#i’m smilin now i’m cracking up he fuckin

[maddiewritesstucky]

IT’S SOMEONE’S BIRTHDAY!! 😆💕🎉

How do I possibly sum up how loved you are, how special you are, how deeply appreciated and important you are @howdoyousleep3?!

I thought long and hard about what I could give you, what I could do for you from such a great distance, and I could think of no greater show of love than to take the very two things I said I would never do, and use them both to create something extra special smutty for you 💜

😘 So K, angel, light of my life...I give to you the most esoteric thing I will ever write, my first (and likely only) reader insert, definitely my only RPF, I give you...

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: female reader x douchebag CEvans character we coined ‘Jersey Boy’

Tags: Public sex, fingering, mild degradation / humiliation, dirty talk, hypothetical girl-on-girl, gratuitous use of the word ‘fuck’, not a condom in sight

Based on a dangerously horny WhatsApp conversation that will live rent free in the spank bank for the rest of eternity. Beta credits to @buckyandthejets - thank you for holding my hand on this one 😂

***

“Your eyes better be open,” he rumbles, tequila-slick lips hard up against your ear. 

You’d laugh if you had the breath to do it, if you weren’t strung bow-taut trying to stay off the bouncer’s radar. He’s kicked the two of you out before, more times than you’d admit to, and he’ll do it again if you give him reason enough. 

You’re not going to give him a reason, tonight. 

You’re gonna sit there, tucked away in your favorite corner booth with your mouth shut and your eyes on the stage; perched in your boyfriend’s lap with your back against his chest and his hand stuffed between your thighs, and you’re not gonna make a fucking scene about the fact that he’s knuckle deep in your pussy. 

“She’s good, tonight,” he sighs, all false nonchalance like he doesn’t know how that particular set of curves up on the pole always makes your blood run a little hotter.

‘Roxi’ she goes by on stage, but you can call me whatever the hell you want, when she’s in your lap with her tits in your face.

“She’s always good.”

You stare, transfixed, at the sensuous shift of her body; that sinful rhythm that rolls through her limbs and makes every movement seem like something you should have no right to see.

He hums a noncommittal sound behind you, stroking languid at that spot inside that’d get you in trouble if he went any harder with it. That’s why you know he won’t - he’s not about to risk getting kicked out when it’s so much sweeter to send you spiraling like this, subtle and silent.

“You should learn to dance for me,” his breath falls warm over your shoulder, his lips nestled into the crook of your neck, “put on a show, get me all worked up…”

“You don’t need any fuckin’ help getting worked up.”

The sharp flick he deals to the peaked bud of your nipple makes your breath hitch, even through the barrier of your shirt. 

His hand is working slow and lazy between your thighs, but you know his body is winding tighter for this, too. It’s there in the vague shudder at the top of his inhales, the twitch of his cock inside his jeans. 

“Bet she could teach you some moves,” he hums, squeezing at your hip and your waist; tracing the curve of your rib cage. 

She could teach me a lot of things, you think, swallowing hard for the endless stretch of her legs and the curve of her ass.

You lift your eyes to her face and she’s looking right at you, her gaze flickering familiarity before it drops to the hand buried under your skirt. She smirks so goddamn knowing, and it’s your saving grace that the lighting is already washing your skin in shades of red. 

“Aw, look at that,” that voice at your back coos, “is the pretty stripper smilin’ at you?”

“Shut up.” 

It comes out breathy and insipid, and you feel more than hear the soft, mocking laugh that rumbles through his chest. 

He tucks his chin over your shoulder, presses his smirk right against your cheek as his hand snakes up under your shirt.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you wanna be her friend? I bet you girls would get on real well…”

Your skin flushes hot under his lips, under the maddeningly chaste kisses he’s leaving there like he’s not fingerfucking you in public. 

“That’d be nice, huh? The two of you, gettin’ close...maybe she’d let you touch that body you can’t stop staring at.” 

“Jesus...”

He’s kneading slow and hard at your tits, drawing mindless circles around your nipples and flexing his thighs beneath you, just enough to keep you a little off balance. 

You can almost taste blood for how deep your teeth are sunk into your bottom lip.

“You think about it, don’t you?” he whispers, “You wonder what it’d be like, getting your hands on those curves, maybe getting your lips on hers...That what you want, baby? You wanna give her a little kiss?” 

...Fuck, but you hate how he does this. 

You do wanna kiss her. 

You wanna get on your knees and swap spit with her around the dick currently pressed up against your ass, but you’re not about to tell him that.

“Maybe...” 

“‘Maybe’?” He slips his fingers out of you just to push them back in slower, shallow this time because he’s an asshole. “‘Maybe’ don’t drip like this, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” you press back against his chest; tip your head back against his shoulder as you suck a shuddering breath in.  

“Yeah, I know this ain’t for me,” he draws his fingertips up through the warm, wet center of you; sweeping figure-8 strokes that kiss your clit and dip shallow inside you. “Maybe I should call her over here, tell her she went and got my girl’s pussy all wet...maybe she’d help you out with it.”

You almost crack, then; barely catching the hoarse cry that’s shocked out of you as he smacks those soaked, taunting fingers down in a tight swat against your pussy. 

Your whole body lights up for it, your cheeks flooding hot and your pulse throbbing to rival the bass from the speakers. 

“Jesus, you can’t just—”

“I can’t what?” His other hand slips up to curl around the front of your throat, gripping you tight under the line of your jaw. “What can’t I do with this pussy, huh?” 

God, your body’s screaming. 

There’s nothing he couldn’t do, nothing you wouldn’t want, and you both know it. Fuck, does he know it...

You cuss under your breath, splitting your thighs wider over the spread of his lap, and he huffs a laugh that catches in your hair. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Fuck you.” 

You roll your hips forward against that broad palm cupped between your legs and the grip on your neck tightens; his face tucking in close against yours as he growls right up against your cheekbone.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth.”

He’s so hard beneath you, nudging his hips up to rub the denim-clad line of his cock against your ass; toying with your clit and pulsing his fingers inside you. 

The cigarette he had before you came out tonight is still clinging to him, making the amber notes in his cologne sing sweeter, and every time you squirm you can feel the chain around his neck rubbing cool against the back of your shoulder.  

“You gonna fuck me?” 

You already know the answer, just like you know you might not even make it home before he’s getting it in you. You might not make it to his car, and you’re nowhere near as ashamed as you should be that it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked you in the alley behind the club.

...It might be the first time for something else though, you realize, as he squeezes your hip and tells you to lift up.

“Here?” you hiss, “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

Your eyes frantically sweep the room, your entire body flooding hot as he pulls his hand from between your legs and slips it under you to get at his zipper.

“What, you wanna wait ‘til we get home?” he scoffs like the notion is ridiculous. “You want some fuckin’ rose petals, some jazz playin’? Should we do it missionary?!” 

“God, you’re an asshole.”

You try to put some venom in it, but it’s lost to the fact that you’re pulling your panties to the side; trapping a gasp behind your teeth as the blunt head of him nudges up against you. 

“And you’re about to get fucked in a strip club,” he hums, “so what does that make you?” 

Another place, another time, and you might bite back. You might get up and walk away entirely, just to hear him hit you with that ‘aww come on, baby, don’t be like that!’ 

But right now you’re here, and his hands are on your hips and his cock is pushing into you bare, and you know exactly what this makes you.

Your fingers dig an iron grip into his thighs as you sink down on the length of him, grinding against the heavy stretch of him inside you. It takes your breath away every goddamn time, makes you spread your legs wider like it’ll make a lick of difference to the way he fills you up; immense and overwhelming and so fucking good. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper, circling your hips as you settle your whole weight down onto him, “oh my god.”

“Hey, you take this quiet,” he chides, his arm wrapping tight around your waist. “You start makin’ a scene, I’m gonna pull out.”  

Fuck, if he pulls out you’re gonna put him in his grave. 

There’s no move you can make here that doesn’t send you reeling, no shift of your body or swivel of your hips that doesn’t wind you further up the spiral; not with the way he takes up every last inch of space inside you and then some. 

His voice is a constant rumbling bass in your ear, and it doesn’t fucking help, those coos of that’s it, baby, and find the spot, and make it feel good. 

It doesn’t help when he starts rocking up into you in tiny pulses, when he uses his grip on your hips to angle you just perfect so his cock strokes you right fucking there.

It definitely doesn’t help when his fingertips find their way back between your thighs to drum a soft staccato against your clit.   

“Gonna come?” He curls his body closer around you as you start to shake; as your breath leaves you on a reedy exhale.

You can only nod, screwing your eyes shut and sinking into that building surge of heat. You are gonna come, right here in this room full of people. And he’s never gonna fucking let you forget it. 

“Open,” he commands, low and rough.  

You’re about to open your eyes, but then his fingers are pressing at your lips, and you’re swallowing a soft groan as he stuffs them into your mouth.

“Not a fuckin’ sound, you hear me?” 

You barely have time to nod before he’s jacking his hips up into you faster, rubbing tight circles around your clit to send you careening over the edge.  

You can’t moan, so you suck. Your eyes water, and your thighs twitch, and you shake apart right there in his lap, in front of god and everyone. 

Silently. 

Like the good girl you are.

“Jesus,” he buries his face in the crook of your neck, gasping a weak strangled sound as your body clenches around him. 

His muscles are drawing taut, his thighs and his  stomach tensing. He’s breathing shaky and shallow, and you want him to break; want him to lose it so you can call him a slut later and goad him into giving it to you all over again. 

So you let yourself go boneless in his lap. You tip your head back against his shoulder, and you make damn sure he hears it when you choke out “do it, Daddy,” around the gag of his fingers.

And he does. He comes inside you with his teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder and his hand white-knuckling a grip on your thigh. 

It’s objectively disgusting, the half-hour drive home you’re gonna be facing with his come dripping out of you. But you’d put good money on him pulling you into the backseat and licking you clean before you even start the car, so you can’t bring yourself to give a shit.

“Christ,” he shakes his head softly, slipping his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your skirt. “Can’t fuckin’ take you anywhere.” 

“You could take me home.”

There’s too many clothes on you, too many eyes and ears around you for the way your skin’s buzzing; the way you’ve barely scratched the surface of that rippling need inside you. 

He hums at your back, pulling out of you slow and tugging your ruined panties back into place. “Just you? Or you wanna invite your friend?” 

You can hear the smirk in his voice and you know he’s fucking with you when he cocks his head toward the stage. But you chance a look up there and she winks right at you, and it’s not the worst idea he’s ever had.

“Two girls at once, huh?” You arch a brow at him, incredulous. “You think you got the stamina for that?” 

He holds your stare as he downs the rest of his drink, sweeps his tongue out over his slick bottom lip. 

“Well her shift ends in ten minutes,” he rumbles, “...why don’t we find out?”

***

And there you have it, the beginning and end of my het-writing career. Goodnight and good luck everyone, and the happiest of birthdays to you my beautiful soul sister 😘

#i love her a normal amount #my soul sister #if this doesn’t show my affection #I don’t know what will

[babbushka]

And Then Some

He wants it to be just right, wants it to be perfect for you. You deserve nothin’ but the best, nothin’ but perfection, he thinks. He don’t like to really think about it, about you bein’ alone for so long while he was gone, the time oversees really taking a toll on the both of you. But now he was back, and he was mostly healed up, and he had confessed all his feelin’s for ya, and now.

Well now he was desperate to make this perfect for you. You don’t live together, not yet. That’s somethin’ Clyde is workin’ on asking, workin’ on building up the courage to ask ya. It was so much, took so much out of him to be brave enough to even ask you for this, let alone something so big like that. But he will one day, if you ain’t tired of him after tonight.

He stares at his arm in the mirror, healed up but still pink, phantom touches still too raw and real. He purses his lips and sighs through his nose, has half a mind to call the whole damn thing off – but then the doorbell rings and his heart starts stutterin’, and he knows there ain’t no goin’ back yet.

When he answers the door, you’re already blushin’, already smilin’, and he realizes he never wants to go back, never wants to spend another minute without you. Those two tours had been hell, and lookin’ at you…he can’t think of anything else that could be more heavenly.

“I hope I’m not too early.” You say, holding up a bottle of wine and two glasses, a small offering to hopefully make the evening a little more relaxed.

You knew why he had asked you over of course, it could really only be for this, for sex, to have sex. With you. Finally.

You were so ready, had been ready for years, had been hoping this night would come for ages, and you knew it was finally here by the way his voice had shook when he asked if you’d want to spend the night with him, Jimmy out of the trailer off to do god knows what with god knows who.

You had jumped at the chance, and now there you were, in your soft warm winter clothes all bundled up on his front step with a bottle of wine and smile.

“You’re never too early darlin’.” Clyde opens the door fully for you, welcomes you in.

You set the glasses down on the little table by the door, and before you know it, Clyde’s helpin’ you shuck off your jacket, his hand big and warm and sweaty enough that it’s endearing. He’s nervous, you can tell, but he’s got no reason to be.

“I like when you call me that.” You whisper in the dark, eyes adjusting to the low light of the trailer. It’s cozy from the yellow light of the fire on the wicks of candles he’s got peppered around the place, but it’s dark enough that you need to strain just a little to really look at him.

Clyde pulls you in for a hug so you’re not so cold, and you happily snuggle into his embrace, happily wind your arms around his shoulder, press your bodies together.

“There’s so many things I wanna call you.” Clyde says in the quiet of the trailer, nothin’ to compete with but the crickets chirpin’ outside.

“Well,” You say, leaning in for a kiss, lips barely brushing over his, “We have all night.”

Clyde lets his eyes close and he kisses you, tastes the sweet mint of your toothpaste. He can��t help but smile a little, a shy something, because he brushed his teeth too, wanting this to be perfect for you, not wanting you to have any reason to complain.

“Can I see you?” You ask, and that hope goes out the window, shatters deep in his chest.

“I…” He chews his words, embarrassed and shy, anxious. There was a reason he kept the lights so low. “I ain’t too pretty, not like you.” He whispers, ducking his face away.

You frown, he can see you frownin’ even in the low light, and you cup his cheek, turn his face back to yours.

“I think you’re the most handsome man in the whole world, if I’m bein’ honest.” You say with such sincerity that Clyde believes you.

You ain’t never lied to him before, not about anything. So he believes you, and he nods.

“Only if I can see you too.” He concedes, trying, pleading, hoping his nerves will subside, hoping they’ll go away so you can enjoy the evening together.

But you, the angel that you are, are already getting naked, right there in the front room of the trailer. You’re already lifting your top up and over your head, already stepping out of your pants. Even just in your bra and panties, Clyde can’t stop staring, can’t stop his mouth from watering.

“You’re,” His damn throat keeps running dry, he has to keep swallowing so his voice don’t crack like some teenager, when he sees your tits for the first time as you unclasp your bra and let it fall down to the freshly mopped floor. “Shit you’re perfect.”

You blush and step out of your underwear too, and then that’s it, there’s nothin’ left for you to take off, nothin’ left for you to hide behind. You’re baring it all for him, and he thinks you’re so damn brave as he works the buttons of his shirt with some difficulty.

You help immediately, popping open the buttons of his button-down and not stopping until his jeans were unzipped. You went down down down onto your knees, naked at his feet, lookin’ up at him as you tug the denim down his long legs.

“Clyde I – ” You say, have to stop yourself from gettin’ choked up, as he tugs the rest of his clothes off and is just as nude as you, “I want you so badly, I’ve wanted you for so long. Please, please take me?”

“I don’t know how to,” He huffs, frustrated with himself as he picks you up off the floor, as he pulls your warm soft skin right up against his, as he kisses up your shoulder, up your neck. “I don’t know how to with my fuckin’ arm like this.”

The honesty hurts, but you were always talkin’ about how communicatin’ was important to you, and well, he figures if there’s one person on this planet who he can talk to like this, it’s you.

“We can take it slow, if you’re in any pain we can stop.” You prove him right with a kiss, with a searing kiss that shows all your need, all your understanding, “But I want to try.”

“I love you.” He says it. It ain’t the first time he’s said it, but it still holds a weight that makes your eyes shine real pretty and bright.

“Love you too, my big bear.” You grin, and that’s all it takes, that’s all he needs, to hoist you up and over his shoulder.  

“Clyde!” You laugh as he leads you to his bedroom, as he gently gently gently places you on the mattress, as he settles you down.

He knows he should prepare you, he knows. But he’s greedy, he’s selfish, he’s desperate to feel your pussy around his cock, so he just spits into his palm and slicks himself up, before pushing into you slow slow slow. You immediately let out a big long sigh of pleasure, shift your hips around so he can slide in easier.  

“(Y/N), holy shit.” Clyde drops his head into the crook of your shoulder and groans real low and long as his hips have a mind of their own, as they try and work his cock deeper into you.

“You’re huge!” You can’t help but say, out of pure shock. You knew, of course, you had seen it. But there was something so different about feeling it that had your jaw dropped open, your chest on fire.

“Yeah I – I’m sorry,” Clyde pants as he bottoms out, supporting himself on his bad arm, not able to stop touching your face with his hand.

“No no don’t – oh yes!” You try and tell him not to apologize, but then you can’t really say anything as he thrusts into you, draws thick moans from your throat that have you panting from the feeling of being so absolutely fucking full. “Here, here wait.”

You stop him before it can really start, and are pushing on his shoulder to get him to roll over onto his back. He goes willingly, goes wherever you tell him, and you rush to get that cock of his back inside you, rush to straddle his hips and sink down onto his cock.

“Are—are you sure? I don’t want you havin’ to feel like you need to do all the work.” Clyde panics, doesn’t want you thinkin’ that he’s not capable of fucking you right.

But you know he is, and there’ll be time for that later, later in the evening and later down the road of the life you want to build with him. For now though, you like to be on top, and you move with purpose in a way that has his toes curling too.

“I want this, I want to make you feel good.” You assure him, and Clyde ain’t one to protest when you start rollin’ your hips like that.

“Dammit darlin’,” He moans, his hand steadyin’ your hip on his, pinching at the flesh of your side, your thigh, “Baby this pussy is so good for me.”

He’s lost in the way it feels, the way you feel on top of him, the way you ridin’ him has the whole mattress shaking. He plants his feet and fucks up into you, makes you yelp and fall forward onto his chest, hands bracing yourself up on his stomach, toned muscle just for you.

He gives as good as he gets, and you do the same, the two of you moving in tandem to drive each other absolute fucking wild.

“You like it?” You gasp as you bounce on his dick, as you clench around him, as you sit up and toss your head back, tits bouncing in his face as he chases you.

“Yes – yeah! Oh fuck.” He bites down on one of your breasts, wraps his arm around your back, and you don’t care, you don’t even fuckin’ care one bit about his arm, don’t even make a flinch or nothing, and that has Clyde damn near close to tears.

There ain’t no more speakin’ after that, after you both figure out a pace that works well for you. He’s so hard inside your cunt, so big, you can’t help but fist the sheets with the intensity of it. There is not one single bit of room inside your body that doesn’t feel full up of Clyde – until he comes.

You swear you can see your lower stomach bulge out from the amount of come he’s got shooting up into you, has his face is flitting a thousand different emotions, as his skin is covered in a sheen of sweat that you can’t help but lick right up.

“I’m sorry.” Clyde shudders out, apologizes through his orgasm, and you frown. You thought this had been going so well, even if you hadn’t gotten to come yet.

“Whatever for?” You ask, leaning down to kiss him between panted breaths.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen so fast.” He’s embarrassed again, cheeks and ears red, hair soaked with sweat from being just so wound up.

But your heart is warm and as big as your smile when you roll your hips on his cock, milk out his orgasm for what it’s worth, make him groan deep and long as he comes inside you.

“Well, like I said.” You chuckle, giving him a wet kiss as his hand finds your nipple and gives it a loving tweak, “We have all night, and then some.”

#reader insert #clyde logan x reader #clyde x reader #clyde logan #logan lucky #yeehaw #B)

[mrsunderhill678]

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“Everyone thinks they know me better than I do, but if they spent one day in my mind they'd scream, shout and beg that someone would let them out.” - Howdy Woolen

“My demons share my name and my face, but with those crooked smiles, how could they possibly be me?” - Howdy Woolen

“I look to this ash around me, these scorched dreams and ashen nightmares, and I beg my father to forgive me. But how can he forgive me for killing his own son?” - Howdy Woolen

“Chaos is fair in da fact dat it kills all.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“God knelt ta me level and told me dat all men were created equal, in da fact dat all men die.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“Death cares not for who we are, it don't give a bloody fuck whether you're youn' or old, it'll rip through ya and call ye alive.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“I am a wicked wolf who knows chaos is da forest in which I strive. Dese shadows are death, da light flickerin' from da trees is nuffin' but false salvation, for just above da trees lies a wicked beast. Red rain falls from da forest leaves, remindin' us dat in chaos' forest, we are all nuffin' but blood to be spilled and graves ta be fuckin' dug.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“Eden only 'eld me down, da snake in da garden was me, I was da forbidden fruit, I was Eve and Adam. But most wicked 'a all, I am da heavenly father that placed secrets in paradise, and damned innocent men for the fings I did.” - Aggemuth Williamson

“Blood and death for peace will never be true order. We live a lie, believing hate can drive out hate.” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“I am willing to walk a mile in a bad man's boots if it meant I could see the world through his eyes.” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“ We are not creatures of blood and death, we are butterflies soon to soar, cats playing curiously in the field. We are dogs, chasing the cat because we think it wants to play.” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“Evil comes from brokenness, but so does strength, so why choose cruelty?” - Shaymelina Demablossom

“I am a reflection of my enemies, a sinful projection of my fucking vengeance. As I stand before heaven's gates, all that shall be left are three corpses on the floor and two empty fucking six shooters. After all, an empty chamber and blood pooling beneath my feet is the sinful mark of revenge.” - Jake Warden

“This heart beating in my chest is no symbol of love, tear into my ribs and you'll find the pitch black night sky, for the moon crashed hurtling into the Earth, leaving nothing but vengeful stars, mourning for the home they lost.” - Jake Warden

“My sister told me to rebuild my bridges, but how am I to do that when I leave nothing but fire in my wake? I only seek for those behind me to crumble on the ashen bridge. May they follow my footsteps, only to drown in the roaring river below the bridges I fucking burnt.” - Jake Warden

“Oh Roan fucking Scorpio, you are a beast amongst men, a wicked werewolf, but so am I, so am I. My fur has grown more ragged than yours, my coat more blood-stained than yours, yet still I seek this damning vengeance. You are a wolf of family and love, yet I howl of loss. I could drag you through the dark, and still, you'd fight for something less than yourself.” - Jake Warden

“My hands tremble 'pon a dead man's gun, and as I stare down the barrel 'a this rifle, I fear it's me I'm aimin' at. I see them burnin' wings, I recognize them howls as he falls hellbent through the midnight sky, cuz they came from my own fuckin' throat. But all I do is take aim, breathe in, breathe out, and shoot this fallin' angel from the damn sky.” - Roan Scorpio

“My oldest frien' always did say he was Icarus, I wonder if he found solace as he burned? We were both wolves in the field, strappin' wings to our backs, dreamin' 'a sumthin' greater.” - Roan Scorpio

“I'm a child 'a the streets and a warrior 'a the highways, cuz I stalk these forests, boundin' cross the road in hopes the cars will catch me, sendin' me blood-streaked across the damn grass.” - Roan Scorpio

“It's a big world out there, ya got sinners by the dozen and dwindlin' saints, but I spose I'm somewhere between that spectrum.” - Roan Scorpio

“Vengeance kills most men before they evah gain it.” - Roan Scorpio

“I know what it is to be a sheep, there were once pain in my name and tears in my smile, but as I looked through the eyes of me father, and saw his reflection in me own, I learned always was I a wolf, swindled in a sheep's soft fur.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“All who have been within the scope of my rifle have fell in spurts of crimson salvation.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“In death there is mercy, and in mercy there is death.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“If you've known fear, than you've known me, friend. For I carve myself into your darkest memories, and every thought of me shall be followed with shivers up your spine and cracks in your smile.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“I am the wolf in Shepperd's clothing.” - Bodean Clemegrine

“I've learned that monsters don't hide these days, they've too much courage for our own good.” - Terissa Dyste

“My husband wanted me to waste my hate on him, to rot away every moment of my day with crooked thoughts of his haunted bay.” - Terissa Dyste

“I can see regret in my angel's eyes, death flickers in his smile, and blood hides within the cracks of his heart. But I am here to fill them with love.” - Terissa Dyste

“Salvatore is no bloodthirsty beast, he is no wolf, he's the sheep with a heart too large for a single man to handle. He cares so deeply for others, that he would sacrifice himself to rid them of the pain they've been through. He causes his own pain to save others from it. He is no reflection of those he's killed, for they are bad men, and he is the knight in rusted armor, who has had his metal and valor tested again and again.” - Terissa Dyste

“I love him, despite the pieces of himself he calls ugly, I will twirl them between my fingers and call them lovely.” - Terissa Dyste

“I shall not suffer, I shall grow.” - Terissa Dyste

“You know, my brother once told me, in all his grief, that every time he closes his eyes, he can see the flickering of the fire and the sparks of regret, but I told him, that's just his bridges burning.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“We can't dwell on the past, it's where all our pain comes from, but if we push forward into the unknown, we'll find ourselves in bliss, for if we don't finish the race, how do we ever win? It doesn't matter what place we finish at, just that we do.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“I will follow the road less traveled if that's what it takes, but when needed, I will follow the populated road. I will walk in the crowds and find my purpose in the many.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“I refuse to believe that failure exists. Just temporary defeat. So long as we fight, so long as we strive for something greater, we'll survive. I don't care if your goal is to simply breathe another day or to get out of bed in the morning. That in of itself is strength. Set small goals and conquer them, and as time goes on, you'll realize you scaled Everest inch by inch, without breaking a sweat.” - Kindle Xaverthin

“My grief is a hungry wolf, prowling in my mind, dragging the good memories I had through the dark, ensnaring them in his bloodthirsty maw.” - Markain Hallows

“Turn your heart to the trail behind me, and realize they are lost prayers and dying verses. Behind me is a melody of the damned, and ahead of me is the end of it.” - Markain Hallows

“No wolf dragged me off in it's jaw, no beast took me in it's maw, for it was I who looked in the mirror and reaped all he saw.” - Markain Hallows

“I travel through the night sky like a regretful midnight dove, my feather's have been stained the color the of night I prowl.” - Markain Hallows

“You ever flip a coin and watch in horror as it lands on fate?” - Crow Abervith

“Fate has been controlled by the powerful, and though the lord tries to send a message to you and I, those in power turn it into a threat.” - Crow Abervith

“The dogs have been set free from the pound, and though they barked their warnings and bared their teeth, the wolves howled and left their blood to run on the streets.” - Crow Abervith

“The world is fading out, shouting it's final words, and all we can do is picture it's grave.” - Crow Abervith

“What is life but old wallpaper, resold and refurbished, sold as a chipped away dream?” - Shurrick Gray

“I can't stand these roses on the path, cause I'm a pessimist, I can only look at all those damn thorns.” - Shurrick Gray

“Secrets are barrels of guns and chambers, and I suppose the powerful pull the damn trigger.” - Shurrick Gray

“They tell us to think five moves ahead whilst they think ten. They tell us to charge into the smoke, for the battleground is clear, but this smog only ever hid our foes.” - Shurrick Gray

“My mother always told me, "It gets better, son, it gets better," But under these floorboards are where my memories linger, and in these halls are thoughts of home that force tears from my eyes.” - Shurrick Gray

“Look at me, selling my life as a chipped away dream, telling myself it gets better. But it doesn't, because the lights have kicked the stool, and this dream swings from a noose in the spotlight.” - Shurrick Gray

“I’ve spent my life with one foot in the grave. Life is a cruel and relentless teacher, whipping me upon every failure, demanding I give it my all.” - Juno

“My father was, everything to me... Really. He gave me the patience to find myself, he held my hand through the path and when needed... He let go. He's the strongest man I've ever known, he was the pillars to this castle I roam, and without him, I feel as if I am crumbling.” - Juno

“I am the damned savior of the human race, a hero who realized he was a villain all along.” - Cedric Popovici

“I 'ave been exiled from myself, I rattle the bars 'a this cell, shoutin' at the guards to let me the fuck out. But it's me guardin' this cell, I'm my own damn Alcatraz, and as I look at the world through diamond eyes I realize, I ain't the hero, just the terror who called himself such.” - Cedric Popovici

“The way I see it, I shook hands with the devil ta rid the world of a devil, only to realize it's my hand I were shakin.” - Cedric Popovici

“Every night 'a my life I see angels fall from the sky, and as the sun sinks I pray it takes me in her stride.” - Cedric Popovici

“The executioner raises his blade and said, "When I raise this sword, so I wish this poor sinner eternal life." And as my head rolled from my neck, I realized I could blink, I could breathe, I could feel.” - Cedric Popovici

“The remnants 'a my soldier's cape flutters behind me, and it only stays on my shoulders cuz I hold a gun and pull a trigger. I wear this purple heart on my jacket, and I spose the only reason that bastard's purple is cuz'a the bruises I put there. We're all sheep, I's learned, eatin' from the dryer side 'a the pasture.” - Cedric Popovici

“I don't need a million dreams, just this one.” - Maliella Ryder

“Loife 'as beaten me down and shouted ta the 'eavens, "Allelujah! Da bastard's dead!" But as I stand, and raise moi fists, loife sighs, and prepares for anotha round.” - Billy Jenkins

“I dun't look back at failure, mate, I look forward at da success dat will rise from it.” - Billy Jenkins

“I stand by and protect me sister, she's been through a struggle 'a da mind and soul, and I reckon it's da battle fought wifout guns dat 'urt da most. She's strong, fo' bein' 'erself, and I reckon ta be yerself in a world full'a liars is da greatest achievement 'a all.” - Billy Jenkins

“I hold onta my ma's words, cause some days, I see her smoile in mine.” - Billy Jenkins

“Da sun will rise again, wif or wifout me, I cannot tell, but so long as it rises, I bloody smile.” - Billy Jenkins

“I check my vitals and find my heart still beats, and some days... I think that's unfortunate. My secrets will be buried below me, bury me six feet deep, my secrets deeper.” - Laverne Powell

“It's hard to get well when your mind poisons you with thoughts from years ago. Some days I fear my mind is still plagued by those damning thoughts.” - Laverne Powell

“If the past effects the future, then I fear what's to come.” - Laverne Powell

“Either I'm a broken saint, or a very bad man.” - Chad Broker

“I've let go of all I am, wonderin' why, oh why must I be the outcast, the hissin' cat in a room full 'a barkin', hungry dogs?” - Chad Broker

“I'd shatter the mirror with my fist ta kill my damn reflection. Fractures 'a me splittin' my knuckles and breakin' my bones.” - Chad Broker

“I stare at the waves and know they slip away just like me. I stand in this murky sand, watchin as the ripplin' water distorts my vision. Always looks like you're runnin' as ya stand in the ocean, but ya stay stagnant, don't you? I fear I'm damned, runnin' in the ocean, knowin' the hellhounds will catch me cuz I stand still.” - Chad Broker

“Jerome's always said he's my shadow, where once he was my light. He's just a lost boy, and I'm a broken one, and once ya mix the two togethah, ya don't get a man found, ya get broken glass, mixin' itself inta the sand.” - Chad Broker

“The mirror ain't nuthin' but a reflection 'a trouble comin' and my sins in the wind.” - Chad Broker

“I'm a freakshow, who made it ta heaven only ta realize ta higher powers I'm the damn jester.” - Chad Broker

“I live in the trenches, fighting for a better life, but those I love hurtle grenades and flashbangs into this broken soldier's trench, throwing fractured pieces of self hate and tainted love into my chest.” - Saiq A’Badula

“Beauty flees from war, the grass withers, the flowers die, and the birds forget to sing. Instead, the beauty of nature is replaced with our unnatural acts.” - Saiq A’Badula

“They tell me "You're a soldier, boy, weren't you taught how to march on?" All I can do is nod my head, but I was only ever taught to march into the pain, not away from it.” - Saiq A’Badula

“I am a soldier buried alive under the rubble of his soft spoken regrets and wrongly placed anger. Flowers will bloom from this damned soldier's grave, and it leaves me to wonder, is it when I die I'll finally know beauty? Will I find love in the rising of the roses and the daisies? And I wonder, is death a cruel force? Or is she a kind mistress, taking our hand and leading us to peace?” - Saiq A’Badula

“In my presence, the birds forget to sing, the sun forgets to rise. I am the dark that allows the light to exist, I am the shiver up your spine that whispers, "Run, I am the dark." Look at these pitiful gods, thinking they have me enslaved. They bind me but do not control me. I am seen as a children's story, a warning to be good, but as they speak of me I grow stronger, my strength comes from their fear and the shadows that frighten them out of sleep.” - Kragikul

“Long ago, Life told me this world was not meant for the dark, if that was so, then tell me, pitiful goddess, why do the stars shine? Why do you find refuge in the shade when the sun bares down, but fear it at night? Am I the defining factor of your fear?” - Kragikul

“I prowl this shade, I hear every prayer, every thought, I reside in saint's dreams and sinner's nightmares, I am the beast that monster's warn their children of. Have you ever seen the dark flee? As the sun rises it scurries, and if the monsters fear me, does that make me the light?” - Kragikul

“I am the original sin, the gods look upon me in sinking horror as they realize, peace is fading. My chains grow rust, these vines around me slowly wither, and all the dark has begun to flee.” - Kragikul

“You want peace? It cannot exist with violence such as I.” - Kragikul

“Life ain't gonna break me down, I'm a ramblin' man who finds peace in the dusty fields 'a wheat and crop. I live true and loyal like they used ta, the world may'a crashed down 'pon us, and most men may'a turned ta sin, but these morals 'a mine stand strong in the face 'a damnation.” - Timmy Dayfield

“We all one day find ourselves at a crossroads, and the devil tells us ta shake his hand. It's your choice ta stand unshaken or shake the hand 'a the man in the suit and tie. Cause the devil ain't a creature with pointy lil' horns and a pitchfork. He looks like you, frien', he looks like me, and everythin' you ever wanted. But are yer dreams worth the killin' 'a your morals?” - Timmy Dayfield

“I've walked many a mile in these boots 'a mine, and I've walked in the boots 'a others. When ya see the world through another man's eyes, you'll either see that you're right, or you owe the man an apology.” - Timmy Dayfield

“To all the other wayfarin' strangers out there, findin' themselves at the crossroads, I say. May the wind be at your back, may good fortune touch your hand, and may your resolve stay strong in the face of the shake of a hand.” - Timmy Dayfield

“Time isn't my lover, it isn't my friend, it kills me slowly and drags this life of mine through miles of tragedy ending secrets.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I can still see him in my nightmares, he is a conqueror of time and has bent it to his will. It refuses to take him, for he sits upon a throne of humanity's end.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I'm driven by this hate for beasts I cannot possibly kill, I'm mortal, time eats away at me, but it does not eat away at him.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I can hear his laugh by the light of the moon, I can hear is hauntings and warnings in my sleep. My worst fear is not death, it is the sinful beast, dancing in the light of our suffering. He looks at our pain, he looks at these flames ravaging us, and he calls it beautiful.” - Evangalice Caesar

“I will go up in flames and down in history, for my dynasty shall live beyond me.” - Madusius Crudellis

“Tyranny stands strong in the face of revolution.” - Madusius Crudellis

“These men and women killed are a part of my history, in my memory they are immortal, begging for mercy I don't know how to give.” - Madusius Crudellis

“In the thunder I can hear my dynasty, it is it's own entity. It howls and it barks, it rips into all who oppose it. A blood thirsty wolf, my dynasty is.” - Madusius Crudellis

“I, in of myself, am a dynasty, I am of bones-soon-to-be-broken, and flesh-soon-to-be-cut, it is my mortality that shall create my immortality.” - Madusius Crudellis

“I shall go down in history by force.” - Madusius Crudellis

“Darkness was a concept created before God, even he must bow to it.” - Deandra Cross

“My dreams have died to spite me, I am in a cell of nightmares, and the wolf I am stalks the corner. She's such a damned thing, I can see the rage in her eyes and the hurt in her soul, but to survive this world, I must become her. This wolf like mask must become me. I will stitch these threads into my skin until this mask becomes apart of me. I shall forget who I am underneath, for she was not strong enough to survive the world.” - Deandra Colt

“My sister once told me that the weak get by, the broken die off, but the strong survive and bring fear in their stride. And I guess in order ta survive I had ta be the one takin' lives in my stride.” - Hailey Colt

“All the lights that pollute the sky could not bring light ta the dark in my heart.” - Hailey Colt

“Your demons depend on you ta feed dem, so taunt dem and let dem starve on 'ope.” - Celeste Crinklaw

“Me feathers glow with love and rage, regret and joy, I'm a war cry 'a everyfin' I've evah been, and if loife's a war, give me a bloody blade, mate.” - Celeste Crinklaw

“In me dreams I see a pale white 'orse, 'e beckons me ta follow, tells me dat I can be born again, and everytoime I follow 'im, I see a face I've seen before. In dat pale 'orse's eyes I see someone I knew, but I can't place who. 'E beckons me toward da dark, tellin' me dat is where I belong, but I refuse ta rise from the ashes as sumfin' I ain't.” - Celeste Crinklaw

“I look ta dat pale 'orse in da 'orizon, all I ask, is, "Old frien', where's your rider?" A lonely horse, 'e is, da 'orse 'a my dreams, beckonin' me ta nightmares. 'E's lonesome, wearin' the remnants 'a his saddles and the remains 'a his scars on 'is hide. And all I ask, is where 'ave I seen 'im before?” - Celeste Crinklaw

"You cannot come to understand the depths of the world, you believe the shadows to be the darkest thing this world has to offer, but I have seen things darker than the nebula." - The Watcher

"I have seen things no man could ever dream, let along things that he would want to. All my life I have wished to be a hero, but it is gritty work, it drains away at the soul, and I must wonder how much of it I have left these days." - Ickden Harloff

"There are things in this world that we do not understand, sadly, they must be condemned for it is the dark from whence they came." - Ryan Sanzberg

"My vengeance is immortal, but sadly that must mean, as am I." - Warden Wickersford

"My hope left with the beatin' 'a my love's heart." - Travis Vekington

"When ya lose everythin', what're you supposed ta become?" - Travis Vekington

"Went through hell on a Sunday an' cursed the damn pews cause despite it all, they damn me." - King Wardown

"Cowardice kills people, I've learned, but alas, it keeps me alive." - Verez Vagawit

"You can throw me to the wolves, but I imagine I'll be alright. After all, they hunt to live and the blood on their teeth is of survival, not sport." - James Ace

"Most people can't change because they just don't God damn want to. You can't expect life to change if you don't evolve with it." - Darin Zollo

"I am losing myself, I fear. Faith and hope are hard to come by as your heart slowly falters to the shadow and forgets the warmth of light." - Shan'Bellwitz

"I wish to drift away from this place as nothing more than peace and smoke on the wind." - Shan'Bellron

"I was lost out at sea, trying to find me, but all I became was stranded, vying for something better, yet becoming sumthin' worse." - Ben Stilts “Every sinnin’ man fears the devil.” - Ben Stilts

"Scars leave us bettah or worse off. I reckon mine left me wif' glory." - Pugrish the Mountain

"What's belief without sumthin' to worship?" - Shonas Green

"Ya know what they do with broken men, Mortley? They put em all in this box, and they say, "This is all ya are, we ain't confinin' ya, we're just givin' ya a playground ta roam. But as we get older we realize the walls are sky high and they weren't built ta be fuckin' climbed." - Bortley Dekruiful

"It is in pain that we find a new identity, one which lives alongside the tears." - Mortley Dekruiful

"I'm not concerned about my importance to the world, just the fact that I lived in it, and that it was real." - Milton Modayne "My whole life has been screaming in a single pitch tune, yet I sit here and wonder, what point is there to a chorus when there was never a melody? I am plucking broken strings, expecting a soft song, but I suppose it's foolish, expecting music from a hurting soul." - Milton Modayne

"When you're born in the shade you begin to fall into the delusion that the light is something damning." - Natalia Shelvikit

"As humans we have an innate desire to feel something that is not ourselves, to be something other than we were meant to be. We have been trying to defy destiny for so long that we never thought to pick up the quill and write something other than fate within our lives. We seek to conquer destiny, yet it is what lies outside the realm of fate that we fear." - Ramazalo Shelvikit

"He who fights for himself migh' as well lay down his fists and le' the bullets rain down." - Gromkal Batterfist

"It's strange, how we damn those who fight for justice, but never they who we fight against." - Tovil Quinn

"Dreams are only a broken perception of reality, mate... And sometimes, we need ta wake da fuck up." - Jerry Benson

"Ze zing I fear ze most, iz zat death is ze end. And yet I know that it iz." - Thaddaeus Rediger

"Praying is not the solution to all burdens on the soul." - Jonathan Covaks

I's been carryin' a burden for some time now, you know 'ow crosses are heavy on the back, always pushin' ya back inta the graves ya try to dig, always findin' a new way to rip the skeletons from yer closet." - Mike Fausselkoff

"Sins, always catchin' us humans off guard. We tell ourselves we'll never be like Adam, we'll never be like Eve, but then that forbidden fruit comes along and we begin ta wonder. What does it taste like? We wrap ourselves up in all this curiosity, this wonder. We become our own snakes in our own little garden 'a Eden. Well, I spose that fruit came along." - Mike Fausselkoff

"Mr. Stilts, Mr. Skinwalker, karma is at your door." - Cortez Cloves

"A life of killing is better than a life of rotting." - Cortez Cloves

"If I were you, I would not tempt fate so cruelly. Fate is never in the one man's favor, it is always in the favor of the crowd, never he who flips the coin." - Borbasli Orgazi

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Worth A Million

mid-movie Trainspotting fic below the cut, ~1,650 words, unrequited pining

(I know the Trainspotting fandom on Tumblr is like two and a half people but fuck it; T2 convinced me that Spud had a thing for Tommy all along, and now I’m taking both and a half of you down with me)

note: this thing demanded that I write it in the style of Irvine Welsh; I am not Scottish and I am Very Sorry™

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Ah dinnae mind daein whatever Sick Boy likes, even though ah never git tae peck whair we go or what we dae. Ahm no that imaginative anywey. Leave it up tae me and ahd probably find some wey tae fuck it up.

Crossroads Pub wis always Sick Boy’s favourite when the skag made him sociable. Ahve goat a pint in front ay us, Renton tae ma left and Tommy tae ma right. Sick Boy’s tae the left ay Rents, pontificating aboot entrepreneurism or some shite. Ah cannae quite ever wrap ma haid aroond it, bit ah always nod anywey as if ah dae. Who’s gaunnae ask ma opinion?

It’s awright when it’s the four ay us. Long as ah keep tae masel ah kin mair or less disappear. The only problem comes when Rents gits up and mumbles he’s oaf tae huv a pish, and ah notice Sick Boy’s fucked oaf too, innae far coarner wi Alison or somesuch. It’s only me and Tommy now, and nae mair philosophizin goin roond ah kin conveniently defer tae. Ah cannae hold a conversation oan ma ain. Ah cannae even hold ma ain attention half the time.

Suddenly ma whole spine pricks wi the pressure tae be interestin. It’s no that ahve never hud a one-oan-one conversation before. It’s jist that Tommy’s a functional human bein. Ahve never bin burdened wi that. Certainly he doesnae expect it ay us. Does he? Ah stare intae ma pint fir as long as ah think ah kin git away wi. It’s no exactly helpin.

Ye cannae blame us fir feelin a maggot innae presence ay someone like that, really. Tommy’s no like the rest ay us. First ay aw, he’s clean as a whistle, he is. We widnae even know how tae survive a fuckin day like that. No tae mention he’s fuckin athletic, ay aw things. Ah dinnae understand why he even fucks aboot wi us. Wir no the types tae dae anything tae oor bodies besides obliterate them. Fuckin beats me why he’s no goat any better friends.

“Awright, Spud?” he sais. Oh fuck. He’s seen us fuckin starin. Ah didnae even know ah wis.

Ahve goat tae come up wi somethin now. Frankly ahd jist as soon git tae fuck and make like ah wis never here innae first place. Bit it’s too late fir that. Ah struggle tae produce even a word or two, anythin ay aw. It’s no comin oot.

“Anyone home, Spuds?” Tommy sais. Ahve paused too long.

Ma tongue’s a fuckin boy scoot’s knot now. Ahm sweatin like ahve jist come oaf the fuckin trip ay a lifetime. Gaunnae fuckin dae us in, it will. Ah mentally will Rents a slow and painful death fir leavin us here. How long’s it take tae huv a fuckin pish? He fall innae fuckin bog? Ahm a goner if ah dinnae open ma fuckin mooth, sae ah dae, no quite sure what’s gaunnae come oot til thair’s nae goin back.

“Ah…uh…Man U?”

That’s what ah come up wi. The great genius. Tommy’s whole face turns intae the likes ah huvnae seen since ah first casually used the term ‘skagged’ in front ay ma wee granny oan accident. Now ahm willin the slow and painful death tae masel instead ay Rents. It’s ma ain fuckin fault anywey.

He’s sizin us up. “Yir trynae huv a chat wi me aboot Man U, s’that it?”

Ah feebly nod. S’aw ah kin dae besides pray tae aw ma estranged gods fir a brawl tae break oot and crack ma fuckin skull wi a chair.

“D’ye even know what Man U’s short fir, Spud?”

Ah couldnae huv told ye if ah hud bin oan Catchword fir fifteen thousand pounds wi aw ma family innae studio audience. No that they’d show up fir a thing like that even hypothetically. The point is, ahm fucked and we baith know it.

Tommy situates his elbows oan the bar-top and leans in close tae ma face aw ay a sudden. Ah wisnae prepared fir that. He’s starin us innae eye. Now aw ah kin think aboot’s how many words ah know fir the color blue. That and asphyxiating oan ma ain drymooth.

“Ah want ye tae tell us the truth,” he sais. “Ye oan that shite again?”

Ah wish ah wis. It’d surely explain a lot. It’s probably no in ma best interest, bit ah decide ah kin git masel oaf the hook fir ma pathetic bungling wi a falsified confession.

“Oh, aye. Aye. Jist oaf ma face, ah am.” Ah casually cover the crook ay ma airm tae keep him fae seein my track marks scabbed shut, bit ah make like ahm only tappin the vein. “S’pose ah wisnae subtle.”

“Aye. S’what ah thought.”

Part ay us s’poses ah ought tae be ashamed ay masel oan account ay Tommy’s remarkably low expectations ay us. Bit ah cannae be arsed tae muster up offense aboot it. What’s the point? Typically he’d be right. Ah foster nae delusions aboot the wey ah conduct masel. At this moment ahm jist astonished a person like Tommy MacKenzie’s seen fit tae gie a shite.

Anywey, he’s no cruel aboot it. He’s goat a kind tone. “Listen tae me, awright?” Ma ear canals might ay well be drilled open. “Yir better’n the lot, y’know that?”

Maybe ah shake ma haid, maybe no. Ah cannae tell. Sweatin tae soak ma keks, though.

“Ah mean it, aye.”

Manchester United! Ahve finally worked oot the answer tae the question fae before. Ah dinnae think he wants us tae say it anymair, bit ahve goat it, that’s the important part.

“Ye could make mair ay yirsel than this. Ah believe that,” sais Tommy. “Yir no like the others, Spuds. Ah know wir mates wi Sick Boy and Rents and aw that, ah dinnae mean nae offense and aw, bit ah think we baith know yir the better man in the equation. Yir no a schemer or an apathetic. Ye care aboot mair than yir fix. That’s fuckin valuable, y’know. That’s character. Ye dinnae even see the potential ye goat.”

Ahm riveted now. Tommy’s girlfriend’s a lucky lass, bein oan the receivin end ay pick-me-ups like this aw the time. Ah cannae remember her name. Ahll huv tae take that tape oot the video shoap again.

“Now, ah want ye tae promise me.” He’s goat his hand oot fir me tae take haud ay, like a proper agreement and aw. “Ah want ye tae promise me right here and now that yull git yirself oaf ay that shite. Yull be dead by twenty-five if ye keep it up. It’d be a fuckin shame, s’what it’d be.”

Til now, ah probably widnae huv concurred wi that last part, bit somehow Tommy thinkin sae lends the notion a mite ay reasonability.

“Kin ye promise us that?”

Frankly, any promise ah make is first-class bullshite. Ah know that. Nae delusions aboot that either. Ahm as like tae walk oot ay here and score ma next fix as ah am tae take ma next breath or a shite innae morning. Bit the thing ay it is, while ahve goat Tommy starin us doon like that, ah cannae fuckin say nae. Ah cannae bring masel tae disappoint him.

“Aye, I kin dae that,” ah sais, and fir jist one moment, ah almost believe it wholeheartedly masel. Ah stick ma clammy hand in his and let him dae the shakin. He’s good at that, too. Ma airm flops aboot like a chicken wing. Ah feel like somebody important.

At least til Tommy breaks oot intae such a fuckin smile, ah feel like the unworthiest fuckin radge ever knobbed intae existence by any bipedal creature.

“That’s a lad,” he sais, thumpin us oan the back as he lets us go. Ma fuckin lungs clear oot. He takes up his pint again. Ahm already detecting a whinge ay guilt in its infancy brewin in ma gut fir lyin, bit ma face is aw bent up now, screwin intae some garish, toothy arrangement ah dinnae recognize, sae thair’s no much ah kin dae aboot it fir the time bein.

“Let’s git the fuck oot ay here,” Sick Boy sais. Ah jist aboot shite masel. He’s popped up near ma shoulder wi Alison oan his airm. Baith goat the sickness in thur eyes, sporting a fine glisten. Ahm no gaunnae be far behind.

Nervy, ah look aroond. “What aboot Rents?”

“Ootside awready.” He’s no lookin at Tommy, since we aw know thair’s nae point innit. He’s lookin at us. “In or oot?”

If ah dinnae go, thair’s nae wey ahm gaunnae see a fix. Ah should be grateful Sick Boy even remembered ah wis here.

Ah glance at Tommy, sensing eyes on us. He’s no lettin go. Somethin palpitates in ma wasteland ay an abdomen.

“S’awright,” ah hear masel tell Sick Boy. Ah slip oaf ma bar stool. “Ah think ahll huv a stroll, actually. Lovely day and aw.”

Sick Boy’s lookin at us now like ahve goat four haids covered in boils, bit ah couldnae gie a shite, because Tommy’s haid bobs at us in approval, smilin on us directly, and he tips his pint. Maybe ahve made his day. Widnae that be great?

“Ahll walk ye oot,” ah offer. No because either one gies a fuck if ah dae, bit because ah plan tae ‘change ma mind’ the moment wir ootside. Tommy doesnae huv tae know.

“Good on ye, Spud,” Tommy sais. Ma face scrambles intae mair goofy shite, and it stays that wey through the pub and oot the door.

It’s forty-six minutes til ah finally git ma fix, bit ah only know that thanks to Rents daein the countin. Fir once, it slips ma mind tae dae it masel. And aw ah kin conclude is that the stuff is shite, because oddly enough, fir probably the first time, ahm nae giddier after than ah wis innae first place.

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#Trainspotting #fanfic #Daniel ''Spud'' Murphy #Spud #Tommy Mackenzie #oh look Aud did a thing #ngl I'm actually pretty fuckin proud of this tbh #also the title is from ''Lust For Life'' (Iggy Pop obviously not Lana Del Rey I mean context people) so I mean #basically it wrote itself #except no it didn't; the entire first 400 words was a constant struggle to accept my masochistic insanity #it didn't get easy until I'd cursed my own descendants like 15 times #but I speak pretty fluent Whatever This Is now so it paid off #I'll shut up

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