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f1bordeaux · 9 months

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If You Cared (Part 5) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.3k Poetry style | Story style A/n: This is it! It's once again rushed because after tonight I wont have my laptop until late October and I really wanted to get this out. So forgive any errors please. I'll rewrite one day! Also, later on I'll write a sequel if you guys want me to because I love this story and the characters. Anyways, enjoy and to those of you who came along for the whole ride, I appreciate you more than you know<3 Cheers and I'll see ya in October! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

Once your last suitcase was in the trunk, you were ready to go.

One flight took off the following morning at 6. You were willing to sit in that small, grocery store sized airport for a few hours. Anything not to see or think about him. Right now, every room in the house was drowning in memories. You were suffocating.

“Y/n, come inside please.” Your mother begged. It was pouring down rain, and you were sitting on the patio just watching the droplets ricochet off the pool water. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t mind.” You said.

She sighed, a signal of her defeat. When you left from the charity dinner, taking your mothers rental car with you, nobody but Mia followed. About an hour later, they all pulled into the driveway. Nobody said a word as they walked through the front door to see a pile of suitcases lined up. Nobody dared to even cough as they watched you throw them all in the trunk in the pouring rain. You were done. You’d had enough. Elba was just as dead to you as he was.

Mia begged you to stay the rest of the week, saying that it was Max who should leave, but you couldn’t explain to her how every square inch of the beach house reminded you of his touch. The kitchen brought back memories of his small, butterfly kisses when you both cooked dinner or when his hand would rest on your thigh at the kitchen bar. The living room just reminded you of all the times you fell asleep in his arms during a movie and how he would carry you to your room. Your bedroom was the worst spot of them all. Your sheets still smelled like him, the mirror still displayed his reflection, his clothes were still on your floor.

“I need to go home.” Was all you could say to Mia as she begged you not to.

“Y/n?” The patio door slid open softly, but you didn’t bother looking. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t really feel like speaking to you.”

Luca didn’t sit next to you, he didn’t walk up to you or approach you. Instead, he stayed behind you, speaking to your back. Never before had you or either of your siblings had a situation like this. The three of you had always been close but this. Luca had really done it this time. You also had a little resentment for Mia, too. She’d known for a while and still let you fall head over heels for Max. Was it her fault? No, but she could have said something. She should have said something.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Wow,” You scoffed. “Suddenly everything is all better! Me and Max are getting married tomorrow, want to be the ring bearer?”

“Y/n-”

“What was going through your mind, Luca? Hmm? Can I just ask you that?” You shook your head. It was hard to understand this whole situation.

“I didn’t think he’d take this seriously. I thought he’d say no and laugh it off.”

“But playing with my feelings in the first place was alright? Because you thought he’d say no it was alright?”

Luca fell silent. Obviously it wasn’t right, that much was known. But he didn’t know how to express how sorry he was, or how he didn’t think it would go this far. No matter what he said, you would come back and rebuttal his comment with something more emotional, something more meaningful. Luca wasn’t one with words, he never was and never would be. In this moment, he wished he was.

“Here.” He dropped five or six envelopes on the table next to you. “Maybe you wont forgive me, but this wasn’t his idea.”

Before you could say anything, he was inside, closing the glass door behind him. You looked at the off-white envelopes. They had your family's address on them, but your name was clearly written on there. The return address? The Verstappen house. Not Sophie and Victoria’s house, but the childhood house that Max and his father lived in.

Your heart sank.

After finding the oldest one, dating back to only a few months after he broke up with you, you slid it open and pulled out the paper. A photo fell out, alongside a dried up, flattened rose petal.

Y/n.

I miss you. It might sound selfish to say, but I really do.

I don’t think I ever realized how important love could be in life. I saw it as more of a form of entertainment rather than a necessity. I knew my feelings for you were real, I knew they were physical and emotional and everything in between, but I didn’t know how hard they’d be to get rid of. Leaving you hurt, it hurt so bad that I felt like I couldn’t breathe on my way home. But, I thought they’d go away once I was back with dad. I thought they’d be like a stomach ache or migraine. Like I said, though, they are much harder to get rid of than that. Seeing all the love that other drivers have at the track, seeing their girlfriends and moms and families hurts me. All I have is dad and, well, you know what that's like. I’ve realized that I need someone like you, someone I can laugh with, someone I can talk to, someone who will tell me it's ok and that I won't fail in life after a bad race. I need someone on my side, not someone who is only team Max when I win.

I think of you every time I race. I dedicate every win to you-and mom of course. In the photo I sent, I won my first F3 Grand Prix. It’s a huge step in the right direction and at this pace, I’m set to be the youngest F1 competitor if I can make the Toro Rosso team in a few weeks. I hope you’re there to see it.

I get it if you don't want to talk to me. I know I broke your heart and ruined the rest of your summer but please, if any drop of your feelings were real please write me back. I could use the support.

Love, Max.

Sure enough in the photo a young, 16 year old Max was hoisting a trophy in the air as champagne was sprayed on him. You picked up the rose petal and it crunched in your grasp. Where had these gone? Why didn’t you get any of them? You didn’t move out at sixteen, why didn’t you get them?

The other ones followed the same idea as the first; I miss you, I messed up, I’m making promising moves in my career, please answer my calls or reach out, I love you, Love, Max. And sure enough, every single one made you cry. Near the end of the last one, however, Max wrote;

Take this as my final goodbye. I hope you’re getting these but I’m not getting any response so maybe you’re not. I deserve this, I know. But, I was really hoping things would be different. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, y/n. If I could take it back, I would.

Dad told me to stop wasting time writing silly letters that get no response, so I guess this is my last one. Hopefully we can reconnect someday. I hope you're watching me on TV. I hope that a piece of you still loves me, as selfish as it sounds. There will always be a place for you in my heart, always.

Goodbye, y/n. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.

Max.

Your hand came up to cup your mouth. These letters were similar to the ones up in your room. Max loved to write, and on your 15th and 16th birthday, he wrote you two beautiful letters that you said you’d cherish forever. You left them in Elba when he broke your heart.

Without even thinking, you stood up, turning on your heel so quickly you were afraid you’d fall. With the letters cradled in your arms, you ran inside. The house felt empty. Nobody was around except for-

“Mia-” You called out in between tears. “Where is-where are-Max, where is Max?”

“He left-”

“What?”

She nodded. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to talk to him. Where did he go?”

“There’s a ferry leaving in like, thirty minutes. He’s going to get on that.”

You shook your head, tossing the letters on the counter before running to the front door. You grabbed a pair of keys and darted through the rain as your sister called out your name. Max at least deserved a chance to explain himself, right? Maybe he was too prideful, too nervous, too scared to speak to you himself. That was alright. You’d just go to him.

The drive was long, you were afraid you’d miss the ferry. It left at five am, you assumed, and it was 4:48 when you pulled into the dock. He was probably already on the boat, no? He was probably already in his seat waiting for the departure to begin. That wouldn’t stop you.

Maybe fate was on your side, maybe it was meant to be. Whatever it was, Max was standing in line to load onto the boat, suitcase in hand. “Max!” You shouted. He was still in his suit, you were still in your dress. Neither of you looked as elegant as before, but it would be wrong to say you thought he looked bad.

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide when he saw who was calling your name. “Y/n?” Max turned out of line and walked near you.

In seconds your arms were around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug that took him a few beats to reciprocate. You then pulled away, looking him in the eyes as tears flooded yours. He was confused, taken aback, even. “We need to talk.”

“But I’m leaving-”

“Please stay.”

“I’m mad at you, don’t get me wrong.” You said, looking off into the distance. There was a small cafe near the dock that was open for breakfast. So, the two of you sat outside and drank tea whilst looking like complete lunatics.

“So why’d you come get me?” He asked. “You could have completely let me go.”

“What good would that do? I would just hate you forever and it would eat me alive. Just like it did last time.”

Max shrugged. “I don't think I deserve a second chance.”

“Luca gave me the letters you wrote me as a kid.”

Max turned pale. “What?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I never got them as a girl or trust me, I would have written you back-or texted you at least.”

“I know you never got them.”

Did you hear him correctly? He knew? In the last letter he assumed you didn’t get them. “How’d you know?”

Max looked at the sunrise that was touching the horizon. The sky looked beautiful. There were no clouds, only bright shades of reds and yellows, blues and purples. The water from the ocean reflected the scenery perfectly. He didn’t know how to answer your question. It would be embarrassing if he did. He never planned on you seeing those even though he sent them.

“I was writing your address wrong. I was one number off or something, so they all got sent back at once. I sent them back after fixing it, but I called Luca and told him not to let you get them.” He said in one breath, cheeks igniting with a blush. “I was too embarrassed.”

That's why you didn’t get them.

You were torn. If he really cared he wouldn’t have taken the bet, right? If he really cared, he would have let those letters get to you. What if this was just another elaborate part of his plan? You wanted to believe it, you wanted to see the truth in Max’s story, but you couldn’t trust him. You couldn’t read him as well as you once could. A piece of you was saying, shut up and take it, he's your dream man, and another piece of you was saying, do better.

“Did you ever really care about me?” You asked.

Max looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“This summer,” You reiterated. “Did you ever really care about me? Be honest with me.”

Without missing a beat he said, “I didn’t just care about you, I loved you. I don’t like to admit my feelings-mainly because I grew up in a house where feelings didn’t exist-but I couldn’t hide the love I have for you. I’ve never been able to hide it. Ask dad, mom or Vic.”

You sighed. “The scary part is, Max, even after all this, even after I found out one of the worst things, even after I felt used and objectified, I still want you. Every part of my body is screaming no, telling me to run and leave without turning back but one small, small sliver of me is begging to stay.”

Max leaned across the table, palm coming to cup your chin. He smiled softly, his breath dancing across your cheek. It felt refreshing. It felt like summer. Perhaps things would be ok. Perhaps things would always be ok.

“So stay.” He said. “I promise to love you, y/n. I will love only you.”

Your lips connected to his. It was a soft kiss, one that reminded you of your first. Did you know what was going to happen once he went back to racing and you went back to work? No. Did you know if he was your boyfriend now? No. Did you know if things were going to work out? No. But honestly, nothing in life is for certain. But damn, sitting in front of an italian coffee shop, watching the sun rise over the ocean with Max’s lips on yours felt nice.

You were excited for a lifetime of moments like these. All of them with your childhood boyfriend by your side.

And yeah, you did feel like you could call him that now. You could call Max whatever the hell you wanted to.

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itsscromp · 8 months

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Rocket Raccoon X reader

Hey everyone, I present to you a fic of the greatest marvel character ever, Vol 3 is my top movie of this year. Rocket means so so much to me. so without further delay, let's get into it. Word count:1K

It was hard. To put it into context, you were kidnapped from Earth when you were only 5. Sold onto the black market and forced into slavery. You were abused, manipulated and toyed with for 16 years. 16 flarking years !!!!.

By this point you've had enough, you planned a huge escape and barely managed to. Crashing onto a head called Knowhere. But you didn't care, you were free. Free from it all. But right now you need to survive, taking in odd bounty-hunting jobs no matter how small or large the unit amount was. You needed food and shelter. Sometimes it led to unconventional methods, you robbed people of their units, but this time you took it a tad bit too far, and it led to an assault with a nova corps officer off duty. The next minute you were held down as they cuffed you and transferred you to the Kyln prison. After being sanitized and changed into your prison attire, you were tossed into your cell.

"Hey easy pal !!"

"Shut up"

The guard locked the door and left, this couldn't get any worse.

"What are ya in for ??" A voice spoke up, you turned to find not any human or alien. It was... a raccoon. A talking raccoon who could stand on his two legs.

"What in the..."

"I ain't askin' again humie"

"Assault and battery."

This talking raccoon snorted. "That ain't even worse than what I've done."

You got up and laid down on your bed, Freaking uncomfortable.

"Got a name kid ??"

"Why do you wanna know ??"

The raccoon rolled his eyes. "It's what you humie's call lightening the mood."

"Humie ??"

"Just some nickname I give, now do you got a name or otherwise I'm just gonna call ya humie"

"Fine fine... Y/n. You ??"

"Name's Rocket, Now here's how It's gonna work out. You don/t get on my bad side and we'll be good, got that"

Y/n rolled their eyes and rolled over to the wall of their bed. "Fine by me"

Over time you noticed that the other prisoners weren't too kind too to Rocket. It made you a bit sad for him.

"Hey, freak how's it going ??" One said to him.

"Better now that I'm with your wife" Rocket looked up and smirked.

"Watch It rodent, or you'll get it" He kicked him, making Rocket fall to the ground. His tray filled with food now on his shirt.

"Flark nut !!!"

This agitated the prisoner and he stomped towards him ready for a fight. But he then felt a sharp pain in the jaw, from being punched by you.

"Leave him alone !!!"

The prisoner's friend lifted you off your feet by the collar of your shirt.

"Your gonna get it now..."

But then the guard broke up the fight and got you and Rocket away from them.

"You... You helped me ??"

"Yeah, I... I have a thing against jerks like that..."

Rocket couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful for how you helped him. His whole life no one helped him, he was always on his own. But then here you are.

"Hey kid, how bout you say we get outta here ??"

"How this is the most secure prison"

Rocket scoffed. "I've escaped 30 prisons before, this one is gonna be no different. But I will need your help, If we work together we can both get out ok ??"

"Ok... what's the plan Rocket ??"

"We wait until dinner time and I'll tell you then"

So a few hours later, Dinner time and everyone was gathering for their meals, You and Rocket got your food and sat at a separate table away from everyone.

"Ok, you see that dude with the keycard ??"

Y/n turned around gently to avoid suspicion and found a guard with a prison key card.

"I need you to get that key card and bring it back and I'll cause us a distraction."

You nod and got up, walking over to the guard. Without raising suspicion, you pick-pocketed the key card without getting the guard's or the prisoner's attention. You placed the key card into your pocket quickly and went back to Rocket.

"Got it, what next ??"

Rocket then looked around and then began his distraction, scooping up some food onto his spoon and accurately flinged it at a prisoner and watched the entire thing unfold.

"Now, let's go while the guards are distracted."

The two then snuck away from the fight and then found their belongings.

"Surprisingly they aren't that good" Rocket chuckled and gathered his belongings.

"You telling me" Y/n quickly changed out of their prison attire and the two then went to find a getaway ship. But as they did, the alarm went off.

"Me and my big flarking mouth"

"Return to your cells immediately or we will use lethal force" The guard yelled at them.

'Run !!!" Y/n shouted as the two ran to find a ship, avoiding the flying bullets. Rocket was running slightly faster as he was running on all four's.

"Over there !!" Rocket found a ship and then began to hack into the door. but as y/n caught up to his, they felt a graze on their leg. One of the bullets grazed their thigh and began to bleed, You started to limp quickly as Rocket got the door open.

"Come on, come on, get on humie !!"

The two then managed to get onto the ship and started it up, jumping far away from the prison, into a part of the galaxy away from them.

You started to smile as you cheered on.

"We did it !!!"

"Hehe, hell yeah we did kid !!"

Y/n kept cheering but felt the sting of the graze. "Ow ow"

"Hang on I'll be right back"

Rocket then went around the ship and found a med pad and strapped it onto your thigh, activating it. You felt a slight pain as he then took it off, your wound gone.

"The galaxy keeps just surprising me"

"Guess so, look y/n.. your a good kid... and I uhhh.." He scratched behind his neck "I was wondering.. if you uhh... want to stick together ??"

You looked at him for a little bit before smiling and nodding. and with that, an epic friendship was created.

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imprettytired · 9 months

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 6

Cw: drugs, hallucinations, injury, blood, arguing, references to self harm.

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An alarm remind Mammon to get out of bed a few hours later. He didn't sleep. Actually he's forgotten what he's been doing, though he vaguely remembers spending money on something.

He didn't want to get up. He had to get up. His pills were wearing off.

He went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the bag of pills. They looked different. They now had a light blue tint, but to Mammon they were the only things that would get him through the day, so they didn't look too different to him.

He popped two in his mouth and began to get ready for school, waiting for the pills to kick in.

He stared into the mirror.

He looks great! Or at least he thought he looked great. Maybe the lack of sleep made him appear sick to others, but he couldn't tell.

"Everyone finds you repulsive."

Strangely Mammon has begun to get used to the voice, although he does still wish that it was just a thought or, at the very least, said something nice.

Before Mammon put the pills back into it's place he had a realization. The bathroom wasn't the best place for his pills. He looked around the room for a bit before deciding that under the couch was the best option.

"I'll find a better place later." He thought, slipping the bag under the cushions.

He decided to only take a shower, and hoped that he could get home soon.

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In the middle of a shower the pills finally kicked in. He hated the feeling he got. He was happy but these pills didn't give him the same burst of energy he was used to. They made him exhausted to the point where he could barely open his eyes.

The next thing he knew he was laying in his shower as someone was banging on his bedroom door.

As he got up and saw as blood trickled from his face. He touched his nose. It didn't hurt but he knew he did something to it as he saw the blood on his fingers.

He still heard the banging as he turned off the shower and started drying off.

"Come on Mammon you're gonna be late."

"How is that possible?" He thought. "I had at least an hour. They shouldn't have even had breakfast yet."

Mammon put on his clothes and went to the door, quickly putting his hand over his nose

"Everyone already left but Lucifer wanted to make sure you were up." Beelzebub said then took a good look at Mammon.

"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You still look really sick."

He was so tired.

"I'm fine."

Mammon's nose bled hard, so hard that wiping it only seemed to make it worse and draw attention to it.

"What happened?" Beelzebub said, panicked.

"I slipped in the shower but I'll be fine."

Mammon watched as Beelzebub quickly grabbed something from out of his pocket before handing it to him.

It was a small bandage.

Mammon knew enough to know that bandage was going to do nothing for him, he would be quiet literally putting a bandage on a broken bone.

He looked up at Beelzebub. Getting ready to tell him just that. Then he saw the small smile plastered on his face, almost like he knew it was useless in this situation, but he still wanted to help.

Mammon put the useless bandage on his nose and grabbed a handkerchief for the blood.

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Mammon dragged himself into school and watched as everyone began leaving for their classes. Scanning the walls he could tell that more flyers had appeared. He didn't even need to read them to know what they're about.

"I just have to get through this." He thought. But he was so tired that he considers finding a secluded place to sleep.

Mammon entered the student council room. Nothing has changed over the few weeks he's been gone, but something felt different. He hadn't noticed how truly empty the room was. He never cared too much before then but the lack of people only elevated his worry.

He looked up at Diavolo. He seemed to be in deep thought, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Mammon wanted to get this meeting out of the way. He was exhausted.

"Ya' want somethin'?"

Diavolo looked at him.

"Oh Mammon! Ar- What happened to your nose?"

"I fell."

"Are you feeling better?"

Mammon nodded.

Diavolo gave Mammon a small smile then calmly walked over to him.

"How are you Mammon?"

"I'm fine, just really tired."

He stopped smiling.

"Mammon about the other day. Did you only said those things because you were tired."

"What did I say?"

"Well" Diavolo began.

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"It's just. I um-" Mammon then stopped suddenly almost as if something caught you off guard.

"Why can't you just stop" Mammon said, his voice cracking a little as he tried to stop himself from crying.

"I want to hurt myself so badly and it's all your fault." Mammon's eyes rapidly looked around the school desperately trying to find who he was talking to.

But it there was no one except Diavolo and the few students still lingering in the hallway

"I'm going to kill you."

"Why would you want to do that?"

Mammon only glanced at Diavolo before going back to looking around.

"I don't know."

"Try to calm down, okay?"

Diavolo took a step, reaching his arm out in an attempt to consol him.

"STOP" Mammon yelled backing away.

"Do you want me to back up?"

"Not you."

"Then who?"

Mammon went back to looking around and stayed that way until he eventually snapped out of it.

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Mammon was horrified, embarrassed, he couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to say that out loud and to Diavolo off all people.

At least it wasn't Lucifer.

"I'm so sorry I don't know why I said that."

"But you meant it didn't you?"

He couldn't lie. He hated that he couldn't just lie his way out.

He just looked down at Diavolo's shoes.

"Look Mammon I can't force you to talk about anything but you can always talk to me."

He said the only thing he thought was true.

"I don't know why I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. To be honest something hasn't been right for awhile now."

He felt great finally getting that out.

"I've noticed. Even if you haven't shown up often. You look worse everytime I see you."

Mammon looked up at Diavolo, and then remembered.

"Is there anything you can do about this?" Mammon said, gesturing to his hand and nose.

"How'd you break your hand?"

"I fell."

Mammon could tell that he didn't believe it, but Mammon continued.

"It's been like this for a few days now."

"And it hasn't healed?"

Mammon held out his bandaged hand. Lucky for him, he didn't need to remove the bandage to see that it was broken.

Diavolo seemed to be deep in thought as a concerned look was plastered on his face.

"Yeah follow me."

Diavolo turned around but Mammon didn't feel like following. He was far too tired so he closed his eyes hoping that he'll give himself a few seconds to relax.

There was a thud as though something had hit the floor.

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Mammon woke up confused. He looked around at could make out three people from the corner of his eye. He waited for the ringing in his ears to dissipate.

"Did he pass out before he fell or after?"

"I have no clue. I was turned around, but he said he fell and broke his nose and hand earlier."

"Is he on any drugs?"

"No"

"Has he been drinking?"

"His speech was a little slurred but I thought it was because of his nose. He doesn't seem drunk."

"He was really upset earlier so I don't know if that stressed him out or not. He was also sick."

"Do you know what upset him?"

"He's just been really depressed lately."

Mammon started to laugh. He knew that they were looking at him, so he sat up his vision going black for a split second.

"Why are y'all so worried I was just trying to sleep."

"Mammon no one save for Belphegor falls asleep standing."

"Well I'm tired."

"Mammon, he's a doctor and he's going to help you." Diavolo said.

The man that had been talking to them went up to Mammon.

"I need to check your nose."

"No it's fine."

"Mammon let him help you." Diavolo said

"I don't want help anymore." He snapped.

"Do you know if he normally acts like this?"

"No, he's usually more annoying." Lucifer said.

"STOP IT." Mammon yelled, pushing the doctor off of him. It took him a second for him to realize what he's done.

"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, will you let me help you now?"

"No."

The man sighed, turning to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Is there any way he could relax enough to let me check him?"

"No. Let me go home." Mammon answered.

"Mammon you're not leaving until you do what he says."

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"Okay so this hand has been bothering you?" The man says, pointing at Mammon's broken hand.

"Yeah."

"Okay" the man starts to remove Mammon's bandages

"Do you have to remove the bandages?" Mammon said, trying his hardest not to panic

"Well yes your wounds need to be healed too."

"Wounds?"

"Yeah you're brother said the you had cut your hand on some glass when you fell."

Mammon quickly pulled his hand back.

"I just want you to work on my hand and nothing else. You're not taking off the bandages."

"But Mammon I have to."

"I don't want you too."

Mammon was lucky in that the man could since his panic. He turned to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Do you guys ming leaving the room for a bit?"

Although confused, they did agree and left the room.

the doctor looked at Mammon

"Mammon just remember that no matter what I'm not required to tell anyone you're business."

Mammon sighed pulling his arm back out

The man took off the bandages. Showing the scars covering his arm and hand.

After a few minutes of some sort of magic, he wrapped Mammon's arm and hand in new bandages and put casts on his hand and nose.

"You're injuries should heal by tomorrow, though it may scar."

"It's fine thanks."

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After finally convincing him that he fell because he was tired, Mammon follow the doctor out of the room. Whatever magic the doctor used was helping, he was glad that they were able to force him to get them.

What he wasn't glad about was that Diavolo and Lucifer seem to be discussing him.

"So he can't come back for a bit until he's does this.," Diavolo said, pointing to the paper in his hand. Lucifer seemed to have a copy of the papers.

Rage boiled inside of him. He couldn't believe that Diavolo would tell Lucifer.

Never. He would never tell anyone again. It wasn't worth the help.

"So you have to se-"

Before Diavolo could continue Mammon snatched the paper from his hands and ripped it into pieces.

"Fuck you."

"What's wrong?" Diavolo asked.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I want you to get help."

"You don't give a fuck about how I feel you piece of shit."

Mammon stormed off not listening to the calls for him to return.

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Mammon was sent home which he had no issue with. To his dismay Lucifer followed him home.

But the outburst from earlier seemed to be the last thing on Lucifer's mind.

"Mammon how has your debt doubled in such a short amount of time?"

Mammon has been spending a lot more lately, he assumes at casinos but he honestly can't remember.

"Because I wanted it to."

Lucifer started to talk but Mammon simply laid on the couch and went to sleep. He was too tired to force himself through another scolding, he didn't even have the energy to go to his room.

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Mammon awoke to a bit later, groggy, he pulled the blanket off him then paused.

"When did I grab a blanket?" he thought.

Mammon then remembered the events from earlier. He doesn't know what happened after he left. What if the doctor told them?

"What if he looked through my room?"

Panicked, Mammon ran to his room heading straight to the bathroom. He couldn't find his pills. He tossed things around, desperately looking for them.

"No no no he couldn't have taken them."

Then it finally clicked.

The couch.

Throwing the cushions off he found the pills where he had left him.

Mammon fell to the floor in relief.

"He didn't look." Mammon said with a smile

He was so relieved that he didn't bother to see that the kitchen knife was now gone.

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It's took Mammon a few hours to want to leave his room again. By then it was almost time for dinner.

While Mammon was trying to make his way back to the living room, he heard his brothers talking.

Mammon wanted to hear what they were saying. So he leaned against the wall, out of sight.

"Mammon won't be coming back to school for a while." Lucifer said.

Fuck. Well Mammon wasn't surprised that Lucifer would bring that up.

"Did he get suspended?" Satan asked.

"He's on a leave of absence."

"So he got suspended?"

"No. Lord Diavolo just needs him to do something before he gets back."

"Like stay home? Like a suspension." Satan said. Obviously trying to irritate Lucifer.

"No he needs him to see a therapist."

"Oh is it because he started screaming at Diavolo today." Leviathan said.

"What?" Belphegor said. Trying his hardest to hold in laughter.

"Yeah he was like 'you don't give a fuck about how I feel.'" Leviathan said, mocking

He heard as some of his brothers busted out laughing.

"It's our responsibility to take care of his student council work while he's gone." Lucifer paused "But we really won't be doing much."

His brothers then changed the subject to something about a party Diavolo's hosting that Mammon could vaguely remember. But it didn't matter.

Mammon banged his head against the wall. The soft thuds it made was the only thing keeping him grounded enough to not jump off the roof.

He had lost his appetite and went back to his room. Just then he received a message.

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I'm alive! Just lost all of my writing, and it was a bit annoying having to rewrite all of the newer chapters + all of the other stories I'm planning. Also life hasn't been the best for me.

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Part 1 - Part 2

Contains: Gals being pals, homoerotic speculation, brief mentions of alcohol and kink (conversationally)

SFW - Word Count: ~2.8k

You only had a few days to get used to living with Soap before she was gone again, but now, without her exuberant presence, the apartment feels emptier than it did when it was just you living there. You fall into a familiar pattern, running the occasional errand, but mostly just getting up, getting coffee, going to work and going home. It’s… lonelier than you expected.

You’re not sure when to expect her back. When you’d asked, she’d just laughed. “As long as it takes, kitty. Dinnae worry. I’ll have Katie send ye the rent if I’m no’ back before month end.” She didn’t explain who Katie was, and you were a bit afraid to ask. She’d probably just tell you that it’s a classified matter anyway.

The idea that she could be gone that long, or even longer, makes your stomach clench with worry. Perhaps you’ve only known Jamie for a week or so, really, but she’s already gotten under your skin and made a home for herself. There’s signs of her all over your apartment too— The big green couch, her 3 in 1 soap in the shower (That you’re pretty sure she didn’t use once during the days she’d been there, electing instead to use your products), her winter jacket in the closet, her ‘going out’ boots in the hall. A picture of her and her cousins stuck to the fridge with a Rangers Football Club magnet. It’s the only picture you have of her, and it’s many years old, featuring a gangly, teenaged Jamie that hadn’t filled out into the powerhouse of a woman that you’d met.

You’re wiling away the hours at work, when your favourite barista, Alex, comes in after her shift and chats with you while she browses the romance section. She only ever buys the ones with horny oil paintings on the cover. For the aesthetic, she says, but you're pretty sure she's just a harlequin fan. You can’t blame her. You love a good romance too.

"You ever go to those workshops?" she asks while you’re cashing her out. She gestures at the board behind you. "I've been thinking about going to the ropes one, but haven't worked up the courage to go alone."

"No! I probably should sometime. I think my landlord runs one of them. I'm not sure which though." You slide her books into a paper bag and hand her the receipt.

"Here. I'll give you my number in case you ever want someone to go with. I think it could be fun." She scribbles down her number on the back of her receipt and slides it back across the counter to you with a smile. “I’ve been thinking about—”

The door jangles. “Heya, kitty!” It’s Jamie, grinning ear to ear, a freshly healed scar on her chin and a bandage on her arm, covering half of her SAS tattoo. She sidles past Alex and comes around the counter to hug you tightly. She smells like sweat and gunpowder. She must have come straight to you after getting home. “Missed ya. Been a right slog the last few weeks. Ghost got hisself shot and ugh, he’s all fine out in the field, carryin’ on no problem, but as soon as we’re back at the safe house he’s cryin’ about how much he needs me tae take care of him. Just an absolute wet biscuit of a man.” She glances over at Alex, like she hadn’t even noticed her standing there. “Oh, hello, cutie. Sorry, didnae mean to interrupt.” Her eyes zero in on the reciept with the phone number scrawled across it.

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s fine,” Alex says nervously. “Are you— Um—”

“Alex, this is Jamie. She’s my new roommate. Jamie, Alex. She works at the coffee shop down the way.”

Jamie sticks a hand out, but leaves her other arm wrapped around you. “Nice ta meet you. Been in there a couple times but ye must work the mornin’ shift, aye? I’m always due on base early mornin’.”

“So, you’re, um, military?” Alex asks. She winces slightly when Soap shakes her hand.

“Sure am. Sorry, hen, didnae mean to squeeze so hard. Ye get used to it bein’ a bloody cock measuring contest with the lads on base. Gotta adjust for civvies.” She smiles apologetically. “What were you girlies goin’ on about before I came in? Don’t want to leave your conversation unfinished before I get to monopolizin’ our girl’s time, aye?”

“We were just talking about the workshops. On the board. Alex mentioned that she was thinking about going to the ropes one.”

“Is that the one yer handsome landlord runs?” Soap asked. “And is it like, knots for boats and whatnot, or the fun kind? Wouldnae mind tyin’ ye up, kitty.”

“I’m… Not sure. It’s kind of unclear, but there’s an email listed. I’ll get some clarification.” You give Soap a side-long glance. She looks a bit more excited than you’re sure what to do with. “And besides that, there’s no way I’m letting you tie me up.”

The light in her eyes only gets more intense. “You gonna tie me up, kitty? Have yer way with me?”

Alex clears her throat, looking a bit nervous. “Well, um. I’ll see you around. Text me and let me know about the course. Or if you just want to hang out. I’m free after one like every day.”

“I can also keep you apprised of when we get a truck-load of harlequins in, give you the first go through,” you say. “I’ll see you Wednesday, eh?”

“Yeah. Bright and early.” She smiles at you. “And, um, nice to meet you, Jamie the roommate.”

“See ye around, Alex the coffee girl.” Soap waited for the door to close behind Alex before she spoke again. “Looks like she’s got a little crush on ye, kitty. Didnae know I had so much competition.”

You roll your eyes. “She doesn’t. She’s just being friendly.”

“Oh sure, kitty. Me too.” Soap withdrew a step and leaned against the counter. “Ye want to come out for a pint tonight? It’s a tradition, with me and the lads. We go out, get blootered, captain goes home early, Gaz flirts with someone’s girlfriend, and then we have a scrap outside an’ Ghost breaks it up. Ye can help him, it’ll be good ta have another voice’f reason to balance us out.”

“I think a pint is a far cry from, er, getting blootered,” you say, laughing. “But sure. I don’t start work till eleven tomorrow. I can stand to get a little silly. So long as you’re sure the lads don’t mind. I don’t want to overstep.”

“No’ possible. They like you a lot. Maybe a little too much, if ye ask me. I’m goan to head home and get cleaned up, aye? Do ye mind if I eat the leftovers in the fridge? I’m starvin’.”

“You already ate them, didn’t you?” you ask. There was really no other reason why she would know that there were leftovers to eat.

“Weal. Yes. But yer a kind soul, kitty. I knew ye’d say yes. I’ll buy all yer drinks tonight tae make up for it.”

“Oh fine,” you say. It’s hard to even imagine being mad at her. You suspect that it’s a waste of energy, when she’s just a big puppy dog of a person. Scolding her for anything isn’t likely to change her behaviour, it’s just going to make her feel terrible during the scolding. And you don’t quite have the heart to scold Soap, with her big blue eyes. “I was going to go round to the shops tonight, so maybe you can go tomorrow? I have a list, and I can give you money for it. I just work till five and I won’t have a chance.”

“I can do tha’, kitty. When d’ye get off work today? Three?”

“Five. A couple more hours. Shouldn’t be long.”

“Hours! Aw, c’mon, kitty.” She pouted, as though that were going to get you out of work any faster. “Can’t ye close up early? There’s no one here.”

“Jamie, it’s my job. If I closed up early every time I felt like it I wouldn’t have a job for very long, and then you’d be the one looking for a new roommate.”

Jamie grumbled about how she wouldn’t let that happen, as if she had any control over the state of your finances, but headed home to shower without too much more complaining, although she rather disconcertingly mentioned offhand, as she was heading out the door, that she would go through your closet and find you something cute to wear. You really hoped that didn’t mean pull everything out of your dresser drawers and make a mess.

Things pick up at the shop enough to keep you from dwelling on what Jamie was up to— And she was uncharacteristically quiet on her end as well, only texting you once with a blurry picture of Red Herring scampering down the hallway captioned with CREATURE SIGHTING, and a second one of her and Red cuddled up on the couch, faces smushed together. You take a sneaky picture of a customer with a yellow coat and bright orange boots with Big Bird: Confirmed written across it. You’re careful to leave their face out of frame, but you do feel a bit bad about it, and elect to ‘accidentally’ not ring through one of the books, giving it to them for free instead. The return text makes your transgression against public decency almost worth it.

LMFAOOO<

Finally, it’s time to lock up the store and walk home. It gets dark early now, and the sun is already setting over your street, the shadows growing long, the gold light of dusk painting the edges of the clouds, and the buildings with a little gilt paint. It feels good to know that Jamie’s home. You feel like you can breathe properly again, like you’d been holding your breath for weeks and weeks, not knowing if she was alright. You’d been sleepwalking through your days, and you’re finally awake again, able to appreciate the colour of the sky and the half-familiar and familiar faces you walk by. You know you must be smiling, because you get plenty of smiles in return.

Happiness is an infectious thing.

You check the mailbox for the usual pile of flyers and bills, and sort through them on the way up the stairs. Mostly just junk, and your internet and credit card bills. And an envelope with so many stamps on it that your address is written off to the side in cramped letters. There’s no return address on it.

You unlock the door and drop your bag to the side, in it’s usual spot. Soap’s work boots are neatly placed beside the nearly identical ‘going out’ boots, dusty and worn in from the weeks away. Jamie is sitting at the table, scribbling in a notebook, Red Herring sitting on the table beside her, bapping at the end of her pen every time it approaches his side of the notebook.

"Hm-- Oh! Hi, kitty!" Jamie closes the notebook, tucking her pen inside, and gets up from her seat at the table. Her hair is wet, down around her shoulders to air dry, and she's wearing a tank top and a pair of black boxer shorts with a skull pelvis on them. You suspect that they belong to Ghost. The idea that he wears skulls all the way down to his skivvies makes you like him even more.

Are they dating? You're not sure what the rules are for military relationships, but you suspect that a lieutenant dating a sergeant is not allowed under usual circumstances. Not that you could blame them. Ghost is huge and actually pretty sweet, under the growly voice and mask. He was covered in cat hair by the time he'd gone home, all those weeks ago, because Red liked him so much. And Jamie was a tall, beautiful, muscled-up amazon woman. And they had their whole warriors bond thing going on. It wouldn't be a surprise for them to be interested in each other. The flirting she’s been doing with you is likely no more than just playful fun. You don’t really mind, you just have to keep yourself from reading into it too much.

“Welcome home, by the way,” you say as Soap grabs you into an even tighter hug than before. “I missed you. And I was starting to get worried.”

“You didnae get my letter?” she asked.

“Letter?” you ask. You hold up the envelope with all the stamps. “This?”

“Oh! Guess it didnae make it back before I did. No time to read it right now, kitty. Ye’ve got ta get ready.” She pulls the stack of mail from your hand and tosses it down on the counter before dragging you down the hallway towards your room.

“Do I have time to shower?” you ask mildly.

“Do ye need to?” Soap leans in and sniffs you audibly, trying not to laugh. “Smell fine to me, kitty.”

You giggle and swat her away. “I could smell better. But mostly it’s just so I can wash out the ponytail crease in my hair. It’d take ages to get rid of it otherwise.”

“Bah. Fine. I’ll wait in yer room, I found a few cute outfits for ye.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be a few, if you want to get ready yourself.”

“Psshh, it only takes me a minute. Want ye to help me with my eyeliner too, if you don’t mind. Ye do that little swooptie thing? Whenever I try tha’ I cannae get them even.”

“Of course.”

You shower and towel dry your hair, and wrap your towel around yourself. It's one of those nice extra big ones that actually covers everything. You bought it after making a mad dash across the hall when Fern's boyfriend was staying over, trying not to flash him, and made the decision immediately after to not go through that kind of stress again. He had become a too-regular presence in your home to ignore in the months before Fern moved in with him.

Jamie makes you try on five different outfits before letting you settle on a skirt that hits around the knee and a flowy yellow tank top, and she finally goes to get dressed herself while you dab on makeup and style your hair. After weeks apart, having Soap back is refreshing, even if she does have a low tolerance for personal space. Out in the field, that closeness is probably necessary, it probably keeps her and her teammates alive, but here it only serves to fluster you and set your off balance. Jamie doesn’t seem at all aware what effect she has on you, and her flippant, flirty comments don’t help matters either.

Helping her do her makeup is the trickiest part, really. She’s twitchy and fidgety, and you end up pinning her flat to the flat to your bed, one hand holding her jaw and the other holding your eyeliner pen, a knee on either side of her rib cage. The angle is awkward when you do the other eye, and you have to lean in closer, steadying your wrist against her forehead. You don’t remove your hand from her jaw until you’ve finished either, well aware that she’ll start talking the moment you release her and make it impossible to finish up neatly.

“There!” you say, sitting back to admire your handiwork. She blinks up at you for a long moment, her blue eyes made all the more bright by the contrasting band of black on her upper lid. “Actually—” You twist and grab your makeup bag, and grab her face again, adding a swipe of peachy pink lip-gloss to her mouth.

Uncharacteristically, she just lays there for a moment, still quiet, looking dazed and flushed. For a moment, you feel a rush of… Well, you would hesitate to call it euphoria, but there’s a certain satisfaction in rendering Soap speechless and pink, when she’s an amazon, and you’re just a round little woman who’s idea of a workout is stocking shelves and crating books around.

But then again, you are sitting directly on her diaphragm, and you know you aren’t light. “Oh, goodness, I’m squishing you, aren’t I?” you scramble to get off of her, and offer her a helping hand up. “We should get going.”

“Right. Yeah. O’course, kitty. Let’s go.” She pulls in a deep breath, shaking off the daze, her familiar devastating grin sliding back into place. “Wouldnae want to keep the lads waiting, aye?”

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you think, just maybe, she does want to keep them waiting. You snag a cardigan from your closet and stop to to give Redd Herring a scritch behind the ears before you follow her out into the hallway and lock up the apartment.

She offers you her arm, like she’s some kind of gentleman (which she would not be, even if she was a man), and you take it, looking forward to the night out.

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#cave writing #cod mw #Fem!SoapxfemReader #xReader #Femsoapxreader #mostly just fluff #sorry this took me like a month to do #I was working on like anything else lmao #Jamie Mactavish could get it tbh

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After some thoughts, I'm deciding to post this again....but with very detailed notes about the reader!

Summary: A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom.

Mammon x AFAB! MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content and blood mentions.

ONLY HUMAN

Being stuck as a sheep in the Devildom was hard, but you were beginning to think that being a human in the Devildom was even harder. Since you regained your human form, your body had started to go back to its normal functions, which included your first monthly cycle since being human in the Devildom.

Your sleep was interrupted all night long due to the dull ache of cramps in your lower abdomen…unfortunately you knew that ache well. Your period had started in the middle of the night, and you had completely forgotten to get any sort of products for it. Not that you even knew how to go about asking any of the demon brothers. You reach over to your bedside table to check your phone. Squinting, you could make out that it read 3 a.m. Of course. You sigh, kicking the covers off of yourself and head to the bathroom. As you sit on the toilet contemplating your next move, your phone buzzes. Who would be up at this hour? You thought as you reached for your phone once again. You had a text message from him.

Mammon

“Yo, MC! I can’t sleep. Are you up?”

Your heart begins to beat faster at the thought of the white haired demon texting you this late at night.

“Yes. But I won’t be much fun…I'm not feeling the greatest.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say something sooner?! I’ll be right there!”

You can’t help but giggle as you picture him hopping out of bed and tripping over his own feet as he struggles to put on the closest nearby article of clothing. Because he has nothing on when he sleeps, you thought. You felt your cheeks heating up as you shook your head, this is no time to be fantasizing about the Avatar of Greed.

You quickly stumble out of the bathroom and pull on a pair of shorts as you hear a knock at your door. “MC, I’m comin’ in, okay?” You turned around to meet Mammon’s gaze as he looked you up and down. “W-Wait. Why do you smell like blood? What the hell happened?!” You sighed as you sat down on your bed, Mammon taking the spot next to you. “I’m okay Mams. I uh, just got my period is all…” It seems to take him a few moments to process what you said. “Your period…? Oh wait, I think I remember reading about that somewhere…in one of Satan’s books about humans.” You nodded. “Yeah, my fragile human body is making me feel a bit sick right now.” Mammon hummed as he gently placed his hand on your forehead. “Well you’re feelin’ a little warm, and it’s my job to take care of the fragile human! So tell me what you need and I'll get it for ya!” You giggled at his enthusiasm. “Well for one, I need some supplies…I never got anything while I was a sheep.” Mammon nods and jumps up, I’ll go get ya some right away. Need anything else?” You hummed, bringing your hand to your chin as you thought for a moment. “Painkillers, for sure. And snacks.” The second born nodded. “Sure, you relax and I’ll be right back!” He was about to leave your bedroom when he hesitated. “Wait a minute, let me tuck ya in so I know you’ll stay put!” Your eyes widened in surprise as Mammon made his way back towards your bed. “Go on, lay down!” You giggled and slid back under your covers. Mammon pulled the blankets up around you and gently tucked the sides around your body. “Good. Now stay where you are and I’ll be back with everything you need. I’m gonna hack into Levi’s Akuzon account. That way it gets delivered here ASAP!”

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me! one master to rule them all #attic book club #cass writes

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Chapter 2 - Damned if you do; Damned if you don't

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

The man got some coins out his sack “he’ll take Falcon” Jake said and Bob raised his brows “but she said-“ “we got plenty of good’uns back in California. He just needs to get ya there. Not back” Jake says. Bob nods “I’ll take Falcon” you hum “you sure? Wouldn’t want to get given orders by someone like him.” “someone like me?” Jake asked as he stepped forward and you nodded, also taking a step so your chests were nearly touching. You crossed your arms over your chest “someone like you.” Jake was about to speak when Bob interrupted “this enough?” he held out a few coins and you counted them and nodded “plenty. I'll go get ‘im ready for ya.” You say, taking a step back to go collect the horse, making a pack full of hay and feed to get him across Western America, bringing the horse over to the group of men and stroking his dark mane twice “he’ll do you fine” he nods “many thanks, ma’am” and you exchange the money for his reigns.

Jake eyed you “you’re gonna catch heat stroke with no hat” “I can take care of myself” you say, although squinting at the intensity of the summer sun. jake takes his stetson off his head and places it on yours and coyote raises his brows “you know the hat rule, honey?” he asked and you never look away from Jake “don’t mean nothing if you’ve already done it.” You say. “get out of here, the lot of ya. Before my daddy see’s y’all and hangs ya.” You say before pointing at Bob. “Take good care of my horse” you say and he nods “give ‘im a nice burial when he’s had enough, want you to dig him a grave and let him in gently.” You instruct and he nods “sure thing, darlin” you look at the group once more. “go.” “cant we stay for the night? It’s getting dark.” Rooster asks and you scowl at him. “I told you to get. Now get” and you point West as a way to go, the two stangers thank you and Bradley does the same “good to see you, hon” he says and you smile a small smile. “I like the mustache, Brad.” But jake lingers. “beat it hangman” you say, turning to heard back into the stables to which he follows you. “baby I-“ “no, don’t baby me.” You sniff and he notices you wiping away tears. “I told you to beat it, so go” you say “five years, Jake” you say angrily, “get out of Miramar and don’t let me see ya again” you say, pushing him far enough away to slam the door and forcing him back out onto the street. He shakes his head and joins the others.

He held back further down the road, let the other three ride out in front to be left alone with his thoughts. “wha’ happened?” coyote asked rooster who hummed. “He fell in love and her daddy drew him away, hated the idea of his lil girl hangin’ around wi’ some highwayman – he looked at her like she hung the stars,” rooster looks up at the constellations; the other two remain silent. “then five years ago, her dad cornered him in the saloon, said if he didn’t leave his daughter alone he’d hang him and make her watch. Hell he was willing to be hung if it meant he got some more time with her” he looks back at the other two “but god he wouldn’t let her watch” he sniffed “so he left. I went with him. God damn nearly drank ‘imself to death.” He shook his head “never came back?” bob asked “never, look at ‘im. He cant handle it.” They all looked to the man a couple tens of metres behind who had his head hung low. Why couldn’t he have her?

“Hey kid” you look up and dust off your skirt “hey uncle pete” he smiles at you “you missing a mare?” you shake your head “nuh uh, falcon got sold to some travellers an hour or two ago, paid good money for ‘im too” you tell him, and he raises his brows “travellers?” you hum “travellers” he smirks “well ice thought he saw a gang of highwaymen” he says and you shrug “might’ve been, but they wanted a horse and they paid for a horse so in my eyes they’re customers” you say. “you know Beau wont be happy if Jake’s back in town, sweetheart” he says quieter and your eyes well again. “yeah well, its fine. I told him to beat it. Maybe he wont come back for another five years, maybe he wont come back at all” you reply and turn away. “Just left you his hat to remember him by, huh?” You feel two arms wrap around you in a tight hurt and you turn to sob into his shoulder. “I loved him pete” you say with a gasp and he nods “I know honey, I know you love him still. You’d probably have a few young’uns by now if it wasn’t for your dad” Pete says “he left me Pete, and my dads all alone without me, im all he’s got” you say with a huff. “and when your dads gone?” he asks and you shake your head “don’t say that” pete shrugs “it’s the truth baby” he says, stroking the back of your head “how about you come for dinner with me ‘nd Penny?” he suggests and you nod into his neck.

Back on the road the boys had settled in for the night around fifty miles from Miramar, bellies full and all but one’s hats over their eyes. “Y’got balls, kid” a voice announces and they all jump, hands shooting for their pistols but jake and Bradley relax when they see who it is “lower ‘em, boys” and the other two hesitantly replace their guns into their holsters. “Maverick” Rooster nods “y’know ive had ‘er cryin’ into my shoulder all evenin’?” Jake inhales sharply. He couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat. “Hell you had balls coming to Miramar to get a damned horse while Cyclone’s still in charge. But boy you must be brave to walk up to her goddamn ranch.” He continued “now you were told that if anyone ever saw your ass in these parts you’d be hung and she’d watch” Jake looked up at him. “what? Y’here to take me back so he can finish the job, maverick?” Jake scoffed, expression saddened and almost weak. Coyote and Bob had never seen him like that; so defeated – so glum. “Cyclone’s dying.” And silence ensued. “Coughin’ up blood and got his single, unwed daughter carin’ for him” “she’s a good girl” Jake replied, taking another sip of the whiskey he’d been carelessly nursing in his flask since they'd sat. “she is and she’s hurtin’. Her daddy’s the only thing she’s got” Maverick replied. “and I don’t know what im gonna do with her when he goes because I haven’t seen her in five years. You left and seem’d to take ‘er with ya”

“if you come back to Miramar, her daddy’s gonna hang ya like he promised” jake swallowed “if you don’t then im gonna kill ya myself.” Jake raised his brows. “c’mon back, y’all can stay with me for the night” Maverick says as he turns his horse around “she don’t wanna see me, Mav” jake replied “bullshit. Damn girls in love with ya, what kind of godfather am I if I let her get that way again? I'll be damned if I let you break her twice. C’mon, the lot of ya.” He instructed, and began trotting back down the trail on old Tomcat, god knows how the old horse was still moving Bob silently got onto his horse and eyed the rest of them “y’coming?”

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Party Gone Wrong

Summary: Finally at long last! Long awaited Benny fic i was trying for along time to write! i know has been along while since i have wrote anything new. This fic is about Benny doing something at a party he regrets. Using his musical talent to win back Doc! yes its set in @autumnleaves1991-blog;s channel two universe. whom helped me with this fic. bless you @autumnleaves1991-blog for helping me get back to writing !

Song benny sings is down below the post enjoy!

Warning: 18+ content mentioned. So under aged readers please. I'll block you if you do.

How can anyone be so stupid! That is what you thought laying on your bed weeping over what has just happened. To think Benny would tell the other nurses about how intimate the three of you have gotten. Wish you didn't hear what he said,but sadly you did.

Few nights ago :

After a horrible night at the ER. So many patients. What do you expect during a full moon? Benny moans as he places his clipboard on the admit desk, " Last nutcase heading up to the OR,and I'm so out of here. Soon as my baby girl finished curtain in 3. We are so fucking out of here. Dominic comes bouncing towards the desk, " How about we go out. Ya know to unwind. After a shift we had? We need some food,and kick back a few beers, what yall say?" Benny couldn't say no to that. He goes over to you. Pull the curtain back, seeing you laying on the bed. Looking so exhausted. Couldn't help ,but to kiss you, " Sweetheart? Time to get up now. If you are up to it. Dom ,and the rest of the nurses are goin to Woodies for drinks and pig out. We don't have to go if you dont want to. " Sitting up followed by a soft moan," That sounds great,but I have some charts to take care of. You know, bosses like stuff. Tell you what. You go ahead. I'll meet you there. Promise I won't be long. "

Blue offered to stay with you while the others left. Didn't want to leave you alone with piles of charts to do. There was something she wanted to talk to you about. Plopped on the couch looking up at the ceiling," I'm done with the last chart. How about you? My tummy is rumbling like crazy!" Putting down your readers," Roger that! Could eat anything right now. Let's sneak out before there is another trauma .last thing I need is to stay here! Miss Benny." Blue laughs as she hugs you, " Oh I know you do."

" Oh yeah! She loves to be taken from behind. She moans for hours it seems. Surprisingly the guests in the next room didn't tell the front desk about the noise." Benny grins in his bottle of beer as he tells the story about the time they were at staying at a hotel during an outing last year. Other nurses wanted Benny to tell more. Which he did.

Dominic comes out of the bar to get some air tell he sees you and Blue pulling up. Opening the driver side door practically smiling, " Well, well look who's here miss I love to have two cocks inside her. Never pegged you as a kinky friend. " Slamming the door, " What the fuck did you say? Oh wait who fucking told you about… oh I know who fucking did! What else did he say?!"

Trying to explain to his friend what led to the conversation. Dominic pulls your arm," Don't be hard on the guy. We were chatting about stuff. You know how Benny gets when he drinks too much? Just.."

Didn't hear what your friend said. Marched inside to hear Benny chanting away. Not much of a hello," Oh really now Benny! You have to tell everyone about our sex life!? Not everyone needs to know that! Now if you excuse me! I'm leaving! Have a nice dinner spilling your drunken guts out!"

Benny marched outside to catch up with you. Reaching out for your arm so he could get your attention, " What was that ! Answer me! Dammit ! We were talking about stuff that led to another. I don't see what's wrong?" You know that was a lie! When he gets drunk. He talks too much! Couldn't take it anymore. Go to slap him. Benny's reaction is right on point even if he was drunk," Remember darlin, I have quick reflexes.Sober or not. " That did it! With a swift motion of your leg. You tripped him. Laying on the ground looking all shocked," Doc! Look, I'm sorry! Okay! It slipped out! "

Fuming at that remark. Thinking about how stupid he was! Telling the others such intimate stuff to the others! Knowing that the whole hospital will know about it tomorrow. Not if you have anything to say about that. Marched inside to see the nurses that love to gossip, and the others you trust with your life. Ordered a drink to ease your woes as you spoke," okay! Let's get one thing straight! If any of you gossipy, assed , no fucking good for nothing nurses tell anyone what you heard tonight? I'll make sure you will be doing nothing but doing nothing but triage for the next month! Do I make myself fucking clear?!" Blue and Dominick look at the two nurses in question. Both of them rolled their eyes as they walked away. One of them made a comment, " You're no fun! " Dom and Blue gathered around you so you can calm down.

Meanwhile, Benny gets up to nurse his wounds. All he wanted was to go inside to talk to you till he thinks you need to cool off. So he drives over to see Will. Knew he would help him.

" Are you out of your mind! How could you do that! Never thought about how embarrassed she would be? I'm glad she didn't kick you anywhere else. Like your head! " Benny runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to think about what to say," Will, I know I screwed up big time. Never meant to embarrass her. Regret for drinking too much again! " Sitting next to his brother trying to figure out what to say to help him. Only to say," You can stay here for a few days. So you can figure out what to do. "

Present day: Both of them haven't spoken to each other. Has to do with them having different schedules so they could have some space. By switching with either Dominic or Blue. Coming up to the admit desk to drop off a chart. Blue stands next to you, " Look honey, I know you are still mad. Think it's time to talk to him? He is hurting too ya know. We went over to see him . He is messed up. " Looking at your friend with tears in your eyes, " I miss him too,but it hurts! Wished Santi was here to help. He always knows what to do to help me get over the pain."

Santi moans as he talks to Benny on the phone, " Sometimes you can be such a nincompoop! Okay, here's what I would have done in this situation. Sing to her. Something that both of you did together. " Benny sighs, " Thanks for the idea man. See ya when you get back. " Santi hangs up . Hoping his idea would work.

" I know you are sad sweetheart. Wish I was there . Help to mend that fragile heart. Need to know . Benny would do anything to say he is sorry." Listening to Santi's sweet, deep voice on the phone while sitting in your favorite chair. Sniffled, " Me too. Cant.. ya know stay mad at Benny for too long. It just.. hurts. I haven't seen him since that night. Feel crappy!"

Benny takes a deep breath as he pulls his truck in the driveway. Guitar in hand . Taking a breath, " Okay, time to make things right with Doc. Hope she is home , or I'm singing to no one ,but to a nosey neighbor. " Start to strum the few chords of a certain song they would sing at the top of their lungs.

I'll never hurt you.

Never scared to love, scared to love.

He didn't deserve you

'Cause your precious heart is a precious heart

He didn't know what had and I thank you God oh, oh,oh, oh

And it's gonna take a little time

But you're gonna see that I was born to love you.

Benny waits for the next part . Nothing. Continue to play the song. What he doesn't know you are home listening to him sing. Tears in your eyes while leaning against the window sill," santi, he is singing that song we did at open mike night! What am I gonna do baby!"

" Sing with him! Get out there and sing with him! He needs you!"

Opening the window so you could sit on the sill. Started to sing the chorus. Benny looks up at you smiling through his tears. Looking up strumming again:

What if I fall?

I'll won't let you fall

What if I cry?

I'll never make you cry

And if I get scared?

I'll hold you tighter

When they're tryna get to you,baby ,I'll be the fighter

Benny stops and goes over to the window," Look darlin. I'm sorry for being an idiot. Didn't mean to blurt our sexcapade. Never thought how it would embarrass you. Miss holding you tight. Miss your soft lips. I know you do the same. So. How you come down here so I could hold you close. "

Looking down seeing how disheveled he looks. Baggy pants, tee. Messy long hair. How can he look so hot while looking so sad?Not thinking jumped out of the window. Rushed over to you. Checking to see you hurt your ankle. Benny sweetly kissed your lips while carrying you inside, " I didn't mean for you to do that you know. Guess you weren't thinking. How about I take you upstairs to tend to your ankle? Better yet. Take you to the ER."

After checking your ankle. Seeing it was definitely sprained. Benny stays with you while Blue gets some pain meds. Taking your hand," Now you are officially unable to work . I have volunteered to take care of you. " Tracing patterns on his cheek, " Don't have to baby. I'll be fine, you know. Working on my laptop. Catching up on shit. You need to focus.."

" Focus on others you shithead. I'll take care of her. " Santi leans against the doorway, flowers in hand," neighbors told me what happened when I drove up. Glad you are fine sweetheart. As for you mr. Loud talker? No more telling nurses about our sex lives." Benny nods as he walks away to get your discharged papers. Santi hugs you close," Glad you are okay. Made me think about when you were in the chopper in Columbia. Got so scared. So now tell me why you jumped out of our window?"

Few weeks later

While you were resting in bed. A familiar song filled the air. Made you smile. Benny enters the room, " Thought about you need something nice to wake up to. How's the ankle?" Sitting up," stiff,but I'll be fine baby. See you had a rough shift?" Taking off his scrubs, " Oh, your usual stuff. GSW, DWI'S ,and other shit. Everyone missed you. So do I. The others went to hang out. I declined. Rather stay home with you,and Pope. " Reach out to hug Benny, " Right answer baby. Right answer. "

#triple frontier fanfiction #benny miller and reader #santiago garcia x reader #channel 2 #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund #Spotify

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audaciousacolyte · 6 months

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Hello beautiful! How are ya doin? How was ya day today? I wanted to request for Felix the cat x female reader, Felix as her boyfriend head canons!

Tysm! Have a wonderful day/night and make sure to take care of your healthy!

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♡ Feline Fine ♡

Felix the Cat x Female! Reader boyfriend headcanons

AN: 《|| Hello!! Sorry I haven't posted in a hot minute, I was... well, not really busy, but just being lazy. Anyway, I'll probably posting a lot later. ||》

○ Felix the Cat Boyfriend headcanons ○

(// Crushing \\)

♡| Felix is smitten with you. Full stop.

♡| And by smitten, I MEAN smitten. Red face, stumbling over his words, bouts of clumsiness…the works.

♡| One look from you is more than enough to stop him in his tracks!

♡| You very likely met Felix before he set off with Bendy, Boris, and the cup bros.

♡| And when y'all end up running into each other, he’s pretty much GONE. Whether he realizes it or not, Felix is willing to do pretty much whatever for you.

☆|| (Hahahaha SIMP)

♡| If he gets any indication that you might like him back, he regains a semblance of his confidence and starts (trying) to flirt with you.

♡| Surprisingly suave at times. Though those times are few, his words and actions are loaded with enough romantic intent that it'll leave you blushing for hours!

(// Dating \\)

♡| As a boyfriend, Felix is always quick to help you with whatever you might need help with! Just say the word, Darling, and he'll help!

♡| Adventure dates, advenTURE DATES, ADVENTURE DATES!

♡| If you ever find yourself stuck on what you should wear, Felix could help…in theory. In practice though, he just goes along with whatever you say.

♡| Really, he just wants to hype you up and be a supportive boyfriend. (He's so sweet rah <3<3<3<3)

♡| Insists on having afternoon naps with you. He loves cuddling up with you as y'all doze together, it means a lot to him (:

♡| If he gets tired and/or relaxed enough he'll purr for you, but most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

#felix the cat #Felix the cat x reader #requested #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #Fadora Feline

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yourfifitherealone · 2 years

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I Still Love You, No Matter What

(pic by @lylawyla on insta)

I know I said I would leave her alone, but I just don't know why she would cheat on me! I thought she knew I was the best for her, I made sure that she knew! Who could possibly know her better?! What does she take me for?! I just couldn't leave her, I can't. I mean I did but I've been spying on her everyday (a lot more than I was before) when Ill noticed she was talking to a guy "friend" very often.

She was supposed to be hanging out with that same "friend" today at the friends house. I swear if I see anything sexual I won't be sneaking anymore, I'll just slit the guys throat. When they finally got there my love said she had a gift for them. I considered killing them and maybe just kidnapping my dear. I slowly pulled out my knife and gripped the end tight. I needed to cut something but I couldn't afford to hurt myself right now I need to cuts and bruises on my arms just in case I need to break in.

After a few hours I started getting bored if I didn't hear the conversation through the window I would've fell asleep. Then Y/N pulled out a pink mini bag. Her friend smiled and laughed nervously then he pulled out a pregnancy test. I dropped my knife and my jaw. What the hell just happened? He jumped for joy while hugging her and touching her stomach. I could feel like i wanted to throw up.

I picked up my knife a held it for comfort, my knives never hurt me at least not mentally they always helped me they'll surely help me take care of her "friend". How dare she!? She didn't just forget about me, she's just trying to make me jealous, definitely, totally, 100%. After him fangirling over her and the baby (Which I should be doing) for a another hour she gets ready to leave I'm tired but fueled by rage and maybe a little jealous. She walks down a block before I pull her into the back of a alleyway. She muffled into my hands that were suppressing her yell she tried to hit me but he being in front of me and holding her tightly just the way it should be her attempts were failing.

"Who was that guy you were hanging out with? You gonna introduce me, doll?" I guess she freaked out just a little bit when she heard the nickname she tried to run and kick. I was already tired and upset I felt like throwing her into the back of a truck. I pushed her against the wall "Look. You're going to leave them or keep hanging out with them and sleeping with them and I kill them and get someone to kill them for me." (I smiled just thinking of the idea she tried backing up but unfortunately for her, she can't go through walls.)

"I'm not sleeping with them even if I was it's none of your business." (She was always stubborn...) "Well I used to be your boyfriend so it is." "Yeah keyword, USED to. You're my ex now." She said more quiet she could barley hold eye contact with me. "You can barely even look at me. You're guilt of something, aren't ya?" "No-get away from me fucking prick!" She pushed me off her and jogged off. (She can get away for now...I'll get her next time, and I'll make SURE that baby is mine.) It comforted my mind that running back to her was now not a moment of weakness (I can say that I only care for the baby but for how long can I keep up that lie for?)

After a few days I watched her and made sure she went home safely. It was late and dark (I don't need a plastic test to tell me it's mine I don't care. I cancjust hope the baby's different colored hair does make me kill them both! it's gonna be just like me murder, handsome lil baby boy and green hair it's gonna be great!) After imagining my life with my baby and my baby I started trying to sneak in through the window it was locked usually shed leave it cracked to "let air in" is what excuse she'd give me when we were together. When I finally picked the lock I saw my darling, laying on the bed sleeping with her hand over her waist hanging of the bed.

The light was dimmed and blown out candles on the nightstand. Next to the nightstand was a trash bin with 3 positive pregnancy test. My heart felt like it was about to burst (she's so cute). I took a few pictures of my darling closed and locked the window and got back into bed with my love. I held her hand and fell asleep comfortably despite her hair being so close to my face. She'd usually were her bonnet but she's forgetful and now pregnant I'll cut her some slack.

(In the morning I'll buy some stuff for her and the baby as a little...baby shower gift).

#yandere #villain deku #Yandere Izuku #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #mha #my hero academia #yandere deku

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decadentpandawasteland · 5 months

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Hello friends, today is Day 5 of my writing exercise. I was going to link yesterday's and today's, but honestly, finishing that section was really difficult for me. I plan on eventually publishing it, but it's going to take time. Instead, I wrote something on revenge. The plan was to go more fantasy with it as I've been playing a lot of Baldur's Gate 3 (around 160 hours. No, I don't have a problem) Anyway, I hope you enjoy! As always, I greatly appreciate any kind of feedback and support.

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Prompt: Revenge is all I haven't lost.

“Damien, you need to calm down,” Rost said, running his hands through his long hair.

“Why? Why should I calm down when they're out there, living a happy life?” Damien fired back, mania was seeping into his voice. “They've taken everything else, why not take my fucking calm too?”

“Boy, it isn't about that,” Rost started, but Damien cut him off.

“They took everything Rost. They took my mother, my father, they even took my eye.” Damien said, pointing at his closed and scarred right eye. “Why do they get to take whatever they want?”

Rost almost slapped the man. “They can take what they want when they have the backin’ of a fuckin’ dragon. Have you lost yer mind? You know just as well as I that there's no stoppin’ a dragon when it eyes a treasure. It'll take ev'ything you have, just because you have it.”

A glint passed through Damien's eye. It was the thought of a mad man escaping a deserted island, a junky creating a plan for one more hit. All he needed was a little time.

Rost had know Damien for only a few months, but that was a look he'd seen on many men trying to get even with The Brood. “What’ver you're thinkin’ ain't going to work boy!” He said, trying to plea with the single strand of sanity that was still holding Damien together.

That strand broke.

“It'll want it. If all I have left is revenge, it'll want it,” Damien whispered. A madman’s smile threatened to rip his face in two.

“What're you blatherin’ about boy?” Rost asked, too afraid of what the answer will be. “Be careful of what comes out of yer mouth. Brood has eyes and ears all ‘round.” Rost was right, of course. The ale house the two men sat at was mostly empty, save for the bard tuning his instrument in one corner, having a jovial chat with a less than enthused barmaid.

Paranoia had kept Rost safe over the years, so when the kitchen door had seemed to have stopped part way open when Damien spoke, it was noticed. He had even caught the barmaid throwing glances towards the pair. Better safe than sorry.

Rost held up a hand to silence the newly minted madman Damien was becoming and waved down the barmaid. With a gracious look, she left the bard and came to greet the two men.

“Oy, lass. My par'ner here has never had yer pum’kin ale. Mind grabbin’ us two?” Rost asked in a cheery tone. “Maybe e’en a shank or two if you got ‘em.”

The barmaid looked annoyed, but Rost showing a silver coin immediately shut down any rude comments she was about to make, adopting a more friendly tone, “Right away, sir.”

“We'll eat n’ leave so the eyes of The Brood don't think anythin’ of us. Don't care if you ain't got no appetite. Sho'el it in or I'll do it fer ya.” Rost whispered to him. Damien's eye was beginning to get wide with manic energy, but the ale helped bring him down to an even keel. The two men ate and drank, eventually settling into an awkward, but normal conversation. Rost made sure the barmaid was well tipped to forget any conversation she had previously heard, which she graciously obliged.

(This is a WIP)

#fantasy #my writing #writeblr #30 day challenge #writers on tumblr #fantasy writing

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tacticalvalor · 7 months

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«────── « HEADCANON » ──────»

TAGGED BY: @moonspower TAGGING: @vendettavalor , @mayxthexforce , @ppravitas , @unrclypirxte , @thephoenixnomore , and anybody else who wants to do this! Feel free to tag me if ya do <3

MUSE PLAYLIST || MICHAEL DE SANTA

► MAIN: Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

↳ I can't stand this indecision; married with a lack of vision. Everybody wants to rule the—Say that you'll never, never, never need it. One headline, why believe it? Everybody wants to rule the world. All for freedom and for pleasure; nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world.

► SILLY: Too Much Time on My Hands - Styx

↳ Now, I'm a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world's problems without even trying. I got dozens of friends, and the fun never ends… That is, as long as I'm buying. Is it any wonder I'm not the president? Is it any wonder I'm null and void? Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands?

► DETERMINATION: Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen

↳ In the day, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream. At night, we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines. Sprung from cages out on Highway 9 […] We gotta get out while we're young. 'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.

► BATTLE: Apocalypticism - Moon Walker

↳ He woke up in a cardboard box and put a bullet in a sawed off shotgun. He took his orders from a man who hid his cards behind a microphone. He came baring the heart of a liar; Wearing the face of an honest man

► SAD: I Don't Care Anymore - Phil Collins

↳ And it seems to me there's a means to an end. They don't care anymore. And as for me, I can sit here and bide my time. I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind; I don't care anymore. I don't care no more.

► RELAXED: Magic - Pilot

↳ Never been awake. Never seen a day break. Leaning on my pillow in the morning. Lazy day in bed; Music in my head. Crazy music playing in the morning light.

► CONTEMPLATIVE: Fire and Rain - James Taylor

↳ Been walking my mind to an easy time, my back turned towards the sun. Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around. Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come. Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

► HAPPY: Mesmerised - Scenic

↳ It's only a matter of time before it takes hold, and starts to open up your mind. Finally, I feel that maybe it's more than a dream. I'm starting to see, that I've got the vision in me.

► HARD WORK MONTAGE: Glory Days - Bruce Springsteen

↳ We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but all he kept talking about was: Glory days, well they'll pass you by. Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye. Glory days, glory days (alright).

► LOVE THEME: Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

↳ I walked the world for you, babe. A thousand miles with you. I dried your tears of pain, babe; A million times for you. I'd sell my soul for you, babe. For money to burn for you. I'd give you all and have none, babe. Just to, just to, just to, a-just to, to have you here by me. Because—In the midnight hour, she cried, “More, more, more”! With a rebel yell, she cried, “More, more, more,” wow!

► BREAKUP / HEARTBREAK: White Room - Cream

↳ Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment. I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines. Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

► FAILURE / DEFEAT: Take Me Home - Phil Collins

↳ Seems so long I've been waiting, still don't know what for. There's no point in escaping, I don't worry anymore. I can't come out to find you, I don't like to go outside. They can turn off my feelings like they're turning off the light. But, I… I don't mind […] 'Cause I've been a prisoner all my life.

► FINAL BATTLE: The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana (Cover)

↳ He said I was his friend, which came as a surprise. I spoke into his eyes: I thought you died alone, a long long time ago. Oh no, not me. We never lost control. You're face to face with the man who sold the world.

#(headcanon)#(m: michael de santa)#(long post)#moonspower #( real talk rebel yell being his love song bc it's like. that's him and amanda hardcore. that WAS the song he'd play for her back then )

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savofid · 5 months

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So, just watched Dream's "The Truth" video and it got me thinking about my story with false allegations. I guess that's what a trigger is, huh? That it triggered me, but in a neutral way? Maybe leaning towards good? I dunno. I'm stoned and wanna vent. So, I guess warnings for some pretty intense shit like sa, a mention of miscarriage, some talk about psychiatric care, a mention of r*pe, and some emotional trauma? It's not gonna be a good time, but I'll feel better when I finish.

So, my older sister is complicated, in the way that realizing everything is made of math is complicated. It's a lot of jargon. She has a mutation of the MTHFR gene (?) that inhibits her body's ability to uptake and process Vitamin B12. As a result, she has a deficiency of Vitamin B12, and that can lead to a number of complications in one's life. She has a hard time bringing a child to term, having had multiple miscarriages before she was properly medicated and now has three daughters. It interferes with the body's ability to properly send certain chemical signals in the brain, leading to a number of psychiatric issues, often presenting as schizoeffective disorder. Her heart, at any time for no reason at all, can just sorta... Stop.

I could be mad at her for the things that she's done to people, but I can't. It's not even because she's my sister. I hate two of my sisters because they're horrible people, and I've never even met my oldest sister and don't plan to. Family don't mean shit to me. No, I can't hate her because it's not her fault. No one knew what was going on inside her body and she had to spend 3 years in an institution because of it. I can't imagine going through that.

However, using that as an excuse for her actions wouldn't be right. She still did them. She wasn't possessed by some demon. There was some part of her that wanted to do it. I know because I have anxiety and am a recovering alcoholic, both of which cause a ton of intrusive thoughts about things that part of me wants but the rest knows I shouldn't do, even if that part is extremely small and incredibly wrong, like hearing myself tell me to punch some guy in the face cause he "looked at me funny." He was facing the sun and squinting. What I'm saying is that there was SOME malice to her actions, some reason her delusions manifested as they did. It'll make more sense later.

During the summers, my birth mother had visitation rights for the entire summer, so we'd stay with her for three months. When I was 12, we were there and, one night, I heard my dad walk in. It's the middle of the summer and he's supposed to be across the state, back at our house. He and my older sister leave, and my birth mother won't talk about what's going on, and everything is incredibly confusing. I found out a few days later what happened.

My dad had gotten a phone call from the local police department asking for my older sister to appear before the police to give a witness statement. He asked why, and they said that she had accused his friend of having raped her.

My dad's friend, Ron, was a school bus driver, and had been arrested by the local police following the allegation that my older sister made that morning while at my birth mother's house. He had to sell his car to afford a decent lawyer, spent the night in jail, lost his job especially since my sister was a minor and he drives, ya know, a school bus. He almost had a divorce from his wife of 45 years. His grandson was my best friend.

On the drive across the state, my dad only said one thing to her: "When we get there, just tell them the truth." Mind you, my older sister is my dad's favorite. I didn't even know she was the favorite until 13 years after he died. He believed her. He didn't ask her any questions because he didn't want to influence her story in any way, make sure that it's as truthful and accurate as possible.

They finally get there, it's around midnight. My dad just drove six hours at the drop of a hat for his daughter. They take her to be interviewed, and she instantly admits that she lied. Her reason? She didn't feel like she was getting enough attention from my birth mother and didn't think it would get that bad. She stayed with my dad for the rest of the summer.

A year later, I'm at home, just having a regular day, and there's a knock at the door. My dad answers and it's... CYS? They say that my older sister, in a recent discussion with her caseworker, claimed that I was molesting her. They're here for an investigation into the allegations. First, they interview my older sister. I have to sit across the house and wait for it to be over. About an hour later, they have me come in to talk to them.

At this point, it's pretty late. My little sister is ready for bed and is going up the stairs to her bedroom, and we happen to be sitting on those stairs. Instead of going to bed, she sits down and does what she does best: make herself the center of attention. I'm telling this guy my side of the story, and she's there, making a cat dance in front of me. The investigator admitted to having ADHD ("Adult ADD" as he said it, so I assume, in today's terms, that would be ADHD diagnosed in adulthood), and was having a difficult time focusing on what I have to say. Meanwhile, the time he spent with my older sister was uninterrupted and quiet.

Following their investigation, I was given a choice: I could either stay with a friend that didn't have any sisters, or I could live in the local group home. I knew some of the kids at the group home and knew that I did not want to be there, so I picked the one friend I had that I knew didn't have any sisters, my best friend at the time. He's an only child and his parents adore me and treat me like their own kid already. And, of course, they let me stay as long as I needed to. "It'll only be a few weeks, " says CYS.

I'm there for 6 months. Meanwhile, we're still going to school together. She was in a different building than me, so, by the time I heard that she was telling people about it, it had gone from "inappropriate touching" to that I had raped her. My reputation was shot. Everyone fucking hated me. I was already getting bullied before, so imagine how it went when rumors like that started spreading. I'd be bullied to the point of tears and even the teachers heard the rumors, so they didn't do anything about it. It took me two years to undo the damage she did because, in the court of public opinion, an accusation is worse than any verdict.

Speaking of verdicts, you can imagine there were many riveting court sessions during the 6 months I was pulled from my home. Usually one every couple of weeks cause I'm literally on trial for molestation as a fucking 13 year old who has no idea what's going on and I literally just now realized, 19 years later, that that's what that was. Holy fucking shit. What. I feel like I'm short circuiting and now I feel really fucking bad. Why do I feel bad? Oh, cause I was so used to "going to court" being for like family shit that it never occurred to me that it could be for anything else. I... Don't know what to do with this information?

Okay, maybe it wasn't a possibly somewhat good trigger. I guess I did say that it's not gonna feel good, and the only person who's gonna read this is me, so I was warning myself. And potentially you, ever mysterious reader who has no reason to be here, if you even exist at all? Anyways, I'm gonna fight through the melting brain and try to get to my point here.

After those 6 months and the now realization of having been on trial, it was determined that my sister has schizoeffective disorder, resulting in delusions brought on by an inability to determine the difference between reality and fantasy at times. The doctors postulated that she likely dreamed that it happened and believed it to be real.

Now, the only people who didn't believe my sister were the ones who knew both her and me. Even my birth mother saw the holes in her story and, during the trial, said, "Well, I don't think she's telling the truth. She's twice his size and she knows it. Any time he's done something she doesn't like, she hits him or throws him. If he really did try that and she didn't want it to happen, it wouldn't've happened. She would've left him so busted up that I probably would've needed to take him to the hospital. She would've broken him in half."

My dad said a lot of the same thing, even commenting, "I think I only recall one instance in which his hand touched her chest. They were wrestling on his bed, and she jumped up from the floor. He put his hand out to try to stop her from crashing into him, and it landed right... Ya know, *there.* He immediately pulled his hand away, but she punched him in the face, threw him on the floor, and managed to kick him a few times in the back before I could pull her off of him. She didn't care that it was an accident. She would've killed him if he did it on purpose."

I don't mean this as a way to say that my older sister beat me or whatever. I left her with just as many bruises as she left me. We were kids. We fought. We played rough. We used to throw those unopened and resinous pinecones at each other for fun, like they were dodgeballs or grenades. We just beat the shit out of each other all the time, and it was always 2v1, my little sister and older sister vs me (the three kids my birth parents had together, me having a total of 8 siblings including prior marriages and one affair). At 12 years old, I was 4'8" tall and 60 lbs. I was tiny. She, at 14, was 5'5" and 120 lbs. Twice my weight, 9" taller, and a lot stronger than she looks. She used to throw me by one arm and one leg for fun. I was the one that asked her to do throw me.

Now, you'd think it ends there. She went to a mental hospital, I went home, and then successfully quashed all the rumors overnight when it was determined that I was innocent. Life ain't movies.

During my time with my best friend, he slowly revealed that he was attracted to me. I was not attracted to him for a multitude of reasons, not just cause he's a dude. I mean, I like some guys, just didn't know that yet. Anyways, he started doing some stuff like trying to get me to touch his genitals or just outright grabbing mine, or walking in on me while I'm in the shower... Multiple times per shower. And a lot of other things that I just don't wanna talk about right now even though I probably already have. I, me, the reader and writer, know what they are, so I don't really need to?

Whatever.

The dude was sexually assaulting me on a regular basis and then threatening to get me kicked out of his house if I tell anyone about it, or that he'll claim that I admitted to him that I did it, or whatever heinous thing he can think of. I had to share a bed with him for half of the time I stayed there.

On top of that, I've got people basically ready to execute me at school. The game of broken telephone turns "inappropriate touching" into "rape," and the only thing that keeps them from actually trying to kill me is the fistfight I get into with the guy I'm living with. People still talked and still treated me like shit, but it just became a game of trying to figure out how far is too far. They had full rein to try, too, cause, like I said, the teachers had heard the rumors, too, and some believed it.

I had to go to therapy every Wednesday at 1 PM. The therapist I had... Wasn't very good, to put it lightly. You know, the common thing in therapy, often regardless of your methodology, is to let the patient lead the session, right? You merely give them the push to get started, and then it's merely a dialogue that the patient is leading. What would happen with this guy is that I would sit down, there'd be a little bit of small talk, and then he'd ask, "So, tell me about an interesting dream you had this past week."

He was obsessed with my dreams. I dream in super high detail and can remember them very vividly, which he found fascinating, I guess. He said he found my dreams fascinating, but was never really clear about what aspect he seemed to enjoy, so I'm just assuming it was the vividness. Next, he would then try to analyze that dream, and was incredibly Freudian about it. I mean both literally and figuratively.

On one hand, it's that symbols and signs in dreams have objective, universal meanings completely devoid of one's specific culture, beliefs, or upbringing. Red means danger. Ignore the fact that they associate it with good luck in China.

On the other hand, he manages to project his own feelings onto someone else's situation by not only telling me that a dream about my little sister being scared of a snake, so I took a shovel and killed it, that that dream means I want to sleep with my little sister. Not only that, but he also then tries to tell me that it's okay to have thoughts like that.

No. No it is not okay to have thoughts like that. It's also especially not okay to tell children that it is okay to have thoughts like that. What the actual FUCK is wrong with you? "Well, the snake represents the phallus." No, the snake is a representation of general bad stuff due to the fact that my dad just finished writing a book with heavy Christian tones and it's about to get published, so I'm afraid that it being successful can cause problems within the family. "No, no. I'm the professional here. I know what I'm talking about, and it's okay to have those thoughts." No. It. Is. Not.

So, we've got the sexual abuse by my only remaining friend, becoming a pariah, having an absolute creep as a therapist... What else? Oh, right. The complete and crippling anxiety I feel that, at any time, someone can just ruin my life with a few simple words. The first three were temporary, but that one is permanent. Now, I know that most people don't do things like this on a regular basis. Most people's brains operate the way we think they're supposed to. Most people don't have a super particular condition only detectible with a genetic test specifically for that one thing, or a general malice for anyone they can victimize, or are incapable of remorse. Most people are just people, and the vast majority of people don't know I exist. However, there's still that constant hum of "But it could happen again. Can I deal with it again?"

This one's gonna sound, I dunno, like a pittance compared to that, but I'm genuinely still mad about it. I raised fish for 5 years. I had a 50 gallon, a 30 gallon, a 22 gallon, two 20 gallons, and two 10 gallon fish tanks. I did all the work to maintain them myself, only getting help from my dad in starting the siphon for the monthly water changes. I developed my own breed of Corydoras catfish at 11. I fucking loved my fish, and the collective weight of all those tanks literally cracked the foundation of the house. For five years, I took care of them, learned a ton, did all my research into aquascaping and what species prefer what qualities of water and temperature ranges and where in the water column they like to hang out and their temperament and any detail I could find about each species before I added it to a tank. I was obsessed and this might be one of those "*ding!* You're probably autistic" moments but I'd prefer a formal diagnosis before I'd feel comfortable saying that I am.

So, I was gone for 6 months. All the work I was doing with those fish was mine alone. I was the only person in the house who knew how to do it in the first place. Can you guess the state of 162 gallons of water and it's respective fish? If you said "green and dead," you'd be mostly correct! While I was away, my older sister decided to make... An addition to my 50 gallon tank. The local pet shop, where I got all of my fish and was a known regular, had had this pair of angelfish longer than I had lived there. They lived alone in the same tank right by the door. She convinced my dad to buy them.

Had I been present for that conversation, we never would've gotten them, because I had already done my research. The fish we typically think of when we hear angelfish is a variety of Cichlid, like Oscars and Tilapia. A thing about Cichlids is that many of them are incredibly aggressive to fish they don't recognize. As a result, unless they were raised in that tank alongside other fish, they only see their tank mates as competition or prey.

All this to say that I came home to a bunch of algae ridden tanks, disgusting filters, rotting plants, and two very fat angelfish. My bumblebee gobies are gone. My iridescent sharks are okay but the smaller one is gone. My Corydoras are gone. My various tetras and mollies, gone. My gouramis are gone. The few fish left are the aforementioned iridescent sharks that were big enough to pose a threat and my plecos. I wanted to kill those angelfish, but decided that we should just return them to the store cause they're not acting out of hate or anger. They're animals and acting on instincts. They can't control that. They're innocent.

The one thing I lost and can never regain is her as a sister. I don't hate her. I know she has her issues and, yeah, maybe she wanted to hurt me, but plenty of people wanna hurt me. Most people don't. I'm not gonna try to claim I know why she wanted to do that as much as I can about anyone else that has hurt me. Maybe she really did dream that it happened. I wanna hate her, but can't bring myself to do it, no matter how much I suffered as a result. However, I can't, in sound mind and good conscious, maintain contact with her. In the event that she tries to say anything like that ever again, I don't know if I could deal with it. I'd probably completely shatter and... I don't really wanna think about that. For the sake of my own sanity and the tiniest sliver of peace of mind, I just don't interact with her at all. I've seen her once in 17 years, and that was at another sister's wedding... Where she was sent to stay in a hotel after a day and a half due to her not even acknowledging the fact that her children were causing issues and stressing that sister out. Talked to her all of five minutes.

This is by no means me saying to not tell someone if something happens to you. Please do! Don't be like me and mentally fucked for life due to shit that happened to me at the hands of someone else. It's not your fault, don't believe them. However, the people who use an accusation as a weapon do a lot more damage than they think, even if the intent is to deal as much damage as possible to that person. You're not only hurting them, you're hurting the credibility of everyone who actually is a victim of molestation, sexual assault, sexual harassment, and rape. Five different people, two were blood relatives, two were people close to me, and one was just a guy in high school that spent weeks trying to pressure me into letting him suck my dick, even trying to force me to do it in exchange for giving me a ride to work after the SATs. Fuck you, Chris. No means no. Back on track, three were women, two were men. I'm not gonna say that my experience can be extrapolated out to the public at large, mostly cause I don't want to think that the average victim has gone through as much or more than I have because that just makes me wanna cry that so people can be so terrible to others. It's been a while since I had a good cry, though. What I am gonna say is that it's already so hard to be heard when you just want someone to believe you in what is likely the worst time of your life, and making everyone look like a cry for attention just makes it worse. My mom doesn't believe that my 3rd ex raped me. She says she doesn't even know who that is, and that's my mom. She's supposed to be in MY corner and couldn't care less. My roommate cared when I told him, though. One of three hugs he's ever initiated with me in the 11 years I've known him. I'm so thankful to have him. I'm probably gonna marry him someday, even if it's just for tax purposes... He'll still be my husband and you better believe I'm calling him that. Love that man to death.

When people say, "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best," they haven't met me. He has learned more about emotions from me than he has from everyone else in his entire life combined. That's his own words. He's seen me at a variety of different edges, the highest highs, the lowest lows, bursting at the seams and completely devoid of anything. He's literally the reason I didn't off myself on two separate occasions, because I don't wanna leave him alone in this world. While he says he just wants to live away from everyone else, it's followed up with, "Except you. You can be there, too." He's been in more of my dreams than both my parents combined, and we've never stood in opposition to one another in any of them. We're always fighting together. We're just a pair of rocks.

I knew I'd feel better at the end. I fucking love my roommate. I might ask him for a hug when he wakes up.

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Could u do Mikey/Smiley x bimbo/himbo reader, please.

(Preferably himbo)

cw: just fluff. cute shit. like a hint of angst on mikey's part, and mentions of getting rejected. i did gn!reader, hope that's good with you <3 and i also did both nahoya and mikey because i got ideas and this was fun to do hehe.

ぞ | NAHOYA sits on his bike with his back to the handlebars, giving you his signature, gleeful grin as he eyes the drink you're cradling in your hands. "let me have a taste." he quips, snickering when your brows knit together and you pull the cup a little closer to your chest, lips twisting with indignance around the straw.

"c'mon, i'm getting thirsty. don't want me to start a fight while i'm thirsty, do ya?" your frown deepens — because yeah, that's true, isn't it — if your 'hoya is going to show you his best today, he's gotta be in top form, he was so sweet about bringing you here to watch him throw down the assholes that messed with you a few days ago, too.

the sunlight traversing through the sakura leaves above your heads falls into your eyes as you tilt your head a little, contemplating what to do. he places a suggestive hand on your leg, leaning closer and widening his smile when you shift your gaze back to him.

"fine," you say, holding the cup over to him. "only one sip, okay?" he grabs it from you immediately, assuring you that of course, he's going to take only one sip! before he takes the straw between his lips and sucks an entire mouthful of it down his throat in one go.

"hey!" you smack his arm and wrestle the cup out of his hand, face heating up as you take it away and stare in dismay at how it's now more than half empty. "i said one sip!" he slaps his own thigh, laughing at your expense as he wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand. "i did take one sip!"

"nahoya! you know how bad i wanted to have this for myself! i didn't even get to drink half!" your bottom lip juts out, voice going higher as you kick one foot out — it lands against his shin and it was a sharp fucking kick, but nahoya is too busy laughing at you to care. "you're too cute, so hot when you're mad at me." he reaches out to pull your cheek.

"whatever." you mutter, pretending to be more annoyed than you actually were, looking away from him and taking a half hearted sip of what was left of your drink. "aw, come on! i'm the one that bought you that, ya know." all he wants to do is rile you up, because he adores you that way, face flushed and hands fisted as you give him a piece of your mind — he just loves kissing all the anger out of you right when you're ready to throw hands. before you can retort, though, the noise of motorcycle engines arrive in the distance.

the park's been devoid of activity so far, empty due to how hot the afternoon sun was as it shone onto the sandy ground — it seems his opponents are finally here. the smile he's wearing doesn't stop stretching across his face, but now he's even more pissed at them than he was before. "they really had to show up now, huh?" hopping off the bike, he gives your knee a squeeze and lands a kiss on your cheek. "i'll get you another, right after i beat the shit out of these guys, m'kay? and if ya cheer for me, i might even give you a few kisses. those pretty lips are looking damn lonely."

your pout fades away as he turns around and faces the group of teens that's gathering at the gate, heart squeezing a little at his corny remarks and at the sight of his confidence, when he cracks his knuckles and starts walking towards them. "are you fuckers ready to face the consequences of messing with my bitch?"

ぞ | MIKEY has been hanging out at the arcade for about an hour now, doing nothing but walking around and chewing on the popcorn he'd bought himself when he came in, trying to make the bag last as long as possible. he gives you a glance every now and then, as you sit at the bench near the entrance, blankly staring at your feet and blinking harshly once in a while.

he's pretty sure you've been sitting there since he came in, and curiousity's finally getting the better of him. he walks by, one hand in his pocket, the other carelessly holding his popcorn, and calls out. "hey, you good?" your head jerks up, and he notices that your eyes are puffy, tinted red, as your gazes meet.

for a moment, you just stare at him, as if shocked to see someone in here other than yourself — as if you'd thought you were in your own little bubble with nobody around to witness you. "uhm." you mumble, eyes snapping away. "yeah, i guess." mikey raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. he catches the way you're holding a crumpled piece of paper in your fist, and flops beside you onto the bench. "nah, you gotta tell me."

you rub at one eye with a closed fist, watching him closely. "what's it to you?" your voice is weak, but the challenge is still there. mikey shrugs, wondering why he's interested at all — maybe because he's here to relive memories, and hence, is feeling sympathetic. "just curious."

it's answer enough to you, it seems, since you show him the paper in your hands. "i've been in love with one boy for the longest time." you tell him about how you confessed to your long loved crush with a letter, and explain to him the disaster than came with it. the neon blues and pinks within the arcade light up the curves and lines of your face and hands as you turn to him, waving your hands around as you pour your heart out to him —

"he wrote me a letter back, only to reject me! i put in so much effort to the letter, planning everything i wanted to say and - and he tore it up and threw it in the trash, right while i was there!" you show him the paper in your hands, a big fat FUCK YOU being the only thing written on it. "damn." mikey comments. "that's one shit guy. i wouldn't care a lick 'bout him if i were you."

you give him an offended look, scowling over at him and snatching the rejection letter away from him. "you wouldn't understand." mikey shrugs, stretching out his legs and eyeing the lights overhead, thinking more about how you're kind of really cute. "yeah, i don't understand shit when it's useless. but i think you deserve better than a guy with such awful handwriting, at least." you cross one leg over the other, turning your face away from him to express your distaste. "bet your handwriting's worse, punk boy."

a moment of silence hangs in the air between you two, before mikey clears his throat. "wanna go have some icecream?" he glances at you out of the corners of his eyes, to see you fidget a little. when you open your mouth, your tone is embarrassed. "i ran out of money trying to win myself a plushie. i'll call someone to come pick me up in a bit . . . but i've got nothing." he laughs — you're definitely really cute — and gets up, shoving his hand into his pocket and leaving his popcorn forgotten at the edge of the bench.

"i'll buy you something, then. i'll get you a plushie, too." he watches the way your eyes brighten up, and adds as an afterthought. "and if ya want, i'll drop you home. i've got a motorcycle." you get up, stuffing the letter into the side pocket of your bag. your smile is sweet as it meets him, and he thinks, yeah, you deserve way better than whoever the douche that broke your heart is. "thanks, punk boy." you say, and he grins at you. "no problem, cutie."

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