#i could even sit in a car. and some of them aren’t even near roads!! do you really expect me to hike 30 minutes to the basketball hoop

[mockerycrow]

super big congratulations on 4k!! you deserve it <3

i was wondering if you could write a gn! reader x price with the prompt "Hey, it's okay, I got you. You're alright, you're okay." it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic; whatever feels best for you!!

Thank you so much and congratulations!

YOU’RE ALIVE (Price x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; Car accident, implied situationship w/ Price, moderate injuries, flashbacks, near panic attack, open ending.]

YOU DON’T REMEMBER the events that lead up to you in a hospital bed, a cast fitted around your arm, a brace on your knee, a bandage around your skull, and only God knows how many stitches and bandages in random assortments. You can’t forget the numeral wires and tubes attached to you, too. Oh, and the ear-bleeding beeping. John sits next to you in a chair—he’s your… friend, of sorts. You aren’t really sure what to call what you two have going on.

You look at him, slumped in the visitors chair he’s pulled up beside your bed, his arms crossed and his legs spread; his neck is bent at an awkward angle and you know it’s going to ache whenever he awakens. John looks quite tired—he’s looked tired and stressed the entire time he’s been in the hospital room with you. Stressing over you, like a worried hu—…. you shouldn’t think about that. Suddenly the ceiling looks far more appealing to stare at, rather than the beautiful gentleman who is willingly staying at your bedside, despite your exhausted attempts to have him get some proper rest.

You glance over at him—envious of how he’s able to sleep right now. Hm. Honestly, you know John would be awake with you if he had the energy. The only reason why you’re awake is your stitches itch, and the only reason why he’s asleep is because you did not wake up for four days after you passed out at the scene of a car accident you were apparently in; an accident you don’t remember too well. You barely even remember what you had for breakfast that morning; cereal of some kind, maybe? Eggs? You don’t know.

“You were on the way to work, love.” You remember John telling you. You remember the tense expression, the firmness of his eyebrows. The frown of his lip, the way he amusingly resembled a quokka in the moment. You were also apparently on the phone with John at the same time, so whatever happened, he heard all of it. The details from your own memory are fuzzy—your doctors concluded your amnesia is temporary, so they gave you the choice of remembering it yourself or having them tell you. You opted in for the first option.

It was coming back to you in bits and pieces. Small moments where you feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you think you hear glass shattering in the distance; your heart begins to race at different moments. You aren’t sure what to make of it—until now.

“I’m not excited for this meeting.” You whined, your eyes were glued to the road. Your phone is bluetooth connected to your car’s system so you can talk with John and have both of your hands on the wheel. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, honey. Surely it’s just about budgets like last month.” John hums through the speakers of your car. You sigh, turning on your windshield wipers as it’s pouring out, obscuring your vision a bit.

“It’s raining pretty hard, how do the roads look?” He asks, a bit of rustling coming from John’s end. He’s probably reading a book or looking out from the curtains. “I’m driving slower than normal, visibility isn’t the greatest..” You admit, letting out a breath, slowing the car down once again. “..I was sliding a bit, thinking it’s time I get some new wheels.” John hums in agreement. “Definitely. Please be safe, love.” You chuckled glancing around the road, furrowing your eyebrows when the double yellow line seems to fade. “I’m trying my best, Jo—“

You’re suddenly being jostled around violently after a big impact from your front, your seatbelt digging into your skin as something launches your car off to the side. “SHIT—“ You scream, attempting to stop the car, but the rain causes you to slide across the road. Something hits you from the back and you feel you physically feel yourself lift in your seat—and then you’re fading in and out. You wake up with wetness against your face, pain in your ribs, your arm, your skull—

You let out a choked sob as there’s ringing in your ears and your eyes refuse to focus—but you can tell you’re upside down. You see a pair of legs sprinting towards you through your broken side window, and you aren’t really register what’s happening. You blink and the person is try to pry the door open frantically. You still don’t hear them; it’s almost like a silent movie.

The door gives, the flipped car jostling from the force used to pry it open. You blink and fuck—It’s John. His eyes are wide and his jaw is tense, shaky hands. He’s grabbing the sides of your head, forcing you to keep your head still—his lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You sob and you try to reach up to touch him, and he lets you. Your eyes look at your own hand as it’s caked in your own blood, causing you to inhale shakily. This isn’t happening. The pain starts sitting you harder, a pulsing in the side of your head.

“Hey—“ John’s voice suddenly cuts through and you blink, and you’re back in the hospital room. You’re breathing hard and fast, causing your chest to ache more than it already does. His hands are cupping your cheeks like he was in the flipped car, and you let out a panicked sob; your machines make loud beeping noises in retaliation. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you. You’re alright, you’re okay..” John quickly murmurs, his thumbs gently wiping your tears away. “Focus on my voice, okay? You’re alright. You’re in the hospital, love.”

You sniffle and nod, shakily inhaling once again as you try to calm your panicked lungs and struggling heart, your good hand coming up and gently grasping his wrist. “I-I was flipped over—“ You choke out, which John quickly meets with soft shushing and a kiss between your eyebrows. “I know, honey. I know. I got you, you’re safe now.” You nod, choking out another whimper as you lean into his touch—because John’s right. He has you; you’re safe, he’s the one who got to you first. You’re sure you’ll want to ask him how he found you so fast later, but all you want to do right now and feel him and hear him. Because you’re alive.

#crow’s 4k celebration #call of duty #cod #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #modern warfare ii #mw2022 #mw2 2022 #price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #price x gn!reader #price x gn reader #john price x gn!reader #captain john price x gn!reader #captain price x gn!reader #john price #captain john price #price cod #price call of duty #price mw2 #captain price mw2 #cod price #captain price #cod mw

[buzzheadchick]

Okay time I do my Walten Files posting. I’ve noticed some confusion regarding timelines and what’s happening when, so I want to try to write down what happens and when. Now someone this stuff not make much sense, and some may possibly be retconned, but this is what we are given.

The crash happened the night of May 2nd. Multiple times in the series we are told this. Jack calls Felix that night, Felix does not pick up. Jack goes to Felix’s house (12:23 AM according to CC), Felix does not answer. Jack says “I know you can hear me” and “I know you’re in there,” but we are to presume this is wishful thinking on his end, because Felix is not actually home. Felix was out until early hours of the morning the next day (May 3rd) digging the graves (still sitting in one as of 8:56 AM according to CC), throwing the bag into the river, and then going to the police station. Even earlier in the morning, presumably after Jack went to Felix’s house (which was past midnight and thus morning), Jack had already gone to the police. We learn this in the description under Lacrimosa.

"Report 90892 May 4th, 1974 - Brighton City Police Department

Wrr: Frank Davis

Felix Archer Kranken reportedly arrived at the station in the morning on May 3rd, He had a broken pair of glasses, dirty blue pants and a yellow dress shirt covered in dirt and blood. When I got the call He was already taken into custody, we sat him down for a few hours and he revealed valuable information about a case we were previously told about earlier that same day by Mr. Jack Walten. Walten's 2 youngest kids, Edd and Molly Walten, had disappeared with Kranken the night prior. Felix's alibi stated he was unconscious or about 20 minutes, when he woke up the kid had ran off."

In TFW4, we get a sort of update from Felix from “3 days after the accident.” He said he “finally told them what happened” in his office, which I think we are to believe he told them the truth, as opposed to the lie he told the police. However, he still lies about the Rocket doll. In the description under Guilty, we see this:

"In memorial of Edward Walten - Molly Walten:

- Ed (12) and Molly (9) died Thursday, May 2nd, 1974 in a fatal car accident, they were leaving a party made by their school to celebrate Spring. Jack Walten (father, husband) couldn't take the kids to the celebration because of work. A friend of Mr. Walten would take the kids instead. On the way back home, Jack's friend would be driving in questionable conditions, thus crashing his car near the road next to Saint Juana's forest. Instantly taking both Edward and Molly's lives. You will be remembered, our little angels, our little red children."

The video Guilty is from three years ago, so this may be retconned, but it is the current understanding that by the time of the funeral for Ed and Molly, they knew the truth of what happened. This points to the idea that during the meeting in Felix’s office, he told the truth. However, it is unclear if this truth went out to the police. There are a few reasons why The Waltens may not go forward with the information Felix told them, but I don’t cover them here as they aren’t explicitly stated.

It is unclear when the funeral is, but based off of the memorial, it is after Felix came clean. In TWF4, on “05/13” (May 13th) Susan and Charles only find out “weeks” later about the funeral, but it physically couldn’t have been more than ten days, implying the funeral was held quickly after the accident, possibly as soon as they Waltens found out the truth. With it also being clear it was “family only,” it seems in addition to not telling the police, the family hadn’t told ANYONE. It is unclear if Susan and Charles know the full truth, or only the truth given to the police, only that he was “drunk while driving the car.” By that time, Susan says she hasn’t heard from Jack “in a long while.” Both of them think there’s something off with Felix’s story, implying that they maybe don’t know the full truth, but they could just be doubting what we the audience have been shown (which still may not be the full story). Charles asks if the kids are “gone,” which is ambiguous wording. I think it may be intentional that we don’t know what they know. Some point prior to that, Felix hid Rocket at Bon’s Burgers, and told Susan not to tell Rosemary or Jack. Jack disappears almost a month later, on June 11th. Susan dies even later, on June 30th.

So that’s the timeline of the events we see surrounding the new video. I can’t tell you if maybe there’s more than Felix even knows happened that night, or who knows what, or why the Waltens haven’t gotten Felix arrested. But that’s the timeline.

#The Walten Files #the walten files spoilers #TWF #twf spoilers #twf 4

[wsbhonni]

Sanctuary (Chapter 3: Apartment)

(Sorry, I was on a road trip lol)

*The bathroom is on the left, just a few steps next to the bedroom. Asa couldn't help but silently judge the dirty spots he noticed around the relatively small room- Whoever cleaned this bathroom did a passable job, though he prefers some places to be scrubbed a bit harder.

Asa steps in front of the mirror where he carefully examines himself. Paleness gingerly brushes its presence across his face, he looks exhausted. He’s wearing the same turtleneck shirt from the day he “died”, albeit it smells freshly washed and previously torn-by-knife slashes have been sewn back quite beautifully- he didn’t know Arkin could sew. Asa tugged on the sewing line across the shirt’s right waist before lifting it up to see the damage.

The patch on his lower stomach caught his eye first, then the sewn up patch of skin near his ribcage, then his eyes wandered around his torso to catch up on new, still slightly pink and healing minor to larger scars. A few bruises have barely begun to heal- there aren’t many but they are quite big, Arkin preferred the knife. There’s a slash near his neck too, that one should’ve killed him.

Asa traces his still aching hand across his injuries. A sense of melancholy follows his fingers as they move from scar to scar. He stares at himself in the mirror, the ring in his ears drowns out the porcelain tiles of the bathroom- eyes glued to the motion of his hand.

When he mindlessly pressed onto a particularly sensitive cut, the tingle of pain snaps him out of the trance. He stared at his wounds for a while longer before pulling his shirt down and turned on the faucet to splash some water onto his dishevelled visage.

Asa makes his way back to the bedroom again. He feels like a hole is starting to eat away at his strength, spreading all the way to his head where it makes him think about the man who took revenge on him once more. Asa curls into the blanket, he doesn’t feel like doing anything. And the texture of Arkin’s slightly hard mattress and thin, roughed up blanket is strangely comforting. 

He looks at the empty bowl of soup and the almost fully-drank water bottle on the nightstand. He contemplates getting up and washing the bowl at least, but he can’t find the motivation to right now, maybe later. The basic vegetable chicken soup tasted pretty good, it’s bland enough to be neutral for picky eaters- just lightly salted; same thing can be said about the texture, and he liked it. Maybe he can replicate the recipe when he gets back to his own home. . . 

Sunlight spills in from the half-opened window, along with the sound of people and cars running by- mixing with the slow whirring of the ceiling fan. He’s full, he feels clean and comfortable in bed, in Arkin’s bed. Asa clutches onto the blanket as he pulls it over his head- the thing smells like Arkin too. The moment feels like a part of that strange dream he had. Asa wanted them to last,… his eyes felt heavy and slowly drifted to sleep. 

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

It’s been hours. 

The killer wakes up again. Oh god... abnormal growls rang out from his stomach. It’s dark out, with no sign of Arkin coming home yet. He’s sweating. Asa sits up on the bed uncomfortably, tossing the blanket away. The suddenly sick hugs his own stomach and quietly groans. If he had died sooner he wouldn’t have to be dealing with this.

The fact that Arkin hadn't come home by this hour should worry him, but-  slowly, carefully, he tried to steady his breath, the saliva filling up every nook of his mouth was simply the last straw. His body demands a purge. He rushed to the bathroom then threw up into the toilet.

-Arkin unlocked his front door with a loud clunk- wondering if Asa was still even there. He didn't plan on keeping the guy hostage or anything, but he wanted to keep him around until he was at least healed up a little.

The bag of groceries in his left hand rustled as he pushed the door open, heading towards his kitchen. His feet ached and his back begged him to sit down, but no, if he did, he wouldn't be able to get back up. He had dinner and an ailing man to take care of first. He set the bag down on the countertop, and produced a jar of simple red sauce and a few packages of different kinds of noodles.

He decided to make Asa some pasta, to see if he could stomach solid foods. He got a pot of water on the stove top, and turned the burner on. While that boiled, Arkin decided to go see how Asa was doing, so he kicked his shoes off and made his way down the short hallway to his room. Immediately, something was wrong, the door was swung open, and the bed was empty. Arkin, for a second thought Asa had just left- when he heard the unmistakable sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom.

' Oh, fuck -'

Arkin quickly opened the door, and saw what he expected to see- Asa kneeled on the floor, spitting up weakly into the toilet. He jumped at the sound of the door swinging open- like he didn't expect Arkin to be there.

"Hey- man," Arkin said softly, already approaching him, he was about to ask if he needed water- when he cut him off. 

"Is everything okay? I was wondering where you were." Asa slurred, barely above a whisper.

His concern seemed... genuine.

"Dude- who cares-" Arkin exasperated. Asa mumbled something in return.

As He moved to help walk Asa back to bed, he felt how feverish the man was. His face went tight- wondering if he even had anything stronger than baby aspirin in his apartment.

*Bile teetering between the threshold of his throat and tongue as he stumbled and flopped onto the bed. Asa immediately sat up on the edge of the mattress where the blob in the shape of the other man urged him to lay down again- despite the room spinning and the horrible after taste of vomit clinging at the back of his throat, he still feels the need to not let anyone see him like this. “I’ll be fine. . . just, leave me to sleep for a while” - Asa lightly swat Arkin’s hand away from touching him. He doesn’t know if he’s having a fever or is it just his body heating up from staying under the blanket for too long. Either way, his forehead is damp and stars are swimming in his vision.

Arkin furrows his eyebrows, visibly annoyed by the other man’s stubbornness.

“No fucking way man, m’not waking up to a corpse in my bed.” -He exclaimed, reaching forward again to check Asa’s forehead, only to be met with the man weakly turned his head away only to receive a displeased grunt, in which he reluctantly let Arkin put his hand onto his face. It feels embarrassing, he’s not a child to be shushed or checked on so gently. But as he feels Arkin’s cool hand touch his forehead, no matter how far he scuttled away from the thief’s attention, his body isn’t refusing the touch. 

Arkin’s hand is rough, on his palms are calloused spots beneath fingers from years of labour, some short lines of skin on his ring and middle finger have turned white and are flaking off; still, the tips of his fingers are soft enough, cool and reassuring. A touch that makes Asa feel at ease, a touch that Arkin has done more than once- probably to his daughter. The fact doesn’t make Asa feel less like a child, but he sat there to get checked up nonetheless. 

Arkin let out a soft sigh of relief when he notices Asa isn’t having a fever, the guy is just overheated for some reason. That and him emptying his stomach earlier. He put his hand down and moved to sit on the bed with the hesitating man. He can see the apprehensiveness seeping from the way the killer moves further into the bed to avoid being touched, or touching him.

Asa tries to calm down from drawing short breaths. He’s not even looking at Arkin right now, the whole thing feels overwhelming and his first instinctive reaction is wanting to sleep it off. He wonders where Arkin is sleeping tonight, if not on the bed.

They sit there in silence, in the darkness of the bedroom where only the warm vivid light emitting from the kitchen down the hallway is poking into the space between them. 

-Arkin broke the silence with a sigh.

"I think you should eat," He asked, "I was just gonna make spaghetti, but I can make you soup again if you wanna."

His gaze was focused on Asa. It wasn't intent or angry, it was... patient? Either way, Asa kind of hated it. But also liked the kindness that reached him. He looked away from Arkin- trying to ignore his confusing feelings.

"Just water and bread will be fine." Asa grumbled, throat sore and vile souring his mouth.

Arkin merely hummed, "I'll get you something for your throat too."

Asa's frown furrowed. Surely, Arkin was just messing with him. Waiting for his guard to drop. For what reason- he couldn't say. Arkin stood and made it to the door, before Asa spoke up again.

"Why are you doing all of this?" He inquired.

Arkin simply shrugged, "Dunno."

Asa rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Any plans?" He tilted his head (secretly hoping for something devious).

"Nope." Arkin smirked, and headed back to the kitchen.

Asa felt his lips curl into a smile.

#collectkin #sanctuary au

[ubeerosophy]

As You Are He

My favorite time to drive is generally between 4 and 6 am. There is hardly any other traffic on the road during those hours which means less opportunity for me to get upset at the way other people are driving.

A while back I picked up a young man from an industrial setting in the wee hours of the morning.

People aren’t usually talkative at that time of day, especially during the week. The reason for this is that they are either bracing themselves for a full day of work or are getting off a long night of work. This particular gentleman, however, was friendly and open to conversation. It’s obvious when someone is willing to talk. Generally, after they get in and I tell them good morning, they’ll ask a question. Something like, “How’s your morning going?” or “Gotten many rides this morning?” Without exception I will pounce on the opportunity to converse. I have an innate intrigue with everyone and their backstory, but conversation also makes the ride go exceptionally faster.

We only talked for a few moments before it became obvious we had some things in common. Namely the way we look at and approach life. That is to say curiously, if not suspiciously. If I remember right, it progressed quickly to some half joking reference by one of us to the movie “The Matrix.” The Matrix, I’ve found, is a fairly accurate barometer for feeling someone out. If they prefer to wade in the shallower end of the pool, they’ll laugh and either fall silent or just change the topic. If, however, they spend any amount of time questioning the nature of reality and what we think we know about any and everything, they’ll seize the opportunity to dive headfirst into the deep end. This man chose to dive.

After I touched on some things I’m currently into and learning about, he asked me if I’d ever heard of the “egg theory.” Shaking my head, I looked in the rear-view mirror and told him no. What he explained sounded something like a form of reincarnation, but given that it had its own name and some random stranger was sitting in my back seat talking about it, I assumed there had to be more to it. As soon as he got out of the car, roughly fifteen minutes from the time I picked him up, I typed “egg theory” into the notes on my phone so that I could revisit it. A few days later I remembered the conversation and typed it into google.

“The Egg” is a short story written by a man named Andy Weir in 2009. It’s a very brief read, and presented primarily in the form of a dialogue between you and God, immediately following your death in a car accident. I don’t want to spoil every detail, but it plays with the notion that every time we die, we are reborn into another person that has or will exist throughout history. It doesn’t happen in chronological order, and the process will continue until you have lived every life that has ever existed on earth, accumulating their experiences and knowledge in the process. You are unaware this is happening while you are “alive,” and once you are done, you will ascend to a deity like status. In essence, the universe is an egg, whereby we are growing and will eventually hatch into another form of being.

A couple blogs ago, I referenced near death experiences, a topic I will likely revisit often. One of the reoccurring themes on the other side in NDE’s is the discovery of an interconnectedness we all have. The first couple times I heard this mentioned in an experiencer’s account, I thought it sounded overly cliché, but the more NDE’s I listened to, the more I began hearing it from a diverse group of individuals with varying pre-death beliefs and backgrounds. They weren’t just saying actions have a “ripple effect,” but that it goes even deeper than that. Like on a molecular or quantum level. According to these people, who have legitimately died and been uploaded with knowledge we seem to have once possessed and will possess again, when we do something to someone else, we are literally doing it to ourselves. It would seem that at least unintentionally, that’s the notion that the author of the “egg theory” is toying with. Everyone operating in that system is just a different version of the same person, so we are constantly interacting with ourselves. Whatever you do to someone else, you are literally doing to yourself.

For even the most zealous person of faith, in a monotheistic sense, this isn’t incompatible with their belief system. Not necessarily the egg theory itself, but the concept of literal interconnectedness. If you believe in a singular creator, then we all derive from the same source. No matter what we are made of or instilled with, our origin is the same. That’s true for pretty much any atheistic belief as well. Whether you consider us star dust or the breath of God, we each derived from the same place.

This concept can be found across all cultures and religions throughout time. In a philosophical sense, it may be referred to as the “Ethics of Reciprocity,” but one popular version of it is called “The Golden Rule.” It goes, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” While those words are valuable council even on a surface level, they take on another layer of meaning when one applies the aforementioned concepts. You are literally doing unto yourself anytime you do unto another. Even if just in a quantum sense, whereby we all originate from a singular source and retain a level of energy connectedness, we are still doing to ourselves on some physical level.

The ego seems to be a major problem for the ethics of reciprocity. I often wonder why we were allowed to have it, or why it was allowed to take the dominant role in our lives and behavior that it does. The ego seeks to serve the self, and approaches life from the vantage point of the individual’s wants and needs. That is, unless that’s the point of life. To identify the ego as problematic and then work to suppress it for the good of the collective. It seems so obvious.

Unless, of course, the universe is just an egg.

The UBeerOsopher

And now…a haiku:

if all that matters

could be fit into an egg

we’d just scramble it

“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.” ~ Carl Jung

#egg theory #the egg #andy weir #reincarnation #near death experience #nde #lyft #uber #philosophy #carl jung #the matrix #reciprocity #golden rule #energy #liberal arts #psychology #beer #rideshare #indiana #lafayette #university

[his-name-is-stewart]

11 | Flying

Ghoul had been listening to the sound of the rain pelting against his bedroom window as he laid in bed, wide awake. The light rain showers that Gotham had felt all day had turned into a torrential downpour in the last half hour, and the wind and rain showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.

His phone ringing was the last thing he’d expected to hear, especially with how late it was, and he certainly wouldn’t have thought it would be from them.

“It’s Ghoul.”

He could barely hear their voice above the sound of rain on their end. “Hi, Ghoul, I- god, I’m sorry, it’s late-” 

“The Jokerz givin’ ya trouble again?” He sat up in bed, tossing his covers off. 

“No, I-” Their voice was trembling.

He frowned. “What’s that matter, then?” 

He could hear them sigh. “My car broke down- in the woods, outside Gotham. I ah.. I don’t have any way to get home.”

He stood up, pulling on his boots and heading for the door of his apartment. He grabbed a jacket and his keys as he did so. “Can ya describe where you are?”

They pulled their knees up to their chest as they sat shivering in their car. The heater had failed with the engine, so there was nothing to keep them warm except the ratty quilt they used to cover their backseat with. 

When they had decided to go for a late night drive on the outskirts of Gotham, the rain hadn’t been anywhere near this bad- if it had been, they wouldn’t have gone. They weren’t about to wake up any of their coworkers with their dilemma - not that they had any of their phone numbers anyway - but they figured if anyone would be awake so late, it was someone like Ghoul. They weren’t quite sure how they felt about asking him for help, but they were glad they were right about him being awake.

It only took him a couple minutes to get there. Judging by how his bike skidded to a stop on the wet gravel road, they guessed he wasn’t adhering to the speed limit on his way. He leaned the bike against a tree by the road, then walked up to their car, knocking on the passenger side window. 

They unlocked the doors and he climbed in, squeezing some water out of his hair. “Lovely weather, isn’t it?”

They gave him a small, awkward smile in response. “I called a tow truck. They should be here in… a while.. Thank you for coming.”

“Sure, sweets.” He looked over at them, narrowing his eyes at how they were shaking. “Why’re ya out here anyway? You know this is Jokerz territory, right?”

“Fuck, is it?” They pulled the quilt tighter around themself, rubbing their arms for warmth.

“Yeah,” he said with a frown, shrugging his leather jacket off his shoulders. “I mean, they aren’t out here much, but.. Still not safe. So why are ya out here?”

They sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d go for a drive to stop my mind from wandering so much. I didn’t realize the fucking sky would open up.”

Ghoul draped his jacket over their shoulders and they jumped, surprised. He shrugged as they looked over at him, raising a brow. “You were shivering.”

As they relaxed into his jacket, they noted that it smelled of cinnamon and nutmeg. “Aren’t you gonna be cold?” 

“I’ve survived worse.”

Both of them had settled into a somewhat comfortable silence by the time the tow truck got there. They’d closed their eyes and leaned their head back against the seat, not sleeping, but trying to rest to some extent.

They could feel Ghoul’s eyes on them, which was probably less unnerving than it should’ve been. He was a criminal, a dangerous person- but it felt safe, sitting in the car with him. 

Maybe it was because of how much he reminded them of Stewart. It wasn’t a good reason to trust him, they knew that, but they couldn't help but feel like they were sitting with a friend. 

As the tow truck’s lights shone through their car’s windshield, they opened their eyes, glancing around. The downpour hadn’t slowed down any, but even so, they opened the car door to go and talk to the driver. 

Ghoul slipped out of their car to hide in the shadows at the treeline, watching their interaction.

It didn’t take the driver long to get their car hauled off to the shop, probably because she wanted to get out of the rain just as much as they did. They paid her and gave her their contact information before meeting Ghoul at the treeline. “Let’s get out of the rain.”

He nodded, starting up his bike. “Hop on. I’ll go slower for ya.”

“Thanks.” They climbed on behind him, electing to let their hands stay by their sides.

Ghoul glanced over his shoulder at them, raising an eyebrow. “Hold on, sweets. I’m not goin’ that slow.”

“Oh. Uh-” Hesitantly, they wrapped their arms around him, holding on tight.

“I don’t bite, promise.” He revved the engine a few times, flicked on the headlight, and peeled out of the forest, skidding on the wet gravel as he did so. 

If they weren’t holding on before, they certainly were by the time they were out of the woods. 

He slowed down a bit as they entered the city, weaving through traffic like it came natural to him. Once the initial terror disappeared, they opened their eyes and found themself enjoying the ride. 

Gotham at night was always a sight, but with the neon lights of the city reflecting off every surface and refracting through the rain that was still falling, it was breathtaking. They found themself laughing in glee as they wove through the city streets. 

Ghoul’s heart damn near skipped a beat as they started to laugh. It had been so long since he’d heard their laughter. Fuck, he’d missed them.

It wasn’t long before he was grinning, laughing with them as he sped through puddles and around corners. He didn’t bother hiding the joy in his eyes as he called over his shoulder to them. “Would ya mind a detour??” 

They laughed, not making out a word he said over the wind in their ears. “What??”

“Detour??” Ghoul yelled a little louder this time and they nodded, their smile real wide.

“Yes!!”

He sped up, turning onto the entrance ramp of a nearly empty skyway. “Hell yeah!” The road curved up and out of the city, before looping back around again, under itself. And the view- the view was magical. 

It felt like they were flying above the city, the lights all spread out before them and lighting up the road in front of them.

By the time he slowed to a stop in front of the diner, their face ached from how much they’d been smiling. They squeezed him a bit tighter, resting their head on his shoulder as they hugged him from behind. “Thank you. For everything. That was.. amazing.” 

He glanced at their head on his shoulder and smiled, quickly looking away. “Anytime, sweets. Now get out of the rain, will ya?”

They laughed, nodding, and climbed off of the bike. Heading inside, they turned back to wave goodbye, just to find he’d already sped off.

#tw unsafe driving #ask to tag #stewart carter winthrop iii #jokerz ghoul #batman beyond ghoul #batman beyond #ghoul batman beyond #my writing #In Your Eyes #Ghoul x Reader

[set-phasers-to-whump]

the way you shake and shiver

prompt: shaking hands

whumpee: sakari nurmi

fandom: karppi/deadwind

hi! here's another karppi fic fo today. it's the first one i've written that's definitively pre-ship :) hope you enjoy!!

The road back to Helsinki is all but empty and covered in a thin dusting of snow. It’s twilight, and faraway lights dot the landscape. It’s peaceful, really, even if he is in the middle of investigating a brutal murder. 

He is looking forward to getting back to the city because he’s been invited to Karppi’s place for dinner. Apparently Emil really wants to see him. He gets a bit distracted thinking about what they’re going to have for dinner and wondering whether Emil is really all that excited to see him or whether Karppi just doesn’t want to ask him over for herself. He nearly drifts off the road for a second but corrects the movement before his tires actually leave the paved surface. 

He recovers from that minor shock quickly and keeps his thoughts on the road ahead. And then he rounds a tree-lined corner and there’s a semi truck coming straight down the middle of the road, right at him. Its headlights are blinding and it takes up both lanes and it comes up on him so suddenly that he just barely has time to yank the wheel sharply to the right and veer off the road and out of the way. 

His car skids off the surface of the road and the truck passes by so closely that it scrapes against the side of his car with a horrible metallic screech. 

The truck roars on past. He sits there with his hands on the wheel and his foot on the brake, staring straight ahead through the windshield for quite some time as his brain and body catch up to what’s just happened. 

His heart is pounding and his breathing is shaky and uneven and his hands are wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel that it hurts. He blinks long and hard before slowly prying one hand off of the wheel, putting the car in park, and shutting off the engine. 

He moves on autopilot now. His door is still working. He opens it, climbs out of the car and turns on his phone’s flashlight. He walks around the car on shaky legs. Other than a massive scratch on the rear left side, there’s no damage. 

As soon as he sees the scratch, though, he starts thinking about what damage there could have been if he’d been just a split second slower to react, if the truck driver had been going just a bit faster. His hands start to shake and his breathing grows more ragged. He could have been killed. He doesn’t even think about the fact that there are other times in his life where he’s almost been killed. Those, at the moment, are irrelevant. This is now. The adrenaline, the relief, the fear, are all immense and immediate. 

He doesn’t want to be out here anymore, is the most dominant instinct in his body. Almost mechanically, he gets back into the car, starts the engine, and resumes his route back to the city. 

Fortunately it isn’t more than twenty minutes away. As he gets closer to the city, however, he passes more and more cars traveling in the opposite direction. Each time one comes near him, he grips the steering wheel so hard that he can’t even feel his hands still shaking. But nothing else happens. Every other driver on the road behaves exactly as they’re supposed to. 

He’s fairly exhausted by the time he finally reaches Karppi’s apartment. He knocks on the door and realizes for the first time just how much his hands are shaking. Quickly, he buries them in his pockets, just in time for Karppi to open the door. 

She raises an eyebrow at him. “I guess you didn’t get my text?”

“No. Is something wrong?”

“Emil got invited to a sleepover. I already got pizza though, if you want to stay.”

“Sure.”

He’s secretly quite glad Emil’s not here. He imagines it’s difficult to play FIFA if your hands are shaking too much to hold onto the controller. 

He takes a deep breath to try to steady himself before stepping inside (it doesn’t work). Karppi shuts the door behind him and then looks at him. 

“Aren’t you going to take off your coat?”

He shrugs, keeping his hands tucked into his pockets. “I’m cold.”

She shrugs back at him. “Okay,” she says, though she doesn’t sound like she believes him.

They sit down on the couch. He stealthily removes his hands from his pockets and traps them under his legs instead. Karppi doesn’t notice. She’s too busy opening the pizza box that sits on the table. 

She holds a plate out to him. He doesn't take it, even though he’s hungry and the pizza smells good. 

“What, aren’t you going to eat? I thought you were always hungry.”

He shrugs again. “Not always.” 

He knows he’s not being a very good guest, but he feels like if he tries to do anything else then everything is going to immediately fall apart. He wishes he hadn’t come in. Wishes he was in his own apartment with no one there to see him. 

“Okay,” is all Karppi says. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

She picks out a film, some detective story he’s never seen before, and puts it on. He stares at the picture without seeing it. He feels like he can barely breathe. His hands are starting to hurt from being pinned down but he just knows they’re still trembling anyway. He wants to stand up and run out and just keep running until he collapses, but he doesn’t even have the energy to move. 

He doesn’t realize that she’s paused the movie at first. And then her hand is on his knee, hesitant, like she thinks he might shove her away. It startles him back into reality. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Try again. You look like Emil when he skins his knee and doesn’t want to cry.”

He can’t do this. He pulls his hands out from under his legs because they’re starting to go numb, and he’s hoping the movement will give him enough momentum to get up, but instead he just keeps sitting there. 

Karppi grabs his hands with unexpected gentleness. 

“Why are you shaking?”

He takes a breath that’s just as shaky as his hands. He opens his mouth to deny that there’s anything wrong but can’t make himself speak. All he can do is shake his head. 

She wraps her arms around him so quickly that he doesn’t have time to back away, to pretend like he doesn’t want this. All he can do is sink into the embrace. Her fingers reach up and comb through his hair, and just like that everything falls apart. 

--

Eventually the panic ebbs away and he begins to feel like he can actually breathe again. His heart slows down to its resting rate instead of trying to pound out of his chest. He and Karppi separate at the same time, but they don’t go far. She takes his hands again. They’re still shaking, but not from panic, just from the adrenaline wearing off. 

He doesn’t look at her. He feels like he physically can’t. She rubs her thumbs over the backs of his hands and it’s so sincere and so kind that he feels like he might cry. People don’t do this for him.

She tugs him a bit closer again and his breath catches but doesn’t speed up. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of something. It doesn’t scare him like it has before. 

She kisses him on the side of the temple, and even though they’ve kissed properly before, this feels somehow ten times more real. He leans into it, into her, and she lets him. He thinks that maybe he’s stepped off of that edge, but he isn’t falling. They’re both still right here. 

thanks for reading! i hope you liked it, love youuuu <3

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #shaking hands #karppi #deadwind #fic #sakari nurmi #my writing #i say things #emotional whump #comfort #got somft on this one folks. just how it happens sometimes. #anyway i think ive done this before where i didn't refer to him by name at all during the fic thats so funny we love that #anyway this was fun bc its like. not the whump you expect when you think of something involving cars. not that i don't love a good #car crash fic though. #anyway byeeee #need to maybe work on my fic for tomorrow lol

[benda-rule-or-two]

Sometimes being jobless is for the better

Outlast starter for @v-hub-v

This company, Murkoff was shady to say the least. Nah, not shady, more than shady. Despite not stuffing her nose into places too much, even an idiot could tell this place wasn’t what they were trying to pretend to be.

Senna was buried deep in thought, leaning against the door of her brothers car, who was driving down the messy dirt road below the speed minimum. It’s five am right now— her shift starts at nine, however Thomas works in the asylums kitchen unlike her— means he needs to get prep work done for hundreds of patients and staff members. Besides, he’s mentioned the company doesn’t exactly fund the kitchen as much as it should, doesn’t fund sources of care and comfort for the patients much over all really, him only sharing the kitchen with a couple of cooks, which is a severe case of being understaffed. She—

Started out of thought, Thomas had stopped the car, parking at the pack parking lot of the asylum. With a gentle sigh the red head got up, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Thanks for the ride Thomas. I would offer to help you in the kitchen, but honestly I don’t want to get anywhere near the area with patients.”

The tall man got out or the car mere seconds after her, giving a scoff at her statement, locking the car with a soft click of the keys.

“I know they don’t.. look the best, but you should give some of them a chance. I know it can be scary, but the dangerous ones aren’t really allowed into the cafeteria, that would endanger the other patients! Most of them are actually really nice—“

“No offense big bro, i believe you and all, but you have to consider the physical difference between us. To you they may not seem scary, but most of them are bigger than me, and I’ve heard that there’s multiple cases of patients aggressive towards women in particular in this place. Knowing my luck that’s exactly who’d I run into.”

Thomas simply gave a sigh as Senna started walking towards the huge, spooky looking building, pulling his bag over his head as he quickly followed.

“Okay.. I don’t want to force you, you know that. But— you know, that underground labyrinth scares me much more than the patients do.”

“Oh yeah, it sucks and the walls are weird, but it’s been three months— I’ve learned a simple path to the server room. I get there, sit there for eight hours and work on their computers, servers, data and such, then take the same path out. Very simple.”

“Okay.. just stay safe, okay sis? Don’t go snooping, don’t be like Sue—“

“I’m not—“

“—I don’t care, just don’t. I don’t want to lose you, and I have a feeling this is one of those corporations that can easily make you disappear.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it Tommy.”

Turning around, the redhead quickly dashed towards the other, pressing against Thomas and pulling him into a deep hug.

“I love you, good luck at the kitchen. Meet you here at five?”

“Meet you here at five.”

He responded with a smile, returning the hug with a gentle squeeze, before watching his baby sister walk away inti a different part of the asylum, one much deeper in the ground that he wasn’t familiar with. He’s only heard rumors from the patients, which he hoped weren’t true.

With a small knot of anxiety within his throat, Thomas set off to the cafeteria, while Senna walked down her learned path, observing the eerie empty halls of the laboratory present below the asylum. Usually this place was buzzing with life, guards standing by every other corner, but since she’s here so early, she’s only met a couple, most excitedly waiting for the ends of their night shifts.

Maybe she could take a nap in her little server room? She does have four hours until her work officially starts. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.

So that’s what she did. As soon as she got to her station, she sat behind the small table provided, attempting to get comfortable in the cheap plastic chair. It wasn’t the best, but being so tired? It didn’t really matter. It didn’t take long before she dozed off, unaware of the hell that was about to begin just a few hours later.

#v-hub-v #Senna ~ the hands #starter #IM SORRY ITS SO LONG

[sebastianorion]

The ink dries fast, leaving a permanent impression, non washable. A chemical change. Matter unable to be displaced. Should burn this page just to be sure. Set the whole book ablaze. Enticing, but it’d be a part of me embalmed in flames. A 4th dimensional break unable to be traversed back to again. Passing faces, something too nice to not get a second glance at. Working and working and working and working again. I am a man of my.

You are driving down a long straight road you see no end to. Trees hang over the sky above you, the sun glints through the leaves as the branches sway from the wind. There are no roads connecting to the one you currently traverse. You are oddly familiar with this road, just not knowing where it ends. Recollecting parts of past memories, trying to make sense of this dream-like scenario. Corn and wheat fields surround you. Growing over the windows of the car, leaving you unable to see past the first row of crops. Just leaving you to wonder how big the expanse is beyond the ears and floating barley whipping back and forth.

I am getting so tired of (fill in the blank) Getting more and more comfortable with the places that aren’t my home, my bed, my chair, my bathroom. Looking forward to work. Nothing out of the ordinary happens, nothing dramatic or unexpected could transpire into a meaningless mess. People come and go. Passing by passing faces that will forget me within the hour. A mothers burden, the weight of a child while being formed and afterwards. It’s my fault I started this, I was first. The first burden, I will not repeat that same mistake. I will get away from this. They tell me that I will be the change. I believe it but it won’t be the change they thought of. It’s a tough time I guess. The start of the new year and all. My body hurts, my hands ache, my heart pleads against my brain, my mind doesn't know which way it would like to go. You can lead someone to choice but they’ll still have to be the one to make it.

True wisdom can only be surmised in short sentences. Little anecdotes and idioms. I take a deep breath and pause like I’m about to explain some shit. I have a lot of time left still and a lot of it has been spent sleeping, working a decent amount of that time. Just getting hooked up with the wrong females. Wrong crowd. Been searching through parts of my life where things could’ve gone differently. If I had found someone else, if I had better friends in Milwaukee. If I got a nicer car way earlier. It’s impossible to narrow down and harmful to think about. Feeling pressured like a set of eyes are always on me. My brain feels loud today.

A close mirror image of my boss right now. Sitting next to me, the truth is. I feel troubled. The truth is I know my time is coming up. I feel an important decision will come about. Like I will soon have to make a choice. I’m scared but I also found out how to stop caring about a path of life, about where I will be taken. If there is a road I hope to veer off and crash somewhere out in the country near my grandparents house. Another spot I know too well. You surround yourself with all the things you love and then you get tired of them. You get tired of the things you love then you don’t love them anymore. I had a blistering headache. You don’t love these things like you once did, too much overexposure and the same old same old. Happens with everything, your significant other even. A problem I ran into a little too early for me to completely sort out. I feel my headache coming back. People driving through life like a long, one way road. THEN THERE’S ME. Crashed on purpose, stuck on the side of the road, stranded. Just biding time.

[digitalsatyr23]

Cars in Your Photo Album (Nonfiction)

           The brain is a funny thing, is it not? The idea of it feels so detached from the self when you think about it, but it’s the only part of you that is really you. Three pounds and about 100 billion neurons firing off all over the place. That’s you, in a can. The brain is the star of the show that is the self. Everything else attached might as well be stage extras in comparison, though they serve their purpose (as do stage extras). I’d be selling the rest of the body short if I didn’t think it had some contribution to who you are. It is, after all, the means through which you act and move through the world. It’s like a car, and you (the brain) are the driver. Of course, whether in life or on the road, rarely do we meet the driver.

           Going off of the car analogy, you can have a pretty rundown car but a great driver, or you could have a perfectly functioning car, but the driver may have had one too many margaritas and is just having a time trying to navigate that road we call life. And sometimes bad drivers beget bad cars, running them into the ground without really knowing why. Sometimes getting your license at 24 works out great, but other times not so great. Your mileage may vary. I think that sums up my problems. Late start, bad driver, rundown car.

           Let’s discard the terminology for an instant so we can cut to the heart of the issue. I’m not well, or at least not most of the time. We all have our issues, but mine are a bit longer lasting in the mental health department. Sometimes just getting through the day is a chore and I sit back and stare at the ceiling asking so many questions knowing I won’t have any of the answers. I often find myself adrift in an ocean of thought, both serious and pointless in its direction and execution. My mind, my self... It all seems awfully preoccupied with something, I just don’t know what yet.

           But author, you ask, “Didn’t you just say your mind is you? Why are you talking about it like it’s a separate thing?” and to that, dear reader, I ask another question: “When you look in the mirror, are you looking at yourself, or a reflection of yourself?” That’s just how I look at things – through a mirror. Or, depending on the day, a window. There’s always been a sense of distance I’ve felt between myself and the world. I’m there, but I’m not. It’s like being an observer through a camera. You see hundreds of people going about their business, living their lives, and sometimes ask yourself “Why aren’t I doing that?” It’s nice to watch sometimes, just don’t be a creep about it. Two or three seconds should do just fine.

           I guess that’s what being driven around in a car all your life will do to you. You stop trying to be an active participant and just enjoy the scenery. That sense of a long and winding road with no beginning and no end, life just passing you by... Have you ever felt that way? It’s certainly easy, but not rewarding in the slightest. Sometimes you notice a smiling face with a hearty laugh and you wonder how long you’ll be able to see that person before they disappear behind you forever, like the back of a car fading into the distance in your rear-view mirror. I’ve known quite a few cars from my travels, some of them near and dear favorites. Oh, to see the smiling Pontiac, the friendly Taurus, the beautiful Berlinetta! Life has a way of getting away from you, doesn’t it? And I’m not even that old! I dare not think about how I’ll been when I’m in my 30s and 40s!

           Have you ever been in love? I know I have. I remember the first time I fell in love, and the second time, and the third... It’s a very powerful feeling, but it messes with your head. Makes you do things you never thought you’d do in a million years. And even though you may regret it a little while later, and when it comes to an end you may be wracked with pain and grief, once you put enough distance between yourself and that memory, well, even the worst of times may seem like the best of times. Just another photo in the album you can share with another who is willing to look and listen, and the cycle continues...

           Why do I bring this up, you ask? I’m mostly reminiscing on a car I remember from a long time ago. Childhood, in fact. She was a Chevrolet Camaro Z with a spotless black paint job with a stereo that could sing, and I was a Buick with the bumper falling off. What, that’s a weird comparison? How should I know? I don’t know a damn thing about cars! Maybe a Camaro isn’t a great car, but I’ll be damned if I don’t miss her. My first best friend, and in hindsight, the first girl I ever fell in love with. No idea where she is now, but I hope she’s doing well. Maybe we’ll see each other again someday... But I doubt it. Just another photo in the album, as it were. Another car fading into the distance, its vivid colors plastered into my memory banks. I really need to stop comparing people to objects. It’s not a good look.

           Well, dear reader, this is where I leave you. It may have been brief, but I’ve had enough of this quiet contemplation, this looking out of the window. It’s high-time I traded seats and took the wheel back into my own hands. And who knows what detours I’ll take, what quaint little mom & pop diners I’ll find along the way. Life is yours, as they say, so you might as well cherish it while you can and see what the road has to offer, because you never know when your car will break down for good. Here’s hoping you have insurance.

Another nonfiction piece from college, this time with the prompt “Self”. Of the two nonfiction pieces I’ve written, both seemed focused on cars. I think a big reason for that is just how much of my childhood involved traveling from state to state, and later on all those family road trips. Being in one place for a long time didn’t become the norm until well into my teens.

#nonfiction #short story #self #writers on tumblr #writeblr #my writing

[masn-mount]

I have the best request, so after seing jaz’s posts about Easter at mason’s, how about he invites you to Easter Monday at his house with his family and you meet them for the first time,you call him on the way panicking because you don’t feel good enough and your worried, you get there and he can tell so he never leaves your side and everything ends up fine his family commenting on how much mason likes you as he can’t keeps his eyes off you

this is short and sweet, I hope you enjoy! xx

warnings: just swearing, not proofread

words: 2,5k

You wish you could explain the reason why you were sitting on the side of the road just a few minutes away from Mason’s house with your car windows open as you tried to breathe. Your phone was in your hand as you waited for Mason to pick up his phone as you bit your lip.

“Hey, baby. Did you forget the code again?” Just his voice and laugh made your heart settle a little as you could feel yourself relax. You adored him so much and you were ready to take this next step with him so you weren’t quite sure why you were so nervous about today.

“Hi Mase.” You smiled even if he couldn’t see you, “that happened one time and no, I’m just, I feel a little silly but just feeling a little nervous so needed to hear your voice I suppose.” You could hear his family in the backgroun chatting and laughing, it made you happy that he was with his family and enjoying his day with them and the fact that he wanted you to spend Easter Monday with them made you happy. 

“Don’t feel silly because you’re not. Are you still home? I can come and get you and we can pretend like I’ve never been here and arrive together.” Mason would be lying if he said he didn’t find the fact that you were this nervous about meeting his family endearing. He had told you over and over that they would love you because all he ever talked about was you but your nerves had not settled. He didn’t blame you because he knows that when he meets your family he will likely be just as nervous.

“I changed my dress like twelve times, Mase.” You’re not sure if twelve was the accurate number but it was something near it. You had been on FaceTime with your friend the entire time and with help from her you had finally settled on a floral dress that went to your knees, it seemed perfect for the occasion.

“I bet you looked sexy in all twelve of them.” You shook your head even if he couldn’t see you.

“I’m not going for the sexy look but more the innocent cute girl next door.” You hummed. 

“You and I both know you’re everything but innocent.”

“Mhhmm. You should see what I have on underneath.”

“You’re on speaker.” 

“You’re a child.” Your back and forth stopped for a second when you hear Mason groan before whispering ‘you’re getting so big’ telling you that he was now holding his niece and it made you smile.

“Baby, I promise you don’t need to be nervous. Everyone’s excited to meet you, aren’t you Summer?” He stopped for a second and you could hear a very faint ‘yes’ in the distance, “I don’t know if you heard but she said yes but I was being serious earlier, if you want me to come and get you then I will.” The call had helped a lot and your nerves were mostly settled once you hung up, telling him that you would be there in less than five minutes. You opened the gate and a second later you parked next to Mason’s car. You decided to leave your overnight bag in the back until later since you already had other things to carry. You had bought some food with you and baked a cake that you really hoped everyone would like. You were struggling with your bags when you heard a voice behind you causing you to jump a little.

“Let me help you.” You turned around and were met with who you knew was Mason’s dad from all of the pictures Mason had shown you from when he was younger at all different kind of football tournaments. His dad had always been there with him. “Hello, you must be y/n.” His smile was kind and it made your heart settle a little.

“Hi, yes. It’s so lovely to meet you.” He didn’t wait for your reply about the bags before he reached for them. “Thank you.” 

“It’s nice to put a face to the name. It’s lovely for you to join us.”

“It’s really nice to be here, sorry I took some time.”

“No rush at all, we have all day. Let’s go inside.” You grabbed the bottles of wines from the backseat before you followed Mason’s dad to the front door. “Y/n is here!” The cheers coming from the livingroom and kitchen made you laugh, you really don’t know why you had been so nervous. 

“Hello, darling! Aren’t you stunning?” Mason’s mum was the first family member to approach you, a bright smile was covering her face as she rushed over to you and wrapped you up in a hug. “It’s lovely to meet you.” She whispered in your ear. From the amount that you had heard Mason talk about his family and growing up in his hometown to how they all had supported him on his choice to go to Holland and everything after you felt like you already knew them a little, especially his mum. Just by the first interaction with her and how she was smiling at you, you could tell she was a loving woman. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” You were really hoping you were making a good first impression. You had thought your nerves had settled but suddenly you felt like you heart was going to beat out of your chest with so many eyes on you.

“I very much doubt he’s talked about me as much as he’s talked to me about you.” The smile didn’t once leave her lips as her eyes turned towards her son who was standing a little further away and when your eyes met his you couldn’t help but grin. He looked so handsome in his white dress shirt and his newly trimmed hair that you loved so much. You wanted to kiss him so bad. You collected yourself for a second before you were greeted by his brother, his sister’s husband and then finally his sister who you really wanted to make a good impression on too.

“You look gorgeous! I’m Jaz.” 

“Thank you, I love your dress. I’m y/n.” You kiss her cheek before hugging her and after she grabs your bags she hurries to the kitchen and you’re just left with Mason and the little girl still in his arms. 

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” 

“They are lovely.” Your eyes left his for just a second as they settled on the little girl you had heard so much about and seen so many pictures and videos of. “Hi, cutie. I’m y/n.” You just waved at her, not sure how she was with strangers holding her and she just smiled shyly at you before hiding her face in Mason’s neck and you couldn’t help but coo.

“She’s a little shy at first.” Mason closed the still small distance between you both, he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers before he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your lips. “You feeling better now, baby?” You just nodded before kissing him again. 

“Thank you for inviting me Mase. I’m happy to be here even if I was freakig out earlier.” 

“Always want you here.” You were so in love with him and it only intensified when he made comments like that. You could have stayed with him there for hours but left him so you could help his parents with prepping the food and setting the table. You almost dropped the glasses you had in your hands when Mason came behind you, his hands low on your hips before they moved down to rest on your bum. “I forgot to tell you that you look insane. Nothing cute and next door about this to me.” You just shook your head before you turned your face to the side so you could look at him.

“Stop feeling me up, your mum and dad could walk in.” 

“Or brother.” Mason laughed before pressing a kiss to your now rosy cheek and with a push to his chest he backed off before helping you reach for the glasses you were struggling to get. You both moved to the dining era after that interaction where the long table had been set with decorations and the food in the middle. Mason’s mum’s eyes set on you before you and Mason joined them around the table. 

"Everything looks great mum.” Mason smiled as he pulled a chair out for you and you just nod, showing your agreement with Mason before smiling and sitting down. Mason’s hand finds yours the second he sits down next to you. For every second that passed the less you understood why you had been so nervous. Mason’s family was so kind to you and when everyone were done with eating everyone decided to move to the livingroom. You stayed behind to help clean up which you didn’t mind since it gave you more time with Mason’s mum. You were putting away the final dishes when she spoke up again.

“I’ve never seen Mason so smitten before. He cannot keep his eyes off of you.” Her words sounded so genuine and they made your cheeks heat up. 

“He’s very special and makes me very happy.” You were unable to stop smiling.

“That’s all that matters, love. Mase told me you were nervous about today but I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself. We really loved meeting you.”

“Everything about today has been perfect.” 

“I’m glad. We should join them now otherwise the boys will drive Jaz mad.” You laughed at that before you followed her into the livingroom where everyone had already settled with glasses of wine or beer in hands. The second you walked into the room Mason’s eyes found yours and you hurried to his side, sitting down next to him, your head rested on his chest as his arms found their way around your waist while he kept the conversation with his dad and brother going. You were feeling content by just sitting there as you laughed at something his dad or brother said and when baby pictures of Mason dressed as an Easter bunny were brought up all you did was enthusiastically nod as Mason groaned next to you but at the sight of your smile he couldn’t help but smile himself. You were sitting and talking to Mason’s sister when you felt a small hand pulling at the bottom of your dress.

“Hi little angel. Is that for me?” You asked before grabbing the piece of candy she was holding out for you. “Thank you.” You smiled before leaning down so you could press a gentle kiss to her cheek as your hand caressed her hand that was resting on your lap. You had attempted to share a few words with the toddler through the day to get her to open up a little and when she reached her arms towards you, asking to be held you pulled her into your chest within seconds. Your head turned to Mason who was already looking at you both. “She’s so so cute.” You cried as you played with her hand and helped her count her candy. 

You didn’t know that Mason was struggling to control how fast his heart was beating. He knew his family would love you but just how well you fit in with all of them wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. He was so gone for you and seeing you with his niece just made it even more clear to him.

Hours later only you and Mason were left downstairs where you had both got comfortable on the sofa. Your head was on his chest as he hummed along to some song stuck in his head as his hand ran through your loose curls. The TV was playing but none of you were paying attentio to it, both of you just happy to be with each other. “I had a good time today, Mase. I love your family.” You smiled before pressing a kiss to his knuckles. 

“They adore you, baby. Thank you for joining.” You could feel him smiling against the top of your head before he pressed a kiss there. “Summer will ask you to braid her little hair every time she sees you now.”

“I’ll do it. She’s the cutest ever.” You settled in a comfortable silence before you spoke up, wanting to tease him a little. “I can sleep on the sofa tonight, I don’t want your back to hurt since you have training early.” You didn’t even have to turn your face to look at him to know he was frowning.

“If you’re sleeping o the sofa then I’m sleeping on top of you.” 

“Mason, your parents are in the house I don’t want to overstep.” When you turn around you can’t help but laugh a little at the crease between his eyebrows before his lips set in a pout. “Why are you pouting, pretty boy?” You mused as you raise your eyebrows before pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. 

“For once, I can’t tell if you’re taking the piss or not but my parents don’t care also it’s my house.” He reassured before pressig a kiss to your cheek before telling you to get up so you could both move upstairs. “It’s not like they don’t know what we get up to anyway.”

“Mason! Don’t say things like that.” The tables had turned and now it was his time to tease you. He let out a loud laugh before he lifted you off the ground and you had to hide your face in his shoulder to stiffle your laughter as he tickles your sides while making his way up the stairs. “You think you can tease me all day in this dress and think I’m not getting my way with you?” He gently puts you down on his bed before laying on top of you. 

“I have done no such thing.” 

“Oh, really? “you should see what I have on underneath.”” He mocked before biting down on the tops of your chest as he moved the straps of your dress down. “Fucking hell baby, so beautiful.”

“I don’t sound like that!” You had to fight back a sigh as you melted into the contact. Your hands moved to Mason’s face as you lifted it so you could look into his eyes before you slotted your lips against his, your bottom lip between his lips as your arms tightened around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Mason was the first to pull away but he still kept his face close to yours. 

“I adore you to bits.” The way your eyes softened at his words made him let out a tiny breath before he brushed his lips and tilted your face just a little bit so he could firmly press his lips back against yours. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and he felt you smile before allowing him access. Your hands were moving to the top of his shoulders before moving down his back and making their way up his shirt and when your thumbs rubbed soft circles to his back Mason couldn’t help but smile against you. 

“I adore you to bits too, Mase.”

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #football imagine #football fanfic

[togrowoldinv]

Stay With Me

Avengers Cast x Reader, Elizabeth Olsen x Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Reader (platonic), Chris Evans x Reader (platonic)

When you panic on your first red carpet, your cast mates are there to help you.

Warnings: Panic attack (not very descriptive)

Note: I just really miss this cast, so I thought I’d write a fic with some of them. It’s mostly Lizzie and Scarlett with some Chris sprinkled in. I hope y’all enjoy!

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You remember being so nervous on the first day on set that you could have passed out. It was finally time to experience your dream of being in a Marvel film. But you made so many friends in the process and you couldn’t be more proud of how the movie turned out. It was a long, treacherous road to get here.

And here you are now sitting in the limo on the way to the premiere of the newest Avengers movie. You feel the thumping in your chest quicken as the car comes to a stop near the red carpet. It was time for the world to see you.

The first part of the carpet goes easily, smiling for some photos and things, but the first interview makes your head spin with nerves.

You honestly don’t even remember how you answered the questions. The ringing in your ears heightened and the only thing that brought you back was the soft hand on your back.

“Hey, y/n!” Lizzie Olsen greets you happily, but she’s quick to notice you aren’t okay. “Come with me.” She grabs your hand and asks her security to lead you two to a private place. Some of the other cast members seem to notice and they follow you two.

It turns out there’s a place not far from the carpet where the noise and the lights are gone.

“Are you okay?” Lizzie voice sounds muffled to your ears.

“Hey,” another woman’s voice comes, a deeper one and kind. It’s Scarlett. “Y/n, are you with us?”

The cast knew about your panic attacks. You’d had a few one set and they were always understanding when it happened, never making you feel bad about them.

“I’m okay,” you manage to say and they let out a breath of relief.

“Okay. Let’s take a minute to just be here, yeah?” Lizzie suggests. You nod, still not entirely ready to go back out there.

“We’ll go entertain the press. You guys take your time,” Chris Evans says. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder and offers you a smile. He takes the rest of the cast that had followed back with him.

“I’m sorry. Y’all should go back out there. I’m okay.”

“Don’t be sorry, honey. I promise being out there is not a priority,” Scarlett says.

“Yeah definitely. You know how much I hate it,” Lizzie adds.

They stand with you and talk about anything and everything, knowing it helps calm you down to get your mind off of your panic.

“I’m ready,” you say after probably 10 minutes, although you aren’t sure how much time has passed.

“Are you sure? We can just bail,” Lizzie offers.

“Pretty sure the stars,” you point to them, “can’t just bail on the premiere,” you chuckle.

“They’d survive without us,” Scarlett says, laughing too.

“Just- can you stay with me? Both of you?” You really need the comfort and hate asking for it, but the last thing you want is to feel that overwhelmed again.

“Absolutely,” Scarlett says, she leads the way out.

“I’ll stay with you forever,” Lizzie says as she takes your hand. “I mean it. I really like you.”

“You- really?” Your eyes go wide at her confession.

“Yep,” Lizzie says a kiss to your cheek. “But let’s focus on this premiere tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do this,” you reply.

With your cast mates and your crush by your side, you can definitely do this.

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[idy-ll-ique]

baby names

pairing: loki x pregnant!f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none, it's very cute 😩

requested: nope

word count: ~1.6k

summary: y/n is pregnant and loki can't stay away from her

author's note: hiya peeps! a loki fic after such a long time, kinda got tired of writing bucky fics all the time,,,, (though next week there's gonna be a bucky x f!reader 👀) enjoy!

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"Loki."

"Don't call me that."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her husband and he grumbled angrily, pulling her closer to him. "Sweetheart," Y/N began, "You should go." Loki whined childishly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere," he firmly mumbled Y/N sighed, running her hand through his silky soft hair. "6th time. Yet they always invite you. Why aren't you leaving the house?"

"Because you're pregnant! I'm not going anywhere until the baby is safely out of you and you both are well taken care of." Y/N smiled softly at his concern but pulled away from Loki. "Well I think you need some sun, you should go. And no is not an option. You know what? I'm calling Tony right now and telling him you are going with all of them." Before Loki could object, Y/N picked up her phone and called Tony.

Loki had been invited by Thor and the other male Avengers on a weekend trip to the beach, sponsored by Tony Stark. Everyone was going; Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Scott, Sam, Bucky, Vision… they'd also invited Loki, since he had now permanently settled on Midgard with his lovely wife Y/N, but he'd initially refused because he didn't want to leave Y/N alone.

She was 8½ months pregnant. Though there was still a week or two of estimated time remaining for the birth, Loki didn't want to leave because what if the baby came early? Tony, Clint and Scott, who were also fathers, had assured him several times since Y/N's pregnancy announcement that the baby would be okay, Y/N would be okay but he still worried himself sick everyday.

"Do I absolutely have to go?" Loki groaned, lying flat on his back on the bed as Y/N sat back down after her chat with Tony. "Yes. I need some time alone— you need some time alone. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack one day by how much you worry over this baby of ours. A nice trip to the beach with clear skies and golden sand and the blue sea will do you much good."

Loki sulked. Y/N, getting a teasing smirk on her face, nudged his shoulder. "Hey, there are gonna be girls in skimpy bikinis on the beach, you know," she suggested and Loki made a face, pulling Y/N down to give her a deep kiss. "I love you," he glared at her, "I don't care about those scantily dressed women. Fine, if it makes you feel better, I'll go."

"Yay! Now I can call Wanda and Nat and Sharon and Pepper and Maria and Darcy over so we can have our own day out! It's gonna be awesome," Y/N squealed, already busy texting as Loki sputtered.

Is that why she wants me out of the house that bad?

He couldn't blame her, though, the pregnancy had taken a toll on both the parents. Y/N used to be in pain all the time, had severe nausea and couldn't go out with all her friends like she used to. Now that the symptoms had started wearing off, he really couldn't blame her for wanting to have a nice day out with friends. "Have fun, darling," he smiled, giving her another kiss.

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"Yo, Lokes, you ready to go?" Clint called out cheerfully as Loki walked towards the group of men, a scowl on his face. Yes, at home he'd agreed to accompany them on the trip but now that the day was actually here… "Not really but I don't have a choice," he grumbled and Steve smiled amusedly. "Y/N kick you out?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, how did you know? She wants to have a girl's day out with the other ladies."

"I overheard Wanda and Natasha talking. Anyway, come on, let's hit the road!"

All of them got into two cars: Steve, Sam, Bucky, Thor and Loki in one while Clint, Scott, Tony, Bruce and Vision got into the other. Sam was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat, Bucky was in the middle seat and Thor and Loki were in the extreme back. "So, how's Y/N doing?" Bucky asked Loki, leaning back on his seat.

"She's doing well, the nausea and pain has stopped," Loki answered, following Bucky's lead. "I'm glad to hear it. Have you decided on a name? Because I assure you, Bucky is a really good contender," he grinned cheekily and even Loki laughed, shaking his head. "We haven't thought of any names as of yet."

"Are you looking for a Midgardian name or an Asgardian one?" Sam piped up. Loki blinked. "You know, that is a really good question," he muttered. "How about a Midgardian first name and an Asgardian middle name?" Steve suggested. "Why not the other way around?" Thor frowned. "Well, yeah, that works too," Steve shrugged. "Hm, that's a good suggestion. I will talk to Y/N."

"So is Bucky on the table—"

"No."

"Aw, man."

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"Hey girl, after a long time!" Natasha grinned, giving Y/N a familial hug. "Hi, gals! Yes, I even got Loki to leave, took a lot of begging but he finally agreed," she sighed. "Could've just given him head or something," Pepper muttered and Y/N burst out laughing as the other ladies gasped. "Pepper!" Sharon exclaimed, shocked.

"What? It usually works on Tony," Pepper defended herself as everyone joined Y/N in her laughter. "So, ready to shop?" All the ladies got into a 7-seater car, with Maria in the driver's seat. "Can't wait! This Avenging stuff doesn't give me time for self-care, I swear. Haven't shopped in ages!" Wanda sighed. All the women agreed with her, muttering their yesses.

"By the way, Y/N, I've wanted to ask you this for so long now, have you decided on baby names yet?" Darcy questioned with a grin. "Oh! No we haven't as of yet, I have lots of good names but I haven't talked to Loki…" Sharon looked up from her phone. "Do you have Asgardian names or like, normal, Earth names? I have a feeling that Loki would want Asgardian names," she suggested.

Y/N frowned in thought. Sharon was right; both the brothers, Loki and Thor, took great pride in their homeland. She didn't mind, to be honest, Asgardian names were wonderful. "I like Asgardian names too, though, I'm open to it," she chuckled.

"Great! So if it's a girl, Darcy—"

"Darcy!"

"What? I'm just saying…"

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"Brother?" Loki startled out of his thoughts, turning to Thor. "Sorry, I was… thinking," he cleared his throat and Thor smiled, sitting next to him. Around 6 hours had passed since they'd arrived at the resort and Loki couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. What is she doing? Is she okay? Should I go check on her? What if the baby is coming? Surely she'd call me if that happens…

"About Y/N?" Loki went red and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah." Thor clapped him on the back once, guffawing good-naturedly. "Don't you fret, brother, the ladies she is with are extremely competent! She will be okay, and plus, the baby isn't going to be here for another week or so," Thor assured him but worry gnawed Loki. Nope, I can't do it. He abruptly stood up, startling Thor.

"I'm going home."

"Loki—"

Just a second later, Loki disappeared.

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"Mm," Y/N moaned, a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, "Isn't it delicious? What do ya say… Rosie?" The baby kicked once. "No? Okay, well… Sarah? Petunia?" The baby kicked more. "Oh, you want masculine names, huh… Uh, Alex?" One kick. "I know, Chris!" Another kick. "Tom?" More kicks. "So you don't want Midgardian names? Well, I don't know very many Asgardian names…"

"I do."

Y/N shrieked loudly, dropping her tub of ice cream as she turned to see Loki standing near the bedroom door. "Loki?" She picked a book off the nightstand and threw it at him. He caught it easily, sitting down next to her while keeping the book where it was. She instantly cuddled into his side, tearing up. Sure, she was the one who was too eager to send him away but she was also the one who couldn't stay away from him.

"Aw, hey, I'm here, my love," Loki whispered comfortingly, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his arms. "Don't go again. I missed you," she sniffled and Loki pressed a soft kiss to her head. "That is also why I came home early, darling, I missed you too," he laughed and she snuggled even closer to him.

"Little baby Axelia missed you too— ow! No? So… what about Lucinda? Ow, ooh… Priscilla? No?" Loki watched with an infatuated smile as she tried out different names on the baby. "What if our baby wants a more masculine name, love?" he asked and she turned to him.

"Hm, have you got any names in mind?"

"Well, Barnes was suggesting we name our child Bucky—"

"Ow! Nope, they don't like it."

"Oh well. He's going to be disappointed but what the baby says goes," Loki teased and Y/N burst out laughing. She stopped all of a sudden, giving Loki a small smile. "Please don't go anywhere again," she whispered and Loki shook his head, gathering her in his arms. "I missed you just as much as you did me, Y/N, I'm not going anywhere."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, min kjæreste."

"...That's Norwegian, isn't it?"

"Beautiful, though, isn't it?

"Yes, very."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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[v1olentdelights]

Take It From Me

Sweet Pea x fem!reader Tw: none? Maybe just like ghoulies looking at the reader in an uncomfy way? ~ But like to hurt her... Summary: Being the new girl in a small town is hard, simply because word spreads fast. a/n: Why did this take me so long?

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Senior year, the perfect year to move schools, right? No it isn’t and especially in a town where if something changes, everyone knows within an hour. So when you showed up to town everyone knew. You moved a few days before the first day of school so when you showed up you were still new news. You had walked to school completely unaware of the prying eyes of some ghoulies. Betty noticed as she lived near you and noticed them so she saddled up beside you.

“Hello there, I’m Betty! You must be Y/N?” Turing around you notice the peppy ponytailed blonde walking up to you.

“Oh hi, yes I’m Y/N. Do you go to Riverdale High? Well of course you do… I’m sorry, I don’t even know what I am saying.” You huff out as you turn to smile at her. “No, don't worry about it! I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me and my friends during lunch?” Betty genuinely wanted you to sit with her and get to know you. But she also didn’t want any of the ghoulies that now attended Riverdale high to approach you.

“Um.. sure.” you responded nervously.

After finishing your last class before lunch, you see Betty standing outside your classroom with a boy in a beanie. “Hey Y/N! This is my boyfriend Jughead, just follow us!!” She beams, Jughead slightly smiles towards you. Following them you see a tall boy eyeing you up and down as you are brought to a table full of people who look like Jughead. And a girl in red. “Y/N this is Fangs, Sweet Pea, Toni, and Cheryl.” They all smile, and wave except for Cheryl. “Hey, I hope it’s alright that I’m sitting with you all. I don’t mean to be intruding.” “Don’t worry Y/N! You aren’t intruding, right hun?” Toni smiles while nudging Cheryl in the ribcage.

“Of course not.” Cheryl smiled angrily.

From afar some ghoulies could be seen watching you and the others. They sneered at you just because you were with some Serpents for lunch didn’t mean you would be with them on the way home.

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As the day ended you searched for Betty hoping possibly she would walk home with you. Checking your phone you saw a message from her.

Betty Cooper: Hey! I would have loved to walk you home, but Jughead needs my help with the Blue & Gold newspaper. I asked Sweet Pea to walk you home, hope that’s alright. I just saw some creepy dudes watching you at lunch and I want you to be safe. I will text you later tonight, alright?

Oh alright then, sighing you stuff your phone in your back pocket while looking around for the tall mysterious boy. That wasn’t such a hard task, you found him almost immediately. He was laughing alongside the two whom you had learned were Fangs and Toni. The harder part was making your way towards him, you had known the man for less than a day and you were already smitten. You had walked up behind him, as to not intrude on their conversation. Sweet Pea hadn’t noticed you yet but Fangs did, and he flashed you a bright smile that lit your cheeks on fire. It wasn’t because he was attractive (though he was, very attractive) but you felt accepted almost.

Turning around Sweet Pea met your gaze and smirked. Your stomach was like a free zoo, everything was everywhere. Something you hadn’t felt before but something you were not opposed to. “I’ve been told to take you home. You don’t live far from here do you?” Quickly waving to his friends he ushers you outside. Trying to figure out what car is his you look around. “Right here princess.” Oh no, you were not getting on a motorcycle even if it meant you walked home in a snowstorm.

“I am not getting on that thing.” you didn’t care how much he insisted. Crossing your arms over your chest he looks surprised almost, you didn’t seem like the type of girl to get bossy.

“Well I don’t have a car so it’s either the bike or walking, so.” And with that you began to walk away towards your house. It took him a few minutes to realize before he got on his bike and was riding after you.

That was how it all started, ever since that day Sweet Pea had been chasing after you. Practically begging to spend time with you, though he never had to because if you were honest, you loved him. You and Betty had become closer, and Cheryl accepted you surprisingly. Which led to you being invited to their sleepover at the Cooper house (including Kevin). Trading secrets, doing each other's hair, Kevin was surprisingly good at braiding hair, and at last talking about crushes. Though Toni and Cheryl were there with each other, they were more than happy to gossip about you and your new found butterfly maker.

“You do know that Sweets likes you too right? Like you are literally all he talks about and it gets soooo boring, I love you so much, but he just doesn’t shut up!” your face was ignited with heat and you could feel the butterflies.

“No he doesn’t.” there was no way.

“Um yeah he does, I bet if you called him and told him to come over he would!” Toni bounced off the bed snatching your phone, before you had a chance to react she dialed his number and put it on speaker phone. You hadn’t even heard it ring twice before the boy’s voice rang through the room. “Y/N? Are you alright? Do I need to come get you?” Everyone was watching you expecting you to start talking but you sat there frozen.

“Y/N?” he began with more concern. With an emotional/physical push from Cheryl you cleared your throat.

“Um, no. Don’t worry I just, I was wondering if you would come by Betty’s house? Only if you aren’t busy. I don’t need you. Well that’s not what I mean, I do need you but I just-” Kevin wrapped his hand around your mouth preventing you from speaking anymore. You heard his infamous chuckle and about passed out.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

It didn’t take long for you all to hear the familiar rumble of a bike coming down the road. Then there was a knock at the door, you didn’t get up. Another knock resonated through the house so Betty jumped up to get it. Their murmurs could be heard from upstairs as everyone was silent waiting for what was to happen. “Y/N, Sweet Pea is waiting for you in the foyer.” Betty smirks as she comes to ‘sit’ next to Kevin. Although you know she and the others would simply move as close as possible to see what would happen.

“Are you alright Y/N?” you heard his deep voice, one which sent shivers down your spine. Looking up you saw Sweet Pea running a hand through his dripping hair. You were completely stunned. As he turned his gaze down to you he had a playful smirk on his face, quickly clearing his throat.

“Pardon me. Are you alright Queen Y/N?” Your cheeks were burning as if you were on fire. Reaching up you pulled off the tiara you forgot you were wearing. “I- I’m alright, I just um, I just missed you.” there was no point in lying right? You could see the smallest blush build on his cheeks. “Oh really? You missed me?” He asked getting closer. You were practically nose to nose. “How much?”

He was playing mind games with you, and you wouldn’t deny that you kinda liked it, you could play dirty too though. He was looking back and forth between your lips and your eyes. And just as he was about to kiss you. You pulled back with a smug look on your face, biting your bottom lip. The small little groan could be heard from him as you continued to play on.

“Just enough.” Before you had the chance to pull back further he gently grabbed the sides of your face before pulling you in rather quickly.

The kiss wasn’t long, but it was passionate, and needy almost. Like you had been hungry for it, but you didn’t know you were hungry for it. “Well I missed you like hell. And I don’t want to ever feel like that again.” he says with his eyes still closed.

“Then don’t” You breathed out before reconnecting your lips.

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[strawbxrryneptune]

Cw: praise, talks of snakes, lots of kissing, fingering, dirty talk, cursing, my bad puns, fem!reader

《 @kingkatsuki @miggiisdumb 》

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Thinkin about going on a wildlife tour in Australia, with a tour guide who loves pulling pranks on the tourists, telling them about dangerous snakes and getting them nervous and anxious, pulling up to a "snake hotspot" and holding in laughter when he plays a track of a rattlesnake and everyone panics, actually cackling out loud when he gets off to "make sure the fuckers didn't ruin his truck" and throws a rubber snake over the side, resulting in multiple screaming children and women and a man who mightve pissed himself.

Has to turn around to take everyone back cause they're sooo mad, and he just chuckles and yells out that,

"If ya' can't handle a lil' snake, yer' ain't cut out fa' Aussie, Mates!!"

He turns back around to drive off on his own personal tour and sees you sitting in the passenger seat, having moved up since everyone else got off.

"Where we headed now, Mista Tour Guide?"

The handsome blonde raises an eyebrow at you before grinning wildly.

"Well well well, I see lil' miss city girl ain't afraid."

"Of a rattlesnake? Please. We going or not?"

He laughs, rounding the car and hopping in, driving off and leaving a cloud of a dust in his trail.

You side eye him, checking him out subtly as he takes you back along the tour trail.

He looked shockingly good in khaki, shorts tight around his bulging thighs and white shirt straining to contain his muscular torso, rings and chain glistening in the afternoon sun. Sweat trickles down his neck, your eyes following the movement until it dissapears into his shirt, which is sticking to him due to him perspiring, giving you a view of intricate tattoos swirling along his chest and arms.

"Ya done starin', sweetheart?"

You smile, gazing into his red eyes as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

"Nah, I'm not done. Could ya maybe pull over so I can get a better perspective?"

He chuckles at that, ears flushing pink as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

"Aren't ya here for a tour of Australia?"

"I've done my fair share of touring. I wanna explore."

As you say that last word, you trail a hand down his chest and tugging on his chain, watching his smirk fade as he subtly clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing on the road.

"Watch yerself, Gorgeous."

You sigh, leaning back onto your seat as you throw your head back against the wind.

"If you're too scared to show the city girl what it's like down under, I completely underst-"

You're cut off with a snarl, the tour guide pulling over to a spot near a ledge, turning off the car and grabbing your jaw.

"I ain't afraid of shit, little girl. You should be afraid, sittin on a cliff with a rando who's got you by the jaw."

You smile as best you can with his fingers on you, rolling your tongue out to lick at his hand.

His pupils dilate, breath hitching before he leans forward and catches your mouth in a rough kiss, wet fingers sneaking into your top and pinching at your nipples.

"Hah, what a fuckin' minx. You wanna get fucked on the side of the road like some whore?"

You mewl against his lips, panting as he slips his thick fingers lower, tracing soft, teasing circles on your panty clad cunt before giving it a firm smack, your mouth dropping open in shock and arousal.

"I asked y'a question, sweetheart. You want me to fold in fuckin' half and give you this dick? I can make you fucking scream."

You breathe a laugh, rolling your eyes teasingly as you thrust your hips against his big hand.

"P-please, as if. You're just a-ahhhh"

He gives another sharp slap to your pussy, this time directly on it. You hadn't even realized he had ripped them off, too busy trying to make a comeback.

"I'm just a what, Sweets? A fuckin' God? Say it, come on, tell me I'm makin you feel good with just a few pussy slaps. Let the whole fucking plain know who's making your thighs shake like that."

You huff, burying your face in his shoulder to muffle your moans when he slides a finger into you, but he quickly takes you up by your hair and drags you to his mouth, tongue rolling over yours and the deep baritone of his moans sending shockwaves to your core.

You shake and tremble as he kisses you, the feeling of his thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles on your clit and two of his warm, ring clad fingers curling inside you has you rushing towards release.

You bring one of your hands down to rub at his bulge, teasing over the spot where his tip is. He groans into your mouth, pulling away to pant against your lips as his eyes lock onto the creaminess of his fingers, your slick covering his hand.

"Shit. You're fucking dripping. All this for me, baby?"

You can't even scoff at him, only answering with a whimper when he starts to whole heartedly pump into you, rocking his hips against your hand.

You hit your peak suddenly, eyes rolling back and fingers tightening around his tip, causing him to choke on a gasp and bite down into your shoulder, hips shaking underneath you as you both cum.

When you finally get a bearing, you see a spreading damp spot on the cloth of his shorts, some creamy cum dripping down his thighs.

"Well shit. Down under really is fun."

"Shut the fuck up."

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #australian!bakugou #bakugou thirst #bakugou x reader smut #neptunewrites

[youngbloodslut]

Being a Soc and Dating Dallas Winston Would Include...

a/n: i saw a post about a cop’s daughter asking if the kid in the back of his police car was cute and it inspired this

pairing(s): dallas winston x fem!reader

warning(s): none

-so you guys would definitely meet through your dad

-he’s a cop, a hell of a good one too

-he had many run ins with dally

-over dinner your father grumbling on about him constantly

-“never associated with the likes of dallas winston”

-one night after school, you walked straight to the local police station with your dad’s fast food order in your hand

-he had been standing right in the doorway when you arrived and accepted the bag graciously immediately distracted by his burger and the words of his coworker

-you spotted a boy in a denim jacket sitting in a holding cell, taking a drag

-immediately recognizing him as dallas winston

-you almost cringed at the sight of the bloody boy in the dirty cell

-“found him roughing up the boy down the road” you heard your dad’s partner mutter to him

-he noticed you looking and sent you a sly smirk

-“you should see the other guy”

-his lip bloody and swollen, his eye black and throbbing

-once he was released you ran into him everywhere

-it was almost like it was on purpose

-and it was of course

-dallas had taken a liking towards you: the enemies daughter

-he was quite confident asking you out; no one could resist dallas winston

-well apparently you could

-“oh come on doll, don’t hurt me like this”

-eventually agreeing and letting him take you out even though you knew your father would disapprove

-he unexpectedly took you to a small diner in your neighborhood

-him getting easily distracted by all the options and ultimately decided to get blueberry pancakes even though it was nearing 8 pm

-not letting you pay but also not paying at all

-you made sure to come back the next day and apologize

-and leave a big tip

-he’d definitely steal things for you too

-you felt guilty at first and always made sure to go back and pay for them but eventually gave up on paying and just excepted his ‘borrowed’ gifts

-your friends suspected he’s been rubbing off on you

-waking up at midnight to him banging on your window to let him in

-one summer day you left the window open for some fresh air and woke up to dally crouched on the floor, petting your cat

-he’s literally in love with your cat

-not that he’d admit it

-and all while this is happening your parents still don’t know about him

-knowing you aren’t going to ‘change’ him and loved him for who he was

-him randomly shoving his ring into your hand with no explanation

-“keep this”

-wearing it on a chain because it didn’t fit on your fingers

-him yanking your hair when it’s up because it’s “a sign of endearment”

-hiding your things while you shower

-one time your dad walked into your room while he was over and he had to cram into your closet

-he would definitely try out your makeup while you did your homework

-and he’d rock it

-he would constantly annoy you but that’s the only way he knows how to show affection

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagines #dallas winston #dally #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #johnny cade #greaser #soc #dallas winston x reader

[moxfirefly]

Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)

13:I’m not wearing anything under this

26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it

29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel

Praise Kink

Over-stimulation kink

With the loveable nerd donnie?

If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way

I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.

Donnie was and is, a safe driver.

But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.

But you had intentions.

Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.

“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.

You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.

“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.

“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.

Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.

“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.

He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...

“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.

With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”

Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.

“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.

“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.

“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.

Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.

“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.

So naturally, he started up again.

You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.

Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.

You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.

“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.

One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...

Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.

Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.

It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.

“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.

He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.

“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.

You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.

“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.

Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.

“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.

“By the way...” He kissed your arm.

“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.

“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.

“I love you more” You whispered back.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello x female reader #donnie tmnt #donatello tmnt #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #ask #donniesgirl-tmnt #smut prompts #ns*w