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allforafro · 8 months

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I decided to post my opinion on season 1-2 and my opinions on characters in order to best understand my future opinions (mainly because my thought process is a little weird sometimes)

I apologize in advance for my English but for some reason I was very tired of writing this text 😅

For @heroes-trash who is interested in my opinions

Actually, it was my second time watching heroes, but I didn't remember much of it, so it felt like I was watching it for the first time

Without further ado, let's get to the point

First of all, number of episodes was perfect, plot was well thought out and I didn't have the impression that the episode duration was misused. The pace of story was balanced, it kept you in suspense until you wanted to watch it over and over again, characters were nicely presented and interesting. humor was funny. In short, it was pleasant to watch

Knowing that the second season only has 11 episodes, while watching the series I couldn't help but feel that this season was too short. The pace was similar to the first season, which meant that all the storylines ended too quickly, often resulting in poor execution of their endings. But I can confidently say that I also liked season 2. The newly introduced characters were fine, and the old ones had interesting stories (well, maybe apart from Niki and DL, I didn't like their storyline and I had the impression that the scriptwriters had no idea for Niki). It would be nice to see the original idea for the 2nd season of Heroes, but I fully understand the circumstances that existed then and the decision that was made.

Now let's move on to saying what I think about characters

Peter Petrelli - I love Peter. His empathy, positive attitude but also sarcasm created an interesting character. How he grew into the role of a hero was well written, and Milo was sweet and sexy. I liked how Peter interacted with others and his relationships with those closest to him were always enjoyable to watch.

Claire Bennet - I like that Claire is not your typical blonde cheerleader, she is smart. She doesn't step out of line and tries to be an ordinary teenager despite her abilities. It didn't irritate me, I was afraid of it because it often happens to teenagers on TV, they are just irritating and that's all. I liked her friendship with zach and her romance with west in season 2 was ok

Mohinder Suresh - (I know it has nothing to do with my opinion about mo, but in the suggested words after suresh word montana appears 🤷)

Mohinder is quite an attractive, I mean nice person (until he's not). It's quite nice that one of the main characters has no abilities, he's a bit like us (who sometimes didn't want to wake up in a world where super powers exist). It was a bit unexpected for me that Mohinder shot Bennet, but I wouldn't say it was out of character

Nathan Petrelli - I have a very complicated relationship with Nathan, sometimes I like him and sometimes I want to punch him in the face. However, his love for Peter makes me unable to cross him out off completely. I really liked his storyline in season 2. However, despite all this development, I have a feeling that Nathan may make a decision that will make me really punch him in the face

Noah Bennet - my favorite character so far. I liked that his love for his daughter made him decide to stop looking away from the immoral activities of the company he worked for. To such an extent that in season 2 he decided to break it from the inside, even if his reason is selfish, it's good that he decided to destroy it

Matt Parkman - whenever Matt appeared in season 1 I felt sorry for him, man he really tries. When at the end of the 1st season it seemed that everything would be fine, in the 2nd season everything went wrong (well, not everything, his relationship with Molly is sweet, I like his friendship with Mohinder) I felt like I was watching some fanfiction adaptation of the type x years after the end of the series, everything it's bad

Hiro Nakamura - I love hiro, his and ando's adventures from season 1 were one of my favorite threads in the series. His relationship with Charlie was bittersweet 😭. The plot of season 2 was interesting, I liked that it was Hiro who influenced Takezo Kensei to become a great hero from the legend his father read to him

Ando Masahashi - I liked that despite his lack of power and initial skepticism, ando ended up being a good balance to hiro. He controlled Hiro and made sure that his desire to save the world did not end with Hiro's death. He encouraged him and motivated him. His crush on hiro sister is cute

Niki Sanders - it's an interesting idea that an abused girl gains a second, strong personality after her ability manifests (I hope I didn't offend anyone with the way I wrote this sentence) when it turned out that Jessica was the one who framed dl, I thought it was crazy but Interesting. The part about Niki wanting to get rid of her powers was the most interesting part of her plot in season 2, I didn't like the rest

DL Hawkins - at the beginning when it seemed that his story would be; he is black, turned out to be a criminal and is in prison - boring. Fortunately, this was not the case. DL gained even more in my eyes when he tried not only to complain but to be a good father and husband

Micah Sanders - I like that Micah was well written as a genius - I have to be strong to help my mom - I'm just a kid. Genius kids on TV are often annoying, but luckily Micah is not like that

Isaac Mendez - I really liked Isaac, it's a pity they had to kill him. His development from a junkie who paints the future to a hero was good

Simone Deveaux - the isaac - simone - peter triangle is one of the few triangles that didn't piss me off, it was so well written that I didn't know who I wanted Simone to end up with. And then they killed her why. Okay, her death was important in development of Isaac and Peter's characters, so I forgive them

Angela Petrelli - I don't know what to say but I like her. I liked that Angela started in the pilot as an inconspicuous woman and then it turned out that she was more important, and what's more, she still leads intrigues.

Molly Walker - she's sweet. I'm glad that she's trying to be strong despite adversities, too many bad things have happened to her, leave her alone, she's just a child. And Molly, Mohinder and Matt make a lovely family together

Sylar - I've always had a soft spot for people with power to steal/copy other people's abilities, so Sylar is high on my list of favorite. When I saw Gabriel Gray for the first time in the episode Six Months Before, I had deja vu, I was wondering who he reminded me of, until it suddenly dawned on me that he reminded me of Jeremiah Valeska from Gotham. They dress quite similarly, they both have glasses, hair combed to one side and wear a suit and a sweater (or whatever it is, sorry but I don't know anything about men's clothes), they are insecure and end up as villains (I hope I didn't ruin the viewing experience for anyone with this spoiler) This is another reason why I like sylar

Maya/Alejandro Herrera - of the two, I liked Alejandro more. Maya is nice and I actually like her too, but her naivety irritated me

Monica Dawson - nice and positive character. The duo monica and micha was great

Elle Bishop - I absolutely love her, my favorite female character. A crazy but tragic character. I can't wait to see what the next season will show

Adam Monroe - great idea that Takezo Kensei started as a drunk and a cheater, with Hiro's help he became a hero and ended up as a villain. I really liked him (crosses fingers hoping he'll show up again) his alliance with peter, or rather how he framed him, was great. He wanted to release a deadly virus so that humanity would be reborn again through extermination - crazy, but I appreciate the creativity

I guess that's everyone, let me know if I missed anyone and you would like to know my opinion about this character

Ps: it's a pity that there was no lizard!mohinder this season, lizards are cute

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meusamatus · 17 days

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Simon Walker | Watch Guide + Links

Simon Walker is a character from the English soap opera Hollyoaks, played by actor Neil Newbon.

He's a character in Brendan Brady's storyline, and appears during the episodes aired from the 11th of May of 2012 to the 19th of March of 2013.

Where can I DL the episodes? What's the watch order?

2012 episodes

2013 episodes

Hollyoaks Later episodes

Edit: ONLY Brendan and Walker scenes

The watch order is episodes from 11/05/12 to 14/09/12 >> Hollyoaks Later episodes 1, 3, 4 & 5 >> episodes from 25/10/2012 to 19/03/2013. Here's a link to the Wiki where all his episodes are listed. Beware of spoilers!!

Do I need to watch the entire series, or can I start with the 11th of May?

You can start with the 11th of May. Hollyoaks has many different characters and story arcs, but Simon Walker is only relevant to Brendan's story. Even if you haven't watched the previous Brendan episodes, it's very easy to follow. Characters will bring up and explain past plots because the show has been running since 1995, and the showrunners don't expect viewers to remember everything. The basic summary is that Brendan Brady is a criminal / gangster / drug dealer that operates from his (half) sister's club, the "Chez Chez". How and why he knows Simon Walker is explained soon after Simon appears for the first time.

There's too many irrelevant characters / story arcs happening at the same time! I'm only interested in Simon Walkers' plotline!

Somebody clipped and uploaded the scenes pertaining to Brendan's storyline here, so you can watch just those. Simon / Neil appears for the first time in the video named (241), but it's been taken down so you'll have to download / watch it from the Drive link above. There might be some other numbers missing too.

#hollyoaks #hollyoaks 2012 #hollyoaks later #brendan brady #simon walker #neil newbon #emmett scanlan

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 7 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dark subject matter/ writer has never written dark filth before, dub-con -ie, you want it to start with but you're scared by the end, knifeplay, mentions of blood/biting, bondage, tit-fucking, home porno/sex tape, unprotected pinv, dacryophilia, name-calling, threatening behavior, choking, rough sex, oral sex, body fluids ( blood, just a little and semen), references to murder / murderous thoughts -because a psychopath doesn't just magically stop being one because he's railing you and a poorly executed roleplay situation / sexual situation between two people -hey they remembered to use a safeword.. If any of this makes you squeamish, do.not.read. I'm not kidding. This is darker than I tend to get, I haven't ever tried dark fic before and i don't know how I feel about it.. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt eight - on camera ( sequel to the virginity prompt )

character | fandom - charlie walker | scream movie series

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 3378k

tagging -<taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a heated makeout turned x-rated home movie. yeah, it's safe to say charlie's corrupted you at this point. but will you turn to the dark side indefinitely or will this be your wake-up call?✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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It all starts innocently enough. Things are getting heated, you are down to your favorite black lace bra and panties, Charlie is down to his boxers, the black silk ones. His breath warm against your ear as he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, rutted into you with reckless abandon.

He stops and raises up, pulling away from you just slightly. As he stares down at you, you pout up at him. ❝ Something wrong, baby?❞ you ask quietly. You attempt to pull him down on top of you all over again. He shakes his head, laughs softly and leans back down, settling himself on top of you all over again. Lips dancing distracted against warm,soft skin.

❝ You trust me, right?❞ bright blue eyes fix on you, intent. Waiting. You laugh quietly and bite your bottom lip as the laughter dies away and you begin to pick up on the fact that he’s seriously expecting an answer. ❝ Well, yeah.. I mean.. Wait, why are you asking me this,hm?❞ you question, pulling away from him a little to really look at him when he leans in, tries to distract you by sucking on your neck.

That’s not going to work this time.

❝ I wanna..❞ he’s gasping, you’ve slipped your hand down the front of his boxers and you’re pumping his cock. He bites his lip, his head falls back. His hand lowers, unwrapping your hand from him. You pout to yourself, look up at him with a brow raised. ❝ Yeah? What do you wanna do, baby?❞

He laughs. The sound is deep, a rumble risen up from his chest. Blue eyes flit you, it’s almost predatory, you think to yourself, the way he looks at me most of the time. Like I’m his prey. But the thought is quickly shoved out of your head, cast aside in favor of getting to the bottom of whatever he’s trying to ask.

He raises a hand, that hand catches in his hair and he tugs at it a little, frustrated. The idea’s been plaguing him for weeks now. He’s gotten to a point where it’s all he can think about anymore.

Recording the two of you having sex so that he can watch it, he can see you, nude and coming undone pinned beneath him, anytime he wants. He wants to push the boundaries. See how far you’re willing to go for him.

❝ I wanna film.. Y’know.. Us.❞ Charlie gestures to the video camera sitting on his nightstand in frustration when the words hang,get caught up and refuse to come as easily as he’d like them to. At first, you’re confused. He can look down at you and tell. ❝ Nevermind.❞ he starts to backtrack, thinking maybe it was a dumb idea after all, but you shake your head. ❝ N-no.. No, I’d.. I wanna.❞ you speak up, pulling him down into you, dragging your tongue over the spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. He shivers, rutting himself into you all over again, clumsier. Your answer still hasn’t processed.

❝ Wait.. Were you being serious?❞ he asks a few seconds later as he frees you from the confines of your bra. You look up at him, eyes so full of trust and adoration. He can’t help but feel a flutter, small and fleeting and buried deep underneath the nothingness that’s a constant.

❝ Yeah.❞ you answer, ❝ Yeah, I think I was. I.. there’s actually something I wanted to ask you too..❞

He chuckles quietly. It’s probably something innocent, he thinks, only to blink in surprise when the next thing to come out of your mouth is you asking if he’ll try choking you.. Talking a little dirtier and pulling your hair.

Apparently, you’ve been reading one of your novels again and there’s a specific scene in it that did it for you. He listens to you carefully as you list out what you’re willing to try.

❝ Babe..❞ he caresses your cheek, rutting into you harder so you can feel what your detailed fantasy is doing to him. Then he’s quiet, looking at you in hesitation. ❝ Are you sure?❞ he asks, because some of the stuff you’re willing to try just doesn’t sound like you’ll actually enjoy it.

Not you, his sweet little thing.

But the pedestal he’s held you on since the two of you started dating is crashing down now.

You nod. You plead, adding the caveat that if it makes him uncomfortable, maybe you two could agree to a safeword.

❝ You’re sure..❞ he questions again for a sixth time. Oh I'll definitely enjoy this. But I don't think she realizes what she's gotten into. - the thought comes, it's closely accompanied by mental imagery, you tied up with panties stuffed into your mouth and totally at his mercy.

You nod, little to no hesitation on your end of the conversation. You can't help but think about how fun it'll be, pretending to be his helpless victim, letting him do whatever he wants. It's been all you can think about for weeks.

You pull his mouth against your own as you grab him by the wrist and guide his hand down into your panties. ❝Does that feel like I’m not sure or I don’t wanna do this, baby?❞ and he chuckles. Sliding a finger between your folds, pulling you into a biting kiss as soon as he feels the way you shiver, your tits against his chest as you arch yourself up into him just to get closer.

❝ Charlie, please?❞ you beg.

He chuckles, pulling away from you to reach out for the nightstand. ❝ We’re really doing this.❞

You nod, wavy hair bouncing. ❝ The safeword is pizza?❞

Charlie mulls it over, nodding in agreement. As he turns the camcorder over in his hands, he takes a deep breath. Because you’re completely unaware that some of the things you’ve just begged him to do are things he’s secretly fantasized about. It's gonna feel so fucking good to tie her up, choke her while I fuck that pretty little pussy until she's begging me to stop. - he thinks, clenching his hand at the thought of wrapping it around your throat. Squeezing until there's fear in your eyes.

❝Right. Pizza❞ - he’s doing a very good job at pretending to be wary about all of this but deep down, he can’t wait.

His eyes settle on the knife’s tip, just barely peeking out from beneath the dresser where he stashed it the night before. I can’t kill her. I’ve tried once already, look where that wound up. I now have a girlfriend. - the thought is followed closely by another, And I can’t let her figure out how twisted I’m willing to get or how much I enjoy it, either. Not yet.

But the thought of dragging the edge of the sharp blade up and down the butter soft skin inside your thighs is beyond tempting, the thought of biting down into that skin until he nearly draws blood, even more tempting.. You told him you wanted to try this. You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into. You agreed on a safeword.

He’s just a little concerned he won’t be able to hold back if that dark side surfaces.

❝ Guess I should set up the camera…❞ he muses quietly, still shocked you even want to try this in the first place.

He slips off the bed and makes his way over to the dresser, placing the camcorder onto it after he’s checked the battery life and turned it on to start recording. While he’s standing there, he finds two old ties in his sock drawer and he turns them over in his hands, staring at them for a second or two.

You did say something about the guy in your book tying up his girl…Among other things, he thinks to himself.

He makes his way back over to the bed and since you've taken it upon yourself to sit up, he shoves you back down. The small recorder in his hand is sat upon the dresser as he focuses bright blue eyes on you.

A shiver races through your body as you stare up at him, gulping.

The solemness usually found in your boyfriends gaze is absent, replaced by something you can't figure out. Something that manages to both turn you on and scare you in equal measure.

Your breath hangs in your throat as he binds your hands to the headboard. The kiss he gives is rough. You can feel his teeth nip roughly at your lower lip and his hand slides up your wet inner thigh. With a light smack to your sensitive sex, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound is dark and dangerous as he pulls away from your face and stares down at you thoughtfully.

❝ Look at you, pretty little thing.. all alone, tied up and totally at my mercy.❞ he moves onto the bed, thick cock sliding between the valley of your breasts, tit-fucking you as he reaches back without breaking the gaze and thin fingers bury in your tight cunt, fucking into you just slow enough that you shiver all over and plead for his cock.

❝ Maybe if you show me just how much you'd like to survive..❞ his cock is thrusting between your tits a little faster now, his fingers forcefully shoved deep inside you. He growls quietly and this is followed by a sinister laugh. ❝ I don’t feel your mouth on me yet, sweetheart. And..❞ he trails off, ❝ you're so wet right now I'm starting to think you like being used…do you?❞ he asks, pulling slick coated fingers out of your cunt to grip your jaw and make you lock eyes with him as soon as he realizes that of course, he's barely done anything yet and of course you're such a helpless romantic and free with your overadoration that you're fuck-dumb, incoherent and whining for it already.

Just grab her neck and snap it.

But he knows he won't. Can't. If he couldn't kill you the night you saw him while he was slipping out that sluts window when he killed her, he has a feeling that he won't be able to do it now. He's lucky you haven't quite put two and two together just yet or spilled what you saw that night if you have somehow. Keeping you close these past months has been his way to keep a handle on the situation.

❝ Is that what you want? You wanna let me use you? Are you my own little fuck-toy, pretty girl? Answer me.❞ he commands as the hand gripping your jaw slips down. The way your heart hammers like it's going to beat right out of your chest has him getting even harder. Just the thought that he might be scaring you a little is making him harder by the second.

He moves over you a little better, now the pretty pink tip of his cock is pushed against your lips as he thrusts his hips.

❝ Open up. C'mon,❞ he grunts, gruff and commanding, ❝ Suck my cock, pretty girl. ❞

Your lips part, saliva drizzles out the corner of your mouth. You’re wetter than you've been since the two of you entered into a sexual relationship. But deep down, there's a small part of your brain that screams you need to run. Far and fast.

Of course, you're not even remotely interested in entertaining that thought. His cockhead strikes the back of your throat as he thrusts against your open mouth. You whine around the thickness, dripping wet.

❝ Tell me whose little fuck doll you are, pretty girl. Tell the camera who's cock is hitting the back of your throat right now.❞ he chuckles and it's sinister. ❝ Oh, right. Can't talk with your mouth full, can ya?❞

❝ – oh fuck fuckfuckfuck ❞ you cry out as your body clenches beneath his, you're fighting off an orgasm that feels like it just might shatter you entire, ❝ Charlie, please, ❞ you gasp out as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and slips off the bed, wandering over to his dresser in the corner. Dim lighting overhead glints off something he's picked up. As you whine and beg for him to come back, he turns to face you.

That glimmer the light picked up on? A big, sharp knife.

He makes his way back over to you. You’re gulping again because he looks too calm, a little too comfortable holding the knife and there's something too familiar about the way he handles it. You just can't pinpoint why it feels that way.

Meanwhile, the thudthudthud thud of your own heart is drowning out the other quiet noises around you. You're dripping, a puddle forming against the sheets on his bed making heather navy even darker. I shouldn't be so wet right now, you think, what's wrong with me? He brings out a knife and my pussy throbs. - you shove it down. You are the one who pleaded and begged to act out your favorite scene from a filthy book, on camera. You opened Pandora's box, you're not going to back out now…right?

He chuckles quietly. Sits down the knife atop the nightstand nearby, knife making a metallic clank against the hard wood surface.

❝ Relax.❞ he demands, gripping your throat as he leans down into you, fingers squeezing light. ❝ I won't use that if you don’t make me… Give me what I want and everything will be fine.❞

And you swallow hard. There's a small part of you that is still in fight or flight, but on the other hand, the thought of cold metal pressed against your hot flesh just..does something.

It makes you feel alive. And you’re still struggling because you know deep down that it's 'wrong'. This shouldn't be turning you on to the point it is, the way you whine and whimper and try to work your wrists free from restraint as he holds down your hips and bites a trail right up the inside of doughy thighs. His nose bumps your sex and you whine when he breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply. His tongue buries inside, thrusting, swirling, licking up the mess that paints a sheen on soft skin.

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp stinging pain that somehow still feels way too damn good. You squeak in pain, the sound followed by a needy whine when Charlie abandons licking you clean, pausing for a few seconds to stare up at you, just a little blood at the corner of his mouth. When he licks his lips, you whine. Your heart is pounding. This whole pretend scenario has been way too easy for him and deep down, you know that. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't have been so comfortable with saying the things he's said or doing the things he's done.

Then he's back at it, fingers and tongue buried inside your sex, driving you closer and closer to the edge only to stop completely at the last second.

You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you feel it when just as he's starting to give your cunt the attention you're craving and your body tenses up, you're so damn close, he stops. Looks up at you from his spot between your thighs and removes his hand from its place on your hip and he caresses your face. Laughing quietly. ❝ Aw. Gonna cry now, pretty girl? Gonna cry for me? Its so fucking hot when y' beg and cry. Go on.❞ he smirks, ❝It’s so hot when you’re crying.❞

You try to work your wrists against the ties around each of them because you’re dying to touch him, to get a grip on anything in the hopes that it’ll take the edge off. He chuckles against your sensitive sex, lips latching against your clit. His lips turn to teeth though and when he bites down, this sends a jolt through you and you moan his name over and over.

❝ So fucking pretty, all tied up for me..❞ Charlie mutters, dazed. He pulls away from your pussy to stare up at you. This is gonna be fucking hot to watch later. - the thought comes and he chuckles to himself, working his way up your body. His thick cock slips between throbbing folds, teasing at entry. ❝ I’m gonna use you.❞ he mutters. But the soft way he touches you contradicts what he’s saying, yet it somehow doesn’t at the same time. You arch yourself up into him and whine in need as he teases at entry again. His hand settles around your throat, giving a light squeeze at first.

His grip tightens a little more when he sinks into you deeper. You gasp and he chuckles. ❝ It’d be so easy, y’know?❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear. You moan ❝ W-what would?❞once you feel him ease up just barely on the amount of pressure he’s applying.

❝ To kill you, pretty girl. You’re all tied up. You’re at my mercy right now..❞

You whine and rock yourself upward, meeting his thrusts eagerly as he buries himself deep inside you. His words are still sitting heavy in your mind. Not heavy enough to stop this and say it’s gone too far and you’re starting to get scared, heavens no. His arm reaches for the nightstand and your eyes widen when you see his hand settle on the sharp knife. Charlie chuckles quietly. ❝ Wanna use our word yet, pretty girl?❞ he's almost taunting you when he asks the question.

Every part of you is torn. You want to shout your safeword at the top of your lungs -and then you want to get as far as you can from the guy, but deep down, at the same time, you’re too turned on. You feel too alive right now. And you do trust him. He’d never intentionally hurt you… right?

The knife’s unsharpened side is pressed against your skin and he fucks into you a little faster, a little more roughly as cold metal presses against hot skin. Your pulse is racing and you’re unsure whether it’s fear or the fact that you’re so turned on.

His cock smashes against your cervix roughly and he’s growling your name. The bite mark on your inner thigh is burning, friction making barely broken skin irritated. ❝ Relax.❞ he mutters, slowing down to look down at you. He presses the unsharpened side of the knife against you just a little harder, ❝ If I were going to hurt you, I’d have done it already.❞

And he’s not lying, either. If he were going to hurt you, he would have done it much earlier, the first time he choked you. The knife raises and your heart starts to pound. You struggle for a second, torn between how good each deep thrust feels and fear, true primal fear. You're tearing up, you don't realize it until you feel a teardrop roll down your cheek.

The knife slices through the ties keeping your wrists bound. You take a ragged breath. He wouldn't hurt me, you try to tell yourself, this is Charlie Walker. I've known him since 4th grade. He wouldn't hurt me. But there's a part of you that's starting to wonder. He looks just a little too at ease, that knife looks just a little too comfortable in his hands. And the things he's saying to you, most importantly, the bit where he pointed out how easy it'd be to kill you and how your life is in his hands right now.. Those are still lingering. But this feels too good, it's hot and despite your nagging fears, this is the most alive you've ever felt. And maybe, you think to yourself, maybe that's another reason I'm not comfortable. Maybe it's because this feels too good to me and I know it shouldn't.

❝ It’s not as much fun with your hands tied, pretty girl.❞ he tells you, a voice velvety and smooth against the shell of your ear. You whine a little and he chuckles. The knife settles back on the nightstand with a soft thud. Your hands are all over him immediately, nails rake up and down his back. He growls against your neck as his teeth graze against soft skin.

He’s almost tempted to take another bite. The way your pulse is racing right now and you’re so responsive. So needy. Those two elements are driving him feral.

When his teeth sink into your neck and you feel the sharp stinging pain, you squeal again because you’re caught off guard. Charlie feathers a gentle kiss over the surface wound and chuckles quietly. ❝ Did you think I wasn’t going to mark what belongs to me, pretty girl?❞ he questions, his hips stammering. Your pussy clamps around him so tight. It feels too damn good. And he didn’t think you could get any wetter, yet you have. ❝ You’re so goddamn wet. Admit it.. you like it when I use you.❞ he groans out as he starts to fuck into you, a hand settling on your hip with a bruising grip to keep you still.

He wants you to lie there and take it. Just the thought that he holds your life in his hands right now is the ultimate high for him. ❝ Lay here and take it. Be a good little blow up doll, pretty girl.❞ he nips at your ear as he says it, ❝ I’m gonna fuckin cum, pretty girl...❞ he groans out, your own orgasm has your body racked with tension, aching all over because he’s pushed you into and pulled you out of it so many times by this point that you’re begging, pleading with him to let you cum, your pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears until he growls against your neck ❝ So fuckin close… You gonna come with me, pretty girl?❞

No further coaxing is needed, and even though you feel like everything you've just done was 'wrong' somehow, even though you know you shouldn't want to cum or want him so bad, your orgasm smashes into you, leaving you weak and clinging to him as he fucks you through it, staring down at you because the fucked out look in your eyes is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He falls to the bed beside you, panting and tired, pale skin flushed pink.

You lie there, staring at the ceiling. Now that the fog is clearing, you’re realizing something. It was way too easy for him to do what you asked him to do. And those two times he bit you hard enough to draw blood, the smile after he watched blood trickle from the wounds were the only two genuine smiles you can ever remember seeing from him.

This is at least a little unsettling for you.

Charlie pulls you closer and you let him, but you’re tense in his arms. He can feel the second your mood shifts. He raises up to look down at you. ❝ You okay?❞ he asks, pressing soft kisses to your skin as his hand skims over your body. ❝ You want me to do anything?❞ he asks, staring at you as he tries to gauge your current mood.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you stammer out after a second or two of staring up at him, ❝ I’m fine. You.. you don't have t' do anything.❞ you try to force a smile when you look at him, but you keep circling back to the things he said. The way he seemed to show more emotion now, with this 'role' you had him take on than he's shown in the entire time you've known him.

When he pulled out the knife.. you think to yourself, that's the first time I've ever seen his smile reach his eyes in the entire time I've known him. It was scary.

It’s a lie. You're not fine. You know it and he knows it. And he takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. ❝ I tried to tell you this was a bad idea...❞ and you nod in agreement. His stomach churns because he’s starting to realize that he might just have to kill you after all…

And it’s not something he necessarily wants to do. It’s not something he can do, he’s tried once before.

But I’m not losing her, either, he thinks to himself, she belongs to me now. One way or another. Dead or alive.

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker fanfic #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x you #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ )#lazyghoulskinktober2023 #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ.#( ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs ; ᴘᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ )

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incorrectoldgodsquotes · 6 months

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D.L., helping her older sister with some "woo-woo bullshit": Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs. Marcie: Those are bones, Dougie. D.L.: Not if I never look down.

#old gods of appalachia #old gods pod #ogoa #dl walker #dl walker attorney at law #marcie walker #the walker sisters #the walker family #incorrect quotes #source: the owl house

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rezqwr · 6 months

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Hi! Hi! I saw your message about the inbox that you had requested and am willing to do the matchups! For my fandom, I would like a Jjk matchup just like how you requested. Let’s start with the basic:

Pronouns: she /her

Preferably a male?

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I sometimes follow the rules and can be serious if I wish to be but normally I like to goof off and break rules, adrenaline rushing through my body is just a different feeling I can’t explain. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I’m not that good at describing personality but here are a few kins if it is helpful : Navier, Mikasa, Regulus Black, Annabeth, Shinobu, Shoko ( Jjk), etc.

Looks: I’m slightly chubby and have a pear body shape. Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. My clothing always consists of a dress of some sort.

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking, Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance , Name hunting, Pinterest and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Slow Walkers, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Coffee, Snow and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like.

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

I hope this is enough information.

i match you with…

yuuta okkotsu!

okay first of all i feel like your energies would work really well together! you tend to be a bit more blunt, whereas he would tiptoe around the subject

he would love your creative side! even when you get a bit of a block, he would always try to either inspire you with stories, or try to get your mind off of what’s upsetting you

you would’ve made him feel welcomed when he first arrived at jujutsu high, including him in conversations & trying to gauge his perspective

he absolutely would have been blushing the whole times and barely could have made eye contact ahejdhejej

he knows that you don’t like bugs, so he would always take them outside, even when you’re insisting that he kills them

i feel like you’d be really good friends with maki, too! you give me strong maki vibes, so i feel like you two would really get along

honestly all of the second years, panda would give you piggy back rides & inumaki would joke around with you all of the time

in your first year, it would have been so obvious that yuuta had a crush on you (which may or may not have caused some problems with rika; maki is totally rallying for you and has threatened to exorcise her on the dl)

he would learn flower language for you and start giving you them as a way of flirting before you got together

he also proceeds to send your flowers when he’s abroad in second year!

you & yuuta have baking dates & he loves making chocolate covered strawberries with you!!! he would try to draw your face on the strawberry!! it was a really bad drawing, but it’s the thought that counts!!!!

he knows that you don’t need it but i feel like he would be so protective over you?? especially after shibuya, he always has an arm around you/is touching you in some way 😭

nobara absolutely idolizes you & your style, she wants you to take her shopping on off days

overall, you fit in very well with everyone & you’ve stolen yuuta’s heart (he has no intention of trying to get it back)

#sugutoad <3

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msvelawciraptor · 7 months

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DL Walker! My girl!

#old gods of appalachia #ogoa #old gods pod

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sickiehugs · 9 months

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My working title for the platonic Edgeworth & Gumshoe fic is "You Never Forget." My explanation might get a little long because I wrote a lot of notes about this one!

It starts off with Edgeworth working on a case in his office, waiting for Gumshoe to bring him files from Criminal Affairs.

As Edgeworth is trying to piece together a case, an earthquake hits and he passes out (despite his best efforts not to. There's even a moment where he sees an image of Gregory before he faints.)

Gumshoe knows Edgeworth doesn't do well with earthquakes, so he rushes through the hallway to try and reach him as fast as possible.

Gumshoe finds Edgeworth unconscious and helps to wake him up and take care of him in the aftermath of his panic attack.

Edgeworth expresses his gratitude in a roundabout way, but he gets there in the end.

Edgeworth goes on to mention how he could never forget DL-6 or completely move on from it, and Gumshoe says he understands, because he could never forget his first time in court either.

Edgeworth is curious about this first time in court, and Gumshoe tells him a story he hasn't told many people: about the time he took to the witness stand when he was only 12 years old.

Gumshoe had seen the drive-by shooting of Uncle Jay (full name Jay Walker), his close family friend and mentor who taught him all about gadgets.

Edgeworth recognizes they have something in common: they each lost someone important to them in a case that would change their lives forever.

The two of them resolve to solve as many cases as they can going forward, in hopes of granting closure to other survivors left behind (just like them.)

Someday I hope I will have the time, energy and focus to actually make this into a proper fic, because I still think about it quite a lot! It gives me a good cozy feeling to have these two reach an understanding like this.

I really, really like that. As someone who also witnessed the killing of someone close to me, I really like how you've made it into something the two of them can bond over. I won't get any more personal than that, I just wanted to express my appreciation for your story.

The title is something else I appreciate, too. Both of their traumatic events happened so, so long ago, and yet sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday. Even when you've healed from it, you never forget.

Sorry for the personal response ^^; Please let me know if there's anything I can do to assist you in writing your fic.

#also jay walker is genius lol #ace attorney #gumworth #gumshoe #detective gumshoe #dick gumshoe #edgeworth #prosecutor edgeworth #miles edgeworth #hurt/comfort #answeriehugs

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bigbadripley · 6 months

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Chapter 15 - No Love

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summary: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT | Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. Angst, alcohol use, reference to smut (sorta), major second-hand embarrassment for Simone in this one ugh, Jen playing babysitter is cute and she has a lot more patience than I would.

Words: 3K-ish

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter List

"Funny how you say you 'bout us You don't ever pull up on me, put it on me, get me right (Right) You the one that ruined us, can't give no, can't give no Fuck (Fuck) Get drunk (Get drunk), take drugs (Take drugs) (Fuck love)" -"No Love" by Summer Walker

When Jen returned from her trip, it was clear she felt compelled to take Simone out of a girl's night. Though Simone would typically decline to party at the clubs or bars, having not heard from Miguel since their fight had taken a much larger toll on her. She craved an escape from her mind— The mind that cursed her into this mess.

Simone accepted the proposition without a second thought, wearing a tight white t-shirt and black leather skirt. Her better outfits were stored in boxes stacked on each other in Matt's apartment, and it wasn't worth the effort of going through them.

From the moment they arrived at the flashy club affectionately called Flame, Simone went straight to the bar and narrowly avoided the dancefloor and the sweaty people on it. Jen followed closely and watched as the friend she knew not to drink anymore examined the wall of liquor bottles behind the bartender.

"Two shots of Suerte, please!" She exclaimed over the booming base. The blonde barkeep with a brown beard gave her a single nod before grabbing the bottle and preparing the small, tall glasses.

Jen studied her friend's face as she eagerly awaited her liquid prize. She had never seen Simone so excited, even when she knew her to be a regular consumer.

"Hey, should we take it easy tonight?" Jen asked loudly as she leaned to her left for Simone to better hear her. The face she gave in return showed Jen that she thought she was nuts.

"Fuck no!" She yelled back with a jovial chuckle to follow right as the two shots, a small saucer of chunky salt, and lime wedges were sat down in front of them. Simone took one, Jen took the other, and as Jen dunked a fingertip in the salt, Simone held her shot up. "To happiness!" She shouted.

Simone didn't give Jen even a second to let the salt sit on her tongue before downing the room-temperature tequila. It flowed down her throat slowly, burning her nostrils upon exhaling. She felt the old friend nearly roam back up her esophagus, prompting her to go for one of the lime wedges.

God, it's like lighter fluid. She thought to herself. The green citrus narrowly stopped at her lips as the thought played again, this time in a voice much younger than hers.

That's what I imagine lighter fluid tastes like.

The revulsion reminded her of her first time trying the drink. She was transported back to the woods, bare feet along the creek.

Her disgust was quickly replaced with sorrow, and the lime wedge was placed back on the platter as she held up two fingers to the bartender, signaling for him to bring two more shots over.

Jen watched as Simone took another shot, straight-faced. She still had no idea what happened between her and Miguel and didn't want to pry, but the effects were evident— Her friend was truly and deeply saddened.

Eventually, Simone was sauced enough to dance, and Jen was more than happy to get her away from the bar. In the bright, flashing lights and loud music, the pair mainly danced with each other, smothered in the crowd of sweaty people and swinging limbs. It wasn't the ideal place to talk about what happened with Miguel, but Jen figured she would try.

"So, Miguel?" Jen yelled the inquiry. Simone's wide grin didn't fall.

"I dunno!" She shouted back, misunderstanding what Jen had asked. The other woman shook her head in frustration.

"No, no. I mean, what happened?" Jen asked, grooving slightly closer to her. Simone was taken aback by the question, finding it a strange time to ask. She was out to forget about Miguel for a while, not be reminded of how she screwed up.

The thought caused Simone to take an uncoordinated step back, and she bumped into another taller woman with a short, jet-black bob and sequin top. Just as she began winding herself up to apologize for her misstep, the woman smiled back at her and almost made her forget Jen's query.

"We'll talk about it later." She responded loud enough for Jen to hear before turning fully toward the tall woman and continuing to dance.

At this point, Jen found it to be a lost cause and went back to sit at the bar in hopes of Simone's return, which didn't take long. In her company was the same woman.

"Jen! This is Raya!" She greeted as she pulled the woman over by her hand. All Jen could think to do was smile politely at her and return to her drink.

After a bit of eavesdropping, Jen learned that Raya had a thick Russian accent and seemed to really be taken by her drunk friend. Either that, or she was enjoying the free drinks that Simone bought her as she downed a few more shots.

To Simone, she couldn't be any more of a casanova. Confidently and charismatically flirting with this striking woman she had just met when in reality, she was a bumbling fool with the hiccups.

At the same time, Simone began to hear the apparent disinterest in Raya's voice which caused her to question if it was a sudden tonal change or if it had been there this whole time. She started feeling insecure and annoying as anxiety bubbled up out of nowhere, and nervous laughter followed every sentence.

You idiot! You absolute idiot! She thought to herself as her heart jumped into her throat. Only, it wasn't her heart.

"Oh, my god." She mumbled to herself as she stood from her stool, clutching her stomach and taking off in the direction of the bathroom as quickly as she could in her state. The motion only made the sickness more intense as she focused on holding back and breathing deeply in the warm, muggy atmosphere. Somewhere along the way, she lost a shoe.

The second her bare knees hit the frigid tile floor of the surprisingly clean club bathroom, she spewed through lips she couldn't get open quick enough. Her light lunch and lack of dinner with a mix of tequila and stomach fluid hit the white porcelain, barely making it all the way into the toilet.

Jen, who followed closely, stood behind her outside of the stall in wait with her arms crossed, checking for the signs of a second wind so she could hold Simone's hair back.

She brought it on herself. Jen thought before immediately feeling bad about the thought. They had shared numerous wild nights together since they had met, but never had she seen her friend in a state like this. She wasn't drinking for fun— she was drinking to punish herself. What she needed to be punished for was lost on Jen.

The twirling in Simone's stomach disappeared after one upchuck, followed by a few cautious splits to remove as much residue as she could from her tongue, but getting sick did little to sober her up. If anything, only her mood dipped significantly.

"You okay?" Jen asked as she watched Simone get back onto her feet, shakily, using the plastic toilet paper dispenser for leverage. Simone slowly turned and looked at Jen with eyes still red and wet from the force of throwing up.

"I'm never gonna be okay again." She answered hoarsely. She was swaying slightly and missing a shoe, signaling to Jen that there was no way she would be able to walk out of there by herself.

To Simone, the room was spinning just enough for Jen to turn into She-Hulk before she could register it. Without warning, the now large, green woman picked her up bridal-style and carried her out of the bathroom and through the exit of the club, where she would sit her down on a bench outside.

The fresh air did wonders to settle the teetering world before Simone's eyes as the bench shifted slightly, taking on the bulk of Shulkie.

"You can tell me what's up now, Sims. Is it Miggy?" Jen attempted to pry. The question brought back every bit of shame and embarrassment that Simone felt that morning, seeing Miguel's face flood with disappointment in her. It was a look she more often saw on Marc's face these days after receiving an earful from her. Absolute betrayal.

It was at that point that Simone felt outrage wash over her. "No, not Miggy. Never." Simone slurred her reply. "Marc. It's Marc's fault."

Jen cocked her head at this, both knowing and unknowing of what she could mean. There were plenty of things Marc had already done to warrant Simone's behavior, but it had to have been something new. Something recent.

Before she could answer anything further, she looked down and saw her friend's single bare foot, remembering the missing shoe that Simone seemed to not be concerned about at all. She began to stand up,

"I'm gonna run back in and look for your shoe. Don't go anywhere." Jen told her sternly. Simone didn't respond, all too deep in thought, which prompted Jen to rush back inside.

Between the liquor and the broken heart, Simone wasn't completely in her right mind. Her judgment was gone, and all she wanted to do was scream in Marc's face. Unfortunately, the Mission was too far away and she had to wait for Jen to come back.

"That's what phones are for," Simone mumbled to herself before she pulled the device in question from her pocket, skipping over her contacts list and going straight to the dial screen. Deleting Marc's contact was simply to ensure she couldn't easily access him anymore. It was all a ruse, though, as she knew his number like she knew her own.

The line rang in her ear as it had so many times. Once, twice, and typically she would chicken out and hang up on the third. Not this time. This time, she needed to wait until he answered. Surprisingly, the only version of Marc she got on the other end was his voicemail message.

This is Marc's cell, leave a message if it's important.

She couldn't help but scoff at the uncaring tone the recording took. Monotone and cold, just like the last thing he said to her.

You, also, Moni.

This made her blood boil as more rage stirred in her drunk, stewy brain. The original intention wasn't to leave a message but the moment the beep rang through her ear, she couldn't keep her thoughts to herself.

"So, you can be over my shoulder everywhere I look but you can't even answer the damn phone? What is it this time? More clones, or vampires, or fucking sea monsters?" Her voice slowly rose with each word, cracking and slurring as more emotions peeked through. "You ruined me, Spector. Do you know that? Was it your intention? To make me completely unlovable to anyone who isn't you?"

Jen made her way back outside of the club with the singular shoe in hand. As the loud music disappeared, the sound of a woman drunkenly yelling and crying hysterically became more clear. Once she made it back to the bench, the culprit became clear to be Simone with her phone to her ear and fresh, angry tears falling from her face.

Not much of what she said made any sense, but all it took was one mention of "that stupid church" to shed light on who she was speaking to, and it wasn't good. Jen knelt in front of Simone and took her phone from her hand, using little force, and hit the red button that ended the call.

"Bad idea," Jen said simply, placing the phone in Simone's lap. She expected her to be upset with the interference, but the small, timid nod told Jen she made the right call.

Jen realized she didn't need to be hulked out anymore and reverted back to her natural self as she assisted Simone in putting her shoe back on. Light hitches in her woman's breathing spoke volumes for how emotional she got over the phone. The last thing she needed was to leave her with Murdock in this state and chose to have a cab take them to her place instead.

Jen got Simone settled in and sent a text to Matt so he knew the plan and didn't wait up for her return.

Simone had a rough night, she's at mine.

A shower and a few glasses of water later, it didn't take long before Simone finally said something to give Jen an idea of what was going on with her. She was about to let it go entirely.

"I fucked up really bad." Simone groaned as she laid back on the couch. Jen assumed she was referring to the phone call, given her near refusal to discuss what happened between her and Miguel.

"I'm sure you've said worse things to Marc. Not like he didn't deserve it, though." Jen snickered as she unfolded a throw blanket to cover Simone with. The other woman shook her head slightly.

"No— Well, yes, that— but with Miguel, I mean." She started, voice floating just above a whisper as she spoke his name as if he would appear if she said it too loud. Jen sat on the other end of the couch, facing her.

"How bad are we talking?" She asked, millions of scenarios flooding Jen's mind before she remembered that she brought up Marc earlier when asked.

Marc. It's Marc's fault.

Before she could speak again, Simone's face was masked in shame and her eyes were dull as they dropped away from Jen's gaze. She then explained everything that transpired the morning after the incident with the clone, or, at least, explained to the best of her knowledge.

It was more strange than Jen expected, almost to the point where she questioned where the problem was. "It was a dream. Miguel's a smart guy, he should understand that you can't really control that."

"I'm positive it was everything outside of the actual dream," Simone stated. "If he comes around, he comes around. If not-"

"Don't think that way! You two were doing so well. One hiccup doesn't just erase good times." Jen cut her off promptly to shed a bit of optimism. Simone couldn't bring herself to think that way, knowing there was so much wrong with her that it was only a matter of time before it blew up in her face.

"It wasn't a hiccup. It was a natural disaster." She corrected.

Jen took an audible deep breath and pursed her lips, unable to think of anything to bring comfort to her friend whose eyes slowly fluttered open and shut as she fought herself from dozing off. Eventually, the silence between them grew permanent once drunken sleep overtook her.

Mr. Knight had returned to the Mission after a run-in with Zodiac that ended with the guy being taken away. After a brief inventory, he found his phone was dead and promptly plugged it up to a wall charger while taking a load off in his chair.

Shortly after, a small ding told him he had a missed call, causing him to scramble from his momentary relaxation to see who had called. He sat up straighter when he saw it was Moni, and that she left a voicemail for him. He immediately assumed she was in some kind of trouble and hit the play button on the message.

Sooo, you can be over my shoulder ever'where I look butch'u can't even answer the damn phone? What's it this time? More clones, ooor vampires, or fuckin' sea monsters? You ruined me, Spectooor. D'you know that? Was it ch'your intention? To make me completely unlovable to an'one who isn't ch'you?

A small pause reported through the speaker, followed by a burp. It was clear Moni had been under the influence from the rambling and impaired speech.

After ever'thing, the least'ch'you could god damn do's answer the pho-one. You blame me and shay that I ran'way but it was ch'you who ran after tellin' me you wouldn't run 'gain. The only thin' you never sheem to run from is what shtupid bird, you shit... and that shtupid church! I-

The voice seemed to have been interrupted by a bit of white noise, then the recording ended. If Moni hadn't been obviously sauced, it would have stung a lot more. Instead, it raised a lot of questions, particularly about why she felt the need to call and what it all meant.

Marc replayed the message several times, picking each word apart until he felt his consciousness take a backseat, unwillingly.

"That's enough of that, mate. Can hardly stand it." Steven said, closing the screen. Once the phone went dark, he caught a glimpse of his reflection and had to do a double-take at the unkept hair, unshaven chin, and bruises that he dawned. "We look like hell."

"You wanna take the time to get a haircut; have at it," Marc responded in the reflection, carelessly.

What was she going to say before the message ended? Would it have mattered at all? He wondered. Should I call back? No, it's already been over an hour.

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