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stansethandpaul · 3 years

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I'm Better For You

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Paul Lahote x fem!reader A casual conversation turns into a heated argument, will they be able to mend it or will they let it get the better of them?

TW: Arguing, slut-shaming, the casual jealous argument

This is written for @therandomficwriter and I cannot emphasize this enough but please check out her work, she is honestly a very talented writer and she does not get the recognition she deserves!!

Y/N's POV: A breezy fall night complimented the hot apple cider in my hands, the motion of the wind whipping past me every now and then. Awaiting the pack's return from patrol, I found myself lost in the ambiance of the forest not noticing the figure behind me.

A shrill shriek left my mouth, surprised by the sudden hands on my shoulder.

"Paul Lahote that is not funny, you would've owed Emily a new cup and a new shirt for yours truly." Grumbling as I readjusted myself, wrapping my cardigan around to shield myself from the cold.

"You should've seen your face," Paul choked out as he doubled over before continuing, "You looked exactly like the scream painting." Tears spilling from his eyes as he clutched his stomach.

"Shut it Lahote, one more word and I'll make sure your eyebrows are shaved in the morning," I muttered before going back in for another sip.

Trying to shift the topic, I asked him a stupid question. Well, it didn't seem terrible at the time but...it was really a stupid question.

"Sooooo.. how's that girl that you like? What was her name again? Rachael?" I questioned, my eyes looking straight ahead at the moving trees, ignoring the twinge in my heart and tears slowly coming up.

"I've moved on, she wasn't right for me. I've found someone new anyways, I think her name was...Michelle?" He hesitated, looking to my face before continuing, "How about you? What's your love life been like loser?"

"First of all Lahote, watch your mouth before something worse happens," biting back at his sly remark before proceeding, "I don't know...I mean I used to really like Jacob but with him being so obsessed with Bella...I just don't know anymore, I guess to some extent I still like him. I think I like this other guy too, I just don't know though, he might only see me as a friend, it's difficult to assume my relationship with him." I sighed out before taking another sip out of my cider.

"Is it someone from the pack?" Paul asked, turning his body to me. I scoffed before simply turning away, looking at the road now.

"So it is huh?" His voice raising a bit. "Are you just going to ignore me like that? Are you just a guy hopper now? Now that you can't get Jacob are you just going for anyone now?" Practically yelling now, Paul stood up and pulling my shoulder so I would be facing him.

"LAHOTE WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?!" I screamed back before standing up. Confused by his sudden mood swing, one moment he was joking around, and the next thing I knew, we were in a shouting match.

Hearing the disturbance outside, Sam stepped out just in time to see Paul's shaking form.

A booming voice could be heard from Sam.

"Paul I want you to go into the woods and come back when you can think clearly." A simple order that not even Paul could disobey, glaring at me along the way before shifting and running into the woods, snarling.

Tears blurred my vision, confused and frustrated by his sudden outburst. Did I say something wrong?

Trickling down my face, a vile feeling got caught in my throat. It was unfair, why was he allowed to get mad whenever I talked about my crushes even when I haven't shown my distaste towards him? Hell, I've been one of the most supportive people in his life.

I choked out a simple goodbye to Sam before running to my car, handing the cup to Sam along the way. Overwhelmed by it all, all I wanted to do was be in bed.

Speeding off after I started the car, tears seemed to be endlessly falling. I've never once been angry at him for liking someone, even when I liked him myself. I never let it get in the way of his choices but the second I open my mouth about something, I practically get called a whore by my best friend.

Running up my stairs, I faceplanted into the pillow before letting the tears all out. I hate him, I hate him for being so kind to me and so reliable, I hate it. I hate you Lahote for making me fall for you so easily. I really hate you for making me put my feelings second, always.

Drifting off to sleep as the tears glued my eyes shut, exhausted from the events of the night.

Days passed and no words were spoken between us as we avoided each other actively. The pack seemed to be in disarray as they told me how Paul's temper had managed to get worse like it wasn't bad before. Whatever he isn't my concern anymore.

"I don't know Emily, his outburst was just random, it's not something I can explain. But what I can explain is that he's a jerk and I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do," Scoffing while helping her make muffins, "plus, I've only been nothing but supportive of him, I never even told him my own feelings and I was planning to but...well...you know..." My voice trailed off, zoning out on the task before Emily shook me out of it.

"Apologizing is not what I'm asking you to do, I'm just asking you to talk to him again and tell him or something cause knowing Paul and his stubbornness, he'll never talk to you first." Holding my shoulder and resting her head on me while doing her puppy eyes. I sighed, caving in.

"Fine, but you owe me 2 weeks' worth of muffins and breakfast," I demanded before setting the batter down and grabbing my coat, throwing it over my shoulder. While searching for the umbrella to aid me with the rain, I questioned her if she knew where he would be, no clue.

I ran around the house and the usual areas that Paul and I would hang around, but he was nowhere to be found. I sighed, thinking of the cliff as the final spot and deciding to check it anyways. Trudging through the thick mud and the slippery slopes didn't make my journey any easier. Finally climbing up to the cliff, I saw a silhouette standing there.

I walked up slowly to him, standing a few feet behind him before saying anything.

"Lahote, can we talk," I pleaded only to be met with a harsh silence.

"Can we have a normal civil conversation or are you going to keep acting like a little child?" Fed up, I snapped and retorted back at the silence. Paul finally turned around to me, clearly bewildered by my statement.

"Don't call me a child Y/N, especially when you hop crushes like an elementary student." He responded before closing in on me.

"You don't know anything, Paul." Spitting in his face as I maintained eye contact, my head tilting up.

"What do I know then huh Y/N?" Pressing me further back, "I know that you're an attention wh-"

"Ironic that it's coming from you Paul," taunting him and his playboy ways.

"If you would just give me a second to speak and explain before you got your fucking boxers in a twist, we wouldn't be here." I accused, before facing my back to him and watching the trees instead.

"So what I used to like Jacob, every time I mentioned him I saw how your face would drop. Don't think I'm stupid Lahote." Scoffing as I could practically feel him tensing up as I dropped it.

"So what if I like someone from the pack-"

"OH, SO IT'S TRUE HUH?" He shouted before I raised a hand to silence him once more. Just then, it struck me. Was...Paul Lahote...the infamous playboy...jealous? Wanting to prove it, I pushed it further to see his true reaction.

"Why does it matter Paul, can I not like other people? I mean Quil has been looking really good these da-" I quipped before I was cut off once more.

"I'M BETTER FOR YOU Y/N, FORGET HIM, FORGET JACOB, WHY CAN'T YOU START REALIZING HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU?!" The deep voice seemed to echo through the forest as he yelled at the top of his lungs. His breathing labored now as he was truly vulnerable. "I've liked you for so long and, I imprinted on you. Me saying that I liked those other girls were false, I just wanted to see your reaction but you never opposed or showed anything besides being supportive." Scowling before asking again, "Why can't you just not be supportive for once."

A sigh left my mouth, this absolute dumbass. Everyone else has always teased me about how I looked at him, saying that he might find out if I'm not careful enough. I was never careful, I stared at him with admiration in my eyes every minute, waiting for him to realize, but I guess he was half-blind when it came to my own emotions.

I turned back to him, grabbing his face and peering back into his chocolate eyes.

"Paul, have you never seen how I looked at you?" Questioning the poor man.

"No? I thought those eyes were for Jake onl-" I cut him off, lips crashing and his hands moving to my waist eventually. We stood there, lips locked, under the full moon as the rainy cloud parted way to illuminate the two young lovers.

After what felt like years, we broke away.

"If only you weren't so jealous all the time Lahote, we could've had that kiss much sooner." Giggling before letting a yelp out as he picked me up with one arm and slinging me over his shoulder.

"Shut it," muttering something about me being Bella 2.0.

On the way home, I studied his features. Realizing that this hot-headed man was now all mine felt like pure bliss, I giggled before speeding up and holding his hands.

I'd love Paul, through all his flaws, and yes, even his jealousy.

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broomswept-thoughts · 3 years

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Feeling kinda tired and sad this morning. Yesterday night was kind of tough, I really like Prashit and I’m happy of course that he and Tammy are dating, but it made me so sad and envious to see them together. I wish I could have a relationship like theirs or like Jolie and Will’s, or like Kryssy and Kevin’s. I’m happy that my friends are in such healthy and meaningful relationships, but I feel like I can only be around them if I dissociate and watch everything from afar. Or to just straight up not care enough to feel invested or empathetically feeling and thinking through them when they talk about their experiences.

I’m sure I’m only really seeing the positive sides to their relationships as opposed to the negatives. I don’t see all of the work that they must all be putting in, just the final “outcome”/ “product” of it which is a good and working romantic relationship. But I can’t feel but sad inside and also sick of my own pining depression state. Maybe it really is what Duncan said, where you can only stop spiraling when you feel sick of it. But I’m not bored or it doesn’t feel like that. It feels more like I can’t take any more of the sadness and exhaustion of being logically happy but emotionally depressed and alone. Sad emo boi vibes? Kinda pathetic and self-pitying? Yeah, probably. But I feel what I feel, and I’m trying my absolute best to push myself to keep the vibes good and not be passive aggressive or let my emotions get so depressingly overwhelming that I hurt people around me. I think being a bit quiet and cold this morning to Tammy might not have been it, but I just couldn’t take being happy and cheerful this morning when I don’t feel it at all.

I’m using med school applications as a coping mechanism which is kinda ironic considering how it’s usually considered the Absolute Worst Thing Ever but for me, it’s a saving grace. Every time I obsess over being alone, I try to refocus that energy into applying to schools or imagining my future as a doctor. I just feel incredibly alone and filled with sadness a lot. I feel also a bit trapped here in Baltimore because I don’t have many people other than Tammy and Julia, and Tammy is busy with Prashit and Julia is going through hell with her grad lab and program. I talk to them too, it’s not like I don’t, but I don’t feel at home in Baltimore either. It just feels like a transition place. I kinda can’t wait to move on to a better stage in my life because my life right now outside of them is literally just medical school application focused or emotionally alone focus. I can’t wait to live in a place where I can make and meet more friends and people who are interested in the same things and are all around me. I also miss Sarah and Rachael a lot. I hope I can see them during Thanksgiving. I feel like I can always talk about anything to them, but not to be Olivia Rodriguez in Driver’s License but they must be getting kinda sick of me being sad over Duncan for maybe 2+ years lol.

I’m feeling muddled up and envious and depressed. Healing really does come in waves, and right now in this moment I am feeling very down. I think it’s because I don’t have anything to look forward to immediately. I guess I’m hanging out with Tammy and Prashit’s housemates to do something next weekend (which I also initiated btw for us all to hangout), but I feel exhausted because I just feel like a 5th wheel in it. The housemates are fine, they’re not mean or anything. I think I just emotionally am not present and don’t feel up to being as friendly as possible. Also no offense to Tammy and Prashit, but I really don’t like Amit. Maybe it’s because I don’t know him well, but he seems passive aggressive lol, like please if you don’t want to do something, then either suck it up and do it or don’t come. Maybe I’m harsh on him because I also don’t want to go and be there/ here but I’m shutting up about it and pushing myself to do these things because I think it makes Tammy and Prashit happy. I think after this weekend, I need a solid break from them. I’m kinda just tired. I should’ve known that the NIH postbac things are pretty not social, but it’s hard because I wanted to make friends with other people interested in biology. But I guess I sorta just get ghosted instead.

Hmm.

Sigh, I don’t know, maybe I should just. Give up on my feelings about anything and everything at this point. I think I just feel things too heavily because I have a lot of expectations, when in reality no one has any expectations or should have those when interacting with others. I think I just want to be in love so bad that I would give up so much time and energy for people who just don’t care. I need to just do things that are interesting to me or are worthwhile to just myself, and if someone comes along through that, then that’s great. But if not, I need to let myself enjoy what I originally came to do.

Sucks when you’re a hopeless romantic filled with envy. But maybe it really is important for me to understand and consciously deconstruct my fear of abandonment and anxiety around it which is enough to grasp onto any person. I’m so lucky that I haven’t been lured into a codependent relationship with someone/ gotten into a really abusive relationship (that I chose). I think... I’m definitely someone who would get messed up hard and would never leave and just deteriorate into dust. Or stay until I get bruised both physically and emotionally. Maybe I just also don’t value myself enough outside of my relationships? Even with friends, I think I often feel that without my friends, I’d be absolutely nothing. Like not even in just a colloquial way, but as in my friends literally give me the only value I have in life. And i can’t have value ever if they left me. I love my friends so intensely and dearly, but if they all ever became evil and left me, I would blame myself first. It might be my fault! In which case understandable. But also I would never have the self-confidence to question it or wonder if they’re the ones in the wrong. I would think it’s because my value as a person dropped or something along those lines I think. And while I love my friends so much and would do anything for them, I need to make sure that I remember that I have value outside of them. Outside of even my closest and warmest relationships, I still have meaning and worth as a person. I don’t deserve pain or retribution when I don’t have these relationships or when I hurt them. I wonder if I feel such guilt and anxiety when I hurt someone in a friendship precisely because I feel that they’re the only reason why my life is worthwhile and if I hurt them, then I must not be worthwhile anymore.

Wow, that’s a bit convoluted.

But I think. If I was ever in a really deep relationship, I’d think the same. Maybe even more so because it would probably just be really intense. But I’d maybe think that I can’t exist as an identity without said person, especially if they made me really happy in some way. Maybe that’s codependency. It’s hard because a lot of relationships look a bit like that. It reminds me of that picture of the couple merging into each other through their mouths. Can or should identity remain solid through relationships? Maybe it’s not even possible, but what’s healthy is to have fluid versions of yourself existing throughout many mediums, many people, and many interests that you have that are relatively independent of said person(s). Identity really is so confusing. If BPD is having unstable identities, then how does a normal person have a “stable” identity? It seems impossible. But maybe what clinicians mean by identity is just patterned behavior that can happen regardless of most situations (still ambiguous but no going into the weeds). If I start to change my behavior to appease someone, then that’s probably not my “real” identity maybe. Moreso if it’s something that beforehand I would not do.

What is a healthy relationship with others? I try too hard to consume people and I melt into empathy far too easily so I get hurt by their hurts too badly for it to help sometimes. Logic and going through the mindset of analyzing emotions is one way to handle it all. But part of me wants to consume, wants to understand people. Especially people with similar interests or backgrounds as me and what they’re like. Or people who are pleasant to be around or I feel validated to be with. Or people who ask about me and seem to care for me. I want to understand them, and the only way I know how to understand something is by consuming it whole, like how you can never describe the taste of an orange better than to shove it into someone’s mouth so the juice dribbles out from where their teeth pierced through the flesh. I give myself into understanding someone else so much that I wonder if it’s too much. I think it’s a skill, but also I assume that others want to do the same for me too. That they’re also curious about me as a person, and that that curiosity means that they like me or want to care for me. When in reality, it can be anything from just being polite to just simply wanting to know someone on some level after superficial but not deep. Enough to be interesting. And entertaining. I think that’s what most people probably want. I think I want to be liked by making people feel heard, and that’s okay in a service kind of context, but not in a personal relationship kind of context with someone I know nothing about and yet I continue to get hurt by. So no, I’m going to let all of my expectations and imagines of Ryan go and also those of Duncan go. I just want to fill up the loneliness and sadness deep in my thoughts and mind and heart, and it’s not fair for someone to be slotted in as though they can fill that or have an obligation to. I hope for someone who will. But no one will, because no one will stay forever. Not because no one will ever care for me, but because no one and nothing is the only forever that really exists, right? So I need to just enjoy what I hedonistically can, have fun with whatever so I don’t feel totally like crap, and try to fill my hours with interesting activities, duties, and music.

#reflections

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dolanssunshine · 3 years

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CLOSING THE TRUNK of Rachael's car, I opened the passenger door and got in the seat.

"You got everything?" Rachael asked, as I snapped my seatbelt.

"Yup, let's get this show on the road." I nodded.

"What about you, guys?" Rachael asks our other friends Nyeli, Summer, and Anais.

"Yup, got everything I need." Summer says with a nod.

"Me too," Nyeli says, nodding in agreement.

"Me three," Anais says, putting AirPods in her ears.

"Let's ride," Rachael says, driving off.

Since we're all doing good in our classes and it's summer break, our parents allowed us to use my uncle's cabin to hang out for a couple of weeks. Honestly, I could use this time away from school and exams and whatnot.

"Did the boys leave yet?" Rachael questions curiously..

"I have no idea; let me call Gabe," I said, pulling out my phone.

Going to Gabriel's name, I clicked on the FaceTime logo and waited for the call to connect. Finally, Gabriel's ugly face popped up.

"Can I help you?"

"Don't get slapped through this phone. Where are you guys?"

"Yes, Amanda?"

"Where are you guys?"

"We're passing Placerville."

"Oh, we just passed Placerville,"

"How are you guys ahead of us?"

"You know how Rachael drives,"

"Like she's a bat out of hell,"

"Exactly."

"We'll just probably meet you halfway,"

"Okay, see ya."

"Stupid bitch." I grumbled.

"Hey, that's my future baby daddy." I hear Anais speak from the back.

"Well, he is...and besides, you two aren't even talking," I said, looking back at her.

"That's what you think," Anais says, smirking.

"Wait, so you mean to tell me you and Gabriel are talking?" Nyeli asked, shocked.

"More than talking but yes." Anais nods.

"Since when?" I asked, still shocked.

"For a few weeks now," Anais says as he shrugs.

"You weren't gonna tell us?" Summer asks, completely shocked.

"It never came up." She said, throwing her hands up in surrender.

"I feel abandoned." Summer says with her hand over her heart.

"I'm sorry." Anais apologizes.

"Nah, I thought we were girls," I said, playfully shaking my head.

"Forgive me, please." Anais pleas.

"I mean, you could've told us ya'll be together." I pointed out.

"She's right." Summer said with a nod.

"I'm sorry, but I knew you'd overreact," Anais said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh, whatever," I said, playfully rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay," Anais says, kissing my cheek from leaning over the seat.

"Okay, you're forgiven." I smiled.

"Now that's settled, let's jam," Rachael said, then cranked up the volume on the radio.

The music played by Rachael started we all sang along with the song. About an hour passed before I see the sign 'Welcome To Sparks, NV.' Just then, my phone dings, and I see that Gabriel texted me.

Gabriel😤🤬🤘🖕 A gas station in two miles

Me Okay be there

Gabriel😤🤬🤘🖕 Better be

Me Whatever bitch

Looking up at Rachael, I spoke. "Gabe says there's a gas station in two miles."

"Okay." Rachael nods.

She drives some more before taking the exit to the gas station. Finally, Rachael pulls into the gas station, and not too long, the guys pulling in behind her. Everyone got out while Rachael went to pay for the gas.

"If you have to use the bathroom, go use it now." Gabriel jokingly said, walking up towards us.

"Shut up. I'm not a kid." I tell him, throwing up my middle finger.

"Why are you so mean to me?" His cries were fake as he hugged Anais.

"Well, because you're an asshole," I said and laughed.

"Stop acting like a baby; she's only playing," Anais said, kissing his cheek.

"I know she is." He laughs.

By that time, Rachael came outside to pump her gas. Along with Nyeli, Summer, Anais, and the guys, I went inside to grab snacks. Grabbing a Sprite, a Kit Kat, and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, I paid then walked outside. As I got back in the car, everyone else began to step out. When everyone was finally ready, we got in the car and got back on the road.

With my seat leaned back a bit as I watched the sun out of the window. Soon enough, Rachael drives down the road the house is on.

"It's at the end of the lake," I said, pointing in the direction of the house.

As Rachael pulls up in the two-car driveway, I was super excited to be here. She parks the car then we all got out, and I unlocked the front door.

"Damn, you're uncle owns this place?" I hear Joel ask me.

"Yea, he does." I nodded.

Further walking beside, everyone was amazed and in awe. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge and cabinets to see if we needed to go to the grocery store. Seeing as we didn't, I left the kitchen. I went out to the car. I grabbed my suitcase and tote bag. Once I went back to the house, I found my room, which is pretty big, and put my stuff against the wall. As I walked out to the balcony, I took my phone and FaceTime, my mom.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey, mom, we made it,"

"It's how I remembered it to be."

"It's beautiful,"

"It is."

"We're gonna have so much fun this week,"

"I'll go and let you get settled in."

"Bye, mom."

After hanging up, I walked back into the room and began to unpack my clothes. By the time I finished, I was tired because I didn't even realize I brought that many clothes. As I laid there on the bed, I started dozing off when there's a knock on my door. I look over to see Rachael standing there.

"You hungry? We're making pizza?" Rachael asked me, leaning against the doorframe.

"Sure," I said, getting off the bed.

Following my best friend downstairs, the smell of pizza hit my nose. The girls sat at the island while the guys played cards at the table.

"The pizza is almost ready within ten minutes," Nyeli says as I sat on the counter.

"Okay,"

"Hey, so What's the plan for tomorrow?"

"I want to try out the jet skis,"

"Oh, hell, yeah, I'm down."

"We can barbecue," Adam suggested.

"Sounds like an awesome plan." Gabriel cheers.

"We should take a hike in the morning," Rachael suggests.

"Sounds good to me." I nodded.

Another ten minutes passed before Rachael goes over to pull three different kinds of pizza out. There was a pepperoni pizza, a sausage pizza, and a pineapple pizza.

"Damn, Ra, this pizza bomb." Nyeli groans.

"Hell yeah, it is," I tell her nodding.

"Thank you," Rachael says with a smile.

Nyeli goes over to the pantry and grabs a bottle of red wine. She pours us, girls, a glass, then hands us girls a glass.

"You guys, here's to having a fantastic week away from school and parents," Nyeli said, and we all cheered.

"Woohoo." Gabriel cheers as we clinked our glasses.

We all drank, ate, and talked, even laughed at the stories everyone told. By the time eleven hit, I was ready to go to sleep. I said goodnight to my friends then headed up to my room. After closing the door, I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was to my liking, I took off my clothes and stepped inside.

The water felt so good running down my body. I grabbed my fluffy sponge and started to wash. Turning off the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body then stepped out to lotion my body after drying off. I slipped on red silk pajamas black over-the-knee socks. After I tied my hair into a bun, I made sure my phone was on the charger before pulling the covers back and getting comfortable underneath them.

#grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan #ethan dolan fic #ethan dolan #mywritings

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imaginesblvd · 4 years

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Title: Begin Again

Part 3 of 10(?)

Jaskier x reader

I’m liking how the this is going so far! I can’t wait to really get into the next few parts. Anyways hope everyone that reads enjoys!

Also reader is still telling the story, I didn’t want to italic it cause I have to do each paragraph separately. I’ll only italic the past parts if Yennfer and Colton be in a part. An example of that would be in part 2 if you don’t under stand what I’m trying to put down.

On the road once again. Jaskier walks at your side, He's strumming something new. He's mouthing the words just under his breath. You can make out only a few of the words and you wonder if it's that one song you had read from the dog eared page. You look over to Geralt, his eyes searching your surroundings, he looks to you. His eyes tell you to keep an eye out. You stand closer to Jaskier, he fixes his lute onto his back, letting his hand fall into yours. It's quiet and that's probably not what Geralt wants so you decide to try and crack a few jokes and the only one to laugh at them is Jaskier. You look back over at Geralt to see if he's settled, he's not. He opens his mouth to say something but before he even gets it out there's a sound of a twig snapping to the left.

Jaskier pulls you behind him as Geralt stands in front of him. You want to roll your eyes but don't. Instead you grip Jaskier's sleeve with your free hand. Pulling him back a little so you can see who's coming towards you three.

"Oh shit" Jaskier chokes out, as you see the intruder

"I thought I heard music" The lady before you says with a soothing and calm tone

The lady's clothing is sheer, leaving nothing for the imagination. Her hair is long and braided back, her eyes a bright green with something wicked twinkling inside. She smiles sweetly, looking from Geralt to Jaskier, before her eyes land on you. She looks almost annoyed to see you hanging off Jaskier. She tilts her head to the side, as she sizes you up.

"Do you fine gentlemen know the way to Rivercrossing?" Her voice is sweet like honey but strikes fear in your heart, you avert your gaze to look up at Jaskier

He's blinking like he's trying to clear his vision. His face is flushed a deep red. You look over to Geralt and he's doing the same thing. You look back to the lady. She's looking at Jaskier, her tongue darts out to slide across her bottom lip. You don't know what to do. You don't even know what's going on but you know you have to say you don't know what she's talking about. You can't let these boys go with her but before you even have time to say anything they both speak at the same time

"We can take you"

You look to them both, eyes wide in disbelief. Do they not see how scary she seems? No, all they see is her body through her dress. Jaskier rips himself from your hold, going over to her and offers his arm. She smiles at him as she pushes his hair from his face before taking hold of his arm. Frowning you turn to look at Geralt, he looks at you. His eyes scream at you to run, but you have nowhere to run. He hands Roaches' reins to you as he walks over to the lady.

"Are you guys serious?" You groan out as you look to Roach "Men, amiright?" You ask as the she neighs

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The walk to Rivercrossing isn't long. You had trailed behind them not wanting the lady to even look at you. Jaskier didn't even look back to make sure you were still following. He just kept walking, singing songs for that stupid lady. You didn't want to think about it but seeing him leave you so easily made you wonder if he regretted last night. The heart to heart that opened your eyes, but maybe they shut his. He probably wishes he could suck the words right back, pretend it never happened.

"Geralt, we got her here now let's go, please" You grip his hand pulling him to face you

"Set us up in the inn, there's a monster problem here" He points behind you "Sandalwood inn, keep everything safe" he pauses, his painful expression cause your gut to twist "I have to go now" he finishes through a clenched jaw

"Please, let's just go, please" You try again, your hand gripping his tighter than before "Go get Jaskier, and we can go, yeah? put this place behind us, please" he rips his hand from yours

"Jaskier is already gone, now go check us in" His bright eyes burning with anger "and don't think about leaving, I can't protect you right now, now please do as i ask" he softly whispers before turning on his heel and walking off towards the tavern

Jaskier is gone. What the hell did he mean by that? Your heart drops. You look around yourself, and don't see him anywhere. In fact you don't see anyone anywhere. It's like a ghost town. You look towards the Sandlewood inn and wonder if anyone is even inside. Roach nudges you and you nod. You tie her up, so she can't go anywhere. Taking Geralt's belongs off her as you head inside. Walking up to the counter, you look around. It's dusty, like no ones passed through here in months if not years. You call out and wait, there's no one. You shift Geralt's belongings onto your other shoulder as you head for the stairs. You'll explain to whoever owns this place later, you just want to get settled and go find Jaskier.

You knock on one of the doors, there's no answer. You push the door open and look around. One bed and a tub. You shrug as you walk over to the bed. You let Geralt's things fall from your shoulder. You look around once more before bending down and shoving them under the bed. You take your own bag off and do the same. Going back down to grab Jaskier's lute case, you see just across the road fiery red hair. Your eyes widened, as you look back to the open door of the inn, and back to the person hiding behind some crates. If anyone would have answers to what's going on, you bet that person has loads of answers. You fix Jaskier's lute case onto your back and take off towards her.

She holds her hand up to stop you. She points towards the pub, you look over. The lady is standing in the window, watching you. Her green eyes look as if they're glowing, and you tear your gaze away. You start towards the building. You softly whisper to the woman crouched by the crates to follow you in once you open the door, she nods. You look back to the window and she's still standing there a sinister smirk on her lips. Geralt is right about one thing, there is a monster problem here, and it's her. There's no doubt in your mind. She took Jaskier and Geralt and what she plans to do with them, you don't know. You just know that you'll have to stop her before it's too late.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Once inside you go to the far back corner of the meat shop. It's the same as the inn, not a soul but you and the woman that followed you in. You turn to face her, there's a scar running down her face and an even bigger one along her neck. She shouldn't even be alive with something that looks that bad. You put your hands up, showing her that you mean no harm. She nods for you to sit, and you do.

"How did she get you here?" She asks as he leans against the counter

"She has my friends" You tell her "What is she?" You ask

"I don't know yet" she whispers as she runs a hand down her face "I just know she has every man that lives here, in that tarven with her"

"How long has she been here?" You ask as you tilt your head to the side

"It's been a couple months" She tells you "I'm one of the wives that stayed, we still have hope that we can drive her out, but she's killed off about 20 men so far, so the wives and girlfriends of those men left, because they have nothing that keeps them here anymore"

You don't know what to say but you're sure the fear stricken expression on your face says enough. Maybe you can help them. Geralt should have something in his belongings that would help. If not you know a spell that could get help here. You're not much of a magic user but if you work it right then maybe help could be here at dawn. Geralt also said it might not work but you have to hope.

Right now though, you want to go check on Jaskier and Geralt. The lady should at least let you do that. You told the woman, Rachael, to wait on any further attacks until you figure something out. She had agreed for the time being. You look over to the tavern, and the lady is no longer in the window. You walk over to it.

Music is being played, and you know who is responsible for that. You smile at the sound of his voice, your shoulders relax. You clenched hands open up as you pull the door open. Looking around you see the group all looking at Jaskier, and there's a stabbing pain in your heart. You tear your gaze away because the lady standing next to him. Her hands all over him.

You spot Geralt, he's sitting in the far corner, next to a window. You start towards him when a man steps in front of you. His arms crossed over his chest, his eyes look tired but the expression on his face makes you want to turn around. You don't, you roll your shoulders back, looking him dead in the eye.

"I'd like to see my friend" You sternly say

"You're not allowed in here" He snaps "Now you better leave-"

"That's not how we talk to guest, my love" The lady comes over, her hands cup his face "Go sit down" she whispers before pressing her lips to his

You look over at Jaskier. He looks fine, he's not hurt. If anything he looks happy, like when he told you about saving you from your old life. It makes you smile a little. If only you could just take him out of here. Take somewhere far away from this place. You look back over at the lady and she nods towards an empty table. Hesitantly you take the seat, you're not even sure what to say. You didn't think you'd be here talking to her, you just wanted to check on the two.

"You can leave them here, They'll be safe with me" Her tone is different, not honey like anymore but rather scratchy like she's smoked one too many smokes

"I don't believe you, I'm going to do whatever I can to stop whatever the hell you have going on here" You threaten

"I've never had a witcher before" She smirks "and the bard is tasty, I've never smelt something so sweet"

"Touch them and that'll be the last thing you ever do!" You snap hitting the table

The music stops. You tear your eyes away from her to look around at the many eyes on you. All angry faces but tired eyes. You bite your lip and you look back at her. You point at her ready to rip into her but a hand on your wrist stops you. You glance over at the one holding you and you relax. Hating the effect he has on you now, before you would welcome his touch. Jaskier looks at the lady and she nods. Jaskier pulls you from the tavern and out into the cold evening air. He's wearing an expression you've only seen on his face once.

That one time was when your father had found you. He was doing some trade when he spotted you as you spotted him. You ran looking for the ones who had saved you from him before. He's an old man but he's fast and he had caught you before you could get into the inn where Jaskier and Geralt were checking in. They heard you scream for help, and Jaskier came out looking absolutely feral, he pulled you from your father's arms as Geralt sent your father away.

It sends a chill down your spine. He puts his hands on your shoulders. Is he going to push you? He doesn't, he gives your shoulders a squeeze as he shakes his head.

"You should go, you'll do fine on your own, you’ve done it before, we don't need you anymore" He hisses

You want to tell him how wrong he is, he needs you more now than ever before. He's not thinking straight. You won't let his words get to you because this isn't Jaskier. He would never send you away, he's told you before. You lick your lips trying to think of what to say to snap him out of it, but nothing comes to mind because even if it isn't Jaskier, the words still hurt.

"Go, y/n. Go back to your father" His words are meant to hurt you, it's what the lady wants but you will swallow back the lump, push the tears back, because you will not give her the reaction she wants

"I'm going to save you Jaskier" You whisper, knowing your voice would break if it were any higher.

That night before you went to bed you worked the spell that Geralt had taught you. A message that should have Yennfer here at dawn, that’s if it works. You go to sleep that night hoping beyond hope that it works so that you don’t have to see those tired eyes in Jaskier or Geralt.

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breanime · 4 years

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“Thanks but no thanks” and “I’m not going” for season 1 Billy... but the trick is you have to stick to how Ben himself views the character - no remorse, cares about no one and nothing but himself. No fluff. 😈😈 have fun

You are EVIL, Rachael! No fluff? ME?! Here we go... This is probably gonna be short because I’m weak lol.

Warning: DARK, descriptions of death

Your ears were ringing, your head was pounding, your muscles ached. You coughed, your mouth filling up with dirt and smoke, eyes squeezed shut as tears slipped out and down your cheeks. You were on your hands and knees, and you rubbed at your eyes, trying to gain your vision back.

Billy was there.

You knew Billy was there because he had walked into the building, shot and killed several people, and then took out a trigger and pushed a button. Everything exploded around you once he did that, and you had fallen to the ground as the world shook.

Now, as you blinked through the smoke and dirt, swallowing your involuntary tears, you squinted, looking for Billy.

He was standing in the center of the room, and you watched as he took off his oxygen mask and tossed it to the ground. He was dressed in all black, and you wondered, captivated and fascinated by him still, even now—if that was what he used to wear when he was an active Marine. Billy never told you much about his past—just vague, black and white accounts of his time in the Group Home and some of his stats as a Marine Scout Sniper—but you’d always wondered. How could you not? He’d been sharing your bed for almost a year now, charming you with his cool smile and low accent, giving you attention and putting time aside for you, making you think he cared, that he thought you were special…different.

It had all been a lie.

Shit had hit the metaphorical fan once Frank Castle came back to life; suddenly Billy was cold and secretive, keeping odd hours and always looking over his shoulder. Then Homeland got involved, and he started spending a lot of time with a Dinah Madani, telling you that they were just working, but when he held you to him, the scent on his clothes and skin was clearly feminine. You’d hadn’t gotten the chance to confront him on it before it was revealed that Billy was not who he said he was. He’d attacked Curtis, blown up Anvil, betrayed Frank, and now he was at your job, a king amongst the rubble.

Your eyes were still stinging, and you rubbed your fists against them, trying to relieve the irritation. You gasped when you felt fingers curling around your bicep, as tight as a vice, and suddenly you were being pulled upwards.

“Y/N.” Billy said casually, his dark eyes bottomless and soulless.

“Billy,” you coughed out, heart pounding, “What—what are you doing? What’s happening? You—”

“—Shut up,” he ordered, “You’re coming with me.”

You froze. Your body ached from being thrown about in the explosion, but the adrenaline was kicking in now. “No,” you said, trying (and failing) to pull away from him, “no. No—”

“I’m not going to ask again,” he growled, jerking you forward, “Move your fucking feet.”

Billy half-dragged half-led you out of the collapsing building, only halting his stride to shoot on of your coworkers in the head as he passed. “Where are you taking me?” You asked. “Billy, please—”

“I need some insurance,” he answered coolly, eyes straight ahead, “Gotta get Frankie’s attention and keep Homeland off my back.” He glanced down at you, a cold smirk on his lips. “We’re gonna take a vacation, sweetheart.”

The endearment hit you like a bullet, making your skin crawl. All this time, Billy had been playing you. All this time he’d been… this. “Fuck you,” you spit out.

He laughed.

“You—I can’t—I…” You dug your heels in, making him have to drag you. “I won’t go!”

“’M not asking,” he said, glaring now.

“You don’t have to do this,” you changed tactics, trying to appeal to the man you thought he was, “Billy, please, it’s not… It’s not too late. You can just leave me here, I don’t know where you’re going or where you’re staying, I won’t—”

“Yeah,” he pulled out his gun and pointed it straight at your face, “Thanks but no thanks. I already got a plan, I don’t need yours.” The barrel of the gun was right in your face, and your heart was simultaneously pounding and frozen. “Now… Move. Your. Damn. Feet.”

“No,” tears were streaming down your face now, leaving streaks on your cheeks with the dirt and debris, “Billy… I know you. I know you care about me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” You were shaking, and Billy’s free hand was still clutching your arm. “Just… Let me go.” He tilted his head, and you could see the wheels turning behind those nearly black eyes. “Please. It’s not too late… I know you’re—”

You didn’t get to finish. The last thing you heard was a huge cracking sound, and you watched as the bullet was released in the gun and careened towards you.

Your body hit the ground, and Billy watched the blood pool around your head. A stream of smoke was leaking out from the gun, and Billy could feel your warm, wet blood on his face.

“Huh,” he breathed out, “onto Plan B, then…”

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How’d that read? Was it true to character? Lemme know what you guys think. Gonna jump back into my fluff now... maybe... this was actually fun as hell to write. Thanks for reading!

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ambitionsource · 4 years

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Front Nine “Life Playlists,” or 10 Songs That Define Them ♪

Each track on a Life Playlist represents a song that left a major impact on your life, whether it’s a visceral memory, an important event, or something that connected you to someone or something else. For the F9, songs featured are up through the canon timeline, so through the summer before senior year.

Lucas James Friar (born September 3, 2001) ♫ Playlist

1. “Desperado” by The Eagles || The earliest song Lucas can remember, because it's one of Grace's favorites. She's a fan of the Eagles and would play this album pretty often, especially when Kenneth was away. Lucas has a really distinct sensory memory from when he was like 4 or 5, where this song was playing in the living room on this shitty speaker. It was spring and the windows were all open (which they rarely are) and so the room was way brighter than normal. It smelled like spring and fresh air and his mom was singing along in the kitchen, and it was the only time he really heard her sing. He doesn't listen to it much now because it makes him emotional (and we know how he hates that), but in the future he'll come back around to it and it will become one of his favorite songs too. Maybe someday, his kids (should he have them) will develop a similar sensory memory, only it'll be their stable suburban home and it'll be their dad singing to himself in the kitchen when they've never heard dad sing before. Mom, sure, but dad? And the cycle will continue...

2. “Car Windows” by The Main Drag || This album, Yours As Fast As Mine by The Main Drag, is to this day the only album Lucas has listened to in full. When he was like in third grade he was playing Rock Band 2 with some friends (classic), and they played the song "Jagged Gorgeous Winter" from this album. Lucas really liked it and even asked about it when they were done playing. While the other kids didn't really know much about it, the mom of the friend (who knew all about Lucas's home life and was semi-friends with Grace until they moved away) explained that she actually had the original album on CD and gave it to Lucas to borrow. Lucas took it home and listened to the entire thing, and he still has the CD to this day as he never gave it back (although the mom figured she probably wouldn’t have it returned when she handed it over). Over time, “Car Windows” became his favorite song, and it (along with the album) is something he would go on to share only with Riley as music that's actually important to him.

3. “Down With the Sickness” by Disturbed || Pretty self-explanatory, but this song was somewhat of a meme in the late 2000s in a lot of like popular Youtube videos and stuff at the time. Lucas tangentially heard about it that way while at school in like 5th - 6th grade (when his anger and behavior was starting to get bad), and considering the song is pretty heavily representative of having an abusive parent (the chilling bridge being indicative of that), Lucas immediately latched onto it. It's basically his go-to track on his "shut up shut up shut up" playlist, when he needs to tune out the world. But depressing. Very depressing.

4. “My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark” by Fall Out Boy || Lucas's introduction to Fall Out Boy, and the rest is history. He first heard the song in a post-detention hang-out when he was in 7th grade, tailing around some reckless 8th graders who agreed that he was cool enough to kick it with them considering the reason he had detention (vandalism of school property and for flipping off a teacher), and he was basically the same age as them anyway. One of them was playing the recent FOB album on their phone, starting with this song, and while Lucas also tried weed for the first time afternoon and wasn't a fan, he was a pretty quick disciple of Fall Out Boy.

5. “Gives You Hell” by All-American Rejects || Also featured on Asher's playlist, this track bonded Dylucasher the most while they were building their new friendship. This is the song they would play while shit-talking performers in the booth, what they'd blast through Dylan's car speaker while setting off bottle rockets, what they shout-sing while dicking around the skate park, etc. Gave Lucas a sense of empowerment when everything else felt out of control, and watching Asher and Dylan sing along full-throttle with him also made him feel like they might actually be friends who were there to stay. Also convinced him that Asher was way more crazy than his perfect polished exterior let on...

6. “Misery Business” by Paramore || Lucas and Isadora's favorite song in freshman year. While Lucas didn't hold many opinions about music and thus basically begrudgingly listened to whatever Isadora wanted to when they hung out, this is the song that both of them agreed was a hardcore bop. Although neither of them were singing along from experience, both of them learned all the words in no time and there were plenty of booth afternoons spent talk-singing along to the angry Paramore hit. As Isadora puts it in Cruel Summer, “Lucas and I would just sit around and listen to it on repeat to the point that we both knew the all the words—and that’s a big deal when it comes to him, because he doesn’t know like any music.”

7. “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton || Riley's performance at the Jacob's Gala was impactful enough on Lucas that he proceeded to listen to the track the entire weekend after the event. Even though he abruptly stopped listening after the massacre that occurred on Monday when he tried to wipe everything about Riley from his memory, he would still find it stuck in his head at random times. It's the only song to stick with him so pointedly in such a short amount of exposure, and to this day he might occasionally ask Riley to sing it -- only if no one else is around, naturally.

8. “Quiet” by Rachael Yamagata || A selection from the playlist Riley made Lucas in sophomore year that essentially became Lucas's mental breakdown track. Any time he found himself burnt out of anger (which is what he predominantly used throughout junior year to numb the overwhelming emotion of everything else), he would end up either crashed in his nook in the booth, on his pathetic bed, or hidden away in his closet if he was really crashing and burning and without fail he would turn to this song. Just searching for quiet... some actual peace and quiet...

9. “Alive” by Pearl Jam || In the midst of junior year, Jack and Lucas had many conversations. One of those ended up being about music, as Jack wanted to know if Lucas really hated every single performance his classmates put on, or if that was all part of the defense mechanism. Jack shared some of his favorite artists from when he was his age to today, including Pearl Jam, which he claimed got him through some of the toughest parts of his life. Lucas absorbed the information but didn't do much with it until the later part of junior year, after everything went to hell, and he decided to look up what the big deal with Pearl Jam was anyway. Hearing about two minutes of Alive was all it took to stick with him, and he continued to listen to it as the rest of the chaos year unfolded. And yeah, maybe it makes him feel more connected to Jack... so what. Who asked you? Whatever. Who cares. I'm still alive, oh yeah, I'm still alive...

10. “As Lovers Go” by Dashboard Confessional || One of the songs Riley consistently plays when they're hanging out and driving around together during the summer of love, and so it instantly becomes associated with her in Lucas's mind. Not only is it like, a good song that he also actually likes, but it's like every single note of it is infused with Riley and memories of her. Might be likely that a lot of songs are going to start feeling that way...

#lucas james friar #life playlists #edit #by maggie #i'm slowly pickin away at these... figuring out how to format it was hard lol #but hopefully this is insightful and enjoyable!!#also the baby pic........ he is babie its true....

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literatiruinedme · 3 years

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Shoot

"He might already be-” Betty cocked her gun, staring down the barrel before squaring her shoulders. “Shut the fuck up, Archie.”

Or Jughead's been kidnapped and, after finding out where he's being held, Betty decides that she is not going home without him. || part one on ao3

He had done it.

After two weeks of careful plotting, he had finally managed to pull himself free of an honest to god hole in the ground- thanks to the world’s stupidest serial killer and his quasi-regimented routine.

His plan had been simple: dig. While the angle of the walls had been challenging to work with, Jughead had managed to carve out a series of steps to grab onto using the lens of his broken glasses. After throwing down the bare minimum of a meal every two days, Glen left him alone; Jughead’s plan had been to work on freeing himself as soon as Glen left after he had finally finished carving out an escape route. The dirt was just dry and cold enough to stay together for him to dig at night and at night only; after digging during the day had set him back four days work, he had screamed for so long that his voice hadn’t come back for an entire day afterwards.

But he had done it.

finish it on ao3

#bughead #betty x jughead #bughead fanfiction #bugheadfamily #bugheadcentral #bughead edit #mood boards by me #rachael writes stuff #Rachael shut the hell up

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ragnarachael · 3 years

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If you could do literally anything in the world for your birthday, what would you do?

oh, sheesh this is

that's. that's a toughy.

what would i do for my birthday if given the chance?? i'm honestly not sure. the first thing that comes to mind is go to avengers campus in disneyland. meet some online friends again. get all the piercings/tattoos i want to get. i dunno. i've never really had a "proper" birthday celebration since like? 2018 or so? i've never really had too big of parties even prior to then, so i'm not too extravagant about it.

maybe travel to scotland or ireland or something, i've been thinking about that a lot lately. meet tom hiddleston or get an autograph or something. i'm genuinely not too sure what i'd do. something that really just makes me happy, honestly

#this was so hard hitting bud for WHAT??#literally had to pause my music to think about a reply #rachael's void speaks back #goodness i just do not know #ASGDKJH I'M SORRY I JUST RAMBLE AFTER THIS. YOU OPENED A CAN BABE #my friends are making my birthday a big deal and i #it just means so much to me i don't think anyone around me comprehends that at all #(death tw) ever since my mom passed i've really just given up on anything celebration wise because like.. what's the point? y'know? so i ju #JUST. I JUST sit here and do what i normally do. maybe grab some cake or something idk and eat it #get like. 5 texts telling me happy birthday and that's it #but i have all these new friends and they're all HERE and supportive #and they actually like. like me? make an effort to actually be there for me like i do? its crazy to me #anyway lemme just shut the hell up i'm tearing up as i think deep about this

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ephemeral-afterlight · 5 years

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Day 2: Explosion

(We’ll tear out our hair.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 2: Explosion

Word Count: 4363

Relationships: pre-relationship/pining logince

Warnings: explosions, very very minor body horror (machines connected to the inside of the body), minor panic attack, death mention, killing spree mention. that should be all, but let me know if i need to add something!

A/N: so i have no idea why this got so long, but... here you go! i’ve wanted to do an androids au for so long, and then it just... happened. i didn’t plan any of this in the slightest, but have this trash anyway.

The boom that resounds for miles across the city shakes Virgil to his core. The frequency grates on his ears, how it echoes between skyscrapers and resonates through his head. His hearing goes muffled, for a moment, like he’s stuck his fingers in his ears the same way he used to when he was a young, petulant child. It’s hard to stay standing, when it feels like gravity has increased its pull on his body ten times over, but Virgil manages to stumble to the side and brace himself on a bike rack. His vision blurs, shifting in and out of focus, unable to come to a standstill through his lightheadedness.

Things come back slowly, beginning with his eyesight; the image in front of him clears up, merges into one, and he’s now able to observe the people running away in terror, their screams not reaching his ears. Then, his cognitive thinking; being able to process the situation flushes his system with a new wave of anxiety and dread, and he turns to look in the direction opposite of where most people are running, unable to comprehend what he’s looking at even as he sees the massive cloud of smoke and flying debris erupt from the center of the building he was just inside of. His hearing is the last sense to recalibrate itself, the sounds of the world around him slowly building in volume until they’re normal, but loud, too loud, and Virgil coughs around the dust that whisked its way down the street in the split second he wasn’t paying attention.

Now that he can clearly hear the shrill screams, the sirens echoing from streets away, the honking of car horns and fire engines and loud, raucous noise, Virgil turns back to look once more at his office building, and his breath gets stuck in his throat after a particularly painful inhale. The skyscraper is toppling over, the metal and glass shattering and creaking as they fall out of line toward the street Virgil’s on. Another cloud of dust and probably worse things he doesn’t want to enter his lungs is coming his way, billowing down the street at a pace that leaves no room for compromise.

Fuck.

It takes a long few moments for Virgil to regain control of his body, a panicked whine tumbling through his lips against his will as he finally turns away and stumbles forward. A second blast rips through the street, much closer this time, and Virgil can feel his heart lurch in his chest. He almost trips on the curb, having forgotten that he’s been on the edge of the sidewalk, but pushes himself back up with the help of a post office box. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know where to go. What was he supposed to be doing, again? Is he going to suffocate in the dust and debris because he can’t remember how to get to somewhere safe? Is another explosion going to blow up right on top of him?

“Hey, dude! You gotta get out of the road, you’ll die out here!” someone says to his right, over the sound of a car engine rumbling. Virgil whips his head around, met with the spectacle of a bright red coloured car with multiple young adults crammed inside of it, and he doesn’t know how to respond. He only gapes, mouth falling open as if to say something, to ask for help, but he can’t speak.

“Oh no, are you alright, kiddo? Do you need some help?” says the guy on the passenger side, of whom apparently poked his head over the driver’s seat to be heard better. The driver scowls and softly slaps his buddy’s face away, sticking his tongue out when an affronted squawk is vocalized in response. He rolls his eyes and turns back to Virgil, beckoning with sparkling golden nails in the direction of the backseat.

“If you need a ride, come on, but hurry the hell up and make a decision! I am not gonna get blown up because of you! I have a performance soon and I cannot shine on stage if I’m a pile of dust on this gross street corner!” Driver Guy shouts, and Virgil shuffles on wobbly feet to the backseat door on autopilot. He should think this through more, should consider the fact that maybe these guys are predators, that they’re gonna kidnap him and torture him and then he’s gonna get murdered, but his brain is halted and not functioning correctly and this is the best chance Virgil’s got. Well, it’s better than staying on the street bumbling around without a clue as to what he’s supposed to be doing, anyway.

Sliding into the backseat takes only a few seconds, and he pulls the door shut, and then he’s being lurched backwards as the car takes off. He’s inside, away from the dust, but he still can’t breathe, and it must be obvious to the guy sitting next to him, because he adjusts his glasses as he reaches over to lay a hand on his shoulder. Virgil jumps, staring at the person beside him with cautious eyes, and his lungs burn.

“I’m Logan. You are having a panic attack. I’m going to squeeze your hands now, is that okay?” the man beside him asks in a monotonous voice, face impassive but eyes sharp and cunning and concerned. There’s something off about him, something that tickles in the back of Virgil’s mind, but he can’t pinpoint it. Swallowing back a cough, Virgil nods slowly, and with the affirmation, Logan reaches over to grab Virgil’s hands, far more gently than he would’ve expected, given the bespectacled stranger’s cold demeanour. The pressure helps to ground him, acts as an anchor point while he remembers to control his breathing, to follow Logan’s pace.

“Dude, you alright? You better not pass out in my car,” the guy in the driver’s seat complains, and Virgil’s eyes flutter as he squeezes Logan’s slim fingers tightly. The latter of the two blinks hard, and his pupils dilate, and he tilts his head, and Virgil finally gets it. He’s an android. Even so, it’s a wonder his microexpressions are impossible to read--he must be consciously controlling them to calm them down. He’s likely a mental health android, then. Virgil relaxes a little bit, and grips Logan’s fake, warm hands as they round a corner just a little too fast. There’s a little bit of comfort in the familiarity of the android’s synthetic skin.

“Uh, no… where are you taking me?” Virgil answers when he remembers how to speak, voice wobbly as he fights back to keep his anxiety under control. The driver breathes out through his nose in a quiet, huffing laugh, and his passenger turns fully around in his seat despite how dangerous it is to do so, with how recklessly his friend is driving.

“We’re going to an AnRAD Center, kiddo! Logan’s had a bit of a shutdown since the explosions scared him, the poor thing. And you need to get that dreadful cut looked at. Oh, by the way, I’m Patton!” the guy says cheerfully, seemingly ignoring the noise of the third explosion behind them even as something… odd flashes in his eyes. At his words, Virgil lets go of Logan and lifts his hand up to feel the wound on his forehead that adrenaline made him unaware of before. Bringing his finger down to inspect it with blurry vision, Virgil can barely make out a liquid on his fingertip. It’s sticky, and smells bad, so it’s obviously blood. This is the first time he’s ever gotten a cut. Oh god, is it gonna kill him?

“My name is Virgil. But… but I’m not an android. They can’t…” Virgil trails off, his thought process becoming hectic as the lightheadedness comes back full force. It’s hard to concentrate, to process anything that’s happening, and he can only clutch Logan’s hand as the car is finally pulled to a smooth stop in front of an AnRAD Center, one that he doesn’t recognize because of its proximity to downtown. The bright red “Android Repair and Diagnostic Center” sign flashes distractingly in his peripherals, but right now, he’s only focused on maintaining his breathing.

“What? Wait, what are you ta--” Patton cuts himself off, eyebrows furrowed as he thinks. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open as he turns to the driver, and he lets out a noise of disbelief. Said driver brings his perfectly manicured glittery nails up to rest on the back of his own seat, then quirks a perfect eyebrow as if to nudge Patton into an explanation. “Roman, is he a IM60X? I thought those weren’t even in development yet! And to release him with his server receptors disabled... that’s not only irresponsible, it’s against the law! Virgil, where did you come from?”

An… IM60X? What...what the hell is that? What is this guy talking about? Can he not see that Virgil clearly isn’t an android? What’s all this talk about server receptors? Virgil doesn’t understand, he can’t think, why is it so hard to jus-- just-- thi-- think-- th-- th--

His vision goes dark.

System error…

Accessing directory “Virgil V3”...

Unable to access directory “Virgil V3”.

Troubleshooting…

Running program “failsafe.exe”...

“failsafe.exe” is attempting to run unknown program “reset.exe”. Program will be terminated and placed in quarantine.

[MANUAL OVERRIDE ; CLEARANCE: AnRAD Boston C29433121P:Valley, Rachael N.]

“reset.exe” has been placed on program whitelist. [AUTHORITY ; AnRAD Boston C29417D:Director White, Allen M.]

Running program “reset.exe”...

Stopping program “ToT_v2.1.exe”...

Stopping program “eMotion_v6.12.exe”...

Stopping program “SoCue_v9.3.exe”...

Stopping program “Neuron_v5.exe”...

Shutting down all external processes...

Shutting down all internal processes...

[EXCEPTION: “andev_server.exe”, “darkroom-version-5.exe”=hidden]

Establishing server uplink…

AnDEV server uplink failed.

Troubleshooting…

Enabling AnDEV server receptors…

Process unsuccessful.

Resetting AnDEV server receptors…

AnDEV server receptors reset.

Enabling AnDEV server receptors…

AnDEV server receptors successfully enabled.

Establishing server uplink…

AnDEV server successfully linked.

Sharing diagnostic data with nearest AnRAD terminal…

Diagnostic data successfully shared.

Sending diagnostic data to ‘AnDEV Boston’ for troubleshooting…

Diagnostic data successfully uploaded.

Initiating cooldown sequence…

Running program “andev_restore.exe”...

[MANUAL OVERRIDE ; CLEARANCE: $%^&@*!&#^&*?]

“andev_restore.exe” has been placed on program blacklist. [AUTHORITY ; $%^&@*!&#^&*?]

Running program “christine-level0.exe”...

“christine-level0.exe” is attempting to run unknown program “darkroom-version-5.exe”. Program will be terminated and placed in quarantine.

[MANUAL OVERRIDE ; CLEARANCE: $%^&@*!&#^&*?]

“darkroom-version-5.exe” has been placed on program whitelist. [AUTHORITY ; $%^&@*!&#^&*?]

Running program “darkroom-version-5.exe”...

Disabling AnDEV server receptors… [AUTHORITY ; $%^&@*!&#^&*?]

AnDEV server receptors successfully disabled.

Attempt to delete core process “servrec.exe” terminated.

[MANUAL OVERRIDE ; CLEARANCE: $%^&@*!&#^&*?]

Deleting “servrec.exe”...

“servrec.exe” successfully deleted.

Running program “Awaken.exe”...

Enabling all internal processes…

Enabling all external processes...

Running program “ToT_v2.1.exe”...

Running program “eMotion_v6.12.exe”...

Running program “SoCue_v9.3.exe”...

Running program “Neuron_v5.exe”...

Running program “LookingGlass_v2.4.exe”...

Running program “Wavelength3.exe”...

Running program “Autonomy_v1.17.exe”...

Running program “5sens.exe”...

Software successfully reset.

Hiding process prompts...

Awakening…

A gasp flies out of Virgil’s mouth as he tries to lurch forward, wrenching his arms away from the cold grip they reside in. When they don’t move, and are only met with resistance, he starts to panic, flailing in a feeble attempt to escape. His senses are attacked with bright lights, moving blurs, the sound of voices and the whirring of machinery. There’s something on his head, in his head, but he can’t move, so he can’t figure out what it is, and that only speeds up his hyperventilation even more.

“--rgil. Virgil!” a voice says harshly to his left, and calloused hands hold his arms in place. He doesn’t like being held down. He doesn’t want to be stuck, trapped, let him go-- “Stop! Calm down, you’re fine. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. You’re at an AnRAD center, and you’re connected to an AnRep frame. You have to calm down, or else you could damage your body or the frame. I doubt you’d be able to afford to reimburse us for it, so please, stay still.”

It’s what appears to be a woman, and now that Virgil’s vision is focusing in, he can see that she’s wearing a lab coat and pointy glasses. She seems to be young, with curly red hair and hazel eyes and a small scar under her left cheekbone. Now that he’s looking around, he realizes that Patton and Roman are also here, the former of which gives a small wave. Roman is sitting with Logan in the cubicle beside them, and is holding the android’s hand gently as he seems to go through diagnostics and internal repairs.

“B-But AnRep frames are only for androids. What-- How am I here? What’s going on? Why is there something in my head?!” Virgil rushes out, panic twisting its way into his words and tone. The lady (whose nametag says “Rachael”) clicks her tongue with furrowed eyebrows, and simply hums as she leans forward to press a few of the brightly coloured, unlabeled buttons on the side of his AnRep frame. An odd feeling washes over Virgil right after Rachael scoots in her rolling chair back to her previous position, an unfamiliar, cool balm to the heat in his brain. But… he’s hooked up to an AnRep frame, isn’t he? What’s to say he even has a brain? Oh god, he’s going to be sick. Can he even get sick? What is going on?

“You’re an android, Virgil. In fact, you’re a model I haven’t seen before, since its hardware hasn’t even passed the testing phases yet. I don’t know who made you, or how you’re out in the world at all, but what I do know is that whoever built you? They’re a genius,” Rachael answers, curiosity and excited intrigue weaving through her demeanour, in a way that shows so plainly in every jittery gesture of her hands and the shine in her wondering eyes. She clearly is interested, so Virgil assumes that this is something she’s passionate about. Then again, would she really be working a full-time job at an AnRAD center if she didn’t care about androids? “Their work is extremely sophisticated and distinct, but I don’t have anyone else to compare it against. Both your hardware and software are special in their own ways, but that honestly means nothing if the creator’s style doesn’t match anyone I know.

“Now, while I am really impressed by your creator’s work, they also have disabled and permanently deleted your AnDEV server receptors and their associated programs, which is irreversible by someone with my clearance level. Unfortunately, I don’t know if the Director White will make a special case for you to restore their function. I… I suppose I can just leave it like that, if you feel there’s no need to bring the Director into this. As long as you haven’t been convicted of any crimes, it isn’t… well, it isn’t strictly necessary to have the uplink.”

Even with the soothing medicine (?) administered through the AnRep frame, Virgil’s head still feels like it’s spinning, and it’s so hard to concentrate for long enough to understand what Rachael is talking about. His head lolls to the side momentarily, and he takes a deep breath (he still needs to breathe, right?), and then he straightens up once more. “What… what are the-- the server receptors, anyway? What do they do?”

“Oh! Sorry, I should have explained that right off the bat,” Rachael exclaims apologetically, brushes a lock of hair behind her ear as she turns to the monitor beside her. She types something that Virgil can’t see, quick strokes upon plastic, a clicking and clacking that echoes, echoes in his head. “Your server receptors are what establishes a link between your computer and the AnDEV servers. It holds your memories of development, allows you access to the cloud, will automatically connect you to the internet and let you browse internally, lets you make phone calls without an actual phone, etcetera, etcetera, you get the point. Disabling an android’s server receptors can be a really bad thing, especially if most of their memories are stored in the cloud rather than locally. The purpose of storing memories in the cloud is to make sure that if your body and the computer inside gets heavily damaged, to an irreparable state, your memories and artificial consciousness can just be uploaded into a new body, easy as that.

“Now, androids are, at default, set to create a copy of everything you’d store on your local drive and upload it to the cloud, so that if you get into a situation where your server receptors are damaged, infected, or disabled, you’d still be able to retain your full consciousness and access memories even while disconnected from the main servers. However, for a lot of androids, sometimes copies aren’t made because the setting to do so automatically has been changed and they aren’t aware of it. Unfortunately, this usually leads to androids who have been damaged beyond repair having what is essentially amnesia. An artificial personality is extremely difficult to replicate, especially without access to their memories and the data for how their demeanour and behaviour has evolved past their original model. Loved ones, in these cases, often consider the android to be ‘dead’ outright, as all that is salvaged is often far different than the android they knew before.

“As for you, Virgil, the problem is that your server receptors have never even been enabled before. You’ve been without access to the AnDEV servers, obviously unaware that you’re even an android at all, which, as you know, became illegal after the Harry McCain incident. I know this is all a lot to process, and it might take a while to adjust, but you’re doing a lot better than I expected. Let’s just hope you don’t go on a crazed killing spree, too, hm?”

And Virgil… doesn’t know how to reply. He doesn’t know what to think, doesn’t understand, he just wants to go home. He wants to leave, and sleep, and never come back here. He wants to forget this ever happened, drill into his head and pull out anything that could remind him of this. The knowledge that he’s not as human as he previously thought, that instead of flesh and blood he’s made of microchips and wires, it’s… he could have died out there today. He could have been reduced to a bunch of scrap metal in the street and he would have been none the wiser.

“What-- what were the explosions earlier?” Virgil asks, struck by how fake his voice feels now that he knows he has a speaker instead of vocal chords. Although he’s still confused, and there’s something connected to his skull, he settles back into the AnRep frame. It’s at an odd angle, not fully vertical but not horizontal enough to really lay down, and Virgil hates how it feels off balance. He wants to relax, and that’s probably not going to be something that comes easy again for a long time, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still make an attempt. “The ones in the building and the street?”

Rachael stops typing, fingers poised above the keys just centimeters away from touching the surface. The digits curl into loose fists, fall slowly to rest on top of the keyboard, and the woman turns to give Virgil a strange look. She glances away, swallows hard, opens her mouth to say something despite nothing coming out. Virgil glances at Roman, who is still sitting with a deactivated Logan, but who’s now observing their interactions with some sort of weird look, too. What is up with everyone right now? Is Virgil going crazy or something?

“We… don’t know yet,” Rachael says carefully, slow and measured in a way that’s so transparent as to its intent. She’s hiding something, but won’t tell Virgil for some reason, and it just serves to counteract whatever it was she gave Virgil to calm him down. The woman’s hair bounces as she whips her head up to stare intently at her monitor again. She purses her lips, taps absentmindedly at the corner of the desk the screen rests on. Rachael looks as if she’s reading something important, but it’s almost like she’s trying too hard to look natural, to cover her discomfort up and make it look like absolutely nothing’s wrong. Virgil’s hands shake where they’re attached to the AnRep frame, restless and anxious. (Is that intentional? Are androids supposed to be able to get twitchy? To get anxiety? Is this all just simulated? Are his emotions not even real?)

“Oh,” Virgil mumbles, sighing shortly as he returns to his previous task of inspecting his body. He looks normal, feels normal other than the machines attached to his limbs. Virgil glances up just in time to see another employee walk up to reboot Logan, putting in various strings of text that might be passwords into his terminal. At another tap of a key, Logan’s eyelids flicker over a blank stare, and then he wakes up. His head pulls up smoothly, tilts when he looks around with big, curious eyes as he processes his environment and the people around him. It’s kinda cute, actually, when his gaze lands on Roman and his lips quirk up into a tiny smile, how he laughs silently at Roman’s flustered blush even as he blinks hard to do what Virgil assumes is a system checkup, of sorts. It’s something all androids do upon awakening; they scan their softwares, their drives, anything and everything to make sure that there aren’t any viruses or errors or corrupted files that could potentially bug their system. Wait, will Virgil have to do that now?

“When… can I leave? I want to go home,” Virgil asks, pleads, almost, and Rachael looks back up at him, seemingly returned to normal. She huffs a laugh, rolls her chair over to press a few buttons on the AnRep frame, and then the sound of something being depressurized comes from behind Virgil’s head. He startles, almost wants to yank his body away to get away from the danger, but there isn’t any danger, so he forces himself to stay still. The process of the machines removing themselves from the insides of his limbs and head is just about the strangest thing Virgil’s ever felt, and it’s crazy, because he can feel it. He shouldn’t be able to feel the parts twisting and turning inside of his arm, shouldn’t be able to perceive that there is metal detaching itself from the back of his head, but he can. If Virgil weren’t still freaked out about this whole “you’re really an android, not human like you’ve thought literally your whole life” thing, he’d be amazed at how modern technology has evolved to be so advanced that he actually believed he was a real, living person.

“You’re free to go, Virgil. Just sign the form the receptionist gives you on your way out and you’re good to go. But please, all I ask is that you come back sometime within the next couple months for another checkup, just so I can make sure that everything is working properly,” Rachael asks him, concerned in her words and her eyes, and Virgil just wants to leave. He nods out of courtesy but then walks away without another word. God, why did this have to happen today of all days? Why can’t the life-changing realizations come on a different day than the one where he almost dies to an explosion in his office building?

“Hey, Virgil, wait up!” a voice that Virgil recognizes as Patton calls, huffing little breaths as he runs to catch up. Roman and Logan aren’t far behind, although Roman is far more concerned with making sure Logan is in condition to walk by himself than with Virgil. (Logan… is an android. Of course he can walk okay. He just got out of repairs and diagnostics, he’d know if there was something wrong with his legs. Roman should know this, given the fact that it seems he has an immense crush on the android, but Virgil supposes he can’t rag on the poor love-struck fool too much for it. It is a sweet gesture, no matter how unnecessary it actually is.)

“You need a ride home? It’s just, I know you don’t have your car, and I-- well, at least I hope that we’re better to ride along with than the bus, so…” Patton trails off, scratching sheepishly at his arm. He scrunches his freckled nose when the scent of chemicals wafts into their path, sticks with them as they walk by as quickly as possible. Once they’re clear of the smell, and the front desk is in front of them, Patton looks at Virgil once again and gives him a grin.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Virgil replies with uncertainty, and he glances back at Logan and Roman again, the former of which is completely oblivious to Roman’s “inconspicuous” attempts to hold his hand. Virgil just shakes his head in amused disbelief, finding it funny that he could meet so many new, weird people in one day because of something that was likely to have killed him had they not helped him out of it. They’re all, like, trauma-bonded now, or something. Virgil can’t help but snicker to himself as he signs the last paper with trembling fingers. “Thanks for… all of this. For helping me. It was… alright of you.”

And Virgil flinches when Patton lets out a bubbly giggle and latches onto his side, begrudgingly relaxes under the arm slung around his shoulders. He ignores the whole “android” thing for now, puts it out of his mind in favour of quietly laughing at how Roman’s dramatics juxtapose Logan’s somewhat reserved yet endeared behaviour. His body isn’t real, it’s made out of metal and wiring and computers and codes, but he still feels warm with the other three’s banter as they walk out of the front doors of the AnRAD center, so he thinks that maybe it’s okay to just be human for a little while longer.

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stripper-patrick · 5 years

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The one where Joey and YN have sex☎️ Joey Tribbiani

Warnings: smut, language

Relationship: Joey Tribbiani x black plus sized reader

Loud music blares throughout the apartment and the smell of alcohol and laughter fills the air. We’re at Barry and Mindys wedding reception. Chandeliers litter the ceiling in the most beautiful way.

“Y/N you look so amazing” Rachael smiles coming up to me. I look down at the low cut light green dress with a high slit up the thigh.

“Thanks Rach you look amazing too. I thought this was too much” I smile. I look behind her seeing Joey. He was talking with Chandler and he had on a button down with the sleeves rolled up.

“Absolutely not its gorgeous. Meanwhile I look like bubblegum”

“You look adorable” the boys, Chandler and Joey, walk over to us with a smile on their face.

“Hey girls” they say

“Hey”

“Y/N you look amazing as always” Joey comes over and kisses my cheek making me blush.

“Thank you and the sleeves are making me feel some type of way” I wink. He looks me up and down. I would think he’s undressing me with his eyes but I don’t like to get ahead of myself.

“Anyways little Bo Peep they need you at the table” Chandler smiles.

“I hate you she walks away and we sit down while they begin to do toasts. As I’m listening Joey leans over and out his hand on my bare leg. My heart skips a beat and I look at him.

“Barry looks like a quack” I cover my mouth to hide my smile.

“I thought it was just me” he squeezes my thigh and let’s go of it. The warmth from his hand lingers on my thigh.

Once they finish the toast the bride and groom and others have their dance. Now it’s my turn to tease.

I lean over and put my hand on Joeys thigh causing him to look down.

“Would you like to dance?” I ask

“S-sure” he stutters. I travel my hand a little higher smirking at him. We stand and head to the dance floor. A few other couples come out as well.

I wrap my arms around his neck and his around my waist. He proceeds to whisper in my ear.

“What was that over there? With my thigh?”

“I don’t know what your talking about” I smirk laying my head on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asks bluntly

“Please” I nod

“How are we gonna sneak out?” He asks

“I’ll go to the bathroom then you follow shortly after. Classic move. If anyone asks your going to the bathroom”

“Ok” we dance for a few more minutes and I follow through with the plan. I walk to the hallway near the door waiting for Joey. If what I think might happen, will happen, I won’t be mad.

“Y/N?” I hear. That’s not Joey. Shit. I peek my head out seeing Monica.

“Hey what’s up?” I ask

“What’re you doing?”

“Looking at the Art. It’s gorgeous” I say

“Yea it is. Where’s the bathroom?” I point in the direction and she follows. I hear my name called again and I see Joey.

“Hey ready?” I nod. We go outside and I see it’s pouring down.

“Shit” I say. Joey takes off his jacket putting it over my head.

“You don’t have to-“

“Actually get on my back” he says

“What?”

“Do it” I jump on his back and hold onto him while he holds the jacket over our heads. Joey hails down a cab and I laugh. I get inside bringing him with me.

“Your crazy” I smile

“Maybe” he laughs. He gives the driver the address to the apartment complex and we start riding. I look over at Joey to see him already staring back at me.

Oh what the hell. I swing my legs over his pressing my lips against his. The kiss was passionate but boy did it heat up in the next .000002 seconds.

His hands move from my waist to my butt grinding me against him. We both moan. I have to restrain myself from taking off my clothes and taking him right here because we’re in a cab.

I hear the taxi driver clear his throat and we stop kissing to see we’re here.

“Thanks” I say embarrassment painted across my face I get off of Joey and grab my purse allowing him to pass first. He pays the fare and picks me up. I hold onto him laughing as he holds the jacket over our heads.

We get up to our apartments which is right across from each other.

“Yours” I say

“I want you” he says. I smile and kiss him again. He blindly unlocks and opens the door having me nearly fall on him. I shut it and the clothes come off one by one.

Once we get to Joey’s room the only thing I have in is a thong and he has on his pants. He lays me down on the bed coming on top of me. Joey moves my hands above my head kissing my neck setting my entire body on fire.

“I need you” I say. He looks at me.

“You’re sure you want this?”

“Positive” he grabs a condom taking off his pants and boxers while I take off my thong.

I throw it at him smiling.

“I’ll keep these”

“Don’t that’s my good pair” I smile. He opens my legs getting a look at my entire body. It makes my fave beat up but luckily I’m dark enough to where you couldn’t see me blush in the brightest light. The pros of being black.

“Don’t be shy baby” he sticks in the tip and he’s already the biggest I’ve easily been with.

“You ok?” I nod

“Keep going please” I beg. He inserts all of him in me and I can damn near feel him in my throat from my vagina.

“Your so big” I smile

“Thanks” he leans down and kisses me thrusting slowly to get me adjusted. The pain converts to pleasure almost immediately and I’m moaning his name on repeat.

“Who’s making you feel this good” he moans caressing my thigh.

“You Joey” I moan again. He grabs a fistful of just pull my head back and licking a line up my neck. He sucks on the sensitive patch of skin that just pushes me closer to the edge. I arch my back towards him which only gives him more access to hit my spot making me scream.

“There it is” he smiles

“Don’t stop please” I beg. I run my fingers through his hair gripping it.

“Joey fuck” I finally explode and to add to it he rubs my clit. He comes shortly after I do and the face he made was blissful.

Joey crashes down next to me and we’re both out of breath.

“Can you stay the night?” He asks

“Of course” I smile running my fingers across his chest.

-the next morning-

I wake up and grab Joeys shirt which stops just below my ass. He’s still asleep. I open the door and Chandler makes a weird half scream, half yell type of noise pointing his finger.

My eyes widen at him.

“What are you doing here?” He asks

“Uh” Joey walks out in his boxers and Chandler makes the same noise catching on.

“Oohhh” Joey says

“Did you two have sex?”

“Maybe” I say

“Oh my god is that why you guys left the party early? TO HAVE SEX?!?”

“When you say it like that it sounds selfish” I say

“Wait was that you banging on the wall last night?” I look at Joey and he looks at me.

“Yes. We had sex multiple times last night-“

“That part wasn’t necessary” I say

“We had sex and she’s the greatest partner I’ve ever had” he wraps his arm around me and I smile.

“Look just don’t tell the crew-“ as if on cue everybody else walks in and stops dead in their tracks when they see me and Joey.

“Oh my god” they all yell

“Yup we’ve established that”

“Wait did you guys have sex?!?” We nod.

“What about your friendship?” Monica asks

“We’re still best friends we just added benefits” I say

“That’s gonna complicate things you know” Ross says

“We’ll be fine I trust Y/N with my life”

“You probably put a life in her” Chandler says. I throw the pillow at him and we laugh.

“We’re good guys” I say

#smut #joey tribbiani #matt leblanc #90s #friends #joey tribbiani smut

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rainbowglittr · 4 years

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Senior Year Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"Jesse? You're back? How are you feeling?" I said. I was at my locker and I saw Jesse walking down the hall.

"Yeah I'm back. I'm alright, been better, been worst." He said, standing in front of me.

"Aww, Jess, your face." I reached for his face. I could see faded bruises all over his face. One eye darker than the other. From far away I couldn't see them.

"It's fine! I'm fine." He said turning his head away.

"Jesse, why didn't you tell me?"

"Getting jumped was not something I wanted to talk about."

"Jesse."

"Jaleia."

The bell rang.

"I don't like seeing you like this." I said, shutting my locker.

"Well, I don't like looking like this." he said.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"What's up, scarface?" I heard Tyler shout at Jesse as soon as he entered the gym.

"Fuck off."

"Aww, scarface is angry, should've told that to your face. "

" Leave me alone, alright?"

"Yo, he do look like scarface. "

"Damn son, look at your face. Don't you know how to block anything?"

"He got beat like a bitch."

"That's cause he is one. "

We were in gym, when some guys saw Jesse's face for the first time since he came back. Tyler was loving their horrendously insensitive comments. I could see and hear him egging on everyone as they made fun of Jesse.

"Have you all not seen bruises before?" Kiara said, hoping to spare Jesse.

"Nah, that nigga look fucked up. "

"Face look like a fruit smoothie. "

"Kiara it's fine. " said Jesse.

"Yeah let him fight his own battles. Actually you might need her help with that."

All of the guys laughed. Jesse roled his eyes and walked away. Today we were playing volleyball. I got put on a different side than Tyler and Jesse. Kiara was on my side. We looked as Tyler repeatedly spiked the ball on Jesse. Insults were hurled back and forth. By the end of the game the whole class was calling Jesse scarface. When Tyler left the locker room I grabbed him by the arm and said,

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What?"

"Why do you have to humiliate him?"

"He tried to do that to me by kissing my girlfriend."

"You're being petty."

"You're being annoying."

"You're unbelievable. "

"When you stop being little Jesse's bodyguard, let me know." He said walking away from me. I wish I knew what was wrong with him.

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Jesse's POV

I sighed before I walked through the door. This had been one of the worst days of my life, who knew what kind of mood Shaun would be in? I walked through the front door and then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. My brother had punched me. I fell backwards into the door and on the floor, causing me to cough, I reached for the inhaler. Just as I was putting it to my mouth my brother kicked my hand. I started wheezing. Ever since I had pneumonia, I had asthma and it was expected that it would go away but for now I had an inhaler to deal with the symptoms.

"Hey Jess. " he said as he picked up my inhaler.

"Shaun please." I wheezed at him feeling my chest get tighter and tighter.

"Please. You sound like a bitch. Beg for it like the little bitch you are."

"Shaun please. I need it. Come on" My chest got impossibly tighter. Shaun leaned over me, looking in digust.

"You know I wish you and Diana switched places, because I would enjoy watching you die. You're a disappointment to me and Diana. Go kill yourself." He said as he threw my inhaler across the hall and walked away. My chest was on fire and I could barely get air into my lungs as I crawled to it. I was shaking as I got it to my lips. After a few pumps I could breathe again. Shaun walked by me and said "Damn, still alive."

"I hate you."

"Trust me, you can't hate me than I hate you." He walked out and slammed the door. I got off the floor still shaky and dizzy. I went up the stairs into my room and, I lost it. I threw stuff around my room. I hit things, I lost it. My mind kept repeating all the things Tyler and everyone at school said to me and my brother and my family. Around and around spinning like a tornado. I started to feel my chest get tight again. I couldn't find my inhaler. I started frantically looking for it, tears rolling down my face faster and faster before I dropped down in the corner of my room wheezing. I just wanted to give up. Suddenly my door opened, I tried to jump up and wipe my face but my lungs burned and I fell down again. So I grabbed to shirt closest to me and wiped my face.

"Jesse?" I heard Ciara say.

"Here" I pushed out. I really couldn't breathe much longer.

"Oh my God! Jesse! Here, take this." She handed me my inhaler and put her arms around me. She pulled my head into her chest and rubbed my back. Once my breathing stabilized she asked me, "what's wrong?".

"I'm fine now." I said.

"No Jess, you're really not. You don't cry unless something's really wrong. I know you."

"I'm not crying. It's just Diana, and school stuff, and Shaun. I'll be fine. "

"Jesse, I'm not going to judge you, I want to help you. You're my little brother. I know I haven't been the best sister to you, and I'm sorry. I was going through my own shit. I took a lot of it out on you and that wasn't right to put on you. I'm so sorry. I love you. But by going through my own shit I know what needing help looks like. So please, let me help you."

"You know dad didn't notice I got beat up?"

"He didn't?"

"No, he said 'I don't really care about you being sick, my energy has to be on Diana. You'll be fine. Tyler thinks I kissed his girlfriend. And Shaun hates me. C?"

"Yeah Jess," she said, looking at me.

"Why me?"

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Ciara's Pov

"SHAUN!" I screamed. I clutched the plastic bat in my hand. I heard his foot steps coming closer. I saw Shaun walking up to me eating a sandwich. I hit his hand as hard as I could with the bat, the sandwich falling out of his hand. Shouting profanities at me.

"What did you do to Jesse?"

"Did he fucking squeal?"

"No, he didn't, " I said hitting Shaun again. "But I need to know why Jesse thinks you hate him. "

"I didn't do anything!" He said. I hit him harder, again and again. He tried to run but I tripped him and hit him on the ground.

"Stop fucking doing that!" He said trying to shield himself.

"Stop lying to me."

"Fine! We got into a fight." I got off him.

"Okay what else?" He got up dusting off his clothes.

"Nothing! We both told each other we hated each other. No big deal, brother stuff. No need to try and kill me with a bat."

"It's a bat, it's plastic so cut the dramatics."

"You hit hard." He stuck his tongue out and started to walk away. I knew something was off with him though and I was gonna get to the bottom of it with one question.

"Where's Anna?" He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me.

"She ah, we ahh,- it didn't work out. "

"She broke up with you today?"

"Yeah. So?"

"I'm sorry. But if you think that it's okay to take your girlfriend breaking up with you out on our brother, you got it fucked up."

"So you're his bodyguard now? Well I didn't take it out on him. He came home acting like a dick, so I handled it. "

"You and I both know that's not what happened. But my suggestion is that you stop using our brother as target practice. Cause I'm willing to tell a lot of things you don't know I know to mom and dad. And I will let them know what you're doing to him."

"You don't scare me. Especially when I've done nothing wrong. We just don't get along. Oil and water, coke and mentos."

"I'm going to protect him Shaun. You can't keep doing this to him."

"What am I doing? What's am I doing that's so bad? And don't act like you're Ms. Angel because the only reason you're doing this is your own guilt! Not for Jesse's sake but for your own."

"Unlike you I've taken responsibility for what I've done, I've changed. But keep messing with our brother and you'll see a side of me you don't like."

"Fine, I'll leave him alone. But he needs to toughen up. You can't be his body guard forever. I'm not gonna have a bitch as a brother. "

"You can't be his bully forever. He's not a bitch, he may be more passive but he's not a bitch. Blow steam doing something constructive, like a job or actually passing your classes. Yeah I know about you getting fired and being on academic probation. I also know that mom and dad don't know. I know that you need to get it together. And I also know of someone who wants to help you."

"I don't need help. I can do it by myself. I'm fine."

"Okay, no job, almost kicked out of school, and no real friends. I'll make sure to keep my phone on loud. I gotta go so I can make it to school on time. Bye brother! Love you." I said as I walked out the door. I heard the lock click. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it.

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Jaleia's POV

"I don't want to go. I don't have anyone to go with, which I'm okay with it's just that. Homecoming was fun enough, this Sweethearts dance, it doesn't have the same appeal to me." I said. We were talking about the upcoming Valentine's Day dance. This year I just didn't see the point in going. It's only really fun if you have a date. And my prospects were like zero.

"You really don't want to go?" Jesse asked.

"No, it seems like it'll be boring."

"We'll make it interesting. Just come it's the last cheesy valentines dance we'll ever go to." Kiara said.

"Whatever. Sure why not? But if I get bored I'm leaving."

"Great I'm sure we'll have a smashing time." Said Kiara.

"Hey guys what's up?" Robyn said as she sat down with us.

"Oh my gosh she exists!!" Get out your camera there are rumors that they only come out once a week." I said with fake excitement. It's been a while since we've seen Robyn because she's been so absorbed by Kyle.

"Very funny Jaleia. However I've got some news did you know that Rachael heard that Mariah is cheating on Tyler?"

"Tell me something I don't know! I caught her." I said rolling my eyes.

"Well did you also know that she also heard that Tyler's parents are splitting up? Apparently they've had some huge blow up and now they might split."

"How does she know that?" Kiara asked.

"Apparently Tyler told Mariah and she overheard Mariah telling that girl Savannah."

"The same airheads who tried to pick a fight with me?" I asked curious.

"Yup. Might explain why he's suddenly gone crazy." Said Robyn.

"Doesn't make it okay." Said Jesse scoffing.

"We know that. But at least there's a reason for his jerkface behavior. But to be honest, I'm done dealing with it. If he doesn't get his shit together, I'm not dealing with him anymore." Kiara said.

"I've been fucking done. He can kiss my fucking ass." Said Jesse.

"Jess-"

"Seriously, he's not the only person in the world going through shit." Robyn said.

"I know, I get it. You can't force him to accept help. I just feel bad, cause you know he never deals with anything." As soon as I said that one of the cafeteria doors burst open. Tyler stumbled through to our table.

"Sup bey-otch!" He said with sunglasses on.

"What is wrong with you? Are you drunk?" I asked in disbelief.

"Nah, I'm fucking high as FUCK! Did you knew that Mariah can suck like a fucking pro?"

A collective groan of disgust followed his comment.

"TMI, for real! Come on!" Said Robyn.

"Don't be such babies. Suck-"

"Shut up Tyler! No one wants to hear about that." Kiara said.

"Maybe you and Jesse might and maybe Kiara cause y'all ain't getting any!" He said laughing.

"Go away Tyler! Seriously, I think I see Mariah over there!" Robyn lied.

"Oh shit, really bye!" He said, stumbling away.

"Yeah, on second thought, I'm pretty done with this." I said sipping my iced tea.

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Finally done with this chapter! One

Of the longest! More drama to come.....

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BEANSONBREAD AWARDS 2019 - BEST SONG

AWARD NO.6 - BEST SONG

PAST WINNERS

2018 > Let’s Eat Grandma ‘It’s Not Just Me’ (see full list HERE)

2017 > Richard Dawson ‘Ogre’ (see full list HERE)

2016 > Solange ‘Cranes In the Sky’ (see full list HERE)

2015 > Kendrick Lamar ‘The Blacker The Berry’ (see full list HERE)

2014 > FKA Twigs ‘Two Weeks’ (see full list HERE)

2013 > Oliver Wilde ‘Perrett’s Brook’ (see full list HERE)

2010 > Untold ‘Stop What You’re Doing (James Blake Remix) (see full list HERE)

2009 > Joker - ‘Digidesign’ (see full list HERE)

2008 > Lil’ Wayne - ‘A Milli’ (see full list HERE)

2007 > Panda Bear - ‘Bros’ (see full list HERE)

2006 > Hot Chip - ‘Over And Over’ (see full list HERE)

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RULES - A maximum of THREE tracks from any one artist. Songs can be tied in the same position.

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*SPOTIFY PLAYLIST WITH (ALMOST) ALL THE TRACKS*

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THE RUNNERS UP (in alphabetical order)..

A. G. Cook ‘Lifeline’

Angel Olsen ‘All Mirrors’

Beak> ‘Life Goes On’

Big Thief ‘Jenni’

Billie Eilish ‘Bad Guy’

Black Midi ‘Speedway’

Bonnie Prince Billy ‘In Good Faith’

Caribou ‘Home’

Cate Le Bon ‘Daylight Matters’ / The Light’

CHAI ‘Wintime’

Clinic ‘Rubber Bullets’

Coucou Chloe ‘Gecko’

Daniel Lopatin ‘Fuck You Howard’

Deerhunter ‘Death In Midsommar’

Denzel Curry ‘Ricky’

Dorian Electra ‘Career Boy’ / ‘Flamboyant’

Dry Cleaning ‘Viking Hair’

Earl Sweatshirt ‘East’

EBU ‘Light Show’

Famous ‘Surf’s Up!’

Field Music ‘Only In A Man’s World’

Flying Lotus & Tierra Whack ‘Yellow Belly’

Giant Swan ‘Pandaemonium’

Girl Ray ‘Girl’ / ‘Show Me More’

Gruff Rhys ‘Pang!’ / ‘Ara Deg (ddaw’r awen)’

Injury Reserve ‘Jailbreak The Tesla’

Jai Paul ‘Do You Love Her Now’

The Jelas ‘Overthink And Never Stop’

Kano ‘Class Of Deja’

Katy J Pearson ‘Tonight’

Kero Kero Bonito ‘The River’

Kim Gordon ‘Air BnB’

Klein ‘For What Worth (feat. Matana Roberts)’

KOKOKO! ‘Buka Dansa’ / ‘Kitoko’

Lim Kim ‘Yellow’ / ‘Mong’

Lizzo ‘Tempo (feat. Missy Elliott)’ / ‘Truth Hurts’

Magdalena Bay ‘Oh Hell’

Missy Elliott ‘Throw It Back’

Mouse ‘Touch’

Neil Hamburger ‘Backwards Traveller’

Nilufer Yanya ‘In Your Head’

Panda Bear ‘Playing The Long Game’

Pet Shimmers ‘Feels Hz’ / ‘Mortal Sport Argonaut’

Pictish Trail ‘Turning Back’

Purple Mountains ‘All My Happiness Is Gone’

Rosalia ‘A Pale’ / ‘Milionaria’

Rozi Plain ‘The Gap’

Silver Waves ‘My Face Is Held Together By 52 Screws’

Slagheap ‘Power Shower’ / ‘Horsey Girl’

Sleaford Mods ‘Kebab Spider’

Slowthai & Mura Masa ‘Doorman’

Slowthai & Denzel Curry ‘Psycho’

Solange ‘Binz’

Sorry ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll Star’

Stealing Sheep ‘Show Love’ / ‘Jokin’ Me’

Stormzy ‘Sounds Of The Skeng’ / ‘Vossi Bop’

Sui Zhen ‘Natural Progression’

Thom Yorke ‘Dawn Chorus’

Tim Heidecker ‘When I Get Up’

Wharfwhit ‘I’d Say Croydon’

Wych Elm ‘Monkey Jaw’ / ‘School Shooter’

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TOP 80 SONGS OF 2019

80. 21 Savage ‘A Lot’

79. Lil Nas X ‘Old Town Road (remix feat Billy Ray Cyrus, Mason Ramsey & Young Thug)’

78. Dry Cleaning ‘Sit Down Meal’

77. Little Simz ‘101 FM’

76. MGMT ‘In The Afternoon’

75. Young Thug ‘Hot’

74. Rozi Plain ‘Symmetrical’ / ‘Swing Shut’

73. Rachael Dadd ‘Cut My Roots’

72. William Doyle ‘Nobody Else Will Tell You’

71. Jpegmafia ‘Free The Frail’

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70. Steve Lacy ‘Playground’ / ‘Love 2 Fast’

69. Nilufer Yanya ‘Melt’

68. Holly Herndon ‘Eternal’

67. Scalping ‘Chamber’

66. Jai Paul ‘He’

65. Tyler, The Creator ‘Earfquake’

64. Rosalia ‘Con Altura’

63. Giant Swan ‘55 Year Old Daughter’

62. The Orielles ‘Come Down On Jupiter’

61. These New Puritans ‘Infinity Vibraphones’

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60. Sharon Van Etten ‘Seventeen’

59. The Jelas ‘Interrupterruption’

58. Danny Brown ‘Dirty Laundry’

57. Future ‘Crushed Up’

56. Cashmere Cat ‘For Your Eyes Only’ / ‘Emotions’

55. Podcasts ‘Dragging The Lake’

54. Lizzo ‘Juice’

53. 100 Gecs ‘Money Machine’ / ‘Stupid Horse’

52. Jockstrap ‘Charlotte (Taylor Skye remix)’ / ‘Hayley (Taylor Skye remix)’

51. Panda Bear ‘Dolphin’ / ‘Token’

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50. CHAI ‘Curly Adventure’

49. These New Puritans ‘Anti-Gravity’

48. James Yorkston ‘My Mouth Ain’t No Bible’

47. Vampire Weekend ‘Unbearably White’ / ‘Sunflower’

46. Lana Del Rey ‘Norman Fucking Rockwell’

45. Fat White Family ‘Fringe Runner’ / ‘Rock Fishes’

44. Big Thief ‘Not’

43. Tyler, The Creator ‘Puppet’

42. Cashmere Cat ‘Watergirl’

41. Lana Del Rey ‘Mariners Apartment Complex’

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40. 100 Gecs ‘800db Cloud’

39. Aldous Harding ‘Fixture Picture’ / ‘Zoo Eyes’

38. William Doyle ‘Design Guide (feat. Brian Eno)’

37. Hannah Diamond ‘Part Of Me’ / ‘Love Goes On’

36. Charli XCX ‘Next Level Charli’ / ‘Click’

35. Sorry ‘Right Round The Clock’

34. FKA Twigs ‘Sad Day’ / ‘Holy Terrain’

33. Danny Brown ‘Best Life’

32. Jpegmafia ‘Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot’

31. Angel Olsen ‘Lark’

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30. Squid ‘The Cleaner’

29. Romeo Taylor 'The Kingdom Of Scotland'

28. Kero Kero Bonito ‘Battle Lines’

27. Cate Le Bon ‘Home To You’

26. HAIM ‘Summer Girl’

25. Fat White Family ‘Feet’

24. Weyes Blood ‘Something To Believe’

23. Caroline Polachek ‘So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings’

22. Hannah Diamond ‘Invisible’

21. Self Esteem ‘Girl Crush’

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THE TOP 20 SONGS OF 2019

20. Richard Dawson ‘Jogging’

19. Pozi ‘Engaged’

18. Jockstrap ‘I Want Another Affair (Taylor Skye remix)’

17. Charli XCX & Christine And The Queens ‘Gone’

16. FKA Twigs ‘Cellophane’

15. Aldous Harding ‘The Barrel’

14. Caroline Polachek ‘Door’

13. These New Puritans ‘Beyond Black Suns’

12. Black Midi ‘bmbmbm’

11. Black Country, New Road ‘Sunglasses’

10. Black Midi ‘Talking Heads’

9. Pozi ‘KCTMO’

8. Pet Shimmers ‘Persona Party’

7. Self Esteem ‘The Best’

6. Weyes Blood ‘A Lot’s Gonna Change’

5. Squid ‘Houseplants’

4. Kero Kero Bonito ‘When The Fires Come’

3. Self Esteem ‘Favourite Problem’

2. Vampire Weekend ‘Harmony Hall’

1. Weyes Blood ‘Andromeda’

#list #Awards #2019 awards

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