#why’d you cut the rope??

[ryan-waddell11]

you could never disappoint me (you could hurt me but let’s not talk about that ugly scene)

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[diejager]

I’m finally working on it @cobwebs-in-autumn

Your Number’s Up Cw: stalking, Ghostface!reader, panic, tell me if I missed any.

The phone rang a third time now, Johnny ignored the first two calls, listening to it ring four five times before it cut to his voicemail, waiting for the caller to leave a message, but they never did. It started getting on his nerves, the fierceness in Johnny only fuelling the irritation boiling under his skin. Before the last beat rang, he picked up the phone, listening to the silence on the other side of the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Johnny.”

He jumped, eyes widening at the raspy tone of the caller —unknown and strange. The caller knew his name, something he might’ve shared with many, but the tone they used was similar to one he knew intimately, a teasing and rumbling edge. Perhaps it was a prank, someone he knew wanted to play a prank on him. Maybe Gaz was finally able to rope his LT into pulling his leg, but that didn’t explain the cold sweat that broke on his skin, the rapid raise of his hair and the chill he felt when he heard the voice answer him.

“Funny, LT, ” he forced a laugh out of him, his throat tightening so much that he felt like he was choking, “Did Gaz put yer up tae this?”

the line went quiet for a second, he couldn’t hear the caller’s breathing or any sight of life other than the creepy, raspy voice taunting him.

“Wrong.”

A single word had never sent his heart pummelling down his stomach like this one had, a sense of panic rose in his chest, replacing the tentative mischievous he was preparing to return once he assure who was on the other end of the line. Johnny hadn’t expected someone else to call him with such a menacing air, it played with every trained and beaten instinct into him.

“What’s wrong, Johnny?” The voice on the other side cackled, a cruel and sinister sound, vibrating through his body like an earthquake shattering the earth, “Aren’t you happy to finally meet your stalker?”

His eyes bugled out of its sockets, his nerves were set on fire, mind spiralling out in a frantic search of his memory. He couldn’t remember feeling watched or any indication of him being stalked —Simon hadn’t said a word and that worried him. He hung up without a second thought, his body acting on primal need, to survive and to feel safe, he hung up the phone and quickly sent Simon a message. Johnny needed Simon to call him and to reassure him that this was a mean prank and that he didn’t have a stalker.

When his phone rang, he tapped on the green button without looking for a name, thumb moving instinctively, fully believing he got a call from Simon.

“Why’d you hang up on me, Johnny?”

Johnny felt like his world was crumbling in on itself.

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[corazondebeskar-reads]

you know you never stood a chance - chapter four

you know you never stood a chance series

four: beg me to take care of things

qz!Joel Miller x f!reader

series masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You continue your free use arrangement with Joel in exchange for shelter, but it hits a little snag.

Warnings: qz life comes with its own warning, dub-con due to power imbalance, trading sex for shelter, free use, vaginal sex, anal play, oral sex (m&f receiving), canon-typical violence, whoops there's more plot, Joel is mean/bad at feelings, no y/n, despite what it looks like this is NOT going to follow canon

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“Not a fucking sound,” he whispers, stifling your moan with his hand. Ellie is asleep in the next room over, but the glass of the door between you is broken. It’s the only reason he feels comfortable leaving her in that room: the sole entrance is in his line of sight.

He’s got you pinned to the grimy tile, his whole weight atop you as he fucks into your cunt. You can’t make a sound if you wanted; you can hardly draw a breath. He’s not a small man by any means. But it feels so fucking good.

It’s been weeks. Ever since you got roped into this mission, ever since you left the QZ, he hadn’t touched you once.

It hurts in the best way, though just a little past the point of pleasure. There wasn't the time for prep. But your whole body is tingling just from finally having his hands back on you, his thick cock inside you, feeling like more than just a burden.

Each slap of his hips against you is a rebirth. In the six months before you started on this horrible trek, you had known very little outside of Joel’s touch. You went to work each morning, collected rations, and came home. He’d come home an hour later, always on edge, always looking for an outlet.

For six months, you had been little more than Joel Miller’s live-in fucktoy, and honestly, it was probably the best six months of your life since the outbreak. You wanted for nothing (at least in the realities of post-apocalyptic life—in the grander scheme of things, you wouldn’t have said no to some fucking McDonald’s french fries). You had protection. You had shelter. You had company.

Well. Okay. You sort of had company. You could count on him to speak at least a few words in the evening. He almost always made sure you came, too. It had been hard at first, relying on him, but there was no use for a martyr complex these days. The only one who’d suffer by turning down assistance was, well, you.

He doesn’t make sure you cum, this time, but you think he can tell you don’t need any help. The relief of having him inside you is enough, and you can’t spare the energy to be embarrassed about it.

After he pulls out, having covered your ass in his cum, he stands up immediately, knees cracking. He tucks himself away and nudges you with the toe of his boot. “Up, get dressed.”

You scramble up, tugging your pants back into place, and watch him for a moment. His jaw is ticking, and he’s scowling at the wall behind you.

You open your mouth, and he cuts you off. “Shouldn’t have done that. Not gonna happen again.”

You’re aghast. “What?”

“Wasn’t fair of me. Y’don’t owe me anythin’ out here.”

You take a hesitant step closer. His jaw twitches again, but he doesn’t move (or look at you). “You’re still protecting me,” you offer.

“I made you come out here. Kinda have to protect you.”

“You don’t, though,” you say, feeling emboldened enough to slide your hand up his arm to his bicep.

He knocks your arm away and grabs you by the chin. “Why’d you even come? You just do whatever I say, even stupid shit?”

“Well, yeah. Didn't really have a better offer.”

“Christ.” He drops his hand from you and wipes it down his face.

“How ‘bout you get some sleep?” you say warily. The bags under his eyes are deeper and darker than ever. “I can keep watch.”

“You learn how to shoot a gun when I was takin’ a piss earlier?”

“No, but I can still keep watch. I can wake you up if anything happens.”

You’re shocked when he seems to actually consider it. It’s the safest you’ve been in weeks, here in this abandoned high-rise. There are no signs of Infected or hunters.

“Fine.” He grunts. “But you wake me if there’s any sound. I don’t care if you think it’s a rat or the wind. You fuckin’ wake me, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you joke. Something darkens behind his eyes just for a moment, until he blinks it away. You file that away for later.

He hands you a pistol and a knife, just in case. Not that you’ll know what to do with either, but he can’t just leave you unarmed. You nod, understanding passing between you.

He sucks on his front teeth, staring at you for a moment like he wants to say something. You’re not sure you want to hear it, though, so you say, “Goodnight, Joel.”

Nothing happens. You stand, leaning against the door frame, Joel’s pistol in your hands. Despite his paranoia, there’s not even a squeak out of place, and he sleeps for four full hours before getting up. He moves more nimbly than he has since, well. Since Tess.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious to know what was between them. She had, after all, seemed very aware of what function you served to Joel, but there was no jealousy in her eyes. Maybe when he fucked her, it was like making love, and she was fine to leave all the rough, angry moments for you to absorb.

Or maybe it was nothing. It hardly mattered, and she was nice to you, so you respected her memory by leaving it alone.

Though you do wonder if that’s why he wouldn’t touch you anymore.

Dawn hasn’t broken, and Ellie is still asleep. When he comes out to check on you, you offer the only other comfort you can.

When you sink to your knees, he closes his eyes for just a moment and sighs. “Yeah, okay,” he says. His body had worked ahead of his brain, already undoing the button on his jeans, and he lets you ease him into the morning.

After, when he helps you stand, he holds you against him for a moment, and even presses a kiss into your hair almost absentmindedly. You figure maybe he’s forgotten his promise that it would never happen again.

And he does, for a little while.

When you first moved into his apartment, it was so incredibly awkward. Like, worse than a school dance awkward. Worse than walking in on your sister getting railed by some scrawny FEDRA officer awkward.

Eventually, you tracked his habits and rhythms and used the information to stay out of his way. You stopped wearing underwear when you were home, as it ended up on the floor anyway. After a while, he just started leaving you a couple of his shirts, and you gave up on sweatpants entirely.

You’d be lying if you said you were uncomfortable, and he tended to leave the shirt on you when he fucked you, so there was no need for dressing and undressing.

He left first in the morning and came home last, so the key quickly became your responsibility. He had shoved it into your hand the second evening.

“I’m leavin’ for a couple days. Lock the apartment. Don’t talk to anyone, and don’t tell anyone I’m gone.”

Before he left that evening, he ordered you to your knees and fucked your throat, wiping away the tears after he finished. “Be good,” he said, dragging his knuckles down your cheek.

And then he was gone. You locked the door behind him and sat on the dingy carpet, legs folded pretzel-style. The yellow fluorescent bulb overhead had a faint pulse to it, a barely-there dimming and brightening that started to hurt your eyes. What the fuck were you supposed to do here, in this flat you were haunting?

You didn’t dare look around. You ate the rations you had earned and left everything else alone. You knew there were pills, guns, and alcohol somewhere. You weren’t keen on learning where, though. Plausible deniability and all that.

Joel came home in the middle of the night three days later. The key issue became apparent when he had to pound on the door until you woke up to let him in.

“New plan,” he snarled when he came in. “From now on, when I’m gone, I’m lockin’ you in here until I get back.”

“Fuck no,” you said.

“The fuck did you say to me?” he said, stalking closer.

“What if you don’t come back soon enough? What if I fuckin’ run out of food?”

“You think I’d go to all this trouble to keep you safe and then let ya die in here?”

“I don’t know!” Your heart struggled to keep up with your irrational fury, and stumbled at his words. Why did he go to all this trouble? You were about to ask, but of course, he ruined it.

“What good’s your pussy to me then, huh?” He was chest-to-chest with you, towering with a venomous glare.

“I don’t know, Miller, you’re kind of a creep. Maybe you’re into that.”

“I’m a creep, huh? Then why are you so wet?”

You flushed, heat crawling across your cheeks and ears. “Who says I’m wet?”

It was the wrong thing to say. He pinned you against the door and shoved your pants down, plunging three fingers right into your cunt. You yelped at the stretch and pinch, but had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, as he brought them up to your face, coated in slick.

“Looks pretty wet to me,” he said, the words rumbling from somewhere deep and dark within. “Open.”

You did. God help you, you did. He smirked and pressed his fingers in, wiping them on your tongue.

“Suck,” he murmured.

You closed your lips around him and sucked until your cheeks hollowed around them, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth. He pulled his fingers out and patted your cheek with the same hand, leaving a wet trail behind.

“Go get on the fuckin’ bed.”

"Which bed is the fucking bed?" you said before you could control yourself, and darted into his room before he could register your words.

You were hardly in position when his hands gripped the sides of your hips, and he licked into your cunt. “Fuckin’ slut, trying to say ya weren’t wet and waitin’ for me,” he grumbled, and nipped at your thigh before diving back in.

Your orgasm came embarrassingly quickly. His derisive chuckle brushed against your clit, which he sucked at until you were spent.

“Seems like ya missed me,” he said, standing and wasting no time before stuffing his cock in. “Well? Did ya?”

You didn’t answer, whining into the sheets as he set a slow but harsh pace, slamming in only to draw back out inch by inch.

He slapped your ass, watching it ripple. “Don’t be rude, sweetheart.”

“Oh, were you gone?” you huffed between thrusts.

He brought his hand down again. “What did I just fuckin’ say?”

“Y’know, come to think of it,” you couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t shut up, “there was a distinct lack of grouchy old creeps hanging around.”

He grabbed your hair and craned your neck back so you could see the way his eyes were blown dark, teeth bared. “Watch yourself, sweetheart. I’ve had a real bad couple of days. Here I thought I was comin’ home to a sweet cunt.”

You opened your mouth, though you didn’t feel a retort dancing on your tongue. You figured by the time you came up with it, you’d have already said it.

He didn’t give you the chance. His other hand came up, and he hooked two fingers into your cheek. The hand in your hair released to dip into your mouth, swiping his thumb through the pooling saliva. He dragged it down and pressed the wet thumb into the cleft of your ass, firm pressure against your tight hole.

You were breathing heavily around his fingers, back arched. He didn’t stop fucking into you, hissing as you clamped down when his thumb pushed in, just enough to make you feel the pressure.

“Awfully quiet now,” he drawled. “You just needed all your holes filled, huh?”

You thought you might die from the humiliation, if only the pleasure didn’t take you first. You squirmed, pushing back into him.

He jostled your head by pinching the fingers in your mouth and shaking your cheek. “You gonna be quiet if I take these out?”

You nodded. He withdrew the fingers and brought the hand down to your hip, holding you steady so he could chase his orgasm. Each rough thrust knocked a quiet cry from your lips, and he pulled away from your asshole to tangle his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back again.

The kiss was mostly teeth and spit, but it was euphoric. He felt the way you tightened and tensed, and he smiled against your lips. “Cum for me,” he said, and licked into your mouth to gobble up your scream.

When you convulsed on his cock, he lost control, and almost didn’t pull out in time. He spilled against the bed, swearing deep and low.

That memory and the many others get you through the lonely nights on the journey, your hand down your pants and gasps muffled around your fist when you can catch a moment alone. If Joel notices, he doesn’t show it. Except tonight, when you look back on it, you realize he was only making good on his promise not to let you rot in his apartment. Whatever delusions you had about being brought along get left behind in the shitty high rise.

next chapter

*title from "Send the Pain Below" by Chevelle.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #qz!joel miller #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #the last of us spoilers #sort of

[blue2black]

COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 2

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*in an Uber pt 3*

Soap: Is it that big of a deal?

Gaz: YES!

Soap: It’s just two people who love each other.

Soap: “Love Is Love”, that’s what the gay people say.

Gaz: Well, fuck them homosexuals because love and love is not the same thing in this situation.

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Makarov, holding out a gun: Put your hands up!

Price: No.

Makarov: …what?

Price: I said no.

Makarov: Why not?

Price: I don’t want to. 😒

Makarov: But I’ve got a gun.

Price: I don’t care. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Makarov: But…doesn’t make any sense! (Ō👄Ō)

Price: Too bad!

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Ghost, holding in his laughter: Johnny, I have something really important to tell you…

Soap, looking up from his sketch book: What’s up, love?

Ghost, smiling: I wanna get a job cleaning mirrors…

Soap: … *realizes this is a dad joke*

Ghost, still holding a laugh: It’s something I can really-

Soap, getting up and walking away: NO.

Ghost: -can really SEE myself doing… *breaks off into wheezing laughter*

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*Soap as soon as Price takes his eyes off of him*

Soap: Eureka! That’s it! 😃

Soap: I’ll run away! 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

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Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I let him drive just in case we get pulled over.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; everybody thinks his credit score is good 'cause of me.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can wear bonnets and he can't, 'cause he'll get cancelled.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every time we go out to eat the old people stare at us.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; every time you see me take a family picture, people scream "get out".

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every night he leaves the stove light on, and I think it's raising our electricity bill.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can say certain words that he can't, like: NI-

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Price: Are you stuck?

Gaz, hanging from a bloody rope once again: ...I AM. 😭

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Ghost: What the hell were you thinking?!

Soap: You told me not to think!

Ghost: … (Ô_Ô)

Soap: … (Û~Û)💅🏻

Ghost: … (Ō_Ō) *this bitch…*

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(Alejandro and Rudy making fun of Graves)

Rudy, laughing: PARECE ZORRILLO— 🤣

*Alejandro and Rudy fall on the ground laughing their asses off*

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Laswell: Wow, a surprisingly peaceful, domestic moment.

Laswell: When will it be ruined?

Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost: LASWELL!! 😫😫😫😫

Laswell: There it is! -_-💢

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Laswell, who’s been hearing them flirt over coms for 50 minutes: Why don’t you two cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit you have sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost and Soap: WOAH-!

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(Laswell asking why they all joined the army)

Ghost: NO- *buries face into a pillow*

Laswell: Ghost, why’d you join the army? 😆

Ghost, whining into the pillow: I don’t know… 😭

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Laswell: Soap, why’d you join the army?

Soap: So I can fire guns! 😃

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Gaz: … 😐

Gaz: I’ll answer that question with another question…

Gaz: Why the fuck did think this was a good idea? 🥲

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army, John?

Price: Because I had nothing better to do.

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Rudy: …’cause I’m a fucking idiot. 😐 *spanish rage*

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alejandro: Why’d I join the army?

Alejandro: For money.

Laswell: What money? 🤨

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alex: To find a battle boo. 😂

Laswell: 😂

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Laswell: Farah, why’d you-

Farah: Wait- *takes off headphones*

Farah: Okay, what?

Laswell, chuckling: Why’d you join the army?

Farah: Shit…

Farah: I don’t know my guy.

Laswell: Cream? 🙂

Farah: Cream. 😌

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Ghost, smiling: Knock knock.

Soap, already so over it: Who’s there? 😒

Ghost: I eat mop.

Soap: I eat mop who?-

Soap: Ugh, Simon! *walking away*

*Ghost wheezes in pure bliss*

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*in an Uber pt 4*

Gaz: I’m not open to this. At all.

Soap: Why you not open—GET open to it.

Gaz: The only thing that was open here was..your mom’s damn legs.

Gaz: And she should’ve kept them closed for her brother.

Soap: 😧

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Shepherd: Here we go…

Shepherd: 15 years and 14 hours later…

Shepherd: Best brisket in Texas.

Graves, who purposely gave Shepherd the wrong recipe: 😏 (GRAVES, YOU EVIL BI-)

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Farah: How did you know that you always wanted to be a professional Drug Cartel Leader?

Valeria: I just wanted to be a star in any way I got it.

Valeria: I said if I didn't become a star by thirty-five I was just gonna become a serial killer.

Farah: ...well, girl, how old are you? I'm getting nervous... 😨

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Gaz: Hi! I'm the witch that won't turn you into a frog because amphibians are people too!

Gaz: Kyle Garrick! *pulls out a frog and lets it hop away*

Ghost: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

Gaz: ...

Ghost: I'm Simon.

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[mirkwoodmunson]

hey i’m watchin’ uhhh titanic and rose just leapt back onto the ship but like, imagine diving back into the upside down after eddie cuts the rope, chasing after him and actually rescuing him, and he’s so startled and shocked and the adrenaline of escaping the bat horde is making you both shake and gasp and he’s just grabbing your cheeks, panting and kissing you like you’re air and he’s been holding his breath — “so stupid, y/n, you’re so stupid! why’d you do that huh?? why??”

“i couldn’t let you go, eds. you jump, i jump.”

#i’m gasping i’m clutching my chest i’m hitting my emergency alert button #i thought abt this and was like I HAVE TO TELL THEM #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #moonie speaks #mine

[countlessimagines]

There’s a Part of Me [ Eddie Munson x Reader ]

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ST VOLUME 2!!!

Summary: You have to find a way to cope with what happened with Eddie.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, sadness

A/n: How is everyone holding up after episode 9?

MAIN MASTERLIST

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You sat holding Eddie’s guitar pick necklace in your hands, twiddling it endlessly.

“Baby, Eddie, no please,” you sobbed as you and Dustin held him close, making sure he was comfortable in what you knew was going to be his last moments. “Why’d you have to stay?”

Eddie only smiled, “I didn’t run this time, right?”

Your eyes were blurry with tears and you could hear his throat filling with blood. “You didn’t.”

“I’m your hero now.”

“You always were.”

You wiped your eyes, not wanting to relive the horrid moment over again as Eddie’s lifeless eyes glimmered for one last time looking at you.

Standing from the Wheeler’s couch in the basement, you went outside where everyone else was packing the car full of donations. Everyone gave you sympathy looks and didn’t know if they should say anything to console you.

Dustin went to talk to you but you just shook your head, “Not right now, please.” He understood that you needed time and left it alone for the time being.

You grabbed a few boxes and set them in the car. However, a pizza van started driving towards the house and out came the rest of the crew, all relieved to see everyone. However, you didn’t wish to celebrate their return when you knew Eddie wasn’t coming home.

There wasn’t going to be a proper goodbye for you to lay Eddie to rest. He was left in the upside down and Steve and Robin had to drag you away from his body.

You reached into your back pocket, the folded note in your hand was the words you wished you could have said to Eddie. Debating on what to do, you took your bike and decided to find a secluded place to read the words out loud.

After a ten minute bike ride, you made it to the place where you and Eddie shared your first kiss. It was a place somewhat near the woods. A giant tree with a bench underneath where you both had sat.

Taking at seat, you took deep breaths to calm yourself down. You unfolded the letter and could already feel the tears welling into your eyes.

“Eddie, my love,” you said, a part of you hoping that wherever he was, he could hear you. Even if he couldn’t, you could at least try to find peace.

“I’m trying to imagine all the ways we could have stopped you. Maybe if I had let you go first on the rope before you cut it down.” Your voice was wavering, choking back the tears. “Maybe if we had better items to defend ourselves. Maybe if we had run together. You’d be here if you didn’t feel like you needed to be the hero…. You were already the hero in my eyes.”

A sob left your mouth before you could stop it. “Why’d you do it? I need you. We all do. I want you back so badly it hurts. I just want to hear your rambles about d&d or listen to your favorite bands… Have you come home.”

You had to stop for a breather or else you would start to break down. His big brown eyes kept haunting your mind and his blood stained teeth trying to smile made you feel sick to your stomach.

You continued on, knowing it would only help you to say your pain out loud instead of keeping it in. “A part of me was with you when you died. And I know I will never get that back. You were my world Eddie, I know I was yours. You would always brag about our relationship to everyone who was in hearing distance.” The memory of Eddie gushing about you to the Hellfire Club made your heart burn.

His voice was echoing in your head, the ghost of his laughter making everything in you wanting to scream out for him.

“I don’t know how I will go on without you. It seems like my world is now broken because of you dying. And I hate that no matter what people will blame you for what happened. They’ll never know you like we did.”

You only had two more sentences left but your heart ached and your eyes felt swollen from crying so much. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I always have and I always will.”

A few of your tears dropped onto the letter as you folded it back up again. Standing, you placed the letter to Eddie into a part of the tree where no one could see.

You stood there for a few seconds before leaving, knowing no matter what that Eddie would watch over you. He knew how much you loved him.

And he only went against the monsters to save you.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things 4

[blazeismyname]

By the way... CoCaL fans... I have edibles for you 3-6

“Ok ok ok… Fuck fuck fuck. This wasn’t thought through! This wasn’t thought through!” Jonny mumbled, hopping over the fence of his neighbour’s yard. “Gods… Gods why’d I have to…” He paused to listen to the shrieking cries of his “mother”.  “But I’m so glad they’re both suffering,” He grinned before continuing over the next fence. “Ok... Ok! Just two more fences, and we’re to the docks” The back door swung open to the house. “Hey!” “Shit shit-” Jonny broke into a sprint, fumbling himself over the fence. “SHIT!” His foot misstepped and rolled forward into the next yard, his neck almost snapping with his unimpressive landing. “OW!” he coughed before picking himself up and continuing. No time, no time! Not while his “mother” knew he was the murderer. “Fucking skirt ain’t helping. Cutting this shit and then stealing some pants on the ship.” He picked himself up and weaved past the person in the yard who wasn’t pleased.  “Hey- What do you think you're doing?”  Jonny pushed ahead, hopping the last fence. His shoes fell off as he did. “Pull it together Ja- Jonny. Jonny, I like that name… Anyways! Just a little farther.” He got up, his feet already starting to burn. He sprinted and dived into the shallow part of the harbour. He ducked below the waves and ensured no one was coming before grabbing a rope to an empty ship. He climbed slowly before getting onto the deck and dodging to the lower decks. First order of action… pants. He ruffled around in some crates to no avail. “Welp… fuck…” He heard the distinct sound of footsteps on the ship and dived behind a curtain of boxes where he had chosen to spend the week. 

He quietly stole small portions of food for a week. Small, unnoticeable amounts. “Ok, let’s see,” Jonny muttered, politely pushing aside a crate. “There's the little rat bastard!” a crew member shouted, running at Jonny.  Jonny shrieked with his still-estrogen-stained voice and stumbled to the wooden floor.  “A little girl?” another followed, peaking over the first's shoulder.  Jonny bit his lip. “I am not a little girl!” The first crew member grabbed Jonny by his top and pulled him up. “Then what are you?” “A man!” Jonny shouted with a snarl. He reached his hands to his neck to try and pull away from the grip as he was losing breath. “A man who just so happens to have been built like a woman!” “Lower the kid, Henry. Let him explain,” the other calmed.  The first one dropped Jonny and glared. “Explain then. Ol’ Thomas here is getting you off.” Jonny put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. “One second… Mother fucker.. You could’ve killed me.” The crew member who had been referred to as Thomas patted Jonny. “Take your time kid.” Henry huffed angrily and left.  “My- My name is Jonny.” Jonny straightened his posture. “I killed my father and attempted to hide here thinking it was a merchant ship heading to Europe.” “Whelp. You’re one tough kid apparently. Who was your dad?” Thomas leaned against the wall of the ship.  “Mr. Vangelis, sir,” Jonny answered.  Thomas sat up. “Van- Billy Vangelis? You’re Billy Vangelis’s boy?” Thomas followed up, shocked.  Jonny nodded solemnly before shaking his hands and standing triumphantly. Hands on his hips, he proclaimed, “And his killer!” Thomas laughed a little. “Aren’t you so proud? You oughtta. The crook was running a monopoly. Never knew how…” Jonny bit his lip and lifted his hands a little. He could still see the blood as he loaded the gun silently.  “Are you ok kiddo..?” Thomas questioned, placing a firm hand on Jonny’s shoulder. “I want out of this skirt.” It wasn’t Jonny’s actual thoughts, but it was something Jonny wanted! “Hmm.. I think we can get you some pants.” Thomas looked Jonny up and down, measuring his size with his eyes. “It must be awful in something like that for you.” “I was going to steal someone’s pants sooner or later, but all I could do for now was cut the skirt,” Jonny remarked.  “You know what we can do when we get up to the deck? We can get Charles to cut that length of hair to something more affirming. How’s that sound, Jonny?” Thomas offered. Jonny just grinned. He was gonna like this place.

(I searched 1700s names approximately 5 times for this and I do not regret it)

#the consequences of creation and love

[allzelemonz]

His Boy, Part 5: Children

Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader X Colm O’Driscoll

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Angst Warnings: Past relationship, Reader is an asshole O’Driscoll, father figure Reader to Tilly and John, kidnapping, child abandonment Summary: There are two members of Dutch’s gang you regret leaving behind.

You get some time to yourself to think about how annoyingly helpful the tonic Hosea gave you is. The pain in most of your body is gone but with the ropes actively cutting, your wrists still hurt. You can’t quite sit comfortably or lay down at all, simply stuck in this awkward sitting position with your hands held up near your shoulder.

Light floods suddenly as you hear familiar voices.

“I can do this myself, John.” Tilly, you’d know her voice anywhere.

And of course follows John. “He’s not a good man, Tilly. He don’t deserve your attention.”

“I ain’t gonna let ‘em sit there like that!”

Tilly has always been good at ending conversations and John has never been very good at arguing, so all that follows is footsteps. Your eyes adjust in the light and you can see John waiting at the door as Tilly comes towards you. She sits down, hands going straight to your bindings to untie them.

“How are you?” Her voice has a certain ache in it that makes your chest tighten.

“I’m sorry, Tilly.”

“I’m sure you are.” She snaps.

You shake your hands out when she finishes with the ropes. “I left because I had to. I didn’t want to leave you.” You turn to John. “Or you, kid.”

“Don’t matter what you wanted.” John says, crossing his arms.

“You said everythin’ was fine.” Tilly says, that same ache in her voice. “And you were gone the next day.”

“I couldn’t stay, Tilly.”

“You didn’t even say goodbye!” She has tears forming in her eyes and it takes a lot not to comfort her, you’re sure John would shoot you if you try to touch her. “You got no idea how much it hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“You ain’t sorry.” John says, stepping into the room. “You left us!”

You sit, shocked at the outburst. “I… I didn’t know you cared, John.”

He clenches his fist, turning away with a huff. Same thing he did as a teenager when he didn’t want to yell.

“Why’d you go?” Tilly asks.

You shake your head. “I’m not gonna burden you kids with that. It’s between me and Dutch.” You turn to look at John. “And I am sorry that you two got caught in the middle of it.”

“Tie him up, Tilly.” John says, his voice wavering between anger and calm. “Let’s go.”

Tilly looks at you, a man she spent her teenage years being raised by. “He ain’t gonna go nowhere.”

She stands, ignoring John’s protests as she pulls him along. John stops to close the door, giving you one last look before he locks it.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x male reader #colm o'driscoll #colm o'driscoll x reader #colm o'driscoll x male reader

[kisskissbanggang]

jeong jaehyun, you absolute idiot! if my dad’s assistant had walked in any earlier, my ass would be completely cut off! hooking up with you is getting more and more difficult. i might have to start fucking my actual fiancé…hope you didn’t break your face on the way down btw. it’s the only thing you’ve got that makes me wanna keep you around. IM KIDDING! this whole situation is shit. why’d our parents have to hate each other? mark’s family is great. he’s an angel, and both the companies will benefit greatly. would never seeing you again make it easier? lots to think about. sleep well, loser.

(i imaged this being a text message sent at 2 a.m)

[AHHHHHHHHH 💗 Jeong Jaehyun x Fem Reader - Femdom, Guided Masturbation, Phone Sex]

Jaehyun wasn't sleeping anyway when his phone buzzed with your message. In fact, he was still icing his chin from where it hit the desk in his mad dash to hide in the coat closet inside your office. How were you supposed to know your father's assistant was always in your business? Jaehyun only came when called, because unlike you, he was being careful to not raise any suspicion.

At least, that's what he was telling himself.

He did have to admit he wouldn't come if he didn't want it. Jaehyun had everything he wanted and more... Except for you. And he could never shake that, not ever since that first kiss you stole from him. He was wrapped around your finger ever since.

Jaehyun fought the urge to call you. That wasn't how this worked. You called, he came. Instead, he compromised. He pulled up the locked folder on his phone. Every lurid photo, every lewd voice message you teased him with, it was all in here. The time you tied him up and filmed it? It was in here. Jaehyun gave up on icing his chin. He breathed hot into his palm to warm it up and was already touching himself when you called. He almost threw the goddamn phone.

"Hello?" he warily answered.

"You didn't respond," you pouted into the phone.

"It's 2AM," complained Jaehyun.

"No," you whined, "it's 2:30."

Oh fuck, Jaehyun realized. He'd been jerking off to your pics for 30 minutes.

"Where's Mark?" he rudely shot back.

"He's out," you nonchalantly chirped into the phone.

"So you're roping me into your boredom?"

"Such an eager slut," you mewled into the phone. "I'm not hooking up with you tonight."

"We didn't finish earlier!"

"I did," you corrected. "Sucks for you."

Jaehyun berated his dick for getting hard at the belittling he was receiving. "I can not wait for you to get married and leave me the fuck alone."

"Is that gonna stop me?" you laughed. "Is it gonna stop you? I could ask you to come fuck me in front of Mark and you'd say yes."

Jaehyun was quiet, but you heard the faintest moan on his end. You pounced immediately.

"God," you scrunched your nose into the phone, "are you touching yourself? Gross."

"No," he stiffly lied, "I'm working out."

"At 2:30 in the morning?" you teased. "You can admit it. You're picturing something nasty, just the way you like it."

Jaehyun's breath hitched.

"I can't leave you alone, idiot," you simpered, "you're too fun to keep around. Who else is going to make me cum? Mark can make me money and that's it."

"I'll do that for you," Jaehyun immediately answered. His voice was breathy, strained. "You know I'll always do that for you."

"What a loser," you cooed. "No resolve at all. You just wanna make your baby cum all day."

"All fucking day," he groaned into the phone.

"And you'd never care if you don't cum," you praised.

"Never," he confirmed. "Only you."

"How about now?" you asked innocently.

"What?"

"How about I let you cum right now?"

Jaehyun nearly choked on the other end of the line. "Tell me," he begged. "Let me."

"Cum, baby," you sweetly directed into the phone.

There was a shivered gasp on the other end of the line, followed by a thick groan and a string of curses.

"Did my dummy make a mess?" you giggled.

Jaehyun sighed. "Yes, baby."

"Send me a picture," you ordered. "I love you."

"I know, baby," he grumbled.

Jaehyun hung up. Just once, you wished he'd say it back.

#jeong jaehyun #jeong jaehyun smut #HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW TO PRESS MY BUTTONS WHO ARE YOU SHOW YOURSELF #mail #inbox

[heydorothea009]

Bread on Toast - A Future Man Fanfiction

Josh Futturman and his fellow coworker and best friend, Liv Branson, get roped into saving the world as time traveling saviors with, what were thought to be, video game characters, Wolf and Tiger. Not only are Liv and Josh completely incompetent, but they are also emotionally inept- will this cause the destruction of mankind? Only time will tell.

Warnings: strong language, Wolf does cocaine, mentions of violence

Chapter 3: A Fuel’s Errand

Tiger and Wolf had no trouble lugging Carl’s corpse down the stairwell, but Josh and Liv were stumbling down the stairs, carrying what’s her name’s corpse as both of their panic set in.

“Oh my God, oh my God, shit, holy shit, oh my God-“ Liv repeated over and over, her mind racing.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT-“ Josh was yelling over her.

“Stop shitting!” Tiger yelled at him as her and Wolf took a sharp turn down the stairs.

“Why didn’t the game say they were human?!” Josh asked frantically.

“We didn’t want to humanize them!” Tiger shouted.

“What’s with the nutsack faces?”

“It’s a biomembrane, it helps them heal faster! Why’d you block our shot?” Tiger responded harshly.

“Oh my God, these are people we fucking work with.” Josh didn’t answer Tiger’s question.

“They’re barely human, they’re grown in labs!” Wolf yelled.

“Why the FUCK did you block our shot?” Tiger shouted again, growing more frustrated with Josh.

“Because killing Kronish won’t help! Okay? His research is already out there, the cure could come from anywhere!” Josh said.

“Yeah, thanks to you two dick weevils.” Wolf grumbled.

“Are there more of these things?” Liv finally spoke up through her shock of having to touch a dead body.

“Of course! They’re sleeper agents, they knew we came back to 2017 and they sent them earlier to hide in plain sight.” Tiger explained, clearly annoyed that Josh and Liv didn’t know this information.

“That’s kinda cool I guess,” Josh said in a strained voice.

“Let’s just leave ‘em here.” Wolf suggested, letting Carl’s body slump to the ground. Tiger let go too and Carl landed flat on his face.

“What? No! We can’t just leave these dead bodies here?!” Josh shook his head frantically. “You also can’t leave anything from the future in the past, it will fuck things up! It seriously could fuck up your future, come on guys! This is time travel 101! We have to get rid of them!”

Tiger leaned her elbows on the railing and shot a glance over at Wolf, who looked equally as frustrated and understanding as she did. “Okay fine, then how do we get rid of them.”

Josh opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked at Liv for some help, but she looked like she might throw up at any moment. Then it hit him. “I…I think I know how…”

“The possum incinerator?” Liv asked in a deadpan voice as Josh led everyone (including the dead bodies) into the possum incinerator room. Kronish Labs studied possum semen instead of human semen as a more “humane” way of finding a cure, even though it wasn’t very “humane”.

“How many possums do you kill here?” Wolf asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Enough that we needed to get this possum incinerator.” Josh said, opening the hatch. “People don’t come down here very often though, I don’t think.”

“It’s pretty small, we’ll have to cut up the bodies…let’s get to work.” Tiger motioned for the bodies to be put on the table.

It was a bloodbath. Wolf and Tiger were disassembling the bodies in front of Liv and Josh’s eyes. Liv stood in horror. Josh looked on the scene looking scared, but not as scared as Liv. He was becoming familiar with what Tiger and Wolf were capable of.

“I don’t think I can watch this anymore.” Josh turned his head, feeling sick.

“Hey,” Tiger grabbed his face, the blood on her hands rubbing off on his cheeks and chin. Liv was about to agree with him, but kept quiet, she didn’t want blood on her face too. “You need to watch this, you and this girl need to know how to take down these perfs for when you run into one again.”

Josh tensed up as he felt the wet blood touch his face. “This girl is named Liv and she’s my friend and you’re scaring her. And what the hell is a perf?”

“We call these genetically perfect assholes perfs.” Wolf hurled Carl’s torso into the incinerator. “Not so perfect anymore!” He jeered.

“What was this girl’s name?” Tiger hoisted up the girl neither Josh or Liv could remember the name of.

“I don’t know, Liv?” Josh asked quietly.

“I-I don’t remember.” Liv said at an even quieter volume.

“I just always called her ‘Pretty Smile Girl’.” Josh said. If the situation wasn’t so horrifying, Liv would have found the way he’d said it adorable.

“They’re all fucking pretty, they’re Biotics!” Tiger snapped. “You stab Pretty Smile Girl in the liver? That’s a kill. Stab Pretty Smile Girl in the heart? That’s a fucking kill. But you’ll wanna be real careful with Pretty Smile Girl’s head.”

“Can we please leave Pretty Smile Girl’s head alone?” Josh had to look away. Liv wanted to look away but couldn’t, seeing Pretty Smile Girl’s head swing around in unnatural ways was so deeply unsettling that she couldn’t help but watch in terror.

“No,” Wolf growled, strutting over to Tiger and Pretty Smile Girl’s corpse with some kind of device. “Every Biotic soldier has a brain bomb implanted in their head, makes it explode so they can’t be interrogated.” He held the device over her neck and the device beeped. Wolf pulled out something the size of a pen and stabbed it into her neck. Liv gagged and turned away. “It doesn’t kill them, but it disables the bomb.” He pulled it out, revealing a small ball. The bomb. “Another for the gobulator.” Wolf’s face lit up as he pulled out a small case filled with the tiny balls.

“Is that safe?” Josh pointed to the case and Wolf looked at him as if he were stupid.

“The fuck you think a gobulator does?”

Wolf and Tiger finished dismembering the corpses and threw them into the fire. They were dripping with scarlet blood, looking like Carrie White. Liv felt sick to her stomach, she hated gore. Tiger wiped her hands on her pants and spoke up,

“Alright Wolf, fire up the TTD. Let’s go back to earlier today before Future Man fucked up the mission.” Liv swore Tiger shot her a dirty look. “Let’s go get Kronish.”

Liv furrowed her brows. She felt like everyone around her was speaking a foreign language. She’d never heard of a TTD.

“You guys don’t get it!” Josh said loudly. “Kronish has been doing this research his entire life, someone could just pick up where he left off. And besides, you would have to pull like, a Terminator thing and stop him from ever being born-“

“Or! We kill him when he’s one of those little baby things!” Tiger added excitedly.

Josh shook his head. “No! Absolutely not, we cannot kill a baby!”

“They’re invincible?” Wolf asked.

“No, they’re helpless and very soft.” Tiger said.

“Perfect. Easy kill.”

“Give us a date, Future Man. Or girl, maybe you know.” Tiger said. Before Josh or Liv could speak, (Liv was growing offended by being called “girl”), Wolf interjected.

“Cat fucker! The TTD got damaged in the fight.” He groaned as he held what looked like a tablet, pulling out a vial of neon green liquid. Liv looked to Josh to see if she was missing something, but he looked just as confused.

“Shit…that’s not a lot of Cameronium.” Tiger shook her head worriedly.

“Maybe enough for one jump if we’re lucky.” Wolf studied the vial closely.

“What the hell is Cameronium?” Josh asked.

“It’s the fuel the TTD runs off of.” Tiger explained as if it were obvious.

“What’s the TTD?” Liv finally asked. She had so many questions.

“Time travel device.” Wolf said, speaking to her calmly. He glanced over at her. “We’re time travelers. By the way, I don’t know if Futute Man here explained that to you.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. Is that what you used to travel back to 1969?” She asked Josh. Josh nodded.

“Okay, new plan. We use our last jump to go kill baby Kronish, that’s the new mission.” Tiger said loudly.

“No!” Josh exclaimed as Liv shook her head violently. “We are absolutely not killing a baby! It’s wrong and makes us monsters!”

Tiger thought about it for a moment. “Agree to disagree. Give us a date.”

“I- well I don’t even know when he was born.” Josh said.

“Wolf, choke it outta him.” Tiger said calmly. Liv backed away instantly. Josh looked at her with wide eyes.

“Gladly.” Wolf advanced on Josh. Josh stumbled backwards.

“No, no, no-“ Wolf grabbed Josh by the neck and slammed him against the wall. Liv thought about running, but then again, Tiger might do the same to her.

“Give. Us. A. Date.” Tiger said through gritted teeth.

“If- if you can’t jump back to your time how will you know it worked? What if killing Kronish doesn’t fix it! Don’t you want proof?!” Liv blurted out. Tiger’s eyes fixated on her and Liv’s heart dropped. Tiger studied Liv for a moment, her stance softening, considering what Liv had said. Wolf saw Tiger considering this and dropped Josh. Josh landed on his feet and gasped for air.

“What do you even know about time travel?” Liv added, seeing Wolf and Tiger actually listening to her. “Multiverses? Alternate realities?”

“Time loops.” Josh added, rubbing his throat.

“Time loops! If you're wrong about even just one of those things it could throw off your whole mission, even though I don’t entirely understand what it is.” Liv pleaded. Tiger and Wolf looked at each other, then back to Liv.

Tiger sighed. “Fine. We’ll look for Cameronium here. But then! We’re going back and killing baby Kronish.” Josh let out a frustrated sound.

“Where’s the closest Cameronium outpost?” Wolf asked. Liv grabbed a mop, ready to clean up the crime scene that she was standing in.

“We just learned what Cameronium is, I have no idea.” Josh muttered.

“It’s biofuel, it’s been around forever.” Tiger started getting frustrated again. Josh grabbed another mop and helped Liv.

“Well, what’s it made of?” Liv asked.

“I- plants? I don’t know? You tell us, you’re the scientists.” Liv stopped mopping and looked at Josh, who also stopped mopping. “One of you is a scientist right? You work in a lab?” Tiger added. Josh looked at Liv and Liv just stared back at him. Had Josh told them that they were scientists? She raised an eyebrow at him and grew nervous.

“Those are your science wands.” Wolf said, pointing to the mops.

Tiger narrowed her eyes at them. “What is your job here?”

“Uh,” Liv didn’t know what to say. She looked nervously to Tiger and Wolf, who were impatiently waiting for an answer.

“We’re…janitors?” Josh didn’t even sound sure of his own job.

Tiger and Wolf stared at them for a second, Tiger’s eyebrow started twitching as she got noticeably more angry, letting the word “janitor” hang in the air. Wolf looked a little lost and just stared at them, but could tell what Josh had just said was making Tiger angry, therefore he was angry too.

Josh looked terrified. “Uh, are you guys cool with that, or-“

Tiger slammed her fists on the table. “FUCKING JANITORS?!” She screamed, storming out the door that led to an alley outside. Wolf shoved the table over and stormed out after her.

Josh looked at Liv with wide eyes before dropping his mop and chasing after them. Liv dropped her mop and followed him. They chased Wolf and Tiger through the alleyway.

Tiger spun around, stomping backwards. “Do you know who’s a janitor where we come from?”

“A- a robot-?” Josh guessed.

“Nobody!” She snapped. “Because in a battle of life or death no one gives a dick about clean floors!”

“I knew he wasn’t the savior, I knew it from the moment he jizzed all over my torso!” Wolf turned around too, glaring at Josh.

“Please, guys come on!” Josh and Liv chased after them like little kids chasing after a soccer ball. God, those two time traveling warriors could storm away fast.

“No!” Tiger stopped and Liv and Josh almost ran into her. “You can’t. We don’t need you.” She jabbed Josh’s shoulder with her finger. “You get in the way, you’re weak, and you fucking inspired Kronish to share his cure with the world. And on a personal level, I'm not sure I like you.” She looked at Liv. “You’re associated with him, so I feel the same about you.” She looked back at Josh. “You’re off the team, Fütturman.” She spat, mispronouncing Josh’s last name.

“Even your name’s a disappointment.” Wolf growled. He looked at Liv. “I forgot your name.” The way he spoke to her wasn’t nearly as mean and condescending, but Liv still looked up at him fearfully. Tiger and Wolf turned on their heels and stomped away.

“What- guys, don’t do this!” Josh yelled after them. “Where are you going?”

“To finish the mission without you.” Tiger yelled, not even turning around to look at them.

“You’re covered in brains!” Josh yelled back.

“Eat a dick!”

Josh stood in silence, shocked and defeated. “Well…they seemed nice…” Liv said after a long pause, scuffing the toe of her boot on the asphalt.

“Not right now, Liv, please.” Josh said in a weak voice as he sank down to the ground, putting his head in his hands. Liv looked down at him, sitting with his knees pulled into his chest. He looked so sad. Whatever this time travel mission really was, it really seemed really important to him.

“Josh…will you tell me what happened? Like please actually explain what's going on? You gave me the simplified version in the stairwell, I need the full story to really grasp the situation.” Liv said gently, bending down to his level. Josh looked up at her with those sad eyes that hurt her heart.

“Okay. After I beat my game, they appeared in my room and told me I was the savior and that ‘Biotic Wars’ is actually a training simulation sent back from the future to find me. Apparently the cure Kronish eventually will end up discovering is what leads to a super cure that creates the Biotics. To my knowledge Biotics are perfect and powerful beings who are apparently also our coworkers. I thought I was being pranked when Wolf and Tiger appeared in my room, I was so embarrassed because I was…” he trailed off. Truth be told, Josh had been jerking off when Wolf and Tiger appeared in his room. He even came on Wolf by accident…which he still felt bad about. He cleared his throat. “I- I dunno, I probably just sounded stupid to them asking if I was being pranked over and over. They used the TTD and took me to 1969, but we were still in my house, but like the 60s version. I saw my grandparents, my dad, and my Uncle Barry, and they started beating me up because they thought I was there to rob them.”

Liv started snickering.

“Shut up, Liv!” Josh couldn’t help but laugh too. “Okay, that part’s pretty funny, actually now that I think about it. But Tiger and Wolf stepped in and we were able to get out of the house and then Tiger and Wolf started wailing on these bikers who catcalled Tiger and we stole their clothes to fit in. Then! I found out it was the night of the moon landing-“

“Oh my God, the night Kronish got herpes.” Liv was starting to piece together the story.

“Yes, exactly. So we started to go to CalTech, which was where Kronish’s party was, but I guess someone had called the police, because some policemen tried to stop us. And then I think Wolf might have brutally murdered a policeman…”

“He does seem to like to kill people.” Liv said, nodding along to the story.

“Yeah…so then we stop at a gas station, and I’m all mad at them, and then Wolf goes and breaks some dude’s fingers and I had to teach Tiger what a baby was and that kidnapping is bad. Anyways, we end up at a frat party at CalTech and we are the only white people there…and then Wolf told them their mutant race should die…yeah…” he grimaced at that memory. Liv grimaced too. “He was meaning Kronish and the Biotics but it just came out racist. So then, I infiltrated the party by myself in an astronaut costume while Wolf and Tiger ‘secured the perimeter’ or something, and I cockblocked Kronish by having a dance off with him to get him away from Barberella, the girl who had herpes, and also I think I might have invented the running man and the the moonwalk. I think some other more modern dances were sprinkled in there too, I don’t really remember.” He chuckled lightly. “And then…well, you’re basically caught up, you saw what happened today.”

Liv nodded her head as she took in this story. “Oh my God,” she let out a short laugh.

“Oh! And! I left my phone in the past on accident, and now Steve Jobs and Siri don’t exist.” Josh added.

“…who?”

“Exactly.” Josh shook his head at himself.

Liv giggled. “I can’t believe you invented the moonwalk and then Michael Jackson took all the credit.”

“Eh, he can have it.” Josh looked up at her and laughed. “So, I thought I was supposed to be some savior, but apparently I’m useless.” He sighed, the weight of what just happened settling on his shoulders again.

Liv took a seat next to him on the ground. “Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because I thought I was finally going to do something great with my life.” He looked up at the sky, he seemed to be fighting tears. “But instead I got verbally abused by Tiger and Wolf and I put your life in danger. I’m sorry.”

“Josh,” Liv said softly. “Do you want to just go home?”

Josh nodded, swiping the back of his hand across his cheeks, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t starting to cry. “Yeah.”

“I’ll drive you home.” She stood up and offered him a hand. “Also, you’ve got blood on your face.”

“I know.” He sighed.

Liv drove Josh back to his house in silence. She parked in his driveway, but he didn’t get out of the car. He sat and just stared at his house with a sad expression.

“Come on, Josh,” Liv got out of the car and walked around to his side, opening the door for him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Josh looked up at her from his seat and then glanced down at her matching gray janitor uniform, which was splattered with blood just like his. “What about you?”

“I think I have a change of clothes somewhere in my car,” she said. “But my friend Josh needs someone to be there for him right now and I am going to make him my priority.”

Josh gave her a small, sad smile. “Thank you, Liv.”

They went into his house, which was quiet. Josh’s parents weren’t home so they didn’t have to worry about them being concerned about their bloody uniforms. Liv helped him wash the blood off of his face at the kitchen sink.

“Hey, thanks mom.” Josh lightly joked. Liv let out a slightly flustered laugh. She was actively trying to swallow the giddiness and butterflies she felt touching his face and being this close to him. “Too bad my parents aren’t here, they’d love to say hi to you.” Josh said. Josh’s parents, Gabe and Diane Futturman, were Liv’s favorite people to walk the earth (other than Josh, but that goes without saying). They absolutely loved Liv, and she’d been to many Futturman parties hosted by them.

Liv grinned as she got the washcloth she was using on Josh’s face wet again under the faucet. “Well, then tell them I say hi.”

After cleaning off Josh’s face and some of the blood that had gotten on both of their arms, Josh headed up to his room to change. Liv ran out to her car and grabbed the t-shirt and leggings she kept in the backseat and changed in their guest bathroom. When she opened the door she saw Josh walk out of his room at the same time with an “I have an idea” look on his face.

“I know how we can help Tiger and Wolf.” He said excitedly.

She looked confused. “…huh?”

“Cameronium or whatever? I know how we can get more.”

“Um…okay?” Liv raised an eyebrow. She kind of assumed they were dropping the idea of helping them at all, they were really mean and scary, and she didn’t care much for them.

“There’s this girl who works at the gaming store I go to, Tracy, she’s dating a chemist! So we talk to Tiger and Wolf, take them with us to the gaming store, talk to Tracy, go to her chemist boyfriend, and find out where to find Cameronium!” Josh looked so incredibly proud of himself.

“Cool, but Tiger and Wolf could be anywhere. They ditched us, remember?” Liv asked, putting her hands on her hips and sounding a little exasperated.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, I saw them outside climbing into the sewer.”

“What?!”

“I should have opened with that, but I found them!” Josh beamed.

Liv hesitated before she spoke. “Um, are you sure that you want to go back to them? I thought they were ‘verbally abusive’.”

“Liv, I want to help them.” Josh looked at her with those again. Goddammit. Liv sighed.

“Does this mean I have to climb into the sewer?”

“Uh…” Josh stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Maybe…”

Liv did in fact have to climb into the sewers. It was a damn good thing she loved Josh, she would never in a million years be climbing down a ladder down into the sewer like she was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle if she didn’t love him. Josh was just barely in front of her as they climbed down. They could hear Tiger barking commands at Wolf. She looked up and saw them climbing down and shook her head furiously.

“No! Nope! No Futturmans, no friends of Futturmans, no janitors, and no people shorter than us can enter!” Tiger’s angry voice greeted them.

“No, guys!” Josh hopped down off of the ladder. “Look, I know you guys are super pissed off at me, but I promise I have an idea.” Liv hopped off the ladder after him.

“No, we don’t need you. We have plans, lots of plans. And leads, Wolf has leads, right Wolf?” Tiger lied.

Wolf was crouched in the entrance of a tunnel eating a rat. He looked crazy, despite the fact he had dried blood covering him. He also looked high as a kite, eyes red and looking like he had hay fever. “I don’t have leads.” He drawled, mouth full of rat flesh. Gross. Tiger glared at him for not going along with her lie. He made eye contact with Liv and lit up. “You! I can’t remember your name!” He said in an unnaturally cheerful voice for Wolf. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s he doing?” Liv asked. Before Tiger could answer, Josh spoke up.

“Guys, please, let us back on the team. I know where we can find more Cameronium.”

Tiger narrowed her eyes. “You do?” Wolf had also stopped what he was doing and perked up.

“Yes, now come on, let’s get you guys cleaned up.” Josh motioned for them to follow. Tiger let out a frustrated groan as she marched over to Wolf and pulled him by his arm to follow behind Liv and Josh out of the sewer and into Josh’s house. Josh and Liv helped scrub the dried blood off of Wolf, who was still high out of his mind. Josh and Liv were scared to go near Tiger, who was still fuming at the idea of letting them help, and let her take care of cleaning herself up in the guest bathroom (assuming she knew how to).

“So let me get this straight, you went to a weed dispensary because you thought it had Cameronium?” Josh asked Wolf as he washed Wolf’s right arm. Wolf had told them about the “adventure” he and Tiger went on and how he “ate street cock” (they were able to piece together that he’d actually had a sausage).

“And I tried these things called macaroons.” Wolf sighed and grinned from ear to ear again. “So delicious.” He pointed to Liv as she washed his face. “You have a name.”

Liv glanced at Josh. Josh shrugged. “Mhm!” She nodded and answered him like she would a three year old.

“I don’t remember it.” He giggled. Josh snorted.

“I’m Liv,” She said, trying her best not to laugh. She kind of liked high Wolf, he was funny.

“Like ‘NO PLEASE!! I WANT TO LIVE!!!’ Like that?” Wolf’s outburst made them jump, but then Josh lost it, doubling over as he started laughing.

“I mean, I guess.” Liv laughed too.

“Is that your name because that’s what your enemies scream before you slaughter them?” Wolf asked.

Liv laughed even harder. “No, my parents just liked it.” Wolf nodded as if to be taking what she said to heart.

“I love it.”

Tiger came stomping down the stairs in full gear, making Josh and Liv’s laughter disappear as she glared at them. “Alright, Future Man, Future Man’s friend-“

“Liv!” Wolf corrected her, and then smiled at Liv and nodded, proud of himself for remembering.

Tiger rolled her eyes. “Right, whatever. It’s time to go.”

“Wait, hold on, Tiger, we need to get you guys some clothes to help you blend in. People don’t wear armor here.” Josh said.

“I think I’m fine.” Tiger said in a serious tone.

Josh didn’t feel like forcing Tiger into his mom’s clothes, he would rather keep his head on his shoulders, so he just dropped the idea. He still grabbed a coat for her to possibly wear over her armor later if she changed her mind. Wolf changed into one of Josh’s dad’s polo shirts and a pair of khakis. He looked like he was about to go play tennis at a country club. The four left the house on foot, making their way to the gaming store, which wasn’t too far away. They walked in and were greeted by two people standing at the counter.

“Hey Tracy, hey Paul,” Josh greeted them nonchalantly. The two people looked up at them, eyes landing on Liv.

“Ooh, Josh brought a girl with him.” Paul teased.

“Oh, this is just Liv.” Josh said, brushing off the teasing as he walked up to the counter. Liv gave them a tight lipped smile. He could have said, “this is just my friend Liv”, but, whatever.

“Break another joystick playing ‘Biotic Wars’?” Tracy asked, clearly teasing him.

“Uh, no, I stopped playing. Those characters were so unrealistic.” Josh said, watching Tiger and Wolf venture further into the store from the corner of his eye. Paul raised a suspicious eyebrow and followed Josh’s line of sight.

He eyed Tiger. “Boing.” He leered. Liv made a disgusted face as he went to follow Tiger.

“Hey Tracy,” Josh asked. “Are you still dating that chemist guy?”

“Oh, Lyle?” She asked, smacking her gum. “No, we broke up, I call him Professor Ex now.” She snickered at her own joke.

“Ha, that’s really funny,” Josh fake laughed as he drummed his fingers on the counter. “Was- was it a, um, messy kind of break up? Or was it chill, like maybe you could casually put us in contact with him?”

“Nah I hate him, he used to wear a button down shirt every time we fucked, I hate him.” Tracy said casually. “Why do you ask?”

“Uhhhh,” Josh looked back at Liv. “It’s, uh, we’re partners in this class I started taking at a, um, community college and we have to interview a chemist and I just thought, you know…”

“Oh that’s cool, what community college are you guys at?” Tracy asked, nodding along and smacking her gum again.

Liv opened her mouth to say a real community college, but Josh panicked and spoke over her. “The- the California Community College.” Liv wanted to smack him. That was definitely not a real college.

“Oh yeah? I’ve literally never heard of that college before.” Tracy said, quirking an eyebrow.

“It’s real.” Josh lied, making it sound less real. “It’s good.”

“Yeah?” Tracy smacked her gum again.

“Yeah, we became friends there.” Liv jumped in, hoping she could help.

“Shopkeep!” Wolf called, watching a tween boy play a video game. “I have some questions about this boy’s murder simulator.” Liv tensed, shooting Wolf a look to shut up.

“Right, because you take a fake class there together.” Tracy continued, unimpressed and ignoring Wolf.

“I swear to you, it is a real school!” Josh said loudly, continuing to make it sound less real.

“Oh yeah? What’s the mascot for your real school?” Tracy asked.

“It’s a falcon-“

“It’s a real bird.” Josh lied again.

“Josh…” Liv said out loud without meaning to in the most disappointed voice.

Tracy rolled her eyes at them. “You guys are terrible liars like Pinocchio, and Pinocchio was wack-“ before Tracy could finish, Paul yelped, catching their attention. Tiger had him pushed face first into the bargain bin, holding his arm up behind his back.

“Why would you talk to someone who doesn’t want to talk to you?” Tiger demanded.

“I- I dunno- ow! Ow! Just let me go!” He cried. Liv and Josh scrambled over to them trying to signal for her to stop by waving their hands and shaking their heads.

“Futturman, you know this chick?” Paul wailed as Tiger tightened her grip on his arm.

“Nope, I have never seen her before.” Josh said nonchalantly while shaking his head at Tiger.

Tiger pursed her lips. “Fine.” She said through gritted teeth and let him go. “Next time he loses the arm.”

Paul stood up and looked between Josh, Liv, Tiger, and Wolf. He then glanced back into the bargain bin, picking up “Biotic Wars”. He looked from Tiger to the animation of Tiger on the cover.

“Futturman, did you hire like a crazy strong hooker to pretend to be this girl for you?” Paul asked, shooting Josh a judgemental look.

“No, I didn’t actually,” Josh shook his head.

“What a weird freak.” Tracy said, still standing back at the counter.

“Okay, we don’t have time for this.” Tiger muttered, pulling out a knife out of Paul’s line of sight.

“No! Uhhhh,” Josh sprung to action by dragging Paul away from Tiger. “We’re just gonna have a conversation over here.” He narrowed his eyes at Tiger as she rolled her eyes and put the knife back. He gestured with his head for Liv to stay with Wolf and Tiger so they didn’t get into anything else. Liv, Wolf, and Tiger listened in on Josh’s conversation with Tracy and Paul.

“Look, for the first time my life has meaning. I am going to help a lot of people by doing this, but in order to do that I need to get in contact with your ex.” Josh explained.

Tracy and Paul looked at each other with raised eyebrows. “That’s stupid.” Tracy said. “That’s so stupid.”

“Fuck it, you know what? I’m just going to tell you the truth.” Josh said.

“Oh God, no.” Liv put her head in hands.

“I beat ‘Biotic Wars’ and it turns out it was a training simulation sent back from the future to find the savior, who is me, and now I need to be in contact with your ex so we can get fuel for time traveling. So that’s it, all of the fate of humanity rests on this moment right here and now.” Josh stated as if it were a normal thing to say.

“Oh, yikes.” Tiger mumbled.

Paul and Tracy looked at each other again. “Why didn’t you just open with that, bro?” Tracy asked.

“Yeah dude, we’re here to help! Get that address!” Paul said cheerfully. Liv’s head shot up, stunned that they believed that.

“Seriously?” Even Josh was stunned. Tracy scribbled the address on a piece of pink paper.

“Here’s Lyle, hope he can help.” She handed the paper to Josh.

“Yeah dude, good luck saving humanity!” Paul said.

“Okay…okay awesome!” Josh was in awe that had worked. “Okay guys,” he motioned for his group to follow. “Let’s go! Thanks again guys!”

Liv followed Josh out of the store in shock. “How the actual fuck did that actually work?”

“See guys, aren’t you glad that we’re back on the team?” Josh asked proudly.

“Your cover story fell apart like a shit in your hands.” Wolf said gruffly. He was definitely the same old Wolf again.

“Oh come on, Wolf, I’d like to see you do better.” Josh said, tapping away at his phone as he looked up the address.

“I could and I would do it much better than you. I’m better than you at everything” Wolf said.

Josh sighed and stopped typing. “What’s with the negativity? The plan worked, we’re like a dream team!”

“Okay, you’re both back on the team on a provisional basis and currently you’re fucking up Liv’s chances by being a smart ass.” Tiger rolled her eyes.

“Yes Tiger, you’ve made that abundantly clear.” Josh sighed.

“You remembered my name, Tiger!” Liv was touched. Tiger rolled her eyes yet again.

“Tiger, would you please put on my mom’s coat. You actually look really ridiculous.” Josh said, trying to hand Tiger the coat. Tiger furrowed her brows and looked down at her armor. “Come on, Wolf’s rocking my dad’s shit, just put it on.”

Tiger snatched the coat from his hands. “Fine. Only because you got us the address.”

“And a ride to the address.” Josh pointed to a Lyft that pulled over in front of them. “For Futturman?” The man inside the car nodded.

Josh, Tiger, and Liv loaded into the back seat while Wolf got in the front. “Sunglasses At Night” by Corey Hart played softly in the background.

“Pilot, what is this music?” Wolf asked, perking up as he heard the song.

The Lyft driver looked at his radio. “I think it’s Corey Hart.”

“…I like Corey Hart.” Wolf perked up even more.

“Wolf likes something!” Josh leaned forward. “Turn that shit up!” The driver cranked the volume as they sped away. Liv was sandwiched in between Josh and Tiger. Tiger still scared Liv, so she was sitting very close to Josh. They drove to an unmarked building and Josh checked his phone three times to make sure they were at the right place. The four of them cautiously walked into the lab.

“Hi, what can I help you with?” A man asked as he approached them.

“Hi, are you Professor Karofsky?” Josh asked.

“I am,” the man said.

“I am Josh Pastman of Kronish Labs,” Josh quickly flashed his work badge so that Karofsky couldn’t see his actual name. “This is my sister, Liv Pastman,” It took everything in Liv’s power not to show her disappointment and annoyance on her face. He gestured to Wolf. “My assistant-“

“Corey Wolfhart.” Wolf went in to shake Karofsky’s hand. The scientist immediately felt Wolf’s strength as his hand was being crushed.

“That’s quite the grip you’ve got there, Mr. Wolfhart- ow, you can let go now.” Karofsky winced.

“And this is my other assistant-“

“Tiger.” Tiger said plainly. “I’m the mission commander.”

Josh laughed awkwardly. “It sure feels like it sometimes.”

“Tiger?” Karofsky raised an eyebrow.

“It’s her Burning Man name.” Liv said casually before Josh could come up with more stupid lies like California Community College.

Karofsky seemed to accept this reason. “Ah, I’m never more myself when I’m at the Burn. Namaste. What can I help you fine folks with?”

“Over at our lab we’ve got this special piece of equipment that utilizes a unique kind of biofuel, but unfortunately the manufacturer is kinda jamming us up right now, so we’re hoping you could take a look at it and tell us what it’s made of and maybe where to find more.” Josh explained. Liv was proud, that was a good lie! “Home Depot…Lowe’s…” Josh added, catching Liv give him a deadpan stare telling him to shut up.

“Look kid, I’d love to help you solve your biofuel problem for no compensation, but…” Karofsky trailed off as his eyes locked onto the vial of Cameronium that Tiger was fiddling with. “…that’s a biofuel?” His voice went up an octave.

“Correct.” Liv said, hopeful that he seemed willing to help.

“Let’s take a look at it.” Tiger reluctantly let him take the vial from her. He looked at it under his microscope.

“What kind of machine are you running with this?” Karofsky asked.

“It’s like a centrifuge.” Josh said, sounding as chill as possible.

“What kind?” He was starting to sound skeptical.

Josh’s eyes showed a hint of panic as he stupidly answered, “A really big one.”

“What’s it made of?” Tiger said sharply.

“It looks like microorganisms living in saltwater…I’m going to run this through the calorimeter.” Karofsky said, taking the vial to a new machine.

The four followed close behind Karofsky, watching as he dropped a tiny bit of the Cameronium into the calorimeter. Within seconds of the machine turning on, the glass the Cameronium touched shattered, making everyone jump.

“Jesus!” Karofsky looked down at the vial in shock. “It, um, seems that my equipment is faulty, I’ll have to run more tests in the back.” Liv sensed a shift in his demeanor.

“No. We can’t let that out of our sight.” Tiger said sternly.

Karofsky gave her a weird look.

“She means we don’t have a lot of fuel left so we’d like to make sure that it’s safe.” Josh said, growing anxious.

Karofsky studied the four of them. “Alright. It’s a clean room and I only have two hazmat suits. Your sister and the tennis pro can stay here.” He said to Josh looking over at Wolf and Liv, who exchanged glances. Josh gave Liv a look that she could tell said, “don’t let Wolf get into any trouble”. That and he also mouthed it to her.

“Stay hard.” Tiger mumbled to Wolf as she walked away with Karofsky and Josh.

“I am hard!” Wolf grumbled defensively. As the door to the back of the lab closed behind Tiger, Wolf and Liv looked at the other two men in the lab, who were quietly staring at them. Wolf took a half step closer to Liv, almost as if he were ready to protect her.

“Hey,” one guy said. “You two wanna try something?”

Wolf’s stance was tense. “Wh- what is there to try?” Liv asked awkwardly, trying to not seem nervous under their stares. Why as men would they be staring at her?!

“You,” one of them motioned for Wolf to come closer. “Dude, you’re going to love this. Eli, go get the stuff.” Wolf looked at Liv with concerned and alert eyes. Liv looked up at him in a similar way. These men made her weirdly uncomfortable. Eli got up and walked into another room.

“What are we trying?” Wolf asked.

“Dude, have you ever tried meth?” The guy asked. Liv looked back up at Wolf in shock. “You wanna try some?” He asked Liv. “Something about you tells me you haven’t ever tried meth.”

“You know what,” she said in the same awkward voice, this time at an awkwardly loud volume. “I’m gonna skip out on the meth, I did some for breakfast.” She laughed awkwardly.

The guy blinked and then started laughing. “No worries dude! I like you, you’re funny.” This helped put Liv at ease.

“Are you allowed to be doing meth at work?” Liv asked naively as Eli came back with a tiny bag of white powder.

“Connor, just tell them.” Eli said, setting the bag down.

“Okay, okay,” the guy, Connor, turned back to Wolf and Liv. “I think you guys might have assumed we were a normal science lab, but this is a meth lab.” He lightly chuckled. Liv looked shocked and Wolf looked lost.

“So,” Wolf cocked his head to the side. “You don’t know where to get Cameronium?”

“What the fuck?” Eli and Connor laughed. “Unless that’s some kind of slang for coke now, no?”

“Then…what the fuck is meth?” Wolf asked curiously.

Liv watched from the corner of the room with eyes as wide as saucers as Wolf jumped up and down and paced around the lab yelling, “I LOVE METH!!!!” at the top of his lungs while Eli and Connor paraded behind him cheering.

“I could nose eat this stuff all day!” Screamed Wolf, trying to lean down and snort some more meth off of the table.

“Wolf! Wolf, I wouldn't do that!” Liv waved her arms, running over to stop him.

“Woah! Slow down dude! You’ll kill your heart!” Eli pulled Wolf away, laughing at his enthusiasm.

“Where can I get more?” Wolf yelled. Eli and Connor looked at each other, but before they could answer Wolf had grabbed them by their shirt collars screaming, “TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW!!!”

“Wolf! Holy fucking shit, let them go!” Liv cried. Wolf’s eyes got wide as he let them go.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled.

“It’s okay, man. Let us explain something to you, what was it, Wolf?” Connor sent Eli to go grab a whiteboard from the other corner of the lab. “And Liv too I guess.”

Shit, Liv thought. His name is definitely supposed to be Corey Wolfhart.

“Step into my office,” Connor flipped the whiteboard around to reveal a detailed graph that read “Trickle Down Economics Of The Black Market”. Wolf looked intrigued and took a seat, looking like he was reading the graph carefully. Liv blinked a couple times. This was fucking insane. As Connor and Eli began giving Wolf a college type lecture on how the drug trade represented capitalism in its purest form, Liv was thinking about Josh…and Tiger too, but mostly Josh. It had been a while since they’d gone into the back with Karofsky, so either the tests were going really good or really bad.

Wolf turned to Liv with the widest eyes full of amazement as Eli and Connor wrapped their lesson up. “Nothing has ever made more sense to me in my whole life. “We have to go tell Tiger.” He bolted upright, excited to spread the news.

“Oh no buddy, see, we can’t let you do that. You’re not going anywhere.” Connor said, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointing it at them. Eli did the same. Liv’s heart dropped and she went pale as a ghost. Wolf on the other hand just simply raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not?” He asked. Then he burst out laughing. Eli and Connor shared glances and they started laughing too. Liv still stood slightly behind Wolf, terrified. She’d never been this close to a gun before, other than the one mounted on Josh’s family’s kitchen wall, but that was a wall mount. These were real and very loaded guns. Wolf was still cackling and Eli and Connor were still laughing along with him.

“Look, you guys seem like nice people, let’s just sit back down and keep hanging out, but we can’t let you go into the back.” Eli lowered his gun. That’s when Wolf pounced. First Wolf took down Eli for lowering his gun, then sweep kicked Connor while he was still surprised. Liv ducked behind a chair as Wolf pulled out a weapon he’d had concealed in his waistband and pointed it at the two drug dealers.

“I don’t give a shit if you won’t let us go back there, we’re going.” He growled. “Come on, Liv.”

Connor scrambled to grab his gun, but Wolf shot it with his, blowing it up. It was definitely a weapon from the future. Wolf grabbed Liv’s hand rather gently for someone who had white powder all over his face and they hurried over to the door that led to the back. Wolf whipped around and pointed his blaster back at Eli and Connor, who were trying to crawl away.

“That’s right, crawl away you little bitches!” He yelled before blasting down the door. On the other side there were more men with guns, Tiger was breaking some guy’s arm, Josh was being held down to a bench while some other guys were holding a giant jar of some rancid liquid over him, and a fight seemed imminent.

“Hard enough for you?!” Wolf shouted to Tiger as he jumped right in and started blasting up the place. Liv didn’t know what to do. She wanted to run away, but where would she run?

Tiger started knocking shelves down onto the gun men, and Wolf’s blaster shot must have reacted with some kind of substance in the lab because fire started to spread.

Liv stayed pressed against the wall in the corner. “Liv! Find the Cameronium!” Tiger shouted at her as she slammed someone’s head against a shelf. Liv’s whole body was shaking. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or adrenaline or both, but she was trembling. Before she could move she spotted Karofsky crawling out of the room and out an exit she assumed led outside, and close behind him was Josh. Liv sprinted in that direction, jumping over shelves and bodies she hoped were just unconscious. Tiger and Wolf dropped the people they’d been fighting with and took off after her. The trio ran outside to see Josh tackle Karofsky off of a motorbike he’d been trying to escape on.

“Get him Josh!” Liv yelled as she came to a stop. Josh and Karofsky got into the saddest, most anticlimactic slap fight anyone had ever seen.

“Maybe the little fucker has some fight in him after all.” Wolf said to Tiger and Liv. They watched as Karofsky grabbed Josh’s leg as Josh tried to smack him to the ground. They looked even dumber in their billowy yellow hazmat suits that they were wearing. “Should I step in?” Wolf asked.

“I think he might have this one.” Tiger said, stopping Wolf.

“Rip his fuckin’ throat out!” Wolf cheered Josh on. Josh had wrestled Karofsky to the ground in the saddest way. They were both just smacking each other. It was hard to watch, but at the same time, Liv wished she was filming it. “…or at least try to rip his fucking throat out!” Wolf corrected himself.

Karofsky tried to crawl away, so Josh grabbed him by the ankle and stopped him as he picked up his helmet and hit him over the head with it.

“Ow!” Karofsky groaned. Josh hit him again, and again until he slumped down on the ground. There was a brief pause as Josh waited for Karofsky to pop back up, but he didn’t, he was out cold.

“Yeah!” Josh threw his hands in the air. “I did it!” Josh pat down Karofsky’s suit until he found the Cameronium and held it up victoriously. Tiger just nodded and Liv turned around so Josh wouldn’t see her laughing. “I really kicked his ass.” Josh congratulated himself.

“Uh, yeah, it was the saddest and most boring fight ever, but you did it Futturman, you’re back on the team.” Tiger said.

Josh perked up. “I am? Oh, thank you! Thank you, I will not let you down!”

“Am I…back on the team?” Liv asked quietly.

“Fuck yes!” Wolf answered before Tiger could respond as she eyed Liv. Tiger sighed.

“I guess we officially have a team of four-“

“WOOOOOO!!!!!” Wolf cheered as he fist pumped the air and ran in circles. Meth was still in his system. Tiger and Josh looked at him, confused.

“He did coke in the lab.” Liv said.

“Liv, you weren’t supposed to let him do that!” Josh said before cocking his head slightly. “…how did you get Wolf to like you so much?”

Liv shrugged. “It must be because I’m so nice and pretty.” She smirked at him and Josh rolled his eyes.

“Are you two okay with being human sacrifices?” Tiger asked, but it came out as more of a statement than a question.

“What?!” Josh cried. Liv took a giant side step away from Tiger and closer to Josh.

“You heard the window-faced man,” Tiger said to Josh, nodding her head at Karofsky’s unconscious body in the parking lot. “We need another time machine.”

Josh reluctantly nodded. “Ohhh…and Biotics must have time machines.”

“And we know we can find some at the laboratory you clean, so we just have to catch one.” Tiger said. Josh and Liv nodded, sharing glances.

“Great fucking plan!” Wolf yelled. He’d been pacing around the front of the building. “Who’s up for a charge down?” Tiger pursed her lips and looked as though she was refraining from strangling Wolf. Josh got a grossed out look on his face. “I’ll take anyone. Or all of you.”

“No.” Josh said quickly.

“What’s a ‘charge down’?” Liv asked.

“Nothing! Nothing. Let’s just- just get out of here before any cops show up.” Josh unzipped his hazmat suit and carried it to the garbage.

As they walked to the nearest place with any phone signal to catch a Lyft or an Uber home, Liv finally noticed Josh’s face.

“What’s on your face?” She asked. It was sticky and looked like he’d poured juice all over his face and then rolled down a dirt mound.

“I was waterboarded with homemade kombucha.” Josh said casually, checking to see if he had any signal.

“Oh…my God?!”

“Yeah,”

“Are you okay?”

Josh thought for a moment. “…no.” He said simply.

#future man #josh futturman #tiger future man #wolf future man #derek wilson #josh hutcherson #eliza coupe #maia mitchell #bread on toast #hachi machi #future man fanfiction #Josh Futturman x OC #jhutch

[morsartis]

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

In the warmth and safety of your bed you tried to ignore the way your phone was buzzing lost in the sheets. You had decided to stay home for once instead of letting your friends rope you into going to some party you didn’t want to be miserable at. Instead you’d enjoyed some alone time and crawled into bed as it had grown darker outside. Being home, on Earth, was still a surreal experience for you. But after the destruction of Alternia and the mass exodus of trolls fleeing the carnage you had slowly tried to come to terms with it. Which all yet again led to your predicament. Again your phone buzzed and giving into demands you picked it up and checked your messages. 

Most of them were pictures of the party you had declined to go to, all from Cirava. Scrolling mindlessly through them you paused on his last few texts. 

‘Where are you lmao’

‘Thought I saw you sneak out carrying your shoes’

‘I still need those back btw lol’

Sighing heavily you already knew the guy was higher than a damn kite. He usually was when he deigned to go to parties and if you weren’t with him he had a tendency to pull shit like this. Another message pinged through.

‘Must have been dreaming of bumping into you or something lmao’

It could have been a sweet compliment. Unfortunately things were never that simple. Letting the phone slip out of your grasp and back onto the bed you rolled over and tried to get some sleep. You’d managed to doze for a short bit before your phone began to buzz more insistently. Groaning in frustration you snatched it from your side and squinted angrily at the photoshopped image of Cirava on a moisturewave background. Rolling your eyes you hit decline on the call. Just as soon as you had done so the phone lit up again with his caller ID. Hitting decline again you checked the time and felt another swell of annoyance. 

‘Its 3 AM Cirava’

‘I’m tryna change your mind lmao’

‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ 

Letting the phone fall onto your chest you tried to take a deep breath. He was just high and lonely. You didn’t want to be cruel but it was truthful, he really only called you when he was high. Always trying to talk you into something or another but tonight you were going to stay home and ignore it. You could apologize in the morning but not now, not tonight. Again your phone rang and in a fit of frustration you finally answered it, cutting Cirava off mid greeting. 

“Hi.” You replied flatly, “Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” 

“Lemme get somewhere darker.” He shouted over the music in the background, you knew he was only going to talk the same shit he always did. “I need a partner.” 

You sighed, doubting he could hear it over the noise. 

“Well, are you out tonight?” He continued. 

“Cirava its getting harder and harder to get you to listen, you know that right?” 

“What?” He shouted clearly not having heard you. 

“You’re incapable of making alright decisions, always having bad ideas.” 

“Its only three in the morning,” He scoffed, “and I’m tryin’ to change your mind.” 

You stayed silent. Frustration was back along with old hurt. 

“I left you multiple missed calls-,”

Unable to stand it anymore you cut him off.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You asked. Maybe it was the hurt talking or maybe you still wanted a genuine answer. Either way you knew you wouldn’t get one. For a moment the other side of the line was silent and you wondered if he’d hung up on you. 

“I can’t see you here.” He spoke, voice surprisingly subdued, “ Wonderin’ where I am.” 

What was that supposed to mean? Did he like jerking you around for his own amusement?

“It sort of feels like I’m runnin’ out of time.” He sighed, you could hear the rustle of fabric and realized abruptly that it was silent on the other side, “I haven’t found all I was hoping to find.” 

“Cirava-,”

“I know you said you gotta be up early in the morning, ‘gotta have an early night’, but I’m worried I’m startin’ to bore you, baby.” The use of the human pet name had you on edge. Cirava rarely bothered to use it. 

“Then call me when you’re no longer high.” You replied softer than you’d like. 

You knew he wouldn’t. 

He only called you when he was high. 

#cirava hermod #cirava x reader #friendsim #hiveswap #homestuck #reader insert #semi song fic #kinda angsty??? #the relationship is implied in this one #i thought I'd try my hand at the whole song fic thing #still working on requests but figured I'd post some stuff I was working on for myself #been hella busy for these past few years but things are at least coming together #kinda

[multifandomrandomgirl]

The Ropes That Bind Us - Peter Tork x Female!Reader PART SIX

Masterlist:

Taglist: @strawberry-sunset-skies

A/N: Y/h/c = your hair colour 

Y/e/c = your eye colour

“I can’t imagine they’d have taken Peter too far away.” Mike glanced between Davy and Micky who were both attempting to take notes from all the random things that were spewing out of Michael’s mouth. “He’s definitely still in the state.” Michael sighed.

“Mike, babe. Sit down, you’re making this worse for yourself. I’m sure we’ll get more leads as to where Pete is soon, but you need to chill. This level of stress isn’t going to bring him back any quicker. We need to sit and think this through, don’t even think about arguing with me. We need to think this through in a more calm way. Look, I want Pete back as badly as you do, but I know we need to think about this more rationally.” Micky walked over to Mike and put an arm around his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

“But, but, imagine how scared poor Peter must be, knowing him he probably thinks we’re not coming for him. He’s probably being tortured for information. What if they’re trying to get one of us and they’re trying to hurt him to get to us and he’s taking it rather than answering? Oh god, so many things could be happening to him, what if he’s really really hurt?”

“Michael, we went over this in the last chapter, he won’t be really really hurt, please. You’re not helping anyone.” Davy stood up and hugged Mike’s other shoulder, the one that Micky wasn’t hogging.

“Right, so-” Mike started, Micky slapped a hand over his mouth.

“No, not right now Michael. We need to wait until your head is clearer when you can think straight. We need to do something that’ll make you happy. What makes you happy, Michael?” Micky asked, stroking one of Mike’s sideburns.

“Playing music.” Mike said in a quiet voice, Davy and Micky went to retrieve their instruments and Mike’s guitar, handing it to the Texan. They let him take the lead and Mike started to play ‘Sweet Young Thing’, they had barely plate for a minute before Mike stopped and shrugged off his guitar angrily. Davy and Micky glanced at each other nervously, they weren’t sure what was the reason for him doing this, although, they had a small idea.

“Michael?”

“It isn’t the same. It doesn’t sound fucking right. We need Peter. God, I can’t play music without him. Why am I even trying?” Michael snapped, kicking the table that was in front of him. “We’re nothing without him. Fuck, why’d this Lord Reynolds guy think we don’t need him? Of course we fucking need him! Not just musically but in general! He’s our best friend god fucking damnit.” Davy and Micky began to get more concerned about the Texan, they hadn’t seen him this angry for a long time, and it was scary.

“Mike, please.” Micky was practically begging at this point. “Please just calm slightly. I know it’s hard, I really do, but-” He got cut off by the older man storming out of the house. Micky looked at Davy who just shrugged and went to grab his shoes and the house key.

“God, he moves quickly. Michael? MICHAEL” Davy yelled, Micky followed his lead, shouting the name of the Texan. “Slow down, get back here. Michael!” Davy screamed across the street, getting lots of strange looks from passers-by.

“Don’t make me ground you when we get home.” Micky chased after him. “Wait, why are we doing this?” Micky turned to Davy.

“I don’t know, the author is trying to fill in some space I guess.” Davy shrugged, Micky pulled a face of confused agreement and carried on running after him.

Eventually, they approached a large mansion-like house that had a white wooden fence surrounding the outskirts of it, not much protection from a tall, angry Texan.

“You don’t think?” Davy’s sentence trailed off, surely Peter wasn’t here, was he?

“I think so, hang on.” Mike jumped the fence and snuck up to the letter box, he pulled out an envelope addressed to ‘Lord Reynolds’. A nasty grin spread over his face, the leader turned to his two companions and signalled that they follow him, Micky gave Davy a boost over the fence before hopping it himself.

“Pete’s here?” Davy looked up uncertainly at the house, he knew from past experiences with houses full of rich people that it probably wasn’t the cleverest or safest idea, but then again, he didn’t care about that right now, he just wanted Peter back home where he was safe.

“What’s that?” Micky pointed towards a hatch in the ground that hadn’t been shut properly. He looked up and Mike gave him a knowing look.

“In we go then I suppose.” Mike tried lifting it up, it was heavier than he anticipated, both of his bandmates came over to help him and between them, they got it open. They climbed down the ladder and found themselves in a long hallway with a door at the end.

“You don’t think this might be trap to hurt us all? Take Peter to be able to kidnap us all.” Davy glanced up at Michael who put his hand on his shoulder. 

“No. But even if it is, we need Peter safe, so, let’s go.” The trio made their way down the corridor.

“Let’s hope you’re right about Peter being here.”

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Peter glanced over to where Y/N was sat, he hadn’t heard a single noise from her for what seemed like years but had really only been three hours. He wasn’t sure whether he should try to speak or let her rest, chances were she had passed out from the stress on her body.

All he wanted was to hug her. And his friends. But right now, his priority was the girl who’d sacrificed herself to stop him from getting hurt.

“Y/N? Y/N, please, just let me know if you’re okay.” Peter whispered loudly, he heard a bit of a shuffle from where the girl was, but no noise escaped her mouth. Peter let ut a quiet cry, he was scared that she was gone for good, she had sacrificed a lot for him and he cared about her, in more ways than one apparently.

“H-hey. Don’t cry. It’s okay Peter.” A tired, croaky voice whispered from across the room, Y/N. 

“Y-you’re alive? You’re okay? Y/N, I’m so so sorry.” Peter rambled, thankful that she was still there.

“I’m fine, Pete, really.” Y/N said.

“I’m glad.”

The pair sat in silence for a bit before they heard a loud bang on the door at the opposite end of the room, both of them jumped, terrified that it was their captor returning to hurt either of them.

“You don’t think it’s?” Peter whispered, he was scared, he didn’t want to get hurt but he also didn’t want Y/N to get hurt either. He shrunk down in his chair as far as the ropes would allow him. 

“Peter? Peter are you in there?” A loud voice from the other side of the door shouted. Peter’s eyes widened, it was Micky. His friends had come for him, Y/N had been right, they do care about him! 

“Micky! Micky!” Peter raised his voice as loudly as he could. He was so happy! He thought he was going to be stuck in there forever. Y/N smiled to herself, she was happy for Peter. She knew his friends would come for him, after everything he had told her, she knew he would be found by them. She was just sad that they had found him this quickly. Y/N knew it was selfish of her to feel that way, but she’d finally felt less alone, she found a friend, someone who made her laugh. She’d been alone for years in the dark before he was kidnapped.

The lock on the door eventually gave way after Davy had picked it, light filled the room, both squinted at the brightness, Y/N hadn’t seen any light for three years. Once their eyes had adjusted, they saw three figures in the doorway, three pairs of eyes searched for Peter and ran towards him, the short Brit ran straight for Peter and untied him, pulling him up and into a tight hug as soon as he was freed. Michael and Micky took their turns in hugging the golden-haired man.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Michael questioned, checking the boy all over looking for any cuts or bruises, Peter quickly shook him off. “I’m fine, Michael. Thank you.” He said, glancing over his shoulder to try and get a look at Y/N who was sat awkwardly, staring at her feet.

“Let’s get out of here then, I don’t like the vibe this place gives off.” Davy shudders, grabbing Peter’s hand, Pete wriggled his hand out of Davy’s and ran over to Y/N. He finally got a good look at the girl, she had y/h/c that reached her shoulders, and y/e/c that were dim due to the exhaustion and trauma she’d been through. Her lip was bust, she had a black eye as well as several other cuts and bruises on her face, he couldn’t see any more of her body to see what the evil bastard that kidnapped them had done to her, Peter thought she was absolutely gorgous though.

“Go, Peter.” Y/N whispered, barely looking up, she knew it would be harder if she knew what he looked like, she caught his long blond hair out of the corner of her eyes.

“I’m not leaving without you. Come on.” Peter desperately tried to pull at the tight ropes that bound her to the chair, Y/N shook her head sadly, finally getting a look at the puppy-eyed man that she had lived with the past few days.

“Peter. You have to leave me here. Taking me would make your escape even riskier. Please, just go. You know I can handle being in here.” She smiled sadly at him, God, he’s gorgeous, she thought as she looked back at her feet again.

“Come on Pete. I know you don’t think so, but she is right. I’m sorry.” Micky wrapped his arm around the bassissts shoulder and began to guide him out of the room, leaving Y/N in the dark, alone again.

Peter sobbed the whole car journey home, he wished he could have saved Y/N.

“Peter, babe, your safe. We have you.” Michael pulled the older man into a tight hug, resting his chin on the mop of golden hair.

“I know, but, Y/N, she-she isn’t safe. He’s hurt her so much. She took all the torture and abuse that the man was going to give me. He raped her for fucksake Michael.” Peter said angrily, Michael and the other two boys who were perched on the end of the sofa were slightly taken aback. Peter didn’t do being angry, Peter didn’t raise his voice out of anger, and Peter most definitely did not swear.

“She’s been suffering there for three years. She isn’t lucky like me, she doesn’t have people who’d come and save her. I’m the only person she had god fucking damnit.” Peter stood up, kicked a book on the floor and headed for his room.

“Don’t you guys see? We have to go back for her.” Peter’s tears spilled over his eyelids and he broke down. Micky went and gently coaxed him back down onto the sofa, Davy stroked his hair. Eventually, Peter cried himself to exhaustion and fell asleep. “What are we going to do?” Micky whispered.

“We’re going back for her.”

#peter tork #davy jones #micky dolenz #michael nesmith #the monkees #peter tork is so adorable omfg

[colossal-red]

TinyHunt

Chapter Two: The Duo

WC: almost 3,500. TW: Fear, vague psycopathicness, injury, comfort, magic, (arson?)

After Sapnap knocked on the door, it took only a moment before the door opened, revealing George. Sapnap was instantly worried, George looked as if he’d been tormented. He had his classic goggle-like glasses on, but they had a crack in the middle. He had rope burns just barely visible on his arms. He even had some small cuts on his arms and head as well.

He had heard from George that the house was infested with a single tiny, but he didn’t know a tiny could inflict this much damage. Looking past him, he saw a decent amount of glass on the floor. George had already grabbed a broom and had swerved away a decent amount of it. “George, what happened?”

“Eh, you know, I’ve got a demon. Also known as a Tiny.” George said nonchalantly as he finished sweeping up the glass. “Don’t worry George, I’ll help you catch him.” George nodded in his direction as he crept over to the bookshelf, what was he doing?

His internal question was answered as George slammed his hand on top of the shelf, “George, what the hel-“ Sap started until he saw a small green creature leap off from that spot, laughing maniacally. “Oh what the heck!” He shouted as the Tiny swung around landing on a small table next to the front door where Sap was.

“Nice to meet ya Sapnap!” The Tiny said as George threw himself over to their position trying to catch the guy. I’m the brief seconds the Tiny stopped moving, and Sapnap got a good look at him. The Tiny had a green hoodie on, roughly sewn. He also had a small carved-out mask that was white, what the material was, Sapnap couldn’t guess.

The main difference he saw between the Tiny and George was that the Tiny seemed to be having the time of its life, while George looked as if he was in constant irritation. “Get back here Dream!” Gogy yelled as ‘Dream’ swung up to the nearest vent. “You’ll be seeing a lot more of me Sapitus Napitus.” The Tiny proclaimed before it left through the vent.

Dream was interested in seeing what Sapnap could do, he seemed a bit stronger than George, he had a white bandana wrapped around his head, slightly worn. Alongside that, he had a white almost gray shirt with a small fire with a face in the middle. There would have to be further analysis for Dream to decide the next approach.

Meanwhile, George was berating Sap. “Why were you just standing there!?” “Well, it’s not my fault you got owned by a Tiny! Speaking of, why’d you give it a name!” “I didn’t give it a name, it just told me it!” Dream chuckled as he listened, this was certainly going to be fun.

The next day…

Dream went about his next day, as usual, ready for any changes that Sapnap might bring about. He went ahead and decided to give Sapnap a nice warm welcome by pushing the alarm clock right next to his ear. “Aghhhh!” Sap groaned at 8:00 AM, “I’m up.” He said as he batted the alarm away from himself. “Wakey wakey, Sap dude!” Dream shouted at him from a shelf as he knocked down a recently placed photo of Sapnap and a hooded figure.

Sapnap then got up and tried swatting at 'Dream', but he was far too sluggish for this. 'Dream' easily got away into yet another vent. "I'm not ready for this." He muttered as he went and fastened his Bandana in the bathroom. After that he went to make some Krave cereal, George then also walked in. "How you doin Georgebeenfound?" He asked him whilst George started making some coffee. "I thought I told you not to tease me with my full name." George said despondently. "Yeah, but it's funny." Sapnap replied back while eating the freshly prepared cereal. (Cereal first, always.) Then he heard a crash.

George was annoyed, well, after moving in here he was in a perpetual state of annoyedness. But the main reason, in particular, was that Dream had swooped in and knocked over the Coffee Pot. "GOD DAMN IT DREAM." He shouted as the little sh*t swung up to the top of the fridge laughing. This tiny was so arrogant, George wished he could wipe that smug little smile off his face. Then Sapnap came over and bapped the top of the fridge with a broom. It appears neither George nor Dream really expected that, but regrettably, Dream appeared fine. If not a bit bewildered when he crawled out from under the broom at the top.

Dream was a tad bit pissed. Who did Sapnap think he was? He quickly took another leap and swung around, grabbing George's glasses again, ("Hey!") and throwing them with as much strength as he could muster at Sapnap. "Aurrrg." He grunted as Dream swung around his arms. Dream quickly grabbed at the Bandana and tightened it a bit more than it should be. "OWWW" Sapnap screeched, "Leave my bandana alone Dream!" He said as he swatted in Dream's general direction with one hand and undid the bandana with the other.

Dream swung back up to a ceiling vent and got up in there. He took a look at the chaos he had wrought, George trying desperately to tape his glasses back together so he didn't need to get new ones, again. Sapnap unfurled his Bandana, the broom abandoned on the floor. The glass that would need to be swept up that came from the coffee pot. He took a second to laugh, before quickly retreating up the vent as Sapnap glared at the vent and reached for the broom again.

“George are you alright?” He asked as George fumbled with the tape, “Yeah, just getting sick of this thing.” Sapnap nodded, “Do you want me to go get you new ones?” “No,” George said quickly. “It’s a bit too expensive, I’m almost done here.” George then pointed to another cabinet saying there was a spare pot in there. Sapnap got it out and remade the coffee. He then poured himself a cup and sat at the table, George followed soon after adjusting his newly repaired glasses.

“So, do we have any plan?” Sapnap asked George as he placed his cup on the table after taking a swig. “Not really, we could try to get some traps?” George asked half-heartedly. “Do you really think it’s stupid enough for that?” Sap asked, George thought for a moment. “No, but it’s worth a shot isn’t it?” Sap nodded, “Yeah, it’s not like it could get worse.

A few hours later…

Dream thought about his next course of action carefully, the two humans were pretty irritated with him already, so what could he do next? He ended up deciding that having them hit each other would be fairly entertaining. He looked down from the living room vent and saw George sitting on the couch with Sapnap finally taking care of the broken glass.

He then gently tied his hook around the vent grate and began lowering himself down onto George’s head, this was going to be difficult, but where’s the fun in life without a little risk? As his feet landed on George’s head amongst the forest of hair, he thought over the next bit of his plan and pulled the hook down to him, he’d need to have Sapnap notice him, but before George did. Thankfully, he didn’t need to wait long. Sapnap was staring right at him and was already prepared to strike.

Dream went ahead and made it look like he hadn’t noticed Sap, but was preparing his hook and had already grabbed a tuft of Georgie’s hair. “George, don’t move.” Sapnap said quietly as George turned his head. “Sapnap, what are you doing?” “Just hold on a sec.” Then Sapnap brought the full force of Thor’s broom onto George’s head. But Dream had already jumped and was sailing across the room whilst attached to the ceiling fan from his hook, and climbed until he was holding onto the fan blade with his hand, freeing his hook.

“OW Sapnap!” George shouted rubbing his head as this panda-loving idiot stared at the fan, “What the hell is wrong with you?” It also felt like some of his hair was pulled off, but that couldn’t be right. “George the idiots up there!” Sap yelled pointing at the ceiling fan. “Of course he is,” George grumbled staring at Dream who was spinning around like a carefree buffoon. “Dream! Come down here!” “And why would I do that?” Dream drawled from up there whilst appearing to have the time of his life.

“Because if you don’t I’ll turn up the speed!” Sapnap yelled up at the spinning green guy. He already had his hand on the switch and was ready to turn it. "Heh, do you think that intimidates m-" Dream said as Sap turned it. "WOOAH!" Dream yelped as he spun with increasing speed, it even looked like he might slip! "George, be ready to catch him!" George then stopped looking like a surprised idiot and got ready on one side, with Sap on the other.

"What now Dream!" He heard Sapnap shout from below, this was the first time Dream had encountered a ceiling fan whose speed could be changed. (Like how common are these?) He looked around searching for something, anything that could help him before he vomited and fell. The arrogance he'd had for the past week or so had evaporated as fast as Techno could swing.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sap grab something he had brought to the house, it looked like one of those party poppers he'd seen in other houses. "I got a few of these to celebrate us moving in with each other, maybe we could use it to-" But what they could use it for, George and Dream never found out. As Dream mustered up the last of his mental strength to fight through the nausea and use his hook to yank it out of Sapnap's hand which was holding it loosely.

"Hey!" Sap yelled as Dream took it and held it. He then pulled hard on the activation of the popper, and confetti swirled around the room creating a cloud obscuring these hunter's vision. "Jesus!" "Sapnap! I can't see anything!" "What and you think I can see better?" The 'hunters' fumbled about while Dream was mustering up the courage to let himself fall to the carpeted ground.

He then fell down, and the hunters didn't see. God damn did it hurt, but at least it was cushy. He crawled underneath the cyan couch and used his needle to slice a hole in the fabric underneath and pulled himself into the couch. “How much confetti was in that thing Sap!” He heard George shout, “I don’t know alright! Do you have a vacuum or something?” Dream examined his wound, but he couldn’t see too well. So he grabbed a match stick that he had strapped to his back just in case.

“By all the primes, Sapnap! The vacuum is in the closet next to the stairs.” “Well how was I supposed to know that!” George was getting annoyed, “Why on earth would it be in the backyard?” Sap took a second. “Well, I don’t know where’d you put it.” He shrugged. George was living with an imbecile. Sapnap then took the time to vacuum up the cloud of confetti that had been created. George took a glance around. He let out a sigh as he realized that Dream wasn’t visible anywhere.

Thankfully, Dream didn’t think he had broken a bone. But it still was at least sprained, so painfully he waited until it was safe to come out. It took a while for it to become safe as George and Sap spent their time in the living room watching the second Harry Potter. (Dream remembers seeing George watching the first one when Sap still wasn’t living here.) Once they went upstairs to play ‘Minecraft’, Dream walked awkwardly to the nearest floor vent.

Dream eventually got to the top of the first floor where his main base is above the living room. He takes a second to look around the place. He had some Christmas lights taped around, and had a few chairs made of fluff that he had taken from other houses. He also had a nice container filled with any spare food he had, and a leak in the ‘ceiling’ where he collected water. But something was amiss, it felt as if the place was disturbed slightly, like the fluff was slightly ruffled, and there was a small extra nibble in a cookie residing in the container. Then Dream heard a noise down the corridor and drew his needle.

Callahan was a simple borrower, he went to houses, took things, and got out. Occasionally he might stay in a house for a while if it was safe enough. He was terrified of being discovered by a Human. (Except for… don’t think about her.) So when he found that there was a nice collection of stuff inside the vents of this place, he was elated. The downside was that the humans just underneath were extremely loud, so he probably wouldn’t have stayed for long.

He had walked back into the central large vent when he saw a fellow borrower. Callahan wasn’t the best about other borrowers, he generally liked working alone. But he was a sucker for whenever anyone was injured. However ever since… that happened, he hasn’t really spoken and probably never will, which is why most borrowers don’t enjoy his company. But when he saw the green hooded figure with a mask and damaged leg, he instantly wanted to help.

However said person was also holding a needle, and he didn’t want to get stabbed. So he grabbed a paper he had torn from a notebook a few houses ago and wrote with some graphite. “Hello! My name is Callahan, I see that you are injured, may I help?” He showed it to the masked man.

“Callahan huh?” The guy asked, “Well for your information, I can take care of myse- ahhg.” The guy went as he collapsed under his injured leg. Callahan went and propped him up and examined the wound. It didn’t appear to be that bad, but it would be inhibited if not taken care of. Callahan decided to use some of his healing magic to fix it.

Healing magic, and magic, in general, are very rare traits in a borrower, and just like their existence, they kept this hidden from humans. And because of that most borrowers don’t know about it. So when he used it in front of the new guy for the first time, he was clearly mystified.

"Woah, how'd you do that?" Dream asked the Red-Nosed Borrower who apparently had literally magic hands. Callahan after a few minutes held a paper up saying that there was a chance that upon birth, borrowers could have magic. In Callahan's case, it was healing magic. Dream was in awe, imagine how much he could do to the Humans with actual MAGIC. He then noticed that Callahan had asked, (On a paper.) what his name was. "Dream, my name is Dream.”

The next day Dream was prepared to go out and light Sap’s hair on fire. But Callahan stopped him. “Dream, that’s too reckless.” Callahan wrote. “But Callahan, it’s very fun!” Dream protested. “And how did you hurt your leg again?” Callahan wrote. “Ok, I got a bit cocky that time, but I promise it won’t happen again!” Callahan made a stern noise, “C’mon! You haven’t even seen how good I am.”

Callahan supposed that was true, after all, the injury wasn’t that bad. But it was still dangerous. “Please? Just watch me, you don’t have to participate.” Callahan resigned and wrote “Fine, I’ll watch.” The mask didn’t cover Dream’s whole face, so his wide smile after Callahan agreed was clearly visible, and made Callahan a bit excited to see what his skills were. After all, his hook was very interesting.

Dream lured Callahan from the vent, carried him with one arm, (Granted Callahan wasn’t very heavy), and swung them down to a shelf nearby the couch. “Alright Cal,” Dream started. “Watch and learn.” Dream cracked his knuckles and took a running start. Callahan was tempted to stop him, but his curiosity got the best of him. And so he watched with shock, horror, and excitement as Dream went plummeting to the floor, and swung with his hook to the kitchen, where the Humans were.

Dream was excited to show off his abilities to a fellow borrower, but when he took his running start, he silently prayed to prime that this wouldn’t go wrong. He jumped off and almost instinctively launched his hook as he fell and swung to the kitchen and focused on the two colossal humans. “OOOOOHH GEORGE! OOOH, SAPNAP!” Dream yelled as he swung just above Sap’s head.

Sapnap turned his head slightly upward, but Dream was already descending rapidly, as he fell he struck the match against the rope. But just before he landed on Sap’s head, he stopped his descent and touched the lit match to his head. “G-GEORGE! HELP ME!” Sapnap Screeched as he batted Dream away. “I’ll get the water!” George quickly grabbed a cup and filled it with water, meanwhile, Sap was running in circles around the room.

Dream swung onto the top of the fridge yet again and watched, George doused the fire with the water putting it out. “What the hell?!” George said generally. “What is wrong with you Dream?” Dream just laughed, “I mean, it was pretty funny though.” Sapnap was seething with partially burned hair. “I’m gonna kill you Dream!” He then grabbed the belt off his pants and tried to smack Dream on the fridge. But his efforts were in vain as Dream swooped away, but not before taking George’s glasses.

“STOP! I need those!” Dream then tossed them into the disposal built into the sink and landed gracefully on the counter next to the switch. George held his hands out pleading with him, “No, do-“ then Dream pulled the switch activating the disposal. The sound of broken glass being ground filled the room, alongside George’s groan. “Oh my god!” Dream then swung away with Sap trying to bat him out of the sky, but failed as Dream disappeared into a vent above the shelf.

“Quickly Callahan, and we disappear.” Dream grabbed Callahan by the onesie and took him into the vent, he was filled with awe at what had just happened. (And maybe a bit of guilt as well.) But it was still cool as shit. He had so many questions that if he wasn’t a mute, Dream would get thoroughly annoyed.

Callahan spent a decent while asking questions about Dream, like where he got his hook, and who taught him how to swing like that. You know, things of that nature. Dream answered them proudly, "Well, I got the hook from Technoblade, and learned how to swing from him too!" Dream told Callahan all about what he learned from Techno, leading to a bit of quality bonding time.

Meanwhile, Sapnap decided to call his Dad. "Are you sure calling Bad is a good idea?" George asked as he dialed his Dad's number. "I mean, we know he's sympathetic for these creatures-" But Sap cut him off, "George, first of all, a sweet, tender guy like Bad could convince our little Demon to go away. And secondly, there is a good chance that he'll hate Dream anyway because he SET MY HEAD ON FIRE." Sap emphasized. "Fair enough." George said, and that was that.

"Hey, Bad?" Sap asked the phone, "Yeah I know it's been a bit, but me and George need your help." Sapnap then told Bad all about their predicament. Sap hung up, "He's on his way, I think he'll probably be staying with us for a bit." George perked up for a moment, "Wait, so does that mean?' Sap knew what he wanted to know, "Yes, he's bringing his cat too."

A few hours later...

A knock was heard at the door, Dream wanted to greet this newcomer, he'd heard Sap talking to them over the phone. "You shouldn't do anything immediately Dream." Callahan wrote, "Three humans are too dangerous, at least get some more reconnaissance." "Ok, fine, let's see who this is first." Dream replied, they were watching from the same bookshelf he had watched Sap enter from. He watched Sap begin to open the door, and wondered who they were in for...

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[when-the-feet-hurt]

cw: guns, restraints

“You’re really a dear for helping me with this, Whumpee.”

Whumpee shouts something through their gag, shaking their head as they fight the rope binding them to a tree.

“Now,” Whumper says, aiming a gun at Whumpee, “where should I start?  I’ve heard you’re supposed to aim for the center of mass in order to have a higher chance of actually landing a shot, but honestly, what if I got you in your stomach or something?  It’s not like I could drag you to the hospital.  Besides, you’d bleed out pretty quickly, wouldn’t you?  I like to play with my toys for as long as I can before throwing them away, so I’m just going to try and aim for your limbs, okay?  Be good and stay still.”

Sticking out their tongue, Whumper lowers the gun, moving it around until the sight is aligned with the middle of Whumpee’s thigh.  They pull the trigger.  The bullet pierces the meat of Whumpee’s thigh.  Whumpee groans in pain as blood trickles out of the small hole.

“Wow,” Whumper mutters.

They lower the gun, the sight now focused on Whumpee’s shin, and they press on the trigger with a shaking hand, adrenaline and excitement coursing through their veins.  The bullet misses its mark.  Whumpee yelps as the bullet zips past them, cutting into the skin of their calf.  Whumper sighs.  They take a deep breath.  You have to be calm for these sorts of things, don’t you?  But it’s so hard.  When Whumpee groans and screams and bleeds like that, it’s hard for Whumper to control themself.  Anyone would understand.

Making sure their hand is steady, Whumper pulls the trigger again, smiling as the bullet bores a hole into Whumpee’s shin, as Whumpee shouts yet again and starts to cry.

“C’mon, Whumpee.  We’ve only just started.”

Whumpee shouts something in response.  Oh, that’s right.  They’ve got a gag in their mouth!  Why’d Whumper even try talking to them?  The excitement of all of this must be messing up their head.

“Sorry, couldn’t understand you,” Whumper replies, chuckling.  “Now, I’m thinking about going for one of your arms.  They’re thinner, so they should be harder to hit, shouldn’t they?  I’m always up for a challenge, so why don’t we start.”

Whumper concentrates the sight on Whumpee’s left bicep.  They miss, but that’s okay!  You have to let yourself be bad at something in order to get better at it.  That’s why they keep on shooting, even after Whumpee screams themself hoarse, even after they’ve passed out.

#whump writing #restrained whumpee

[scoutshonorband]

Hey.

First off, I miss you.

Second, why’d you hurt me so much?

Third and fourth, I don’t have much to say to you. But you made me feel good sometimes.

With the smiles and “l love you’s”.

But we all know you made me feel shitty too.

I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you.

Because sometimes I did feel loved.

At least in my own way, sad and skewed.

I never really knew any better and it’s not all on you.

But for real, thank you. Because you also taught me what I deserve and not forcing myself to stay because of a half comforting smile and a bed to keep myself numb in.

Because I was a slave to your sheets. I was yours to twist and drink until you felt warm like the liquor behind your teeth. And when you took all you could from me you tossed me away like the bottles next to your nightstand. When I was used up and couldn’t force myself to refill your glass anymore you asked “why am I still thirsty?” never “are you okay?”

It’s because it was never about me. It was never about how much pain I was in because yours just had to hurt so much more.

I’m sorry you were in the hospital, really, but it isn’t my fault I couldn’t keep saving you. Maybe when you wash down your pills down with vodka it doesn’t feel too good. But I was there with you because i was drowning too.

And all my effort went to keeping you from going off the deep end. As you stood on my shoulders and told me that it was never quite enough to keep your head above water. Gasping for air on the tips of my toes I saw you pulling me down with you. That’s when I Realized you weren’t struggling with me. You were my ocean. Because you were beautiful but I was dying in your shallowness. And worst of all no one ever taught me how to swim properly.

I’ll always remember our break up because the last thing you told me was “damn I loved you”.

Only to be followed with “but I knew when you started therapy you’d leave too.”

And I’m still trying to make sense of that.

Flip a coin and guess what to do next.

But I couldn’t make heads or tails of what to do or say.

So i just sat there quietly begging for some kind of change.

And god I know I wasn’t perfect but you didn’t have to remind me everyday.

I have new scars only ‘cause they recently surfaced.

So deep in my flesh I don’t think they’ll ever go away.

And I tried to cover them so you didn’t have to see.

So they didn’t hurt you,

like you hurt me.

But I realized i had to make myself some form of priority.

It’s like, when I was turning 22 or 23 and I started thinking “where did my childhood go?”

Like damn, when’s the last time I’ve seen a yo-yo?

Cuz I replaced things like candy cigarettes with real ones.

I replaced swing sets with nooses.

Knee scrapes with bruises.

I replaced happiness for your excuses.

I stopped seeing my friends and family.

I stopped seeing happy faces.

I stopped being me and worse of all I haven’t seen a single fucking yo-yo in ages.

Seriously. Where did they all go?

When did they leave?

Is it my loss of innocence, or is it my fault they’re not around?

Would they be there if I looked now?

Maybe, but I can’t keep blaming myself.

Because I’ve done that most of my life and fuck I’m so afraid that I’m the reason.

But I’m more afraid it’s something I can’t control or change.

At least with you I can say it was mutual.

Because you’re not a yo-yo.

I was the one at the end of their rope.

And you’re not coming back.

Shittiest part is, I found enough respect to not want you to.

Anyway,

Sometimes all you have to do is cut some strings and learn to let things go away.

Because I’m feeling better now and I know how much you love to place blame. But you’re right, It’s my fault I’m starting to feel this way. And I hope the thought of me burns like the drink you still down at the end of a long day.

[iqzo]

HEAT.

(armin x black!reader, soft dom bf—sub bf, jealously, bondage, ruined orgasm)

“BABY, I—I” armin cuts off with a sigh trailing behind you, closing and locking the door behind him as he chants apologetic words, he fastens his steps to catch up to you, and when he did. he quickly reached out and grasp your wrist, spinning you around to face him, you stood there with a glare and slight pout on your lips, armin’s body towering over yours making him slightly bend at the waist to meet eye to eye, “i wasn’t flirting with her i swear..” he softly said his contrite ocean eyes scanned your face for any type of subtle hints of forgiveness, finding none it caused him to sigh. “please, y/n. i wasn’t flirting with her, i don’t even know the girl!” he says with a slight chortle seeing you didn’t find shit funny, he instantly cleared his throat. you snatched your hand from his grasp, he straighten his back and watched as you dragged him by the waistband of his pants, taking him in front of the couch and in front of you as well. your hand pressed against his chest sending him down on the couch, legs instantly spread automatically. He states up with doe eyes, “w-what was that for?” he stuttered his face fluttering with red “shut up.” you said while planting your legs on either sides of his body, his hands automatically move towards your waist, which you stopped in an instant. causing him to look, confused in the face.

“don’t touch me.” armins eyes widened, before they relaxed as his mouth curved to a soft smirk. “are you punishing me?” he questioned you gave him no response and continued on with what you had planned, pulling out a rope which you nicely hid behind your underwear. wrapping both armin’s hand in it, his eyes opened in shock. “where’d you get that from??” he questioned staring up at you. you still stayed quiet glancing over at him before looking away. “cmon, baby, please say something..” armin licked his lips hearing nothing but his voice replying with the silence in the room, you sighed heavily before meeting his lips, instantly sliding your tongue into his mouth exploring it as he struggled to kiss back, due to the oncoming hard on happening and you grinding against it powered it up. he grunts into the kiss, by the way you were kissing, armin could tell how angry you were just by him having a simple conversation with someone who he barely knew. you broke the kiss leaving a string of saliva locked onto both of ya’ll bottom lips.

armin breathes heavily still watching your every move, “put it in your mouth..please.” you glared up at him as you slid down to the floor. knees hitting the cold ground, “don’t tell me what to do.” you said which caused armin to swallow dryly at the unexpected dominance radiating off of you.

your hands roamed over to the twitching swell in the middle of his pants, he swallowed the moans when feeling the warmth of your hand gripping around his cock, body twitching back and forth with his mouths opening as nothing but moans, grunts and groans. you moved your hand faster, causing his high to reach faster than before. you noticed by all the toe curling, legs twitching, and stomach stinking movements he did. his moans becoming cut off and broken, you stopped causing his head to fall forward, his eyes stares into yours. pink pouty lips parts with his tongue peeking out. “s-shit, fuck why’d you stop?” his chest heaves up and down, still not receiving any words from you he lolled his head back onto the top of the couch, you bought your hands back onto his dick and continued to stroke, this caused his head to instantly lift. his body shaking from the ruined orgasm minutes before. he talked with nothing but broken moans as his climax was coming. “sh-shit, i’m coming, please don’t stop.” armin begs while his pelvis continued to runt into your hand which caused you to place your other hand on his waist holding it still which drove him crazy, emitting a loud high pitched moan. you smirked, “who was the girl you were talking to?” you questioned now positioned yourself sitting on his lap as you fasten the hand around his cock, his body jolted as he tried to get the answer out his mouth but from the intense pleasure he was receiving it called out jumbled up with moans.

“s-she’s, shit, she’s connie’s-ah connie’s friend, shit!” he shouted, your face scrunched up as you tightened your grip, “you said you didn’t know her.” you said moving your head slightly closer to him, staring down at the redden face boy with his pink lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. nothing but pleasurable sounds departing, “i-i- shit, i’m gonna cum, uggh, i said i-i barely knew her, like, f-fuck, she’s an acquaintance to me..i promise, please i’m gonna cum,” he whispered licking his lips right after. you looked down as his dick before glancing back up at him, “hold it.” armin’s eyebrows knitted, “i-i can’t- you will, hold it.” you glared cutting him off as you placing your other hand on his cock, that hand played with his mushroom tip. his whole entire body reacted with shock running through his veins and landing on in his throat, having him moaning and whimpering. “p-please,” he cried, “i can’t hold it in baby, i-i can’t..” he whimpered you stared at him, “can i..please..” he begged staring up at you with water starting to brim the bottom of his eyelids, “fine.” you grumbled which made armin thank you. looking down seeing his hips buck into your hand, thighs shook as his toe curled like curly fries. his mouth parted, nothing left as his dick shoot out his essence landing on your wrist, stomach, and on his stomach and thigh. he breathes heavily, staring up at you before swallowing dryly.

“fuck, baby.” he says before releasing a breathy chuckle, slowly sitting up. “can you untie me please..” he says which caused you to laugh, “we are not finished armin, i’m still mad at you.” armin’s jaw dropped, “b-but i told you she was nothing but a acquaintance to me.” “don’t care.”

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