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bloodofvoid · 7 months

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The Quietest Girl in Town (Mischa Bachinski x reader)

Chapter 4

That fucked up girl

Your body was guided along the back of the warehouse, and you found yourself being changed into a different outfit. It was an old fashioned French styled wear, something that caught you by surprise.

On the lower layer was a long black dress hanging just above your booted feet, with a red velvet coat on top. Your hair was clipped back, and you slowly walked back out to the front where Noel was.

Surprisingly, he also wore a black dress. Though it was short, with nylons and heels with a black wig. He sang with a beautiful voice, soft and rough at the same time. He also stood next to a chair as he sang, sometimes sitting on it or using it.

I write poems to burn by firelight

Drank champagne and guzzle gin

Good girl calls me the town bicycle

Don’t knock it till you try my life of sin

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Oh claud my pimp knows never mess with me

The last prick did that faded quick to black

I have no idea where to find him officers

But if you do please mention that I’d like to have return the pretty knife

That I stuck ten times in his back

Noel took in a breath, sighing it out with a smile. He then stepped around, placing a heeled foot onto the chair and rocking himself back and forth.

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embarrass a new man every night

My life’s one never ending carnival

You, Jane, and Constance then moved over to the chair. Constance was behind, Jane was to the left, and you were to the right. As Noel sat in the chair, the three of you joined in the lyrics and did jazz hands before bringing them to his face.

A whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights

Noel smiled, bringing his knees to his chest.

I want to be that fucked up girl

Mischa then came out from behind a curtain, wearing a hat. Your body was guided away from Noel, who stood up and gave Mischa a stare. Though you never expected this from Noel, you weren’t opposed to his wacky ideas.

The two danced together in a choreographed tango, Mischa offering Noel- or Monique, a rose. He gasped dramatically, dropping the rose to ground and slapping the Ukrainian. The two backed away, before aggressively slamming into each other with a rough kiss.

That- was surprising to say the least.

He said I think I am in love with you,

I heard that lie a million times before

Oh tonight I give into the fantasy

Take love when you can when your a whore

Mischa then walked around Noel who stuck out his ass, and the Ukrainian bad boy gave it a good slap. That was also unexpected.

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embrace a new man every night my life’s one

Never ending carnival

A whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights

I want to be that fucked up girl

Noel then rolled to the floor, rolling along the wooden ground while reaching out dramatically. As Ricky (who apparently knew how to play the accordion) played a final note, Noel finally sat laid down on his back with his legs spread.

He then picked the rose back up, dragging it along his leg as he sang smoothly.

So now, I sell my love for opium

In some rat infested chinese dive

At night I burn myself with cigarettes

Just to somehow prove I’m still alive!

He held out the last note for so long it hurt your own lungs. He then gasped dramatically, crawling back to the chair as you, Jane, Ocean, and Constance sang backing vocals with a haunting tone.

Eight months later, I catch typhoid flu

Kicked out I see the ugly light of day

Dying in an alley a priest kneels down to me

Ricky then came round to where Noel leaned back in the chair, kneeling down beside him. He played one more note before everything went silent for a moment, before Ricky leaned down and whispered.

My child, do you have any final words to the lord you’d like to say?

Oui, tell him that like him I choose to burn out

Rather than fade away

Then, the rest of the choir all stood to the side with a certain pose. As Noel continued to sing, the seven of you all stomped to the beat. Slowly but surely, the beat became faster and faster.

For I sing songs until the break of dawn,

I embrace a new man every night my life’s one

Never ending carnival!

A whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights!

Then, you all lined up next to Noel. Ocean and Mischa stood on either side of him, Jane and Constance next to them with tambourines in hand. Then finally, you and Ricky. While Ricky still held his accordion, you had picked up a maraca.

I want to be that fucked up girl

I wanna be that fucked up girl!

Noel continued on that last note, standing on top of his chair and dancing. As he did that, you and the choir sang backing vocals. You would run forward with your instruments, pausing to swing your legs in a choreographed dance before repeating the action.

Broken heart, a flask of gin

Tattooed with a safety pin

Teeth all stained with nicotine

Running nylons, shattered dreams

Super crusty, holy terror

Wild eyes and black mascara

Broken heart, a flask of gin

Tattooed with a safety pin

Teeth all stained with nicotine

Running nylons, shattered dreams

Super crusty, holy terror

Wild eyes and black mascara

Noel then placed one heeled foot back down onto the ground, his voice getting more rough. The choir, including yourself ran around him while singing.

If I could have just one dream

If he could have just one dream

I’d be that fucked up girl!

There was a long pause, and you took a while to catch your breath. You set your maraca aside, looking to Noel who had sat back down in his chair normally. His chest rose and fell aggressively, though that was expected.

Mischa, who was off to the side, came closer.

“That…” he began, heaving. “Was dope! Yo!”

Noel smiled with a soft laugh at the sight of Mischa enjoying his musical number. The Ukrainian then turned to Ricky, who still held the accordion. For once, the disabled boy seemed cheerful, which warmed your heart.

“Ricky!” Mischa began. “You play the uh…the squeeze keys! Madwickedawesome!”

You chuckled from where you stood, looking over the outfit Karnak had chosen for you. You were quick to duck into the back and change back into your uniform. And when you had come back, you saw Ocean talking to the others.

“But he dropped the F bomb in the actual chorus,” Ocean said with a glare, not noticing how Noel was twirling her red locks in his finger.

Before she could continue on, something must’ve clicked in Jane, as she moved past you and stood on a platform behind Constance. She sang what seemed to be a joke that you understood immediately, her hand sitting on Constance’s shoulder and giving the poor girl a heart attack in the process.

Fornication

Under

Consent of the

King

There was a long pause of Constance heavily breathing, slowly inching away from Jane while trying not to have the doll-like girl notice. Thankfully, she didn’t, Constance managing to dart away from her and practically jump into your arms.

“Well,” she began. “I liked the part where the two boys kissed.”

Noel seemed cheerful that Constance enjoyed that part, and you smiled in reply. Slowly, the five of you turned to where Mischa was still complimenting Ricky’s skills on the accordion.

Soon enough the blondie darted away, and the Ukrainian noticed the gazes on him.

“What?” he asked, like what he did was completely normal for him. “It is natural in my country for two men to-to show affection by kissing!”

Mischa turned away with a cough, a shade of pink tinting his cheeks from embarrassment.

“Not always in heels,” he mumbled under his breath.

Noel smiled again, laughing quietly. He stood up from his chair, picking it, and the rose he threw to the ground, up. The gay man then walked back to the stage-like area of the warehouse they found themselves in.

Ocean stomped up to Mischa, smiling in a passive-aggressive manner.

“There’s a difference between affection and smut,” she stated, neck craning to look up at him.

“Not in my bible baby,” Noel interrupted. “Bonsoir!”

Ocean scoffed from where she stood, giving up on trying to protest to Mischa. So instead, she hopped up to where Karnak stood as still as ever.

“Noel didn’t even talk about anything real, he just sang about how he wanted to be a sex worker in the old fashion days!” she exclaimed. “What’s the moral of his story? What’s the lesson?”

While Karnak seemed to ignore most of her statements, her last one caught his attention. His robotic head slowly turned to Ocean, his yellow eyes glowing in the dark setting.

“Not every story had a lesson, Ocean,” he chimed, voice echoing.

Ocean paused, irritated as she held out a finger to him.

“No…” she started. “Every story has a lesson! Every story!-”

She cut herself off, beginning to do a little dance. Oh, great. You rolled your eyes with a heavy sigh, earning you a look from Constance. Yet another attempt of Ocean doing a musical number.

Every story’s got a lesson!

A simple moral to be told!

Although a tale may twist and turn

There’s always something you can learn!

A nugget of wisdom, solid gold!

A quiet piano played in the background as Ocean bounded away from Karnak and approached Mischa. She got onto her tip-toes, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Mischa,” she greeted. “What’s your favorite story?”

Mischa paused, before fully turning to face Ocean.

“Easy, Saw Five,” he stated, and you could tell he was trying to piss her off.

Ocean subtly glared, turning back to Karnak in an attempt to explain.

“Okay, every story but Saw Five,” she was cut off by Mischa.

“Saw Five has powerful story of medically driven insurance providers,” he barked. “Saw Five says it is wrong to make dollars for dying men.”

You blinked, something in your brain clicking. Though you weren’t a fanatic, you had your fair share of horror movie knowledge.

“Actually,” you piped up. “That’s Saw Six you’re talking about.”

Ocean was quick to shush you, brushing past and going over to Constance, also ignoring Jane. She stood before Constance, and began to ask about stories so Ocean could explain their stories. You zoned the two of them out, only listening back in when Constance shouted something that caught your attention.

“Porno!” she exclaimed, and you blinked with utter confusion, startled.

“Porno is-” Ocean cut herself off as she realized what she had said.

Strange music began to play in the background, and you honestly vibed to it. You gently bobbed your head up and down before you noticed Mischa giving you a weird look. You were quick to look away to hide your flustered expression.

Ricky and Ocean had spoken for a little, and you continued to zone them out. It wasn’t before long that Ocean turned back to Constance, blatantly disappointed with how she had shouted porno out.

“I’m still distracted, I’m still thinking about the time those two boys kissed,” she told her, and the four of you looked at Mischa again.

“What?” he asked again, looking to you to which you shrugged in a ‘I’m not a part of this’ way. “Yo, just because I’m all gangster don’t automatically make me homophobe! It’s not good to be homophobe!”

(Honestly I can’t tell what he says after that so just go with it)

Everyone looked at Mischa with a diversity of expressions, and he gestured. “That shit was emotionally devastating yo,” he claimed.

There was a long silence, and the Ukrainian looked disappointed. He looked back to you, to which you just shrugged again. Mischa sighed, before clapping his hands aggressively, making you flinch.

“Time to get this party started, time to make money!” he exclaimed. “Time to make it rain!”

Strange rap-like music began to play in the background as Mischa stepped up beside Karnak, and his mechanical mouth began to open to start talking about Mischa’s backstory.

You sighed heavily, though your face was amused. You stood up, walking over to Jane who blinked in utter confusion.

“Here we go again.”

@nataliaprofume This is for you my love, :3

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agendercryptidlev · 8 months

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disabledblr, guy with oversensitive joints here who has been pretty disconnected from the greater disabled community and interested in getting a cane because of how much his body is wrecked after working (especially lower joints specifically knees ankles and arches of feet) here, but I'm worried about straining my wrist. Anyone have any recommendations for chains that are good at taking weight off a leg without straining the wrist too much?

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So my pain doesn't really stay in one place but I'll almost always have one leg worse than the other each day, it just swaps which leg it is. My joint pain comes from very minor strains a lot of the time like I literally almost went to the hospital about knee pain that was revealed to be from splaying my feet too much while standing at work. My entire upper body also can hurt a lot after my new job specifically my shoulders but I think managing my leg and foot pain would probably improve my whole body so that's what I'm focusing on. Please ask me any questions and thank you so so much to any one who reads this, trying to be better to myself is daunting when you don't know what info was spread to help disabled people and what info was spread to get their money. I'm posting this right before going to sleep (the "I have a 6 hour shift tomorrow morning" dread kicked in) so I won't be able to respond to anything until tomorrow morning. Once again a million thanks to anyone who sees this and gives advice I would go to a doctor or specialist but my insurance situation is really shitty rn and my mom got me blacklisted from the best local pain specialist by taking a call meant for me and answering questions meant for me incorrectly.

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grimoireofhayley · 2 years

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The Jealousy Monster

Pairing Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie had known each other for years. However, at the beginning of Freshmen year, you found yourself falling head-over-heels for the boisterous personality and devilish-good looks that make up who Edward Munson is. Unfortunately, as soon as senior year came about, Eddie found himself hanging out with Chrissy Cunningham far more than you; because of that, the jealousy monster became your number one personality.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, swearing, fluff

My first time writing an Eddie Munson one-shot, let me know how it is, haha. I also tried my best at editing, but today my attention span is that of a goldfish. I hope you enjoy.

I groaned, gripping my DynaTAC in my hand, rolling onto my stomach and kicking my slippers off my feet in frustration, the image of Chrissy Cunningham not leaving my mind.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I cried, staring at the bulky-white phone for a few seconds, contemplating whether I should call Eddie and tell him how I feel before it's too late, before Chrissy weasels herself in even more than she already has.

I bit my cheek, tears welling in my eyes and without hesitation, I threw my phone in vexation, "Stupid feelings, stupid Chrissy!"

The phone clattered against the wall, shattering into a million pieces, leaving a hole behind.

"Oh, no..." I whined, regretting what I had just done. I walked towards the broken phone, kneeling down, picking up buttons, sharp plastic and bits of drywall.

"(Y/n)?" I hear a knock and then the door swung open, revealing my brother, Dustin Henderson. "Are you okay? I heard a bang..." He trailed, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, seeing the massive hole in the wall.

I sighed, throwing the last pieces of what was left of my phone and wall into the garbage pail. "I'm fine, Dusty, just... stressed." I smiled half-heartedly, reassuring him.

He nodded, not wanting to further his nit-picking.

"Um, uh..." He began, "Will you be able to drive me to and from Hellfire tonight... If-If you're not busy, that is..." He mumbled, twiddling with his thumbs, he was nervous, which was unusual for him.

"Why are you sounding like that?" I queried, folding my arms over one another, questioning his tone.

"Sounding like what?" He quickly spoke, avoiding my gaze again.

"Like I'm going to bite off your head at any moment." I snorted, tapping my foot.

"It's just, I heard you yelling and your phone is broken." He blathered. "Plus, there's a gaping hole in the wall." He gestured to it, "And let's not forget that you've been avoiding Hellfire altogether." He pointed an accusatory finger at me, "You're irritable lately."

I huffed, dropping my arms to the side. "I have not been avoiding Hellfire, Dustin." I spat, ignoring the remainder of his sentences. "As a matter-of-fact, let's get going to that club, right now." I smiled sweetly, but Dustin gulped as I grabbed his wrist and we headed out the door.

•~•~•

Dustin waltzed through the doors to Hellfire, myself not far behind. I soon felt the anger building up slowly again as I glanced at who was in my seat (which was always next to Eddie), Chrissy Cunningham.

Her hair tied tightly into a ponytail, wearing her cheer uniform, her notorious giggles reverberating in the room as she attempted to be cute, listening to Eddie's cheesy jokes. She was stunning, perfect, even. Everything that Eddie wanted, everything that I didn't have.

I gritted my teeth, oozing with resentment and sadness as I stared at the two in front of me, chit-chatting away like no one else was in the room.

I took it upon myself to change that, I was tired of feeling like this. "Hi, guys!" I shouted, trying to act casual, but the words dripped with venom.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie stuttered, quickly composing himself, baffled that I was here. He snickered soon afterwards, his usual-cockiness more defined. "Look who finally decided to join us!" He commented, clasping his hands together, staring at me.

"Yeah, it's me, don't cream your pants, Munson." I retorted, rolling my eyes, and looked back at Chrissy, "I believe you are in my seat."

"Oh, uh..." She whispered, playing with the hem of her skirt as if she was waiting for Eddie to say something. "Well?" I bit, "Are you going to keep sitting there, gapping at me like a fish out of water, or are you going to move, Pom Poms?"

"S-sorry." She stuttered, abruptly standing up and headed towards a different chair, luckily it was at the far corner of the room.

"Easy, Henderson." Eddie voiced, raising a brow, watching as I strode to my spot, clearly not understanding the change of demeanour. "It's just a spot..." He whispered, his voice smooth and velvety, if I wasn't so mad at him or Chrissy right now, I would've melted in my seat right then and there.

"Oh boy..." Dustin rubbed his temples, "I knew this was a horrible idea." He whispered, just audible for me to hear, though, I ignored him.

"You're right, it's just a spot, I'm sorry, Chrissy. Do you want it back?" I popped the K, tilting my head, waiting for her to answer. She shook her head 'no' and I grinned. "She doesn't seem to mind, Munson." I leaned back, "Go on, start." I gestured for them to embark on their campaign.

"Alrighty, then!" Dustin swallowed a lump that seemingly formed in his throat, "Let's begin." He tried his hardest to cut the tension that corrupted the atmosphere, and for a moment, I felt bad, no one else had done anything wrong, it was just me being... jealous.

•~•~•

I couldn't help but notice Eddie's eyes on me, a concerned expression planted on his features. I shook him off, involuntarily sending him a distasteful glare, which caused him to seize back.

I hated being so short tempered lately, especially with him, with Dustin, with everyone, really. I was usually timid, afraid to speak up, but I was also outgoing and cheerful when I wanted to be. I was once an easy person to talk to, but from what happened earlier before Hellfire, it's safe to say that I'm no longer that.

I had no one to blame, but myself, especially for the lack of control I had on my emotions.

I lost my desire to be here, to be around Eddie, our friends, everyone. I quit Hellfire, I avoided my eccentric best friend at all costs because my feelings were embarrassingly strong for him. I was so scared of him finding out, so I left, but mostly because I couldn't stand being in the same room as him and Chrissy, I felt replaced. I felt alone.

I couldn't hangout with him because he was always doing things with her.

I couldn't stand the fact that I had heart-eyes for him, where he had those same eyes for someone else.

It killed me.

I balled my fist, slamming them on the table, causing everyone to stare at me. "I can't be here right now, Dustin, I'll wait for you outside, I shouldn't have agreed to drive you here tonight. I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

With that said, I grabbed my things and went out the door in a hurry, tears threatening to spill from eyes.

•~•~•

"Henderson!" I hear a familiar voice call.

"Shit." I mumbled, tossing my cigarette to the ground, stomping it out, quickly trying to find my car keys in my purse.

"Hey, Henderson! Wait!" Eddie yelled, jogging over towards me.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I groan, fumbling with receipts, lipstick and gum packs, but no keys. "Where the fuck are they?!" I whined, kicking my tires.

"Woah, hey, hey." He stopped beside me, pressing his body against my vehicle.

"What do you want?" I utter, defeated.

He brought out his hand, dangling my keys in front of my face. "You left in such a hurry you forgot these." Eddie spoke, his famous shit-eating grin on his face.

"Gee, thanks." I scowl, reaching for them.

Is that really all he wanted to come out here for; to give me my keys?

Wow, that stun.

I went to grab them, but he lifted the keys up higher, my finger tips barely grasping onto them, "Real mature, Edward."

"What was that back there?" Eddie questions, ignoring my helpless attempts at reaching my keys. However, I could have sworn I seen a painful glint in his big eyes by the mere mention of his full name.

I narrowed my brows, taking a deep breath. "It was nothing."

"It was not nothing, (Y/n), you snapped back there. Why?" He beckoned for me to answer, stuffing my only escape out of here into his back pocket, "What's gotten into you, lately? You're so...so--"

"So, what, exactly?" I cut him off, "Bitchy, mean, short-tempered, tired?" I practically finished his sentence for him. "Why do you care?" I poked at his shoulder, harshly, shoving him back. "Huh? You never showed much interest about it until now." I hissed, my index finger digging deeper into his shoulder blade.

He winced and I let my hand fall.

"Yeah, precisely that." Eddie shot back, rubbing his shoulder. "You're cruel, Henderson, you know that?" He eyed me, "You stopped sitting with us at lunch, you stopped calling, you stopped showing up to Hellfire, only for me to find out from your brother that you quit." He grumbled, "When we do talk, which isn't very much might I add, you're snippy and hot-headed. What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to me, our noses barely touching.

My face flushed from both closeness and anger.

"Are you that dense, Munson?" I retaliated, catching him off guard.

"What--" He trailed, and I only chuckled half-heartedly.

"You're what happened, Edward." I breathed.

"Would you stop calling me that?" He clenched his fist and I snorted, waving my hand at him, looking down and sniffling, my waterworks starting.

"Just go." I spoke softly, lending my hand out for him, "Give me my keys, Munson."

Eddie took the keys out, but he hesitated.

"No." He snipped, "Not until you tell me what I did, I need to fix this, I need to fix us."

I looked at him, a tear rolling down my cheek and I trembled, "I'm in love with you, you idiot." I blurt, "I have been since my freshman year!" I raised my voice, "But you started hanging out with Chrissy more and more each day, pushing me aside. I couldn't stand it, I was so hurt and embarrassed that I had to quit, I had to avoid you at all cost. I hated seeing you two together, I was jealous and I felt so alone, I wanted you, but you wanted her." I cried, wiping my nose.

I waited for him to say something, but minutes passed and he wasn't budging, just my luck, right? I confess to him and this is where he rejects me and our lasting friendship is ruined.

"Forget I said any--"

I was cut off by a pair of lips crashing into my own, my eyes widened at the sudden touch.

I was trapped in between the car and Eddie's body, his hand rested beside my head, planted firmly on the car. His knee between my thighs as his other hand gripped my waist, holding me up against him.

Eddie was kissing me, but why?

He soon pulled away, a sheepish grin on his face, "God, I've been waiting to do that forever." He chuckled, looking me over. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that my sweet, sweet (e/c) eyed girl, Chrissy meant nothing to me, she was only helping me out with a promposal idea..." His face tinted pink, "I hate the idea of prom, but I wanted to do something special for you because I know how you dreamt of this day since we were kids, I wanted to give you your fairytale ending for high school, I wanted to go with you, as your date and hopefully as your boyfriend." Eddie smiled, grabbing my hands in his, "I love you, (Y/n) Henderson and only you."

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miniscule-meow · 1 year

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Not Nothing

~ 1.5 K words

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They lay out in the field behind Felix's house. The weather is finally cooperating, and the grass isn't muddy anymore, so they set up a projector to watch a movie. Though Charlie did enjoy the oversized cuddles she got the last time they watched a movie together, her arm was totally numb by the time Felix finally woke up and released her. Also, he seems to like being his full size more, which is just fine by her.

Charlie is settled somewhere above Felix's elbow. She leans back against his arm and feels his warmth radiating behind her, It's nice. His warmth is very welcome. The weather is still cold, and with the sun setting it'll only get colder. Though, she finally brought some blankets over for herself, because Felix apparently likes it cold, the cold from the ground quickly seeps through the blanket and into her. She burrows herself a little closer against his arm, when she gets an idea. She stands, holding her blanket around herself she follows his arm up to his shoulder. At her movement Felix flicks his eyes down to her.

"What are you doing?" He tenses beneath her as she kicks off her shoes and begins climbing up the seem of his shirt.

"I just wanted to come up here." she hums, still climbing " Is this okay? "

"Y-yeah of course. That's fine. Do you want a hand?" He asks tentatively, she grips onto his shirt tighter as he shifts beneath her. She looks up to see his massive arm moving over her as he reaches over himself to cup a hand underneath her. As always, she finds herself awestruck for a moment. He's just so big, and he can move so quickly. She's overshadowed by his forearm, her foot is grazed by one of his gigantic fingers. Looking down she can see the grooves of his fingerprints, details that are usually so small now displayed clearly before her.

"I got it, I'm almost there." She huffs with effort as she pulls herself over the crest of his shoulder. Once she's solidly atop him, his arm retreats, returning to rest at his side. He lays his hand across his middle. She grins up at his face. He's twisted at a bit of an awkward angle trying to get a good look at her.

"Am I more comfortable than the ground at least?" He asks.

"Yeah By like a million percent. And you're warm, which is nice." She finds a spot on his chest to settle down on.

"Ah. You just wanted to steal my warmth." She can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Guilty. But you have enough to share, right?" His gentle laughter rumbles through her, shaking the ground beneath her - he is the ground beneath her, she can't stop smiling. They fall into a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Can you hear my heartbeat?" He asks quietly, "Is it... annoying?" The hand she can see fidgets with the fabric of his shirt. He isn't trying to look at her anymore, she can't imagine that it was comfortable for his neck.

"It's not annoying, no. And for the record, I don't just hear your heartbeat, I can feel it." She presses her hands into his chest beneath her, the gentle rhythm pulses steadily. "That and your breathing. It feels like it moves the whole world around me. Like, I can feel myself moving up and down with you, like I'm on a boat in the ocean or something. And sometimes, if you're at the right angle your breathing will blow my hair around. And when you talk, your voice resonates through your chest and it sends vibrations all around me, and like, through me." He covers his face with his hands. If she wasn't already sitting she would have been toppled over by his swift movement.

"Sorry," he whispers, his voice rumbles through her even though he's talking softly. She watches his throat squeeze as he swallows thickly, "No one has ever tried to describe all that to me before. I... I guess I never thought about it... Ah, sorry!" He's blushing like mad and he knows Charlie can hear his heart pick up the pace.

"Don't be sorry. I like it! I mean, it's the coolest feeling in the world. You're just... So..." She shakes her head trying to find the words, "big." She looks across the landscape of his form, his feet seem ages away. 'Big' seems like such a lame way to describe him, he's so much more than that. She looks back up to his face to find his massive eyes staring down at her. One arm tucks behind his head, the other returns across his middle. "Every little thing you do has such a huge impact, but you're so... gentle, and I just feel so safe when I'm with you." She speaks quickly, not wanting him to stop her before she can get her thoughts out, "And I know! I know you don't like focusing on your size! I know you want me to be careful, and you're afraid of hurting me so you don't want me to be this comfortable. And I know that sure, I probably should be terrified! If you wanted to you could, you could... well, you could do anything!! You could do anything and I wouldn't be able to stop you." His jaw tightens at this, she keeps going. "I know I'm just stating the obvious here, but I literally fit in the palm of your hand!" She looks down at her own hands, trying to picture someone so tiny they could be held like that. She shakes her head. "I actually can't even imagine what that must be like for you. I mean, compared to you I'm just... So small. I mean, I'm nothing! And-"

"You aren't nothing." His voice is sharp as he cuts her off, pushing himself up so that he's sitting. The flat surface of his chest suddenly becomes a wall, she falls back into his waiting palm with a squeak. Both of his hands cup around her His face takes up her whole sky. She doesn't even feel all that high off the ground with him surrounding her like this. "Charlie. You are... You are everything to me." She lets out a small laugh, but he continues, staring down at her intently. "Seriously! When I am like this, and you're so small, I just think about how lucky I am that I can hold my best friend so close. You don't diminish in value just because you diminish in size... Comparatively. I guess you stay the same size and I- but anyway, you know what I mean. Holding you in my hands is one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had. You can probably tell, but I've never held anyone else like this. Sorry you had to be the guinea pig." He gives a small, nervous chuckle, his breath gently tousling her hair. " I can feel it when your whole hand presses against one of my fingers, and it blows my mind every time. Sometimes, I can feel your little heartbeat against my fingertips." This is too much, she would look away but he is everywhere. She covers her face, it worked for him. Unfortunately for her, he has a distinct size advantage, and he's not going to let her escape so easily. All he has to do is reach forward with his thumb and push her arms aside. "Charlie." Her eyes widen, and she thinks she might just melt from the heat of her blush as the thumb that pushed her arms away comes back to gently lift her chin. "You are the first person to ever see me. Not just a giant science experiment, or a problem to fix, or a threat, or a challenge to overcome. You see me. I ..." He shifts his thumb away, and for a moment releases her from the weight of direct eye contact as he looks away. "Look, I've done some things that I'm not proud of. Things I haven't even told you about. I've really hurt some people. I was so angry at my abilities, and just ... The whole world. Everyone said I was a monster so, I was going to prove them right. But... then I met you. And," His eyes flick back to her, "when you're with me, even if I'm a hundred feet tall I just feel so... Normal. " They share a breathless moment just looking at each other.

"So... are we gonna kiss, or..." A lopsided grin spreads across Charlie's face and Felix jolts at the suggestion. She laughs as she's fumbled in his hands.

"Whatever." His laughter shakes through her as he brings her to his chest and lays down once more.

#g/t #gt #giant tiny #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t story #tiny #giant #my writing #charlie and felix

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0perfectimperfections0 · 11 months

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What if Lou participated in the trainings and the dolls see how athletic Lou is

Sorry for bombarding you with many asks😅

At this point I'm not following the order of which these asks got chosen by the WHEEL 😂 but it's okay.

This is also set during the movie when Moxy and her friends go through the training.

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"I bet you can't."

Just simple, meaningless words. Unless you were Louis. The second the statement left Moxy's lips, he bristled and smoothly turned to face her. He had made a comment about how awful she really was doing in the training. She made a fiery comment about being better than others. He responded with a smart remark of her never being better than him. Thus, where they were now.

"Pinky, I don't tell a doll to do something that I can't do myself."

That's why he never encouraged dolls to go to the Big World.

But Moxy knew no better.

"Then do it. If you're so perfect." She crossed her arms. The Uglies watched Lou straighten and walk over to one of the running machines. It hung dolls upside down over a treadmill.

Mandy sauntered up to watch, entertained by the smug look on Moxy's face.

Granted, the treadmill was probably too easy. He did it with ease, walking on his hands. The next challenge Moxy insisted her do was the obstacle course. This was the one she had technically passed if Lou hadn't sabotaged her.

He swung onto the monkey bars. The dolls gaped as he took a different approach. He used a consistent momentum to swing his feet up, hook them around the next bar, and let gravity swing his arms to the bar in front of that one. Lou jumped into the sandbox and quickly hopped onto the rim of a paint can. He swiftly leapt over several cans at a time before jumping onto the handle of the rolling brush. He casually adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as it rolled forward. Before it reached the end, he jumped off and landed with one knee and hand on the ground.

The dolls gaped. Moxy shook herself from her stupor. "O-Okay, well, that doesn't count! Cause I would've done it too if you hadn't drawn on me!" She crossed her arms.

Lou huffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really?" Moxy narrowed her eyes before spotting the marker sitting by one of the robots. She rushed over to grab it and ran back toward Lou. "How about I show you then?"

"Gah! Get away!" Lou barely dodged being written on. Moxy continued trying to draw on him and it eventually turned into an all out chase. Lou was running from her at this point. "Put it down! I'm serious, Moxy!"

"Not until you apologize!"

"There's nothing to apologize for! It's not my fault you suck at training!"

Mandy put a face to her hand to hide her laugh. The Uglies grinned as they watched the two run around the training area.

Lou leaned away as Moxy tried to draw on him and grabbed the open end of the sharpie. "Stop being childish!"

"Maybe I like being childish!" She shot back, tugging on the marker. "It's better than being old and boring like you!"

"At least I can do the training without becoming a messy wreck!"

Moxy glared and swung a foot out to kick him in the shin. He yelped and released the marker. She took the opportunity to strike it against his cheek. Mandy and the Uglies gasped.

Lou touched his face, looking at his fingertips to see black residue on them. "You...little lint ball!" Lou lunged for her. Moxy squealed and ran off to get away from his fury.

LuckyBat looked at the others. "Should we stop them?"

UglyDog grinned as he watched the two. "Nah, let's see what happens."

Somehow, Moxy had shoved Lou to the ground on his stomach. She plopped herself onto his back, arms crossed victoriously. "This little lint ball is stronger than you."

Lou growled, vainly trying to push himself off the ground. "Get off of me! You weigh like a million pounds!"

"It's considered rude to comment about a lady's weight," Moxy sing-songed. "I'm not moving until you apologize to me."

"You need to apologize to me for marking on me!" Lou shot back. Moxy merely remained quiet, arms crossed and watching Lou squirm underneath her before he let out a heavy sigh. He had managed to pick up part of his torso, one arm folded and his head resting on his palm. "Fine," he spoke through grit teeth, "I'm...sorry for whatever it is I did."

"Nice try, Louis. You can do better than that."

He glared at the full name but conceded. "Sorry for 'sabotaging' you earlier."

"Without the air quotes!" Moxy bopped him on the head.

"Ow!" He rubbed where she had hit him. "Gosh, fine! I'm sorry for sabotaging you, alright? Now get off!"

She hummed for a second, debating if it was sufficient of an apology for her. It was better than nothing. "Fine, I'll take it. And I'm sorry for marking on your face." She finally got up and he brushed himself off. "See? Was it that hard to just say sorry?"

He glared down at her. "Very."

#writing #fanfiction #uglydolls #lou #moxy #short story #ask #mandy

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I requested to work from home today. I had a pretty terrible night. After coughing my brains out I woke up at 3am with a horrible sore throat again. I got up to get a drink and ended up kicking the end of the bed and cutting the top of my baby toe so bad it was like a flap. I was literally crying which is not something I do often for pain. I startled James awake but they took care of me. Got Neosporin and a bandaid and put a sock on my foot to keep it safe and j cried until I fell asleep.

I was beside myself though when I woke up. I tried not to over share why I was so upset but I was not emotionally able to go to work. I would work from home and Alexi was really kind about it.

I would sleep until 9. And felt slightly less like I was going to break into a million pieces. I did not feel good but at least I could be in bed when things were to much.

I had my breakfast while I worked on my laptop. I did a lot of research on turtles today. We may or may not have the turtle workshop on the 2nd but I wanted to have the worksheet packet ready.

I learned that there are 21 species of turtles in Maryland. With 3 of them being non-native and 5 being sea turtles. Amazing. I found some fun facts. Like you can tell the gender of some turtles by their eye color. And that terrapins were almost made extinct because people ate them so much.

When I wasn't doing research I was working on some craft practice. I attempted to use my new soldering iron but absolutely was not having a good time with that. I sometimes can use a soldering iron but I learned to solder with a torch and I really really struggle to get even heat with the iron. So I was very frustrated. But I'll try again another time. Today just wasn't my day.

I would finally have the space on my desk to work on my dad's pants!! And I finished that pretty quickly, despite some issues. I have never been very good at putting in zippers. But really it's that I don't have a foot for that. But I did my best. And I think he will be really happy with them. Also just being able to wear pants with his fake leg. I'll have to go visit them soon so I can give him these.

I would continue to work on my turtle research. And thinking about programing for the summer. I collected the last of my materials for my workshop tonight. I would draw for a little. I was feeling really down. Just emotionally just so low.

I took a very late lunch break at 2. And ended up falling asleep until 3. I felt slightly less morose when I woke up. I finished some stuff in the computer and went and ate a sandwich. And then my day was over.

I was freezing. I got in bed and tried to warm up. At 415 I went and made Mac and cheese and James let me know they were on their way home. I hoped we would cross paths before I left. And we did!

I was really happy to see them. Hugs and kisses and they helped me carry my stuff to the car. And then I was off.

I got to creative alliance and met with Parker about an upcoming project. Doing dioramas with kids. I hope to write up that proposal tomorrow.

After our chat I worked on setting up my program. And would run through my example so I could have a better idea of how I was going to teach this. And slowly people started coming in.

I have 10 people in the end and it went so well. Everyone was so kind. Some people had backgrounds in embroidery and cross stitch but not in regular sewing. And we would spend the first hour learning a running stitch, a whip stitch, a satin stitch, a woven satin stitch, and a ladder stitch. I would also show them a blanket stitch. And after we left the hoops I had set up everyone made a felt pin.

There were hearts and leaves and moons. The one guy in the class made Mr Yuck, which is a poison control thing? James recognized it right away. And while everyone was working I was walking around problem solving and then the people who brought things that needed mending we workshopped how that might work. And even had a few people interested in private lessons. I'm thrilled. I had such a good time.

Besides the sewing it was also just a lovely space to have conversations and I just felt great. I was able to use ally energy to not be falling apart. But as soon as I got in the car at the end, after everyone helped clean up and I said goodbye to the nice girl at the front desk, I started coughing again! And really really wanted to go home.

Thankfully I'm only 6 minutes away now. It was raining a little but I was feeling so happy it didn't bother me. I felt icky and tired but emotionally I was great.

When I got home I realized we need a wreath because in the dark I found it hard to see which one was ours. But quickly I was inside and with my husband and was very happy.

James was making Mac and cheese. And made me a little quesadilla. I got changed and looked at my toe for the first time and it was not as scary as I feared. James had bandages it well and I think it stuck the flap back on. Hopefully it heals quickly.

I got a shower and washed my hair. The water was a little cool still but I struggled through. I cared more about being clean then comfortable. Because now I am in bed and I'm really comfortable so it was worth it.

James is here. Sweetp is already asleep. I think I am going to try to sleep now too.

I am going to go to work tomorrow. And I'm determined to have a good day. And then Celia is coming over after work to make art together. I'm excited to show she the house.

I hope I feel better tomorrow. I love you all. Sleep well. Be safe. Goodnight!

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tootiredforyourshit3963 · 1 year

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Way Down

been a second. college sucks. life is rough. but i found this in the drafts. i was gonna have this be a part of the storyline but i just never got round to connecting the dots. hope y'all like angst

warnings: major character death, strong language, gore, violence

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I held my breath from my spot in the corner as footsteps slowly padded by.

"Reaper, status." Price spoke in my ear.

"I have the vile."

I scanned the room, locking onto a door leading to the roof, and booked it. My feet propelled me forward as I smacked into the metal panel, pushed it open, and stumbled out into the rain.

I had made it to the ledge of the building as Jackson's voice cut through the air.

"Don't." He growled, "Just give me what I want and no one needs to get hurt."

I scoffed, "That what you told Kenny?"

"This place is rigged to explode. Get out of there now." Roach's voice was urgent.

I glanced off the building. It was way too high for me to jump.

"No can do, I'm stuck on the roof."

"Soap and Ghost are headed your way now."

I turned back to Jackson.

"What do you want with the plans." I needed to stall for time.

"I'm doing everyone a favor," he began "Cleansing the world."

He was fucking crazy.

"Oh?" I could hear propellors in the distance.

"You could have been a part of this, Lendell." Jackson rose his arms. "A new beginning."

"Yeah, because killing millions of innocents is the way to do it," A bitter taste filled my mouth.

"Their deaths are essential-" He was cut off as the entire building shuttered.

I stumbled off of the ledge, catching myself as the helio flew into view.

Jackson lurched forward, I kicked the gun from his hands, sending it flying to the side. He screamed in anger, reaching out and grabbing hold of my neck.

I gasped and dug my nails into his face, earning a yell of pain but it did nothing to loosen his hold.

Darkness edged at my vision, beckoning me into its embrace.

Suddenly the pressure was gone and I fell to my knees, coughing and gagging as I regained consciousness.

Jackson knelt a few paces ahead of me, cursing as he held his side, blood dripping onto the ground. I whipped my head to see Ghost looking up from his rifle. Soap by his side.

"Thanks for that." I nodded thankfully as the building shuddered again. The place was about to fall apart.

"Jump!" Soap reached his arm out as the building began to collapse.

I sprinted, forcing my body to move faster as I lept, but my foot slipped as the concrete below me gave out.

I just barely caught his hand, swinging as the helio tilted.

Something grabbed my ankle and looked down to see Jackson holding on to me. The tendon in my shoulder burned as I dangled in the air, rain pouring down around us.

Ghost caught Soap's other arm, gripping the interior to keep us in place.

I kicked at his face, planting a solid hit before a knife imbedded itself into my leg. I let out a shout of pain, kicking again but my energy was draining fast.

A feeling of dread pooled in my stomach as my hand began to slip, blood and water mixing as it dripped from my leg.

I could see Soap cursing in pain as Ghost's feet slipped, causing my body to lurch.

Roach and Price's voices echoed in my ears, but I couldn't focus on what they were saying as I studied the men above me, blinking the rain from my vision.

My team.

The assholes who picked me up off the side of the road and accepted me as their own.

My friends.

Soap was struggling, his injuries were just as bad as my own. We both knew that.

I also knew that he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.

Something settled in my head, resolve replacing the despair in my gut.

Simon's feet slipped again.

Johnny's eyes flickered between my own, "Cris, don't."

I still had a job to do.

He shouted in alarm as my hand relaxed, slipping from his grasp as Jackson and I tumbled through the air.

I grabbed the knife from my leg and yanked it out, ignoring the flare of pain as I did.

Grappling onto Jackson, I burried the blade into his neck and yanked. Ripping his throat open and finally killing the bastard.

Pushing his body away from mine, a smile pulled at my lips as I fell, the familiar feeling wrapping me in comfort.

"Cris!" I could hear my name as I descended, tears mixing with the rain as I went.

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Ghost POV:

Too long.

It took too fucking long to clear the area before we could get back to the demolished building.

It had stopped raining by the time we returned to the blast site, clouds parting to reveal the clear sky.

The team practicly tore apart the rubble, looking for any sign of Cris.

"Found her!" Roach screamed from a few feet away, causing the rest of us to run over.

My knees collided with the ground as I reached his side, helping him push the rubble off.

Gripping Cris by the shoulders, I pulled her out, laying her head in my lap as Soap checked the injuries. I could feel the chill of her skin as I put my fingers to her neck, checking for a pulse.

It was faint, but I could feel her heartbeat.

"Still alive."

Blood spattered her clothes, leaving a crimson mark on the ground where she lay. A large cut leaking from her temple, staining half of her face. The rest of her injuries hidden by her clothes were revealed as Soap removed her vest.

My heart dropped to my feet as we took in the gaping wound in her chest as if someone had stuck a rod through it and yanked it out. Leaving her skin bloody and tattered.

"Shit." Price hissed.

"Price?" She peeled her eyes open, wincing as she did.

I placed my hands on either side of her head, holding her still.

"Right here, kid." I whispered. "We all are."

Her body shook as a cough racked through her, spitting out blood onto her chin.

"I don't feel so good." She slurred, eyes rolling back in her head as she desperately tried to stay awake.

Her hand twiched and Soap took it in his own, rubbing the back of his thumb against it.

"It's alright lass," His voice was tight as he lied. "You'll be okay."

She smiled, wincing through the pain as she looked up at him.

"No..." She whispered. "I won't."

No one objected. Her body shutting down, unable to pull through this time.

Her lip trembled as she mulled over the thought, a single tear running down the side of her face and onto my hand.

"I'm not ready to be done." She croaked.

Pierce knelt by her side, brushing the hair out of her face. "You did well, Cris."

There was a pang in my heart as I clenched my jaw.

"We got you," I reassured her.

"Always," Roach stepped into her view as she took a long look at each of us, soaking up the time she had left.

"I know," Cris whispered. "You always have."

Her free hand tried to lift off the ground as she tilted her head back to look at me.

"Your face..." her words were weak.

I swallowed before reaching up, pulling the cloth from my face. The cold breeze swept through my hair and chilled my face.

Cris smiled. "Simon."

Her thumb grazed my cheek gently, leaving a smear of blood in its place.

I nodded, ignoring the sting in my eyes.

"That's me."

Minuets passed as we sat in silence, surrounding her, supporting her as her grip loosened in Soap's hand.

Her eyes flickered to the sky, sighing as she took in the view. I tore my gaze from her face and looked to the horizon. The sun had begun to rise, spilling over the mountains and staining the sky a breathtaking array of colors. As if saying goodbye.

"Pretty..." She hummed, eyes fluttering shut as the life drained from her body.

Soap's chin dropped to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "She's gone."

A wave of nausea washed over me. Dread clinging to my bones as someone yelled in frustration behind me.

Price stood, looking at the helio as it touched down a few meters away.

I continued to stare down at her face. It was calm as if she was just taking a nap. A slight smile on her lips.

"Time to go, boys." Price's voice was tired.

Soap hesitated before setting her hand gently on her chest and stood. A slight stutter in his step as he went.

I finally shifted, slipping my mask back on, and moved my arms under her legs and back as I picked her up. Her head rolled back as I stood.

My body moved on its own accord as we trudged to the aircraft.

Medics rushed out to me, hands reaching out to take her from my grasp.

"Don't" I growled, tightening my grip on her body as they backed off.

My mind was hazy as we stepped in, I gently set her down on the stretcher in the middle of the hangar and stood, gazing down at the blood on my hands.

It hadn't been the first time I had lost a teammate, but this time was different somehow. Anger flashed through my body, making my vision go white for a moment before it fizzled out. Grief taking its place.

Wrong. This felt wrong.

I fell back into the seat, resting my forearms on my legs and head my hands.

Someone gripped my shoulder and I looked up to see Soap gazing down at me. His eyes were blank, void of emotion as he took his place next to me.

The flight home was silent.

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#fanfic #cod #john soap mactavish #simon riley #ghost cod #price cod #video ganes #angst

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shamelessler · 2 years

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id like to apologize in advance for the severe lack in actual content. please, have these awful lee!mettaton headcanons.

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His tickle laugh is like super embarrassing to him but literally everyone else thinks it's just the cutest fucking thing, he definitely snorts a whole bunch and squeals. Doesn't really squeak, in replacement of squeaking instead their like little beeping noises omg:') the best part is the more embarrassed he is the more they happen. One time he was tickled senseless by Alphys and begged for mercy so Alphys decided to ease up on him, targeting Mettaton's melt spots and teasing Mettaton so much to the point where he was so flustered that he stopped laughing entirely and it was just the little beeps with little hiccups peppered in. Alphys thought it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen(bcuz it wass) and teased him over it, just making it a million times worse for Mettaton

Mettaton totally covers his face when he's tickled. Like it's just his automatic reaction. The ler of course doesn't like that and tells Mettaton to stop covering his face or said ler will hold Mettaton's arms up which is soo much worse.

Kicks feet and flails when tickled, cannot keep still for the life of him.

Lowkey touched starved

Tummy kisses. Don't even get me fucking started. These absolutely KILL him. His tummy is honestly so ticklish already because of his heart there being so sensitive but if you just feel the need to go and kiss it then he'll die. Imagine screechy giggles with little beeps and snorts🥺 If you somehow pin this 7 foot tall monstrosity then you should totally take the chance to give a bunch of little kisses on his tummy but also everywhere else he'll fucking melt and his bratty exterior will melt away and you can get right to his mushy gushy bits. (that sounds weird but its not: D)

Bratty ass lee. Like I'm not even overexagerating he is such a brat. He also tries to delay the tickles by teasing the ler and trying to overpower them while their flustered. This has worked a couple times with Alphys because I mean...It's Alphys. But when Alphys has help then Mettaton can easily be overpowered.

Doesn't get lee moods like ever but on the rare occasion that he does he ends up antagonizing Alphys but she sees thru Mettaton and thinks its so funny/cute that Mettaton was trying to antagonize her into tickling him and she ends up giving him a really hard time about it while wrecking the shit outta him

Revenge tickles when their directed at him😳

Mettaton's worst spots:

The little heart on his tummy

Feet

Sides

Mettaton's melt spots:

Turning their little dial things omg:')

Hands (usually accompanied by ecessive beeping, d'aww)

NECK.

Words and things that fluster Mettaton that r sorta associated to tickling:

Tummy

Footsies

Gigglebug

Tickle variants but not the word tickle itself

Basically just being treated like a child💀

Nicknames, nicknames, NICKNAMES

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yall made me put out lee!mettaton content all by MYSELF? shame /lh

#theres a mettaton shaped hole in my mettaton shaped heart #lee!mettaton #ticklish mettaton #tickle mettaton #undertale tickling #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #mettaton headcanons #weewooweewoo

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savior-of-humanity · 11 months

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Stepping out of my Leon S. Kennedy Brainrot briefly to nerd the fuck out on Vash the Stampede for a second (I'm also going to be putting this under the cut again because this WILL get Super Long);

Something I'm really, really, really fascinated by is just how fucking insane his reflexes are.

Like, watch the first ten seconds of this clip really quick.

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Now, I should clarify that Vash, canonically, is not a human being. He's basically an alien that looks like a human but does not have the same physical limitations as the average homo sapiens.

But regardless of that? The shit he pulls off in that video, not just the whole bullet-dodging thing, is FUCKING INSANE.

Let me put this into perspective for you using the one thing that I know can remotely compare to this kind of reaction speed; a Spartan-II, aka somebody like John-117.

Spartans, as we know, are augmented. Insanely augmented. "I can shatter a man's nose by flicking it" and "I literally pulverized a man's cock and balls and shattered his entire pelvis at age 14 by kicking him in the nuts in a 1v4 against several trained soldiers" levels of augmented.

To grab a quote from Halopedia on Spartan reflexes in particular, from the Project: ASTER page specifically;

Their reaction time, while impossible to chart accurately, was estimated to be twenty milliseconds. The Spartans' reaction times were noted to be significantly faster in combat situations or with assistance from an AI. The reaction times of the SPARTAN-IIs were so fast that they, in heightened states of stress, were able to think, react and see things as if everything around them were simultaneously occurring at both a slow and rapid pace - a phenomenon dubbed "SPARTAN Time" by Kelly-087. The motion of a Spartan in combat is nearly impossible for an outsider to follow, their movement appearing as a blur. These reflexes allowed Spartans to successfully dodge gunfire on certain occasions.

Note the words, "successfully dodge gunfire on certain occasions."

Before I continue I want to also point out that, for reference's sake, a lightning strike hits the ground at around fifty milliseconds, or 270,000 miles per hour. The flash of light associated with the lightning strike? 670 MILLION miles per hour.

Now, I asked r/HaloStory on reddit for some more precise math/examples of Spartan reflexes, because I am Not Smart when it comes to math, and there's no way I'm going to give myself a headache trying to calculate the reaction time of a brick shithouse.

First, let's give some visual (and text) examples of Spartan reflexes and strength in action. Here's a clip of Cal-141 going toe-to-toe against a pissed off Jiralhanae. Here's a gif from the Forward Unto Dawn of a marine getting hit by a needler projectile, and John stepping in to tank the next hit. Here's a bit from a comic of a Spartan-II dodging a shot from a beam rifle. Here's a few text excerpts from what I believe is the Fall of Reach novel of Spartans in action; 1 2 3

Now, for some math, courtesy of a redditor; let's assume that "point-blank" range is anywhere within the range of 6 feet, at maximum, between the target and the shooter. The average 9mm bullet travels 1300 meters in a single second; it can travel 6 feet in 6/1300ths of a second, or about 4.615 milliseconds.

A Spartan-II isn't fast enough to dodge a bullet shot at them from six feet away.

VASH THE STAMPEDE IS DODGING BULLETS SHOT LESS THAN HALF A FOOT AWAY FROM HIM.

I need to repeat this because it's still fucking mindblowing even for me.

VASH THE MOTHERFUCKING STAMPEDE IS CASUALLY DODGING BULLETS SHOT LESS THAN HALF A FOOT AWAY FROM HIM.

He's literally moving so fast that it looks as though he's straight up teleporting; there's no blur of his body in motion like what you'd see in a Spartan II. You literally can't see his body moving out of the way of the bullet. The only times you see his body and clothes moving is when he's already dodged the fucking bullet.

Combined with his insane accuracy that at minimum is on the level of Linda-058, who shot a pilot out of a moving Banshee while upside down, and I genuinely think that Vash the Stampede could solo a Spartan-II, assuming he had a means of not getting into melee range of said Spartan (because while he has almost literal god-like reflexes, he is NOT that fast when he's actually running.)

#ooc #the humanoid typhoon; vash the stampede #hi yeah as you can see i had the mother of all relevations here #trigun #trigun stampede #savior of humanity; master chief #halo

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Unexpected Reunion - Ch. 2

A/N: I was inspired by @let-me-love-you-loki and her amazing fics and I decided to write out the fictions I wanted to, for me. This is an AU pairing of my main OC Sabrina ‘Rina’ McMahon and Nick Jackson of the Young Bucks! I also tried going back and forth between perspectives for the first time!

Chapter 1

On with Chapter 2~

Nick I was only vaguely familiar with what hit me in the head, and the surprise was enough to send me over to my back. The laughs from the guys let me know they knew precisely what they were doing.

"Nick?" God, her voice saying my name was a drug I was willing to hit a thousand times a day. She giggled, and I opened my eyes to see her above me. Another sight I wanted to repeat a million times. "You okay?"

"Physically, yes. My ego will be bruised and require treatment for many days; I'll be accepting applications for a nurse." In joking, I figured I could slip in a subtle flirtation and see how she responded. She giggled again, stepping back as I got to my feet and dusted myself off.

"My schedule is completely open, Nick. You just let me know when you need some…attention…" A blush bloomed across the apples of her cheeks, and she skipped toward the group, leaving me dazed in her wake. I needed a moment to shake the cobwebs free and process that. Heat raced up to my face as the rest of the group enjoyed laughing at the exchange.

"I might take you up on that," I grumbled as I walked into step with my brother. He just shook his head at me as we continued our way back to the building. Things fell back to regular conversations, and soon we piled ourselves into the elevator. We offloaded onto our respective floors, and everyone disappeared down the halls to their rooms.

Rina As the group split up for the night, I couldn't get to my room fast enough. My boldness soon ran away from me, and I kicked myself for what I allowed myself to say to Nick. Around the rest of the group as well, no less. Hopefully, it would all be forgotten in the morning until AJ grabbed me by the belt loops of my jeans.

"Hold on there, cowgirl. What's with you and Nick?" He backed me up against the wall with a Cheshire-like grin. I looked down at the carpet sheepishly. The only answer I could give with any certainty was a shrug. AJ wasn't accepting this as an answer, though, crossing his arms across his chest and awaiting further explanation. I sighed, took him by the shoulder, and asked him to come into my room. I didn't want to blast this tale to everyone in the hallway. Once inside the room, I plopped on the bed with a sigh. AJ sat at the foot of the bed and gestured with his hand that the floor was mine.

"So back in TNA, I met both of the Jacksons in 2009 and 2010. They were working with the Guns then, and Caly had a short fling with Matt. We spent a lot of time together, and back then, at least, Nick had a bit of a puppy dog crush on me." I looked down as the blush bloomed across my cheeks again. "I thought he was the sweetest thing ever, but I was in a relationship. And seeing him again gave me feelings I didn't know were still there. At least on my side."

"Oh, he is still a puppy for you. He couldn't take his eyes off you, not from when we met with them. And it's maybe cute; I think he'd be good for you." I stared at my best friend in wonder. No way he could still have feelings for me! A good, sweet, kind, and gentle soul like that couldn't possibly be interested in a misfit like me. I shook my head in disbelief. AJ ruffled my hair. "We'll see. I'm sure you won't be able to pretend not to notice for long. Just try to enjoy yourself here, alright?"

"AJ, thanks again for inviting me along," My best friend got up and went back to his room, and I laid back on the bed. AJ's take on Nick and how he felt about me replayed in my head. I hadn't noticed him staring, where I certainly had with Marty. At that moment in the restaurant, I bumped into his hand, and we locked eyes, but that could be a fluke. Curling up on the bed, I pledged to be more aware in the coming days.

Nick The following day I woke up and decided to accompany Matt on his morning jaunt for coffee. I didn't drink the stuff often, but I knew she did. And as luck would have it, she was already at the station where the coffee was. I quickly straightened out my sleep-rumpled shirt and smoothed back my ponytail. Matt watched this with an entertained smile on his face. He went over to the station and casually bumped Rina with his shoulder.

"Good morning," He greeted her. "Not sure how I feel about someone beating me to the coffee," She laughed, throwing her hair back out of her face.

"Morning. You'll have to get up early to beat me to coffee, Mr. Jackson." She turned around and rested against the corner of the counter. "Oh, good morning to you too, Nick!" I could feel my cheeks heat up with her noticing me and sounding so happy.

"I had to ensure my big brother stayed on his best behavior while searching out the solution to his caffeine addiction." I teased as he looked back at me with a scowl.

"Spoken like a true younger sibling," She said, toasting me with her paper cup.

"Oh, no wonder you guys get along so well. Annoying younger siblings." Matt quipped with a smirk.

"No wonder you're so uppity, stuck-up older siblings," Rina responded, not missing a beat and giving a smirk of her own. My brother and I burst out laughing as we moved away from the counter and towards a seating area in the corner. Rina followed us as the rest of the group shuffled along from the elevator bay and joined us.

Rina Settling into the overstuffed chair, I felt very much at ease with the group around me. I could get used to this, I thought. I brought the warm coffee to my lips with a smile and inhaled its aroma. Oh yes, I could get used to this...

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 28, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault

WORDS: 2899

I woke up the next morning to skin on skin with my soulmate, my body still tucked into his nightshirt. I was feeling better than I had the night before, but Peter had his arms wrapped snuggly around me, making escape almost impossible without having to wake him up. So instead, I just rested against him and distracted myself by thinking about our future.

I knew that he had already began making plans for our new house, judging on how he wanted to involve me in planning, so I decided that we could sit down and do some planning today. I wondered if he wouldn’t mind me taking control over the cosmetics and pretty little things while he got the other stuff like plumbing and electricals.

Did Peter want me to change my last name after we were married? I wondered if Peter Steele was his real name or if it was just a pseudonym. Did I want to go by Mary Claire Bradley, Mary Claire Steele or a combination of the two?

I knew I wanted kids, but not at once- I wanted my body to have time to heal from little girl, but I didn’t know if Peter would want to wait a year and a half, two years tops for me to be ready. And I wondered if he wanted a little boy with my wild red curls and his green eyes or a little girl with his brunet hair and my blue eyes. I’ve always seen myself as a mother to at least two kids, but now that I was a surrogate, I wasn’t so sure about how many I wanted. I also knew that I didn’t want a large brood of ten kids- growing up with seven older brothers and two younger sisters had been a hectic adventure, one that I didn’t want to pass down the family tree if I could help it.

“Sweetheart, what are you thinking about?” Peter mumbled sleepily, rolling over with me in his arms still. “I can practically hear your brain buzzing at a million miles an hour.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, placing a good morning kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I wish I could turn it all off, but I can’t.”

“Are you alright? Do you need anything? Is little girl okay?” His green eyes looked at me with worry, seemingly settling down when a little foot kicked the two of us. “Good morning in there, little girl. I trust you slept well?”

PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK KICK

Peter chuckled before turning to me and asking, “And how did you sleep last night, sweetheart?”

“Really good, despite having a nasty panic attack yesterday,” I answered. “I think sleeping inside your shirt works wonders for me.”

He chuckled once more, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Yeah?” he murmured gently, kissing me gently.

“Yeah.” I hummed quietly. “But listen, I’ve been thinking-”

“Uh oh.” I saw genuine fear cross over into Peter’s eyes.

“No, not ‘uh oh’ more like thinking about our future,” I giggled. “Like, how many kids do you want? Come on, give me a number.”

“At least three,” he answered. “Why, how many kids do you want?”

“At least two,” I answered. “Wait, do you mean you want three kids of your own or are you okay with little girl and two Steele babies?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you decided to call it quits after two of my own,” he answered. “But honestly? I fucking love kids- always have, always will. My first niece was born when I was about four or five.”

“Wait, how old are your sisters again?” I squawked.

“My sisters are all about two years apart,” he explained patiently. “Annette, Barbara, Patricia, Pamela with Cathy being eight years older than me.”

“Wow,” I blinked. “Your poor father.”

“Dad was in his forties when I was born,” he shrugged. “My childhood nickname was ‘Oopies’.”

“That’s mean,” I sniggered.

“Yeah.” He chuckled, the rumbles from his chest making me giggle.

“How long do you want to wait before trying?” I asked.

His eyes glinted with excitement and I felt him beginning to get hard.

“Calm down there now, cowboy,” I clucked. “I would ideally like to wait until after my body is finished healing from little girl.”

“Okay,” he hummed, bringing me down for a kiss. “How long do you want to wait?”

“Like a year and a half, two years, tops,” I answered automatically. “Mom had my brothers practically back to back.”

“Wow,” he whistled.

“Yeah, she was in a cult like church with her first husband- the boys’ father,” I explained. “She never really talked about it much, but from what I understand, she left the church after her then husband died.”

“Oh.” Peter quickly changed the subject. “What else is on your mind?” He reached up and tucked my red curls back behind my ear.

“Do you want me to change my name?” I blurted out.

“What?” It was his turn to blink. “I’m sorry sweetheart, come again?”

“Do you want me to go by Mary Claire Bradley, Mary Claire Steele or a mixture of our last names?” I brought the question on my mind to life.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he chuckled before sighing. “Peter Thomas Ratajczyk.”

“What?” I dumbly asked, leaning my elbows on his chest to be a bit higher than he was.

“My legal name is Peter Thomas Ratajczyk,” he repeated himself, chuckling at my face. “My father is from Poland originally and my mother’s nationality is French.”

“Oh.” I squeaked as he flipped us so that he was now the one hovering over me. “Do you speak Polish or French?”

“Nah,” was his answer before he maneuvered himself out of his shirt, leaving me wearing it. “I’ll be back in a minute, alright, sweetheart?”

With no shirt on, I’m treated to a view of his deliciously large body, thick muscle covering him, and various ink and soulmarks cover all of that. I got lost in it for a moment, I wanted to reach out and trace my hands over the soulmarks on his shoulders and the ones that slide down his arms and over his hands. He’s beautiful, in every sense of the word.

I nodded, watching as he left my bedroom, his back bearing my winged soulmark. I sighed happily as I flopped back into my pile of pillows and began to absentmindedly massage my aching tit. I hissed in pain as my tit leaked milk and I scrambled out of Peter’s shirt to try and save it from needing to be washed.

“Sweetheart?”

Peter was at my side in a fraction of a second, his face full of worry.

“My tits are leaking,” I grumbled. “I HATE being pregnant.”

“Can I-” he started to offer, his eyes lighting up as I yanked his face to my tit.

“All yours,” I chuckled, gasping softly as he began to feed ravenously.

My toes curled, my back arched, sounds spilled out of my mouth as he worked his fingers underneath my underwear. I folded my fingers into his sleep tangled hair and anchored him to me, wrapping my legs around his waist and locking my ankles in the small of his back.

I came with a moan, tossing my head back as my orgasm shattered my body. Peter worked me through my release, gently overstimulating me until I was twitching and whining.

“Easy now sweetheart, fuck, you’re so good to me,” he gently murmured, leaving a cluster of loving kisses on my tit. “Would you like me to do the other?” I nodded, unable to speak, causing him to give out a little laugh before resuming to feeding from me.

“Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker…” I gasped as he began to press on my little love button, the pressure making the coil in my stomach burst into oblivion. A loud, keening moan left my mouth before I went limp, sagging into the throne of pillows that were supporting me.

Peter sat up, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. I whined as he stood and slipped his arms underneath me before carrying me from my bedroom. I curled into him, cooing as he entered the bathroom. He sat me down onto the toilet and worked on filling the tub with warm water, throwing in a bubble bomb before stripping me of his shirt and my underwear.

Little girl began kicking once I was in the water. I placed my hands over my stomach and began to hum a soft lullaby while Peter knelt next to the tub and tied my hair up and back out of my face.

“Which one’s yours?” he asked me softly, kissing the mermaid behind my ear as his hand hovered over three washcloths- one green, one purple and one pink.

“The green one,” I slurred. He smiled as he opened it up and dipped it into the water, lathering it up with bubbles before beginning to gently scrub at my skin, leaving loving kisses every so often.

“Green is my favorite color,” he reminded me, working on my back.

“Are you in Slytherin?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m sorry, what?” he blinked as I perked up a bit.

“Slytherin, the ambitious and resourceful house of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” I told him. “My parents and all seven brothers are Slytherins, while my sisters and I are Gryffindors.”

“No idea what they are,” he chuckled.

“You’ve never seen Harry Potter?” I asked. “Well, I now know what we’re doing today.”

~xoXox~

“Good luck… Harry Potter.”

I squeaked with excitement as Peter reached out and took my hand into his, gently drawing me in between his knees. I reclined back into his chest, cooing softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Little girl then kicked at my soulmate’s hand, as though saying I’m here! Pay attention to me!

Before I knew it, Dumbledore had awarded Gryffindor the house cup and the final credits were rolling. I stood and was dragged back into Peter’s lap.

“What are you doing?” he whined.

“Peter, I need to get started on the bread for faire this weekend,” I told him. “Also, are you hungry? I was going to crisp up some chicken for lunch.”

He let me go at “chicken” but still followed me into the kitchen, where I pointed to the island for him to seat himself. I began to bustle about, getting flour and Panko mix out of the cupboard and the chicken from the freezer.

“Sammi says my chicken is better than KFC,” I told my soulmate with a grin. “I’d don’t really eat out much, I don’t like to put unhealthy food in my body. Every once in a while, sure! But not like every single night. Diabetes and heart problems run on my daddy’s side of the family, and I am not going to make myself sick.”

“Plus, you have little girl,” he added, leaning across the counter and folding his hands together.

“Yeah,” I smiled, leaning up against the fridge as I folded my hands onto my belly. “Exactly.”

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH KICK

“Remind agaun me how far along you are?” he asked, gazing at me with hearts in his eyes.

“About twenty seven and a half weeks along,” I smiled. “Do you want a mini Peter or a mini Mary Claire?”

“A little girl,” he answered almost automatically. “I grew up in an all girl family, I’m most comfortable around the ladies.”

“It doesn’t matter either way for me,” I answered. “But I’d absolutely love a little boy with your hair and my eyes.”

“My hair isn’t naturally black,” he chuckled, taking his phone out of his back pocket. He handed me his phone and I cooed at the boy in the picture.

“You are so fucking adorable!” I squealed, handing the phone back to him. “Wait here.” I grabbed four thick textbook-like books and opened them to the back, where there were a bunch of photos stuffed in envelopes. I fingered through them before pausing and pulling out a few pictures and handing them to him.

“Wow,” he breathed as he looked at me in my cheer uniform. I stood with my feet shoulder length apart and my fists on my hips. I wore a beaming smile on my face and pompoms were in my hands. “Do you still have the uniform?”

“Sure do,” I grinned. “Why, do you want to see it?”

“I want to see you in it,” he growled. “And then I want to undress you myself.”

I promptly turned bright pink as I busied myself with dumping a bag of French fries onto a pan.

“How hungry are you?” I mumbled, avoiding his emerald green eyes.

“Starving.” I squeaked nervously at how deep his voice had gotten as I set the time on the stove for twenty five minutes. “Sweetheart?”

“Peter, I know you want to have sex with me, but…” I trailed off as I plugged in the bread machine and started to measure out the dry ingredients to pour in. “I’m just not comfortable or ready yet from sexual penetration. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck sweetheart, don’t be.” Peter sighed and pushed the yearbooks and photos aside before grabbing me by the hips and hoisting me up onto the counter. “Please accept my apology- I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, truly.”

I hummed out my forgiveness as I sank into his chest.

“How many one night stands have you had?” I asked quietly.

“Sweetheart.” He took a deep intake of breath before reaching up to cup at my cheek. “I don’t know.”

“Honestly?” I quirked up an eyebrow at his answer.

“Honestly.” He bowed his head, all of a sudden unable to meet my eyes. “When I was using, I would have anywhere upwards of four girls in my hotel room in a single day.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head at his confession.

“Are you clean?” I squeaked, not moving into or away from his touch.

“Yes,” he breathed, connecting our foreheads together. “Yes, I am clean sweetheart.”

“I believe you,” I murmured. “I believe you.” I closed my eyes and we sat there in silence, our heartbeats the only sound that could be heard.

THUD THUMP

“Are you ready for Chamber of Secrets?” I asked after a few minutes had passed. His answer was a sweet kiss pressed to my lips.

“Where has this franchise been my entire life?” he chuckled as he scooped me up and carried me back out to the couch.

“The books are better,” I told him. “J.K. Rowling is a genius with words.”

“There are books?” His eyes bugged out.

“Yup,” I answered as I located Chamber of Secrets. “For the book releases, Barnes and Nobels would have a midnight extravaganza- snacks, games, costume contest, the whole nine yards. Then at the stroke of midnight, the books would by available to purchase. Those were the good old days.”

“Sounds like you had fun as a kid.” He looked horrified at his words.

“Honestly, my up bringing wasn’t all that bad, aside from mom behaving like a grade A bitch most the time,” I snorted. “She says she has anxiety- I say she has a major case of bitchingitis.”

I slipped the DVD into the disk player and retreated back to the couch for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

~xoXox~

I handed Peter a plate with fried breaded chicken and French fries and a bottle of Coca Cola before reseating myself next to him.

“Sammi is right,” he hummed around a mouthful of chicken. “This is better than KFC.”

I beamed at the compliment and the two of us just sat there watching as Harry and Ron pushed Lockheart down into the chamber before following.

“There’s more in the kitchen if you’re still hungry,” I told him, popping a fry into my mouth.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he mumbled through a full mouth. “You cook, you bake… fuck, you’re perfect.” I couldn’t help the eyeroll that snuck out of me. “But I know what you’re going to say sweetheart. You are truly perfect in my eyes. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says- you are perfect. I love you, sweetheart.”

I squeaked quietly, setting my now empty plate aside before curling into his chest.

“I love you too,” I murmured softly, letting him lift my chin and place a fierce kiss to my lips.

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A hospital appointment looms. I’m okay with my regular gym days, they are part of my life, nothing unexpected is going to happen and I enjoy them. Everything else that’s time based is stressful. I get anxious the day before and no matter how well I prepare - getting the information right, having any paperwork ready, and doing yoga and other calming things the day before, I probably won’t sleep well and I start the day on the back foot.

This one is with someone I’ve met before, but at a new location. Without GPS I’d get there okay, it’s not as though I don’t know the general area, but I might easily be hot and sweaty and in tears by the time I actually find the place. With GPS the stress is ameliorated to some extent. Also, I’m annoyed with myself because when I made the appointment I was getting a lot of neck pain and he’d offered a nerve blocker, so I thought if I had that it might help keep me moving through the winter. Since that flare up my neck hasn’t exactly had the mobility of a child’s, but even so, it’s not so bad. Am I wasting his time by going? I’m still in the low grumbling foothills of migraine and could live without it, myself, but still I feel like cancelling is wrong. I cancelled ENT last week because I was too ill to drive and it was in Worthing. Having a camera threaded through my nostrils isn’t exactly fun at the best of times, but even if I’d got there some other way I’d have been so sensitive with the migraine it would have been hideous. I can’t remember ever having cancelled a hospital appointment before. I annoy myself with my propensity to do as I’m told. It doesn’t necessarily serve me. As I write I think about the posters they put up in surgeries warning that missed appointments cost the NHS millions, and I think probably other people cancel a lot and don’t give it a second thought.

Well, anyway.

Yesterday I FaceTimed with Hazel in the morning and we talked about Louise. I said that when I visited one of the things she told me was that she missed having a massage even though she isn’t sitting at a desk all day any more, and she’s on a lot of meds. I know well that lying around all day brings its own aches and pains. Hazel suggested I send her the body scan meditation I made years ago for her to play to Tutu, and I dig it out.

I’m not used to hearing my own voice. I still cringe when I hear it recorded. I’m the same with photographs. I’m not proud of this, if anything it feels shameful, that it might be a kind of arrogance? Anyway, what’s interesting is that when I play it through it isn’t so embarrassing any more. Hazel’s idea was that Louise might prefer listening to my voice than someone else’s. It’s not as though there aren’t enough of this sort of thing kicking about the internet.

This is from a time when I was immersed in meditation and the teaching and learning of it, and it really shows. I don’t think I could give as good a guided meditation today. I still listen to various kinds of body scan, usually Yoga Nidra and more recently guided Astral Projection, but I haven’t led a meditation in a good decade.

I’ve walked the dog and done a load of laundry, so apart from the hospital that’s the day done, and when I get back I have nothing hanging over me. I hold that in my mind to fend off the onerous task.

#meditation #body scan #original writing #actually adhd #actually autistic #daily life #migraine #yoga nidra #astral projection #hospital #medicalisation #death and dying #SoundCloud

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Watch "Jeepers Creepers Reborn - Official Trailer" on YouTube

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As it goes I do have this character too I say its father or it's me,

Really I'm only disrespecting myself because my son would take after myself and my wife and she is a beauty and I'm going to have to set up all sorts of controls and systems maybe even drones

Zues

Well that's how it is we end up talking about him he gets mad they listens he's angry that's how we are so time to control it and he learned about it I said here it's extremely difficult I'm angry at them when I look at them and I see what they're doing I'm angry I read the code it makes me angrier and I understand why she's doing it and it makes me angry and we have to stop her what she's doing is telling people where to go to cause a problem and really will be minor but that's what they're up to and usually it's your dumb assholes downstream 90 minutes 100% in time and watching this thing about glacial till and the ravine so some people call it and and what she's doing is dumb and very illegal you're not supposed to be there and dangerous and if she has explosives they're going to execute her on site fully and they did check and she didn't have them but they'd arrest her because it's off limits and it's foreigners. She's also telling them to go after foreigners and it's the last ditch effort they're going to all be dead shortly and I'm the kind of person who goes after them and I've been working with my grandmother parsley and she is a massive b**** but part of it is due to the union with the lower level demon vampire. And the other part is she is a devout Satanist and very evil and she says my name and says it in vain all the time he doesn't know my real name. And I keep telling her it's a very dangerous thing for you to keep saying that and she keeps saying it out loud and I heard him I said don't say it you're making more trouble for yourself not for him cuz he can just call kju and kill everybody and she said for myself with who said other idiots. So she goes I'm trying to tie it up to take him on. I said you're not a match you never will be he's extremely powerful and tear steel 6 to 8 in thick like paper she said wow that's ridiculous I want to see it so you probably have it on video somewhere leave him alone it's too dangerous. So she did she looked around and found it and said my gosh it's him she put out an APB said I couldn't shut up it's kind of my job then I said this what the hell am I supposed to do with her I don't know take her out to dinner wait for her to try and put her fat ass on my face and fart again she farted at me like millions of times it's repulsive.

So I'm getting information about the two and he's saying I can barely keep up from in here I have to get out of here I agree with you what are you doing I'm holding my own. So I was a little bit rough and I told her you got to go somewhere else this is ridiculous and she said okay I said we need to stop the max that's what I said too and you should see what I actually look like

Jeepers creeper and yes my father played the first one and you still don't believe it he's not actually there it's not his body

And I'm the wife of Jeepers creeper and want him away from that piece of s*** boy is she a nasty b**** a big fat ass in your face I thought for sure he was going to kick her over I saw him move his foot and I'm like no you don't he's going into some zen master form it's going to kick her real swiftly and I said you better not break her ass. She saw it on film and thought what is he doing then my ugly fat asses in his face and she flipped out so I want her gone she's a pain in the ass the other half

Goddess wife of Jeepers creeper

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Second Chances

Chapter 2 – Trust

Pairing: Druig x Widow!Reader

Chapter Summary: an unexpected surprise offers an explanation…

Chapter Warnings: mind control and loss of autonomy, references to murder and violence

A/N: so so sorry it’s been like three weeks since I posted last, I just ended up being so much busier than I anticipated! Plus, for some reason, I was really stuck with where I was going with this chapter lmao, anyway here is chapter 2, I hope you enjoy it! And thank you all so much for love you’ve shown chapter 1, I’m so so happy you guys are liking it so far. Also keep a look out, we have metion of some special guest stars that will be appearing in the series later on… enjoy!!

This series is intended for people 18+ only. Minors do not read. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Freed me, huh?” I hiss. “You call knocking me out and taking me away to some strange location freeing me hmm?”

“I am sorry about knocking you out. It’s an unfortunate side-effect of the antidote” Druig speaks slowly and calmly, but his eyes are constantly flicking between my own and my hand where it still held the knife to this woman’s throat.

“And as for taking you away to a strange location,” he continues. “I am sorry about that too. I know it must be disconcerting and alarming. But I promise it was in all our best interests to move to a remote location as quickly as possible, at least for the time being.”

I raise an eyebrow at him in silent question. He sighs deeply.

“Look, I will answer any and all questions you may have; I will explain everything. But please, let Angelina go first.”

I hear murmurs of agreement from the other people that had been with Angelina when I’d sprung from the room and grabbed her. I’d almost forgotten they were there. I make no move to release her, why should I trust this man? If I lost Angelina, I lost all power here. I set my jaw and glare at Druig, moving my blade up an inch across Angelina’s neck, challenging him to try something.

He just sighs again before speaking. “You can keep your little blade if it makes you feel better. I’ll even gladly take Angelina’s place. Please, just let her go. I can explain everything to you.”

His voice is just as unwavering as his stature as he stands there, back straight, hands clasped in front of him casually. His words, begging for someone else’s life, seemed out of place alongside his demeanour.

I just shake my head. “No, you can explain everything now.”

“Y/n please. It’s okay” I suddenly hear a familiar voice call.

I snap my head round to the right to see another woman approaching. Her arms are up in surrender as she walks slowly towards me, stopping a few paces away. It’s only when her face is lit by the fire that I understand why the voice is familiar.

Amber.

My second-in-command.

It feels like all the wind is knocked out my chest as she takes her place beside Druig, the two of them sharing a concerned look.

“Amber?” Her name is nothing more than a puff of air from my lips. “What the hell is happening?” I felt myself reel, my hand faltering on my blade momentarily.

“Y/n please, I know this is a lot to take in, but you don’t need to hurt anyone. Not anymore” she sighs sadly.

My eyes are wide and wild as confusion fogs my brain. She was here? Were the other Widows here? But how was she here and seemingly on the same side as this Druig? My mind races at a million miles per hour.

“I promise you’re okay, you’re safe here” she speaks again.

“How do you know?” I spit.

She sighs sadly again. A silence settles over everyone for a moment, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and Angelina’s terrified breathing in my ear.

“Because I helped free you all. I helped bring you here” she finally confesses.

“What?” I squeak.

Something like a defeated numbness takes over my body, my hands go completely limp where they held onto Angelina. She stupidly tries to take the opportunity to pull away from me.

But my instincts are fast kick in.

I trip her with my foot before pushing her forward with my forearm. I force her to the ground, my knee landing on her back, pinning her in place. My blade quickly finds its place against her throat again as I look up to all the panic-stricken people around me. Angelina whimpers and cries beneath me, I can just about hear her muffled cries for me to release her.

Druig lets out a sigh huff of frustration.

“Alright enough” he barks suddenly.

I see his eyes glow that golden colour again. I then feel my body go weightless, my mind go slack. Without even registering what I’m doing my body stands up and off Angelina. I take a step back and stand stock-still. Panic courses through my body as I recognise the feeling of my own body, my own mind, no longer being under my control. I feel a sob hitch in my throat, tears spring in my eyes.

“Move Angelina, quickly” Druig commands gently, jerking his head to the side where the other people were still stood by the fire.

She follows his instruction with haste, scrambling to her feet and launching herself into the arms of the other woman bystander. Druig’s eye dim down and it’s like I can feel myself flow back into my body. I tighten my grip on the blade still in my hand, holding it out in front of me again.

“What the hell did you just do to me?” I almost choke on another sob.

I knew I should stay calm, keep my emotions in check. But this was a fear like I had never known.

It was different with the Red Room. It was like there was a distance between myself and my actions. I was programmed like a machine to do as they instructed; I was aware of my actions, but I was in no way emotionally connected or conscious of it. It was almost like I was watching someone else do the horrific actions that I was made to do, like looking through a screen.

But with this, with whatever Druig had done to me… it was like I had a front-row seat to watching someone else take over my body and my mind. It was like I was still there in my brain, fighting helplessly as it was used by some other force.

“I’m sorry” Druig says calmly. “I didn’t want to have to do that; I just could not risk you hurting someone from this camp. We do not have violence here. These people are not fighters, they are of no harm to you. I know this is overwhelming, but I really need you to calm down.”

“Fuck you” I spit back at him. “You don’t get to kidnap me and then tell me to calm down.”

Druig just sighs again. “We’re going round in circles here. I know you don’t trust me but you’re not even willing to listen to what I have to say.”

He lowers his head and murmurs to Amber where she’s stood beside him.

“I will leave you to talk with her, I’ll get everyone else out of the way.”

Amber nods once at his instructions, looking over to me sadly. Druig jerks his head towards Angelina and the others, silently commanding them to get out of here. As Druig makes to follow them I just about overhear him murmur to Amber again.

“You’ll be okay with her?” He looks at her seriously.

She returns a small smile; “yeah, we’ll be fine.”

Druig nods an acknowledgment, throws one last glance back at me, our eyes locking for a moment that is somehow singular and infinite. Then he saunters off into the dark of the night.

I feel suddenly exhausted and defeated. The chaos of everything catching up with me. It’s a different kind of tired than I have ever experienced. Even after particularly difficult missions for the Red Room, I had never felt just so drained. My eyes are unfocused; my blade hanging limp from hand as my weakened mind tries to comprehend everything.

“Y/n?” Amber’s gentle voice pulls me from my reverie, my eyes snapping back into focus, my fist tightening over my pin.

“Hey, hey, it’s me, you can trust me” she murmurs gently, her hands still up in surrender.

“Can I?” I challenge weakly, my resolve starting to crack.

“Somewhere deep down I think you know that you can. Come on, all those years at the Red Room that I spent by your side, I never once let anything hurt you hmm? I’m not about to start now.”

I eye her suspiciously, but she was right. I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but something inside me was telling me that it was okay to trust her.

“Look, why don’t we go back into your room and sit down and talk about all this.”

My eyes flash wildly at the prospect of heading back into that unfamiliar room. Amber picks up on this quickly.

“Okay okay, no confined spaces. I get that. How about we just sit round the fire then, hmm?” She asks softly.

I nod curtly.

“Okay, good” she whispers.

She then turns her back on me and heads towards the log seats dotted around the bonfire. It was a small gesture, but one I knew she had done deliberately. Turning her back on me, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike and kill if I had felt so inclined. She was telling me that she still trusted me, trusted me not to hurt her, and that I, in turn, could trust her. She takes a seat on the closest log, letting me walk round her and sit down opposite adjacent to her. I lower my blade, resting my curled hand in my lap. But I keep my grip tight, just in case. My senses remain on high alert, should anyone else try to sneak from another direction.

I eye her up and down as she takes a deep sigh, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she fought to find the right words. She takes another deep breath before she starts to speak.

“How much do you remember about the Red Room? About what they did to us?”

Now it was my turn to sigh. My eyes flutter close involuntarily as memories invade my mind, firing through my brain like gunshots.

Young girls. Ballet pumps. A hall full of weapons. Crying. Screaming. Dead bodies. Bloody hands. My bloody hands. Dead widows, dead friends. Men. Men with their hands all over my body…

I purse my lips, my jaw tightening as I force the memories away. I open my eyes again and train them hard on the fire, pouring my focus into the dance of the flames.

“I know they controlled us somehow, if that’s what you mean” I state blandly, really not wishing to delve any deeper into the hell we’d been put through at the hands of the Red Room.

“I suppose that’s the most important thing you need to know for now” Amber shrugs. “It’s a long and convoluted story anyway. But, yeah Dreykov stole girls, stole us, and put some chemical nonsense into us that made us fall completely victim to his control. We were nothing but puppets to his whims. He used us to fill out his every desire, slowly and covertly shutting down other major power houses around the globe, dominating the underworld. Spying on other governments, feeding him informat-“

“Yeah, I know” I cut her off harshly. “I know Amber. I was there.”

“Sorry” she weakly smiles an apology at me. “Anyway, eventually other…” she hesitates again, looking for the right word. “…organisations caught wind of what was happening. Good, decent organisations that want to shut down the Red Room, to free all those innocent girls.”

I scoff. “So, is that what this is? Another ‘organisation’? A ‘good one’?” I mock her.

“Yes” she says in all seriousness. “Maybe organisation isn’t the right word. I don’t know, I guess it’s hard to explain really. We’re just a bunch of people who are dedicated to shutting down the Red Room.”

I shake my head in disbelief.

“Why?” I mutter.

“Why?” Amber repeats, confused. “Because it’s wrong to strip people of their free will, of their choice?” She sounds almost outraged by my question.

“I know” I sigh. “But it’s so risky, trying to take down an organisation like that. Who would stick their neck out like that for a bunch of strangers?”

“Natasha Romanoff would. She did. She thought she took them down a while ago. Thought she’d ended Dreykov and his reign of terror” Amber stops to take a breath. “Unfortunately, all she did was force Dreykov to be even more careful, make his operation even more covert. He’s managed to stay off even her radar ever since.”

“Yeah, I remember, we were still part of the Red Room when that happened. It’s hazy, but I remember the lockdown that he initiated as we moved location. And she only did that because she was one of us. She knew what we’d been through. Who else would want to take such a risk?”

“Druig. Druig would, and is, sticking his neck out to save all the Widows. Sticking his neck out more than you know.”

“What does that mean?” I stare at her in frustrated confusion.

She clamps her lips tightly, giving me an apology with her eyes.

I just shake my head again. I was getting answers about everything other than this mysterious head of the organisation himself.

“Who the hell is this Druig exactly?” I push.

Amber’s gaze shifts away from me, searching the floor for something that wasn’t there.

“I think it’s best if he explains that himself. I’m really just here to fill you in on what happened in Poland. At the market. And how you ended up here” she dodges the question.

A troubling feeling settles in my stomach as my mind fills with the image of Druig. His eyes flashing gold, searing into my memory. I chance a look over in the direction that he left, but all I see are trees and the dark shapes of several cabins dotted around.

“Anyway,” Amber continues, “Druig’s organisation here, they have a cure. A cure for the mind control chemical they used on us.”

I nod knowingly. “The red stardust powder” I mumble mostly to myself.

“Yes” she confirms. “It seemed the easiest and best way to administer it to the Widows is one by one, freeing them whilst they’re out on solo missions. That’s how I woke up.”

Her gaze again falls to the floor, like she feels guilty. Guilty for having been awake and free whilst the rest of us continued to suffer.

“But we’d only managed to free one other before me. It was the easiest way to get to the Widows, but it was too slow overall, Dreykov would notice when none of his Widows returned from their missions. So that’s when we came up with the decision for me to go back in. Undercover.”

I feel her eyes shift to look at me, but I ignore her gaze, keeping mine fixed on the fire again. When she notes that I have nothing to respond with she carries on again.

“We got found out somehow. I heard whispers that Dreykov had commissioned a kill order on me.”

I finally allow my eyes to meet hers across the fire.

“That’s why they sent so many Widows with you on this mission. Only half of them were on your assignment. The other half…” she sighs. “The other half were covertly on assignment to take me out. That’s why we had to move now. Dreykov thought he could kill two birds with one stone. Severe the leak and take down Druig’s operation in one fell swoop.”

Shock rolled through my body as I stared at her wide eyed. It definitely made sense. The Red Room had never sent so many Widows on assignment at once. Too much risk of exposure, too much risk of losing a large portion of their arsenal at once. It made sense that the reason there’d been so many accompanying me is because the reality of the mission was that there were two targets, not one.

“Yeah” Amber finally continues. “If we’d had it our way, we would’ve waited a bit longer, you know? Would’ve actually gotten into Dreykov’s office, found the control centre and shut the entire operation down. Killed him. Freed all the Widows.”

She sniffs quietly, running a hand through her smooth black hair. I can sense she’s sensitive about this. She feels like she’s failed somehow. She was focusing on that failure, dwelling on how many dozens of girls were still trapped under Dreykov’s fist, rather than the eight she had just freed.

“Where are the others? The ones that you freed with me?” I ask.

Amber perks up the slightest bit at that.

“They’re all here too. They’re all fine. You were the last to wake up. The other girls are already making good progress to settle in here. To recover.”

I nod an acknowledgment.

“And the other Widow? The one they managed to free before you? Who is she? Where is she? Is she okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, she’s okay. She’s not here though. She’s actually trying to recruit a bit more help.”

I raise my eyebrow at Amber.

“Yeah, she’s off to get Natasha again. The other Widow we woke up was actually her sister as it turns out: Yelena Belova.”

I hum an acknowledgment. So many thoughts running through my mind. So much information to process. I could feel a headache incoming.

A strangely comfortable silence then settles over us for a short while. The only sounds the crackling of the fire and a bird hooting softly somewhere in the forest.

“How long?” I finally exhale. “How long were you awake before this?” I look back over at her.

She swallows nervously.

“About two weeks. It didn’t take that long for Dreykov to figure out something was wrong. Especially after we’d just lost Yelena.”

I purse my lips and nod. I don’t know what I expected. What I wanted from her answer. Would it have been better if she’d told me she’d only been awake for a day? I honestly don’t know to think. I release another deep breath and hold my head in hands. It was my turn to run my hands through my hair as I lift my head back up. I feel the cool metal of my blade brush past my scalp as I do so.

“So, this Druig… freed you, and you just immediately jumped on board with his whole apparent saviour complex thing?”

“After he explained everything to me, yes”

“And you were just fine with going back into that hell hole, knowing the orders that you might have to fulfil, knowing things you would have to do?”

“It didn’t seem like we had much else of a choice” she speaks firmly, her mouth pursing into a rigid line, but there’s tears blinking in her eyes.

“How do you know he’s not controlling your mind?” I lower my voice slightly.

She looks mildly shocked at the accusation.

“Clearly he’s got some kind of… influence. Or something. I felt it before he hit me with the red stardust powder. I felt it again now when he made me let Angelina go. I don’t know if he’s got his own chemical compound or what. It was different to being trapped under the Red Room, but Amber, it was still something. He was in my head. How do you know he’s not in yours? How do you know he doesn’t have some completely ulterior motive?”

“No, it’s not like that. He’s not like that. He doesn’t have any chemical compound. He’s not controlling us. He’s just… He… I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. You’ll have to talk to him” she rambles defensively.

“You keep saying that. That doesn’t tell me anything!” I snap. “What’s the big fucking mystery with this guy?”

Half a smile paints Amber’s lips. She shrugs again.

“You’ll have to ask him” her smile grows slowly with the small joke.

I roll my eyes.

“Just trust me. Please” she says seriously again.

I let out my biggest sigh yet, as if I could somehow exhale and expel the last twenty-something years of my life that I’d lost to the Red Room.

“So now what?” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. “Now what are we supposed to do?”

Amber looks at me determinedly.

“We’re gonna finish the mission. Kill Dreykov. Free the other Widows.”.

Her eyes soften.

“And then, we’re going to heal.”

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Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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