He ran outside and eventually caught up to her. "Octavia, are you alright?" Stolas calls.

"I'm fine, dad." She says, holding her arms in her hands. "Actually, up until today, I've been a lot better since I didn't have to deal with you and mum's senseless bickering!" She snarls.

"I wouldn't exactly call it senseless, but I do see your point." Stolas says. "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was going to-"

Via rolls her eyes. "You two just don't get it! I want to be on my own, I hate being in the middle of you two! I don't want to be near any of you!" She shouts.

"I understand, Via. You need some space, and we will respect that as best as we can." Stolas says. "But, I just want you to know that I'm very proud of you, and I'm here for you if you need me for anything." He says.

"You're with that Imp, aren't you?" Via asks coldly.

Stolas didn't expect such a forward question. "Uh, well-"

"Loona and I have been talking, we both know it. I just- I can't be around you if he's going to be there. He ruined everything!" She says, a few tears falling down her face.

Stoles sighs. "Via, I do love you, Owlet. And I'm sorry about your mother and I, I really am! But, I love him aswell... it's complicated, I know. But, I'm not going to give up my one chance at love. Not even for you."

Her eyes widen.

Stolas sighs. "You're an adult, Via. You have to learn that just like you are not responsible for your mother and my divorce, you're also not responsible for my life. We can make arrangements to see each other when he's not around if that is what you wish, that would be fine, but I'm not going to stop seeing him for your sake. I am not ashamed." He takes Via's hand. "And I hope you can learn to accept and understand that someday." He says.

Via's eyebrows furrow. "Well, I- I just I can't now!" She says pulling her arm away. "If this is what you want, that's fine. I'll call you later." She says, leaving, not even looking behind her as she returns to her apartment to be far away from them.

~~~Blitzø and Loona~~~

Loona and Blitzø decided to build a Lego set together after the movie was finished, this one was a horse stable that Blitzø was saving. He had "bought" it on earth during one of their jobs.

Loons looked through the instructions. "Four and up my ass, you gotta be some fucking scholar to understand these instructions." She cursed

Blitzø laughs, just happy to play with the little horse it came with the set. "Woona, wanna play wif me?" He asks.

"Yeah, just give me a second." She says, putting together the last few pieces.

Blitzø looked at the two human characters that came with the set, there was a blonde girl named Stephanie and a dark haired girl named Emma. "I wanna play wif Stephanie a'cuz she has a hat." Blitzø explains. "You can be Emma cuz she haz black hair and the car." He says.

"There, finished." She says, finally done assembling the car and setting it on the table.

"Ooo, good job." Blitzø says, he hands her Emma while he kept Stephanie: "Hi Emma!"

"Hello, Stephanie." Loona played along, in her normal voice.

Blitzø was not impressed. "Woona, Emma doesn' sound ike' dat!" Blitzø complains.

"It's make believe! Emma can sound like anything!" Loona says.

"Bu' you makes her sounds like a boring ol' person!" Blitzø complains.

"I did not!" Loona says, trying to sound genuinely insulted, but she couldn't resist laughing at his snark.

"Yeah!" Blitzø says. "You' boring."

"Oh yeah?" Loona asks, tickling him. "C'mere, you!" She says.

"Hey! Woona!" He laughs. "No fair!"

"Take it back, or I'll tickle you forever!" She threatens, though her voice was cheerful and full of laughter.

"Nooo! Okay, okay!" Blitzø yields. "I tate it back!" He shouts.

Loona stopped tickling him, taking a moment to catch her breath, she doesn't remember the last time she laughed this much.

Once the two of them calmed down, Blitzø sits up and stares at her. "Hey, Woona?" Blitzø asks.

"Yeah?" She asks.

"Who is you?" Blitzø asks. "I know we know bu' I don' a'member you." He says.

"Oh..." Loona takes a moment to decide how she wants to explain this... "Well kid, you know how there's a big you and a little you?" Loona asks.

Blitzø nods. "Mhm."

"Well, when you're big, I'm your daughter." Loona explains.

"Oh." Blitzø takes less than a second to move to his next question. "Well, how 'bout when im's little?" Blitzø asks.

Loona smiles. "I'll be whatever you need me to be. How does that sound?"

Blitzø smiles back. "Good."

"Good." She says, patting his head.

"Is I a good dad when I'm big?" Blitzø asks.

"Yeah, you're not too bad." Loona shrugs.

A portal glows suddenly and Stolas steps out of it.

"Stowes!" Blitzø shouts happily, getting up and running to him.

Stolas hugs Blitzø. "Blitzy, darling I have missed you." He says. "Did you have a nice time with Loona?"

Blitzø nods. "Mhm."

"How was it?" Loona asks.

"Boring, as most family meetings are." He lies. "How was Blitzø?"

Loona looked at Blitzø who was cowering with a smirk. "He was fine...for the most part." Loona says.

"I wan' oo stay hewe wif Woona, can we, Stowes?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas looks to Loona, who looked happy about the idea.

"I suppose, if Loona is okay with that." Stolas says.

Blitzø turns to Loona who shrugs. "Yeah, we can order pizza and watch a movie, how does that sound.

"Yeah!" Blitzø agrees.

~~~Later~~~

All three adults fell asleep during the movie. It had been a long day for them all.

Blitzø woke up big again in the middle of the night; he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around, Stolas was fast asleep on the couch, and Loona was getting a drink from the kitchen.

Blitzø slowly recalled what had happened today...

He walks into the kitchen. "Loonie?" Blitzø whispers.

Loona turned to him with a smile. "Hey, how you feeling?" She asks, leaning on the table.

"I'm fine." Blitzø sits down at the table. "Please tell me I dreamed all that." Blitzø asks her, embarrassed by the events that took place.

"Depends on what you're talking about." She says.

"You, watching me, in headspace." Blitzø mumbles.

"Oh, No that happened I'm afraid." She chuckles.

Blitz sighs. "I'm gonna kill that bird-" he mumbles.

"Hey, give the guy a break, he didn't know what else to do." Loona says. "Besides, we had fun. We watched movies, played with your weird building thingy." Loona says. "You did bite me though." She explains.

"I- fuck." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Loona. I-"

"Dad, relax. Its fine! Okay? It didn't hurt." Loona lies.

"You're my daughter, he shouldn't have called you." Blitzø says.

"I'm your family, it would be weird if he called someone else." She says. "I promise, I didn't mind at all."

Blitzø nods.

Loona rubbed her arm awkwardly. "You know, today actually got me thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get a little of my own." She says. "I feel like I did pretty good today, maybe I'm not as bad with littles as I thought." She says.

Blitzø raised his eyebrows. "Wow...maybe the bite is infected, we should get that checked out." He jokes.

"Shut up, I'm serious." She says. "Don't you think I did good today?"

Blitzø smiles. "I think you did great, any little would be lucky to have you."

She smiles back. "Thanks dad."

"Maybe start on something slow like babysitting though, full time littles can take a lot of work." Blitzø says.

Loona scoffs. "Look who's talking."

Notes:

This chapter took quite a long time to edit- way longer than I thought it would. Hopefully it's alright. Lol

Blitzø calling his horse birdy is a reference to TakaBinary's' s fanfic where Little!Blitzø calls Stolas birdie. It's adorable, read it. 

2 more chapters after this- I may cry. Taglist: @todayimfour

#age regression fanfic #helluva boss agere #little!blitzo #age regression #itty bitty imps #helluva boss age regression #CG!Loona

[crashtestjeffy]

Tuesday

We never got supper last night. Which was pretty depressing. My daughter managed to make some frozen fries and cheese. And I w ent without. Poverty and being disabled is evil.

Yesterday I got an appointment that could, if I can get the damn doctor to listen, begin making sense of all my health issues. I was talking to someone in the health profession (off the record) and they said "You have all these issues and the doctor is just treating them and not looking at the big picture. All of them are symptoms of a few issues and I think the most likely could be an autoimmune disorder". And I went home and read about the shit and thought 'Holy shit, that is everything I got' so...

If my doctor refuses to listen and at least allow me to allay my concerns I will ask to see another doctor. This has got to stop where I go in and the doctor writes a script and leaves after 8 minutes.

The weather is not predicted to be very good until Friday. So I cannot get a ride in on my bicycle. Incidentally whenever I unlock my bike and get going in my head the song "Bicycle Race" by Queen starts to play and I see many buxom women topless on bicycles in my head as was the clip they made of the song and the cover. A source of my early sexual awareness.

In my early sexual awareness I did learn that fat bottomed girls indeed do make the world go round.

I am at a loss at what to do about my daughter and her attitude toward attendance at school. She seems to view it as laissez faire. And will not listen to me about how her attendance now effects her habits and commitments later and it's a bad habit to create. It makes it more frustrating that she treats every silly 4 hour shift at her part-time job as sacred. And becomes quite emotional about missing one.

Ironically (or not) as a socialist and a fuck the system dude, I also have to fight against my internal dialogue that says that school is just the machine that programs kids to become drones in a workforce of obedient fodder for the bourgeoise. And that she should never consider the rules she is learning now as unbreakable if it means changing who you are and how you think about the system.

But I can't tell her that. The kid already skips way too much school...I would be giving her the keys to the candy store if I told her that right now.

I am struggling lately with how I turned out and how if I and followed the system I might have a much happier life. Even if everything about that nauseates me. But this was all triggered by a dream I had about a girl I was madly in like or crushing on in junior high. In the dream we met at some kind of reunion and fell in love and she held my hand and it was beautiful. When I woke up I looked her up on Facebook and she seems to have the perfect suburban life and is still very beautiful. Married with three kids and lots of photos of her on beaches taken from behind while she looks contemplative...as is the order of the IG gods. And cottage photos of her feet in a canoe as is the order of the Canadian IG gods.

But that's not my life. My life is a cramped apartment and struggle. Though I guess kids like me had a place. When we were in grade 9, a kid got kind of rude and aggressive with her so...I knocked out one of his teeth. Because I was a teenage dirtbag baby...Anyway, I got suspended for like two weeks (school was much more accepting of beating the shit out of each other back then) and my parents paid to have the tooth fixed, which they made me pay back from my job at the bowling alley. It was not nearly as noble as it sounds. I was still terrified to speak to her and she never even acknowledged me till two years later.

Life, it's what happens when you're making other plans.

I am fucking hungry. And broke for a few more days. If I was more agile I would lean on a skill I had back then as well...shoplifting. Dudes, I could walk out with half a store in my jacket and a fancy fuck you to the retail gods. That would be a dream right now. But in my current rickety state I would probably be caught and punched out by loss prevention whole some snot-nosed kid filmed it for TIk Tok.

Fuck my life. Please buy me lunch?

[flancito22]

I don't want to be THAT girl, but I need to put this out of my chest. I hate Piper. Ok, I have only read the first book of the HOO series, but I don't think it gets better from there forward.

Here are my reasons:

First: Total disappointment.

When Rick introduced us Piper with the "beautiful and violent" quote I had so much faith in the character, even in her obvious (although quite rushed) relationship dynamic with Jason. And then, what he gave me? A jealous and possessive girl over a boy who she doesn't really know, with a lot of "trauma" because she have lived a happy and wealthy life, but her dad didn't pay her much attention (because he was working so she could live well and not how he lived in the past) so she became a thief in order to her father to pay attention to her... GROW FUCKING UP.

Second: I'm not like other girls.

Is it a crime to be feminine and tough? What is wrong with your brothers and sisters for wanting to look pretty? Nothing darling, absolutely nothing, and yet Piper make using a dress and make up such a big deal that is boring. Yes kid, we know you prefer pants and jackets, sit down. Not all the Aphrodite kids have to be hollow inside. Surprise, surprise, you can be smart, you can be brave, you can have the courage to fight with a Dragon and still care about your make up and like to use long dresses with high heels.

Third: What's is your deal with Jason?

It's like she was this toddler with a teddy bear and she just didn't wanna let it go. She knew their relationship was fake, but she hold to it with dear life and all the TLH book was a stupid amount of not necessary touching and holding hands and... well, if you read it you understand. Also there was a moment in Leo's point of view when he says something like: "she can't lose anyone else", and that was bring to life again when we though Jason had died because of Hera and Piper said "I can't lose you" my dear child who the fuck did you lose?! Your dad is save and sound, your mother came and talked to you in a dream when nobody else had seen they godly parents in months, what did you lose? A fake relationship?! Yes really traumatic, want to talk about Leo's past and Jason losing his memory?

Fourth: All the moments "Jasper"

This has a lot to do with my first point, Rick Riordan sold her to me as a strong character, all fighty and stuff, and then she broke her ankle and then caught a hypothermia, and that would have been fine if it was just that, but that moments only served to be Jasper moments, as if they can't have a normal relationship dynamic development, so let's just force them to have some alone time together and then hug near the fire... sure, really natural.

Jason and Annabeth had more chemistry the two times they interacted than Jason and Piper had in the whole book.

Fifth: A weak ass power.

I'm well aware of how the enchanting can be powerful. Words and the way someone use it can be a terrible weapon against the enemy. And then they gave it to Piper and the only time it worked in the whole book was with a female mortal pilot... I mean... they might as well be dead if not for Leo.

Sixth (and I can't say this loud enough) SHE ACTS LIKE A CHILD HAVING A TANTRUM

What is it with that line of her that went like: "Hey Drew in case you forgot Im a child of Aphrodite I don't want you near Jason, maybe he doesn't know it yet, but he is mine" I mean WTF, don't get me wrong, Drew was a bitch but I would have slapped the shit out of Piper right there, it's easy to act tough when you are facing a beauty queen who has never fought in her life, I wonder where was that spirit back in the quest. All her shit was about: I'm weak, I can't look at my own reflection, oh dang my mom made me more pretty, what should I do? Save my dad or continue with this quest? That last question, THAT LAST QUESTION could have been so much more explored, just to leave it at Jason and Leo saying: of course we will save your dad, why didn't you said it sooner? So that was the big end for that dilemma.

I have more things to say, but I'll leave it here. And once again, I repeat, the very best of that book was Leo Valdez.

#hoo #heroes of olympus #anti piper mclean #percy jackson series #pjo

[beautifulblooms]

Fighting Together to the End- Eddie Munson x Male!Reader - Part 3

Male! Reader, he/him used, so fuck the canon, it broke my heart, MEGA FUCKING SPOILERS FOR PART TWO OF SEASON FOUR, anyways, fluff, angst, this is pretty much a rewrite of season 4 because I need to recover after the traumatizing events of part 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

The morning light shone brightly in my eyes and forced me awake, shit how long were we out for? It didn’t feel like all that long, granted time doesn’t feel real when anyones asleep. Sitting up I glanced down at Eddie who was still fast asleep on the forest floor. He’s always so pretty when he sleeps, especially with how his hair fans out and makes it look like it’s floating. I reached a hand down gently to stroke his cheek and jumped a little when one of his came to hold my hand. Even asleep he can’t stop being adorable. Wait, we had a plan for getting a walkie-talkie last night, right, the contraction site.

As much as I would love to admire him sleeping more only he knew where the site was, so I gently shook his shoulder.

“Baby, it’s morning, we gotta get the walkie remember?” He groaned at me and turned over, two can play at that game Munson. Flipping Eddie onto his back I straddled his hips to prevent him from moving again. “That groan was really cute babe, but you’re not getting out of this, wake up little prince.” I gently pressed a few kisses to his lips to help wake him up.

“Well isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to.” God why did his morning voice have to be so hot.

“Mhm and while I would love to stay like this for a while we have something to steal.” With a couple pops in my joints here and there I stood up and got off Eddie and helped him up.

“How far is this place again? A couple miles south?” Leaning on one of the larger rocks I stretched out my arms.

“Yeah last time I checked, the skull's face was pointing East, so we need to go… this way.” As he began walking I followed quietly behind, still just a bit too tired for all this shit. And surprisingly Eddie hadn’t lost all his marbles and we came across a construction site filled with busy people.

“What’s the game plan now? How are we gonna get one of those walkies off someone?” Squatting down next to Ed’s he was clearly thinking about the best way to snag one.

“Hey, notice how they all leave their walkies outside the porta-potty? I’m thinking, we wait till mostly everyone is really working and not paying attention, snag it off that pile of lumber, and sprint back to skull rock. Thoughts?” Looking over at him the only thought I had was ‘holy shit im dating the worlds best criminal’.

“Alright then, do you want me to grab it? I think I'm a bit quicker.” Nodding his head Eddie looked over at me again.

“Yeah, you grab it and if we need to I’ll be the distraction.” With the plan set we just had to wait for the right moment, fortunately we didn’t need to wait long.

“Hey, I'm gonna take my 15.” One of the workers called to the foreman.

“Didn’t you just take one?” Shrugging his shoulders the worker continued his way to the porta-potty and just like all the others did he left his walkie on the pile of lumber right next to it.

“Alright, wish me luck.” Nervously glancing one last time at Eddie he flashed me a smile with a thumbs up. Carefully sneaking down behind the porta-potty I moved to the side slowly and grabbed the walkie before sprinting right back to the tree line. Signaling to Eddie to also start running we began sprinting back to skull rock.

Once we made it back there was a good couple minutes we took to catch our breaths. Tuning the radio to the proper channel I pressed down on the button to radio anyone.

“Hey is anyone there, we got caught at the lake and we’ve moved spots, we’re at skull rock now. Please for the love of fuck bring food, and a plan.” Letting go I threw the walkie down next to Eddie. “And now we wait.”

Well over an hour later Steve and Dustin popped through the trees and came over to us.

“See Henderson? Told ya so.” Steve being the cocky guy he is pointed at the skull rock shaped rock sitting above me and Eddie.

“That’s not possible, North is this way.” And Dustin just glanced up and down at his compass to the rock to where “north” was.

“So is there food? We kinda didn’t have time to grab everything at the boat house, ya know with a whole basketball team chasing us.” Eddie’s sass was perfectly timed to break Dustin from his trance for just a moment to look for Nancy, Max and Robin who were carrying a couple bags.

Shortly after the other three made it over, Dustin began to explain his theory with the portals.

“Aha! I was right, this is North from the trail!” His outburst caught Steve’s attention.

“Really? Cause according to your compass North is that way.” Harrington then pointed to the direction that was closer to the East than anything else.

“Yes, but no, Lucas! Why would a compass not point to true North.” Being thrown into the spotlight Lucas panicked for a second before responding.

“There’s a stronger magnetic field around?” Dustin was happy someone remembered something.

“Yes! And we know the gates generate a very strong magnetic field, meaning, somewhere that way, is a gate.” A few others looked confused.

“But we’re nowhere near Hawkins lab.” Nancy chimed in.

“No that way is Lovers Lake, we sprinted up that way.” Trying to figure out what Dustin was getting at I explained our escape from last night.

“Well, think about it, whenever the demogorgon attacked it left a gate, the same with the mind flayer, what if Vecna also leaves gates where he takes victims?” And finally Henderson was making some sense.

“Patrick got Vecna’d there last night, if Dustin’s right, there’s a gate in Lover’s Lake.” Eddie finally began to piece it all together.

“Wait, do you know when he got killed?” Nancy asked Ed’s.

“Yep, I fell in last night and the Walkie bugged out, but so did my watch, here.” Taking off his watch, Eddie threw it over to Nancy.

“9:27, the same time our flashlights blew up. So that surge of energy that trashed all the lights was Vecna attacking Patrick.” Drawing conclusions to connect everything Nancy threw Ed’s watch back to him.

“So to Lover’s Lake it is.”

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[dirk-rider]

Eructo

This one is so fucking obvious I don’t think I need to say anything, but I will. I cannot cum without the act of burping being involved in some way. I simply require it.

Eprocto

Oh god how I love the relief that comes with this one. The way the scent marks a person, the way it hurts so bad until it hurts so good.

Stuffing

Temporarily broke the format of prefixes first for this one because it’s so deeply intertwined with its predecessors. I fucking love food. I love feeling my gut heavy against me. I love knowing that I can eat more than most people and still have room, I love listening to the digestive system work its wonders, I love the results of a good meal.

Somno

Somewhat connected to my interest in plush. I want to be so fully in control of someone else that they couldn’t fucking fathom resistance. I also really love this in scenarios where the truest feelings are given while the recipient is fucking zonked out, like yes please let me cry and thrust into you and mumble about stupid shit as you lay beneath me fast asleep. I also just think sleeping is attractive. It’s of the most base needs, and you trust me enough to keep me around as you engage? Fuck yeah, it’d suck if I abused that power.

Plush

I want to be in control, pretty obviously by now. This one really appears when I’m in a bit worse of a headspace than I’d like and probably ties back to the whole psychological phenomenon of acting out traumas blah blah, I don’t give a shit I like feeling soft polyester against me.

Autoandro

I love being called a man. I love being reminded that I’m stronger than you, that I’m manlier than you, that my efforts have been paying off. I love being reminded just how hot you find me. I love the way I can feel my muscles, I love how fucking fit I am.

Voyeurism

Typically I prefer unintentional voyeurism, like walking in on someone jacking off and just watching, though I also dig the thought of watching so intently while pretending things are fine, a la el Brobot (whoa combining languages to make a fucked up newer one? Inconceivable, I’m just like the Angles and the Saxons). Like fuck yeah, I know you get off to filthy, disgusting things. I watched you do so.

Denial

Resident blue-baller here, total hedon who really liked taking with hardly giving in return. No, I’m not going to get you off until I get off, now touch my bloated stomach if you want to cum sometime soon. (This makes me sound fuckin sick for all my replies to the fact that you can’t cum kek).

Humiliation

Not hardly at all into public humiliation if it negatively affects others, but when it’s a sort of inside secret between two parties it gets me fucked. “Oh, Dirk, my stomach hurts” “shut the fuck up” and nobody else understands why the reply is aggressive, nobody but the participants put together his lack of want for a raging boner.

Pup shit, no clue the name

I like being called a good boy. I want to be on a leash held by you, I want you to give me treats and tummy rubs.

Biting/licking

I have a mouth, why shouldn’t I use it?