#y'all i'm from the deep south

[leverage-ot3]

time for the obligatory post about what episodes I want to see in the upcoming leverage season(s)

(for reference, I made this similar post in 2020 after the reboot was announced. I'm pasting some from that post bc I still want them to happen lol)

new ideas:

I mentioned a date night episode in the last post (apollo really did bless me with foresight for the date night job on that one) but for considerment: ot3 date night. possibly their first date night after they all get together. breanna and sophie know it's happening (harry is, like, peripherally aware) and some crime hijinks are going down and the three of them are frantically trying to stop bad things from happening that are going to interfere with the date. I want to see them going through it behind the metaphorical curtain. I want to see breanna fighting for her life trying to out-hack the hacker that is going to ruin their ten-part itineraried date. harry has to get in a fistfight and eliot is so proud about it when he finds out after everything is over

tree law episode. harry has been frothing at the mouth about it since it was made. his life has been moving him towards this penultimate moment. breanna thinks it's HILARIOUS and cheers him on 100% of the way. she is VERY enthusiastic about this con

I'm not going to mention certain things because I've seen jrogers posting on bluesky social and I know he might be already writing some of those plots

con that the food trucks have plot-relevance. like, one of his food truck stations is being harassed /victimized by, like, a local gang or something that takes advantage of food truck/cart workers and the team steps in. the actual (veteran) food truck workers get involved in the con. leverage international might just have gained a few retainer members

quinn should come back for an episode. I know the actor is friends with ckane. they should make it happen because it would be iconic and I said so

on a similar note, ckane is friends with jensen ackles and. guys. wouldn't it- wouldn't it be extremely funny if a flame from eliot's past named sean sylvester who is a rugged drifter with a questionable past

episode where tara or maggie (or BOTH, can you imagine how powerful that would be???) come back and there is slight flirting with sophie possibly??? that or very obvious chemistry from a past tryst. sophie has slept with both of them, I know it in my heart of hearts. bonus points if tara and maggie fall in love (I think it would be funny. maggie's taste in men is canonically atrocious, I think she deserves someone like tara at this point)

I just want a lot of side characters to come back, okay? sue me I miss them

gonna put the rest under the cut since this post has become obscenely long

not episode-specific, but I want more mentions of the korean leverage team. and all the other teams too! we know that in canon there is the south korean one, the nigerian one, and one in london (I think that's it for mentions so far, but correct me if I'm wrong!)

episodes addressing issues with american imperialism and its effects on minorities and marginalized communities, specifically within this country (there aren't a lot of episodes where they are actively out of country)

dear fucking god take a more abolitionist stance on policing I'm begging. would it KILL you to not be weird about cops? pls just punch some more cops. take down white supremacist cops, I'm sure you can scrounge something up bffrrn

women's rights episodes. I know it's kind of recent, but episodes about accessibility of stuff like birth control, abortion access, etc. y'all are capable of making excellent episodes on that I know it

more climate crisis-related episodes. god knows you're feeling it in the deep south

taking down a corrupt megachurch pastor (although lbr, there is no ethical megachurch anything and you can fight me on this)

something to do with ace rights bc I think it would be really cool to see the team advocate for that stuff, especially since breanna is canon ace

helping a polycule that is being victimized by X organization/entity (maybe a housing association or medical or something???). breanna is bombastic side-eyeing the ot3 the entire time. it is making hardison sweat. sophie thinks it's hilarious

taking down 'writers' that use ai and self-publish AND/OR people that take original/fan works off of like ao3 and wattpad and publish them for personal profits without the author's consent. breanna would have a field day with this (god herself could try to convince me that girl does not read/write fanfic and I wouldn't believe it)

episode about underfunded public schools. we saw corrupt private schools in the fairy godparents job but I want an episode that would make abbot elementary writers proud

episode addressing native/indigenous. eliot is from oklahoma, I'm sure he is well aware of the health/job/economic/etc disparities on reservations. I will email jrogers about it myself if I have to- it anyone can get people going about native rights through a tv show it would be leverage.

I sent an ask to wil wheaton once asking if he was open to returning to leverage and I think he said he would be down for it. but chaos either has to be a reluctant ally to leverage international and is being handled by quinn as a hitter OR he is just. in jail. bc he sucks.

bpas and/or pfas episode. breanna has mentioned microplastics before but I want more

the team tears the shit out of conversion therapy camp owners and plants the seeds for legislation that will punish parents that try to send their kids to those hellscapes

while we're at it, I'd love to see an ep where they tackle the trans bathroom issue. god knows the news doesn't talk about it nearly enough

something to do with foster care. they end up starting some sort of foster care network that past clients/allies can take part in. maybe a mentorship program for kids that want to do what they do one day (they are very reluctant to encourage kids to participate in crime BUT if that is the avenue that they are going to inevitably go towards, they guide them in the right direction). nana makes an appearance (*insert 'everybody liked that' meme*)

prison industrial complex episode. I KNOW we had the jailhouse job BUT we really need this in our year of 2024

another episode on corrupt influencers. maybe influencer parents? dear god pls take them down a notch

ep where there is an underlying message that tells you how to avoid becoming victim to scams or something, or like is a tutorial for how to identify scams you might fall victim to (sorry, I just have to say this after two separate people tried to pig butcher me in less than two (2) weeks))

not to say I want them to do an ep calling out cop city, but it would feel really good to watch the leverage team rip that concept to SHREDS

the minimum wage job. need I say more? we deserve the catharsis

pls go after goodwill execs, esp the ones in the pnw that have their sector as for-profit and have become millionaires+ because of it while paying their staff (especially disabled staff) fucking pennies

while we're on the topic, pls call out salvation army (the corporation)

I can probably go on for like five hours so I'll stop here

ep that we get to see harry and his daughter bond :)

job where they get to lower the price of insulin (and other drugs)

actually, you know what? an episode where the crew annihilates big pharma and terrible insurance companies

I think that breanna should be able to go off about mass/over consumption as a treat. I 100% believe she has Thoughts about it. like, she will absolutely call out the corporations that are responsible for these trends, but also she should be allowed to mention our tendency for overconsumption as a society. obviously there are a few corporations that are doing most of the world's pollution/ecological damage, but we should be doing our part too and I KNOW it would be in-character for her to go off on it

I bet she has a LOT to say about influencers, tbh. obviously not all influencers are bad, but there are sooooo many problematic ones and problems within the influencer industry

sizing discrimination in the modeling/clothing industry. let eliot talk about how there are no perfect bodies. also while I'm on the subject, can we PLS have more body-diverse background actors on the show? I know this is nitpicky but I'd really love to see some more people that look like me, even if they are just in the background

a thinly veiled writers' rights episode (I'm looking at you media execs and the stupid amount of time it took for you to comply to the WGA demands)

something to do with media companies making entire movies/tv shows and then fucking cancelling them/not releasing them and using them as tax write-offs. every time it happens it baffles me. that is cartoonishly stupid villain shit. I can't imagine lovingly working on a project for a year plus and then the company just going, nah, we aren't going to release it because you suck and it's a good business move

ai art and ai in general. please. let it BURN

okay now I'm done

ideas from the previous post that I still want:

comicon job. I said it before and I will say it again- we deserve it!!! come on, it's the age of the geek after all!!! (in the last post I also said a ren faire ep, but I will let the card game job count for that)

summer camp ep? I saw a tumblr fic about it and I think it could be cute. it could kinda be like the fairy godparents job- eliot in charge of some type of sports (archery, fencing, etc), hardison would be in charge of arts and crafts (this boy might be a genius with tech and in general tbh, but the show did such a good job of showing that he’s also very talented with the arts- sculpting the statue for the miracle job, forging the old diary in the king george job, etc), parker would LOVE to be in charge of a high ropes course. breanna would totally be down for some sort of nerdy kid robotics or simple, traditional camp games (can't go wrong with the classics. everyone loves making bracelets!) I feel like it's too stereotypical to have sophie have kids put on a play but we all know that's exactly what she would do. idk for harry? I think he has the same traditional camp activities vibe as breanna. he's in it for the nostalgia. OR something to do with videogames

please, please, please, please, please make an episode where they take down a cult, im begging. that would be such a good episode. definitely a mindfuck episode like the experimental job (4x11). I’ve seen a few posts about a job dealing with a cult (here’s one) and I think it would be really interesting 

MORE STERLING being DONE with leverage shenanigans!!! give me feral!sterling like in the frame-up job (5x10)!!! give me sterling that protests every step of the way but conveniently looks away and “whoops, the team just disappeared, I have no idea how that happened!!! diddly dang darn it, they got away again!!! sorry guys!!!” bonus points if mcsweeten is there too and also participates in intervening hijinks

the team takes down a circus that is still using and abusing wild animals!!! because first I’d LOVE to see acrobat!parker swinging up in the air like a pro and being in her element, but also because those places are the fucking worst and need to Go Down. give me eliot having to pose as an animal trainer with deep sympathy for the animals being abused, quietly talking soothing words to them when he thinks no one is around (correction: hardison is, in fact, around, and filming his boyfriend’s softness to save for later). give me charismatic hardison playing the role of ringmaster, running and flaunting about and being passive-aggressive to the circus master. give me eliot freeing the animals from their chains when they are finally able to shut the place down and relocate the animals to sanctuaries (his hands shaking just a little as twists the key in the lock, because he too was once an abused, caged animal in his own right and he knows how liberating it is to finally be free). 

#i have SO much to say about native rights and I'd give a kidney to be able to have it shown for all on a wide reaching show #for the love of god it's the least we can do #sorry yall im just. really passionate about native rights. I made myself a nuisance to all of my hs history professors talking about it #every chance i got. if the textbooks won't talk about it i will make my presentation about it and educate my peers my goddam self if i have #to #anyway. i will get off the soap box now. but yeah educate yourself on native/indigenous rights (based off where you live too) #episode ideas #leverage redemption #leverage redemption s3 #speculation #mine #parker #alec hardison #eliot spencer #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #sophie devereaux #harry wilson #breanna casey #mr quinn #quinn #side characters #leverage international #tara cole #maggie collins #jim sterling #recurring characters #sophie x maggie #sophie x tara #maggie x tara

[lovelybunn]

south park post covid main 4 w/ you in a revealing bikini ! 🍹˚ ༘

warning(s): uses of prns she/her, fem!reader, lowkey a crack post, swearing, suggestive themes

author's note: i'm pretty late to the party (and this was just stuck in my drafts) so i decided to post it now, hope you enjoy!

stan marsh

his swimming trunks don't ever fit him, either they're squeezing his balls off or they're so loose that he will almost flash some poor innocent family

"alcohol-free" by twice but with the alcohol

i mean, stan's like wasted on like five margaritas before he sees you, and when he does... oh, HOOCHIE MAMA!!

ok but fr, the moment this pot belly man sees you in that cute ass swimsuit, he is ALL OVER you.

he's gon grab you from behind and give you all kinds of sloppy neck kisses

"you're so sexy baby. i love you~"

did i forget to add that's he's an ass man?

"🎶 take that, rewind it back, usher got the voice to make your booty go– SMACK!"

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kyle broflovski

leanly built kyle broflovski me thinks...

the only one who actually reacted like a normal grown individual out of the four of them 😐

if you have any body dysmorphia, this man will make sure you love your body just as much as he does.

don't get me wrong, he did show you off, but that was more of him making a declaration of "that's all mine, and you wish she was yours."

his hands most definitely will be glued to your hips/waist (his favorite part of your body)

anytime someone would look at you in a flirtatious way/quite literally flirt with you, he would instantly give that signature "i'm tired of your shit.™" kyle broflovski look.

forehead kisses and CONSTANT compliments

trust me, he loves the way that fabric hugs all your yummy curves 😋

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eric cartman

this cutie patootie was shocked to see you in that. (calling cartman of all ppl that makes me want to vomit)

he tried his so very hardest to cover you up, with towels, a cover-up, his own swim-shirt, but you took it all off bc ofc you did.

istg he almost cussed a mf out for cat-calling you, he was fighting the urge to keep the true eric theodore cartman deep inside

he would hold your hand the whole time like if he let go you would vanish out of thin air lmao XD

weird headcanon, but i think eric loves seeing your hair down and wet, like all that water dripping down your body really turns him on

sunbathing is his fav past-time when going to the beach/pool

LIKE IF Y'ALL ARE TANNING TOGETHER, LAY ON HIS BIG OL TUMMY, IT'S WORTH IT ISTG, ITS LIKE A PILLOW

also cartman can't swim for shit so he stays in the shallowest part of the water at ALL TIMES. (come on, you don't wanna see his old ass drown, do you?)

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kenny mccormick

kenny man bun, kenny man bun, KENNY MAN BUN (but fr, he doesn't like getting his hair wet so he puts it up every time y'all go to the beach/pool)

you just had to pick out a bikini that would show the most amount of cleavage, didn't you?

my man's eyes must've POPPED out of their damn sockets like a cartoon character when he saw that shit

"ah that's hot, that's hot."

every chance this dude gets he's gon come up to you like "madam, your breasts look awfully heavy, shall i hold them for you?"

but enough about kenny's obsession with boobs, i honestly feel like he'd be all kinds of lovey-dovey the whole time

hugging you, kissing you, feeling you all over,I'm pretty sure you'll have to literally bitch-slap kenny cuz this man will be attached to your hip like a tumor

also, you know that hawaiian shirt he always wears (that probably hasn't been washed in 6 months)? yeah, that thing will stay on his body the whole time unless he's in the water. but it's unbuttoned ofc, he isn't trying to die of heat stroke bruv 😕

#south park #south park post covid #south park headcanons #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #crack post #crack fic #honestly idk wtf im doing #lmao #please ignore this

[gunbun]

this post is about the cultural concerns regarding ffxiv: dawntrail

Hi doods. Activism has brushed up against fandom YET AGAIN but this time it punches me straight in the heritage and this time I wanna talk about it.

I'm a non-status Qalipu Mik'maq, for the record. An Indigenous American, if thou wilt.

I discuss some pretty heavy shit below the cut. I pray it persists across all devices. Please advise if you want me to tag this as something, or block the tags I have used. I do not need anyone to spread this on my behalf, I do not need anyone's defense. I just have some thoughts and I want to think them.

So it's been less than 24 hours since Dawntrail was announced and we got the Keynote.

We're going to Fantasy The Americas! Before Industrialization!

Many people went "oh hell yeah, that's Brazil, this is gonna be great! We don't usually see this!"

On Twitter especially, many MORE people lost their goddamn minds, citing CBU3's prior wobbles with depicting foreign/indigenous persons.

And of course, the White Community Leaders are out in force performing pre-emptive outrage or even asking people to quit FFXIV in light of this announcement.

I'm here to ask folks not to do that.

What follows is my tweet-thread about it.

"It is perfectly okay to be waiting and seeing how Tural is going to be portrayed in Dawntrail. It's okay to have a concern.

It is NOT okay to come out preemptively swinging and performing outrage.

Because blood quanta are their own touchy subject I usually don't bring this up, but I am the class of indigenous person what represents "what's left".

And I fucking tell you now I don't need the opinions of Concerned White People.

I do not need Concerned White People telling me what colonialism is.

I do not need Concerned White People telling me to be mad.

I do need Concerned White People to realise that the above two actions are microaggressive as fuuuuck.

"but Jai, aren't you White?"

colonialism and genocide comes in many forms. this includes forcing indigenous persons to assimilate or be killed.

also stuff like reinforcing the idea that being indigenous is shameful so that when their descendants find out, they deny it."

Thus ended my tweet thread. There's one more tweet linking to qalipu.ca.

So I want to write more about this on Tumblr.

I really want to make sure that folks take a hard look at what they're concerned about and why.

Like… a lot of White Concern about the use of indigenous motifs in Dawntrail is itself a brand of anti-indigenous racism.

Thinking that the MSQ is going to automatically be about the Scions starting a colonialism in Tural? That's a pretty gross thing to say in the same breath y'all complain about Always Fantasy Europe.

Calling "cultural appropriation" when everyday items are displayed and depicted in the manner in which they were/are used (gulal, curry)? Way to exoticise foreign and indigenous cultures by thinking that everything they make, wear, use, or eat is something of Deep Cultural Significance that Cannot Ever Be Shared With Outsiders. Saris and salwar kameez are just as culturally significant as skirts and slacks. Moccasins are just shoes.

And moreover, getting preemptively Concerned when thus far THERE IS LITERALLY NO NEED TO BE CONCERNED is actually kind of beyond the pale. I haven't seen many indigenous folks and/or folks from South America being anything but pleased that this time The Americas gets a cool pastiche like Europe, Asia, and India have gotten in the past. There's an undercurrent of "oh no, I hope it's not bad stereotypes" which is ABSOLUTELY OKAY. Reblog and retweet what THOSE people are saying. Do not add commentary.

Preemptively saying "you're worried" about your South American/Indigenous friends with zero indication that they're bothered? Come the actual fuck on. We are not a monolithic group that you can "be concerned" for to get a pat on the back later as a Good Person. Do not Perform the I'm A Good Person And The Worst Thing You Could Do is CALL Me A Racist dance.

Don't "get ahead of the discourse". Not every conversation needs your fucking input. Shut your mouth.

What is and isn't an Offensive Portrayal of Indigenous Americans is a lot more nuanced than most people who like to perform outrage make it out to be.

We can and will speak up for ourselves. Share our words and our concerns if you must. Do not go and distill our words and turn us into the monolith you hide behind to perpetuate white saviourism and neocolonialism.

We aren't a monolith of poor uneducated people who don't understand what the europeans did that need to be uwu protected.

#long post #indigenous musings #idk what else to tag this

[neuroticbookworm]

*deep breath* FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Alright, I'm gonna make my case for the Bad Buddy Rooftop Kiss. This is probably gonna be the most personal I've ever been on this hellsite.

Let's get this out of the way. I loved Kinnporsche. I honestly did (even though it might not look like it since this is the second time I'm passionately campaigning against the show). I loved it so much that I made my very busy best friend, @tonysteve25 who is planning their wedding, make up the time to talk to me so I can rant for two hours about the show (no need to judge me, I know y'all are equally crazy)

I'm gonna strip the plot to the basics and then build my argument, so if I end up reiterating a lot of themes that are already discussed, apologies in advance

Bad Buddy is, at its core, a Romeo and Juliet retelling. Set in a fairly conservative Asian country, and produced by a media industry whose brand of storytelling often involves an AU-esque setting where homophobia does not exist. We are shown time and again that Pat and Pran's friends and family do not have a problem with them being in a same-sex relationship.

So the conflict comes from the history their families have with each other. As a South Asian cinephile, I've watched this trope play out so many times with heterosexual couples that I'm sure it has unwittingly become a part of my brain chemistry. Oftentimes, the reasons why the families are feuding are so over the top that every shred of relatability gets thrown out the window.

In Bad Buddy's case, the reason is kept simple, albeit childish in the beginning. A business rivalry between the two families, and as a result, the boys are also pitted against each other. This simplicity gives way to a lot of levity in the beginning, but as the story progresses, the real strength of this narrative starts seeping through. This show is relatable. Almost too relatable.

The constant pressure to outperform the other in every way, be it academics, sports, or romance; the expectation on Pat to follow his dad's footsteps and match his achievements, even in a dumb singing competition; the guilt that permeates every moment of joy they feel in their relationship, because they are always aware that they are actively disappointing their parents; the quiet, painful realization in the later episodes that they will never be accepted into each other's families, no matter how hard they try; the revelation that the root of the conflict came from a scholarship stolen from a woman, to satisfy the expectations of a patriarch.

Every statement above is the reality of so many Asians living their lives right now. I personally know couples who have been cut off from their families for over 20 years because they don't approve of their love/marriage. I have peers who blindly follow the career path charted for them by their parents because it is easier than resisting and doing something they actually like. A lot of us are left feeling unmoored and struggling to define our self worth in the real world, after we leave academia, because that is all we are ever taught: your grades indicate how worthy you are.

Now, I know not a single word above argues why the kiss is the best, but I'm getting there. Stay with me now. Many people more talented than me have argued the specifics of the kiss, the reasons why it grabbed us by our throats the first time we saw it, and why we are still on that rooftop with them. The reasons submitted in the poll describe it so eloquently, beat by beat (edit: I found out that it was witten by @tiistirtipii, here). @respectthepetty begs us not to disappoint Pat again here, @lurkingshan dives deep into the character analysis and why the kiss is the perfect culmination of narration, pacing, and the characters' journey here, @waitmyturtles explores the importance of foreplay, the 'how did we get here' before the kiss, here.

What I want to draw attention to are two things. One: how this kiss was executed in such a way that all of their deeper struggles are woven into the microexpressions, so when you rewatch the show, all of the added context makes it so much more heartbreaking.

Let's be clear here, Pat and Pran did not get a happily ever after. They did not break all of the chains that were weighing them down. Pat went on to follow his father into the business (who also followed his father into it). They have to keep their relationship a secret, with no end in sight. Even in the end, the audience is shown only a hidden, reluctant acceptance from the parents, not an open love.

Pat and Pran's relationship will always be bittersweet. And the kiss shows it. The fact that the kiss was the very last shot to be filmed is no coincidence. The actors know how it ends, they have already performed it. They also know that the characters in this moment know it too. They have lived all their lives playing their families' games, they know that if they take this leap of faith, then they are willingly giving up so many little moments in life, even something so mundane as entering each other's house through the front door. And we can see it, see all of it clearly in Pran's face. Pran, who plans every detail of his life. Pran, who is also in love with his rival for who knows how long. And then we see it in Pat's face too, if only after a moment, because that's the way he is. Pat, who has looked at Pran all his life as a rival, a bandmate, a secret friend. Pat, who is the only one who can completely understand Pran, his anger and grief and devastation, because they only have each other in this wretched game. We see his face fall, and we see confusion cloud his happiness.

This kiss is the perfect summation of their relationship, shown at the very beginning of it. They can have desire, but be riddled with guilt. They can have happiness, but only in secrecy.

Two: how this kiss did more for Asian queer representation than we can ever comprehend.

I was not present in the Tumblr trenches with y'all when the show originally aired, but I've read many, many posts about how it broke the internet. Western media often fucks up queer characters because they don't write fully fleshed out characters who happen to also be queer. They place enormous emphasis on the character's queerness, and end up writing a stereotypical cardboard cutout in the shape of a queer person. Complex queer representation is hard to come by, add Asian into the mix and the pool gets laughably small.

In the episodes leading up to the kiss, we see the characters get fleshed out, their struggles explored, but they are also deeply rooted in the middle class Asianness of it all. I know it is ironic to say that other shows from Thailand are less Asian than this one, but the struggles of a queer mafia boss/rich businessman/heir to the corporate throne protagonists can sometimes be a tad out of touch for the general populace, and we can only feel so much nostalgia for our school days before we are tired of the saccharine sugar high.

When I saw this kiss for the first time, my eyes teared up, not because these gay characters are having a hard time, but because I could feel their pain, irrespective of my sexuality. I knew deep in my bones how a kiss can simultaneously feel like freedom and a lifelong trap. And I'm sure so many others felt it too. The kiss went viral because it was a perfect representation of so many struggles of Asians and the diaspora (and beyond), and it happened to be queer.

I don't know how the results will tally up when the clock runs out, but I hope we can chalk up a honest-to-goodness happy ending for them, if only in a silly Tumblr poll.

cc @bl-bracket, here ya go, a very long and rambling campaign propaganda

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #patpran #ohmnanon #ohm pawat #nanon korapat #aof noppharnach #bl bracket #bl bracket for best kiss

[telekineticseance]

CIRCUMSTANCES

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: your friends leave you at a bar and you only have one number memorized

genre: fluff

word count: 2627

cw: legal age gap although nothing happens, drinking

author's note: this is like my first matt related fic so i hope y'all enjoy, may have more parts, may not idk i'm awful when it comes to updating

"Hm...Hello?" The voice rang through the other end of the phone that you held shakily in your hand. You didn't know why out of all people you decided to call Matt, but he was the only one with a phone number you seemed to remember. The only one who was sober enough to not leave you at a bar at least.

"Hello? Who is this?" He spoke again, his voice sounding raspier than usual, you definitely woke hi up which made you even more guilty about the situation. "Matt.." You mumbled against the phone as you heard a bunch of shuffling on the other side of the phone before Matt spoke again, "Y/N? Is that you? Are you okay? Where is your phone?"

He continued asking questions that your brain couldn't quite comprehend, as he was speaking so fast and the loud music from the bar was ringing in your other ear. "I-I'm okay. Just by myself." You slurred out, resulting in a sigh from the other end of the line.

You heard Matt take a deep breath before he spoke again, "Where's your phone?" You shrugged in response, as of he could see you before coming to the realization and responding, "I...lost it. I think. I don't know. But I didn't remember any other numbers and my friends all left with other guys and I don't know what to do." You spoke into the phone, tears welling in your eyes as they scanned the bar and you twirled the cord of the phone in your fingers nervously. This was a terrible idea, and extremely unprofessional.

"Hey. Hey. Take a few deep breaths." Matt's voice soothed across the line, him adding a few shushes in as he spoke, keeping himself calm. You nodded at his advice, taking in deep breaths as he continued to speak through the phone, "Now Y/N, where are you?"

You looked around, trying to remember which bar you ended up at. You had been bar hopping all night with your friends before they decided to leave with a group of random guys, despite your protests against it. "The Little Bar," you told him, once your eyes spotted a sign.

You hear more shuffling coming from the other side of the phone and the jingling of a belt followed by the sound of keys, "Okay I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't move. I'll come in and fin-" His voice was cut off before a loud beep rang through the phone and you let out a small groan, realizing it ran out of time before hanging the phone back on the hook.

You stood in your corner waiting for Matt to arrive, watching the blurry scene pass by. The music playing a recent pop hit loudly through the jukebox in the corner as people danced and drank while singing along off key. You tapped your foot to the beat before wincing from the pain shooting up your leg from your feet. Wearing your new heels that you hadn't broken in yet, probably wasn't the best idea but you wanted to look nice. You were trying to catch the attention of someone, whether it be a guy or whoever, just someone to give you the attention you craved.

You hadn't gone on a date since you started working for Matt as his assistant about a year ago. Since before you started you had a crush on Matt. You watched a lot of South Park in your younger years, practically being the same age as the show, you knew you had no chance with Matt. After all he was 51 and you were hardly 25, but the thoughts definitely crossed your mind every now and then. The first time you saw Matt was when you watched BASEketball in middle school with some friends, and immediately you had your eyes set on him from there, not knowing you'd eventually be the one he practically relies on for his day to day business.

You sighed, shaking the thoughts from your head again before leaning down and slipping off your heels, holding them in your hands as you continued to watch the night life. Suddenly, you felt the warm presence of a figure next to you before looking up and seeing a unfamiliar man there, drink in his hand as he looked down at you. "Hey there cutie, you look lonely over here, how about I buy you a drink and we can have some fun?"

You looked the guy up and down before giggling slightly, "Was that your best pickup line?" You looked up at the tall figure, he wasn't the most attractive guy around, then again nobody really is, although he did have nice eyes. He chuckled at your response before looking back at you, "Okay I admit it wasn't that good. But I wasn't lying, you are cute and I would like to buy you a drink."

You looked around, seeing if you could see Matt's tall figure through the crowd, but didn't. "I shouldn't my friend is coming to get me and told me to stay where I was." The guy nodded while smiling before looking where your eyes were scanning and turning his attention back to you, "Well I can always bring the drink to you if you'd prefer that."

You thought for a moment before shaking your head, "I'm okay," You tell him as he nods in response while taking another sip from his glass. The silence between you two is filled with the beats of the song playing before he turns back to you. He takes a pause before opening his mouth, "I know it's straight forward but do you wanna make out or something?"

Your eyes widen as you turn and look at him, face full of shock, "Excuse me?" He chuckled nervously at your response before speaking again, "Listen. You seem nice and we probably won't see each other again. Just a thought for living on the riskier side of life for once."

You took a moment before shrugging and nodding, who knew when Matt was actually going to show up, plus you came here for two things, to get fucked up, and to get fucked. And at this rate, only one of those things were coming true and it definitely wasn't the second one.

You wrapped your arms around the neck of this random bar guy before feeling him wrap his arms around your waist and the two of you began kissing with his back pressed up against the wall. The two tongues explored one another's mouths as your fingers tangled into his hair. Shortly afterwards you heard the loud clearing of a throat before pulling away and turning around to see Matt himself, standing there in slightly baggy jeans and a loose fitting tee. Although it was such a simple clothing choice, you couldn't help but find yourself staring in awe, before turning your eyes to meet his gaze where his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his jaw clinched as he looked between the two of you.

Matt cleared his throat again before holding out his arm and giving you a "come here" motion with his hand, "Uh Y/N...I think we should leave. Unless you're too occupied." He said with a slight tilt to his head as he continued glancing between you and the guy. You pulled yourself out of the guy's grasp as he stared at Matt with a look of shock and confusion.

"Goodnight....dude." You tell him giving him a light pat on the chest before turning around and walking towards Matt. The guy just gave a small wave, still eyeing Matt with the same look as you two left the bar and Matt walked you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you as you stumbled getting in a little.

Matt walked around after shutting your door and climbed into the driver's side before turning and looking at you, "So was that before or after you woke me up and asked me to come get you?" Matt asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone, different than the tone he had previously on the phone with you.

You shrugged looking out the window, trying not to stare at him. "After I guess." You mumbled, resting your head against the glass and Matt sighed before leaning back into his seat and starting the car. You fiddled with the heels still in your hands as you glanced over at him driving. Circumstances by Rush played softly throughout the speakers as he tapped lightly on the steering wheel with the bass line, his fists slightly clenched along with his jaw.

His eyes shifted gaze from the road to look down at you and you quickly went back to looking away. He took a deep breath, "Where's your address again?" You told him softly, looking down at your shoes. You felt bad for dragging him out of bed and making him come get you. You glanced at the clock before seeing the dim light shine 3:23. "Fuck," you sighed out before turning your gaze to Matt, "I'm sorry I didn't realize it was so late."

He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road, "It's fine. Couldn't sleep anyways." He was lying. You knew when he was lying as he was never really good at it. At least as long as you knew him. Despite only knowing him for a year, you practically knew everything about him as it was kind of your job to know. He also confided in you for a lot of things, whether it was stress about work or if he just needed a person to vent to, he knew he could rely on you, no matter the time or place, you were there for him.

After the awkward drive in partial silence, with only the sound of Matt's music playing through the speakers, Matt pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex before turning to you, "You don't have to come in tomorrow, I'll be okay, just get some rest." He spoke softly, the clenching of his jaw wasn't there anymore, just a soft gaze from his eyes.

You shook your head, you hadn't missed a day since you started and you weren't gonna start now. "No I'm okay. I'll be okay." You opened the car door and began to get out before tripping over your own feet and falling. You heard Matt curse under his breath before shutting off the car and running out to get you. You shooed him away as you tried getting back up but everything around you was spinning, and it definitely wasn't helping. Matt placed his hands on your waist sending a shiver down your spine as he helped you up. He pulled his hands away, mumbling a soft, "Sorry", as he cleared his throat and looked back at you.

"It's okay," You muttered, as you looked back at him before trying to walk before stumbling slightly again. Matt let out a soft chuckle before placing a hand on your waist once more and putting the other on your arm, "Come on clumsy I'll help you get to bed."

You nodded as he helped you up the stairs to your apartment before you fumbled with you key and unlocked the door. The two of you walked down the hallway before Matt opened your bedroom door and flicked on the light switch.

You felt embarrassment wash over you as his eyes scanned your walls lined with random movie posters and pictures of random celebrities you found attractive, Matt not included. He chuckled as he looked back at you, "Quite the interior designer aren't you," he teased before helping you into your room and helping you sit on your bed.

"Now let's find you some better sleeping clothes," He said before walking over to your dresser and starting to open the top drawer. Your eyes widened as you gasped, "NO NOT THAT ONE!" Matt jumped slightly at your protest and threw his hands up defensively.

"I'm guessing the clothes aren't in that one?" He questioned before pointing to the second drawer hesitantly and you nodded in response. He gave you a nod back before opening the drawer and pulling out a tank top and a pair of shorts that were laying on top and handing them to you.

You took the clothes from him and set them on the bed next to you before standing up and reaching behind you to grab the zipper to your dress but finding it hard for yourself to reach. You let out a sigh before dropping your hands and turning to look at Matt with a pleading look in your eyes, "Can you help me unzip?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly before he cleared his throat, nodding in response. He walked over to behind you and you held your hair up as you felt his touch as he gripped the top of the dress and pulled down the zipper gently. You held up the straps and turned to look at him before thanking him. He nodded once more before excusing himself, "I'm gonna go grab you a water and such." He said before quickly scurrying out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

You took a deep breath before slipping off the dress and throwing it in the clothes hamper across the room. You did the same with your bra before putting on the pajamas that Matt had handed you and laid down in the bed.

After a few minutes, Matt knocked gently before he walked in with a bottle of water, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a small trash can with a fresh trash bag inside, looked to be your bathroom trash can to be exact. He also had some blankets and cushions from what seemed to be your couch. "I didn't want you to throw up on the floor."

You giggled slightly at his statement as he set the trash can on the ground next to your bed and set down the other items on the night stand, still holding the cushions and blankets under his arms and in his hand, "If it's alright with you I was just gonna crash on the floor, just to um keep an eye on you. Under other circumstances I wouldn't think of it but, I just uh, wanna make sure you're okay."

You felt your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip at his words. Matthew Richard Stone at your apartment, sleeping in the same room as you? Middle school version of you was punching the air at the thought. You nodded in response and he gave a small grin before setting the cushions and blankets down before flipping the light switch and laying down. You turned over on your bed, thinking about how he was only a few feet away from you, in a place outside of the work environment and it made you giggle a little inside. Maybe it was a side effect from the alcohol but the whole situation definitely made you feel a little giddy.

"Hey Matt?" You chirped, breaking the silence. He moved a little on the cushion, "Yes?"

"I like you....a lot." You confessed, eyes widening a little. He chuckled slightly his voice raising a little as if he was talking to a child, "I like you a lot too Y/N."

You sighed, knowing he didn't understand what you meant but chose to ignore it. "Now get some sleep. Okay?" He spoke softly, moving on the cushions once again.

You let out a soft sigh, "Okay..goodnight Matt."

"Goodnight Y/N," he returned before you felt yourself drift off into another world.

updated a/n: i made a part two.. enjoy :)

#writing #words #matt stone #fanfic #fanfiction #this isn't that good #i'm really sorry #i've been sitting on this for weeks though #hope you enjoyed

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Procesión de la Muerte (Procession of the Dead) - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader Halloween Oneshot

Pairings: Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader, Druig x Kaetlyn Word Count: over 4.0k Summary: How a wife's love for her emo-pacifist mind-controller husband accidentally created a centuries old legend of the Amazon Rainforest, ended up bringing to light one of the most sacred and honored celebrated traditions in South and Central America. Warning(s): Words that are bold and italisized indicate spoken in another language bc I can't speak nor write Spanish & don't want to offend anyone by using Google Translate, Angst, mention of death & genocide & war (fun stuff y'all), mentions of depression and PTSD, slight mention of blood, necromancy practices, probably really inaccurate descriptions of magic and magical practices, Kaet is seriously so gone for Druig (i fucking love these two dorks), Cerberus is the goodest boi,

Notes: Yes, I know that Halloween has technically passed, but I had midterms and projects during the time so I'm using the rest of the season as a Free Fall fics pass until December. So this oneshot was beta read by the ever-so lovely @ethereal-athalia, who has so graciously sacrificed herself agreed to beta read all of my fics for the upcoming future while my usual beta reader @valeskafics, is currently really busy with law school until the foreseeable future! Even so, please go visit her blog because she is one of the best writers on Tumblr, especially if you are a fan of Ewan Mitchell, and the HOTD/GOT universe! If you have read any of my past works, you know that my girl @ethereal-athalia is pretty much the co-parent of this Eternals AU idea, and I absolutely love sharing ideas with her, and making connections to make these fics more interesting. Anyway, please be kind and enjoy!

There was an energy that encompassed the autumnal season’s high holiday that made its ancient magic so enchanting and powerful. It was a time known across practitioners of the mystic arts of any field that autumn was a season known more than for its abundance and harvest. It was a time of transformation, of when summer’s green fertility gave way to winter’s bleak barrenness. It was when the veil between the physical and spiritual planes was at its thinnest. A time in which both magic practitioners and mundane were able to catch the slightest glimpse to the other side. This was the time where magic was at its peak, and it was all because of you- his love; his wife; his angel of shadow & death who was also his harbinger of light & life.

Although the environment of his home rarely changes throughout the year, Druig still felt the unmistakable chills that danced on his bare skin that came with transition from summer to autumn, and from there approached winter’s foreshadowing. Despite the abandonment of summer’s warmth, the mind-controller Eternal was often teased by you for being considered an avid enthusiast for the unforgiving seasons by the standards of their family. However, it was Samhain that made your husband greet the year’s end with such glee. Furthermore, it was a day that would forever be etched into the bareness of his being by the testaments of your love and devotion towards him. Each act from you followed from an event that harrowed him.

But the only way to best understand was by starting at the beginning.

It was no secret that you worked best at night with the only witnesses to your work being the moon and stars. Although you adored the bustling livelihood that thrived in the village you and your husband created, there was something about the darkness and solitude of the night that made Kaetlyn feel more connected to her magic than the garish light of day could ever dream to accomplish. It was common for Kaetlyn would burn the midnight oil conducting experiments and immerse herself in research to secrets that still remained a mystery to her – even after 7000 years of existence.

Meanwhile, Druig would fall into a deep state that vaguely resembled a still corpse if it were not for the subtle rising and falling of his chest in tandem with his breathing. When the lily-pale mind-controller fell asleep, there was little that could get him up from his slumber. Too many times Ajak had lectured him for how late he would sleep into the day – not to mention the staggering occurrences in which he would accidentally sleep through a natural catastrophe. It became commonplace for their former leader to ask his lover to awaken him in the most compromising acts. It was inconvenient, but it got the job done.

 But since the couple separated from their family as a result of witnessing the fall and horrific genocide of the once glorious Aztec civilization centered around Tenochtitlan from the Spanish Conquistadors, there would be nights where Druig would be unable to fall asleep. It did not matter what he would do in attempt to tire him, his memory of fire and screams plagued his mind in an endless cycle of misery and devastation. It did not matter that he prevented further bloodshed by taking over the minds of the humans; it mattered even less when he and his angel led the horde of mortals south from the ruins to the land that they now call home. Sleep always evaded the somber Eternal, and whatever sleep he managed to get would be afflicted by memories turned nightmares of the horrors he had been forced to witness as a bystander to humanity’s cruelty by orders of their former leader.

The sight of your dearest in such agony tore your heart in the most brutal manner. Although you had also been long tormented by watching 7000 years of destruction, your heart had been hardened as a consequence to the multitude of deaths that you had to personally oversaw as a physician and a fighter. While you still carried hope for mankind, most of the naïve idealist dreams expired with time. However, this was not the case for Druig. You knew more than anyone that the strength of your lover’s will was overshadowed by the tenderness in his heart for those weaker than him and his family. It was that persisting quality of the beautiful mind-controller that drew the impulsive shadow wielder into his orbit, and eventually what caused such enduring steadfastness from your part.

It was not without tremendous effort from his wife’s part to get the immortal insomniac to get some rest. But all of your efforts were wasted on her part. Every night you would lead Druig to your shared bed, and whisper sweet words of comfort, as well as voicing your desperate pleas for him to finally rest. You would carefully stroke the firm lines of his frame with the tender touch of her fingertips, quickly finding areas of taut muscle to knead away any knots with your skillful hands. You had created countless versions of sleeping draughts that would calm his mind, and thousands of potions that would prevent him from dreams. But memories held more power than dreams, and so all of your efforts were met with the continued grief of your beloved.

Not being able to bear the sight of Druig’s turmoil, you decided to take further action. With your talents in the arcane, you designed a complex ritual that could only be completed at a grand scale- one that would take over an entire continent. It involved a form of magic that took up so much power and energy, it was only to be used as a last resort in any form of situation- necromancy. A magic that was only possible in theory, its crudest form was born before the outermost Walls of Babylon had yet to be constructed. You were approached by a shaman that was outcasted by her tribe when her husband discovered that she had been sacrificing their livestock to Ereshikigal, the Mesopotamian Queen of the Dead that ruled the Underworld. The woman had thought the Eternal to be the goddess herself, and begged you to allow the woman to see her late son that died in a raid.

Replying with only that her son was in peace in the higher dome in the heavens, you advised the shaman to return to her husband and perform a cleansing ritual to purify their home from the anger of the murdered animals. However, the shaman only pressed further, blurting out that the spirit of her son had been calling out to her in dreams. She revealed that she would stop until her son was at peace in the arms of Anu in An. Against you better judgement, you allowed yourself to be swayed by the mother’s grief, telling her that she would try her best to guide her son to the heavens so that he may rest in peace, but there would be no guarantee of success. After the woman gave her thanks by kneeling to the ground in a deep bow, you set off to work.

The Eternal spent months scouring over texts that theorized the use of magic manifestation, and detailed dreams of the dead rising. You recruited Makkari to search for more artifacts and texts in efforts to make the poor woman’s request a reality, a favor the silent speedster was more than happy to fulfill. It was only when winter was soon to be upon them that you were able to summon enough energy to prepare the ritual. Tracing a circle into the earth to serve as a temporary portal to the spiritual realm, the Eternal carved in the symbols that would allow you to put greater focus into directing the energy in the circle to attract the spirit’s energies before trapping it within its boundaries. From there, you would use the symbols that you painted on your skin to allow the magic around you to deconstruct the spirit’s current form into unbound electromagnetic particles, before reconstructing the matter into a more visible form. This flow of energy and change in the state of matter could only be achieved by physically placing your hands in the center of the circle. Using a mixture of your blood and the mother’s as a medium for the spirit to bind to so that there would not be such a large gap in the energy needed to activate the spell, it was finally complete.

It should have not have come as a surprise to her when she lost consciousness towards the end of the ritual. The raw power that connected her body to the earth felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her veins. The painted symbols became carvings as they dug into her body with searing pain as blood poured from the wounds. And though her body collapsed and she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, Kaet knew that she was successful. As she laid on the ground, two words belonged to a young man’s voice echoed in her ear.

“Thank you.”

And from a budding magical practitioner’s too soft heart, came forth the rawest and crudest form of one of the most innately unstable and powerful fields of magic- necromancy.

From that day, the symbols took permanent residence on your skin, along with the ability to see the dead that were tied to the physical world, unable to move on for whatever reason. And although you adored your newfound power, Druig made you promise to never commit such acts on your own ever again. The ancient witch was met with screams of panic from Sersi when she and Sephia ventured out in search for you after seeing that you had not been in your room that morning. The site of you lying in a pool of your own blood with unfamiliar symbols etched into your skin was haunting to say the least.

The risk of your husband staring at you with glaring disappointment and furious worry was one worth taking if it meant that he could finally allow himself to rest. It took years of careful preparation; painfully precise attention to detail and timing; and endless travels across the globe to scour for masters in various fields of magic that specialized in divination, transformation, and theology. After nearly 10 years, when the veils between the two worlds finally overlapped for magic to reach its peak- along with the aid provided by the appearance in the hare moon’s rarity (when the earth was in perfect alignment with the Sun and Moon)- you knew that there was no time better than now.

That night, you sent out your shadows to search for any souls from the same genocide that haunted her beloved, and if they were in a state of unrest. You handed the village’s Head Weaver a small leather bag filled with ebony wood beads strung together and red string. While you hated to keep secrets from Druig, you knew that he would be able to sense the shift in the energies that surrounded them if you were successful. When the preparations were finally completed and your oldest shadow informed you of the location of the ritual, you left the bracelet that the Weaver finished – enchanted with spell that would be activated the same time of the ritual – on your pillow of their bed as you laid a tender kiss on his brow before setting off with only Cerberus by your side.

When Druig rose from his slumber – still wrought with gunpowder and fire – he instinctually reached for his wife, only for his fingers to feel a smooth, rounded texture. Opening his eyes, he noticed that your pillow was cold, but showed signs being slept in from the previous night. While such a sight would cause a much more panicked reaction from the man, he was comforted by the small note that laid carefully next to his gift. Picking up the parchment, a sense of calm washed over Druig as he took in the notes of jasmine and myrrh that come from your natural parfum.

Contents of Letter Below it:

My dearest Beloved,

I am sure that my absence from our bed must have been a rather awful shock to you. Please know that I am more than well, and have only been informed of unusual occurrences full of malicious whispers and daunting sights. And as much as I adore our home and your company, you know more than anyone of how my curiosity cannot be satisfied with only rumors and tales. No, I decided that it would be best to see it with my very own eyes. And although it would bring me nothing but joy to have you by my side, I could not bear wake you from your slumber. Rest suits my love, and it has been decades since you have slept so fitfully. Your dreams have been a constant source of your misery, and I do believe that this area may hold some promise to show me of how to ease your mind.

Rest assured my darling that I have travelled alone in my endeavors, I would never be so careless as to travel so far from you without the company of our sweet boy. Do not dare tell another soul of this, but I believe that the trek will do our boy some good. He has grown very lazy as a result of your spoiling. Yes, your spoiling, Druig- all coddling of Cerbie has been solely enacted by you, and none whatsoever committed by me. Do not dare attempt to argue this matter with me, for I would deny it till my final breath (and you know how stubborn I can be).

What did you think of my gift? During one of my many wanderings in the woods surrounding our home, I spied a dying tree with jet-black lumber. It stood in solitude from its thicket, but that only made its splendor even more enchanting, so much so that it reminded me of you. I used one of its branches to make some wooden beads, and asked for some leather to bind them. Please make sure that you wear them at all times, as they’ll reveal a little secret that will be revealed to you on the night of the full moon that will be arriving soon.

All of my love for you and your heart,

Kaetlyn

Despite the overall lack of sleep over the years, all of Druig’s anxiety seemed to wash away at your thoughtfulness. The bracelet was very elegant in its simplicity, but he could tell that it was made to last for lifetimes. Placing it on his wrist, a blanket of subtle warmth washed over him as he admired the little symbols carved into the wood. Tracing his finger over the design, he certified them to match that were etched into his angel’s lovely form. He would recognize the markings anywhere; it would be shameful if he didn’t after spending hours tracing their outline with his tongue. The knowledge that the full moon’s rising would begin tomorrow, and last for around 2-3 days. Relieved that he would not be without the company of his love for very long, Druig prepared himself for another day in protecting the compound and the humans that reside within its boundaries.

After you managed to track down the location of the largest gathering of souls, you set off preparations for the ritual immediately. A ceremony of this magnitude would shift the energies between the two worlds for the rest of eternity, so it was imperative that there would be no mistakes. Sephia already had instructions of ensuring that pathways that followed the ley lines in her journey would remain clear of any natural obstacles. It seemed too perfect that the fall of such a grand civilization that met its end with war and genocide would be at the center of such innate hidden supernatural energy. Tracing the circle around the entire city, you sat at the top of the very same temple where she and Druig had last seen the others. As the time of the moon’s rising grew shorter, you could feel the power felt only like a whisper gradually grow into a rumbling growl. You could hear the spirits that surrounded her being pulled toward inside the circle. 

Wrath

Grief

Betrayal

Woe

Pain- so much pain

But they would all be at peace in the end.

Before long, twilight passed and dusk had come and the stars glittered in the endless expanse of the darkness. But all had paled in comparison to the illustrious light of the moon. Every month during the full moon, you and your husband would spend the nights locked in each other’s embrace, frozen in their admiration of its ivory glow and taking in their heightened emotional energies.

You wondered it was natural to feel so much pleasure from the power that came from being bathed in the blood red rays that came from the rare eclipse. Cerberus watched in silent obedience, not daring to move in fear of disrupting his mother’s spell, and thus ruining all of her work.

As the moon’s shadow hit the circle, the outermost boundary began to glow. As the celestial body inched across the sky, the faint howls echoed until it ascended into a deafening roar. When the moon reached it apex – directly in the center of the circle – the symbols engraved to her skin glowed while the ground beneath her feet rumbled and sang as her body collapsed from the overwhelming pressure. You could faintly hear your beloved hound’s frantic barking in the distance, trying to scare away all and any threat that came to his mother and savior. But soon they lessened into panicked whimpers at the sight of the millions of forms that were appearing before his very eyes.

In a village far away, a certain brunette’s enchanted bracelet’s beads with identical scores began to hum and glow against the lily-petal pallor on his wrist.

Before the power could tear you apart, the moon passed the circle’s boundaries, and it borders and symbols no longer sang and glowed. And when you lifted yourself with as much strength she had, you couldn’t stop the smile that took over her your as tears streamed from your eyes from the overwhelming joy that flooded your heart.

“I’m sorry for the pain you’ve had to endure for so long, but I’m happy to tell you that it will not be for much longer.”

While normally Druig wouldn’t need to be so intensely involved in matters of the village, it allowed his mind distracted him from missing his wife enough to just through the day. In any case, the earthquake from last night frightened the residents of the compound with how close they were to winter. The days were getting shorter, and this meant that they needed to prepare for the harshness that would come for their crops, their families, and eventually their way of life. Multiple people came up to Druig to ask if last night’s earthquake was a sign of larger disaster brought by the gods. While he did his best to placate their concerns, the patience he had was wearing thin. Luckily Sephia managed to intercept their line of questioning before he would lose his temper, and he was able to take a short rest.

It wasn’t until he heard a familiar barking in the distance that immediately caught his attention. Dashing out the hut he shared with you, he saw Cerberus sitting on his hind legs as his little tail wagged in glee and the little taps echoed in his ears.

“Cerberus,” he exclaimed in joy as he gathered the black Doberman in his arms, “where have you been? Where’s your mum?”

At the mention of his Mum, Cerberus immediately began tugging on his Da’s dark blue robe. While it wasn’t enough to cause any tear or inspire any panic, it did tell the man enough information to know that something or someone was coming- and it would be best that Druig gave his entire attention over it. Following his wife’s hound over to commune’s outermost edge, he was only met with the familiar chirps and song of the forest. A few minutes passed by and Cerberus remained still, as if he were just waiting for something great.

Suddenly, the fine hairs across Druig’s body stood up straight as an overwhelming presence of otherworldly beings began to approach close to where he and Cerberus stood. Sensing that they were no longer alone, the hound starting howling to the moon that hung above them. Running toward the strange energy, Druig watched in awed rapture at the figure that stood front center with familiar designs that glowed gold down their arms, leading the army of apparitions with a singular torch. Recognizing the haunting designs, Druig was engulfed in frozen wonder at the army that you managed to summon, and the control and strain your body had to endure to stage such a feat.

When the two ancient lovers reached one another, with only pockets of space between their bodies, Druig launched himself to embrace his angel. Gladly reciprocating the act, you made sure that the torch you were holding remained in the air as you let yourself be enveloped in the security of your husband’s arms while taking in the sweet smell of his sweat.

“I should have known that little rumble was from you,” he whispered while laying small and frequent kisses across her neck, “nothin’ you do can ever be done halfway, can it?”

“Never,” she whispered back, “are you ready for my surprise?”

You stepped aside so that her husband could truly understood what you had done. Although Druig was initially upset by the loss of warmth that came from you leaving his embrace, he stopped and stared at the sight ahead of him.

Hundreds of thousands of specters that held a pearly blue glow that went as far out as his eyes could take him. But instead of fear, Druig felt…warm, and strangely…at peace. Taking a step closer, he slowly reached out his hand as a way to ask for permission. The nearest spirit was that of a child, going no higher than his knee, eagerly taking his hand before a wide smile overtook his face.

“Hello Mister Druig, it has been so long.”

Eyes wide in shock, Druig turned his head to stare at his wife in disbelief.

It couldn’t be…it shouldn’t be possible. Then again, you always took the label “impossible” as just a simple label.

As Druig turned back to stare at vision before him, familiar faces that he thought were forever gone flooded his sight.

Before him were all the souls that were lost so young at the fall of Tenochtitlan over 10 years ago.

You did this…you brought them all back. As his body failed to support him in shock, all Druig could do was openly weep in joy at the knowledge that his love- his wonderful, incredible, truly magnificent marvel of a woman- risked everything so that these people could have just the slightest chance of closure and peace.

Taking your husband’s frame in your arms, you softly turned him until he could face you.

“Do you think there might be some space in our home for our guests, my dearest?” You asked with bright eyes and youthful mirth as you knew full-well his answer.

Druig could only let out a wet laugh – his tears hadn’t stopped, but he never felt so at peace and happy for so long.

“Kaet my darling,” he started, “nothing would give me more pleasure.”

500 Years Later

‘The Procession of the Dead had been a tale that has been passed down by the many indigenous tribes located in the Amazonian Rainforest for over twenty generations. They say that the first procession began as an act of mercy from Mictecacihuatl, who was known as the “lady of the dead.” Legends state that it was Mictecacihuatl who summoned the spirits of tormented souls, and led them on a journey across the Amazon rainforest so that the souls may find fulfillment and peace in order to move on to the afterlife. The earliest record of the procession stated that the procession began with a ritual of a cursed city, followed by a powerful earthquake. But it was granted by the Guardians of the Forest, as the trees and rocks cleared the path in order to make the journey easier for the merciful goddess. Although there have been multiple cases of alleged sightings of the legend even now, many of the tribes that still reside in the forest celebrate October 31st as the day where the dead would find peace in the physical world, before finally finding peace in their next life. It is for that reason that multiple towns in countries of South America will build a straw monument of Mictecacihuatl holding a burning torch, so that the spirits of the lost was make the journey for peace.’

A small boy with large aquamarine eyes and patiently sat in front of a large easel in his art room, gleefully listening to his favorite educational podcast. He loved to listen to the origins of how his birthday started out, even if he wasn’t there when it started.

“Hamish,” he heard his Da call out, “you wanna get ready so that we can make it to your Tio Phastos’ house in Chicago to meet with everyone! It’s rude for the birthday boy to arrive last!”

Making the finishing touches to the canvas, Hamish silently grabbed his Mimikyu costume from his bedpost before racing down the stairs. He couldn’t wait to show his Mami his painting when they got back tomorrow, she was going to love it!

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[httpseiki]

jisung brainrot

✧───TONIGHT'S TOPIC: HAN+HENTAI───✧

CAUSE Y'ALL CANNOT DENY THIS MAN AIN'T A WEEB AND A HENTAI LOVER!!

tw: smut, masturbation, mentions of porn and hentai, hints of roleplay, mentions of tentacles(?)

note: yes I'm alive and jisung is wrecking me gooDBYE--

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he loves anime, so naturally he's gonna find out about hentai too. maybe he was trying to use an illegal site to watch his daily dose of anime when an ad to a hentai popped up. curiosity killed the cat, as they say, in our case a quokka. so he clicked it.

jisung's fingers fidgeting with his bottom lip, as he scrolled down, reading some titles.

'tentacle monster' is what got him. what kind of idiot gets horny over that? he laughs to himself, reaching for his headphones.

jisung plays the video, scrappy animations filling his screen. for some moments, the plot made him forget this was actually porn that he was watching, and not just some regular anime.

the plot captivated him - some crazy scientist wanting to do some research over his created monster so he tests out its compatibility with humans.

blood rushed south the moment a girl in a real tight lingerie came in. her curves were covered in baby pink lace, complimenting her delicate body so well.

instinctively, his fingers pressed against his bulge, letting out a deep sigh. the girl started stroking the monster's tentacle, some kind of slick appearing on top of it.

fast forward, and han is jerking off to the scene of the monster aggressively pushing his limbs inside the girl's cunt. the angle was all, to be honest, the view of her bare pussy stretching out and her tits bouncing with every push along with the high pitched sounds she was letting out was making him crazy.

the details were deadly, from the sound of her wet, tight hole to the cum dripping out of it. it was probably one of the best times he came. yeah, he's the idiot that gets turned on by skimpy sexual animations.

now, every time he needs a stress reliever, he pops a hentai. besides the tentacles, he's very much into the maze plot. but he's not picky, he could get off to every single scenario.

if he had a s/o, I'm 100% sure jisung will make them roleplay some stories with him ;D

extra thoughtcause I'm feral today I guess... imagine one of the members -specifically thinking of 2racha idk why- casually opening a discussion about the recent porn they're currently into, and they all bash jisung for being into hentai, cause what kind of weirdo likes it right? until he confidently proposes to watch it together...

but that's another thought for another day ;]]]]

in conclusion, han + hentai = boom!!!

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back to my masterlist ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

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[kruegerspillow]

‘Would you be there for me?’ A Simon Ghost Riley fic.

Creators note: hi hii, new writer here. this'll be my first ever fic, some tips n advices from other writers would be appreciated and mistakes might've been done as this fic isn't proof read. There are multiple parts, and I'll keep y'all updated <3

Summary: Ghost had been captured by the enemy for a few days, and you were anxious— a bit more, really. So you took matters into your own hands after Price had been able to locate on the area Simon was taken to.

Genre: Angsty, but definitely have a good ending <3

Warnings: None (?), no mentions of y/n nor pronouns, just the usage of you and [name].

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“Price,”

Your voice was firm, yet it came out quiet. You weren't able to get enough sleep for the past days, ever since Simon wasn't there— the bed felt cold, lonely and isolated without him. You took a deep breath, before your gaze met with Price's.

“What is it, [name]?”

Capt. Price's voice came out more softer then you thought it would've been, he knew your little.. ‘unestablished’ relationship with Simon, of course. He had noticed a sudden change of your well-being for the past few days, knowing that it’s probably about Simon.

You took a deep breath, you knew that this was a risky request— well, not exactly a request. You knew that you're putting your own life in danger for this, for the sake of the man you loved, but you also knew that you needed to do something about it. The air was cold, wind breezing outside as the sun slowly rises.. before the silent took over for a while, the tension in the room growing more and more.

“I want to get out there,”

You managed to speak, your voice was slightly hoarse, a hint of desperateness can be heard— despite the lack of emotion in your tone, you sounded so vulnerable.

“I need to get out there, just.. just me.”

Your voice cracked, but you were determined to find Simon— to do everything just to have his arms wrapping back around you, to see his smile and to hear his husky voice again, to annoy him and see that grumpy face he makes— you needed him back. But you knew what could happen if things had went South.

“[name]. You know the risks if you do that, you know what can happen to you.”

Price sighed, he knew how much Simon had meant to you and the things you would do for him, yet he hesitated. He didn't want to lose you, no, not after everything you had done together— the memories you've made with each other, he can’t let a soul go so easily.

“I know, I know. But, please, trust me on this. I'm- I'm willing to do everything just for you to give me a chance to get him out of there,”

You pleaded, your voice sounding more desperate then before. You could feel his gaze softened on you a bit, even if you were looking down at the ground— you knew he was thinking about the choice, was it really worth it? All of this..

“Please,”

You pleaded one last time, your eyes meeting his soft gaze once again— feeling determined to get him back, even if you had to go through hell and back. Simon hated it, your stubbornness and the way you had risked yourself for him— he hated how you wouldn't hesitate to get yourself hurt, yet, he hated to see you wounded because of him. And you knew that, you knew that very well, after everything you two had been through— he didn't like how you try to assure him that you're fine after getting hurt for him, he didn't-

“Okay, right.”

Price replied back, letting out a small sigh as he shakes his head in disbelief and worry at your choice— he didn't want to lose you either, nobody does.

“I'll let you go, in one condition.”

He added, his voice was stern and the look in his eyes was filled with mixed emotions, worry, concern, and amusement. You tilt your head to the side slightly.

“Stay alive, soldier.”

He asked— no, commanded. His voice was serious and you knew he wasn't playing around, but you can hear the slightest hint of playfulness behind his words. Despite how serious he seemed, he always had a way to cheer you up.

Your breath hitched and you can’t help but smile at his words, finding it both amusing and relieving. You gave him a small, determined nod. Before turning your back on him, a small sigh escaped your lips.

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep that promise, yeah? I'll see you at 2 sharp tomorrow, get yourself ready and get enough rest. Location will be sent, and radio for evac as soon as you've got Simon back, got it?”

His tone was commanding yet gentle, his eyes showed worry for you but a small smile crept up on his lips, his gaze on your back.

“Affirm, I'll get him back, surely.”

With that, you walked away to get back to your quarters— determined for the day after, determined to get your Simon back.

“Wish you luck, [name]..”

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[the-illiterate-pirate]

4k words of drunk Anasui baby!!!! I don't have much to say so let's get in to it

I'm trying something different. What do y'all think about the header? Looks good, yeah, yeah??

Dancing with a Stranger

Notes: SFW, hurt/comfort?, starts off a little sad, a lot of talk about Anasui feeling like the gang does care about him :(, fem!reader, drinking, needy Ana, literally sleeping with a stranger, dw you take good care of him and you get breakfast, this is less romantic pairing and more you playing babysitter

Btw dividers used below are not mine, credit goes to @/cafekitsune, big fan of their work!

It was happening again. Anasui could feel the atmosphere change around him at the drop of a drink. All at once the noise of that dingy bar he was in became so hard to ignore. Who knew that such a tiny building could hold so much noise.

They were supposed to be there together, drinking away the week's stress from work, studies, and tests. And Anasui had the pleasure to watch the only four people he cared about leave, two at a time. Jolyne was getting hyper. By the time Hermes was able to wrestle her out the door she had her knee on a neighboring table, trying to pick a fight with a guy twice her size that she deemed was too loud. Hermes had apologized, leaving both their half of the bill while she took Jolyne to their car.

Following a little after, Foo Fighters needed to be taken home, too. Always the lightweight. They were never good at holding their alcohol. Their face was about the same shade of green as their hair by the time Weather decided to drive them home.

And that left Anasui, rotting, left alone with nothing but his thoughts. Something he didn't like. He was sure he heard Weather speak softly to him. A gentle, "will you be okay by yourself?" Anasui wasn't sure if he responded coherently. Or if he just kept staring at the peeling booth in front of him, realization of what was happening slowly starting to sink in.

And the bar became too loud. His little bubble of security was popped, being flooded by all of those negative thoughts and ideas once again like a punctured submarine. And there Anasui sat, in a far off corner of the building in a booth seat alone, with only his iced down liquor to console him. He loved his friends, he loved them deeply, even more than his own self. But he hated the feelings they left him with to fight alone. A dark, deep set hunger he wasn't sure how to satisfy. A painful panging in his chest for something more. It made it all the more tempting to find something to feed his humiliating ticks.

He was alone now, depressive thoughts slowly circling and constricting his alcohol ladened mind, like how his finger followed the rim of his glass. Tonight was the last day he had to enjoy his time with friends. By the time the sun rose tomorrow morning, the girls would all be busy with school, whereas Weather Report and Foo Fighters would go on with work. Leaving him to drown in more school work with other idiots who classified him as a human garbage fire. It'd be another seven days until he could wrap himself in the embrace of his friends once more and forget everything for a short while. But now, he was left to shiver in the cold leather booth that stuck to his bare skin.

Anasui decided one more drink wouldn't hurt. Or two. Maybe three.

           

               

You weren't Anasui's original target. Simply put you were stuck in the crossfire between him and a friend, playing shield to a man cowering under the woman's menacing fist.

You just got out of the bathroom.

"It is way too late for this." You exhaled noisily. After pinching the bridge of your nose you took a once over of your damsel in distress. He looked familiar, and pathetic, as the only regular you knew that wore so much fishnet, plus the hot pink hair was a dead giveaway. Normally you'd see him every Saturday night in a group of five. Your friends usually left before they did, but tonight flew a little south. One of your girlfriends was hitting a lucky streak with the pretty bartender, it took an extra hour for her to seduce them into giving her free drinks and a ride home. That left you, two drunks to babysit, and the other designated driver. Oh, and the koala glued to your back.

"What did he even do?"

"Asshole tried to grope me!" Helena shouted, pointing an accusing finger at behind your back. "Called me by some other chick's name and threw himself at me! Do you know this guy?!"

"Hela, don't you think it's obvious this guy is drunk? He must've thought you were someone else!" You were already over this. But no one was going home until everything was settled.

Come to think of it, you have seen this guy with a girl before. Black locks, tan skin. From a distance, you could see where he was coming from. Being drunk probably didn't help either. "Huh. You kinda do look like her." You confirmed with a tilt of your head, eyeing her hair.

"Yer agreeing with this dick?! So you do know him!" You groaned in frustration.

Helena wasn't going to quit without an apology. That was how she rolled. You really needed to quit giving the angry drunk liquor... Or keep her confined to her apartment.

Luckily for you Stacy was there to calm her down. After a painfully slurred apology from the man in mesh, it was deemed good enough. Although barely. Helana's designated driver hauled her out to the car, you and your other friend following outside. She was still sipping away on a bright blue fruity drink, watching the show in the car go down.

You looked between her and your new "friend".  Definitely not fit to stay here by himself. Now he was leaning on you for support, swaying on his feet, shivering. Jeez, curse your bleeding heart. You couldn't leave him like this.

Roxanne felt your gaze, slurping down the final gulp of her drink before turning to you. "What are you thinking 'bout, baby driver?"

You took a deep breath. "Rox, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but would you mind staying with Stacy and Hela tonight? I wanna stick around and help this oaf."

"Oooohh," Roxanne wiggled her eyebrows, slurping down the nothing in her cup and making an annoying noise. "I can do it, but I didn't think you were the type to pick up boys at a place like this."

"Not a chance. I just wanna help this guy get home."

"Suuure," Her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head. She dropped the glass at the door of the bar, before sauntering to the car with her other two friends acting giggly. Stacy didn't seem to mind. the five of you were always sleeping over at each other's abodes. Most of the time it was to your house because you were the only one that didn't have to worry about neighbors. You had already finished college, found a great job and made the big bucks. You were the team's honorary sugar momma.

Speaking of... You didn't think you saw any of them pay for the tab. Damnit. That left you to do it.

"Those..."

You waved your friends goodbye, a pleasant but forced smile on your lips while Roxanne waved back, riding off back to Helena and Stacy's campus.

"Bitches." You finished strong once their car disappeared. You sighed.. Whatever, you'll get back at them. Somehow.

From behind you, the drunk hiccuped, taking you out of your revenge fantasies. He was nuzzled into your collar, appreciating the feel of your shirt. It would've been cute, if he was. I don't know. A child.

Wait. Right. Finding this guy's owners.

"Okay man, let's find your friends." You huddled back into the bar, first paying off your friend's tab, second scanning the tables and the booths for any faces that wrung any bells.

"Hey. Hey, pinky. Where did you and your friend's sit?" It was worth a shot. Luckily, it worked, the guy pointed a weak finger at the corner of the room with a booth. But the booth was empty, already cleaned, no glasses or plates or anything.

"What the..?" You turned around, lightly gripping his shoulders to make him look you in the eye. "Hey, listen. What's up? Did your friends already leave, or-?"

"They left." He confirmed with a sniffle. "They left already. Without me. I'm...."

Like it finally hit him what happened, he froze. Tears began to show in his eyes as he gripped tighter on to your cardigan. "I'm all alone."

"Oh! Oh, jeez, okay," He practically threw himself at you, silently shaking. His sighs vibrated against your neck as he tried to find his breath. "I don't wanna be alone anymore. Please... Please don't leave me..."

No. Were you actually thinking about taking this stranger to your house? What were the odds that this guy was some insane murderer, and this was all some elaborate plan? Looking down at him right now, he didn't seem vicious. Just very, very... sad. He was acting like a lost puppy.

God. You were actually going through with this.

Tab paid. Dog man in toe. You walked back outside to your car. You had his arm slung around your shoulder to lead him to the vehicle faster. He was still mumbling incoherently, but at least he wasn't crying anymore. You weren't sure your poor heart could handle it. "Hey, real quick, can you tell me your name?"

You finally got him into the passenger seat. Immediately he curled himself into a little ball, shivering from the surprisingly cool summer air. Then again, he was only wearing mesh, that was probably why. "It's Anasui." You heard him whisper, huddling closer. You paused, before shouldering off your cardigan, throwing it over his arms. You gave him your name.

"Listen Anasui. I'm taking you to my house. After you get some sleep and sober up I can take you back to your place. Does that sound okay?" You paused again, then added softly, "I'm not gonna leave you alone tonight, alright?"

He sniffled. "Alright."

Great.

Then you were off. The drive home was a  little uncomfortable. The silence was deafening, and there wasn't anything good on the radio this late at night. 

"Damnit..." You gave up, staying on a station playing early 2000's hits with the volume on low. Not exactly your cup of tea, but Anasui seemed to take interest in it. You didn't know what song was playing. It was some sort of pop, but on the slower side. Anasui sounded like he knew the song by heart. He mouthed gibberish into his headrest, eyes closed, fingers lightly tapping the beat. It was kind of sweet, even if you couldn't understand a word he was saying. But the thought immediately turned sour as you were reminded that this Anasui guy was just drunk, and you'd just found him alone at a bar. "Tch, I can't believe your friends would just abandon you like that." You remark offhandedly, not expecting any response. You're surprised when you do get one.

"They didn't leave me drunk." Anasui sighed, burrowing his face deeper into the fabric of his seat. "Leas' I was sober when they left."

"So why did you start to drink more? Why not leave? That's so..." You didn't want to scold a grown man. "...That sounds very irresponsible."

"I know." He mourns. "I was'n thinkin'. I'm so stupid."

You've finally stopped the car in the driveway up to your house. It was a nice house. You were proud of it. Anasui seemed to think so, too. You get out, swiftly making it over to his side and opening his car door. "You're not stupid," You assured him, waiting for the man bundled in cotton to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Some people just make some bad decisions. Look at me and you, we're still young, it's bound to happen."

Anasui was able to get out without help, still clutching to your cardigan like a lifeline. The same couldn't be said for the walk up to your porch. "Besides. Sometimes we just need some help getting through a rough patch. I can't blame you for that."

You unlock the front door. The house was deep black inside. You didn't think to leave any lights on. Not that it mattered, your eyes had already adapted to the night, Anasui behind you would probably get sick if you turned them on now. And you knew your house like the back of your hand.

Unfortunately. Anasui didn't.

"Ow!"

"Sorry! The door leads to the dining room. Just follow behind me, I'll try not to let you bump into anything else." Try was the key word.

You praised your past self for choosing the room on the bottom floor as your own. Upstairs was the guest room, and you didn't feel like lugging Mr. Tipsy up the stairs. He would be okay in yours for a night.

You liked your room a whole lot. Maybe you splurged a little more than you should have after you moved in, but your teen self would've been so happy. And the best part? Dimmer switch.

The room was illuminated by the warm lights in the ceiling, but only the softest glow that allowed you to see under your feet and the scattered posters on the farthest wall. You deposited Anasui on your bed, before moving to your dresser, pushing past your favorite shirts and others you couldn't remember wearing in the past year. You seriously needed to throw them out. But for sentimentalities sake, you couldn't bring yourself to.

A white shirt caught your attention. An old, extra large Van Halen shirt you got for your last birthday as a last ditch attempt for a gift, with the "Panama" cherub on the front with his cigarettes. You liked it enough, even if it was a little big. You just needed something that could fit the redhead on your bed, because surely those fishnets were not comfortable at all.

He looked about ready to conk out, as he was barely holding on by the time you came back. The cardigan was placed delicately to the side as he swayed in place. Looking very, very sleepy. "Here's this. You don't need to strip if you don't want to, but I thought you'd appreciate it better than that mesh crap." You offered him the shirt, explaining the deal. You weren't even halfway through with your last sentence before Anasui began to peel off his skimpy outfit and his hat-thing, you watched in a mixture of shock and impress at how easy it was, to both strip with an audience, and just in general. You weren't sure if you could've pulled it off so easily.

"...Right. I'll be back, I'm just gonna get you some makeup wipes real quick," You had to peel your eyes away from his physique. He was godly. He was able to keep that lean figure without sacrificing the muscles, incredible!

But no! You mustn't let your mind wander. Anasui was drunk and sad, the last thing he needed was some stranger ogling his muscles.

You found those makeup wipes, along with some Advil and two sips of water for you and your new friend. This whole fiasco as well as the headache from babysitting Helena and Roxxy wasn't helping you focus.

When you got back, Anasui's mesh was at the foot of his bed, with him huddled underneath your thick and very pale comforter. Two totally different alarms started buzzing in your head. The one warning you of expensive makeup staining your sheets, another making the painfully clear observation of the skirt and go-go boots next to Anasui's outfit. His lower half was underneath the covers, you prayed he was wearing something underneath.

"H-Hey! You aren't off the hook yet, sit up so I can clean your face!" Anasui complained with an outraged moan, but he got up anyway. He took his medicine while you prepared the wipes for his face.

You took him into a gentle hold under his chin, beginning at the mascara that stained his pretty cheeks. The way he held eye contact the whole time unnerved you slightly, put you powered on, tossing the old wipe to the side to get a new one for his lips. The lipstick stained his mouth a pretty shade of pink. You leaned back to get a good look at your work. He looked a lot better without the makeup, his natural beauty taking you by surprise. Maybe the dim lights wouldn't see you blush. Hopefully.

There was a light pause. This time, it was Anasui getting embarrassed by the attention. He looked to his lap, and the hands he rested there.

"Do.... Do you think my friends hate me?"

You tossed the used wipes away, looking back at the man to answer truthfully. "I don't think they do." You moved back to the bed, "But, I do think they don't understand what's going on in that head of yours. I don't think they knew leaving you alone was gonna do... this to you."

You were interrupted by Anasui propping his head on your stomach. He was affectionate like a cat, hands wrapping around your waist. Subconsciously your hand went up to brush through his hair. Tonight was full of firsts, why stop now.

"You should try to talk to them about it, I'm sure they'll understand."

"And what if I was right, and they leave me if I told them?" It felt weird to have him talk against your stomach.

"Then they aren't real friends, are they? Anyway, I'm sure that's just your head lying to you." You couldn't get over how insane his hair was. It was silky soft, without any tangles. You were adult enough to admit you were jealous. "And on the tiniest, minute off chance I'm wrong, you could hang out with me and the girls! I promise Helena is super cool when we aren't out drinking." He didn't talk back immediately, and instead of agreeing he asked, "You're not leaving, are you?"

"Well, I was expecting to sleep upstairs and give you your privacy," You sighed, beginning to think that was just wishful thinking. Anasui finally looked up at you, violet irises sparkling like puppy eyes. "Stay here with me, please?" You echoed back the same groan he made previously, but you guess deep down, you really didn't mind. You just wanted the guy to feel better. Plus, you were tired, and ready to have this night end. "Fine. Just let me change in the bathroom quick, then I'll get in bed."

By the time you got out again, he was already dozing off in the covers. Again, you were envious of his skill to fall asleep so quickly.

You got an extra cover, not chancing sharing one with him, whether he was half naked or just a blanket hog. The room was extra cold, so you made sure to get a big one. You could finally get into bed, your sore muscles immediately relaxing into the mattress. In the blink of an eye, Anasui sensed the new presence, quickly sliding over to mooch off of your body heat. You've officially given up, allowing him to stay close. He smelled good, at least, and it felt nice to cuddle. Maybe it was wrong to admit to liking sharing your bed with a stranger, but you couldn't say no to Ana. Maybe in the near future he wouldn't be a stranger, maybe this didn't need to be a one time thing. You weren't in love with this guy, not by a long shot. He was emotional and clingy. But maybe you could grow to like him more. And if you didn't start to develop those feelings, maybe he could stick around as a new buddy? Maybe keep this one away from the juice, though.

   

Anasui woke up the next morning alone, in a bedroom he didn't recognize. He was scared for a second, but he got to calming back down quick. He didn't feel sticky, or gross. He was clothed, well, for the most part. Nothing hurt aside from his splitting head and his empty stomach. The smell of cooking food didn't help it at all.

He looked around. The new morning light lit up the place in warm oranges and yellows. There were clothes scattered around the floor, metal and classic rock posters on the wall next to the big window, the two dressers in the room were covered with carelessly placed books and knick knacks and trinkets that didn't go together. Was he picked up by a teenager?

The door opened, Anasui threw his covers over himself in surprise. He recognized your pretty face. Speckled with a drunken haze that gave you a glow like a halo. Imagining you seeing him in such a state made his cheeks hot, but he tried to ignore it.

"Morning!" You chirped. "How're you feeling?"

Bad. Anasui wanted to say. "Sober." He said instead. At the same time his head throbbed, and Anasui grabbed at his crown, groaning in pain. He changed his mind. "And bad. Everything hurts."

You nodded, "I'll go get you some pain meds, one sec."

He took the two pills gratefully once you came back, along with a cold water bottle that tasted like the nectar of the gods. "Thank you." He said. After a pause he added, "I wasn't too much trouble last night, was I?"

"No way," You giggled. "It's nothing I haven't had to deal with before."

Memories started to trickle in to Anasui. Memories of watching Hermes leave, then Jolyne, then Weather, and Foo Fighters, the memory of him clinging on to a stranger's back sobbing like a loser. Come to think of it, that stranger was probably standing in front of him right now.

The cringe on his face was probably obvious, if the obnoxious laugh you let out was anything to tell by. "Hey, we don't have to talk about last night if you don't want to. I've got breakfast ready in the kitchen. Wanna join?"

The promise of food, maybe bacon and eggs, made Anasui's mouth water. You smirked slightly. "Just put your skirt back on, I'll meet you in the dining room pretty boy." And you left without another word. The little comment made his heart flutter in a weird way. Anasui didn't think little pet names on his appearance would make him feel so light in his chest, but you've proved him wrong.

He put his lace back on, along with the boots and his skirt. But he wanted to keep wearing the Van Halen shirt. What a stupid little thing to get excited over, sharing similar taste in music, but he couldn't help himself.

Your house was much more tidy than your room. It was cozy, and Anasui liked it a lot. He found you setting two plates down, piled high with breakfast food with two glasses of orange drinks. You settled at the table in your seat, looking proud of yourself, "Eat up, afterwards we can drive back to your place. Or go back to the bar, if you have a vehicle."

"Thank you. For everything." His fork poked at some eggs. They were bright yellow, fresh. Anasui had never seen yolks so bright in his life. "I can't remember the last time I had an actual breakfast."

Your smile faltered a little bit at his tone of voice. "It's no worries. Don't beat yourself up over it, I would've done all this for anyone."

"Thinking like that could get you hurt." He muttered rather darkly. You snorted in response. Most of your conversation with him was like that for the rest of breakfast. He was much more mature sober, you appreciated that. Made him much more appealing. He was a little more haughty too, though. Any sarcastic comeback was met with more sarcasm, though sometimes you'd say something that would make Anasui stop and look away. Like the shirt.

It was after he helped clean your dishes. You walked him out to your car, swinging your keys around your pointer while Anasui shielded himself away from the sun like a vampire. He stopped you before you'd completely gotten into your car. He was about to pull off your shirt before you stopped him.

"Keep it." You told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah. Why not? You can give it back next Saturday, after you clean off the drool and makeup." He raised an eyebrow.

"So, this won't be the last time we talk?" You laughed, unlocking the car and getting in. "Shoot, no. We go to the same bar every weekend, I see you every time! Me and my girls will crash your friend's little get together next Saturday, to pay back your babysitting fee."

It was meant as more sarcasm, but the thought of getting to see you again made Anasui's heart jump again. You pulled out of the driveway, leaving back to the bar like Anasui asked. In secret without you seeing it, he enjoyed the smell of your cologne on the fabric of the shirt he wore. It partnered well with his own. He couldn't wait for next week.

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #stone ocean #narciso anasui #narciso anasui x reader #The Pirate Writes | JJBA #NEW TAG MAYBE? IT'S NOT TOO LATE FOR THOSE RIGHT? #jjba x reader

[quartzalynlove]

The Hands We're Dealt

Pairing: Cherokee bill x black fem reader

Summary: Bill wanders into your town just to see you

Warnings: angst and use of the n word

A/N: finally watched The Harder They Fall and I still can't resist a man played by my future husband

It hadn't been your week recently. After all the years, the law was finally catching up to you and your gang. After all you sacrificed to build this town where your people could prosper, the man was finally coming to collect.

It started with the law responding just a bit too quick after your hits. That morning, a general of the U.S. army stepped into your town and gave the gang until next week to disperse before his men dealt with you themselves.

You sat with your brothers and sister that had been with you from the start. You would never surrender to the white man, but there was still only so much longer you could run. If there was one thing you hated, it was running, but even if you killed the whole fleet of troops the army sent, you'd never be safe in your town again. Your name would be all over the west.

Tina got your attention, the first to provide a solution instead of just talking about finding one.

"Law's not bad just two counties south from. We could set up there."

You waved your hand dismissively, reaching for the glass of whiskey on your desk.

"The further we run the further they'll spread. Do we keep runnin' til we're in the goddamn ocean?"

The room fell silent as defeat finally sunk into the air. At this rate, the only thing that could help you was a night in the saloon.

Suddenly, the call of a bird echoed into the night, and the corners of your mouth twitched. Everyone looked around curiously.

"That damn bird again."

"Where does it come from?"

They'd only hear it about once a week, but no one ever managed to see it. However, you knew exactly where to find that bird.

You stood from your chair, breaking the murmurs of confusion. "Y'all turn in; I'll deliberate overnight. Keep your senses sharp and your spirits high. I'll die before I let this town burn."

Everyone gave you a nod as they walked out. No matter how stern and sure you were, they all knew what was coming for them. In the empty room, you let out a heavy sigh before downing the rest of your drink.

Bill had waited a while at the back of your office building. Just as he was about to call again, you finally met him, walking slow as the distance closed between you.

"Cherokee Bill," you all but whispered. "In my town?"

A small smirk rested on his face as he leaned against the building. "I must've lost my way, ma'am."

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning into each other. Bill's hand rested on your hip as he kissed deep into you, hungry for you. You knew that kiss, and you knew the look in his eyes when you pulled away.

"How's Trudy?" You asked.

Bill shrugged. "Still Trudy."

"And Buck?"

"Do you really care?" Bill gave a dry chuckle

"No," you shook your head. "But I need somethin' to talk about, and I can't count on you for that."

Bill smiled as he crossed his arms. "I'm fine, by the way."

You mimicked him as an act of defiance. "I know you are; you better be."

"How are you?" Bill asked sincerely.

There were so many ways you could answer him, but what was Bill going to do about it? Even though you weren't fine, after those fifteen minutes he'd go back to his town and you'd go back in yours to fight your own battles.

"I'm fine," you said. "Need a favor though."

"Anything."

You stiffened a bit in front of Bill. Meeting like that was supposed to be a chance to unwind for the both of you, but you couldn't afford to not think of your work.

You looked up, staring Bill in the eye. "Next time Buck gets a score, make sure it ain't my fuckin' money."

Bill looked down and nodded slowly. A week ago, Buck's gang robbed a train whose company was in business with you, and Buck knew it. You hated how Buck pushed every other gang around like they weren't his people with his goals. He may have been big enough to get away with it, but you weren't going to let your buttons get pushed again.

Bill started to reach into his coat, "That's right," he pulled out two stacks of cash and held it out to you. "Here, it's my cut."

Just managing to hold back your scowl you lashed out at Bill. "I don't need your money, Bill."

"You just said it was yours." He went back at you in that exasperated tone that irritated you.

"And now it ain't," you couldn't yell and get caught with Bill in your town, but the intention came across crystal clear. "The last thing I need from you, Bill, is your pity."

Bill squeezed his eyes shut and faced up at the sky as a frustrated sigh left his lips.

"Take the money, Y/N," he stretched his hand further, his jaw visibly clenched. "You think I agreed with Rufus takin' that money from you. I'm just tryna make somethin' right."

Your face was stone as you huffed at Bill before snatching the money out of his hands, not waiting until later to count through it.

"What's the matter with you," he asked sincerely, scanning over you as if he'd find the answer in your features. "We're not in trouble, are we? I'd rather you step into Redwood and shoot me than let me ride all the way out here to chew my ear off."

As you put the money inside your own coat pocket, you dropped your shoulders. You were still livid, but you stopped directing it at Bill.

"Seventy grand, Bill. That's how much y'all took from me," you waved his finger at him. "I can't run my town off two grand and bank heists. I'm runnin' out of white folk to rob this far west."

Bill nodded in understanding as he brought a hand to your arm. "I know, baby, and I'm sorry."

His hand traveled the length of your arm, and your gaze finally softened. Seeing your curls in the moonlight, Bill brought his other hand to cup your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you once again.

You loved Bill more than anything. In a perfect world it would just be you two as outlaws together. But your hands were already dealt, and you had to see them through the end of the game.

With his hand snaked around your waist, Bill pulled you flush against his body; your hat fell to the ground as you put your arms around his neck. Softly, he pushed you against the wall as his hands and lips started to travel. As he started to push your coat off, he felt your hands on his chest.

"Bill," you called him, staring into those big brown eyes that you knew held your reflection inside. "The army's after me."

A worried crease put itself between Bill's brows. "The army."

"Yup," you said softly before picking your hat off the ground. "General gave us a week before he came back to shoot us niggas down himself. We're thinkin' of runnin'"

"To where?" Bill asked knowing the same thing you did.

"I don't know where, but..."

Bill called your name, and you knew by the look on his face exactly what he was about to say. Usually, he was only dumb enough to say it half drunk off his liquor or love for you.

"Don't you look at me like that, Bill."

As if he knew how stupid what he was thinking was he hesitated before speaking. "I want you to be safe; you and your folks."

You got angry again, stepping closer towards Bill. "And we'll find a way, but I am not moving to Redwood."

Bill just shook his head. "If I talk anymore, you'll shoot me."

"Then hold your tongue."

But he couldn't. Bill couldn't leave your town without trying everything in his power to keep you safe. He knew this ended with you dead, and so did you. For the past few years, a good part of his world lied with you, and he didn't know what he'd do if he lost it.

He said it anyway, talking fast so you didn't have long to act on your reactions. "We've got more men, more resources, and half the state's law work for us. You'd be safe in Redwood."

Bill was right; you were stuck between smacking him across the face or putting a bullet in his leg, but you stayed still with your hands balled in fists.

"Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to?"

"The woman I love—"

"Shut your mouth." The distance closed between you and Bill again, but this time the air around you turned threatening.

"I'll put a bullet in my own head before I work for Rufus Buck, stealin' from and killin' my own kin."

"Buck is building a promised land." Bill remained calm.

You spoke through clenched teeth. "He is building a dictatorship."

Bill looked away and put some distance between you two, "I don't wanna lose you, Y/N." Was all he said with a tired voice.

"But you don't ever think about what I'd lose," your words bit. "You want me to tell my gang that we'll follow the orders of the man who wronged us, and we were forced to wrong back? You ain't thick in the head, Bill."

Bill had nothing to say for himself. He thought it best just to let you talk yourself out.

"You said you didn't agree with Buck stealing from me, yet once we're done here, you'll go running back right to him."

"If I leave Rufus, I'll be on the run for the rest of my life."

"You think I can't protect you?" You cocked your head to the side.

"And what about the army," Bill started to lose his temper. "I want you in my life, Y/N. Since that shoot out in Odessa, all I've wanted is to see you next to me in the morning and take a ride out with you at night. I know how selfish I am to ask you this, but I don't care."

Your lips were in a tight line as a shuddering breath escaped you and tears pricked your eyes.

"You think I don't want the same? Sometimes all I can wonder is how easier things would be if you were here, but these are the hands we've been dealt. You make all this talk about choices, but don't ever make one yourself," you turned from Bill, starting back to your house. "Go on outta here before I shoot you dead."

As Bill watched you walk away, your dress flowing in the wind, he felt part of his spirit die. He didn't have to wait for you to get killed, he lost you all on his own. As he unhitched his horse from a tree nearby, all Bill could do was pray that you'd make a way out of this mess like you always seemed to before.

#the harder they fall #cherokee bill x reader #cherokee bill angst #cherokee bill #rufus buck #the rufus buck gang #angst #trudy smith #black reader #black characters #fanfic #the harder they fall fanfic #cherokee bill fanfic #black writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #my writing #writing #breakup #forbidden love #forbidden romance

[femmespoiled]

Oh god. The pillow princess thing is really that deep? I’m not trying to be contentious I’m curious. I think living as a black lesbian in the south has skewed my idea on what things to worry about. I think being offended by pillow princess jokes is a privilege. I don’t have the time. That post isn’t for me I think.

You know, I wasn't going to reply to this, but I'm gonna be honest, I think this is contentious and you know it, also I do think you have the time, you had the time to come here and send me this passive aggressive ask about it, it seems you have plenty of time. You're sitting there and worrying, babes, quit it.

Regardless, the thing is, not everything is for you, first of all, no offence, and this is my blog and I talk about my experiences. You feel free to talk about yours in your blog and I'll make sure to not go criticize you on it, because I can just ignore it, did you know that's also an option? ♥️

I'm honestly in a way pretty self absorbed here so I don't care much about what other people post, I do recommend being like that. And that's probably why some of y'all have to come to my inbox to get my attention like this. Here you go, you have it. Moving on.

As another person of colour, I don't want to invalidate your experience as a person of colour, I'm sure it's hard, really hard, genuinely. In any case, being made fun of and rejected and treated overall like less than and like a problem by my own community and people outside of it doesn't feel like a privilege. The jokes are that people like me are bad partners, selfish, that no one likes us and no one wants us, now tell me, would you enjoy listening to it over and over everywhere you go just for existing? Unsolicited, uninvited? On social media everywhere you go it follows you, just bad comments on you thinly veiled as "jokes"? Because then you can invalidate me for having feelings and tell me I can't take a joke? it can get to you, surely can make you feel bad these "jokes".

I think it's disingenuous for you to use your black and lesbian identities to shut me up with an "I have it so much harder than you, what a privilege you have" when these jokes for sure intersect with the identities you claim to have in ways I've seen clear and I'd be surprised you couldn't see it. I'll go further, as another person of colour I have a little bit of a hard time believing this is a genuine ask from an actual black lesbian and not somebody using being black and a lesbian as a token to shock people and invalidate experiences. The more I'm on Tumblr, the more I doubt some of you people, because it's drama for the sake of drama.

I have a range and intersectionality of other problems with how people treat me, I'm a person of colour, Latina, disabled and lesbian, but when I see somebody talking about something that bothers them, I don't make it about myself to shut them up. Maybe you should reflect on that, because look at where those jokes took you, to a place in which you feel the need to shut me up when I tell you quit with the jokes. It's just another problem, but it's another problem that I personally don't need.

Oh and to end this, I'm allowed to have feelings, and you should think about why this bothers you enough to come tell me all this about it.

#ask #stone tag b #what's your endgame here?whats the goal? because the vision isn't clear

[galaxytittus]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ✨️

Alright y'all it's Remi's character development timeee!!! I'm gonna do both the OC questionnaire and the 5 facts for him. Thanks so much 4 including me in all these tag games @midnightsquartz! And everyone else who does even if I forget to do them 😅 I love y'all!!

OC Questionnaire

Name: Remi Fernandez

Nickname: Very rarely he'll get called "Rem," but he doesn't really have a nickname. Maple will occasionally jokingly call him Ramirez as his "full government name." Vlad has some more uhhh... unsavory nicknames for him 😳😳

Gender: Male

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 6.3 ft (192cm)

Orientation: Bisexual (though he will die on the hill of being straight, 'twas just a phase dude!!)

Nationality/Ethnicity: American, White/Hispanic

Favorite Fruit: Mangoes :P

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Flower: Blood red chrysanthemums, so emo :,(

Favorite Scent: Diesel fuel (he freaky like that)

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: He's a black coffee connoisseur (he FREEAKY like that)

Average Hours of Sleep: About 6 if he's lucky, he works 24/7 and spends as much of his free time on his computer as Maple will tolerate.

Dogs or Cats: Used to be dogs but Maple converted him lmao

Dream Trip: Anywhere in the south, probably Florida. If it weren't so far away from family, him and Maple would move there in a heartbeat.

Number of Blankets: Three or four. Top sheet, comforter and a quilt on top, a weighted blanket too if ya nasty.

Random Fact: He played in his high school JV and varsity baseball teams as short stop and catcher occasionally. He and Pepper would meet at JV tryouts in their sophomore year (but Pepper wouldn't end up making the team with him pfff).

Random Facts

He has been working as a mechanic at his family's tire shop from high school till now. In his free time, he is taking classes online for an IT certification, hoping to get some IT office job like Vladdie and be home more for the new baby.

He is a big music and movie nerd. He eats up stereotypical dude movies like Pulp Fiction and The Wolf of Wall Street, probably because he likes to live vicariously through the main characters' debauchery.

He has deep seated commitment issues that stem from his parents' infidelity toward each other that he vehemently refuses to go to any sort of therapy for. Maple tries her best to iron it out with ultimatums (and uhh a baby) but he's still hesitant to marry her.

He hates the fact that he needs glasses, but also refuses to get contacts because they need to be fitted to his astigmatisms and he's too lazy for that.

He has been vaping and smoking for about a decade, trying to quit every January like clockwork. He just recently started getting into ZYNs because "babee there's not even any smoke with these!! perfect for baby!"

#not tagging anyone bc i don't remember who i've tagged n i LAZYY #oc lore #ask #midnightsquartz #remi

[twosroos]

All Grown Up [Chapter One]

( robert "bob" floyd x fem!southern!reader )

roos says ! we need more bob appreciation. i love him. my boy :) also I am not southern, so i apologize if i'm very off with this-- this chapter is a bit short since it's technically a prologue but I'm not really gonna call it such.

desc: as summer rolls into it's time in south carolina, you find yourself surprised when your old next door neighbor returns-- looking and acting completely different after a few months on the west coast. the two of you have a lot to talk about, after you remember the good times, of course.

fluff, with spicy kissing at the end

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, and that's kinda all, it's pre-uranium mission time y'all :D!

TWs: underage drinking (past tense), mentions of hook-ups, spicy kissing?

ao3 link ! next chapter

The morning dew sparkled on the sides of every blade of grass in the long field on your parents farm. It's stark, plain green path was dotted with a dark log-cabin themed barn on the top of the hill, leaving around two acres of fenced in land for a few horses, cows, goats, and other livestock to amble about on its right, and about a half-acre to the left used for more deliberate things, like the horse training you'd planned to do today. The soft sound of a low cylinder motor hums as it accelerates up the fenced off path, you're driving the busted up farm truck with one hand on the wheel as you slide your hat-- an old stetson gifted to you from the neighbor-- on your hairline as you bring it to a park in a dead grass spot. You parked off the driveway too much, your mom had given up yelling at you for it.

Looking up, you see the sun as it begins to peek over the tops of cypresses, pines, and hemlocks, letting its golden glow dance on geraniums and indigo flowers planted by the barns entrance but far enough away from the fence so they won't get eaten by the horses inside the barn. The window stays rolled down as you climb out, the morning dew in your lungs as you take a deep breath and start whistling the same song you always do as you begin to undo the lock on the barn. Considering its the building closest to the street, its got quite a few locks on it just in case of any attempted break ins. Luckily, no one has tried in the past decade.

As you swing the gate open, you’re met by a chorus of animals, waking up for the day as you swap your boots for a set of riding boots as you yawn, moving to the side to begin opening up the side doors in each stall to let the animals out. Majority of them leave, ambling out into the grassy field to take in the morning sun. Your horse-- a black-ish brown quarter horse, bumps her head into your back and you laugh as you turn to bump back her nose.

"Relax, Fuego." You murmur as you slip into her stall, moving to open the back gate so she can do what she does every morning-- take a sprinting lap around the place. As she, and the other horses in neighboring stalls do what they want for about an hour, you spend your time grabbing the food, water, and other things the animals need from various locations around the barn. The sun rises higher, white puffy clouds rolling through the sky as planes float idly ahead. you huff, grabbing your riding gear, before theres the sound of a car door slamming. Setting down the saddle in your hands, you walk to the front door, smiling when you see your neighbor's daughter-- a five year old by the name of Molly, patting your horse on the head as she leans herself over the gate and low enough for Molly to reach on her tiptoes.

"Hey, Molly." You call and she turns, a hot pink cowboy style hat on her head as she runs over, her pink boots splashing mud puddles from last nights storm.

"Y/n!" She cheers, grabbing your hand and jumping, "Robby's home!"

"Robby?" You ask, lifting your head to look at your mother, "Floyd's back?"

"Mhm. Got in last night, he swung by the house this morning with his mom to drop off his sister for a playdate today." Your mother grins, "Genevieve ran straight for the cows, she's lookin’ at the calf, right down the fence."

Your mother pointed down the fence line where you could see your younger sister petting the cows and baby talking them-- just like you did when you were a kid.

"How long is he home for?" You ask and Molly giggles swinging herself as she uses your hand to keep her from falling.

"He's back until July when he leaves for a mission!"

"He leaves the fifth." Your mother clarifies and you nod, a soft smile gracing your sun-kissed skin from the time you've spent in the heat of South Carolina. Just like all the years you had spent by Robby's side, the sun had caused freckles to bloom across your shoulders, shown by the skin-tight tank top you wear over your riding pants.

And, oh god, Robert's home.

When he'd left, it had been awful. He refused to tell you why he was moving other than the word 'bootcamp' and you'd had a sort of half argument over it. Though, you could never stay mad at his goofy half smiles and confused squints whenever you said something he didn't quite understand. There had been multiple nights in your lifetime where you both stumbled back to your house after parties, or just drinking in the various fields around your house, climbing in the never locked storm door to crash on the basement couch. Your parents never asked, neither did his. They'd say you were Bob and Y/n, a dynamic duo, never seen without each other and never seen arguing.

But, he'd left four hours after your first time kissing him. Sure, it had been because he wanted to know how to kiss before he moved away from home, assuming the tales friends had told you two about hookups and such in the college experience; over beers in your basement, had been true.

And god, you weren't ready to see how he'd changed after your mother had told him he was in the Navy. And all you could think of was his last night in your house, right before he had to leave for bootcamp. Two weeks after the end of your senior year.

...

Senior year had been the year for the two of you, despite the revamp of the rumor you two were dating, again, and making it impossible for you to find any sort of partner other than each other for every school event, you didn't care. Bob was your best friend, and you'd never do anything to change it. You were prom king and queen, and most likely to marry for tax benefits in the accolades section of the year book. But never once had you kissed, or even romantically held hands.

From your first day of kindergarten, to graduating middle school, to your senior year homecoming game as cheer captain, and his senior year homecoming game as drum major, to your senior year graduation, you were stuck at the hip. Inseparable. You could sit in a room for silence for hours and never get bored, or watch the same movies and shows you could quote over and over and enjoy it. And you spent a lot of time gossiping over stolen liquor bottles from the back of your dad's expansive cabinet, or riding horses thorugh back trails, or taking the farm trucks on joy rides. Bob, despite being a bit socially awkward, was your ride or die.

Until you kissed him the night before he left.

The TV buzzed behind you softly as you downed another shot of Hennessy. Bob shutting the storm door as he sat down on your couch almost immediately afterwards, his lips chewed up like he was deep in thought. You reset the CD in the small radio by your hip and turned to him with a pout, walking across the room to fall by his side like natural as you hand him the bottle.

"What's a matter, Robby?" You asked, alcohol still burning your throat. In silence, he unscrews the cap before he starts talking as he gestures with the opened bottle.

"I don't know if I'm ready to leave for college." He murmurs-- that's what he called bootcamp, college, as to not scare you about it. He takes a gulp of the alcohol, making a face at it.

You shift so you’re sitting up, pressing a hand to his shoulder and trying not to notice the way he tenses up and flushes as you speak softly, trying not to wake your parents through the thin walls of the house, "Why, Robs?"

He laughs, taking another long swig before he starts talking, "Everyone else I know who's going has some sort of... ugh, romantic or... sexual, experience and I have none. Curse me being so socially awkward."

"You've never kissed anyone?" you perk up before deflating as you think, "Wait, you would've told me if you did."

"Never kissed anyone besides my Ma." he grumbled into his hand.

In hindsight, you're not sure if it's the alcohol speaking as you sit up and slide your hand on his chest, "would you wanna?"

"Kiss you?" He sputters, face flushing bright red. He'd been drinking before he'd gotten here, you could tell by the smell of Tito's on his breath. It makes you frown, he must've been thinking about this all day.

"Yeah, as practice." You chime, shifting now so you're standing above him and between his jean-covered knees.

He gulps, taking another swig of the alcohol before he caps it and tosses it down on the couch, "and you're my teacher?"

"I've had a few hook-ups, Rob. You know this." you lament, moving closer as you press another hand to his chest, feeling the muscle he'd accrued over the years of working on his family farm, and yours when needed. You expect him to vocally answer, but his hand grazes the outside of your thigh instead, thinking.

You move, straddling him on the couch as you lean close to him, lips inches away, "C'mon, Floyd," you purr, "Gimme a lil' somethin'."

He perks up at the way you say his last name, biting his lip as he adjusts his glasses before he gently takes your jaw and pulls you close by your waist. It makes you jump, a soft gasp escaping your glossed lips as he mumurs,

"Is this okay?"

"More than." You reply, leaning in to connect your lips. It's an alcohol fueled fever, the way he pushes back into you as his lips lock to yours. His hands freezing at your hips, never once moving, you dont mind snaking a hand up to his hair and carding through it, pulling back from the kiss for air before he's dragging you back down again.

But then his alcohol confidence slips and he pulls back roughly, smacking his head on the wall in true Robert fashion. He gapes at you, and you take it as a sign to quicky back off. You can read him like a book nowadays, and the way he sits shocked makes you think you fucked up.

"Sorry." Escapes his lips before he's pushing his way past you and back out the storm door, though he still makes sure to carefully shut it a certain way so it doesn't creak or bang as it closes.

You're left with a bottle of half-finished hennessey and the taste of Tito's on your lips-- too confused and shocked to move for several minutes.

When you realized he left the next morning, you also realized that kiss was the last fleeting memory you'd ever have of him in that moment. Though, hindsight would say, it wouldn't be too long until you found yourself in that position again.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you #fluff

[macabrecake]

hey cake - your ideas stuck in my head, so can I request a small blurb with Leon and fem reader, him admiring her as she rides him and he’s absolutely obsessed with it

Deadass giggling and kicking my legs as I read this you have no idea how excited I am for this one cause this idea in particular has stuck with me for SO long! I gotchu bby y'all buckle up I'm going all in. And it's gonna be re6 Leon cause hubby (I've missed him 🥺)

Warning: minors steer clear of this or Saddler will add you to his plaga army.

"Are you sure about this, Leon?"

The question shifts his smirk to a much softer smile, one that he only reserves for you, as he eyes your bare, timid body sitting on top of him. Both of you tucked away together in the comforts of your shared bedroom. He's gotten a break from work before being shipped to Tall Oaks within the week.

And he knows exactly how to spend his free time.

"Trust me, it'll be fun. I promise." The agent reassures while his large hands sweetly stroke and gently squish your plump thighs and hips. The warmth radiating from them offering a welcomed sense of comfort to easily help you relax more. But some doubts still plagued you.

"I know it'll be fun, but..." You trail off quietly, trying to find the words while subconsciously hugging yourself a little tighter. Luckily, Leon is amazing in terms of reading body language. When the idea was previously tossed around- you did worry about a few things. Somehow accidentally hurting him or just the whole experience going south since you've never done this position before.

Yet you're always so eager to please.

He adores that endearing quality about you as he sits up and gently takes hold of your chin so you'll look up at him, and his cheeky little smile. "You always look beautiful beneath me. I can guarantee you're gonna look just as beautiful up here too."

You're unable to fight the small giggle that falls from your lips, or the blush that rises in your cheeks and travels down your neck to your collarbone at Leon's gorgeous voice speaking so sweetly like that.

Practically melting in his lap when you haven't even hopped on his dick yet.

The blonde chuckles before stealing another kiss then softly bumps his nose with yours, your own secret little love language between each other. "We'll go slow, ok?" He says quietly, those deep sky blue eyes holding your gaze with nothing but pure patience and love.

It tells you all you need to know.

Once you give the ok, cause he's a man of consent no matter what, Leon places his hands back on your hips and carefully guides you down onto him. Then...

Paradise.

His deep groan mingles with your soft whimper once he finally bottoms out inside you. The feeling of your heat wrapping around his cock so tight like this was absolutely divine he was almost worried he'd cum right then and there. Leon manages to steel himself however as his head falls back against the pillows with a sharp exhale. His hands suddenly clamping down on your hips a little rougher as he sets a slow pace as promised.

Not that you're complaining at all in the slightest, if anything it pulls another moan from you as your walls twitch and squeeze him more when he starts moving, not realizing any of those delicate spots even existed until now. "Leon.~"

The golden blonde picks his head up to gaze at you, that devilish smirk making a reappearance as he gleefully eyes the blissed out state you're already in. But who could blame you, really? The view you had was pretty damn spectacular as well. Battle scars from the hell he's been dragged through over the years and won every time so he could lay here with you now, cold blue eyes staring at you playfully but still so warm, the fucking washboard abs and pecs. Just Leon Scott Kennedy in all his natural glory. "You ok, honey?" He can't help but tease a little.

Only to snicker when you glance away with a shy smile and bite back a soft mewl, after all this time together and you still get flustered around him. He loves it. But you're hiding from him, thinking he doesn't see the way you hold yourself so your breasts don't bounce or allow yourself to get too loud.

It earns you a soft disapproving sound from Leon as his hands move away from your thighs to take your hands from your chest, intertwining your fingers with his, and holding them down at your hips. "Don't be shy, sweetheart. I wanna see." He encourages, tone soft like his thumbs that rub the back of your hands. The gesture makes your heart flutter and eventually loosen up completely.

Giving the man a sight that he fully believes could rival the seven wonders of the world.

Once you caught the rhythm, you fell into it perfectly. Leon could practically see the confidence in you build up as you stopped covering your sounds and yourself altogether. Letting your tits bounce, your head slightly fall back with another moan just for him, as your hips roll and grind down to meet his thrusts in your own sensual dance. Getting lost in it all. That's what he was after. That's what he wanted to see. And he was right- you truly looked so goddamn beautiful like this.

It excited him so much, Leon's chest actually tightened up for a moment. He doesn't care if it sounds cheesy or cliché but it stole his breath and somehow made him fall even harder for you. Leading him to wonder if maybe there really is a God that sent him this angel as a gift for all the hardships he had to endure. If that's to be the case.

Then it was all so worth it.

Suddenly his gaze locks on yours when he finds you staring at him, clearly you're feeling good. But you still seem a little worried if you're doing a good job for him or not. Fuck, if you only knew. "That's it, baby girl." Leon praises you breathlessly with a rather dopey little grin- completely awestruck by you. Your sounds acting as his favorite song, that he's no doubt recorded once or twice.

That blissfully shy smile you give him, so proud of yourself for just making him happy like this. Mixing with the clear view he has of his lower abdomen and cock being heavily coated in more of your slick as he reappears then quickly disappears back inside your gushing pussy to stretch you again. And again. And again. As if you never want him to leave. Jesus Christ, he won't be surprised if his heart explodes at this rate.

"Goddamn, I love you." The blonde groans, receiving a light squeeze from your dainty hands and a whisper back in reply, "I love you more."

That's it for him, the final nail in the coffin. He's desperate to watch you cum now as he bolts upright to wrap his arms snug around your waist and bounce you harder in his lap. "Mmh~ Oh fuck!~ Leon!~" Given how he smiles against your lips says it all- It's official. This is his new favorite way he likes to have you. Always. "Keep screaming my name, sunshine." Leon lovingly growls as he presses his forehead against yours. Blue eyes lit with a firey hunger.

"We've got all night.~"

#I know nothing about 'small blurb' writing #I only go 'long descriptive' #cause I don't know when tf to stop #especially when it's re6 leon #AGAIN he continues to keep me in a chokehold 😔 #but it's finally done! #the one senario i've always thought of writing for a long time #and it's with the ✨husband✨ #fuck yeah baby #let's goooo #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

[sophierequests]

I heard you say Jesper and hurt/comfort and I have an idea...

... sooo a job went wrong and reader or Jesper (your choice) thinks they're totally responsable for it and the other one comforts them (because it was something no one could've seen coming)

beside the salty water, i could hold you close

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Pairing: Jesper Fahey x gn!Reader

A/N: I have three Jesper hurt/comfort reqs in my inbox so y'all know what I'm up to in the next few days hehe. Thank you for the request! I really enjoyed writing for it <3 Especially since most of my Jesper fics have been about drinking and confessing feelings up to now. I hope you like this <3

Summary: After a job gone wrong, Jesper puts all the blame on himself.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Mention of slitting someone's throat, drowning and some profanities

It felt like there was a jackhammer wrecking the inside of Jesper’s ribcage as the two of you approached the anchorage of Fifth Harbour. Even though Kaz had assured him at least a thousand times that there should barely be any chance of the job going wrong, the sharpshooter couldn’t shake the sense of panic pinballing around his mind. He hated the stench of rotting fish and stale seawater that entered his nose, but he had to stick it out for the sake of Kaz’s nerves - and his own well-being, presumably.

Next to him, you seemed to be in quite a similar state, one hand constantly hovering over the dagger you kept in a sling around your waist while your eyes darted to look at every rattling or crack coming from the dimly lit corners surrounding you. The fact that you were just as agitated as he was didn’t ease his running thoughts at all though. The sea was supposed to be your territory. That’s probably why you were assigned to go with him in the first place. A Tidemaker that quivered at the sight of water was the opposite of what one might hope for. 

But it wasn’t necessarily the sea that managed to put you on edge. You were still fairly new to the Kerch way of living, and even with your years of sparring training at the Little Palace, you dreaded having to use them for whatever today’s plan might entail.

“Hey.” He gave you a light shove, ignoring the anxiety coursing through his own veins. “It’ll be fine. If things go south, you still have me to save your ass, alright?” The wink he shot you was almost theatrical, enticing a small grin to cross your previously grim features. He hadn’t been all too confident in his statement before, but as soon as he saw you smile a sudden rush of boldness surged through him. You had such a fierce grasp on his heart, it was almost pathetic to watch. One day you would be the death of him, he was sure of it.

“I know, as long as you’re here with me things can’t possibly go, can they?” you replied before facing the thing you were actually here for.

The frigate was small, even for a simple merchant’s vessel, but that didn’t make you question its validity. It was very clearly a ship belonging to the Ravkans, the extravagant golden bowsprit and deep blue sails sticking out like a sore thumb in the midst of simple Kerch cutters. 

You and Jesper were only supposed to exchange a stack of intel from your previous job with the promised pay. Nothing more, and nothing less. The rest had already been discussed by Kaz prior to everything. Neither of you had any idea of what the documents could possibly be used for, but as long as you all got your respective payout, you didn’t care much about it.

Upon embarking on the ship, you were greeted by a slim spade-faced man, whose eyes darted between the two of you ceaselessly. Something about his stinging gaze was oddly frog-like. When he spoke, there was a thick Ravkan accent lacing his tone. It sounded fake though. His broad intonation and the way he rolled his R’s felt as if he wasn’t too sure himself where he was meant to come from. However, Jesper didn’t seem to notice, so you chalked it up to you being nervous. Maybe it was just some scheme to make him look more serious. It was none of your business.

The rest of the men on board looked very similar to the one that greeted you. None of them appeared what you would call trustworthy, all having a certain eerie ambience to them. Another, rather older-looking, gentleman came into your view. He gave you a wide smile, revealing a jagged line of yellow and golden teeth. He looked distinctively Kerch, you thought. With an outstretched hand, he welcomed the two of you, beginning to mechanically recite the basics of the deal. You had intended to listen, but something about him felt off. The way he acted, combined with the smug grin on his lips was too familiar to you for it to be a mere coincidence. Still, Jesper was as merry as ever, going through the assorted heap of documents in the exact same way Kaz had told him to.

“... And that should be all,” he put the papers back into their respective folders, evening them out against his knee. You watched as the man in front of you reached out his hands to take the files, carefully placing them on the table next to him. When he did so, the sleeves of his coat hiked up just enough to reveal his wrist. There was a black symbol etched onto the pale skin. You couldn’t recognise the exact shape of the tattoo, but the sudden wave of fear that filled you was enough to keep you from ignoring the situation any longer.

“Let me just get the money for you. We don’t usually keep large sums of kruge on deck if we can’t help it. I’m sure you can understand.” His gravelly voice caught you off-guard, however, you still pretended to be absolutely fine with whatever was going on there.

When he left to go down to the cabins, you took a hold of Jesper’s shirt, bringing him close enough to you so that the remaining men didn’t hear what you were saying. “I have no idea what they are, but I know for a fact that they aren’t Ravkan merchants,” you whispered, provoking him to give you a befuddled look.

“What do you mean?” he asked, attempting to downplay your worry as best as he could. “Everything’s fine. As soon as we get the money, we’re out of here. There’s nothing you need to worry about.” His words didn’t do much to comfort you.

“No, you don’t understand,” you replied, your tone growing more urgent the longer you continued to stand there. “They aren’t Ravkan. They’re Kerch. And they-” The sound of a gun being cocked made both of your heads snap towards its source. 

The men that had previously been lounging all over the deck, uncaring of your presence, were now completely focused on you. All of them had their hands on their holsters or guns, giving the two of you victorious grins. It was a trap.

“It’s refreshing to see Brekker not having the upper hand every once in a while.” Doughty, one of Pekka’s bruisers, stepped in front of you. Jesper’s smile fell in an instant as he discovered that you had been right. “While we’re already on the topic, where did you leave Ketterdam’s most favourite cripple? Did he genuinely only send you two? The boy should have really known better.”

Before you could answer, a cold blade was pressed against your throat, two strong arms pulling you backwards and away from Jesper. He wanted to reach for you, but the men were quick to also seize his attempt at saving you. You didn’t even comprehend doing it, but you hastily moved your hands to create a wave hopefully strong enough to make him loosen his grip on you. The wave barely even struck him, only clumsily wetting some of the wooden planks of the ship. His hold on you only tightened, arms capturing your wrist to keep you from squirming.

“They’re Grisha,” he drawled, his hot putrid breath eliciting goosebumps along your exposed neck. 

“Brekker seems to have a hand for your kind,” Doughty assessed, his focus drifting from Jesper to you. “You think the boss could find any use in ‘em?” You shuddered at the implication of that. Having your throat slit by one of Pekka’s goons was a rather distasteful way to go, but being forced to work for the Dime Lions sounded even worse.

“Worth a shot. If they turn out to be a waste of time he still has the chance to finish the job himself,” one of the men standing close to the bow spat out.

“I’d rather have you kill me now,” you replied sternly, enticing shouts and whispers from the others on board.

The bulky bruiser let out a dog-like laugh, shaking his head as he patted his belt. “You know, maybe that’s for the best. One of your kind that can’t even fend off one of ours is probably better left for dead.” His gaze turned to the man whose dagger would soon score flesh if he kept it shoved against your neck. “How about we cut their throat and throw them in the harbour? This way we’ll create the least bit of trash for the Stadwatch to snoop.”

You were roughly pulled to the side of the ship, the railing having been removed in one particular spot, presumably for exactly that reason. He grabbed you by the hair, holding you close to the edge and refastening his hold on the knife. 

“No!” Jesper’s erratic voice shot through the night, making all eyes shoot towards him instead. He was actively trying to wring himself out of his captor’s grasp, violently thrusting back and forth to get closer to you. “Don’t hurt them. I… I’m Grisha to me. Take me, not them. I’m a Fabrikator, I can-”

“Quiet boy,” a rough slap was delivered to the side of Jesper’s face, silencing him briefly. “Isn’t that lovely? To see someone that enamoured that he can’t even begin to realise when all the ships have already sailed? No amount of lying will save your little friend’s life now.”

A shot echoed through the air, going clean through the chest of the man whose hands your life was currently in. He stumbled forward hastily, the force of his sudden body weight on yours taking you with him. You didn’t even have a fighting chance at pulling yourself away from him. With a stifled yell leaving your throat, both of your bodies plunged down into the darkness of the harbour below.

Chaos broke loose on the deck as five other people entered the ship. Kaz’s cane met Doughty’s jaw with a bone-chilling crack forcing him down to his knees. Matthias was quick to put Jesper out of his misery, overpowering the man behind him in a matter of seconds. He couldn’t be grateful for that though, his mind running at high speed as his eyes were still fixated on the spot where you stood only moments prior. Everything happened too quickly for him to register. Did he go through with cutting your throat? Did the bullet get you too? Were you still alive? 

“Where’s Y/N?” Nina’s voice snapped Jesper out of his stupor. She was only mere inches away from him, her eyes hovering over his body to check for any wounds or scratches.

“No,” he breathed out, swatting her hands away and sprinting over to the railing. “No, no, no.” He looked down towards the water. Nothing. No body, no air bubbles, no sign of anything. He wanted to puke.

“It was a trap,” Kaz groaned, bringing down the last member of Pekka’s crew. He hadn’t noticed that you weren’t with the others, so Jesper’s panic didn’t phase him as much as it should have. “Let’s get back to the Slat.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Nina tried again, exchanging a worried glance between her and Kaz.

“They… I don’t-” 

“Saints!” Inej called out, her body leaning over the bannister far enough to see someone thrashing in the water next to the frigate. Your head broke the surface, a violent cough sounding through the harbour as you tried to stabilise yourself. When you caught a glimpse of the Wraith’s face hovering only a few metres over you, you started to calm down.

“I’m fine! This water is fucking disgusting. And cold. But it’s fine,” you called towards them, sounding generally unharmed.

“Helvar, get them out of the water and bring them back to the Slat. Ketterdam’s filthy enough. We don’t need harbour water to get them sick,” Kaz ordered, not displaying the genuine amount of relief he felt upon hearing you call for them.

Jesper rushed forward, set on being the one to pull you out of there. He needed to see you before being a hundred percent sure that you were alright. A cane blocked him from leaving the ship before Matthias could.

“I have to-”

“You have to calm down. They are fine. No one needs your erratic tendencies to cause more trouble than you already did. Get a grip.” His words stung. All of this could have been prevented had he just listened to you. Both of you had a bad feeling about this from the get-go, so why couldn’t he just have listened? Deep down, he knew that it was his fault.

Kaz turned out to be right. You were fine. The knife had caused a minor cut on your throat and you were trembling like a reed in the wind, but other than that you were fine. Jesper, on the other hand, was far from it. He felt guilty. Terribly guilty. 

After coming back to the Slat, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He had the urge to see you, but a nagging voice inside his head told him to drop the idea. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you were mad at him?

So instead of seeking you out, he stayed inside his room. He threw himself on his bed and willed his eyes shut. Sleep wouldn’t solve his issues, but it would preferably help him think of something other than his own failures. 

A knock on the door put a spoke in his wheels though.

“Jes?” You poked your head inside, letting your eyes wander around in the usual mess that was his bedroom. 

“Y/N!” he stammered, hastily sitting back up as if you had just caught him in the middle of something inappropriate. “Are you okay?” Of course you weren’t okay. What a stupid question. You had a knife held to your throat and almost drowned because a certain someone just couldn’t listen to you. 

“Funnily enough I wanted to ask you the same question,” you smiled, slipping into the room and walking over to his bed. He crossed his legs in front of him, giving you a bit more space to sit next to him. As soon as you sat down, his eyes basically fixated on the faint scar on your neck. It was barely visible, but the fact that it was there very obviously ate away at him. “Jes, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, his gaze roaming down to look at his lap. He couldn’t look into your eyes. He didn’t want to look into your eyes. “All of that was my fault. I should have just listened to you. I’m so sorry.” His breath hitched as he spoke, but he was too tired to even do as much as attempt to regain his composure.

“Hey.” You took his hand into your own, squeezing it tightly to at least give him some sort of reassurance. “None of this was your fault. You couldn’t have known that they weren’t Ravkan merchants. Neither of us could have known. It was a trap. Not even Kaz was aware of that until it was too late. But we all made it out. That’s the only thing that matters.”

He still didn’t dare to look at you, keeping his gaze fixated on your intertwined hands. “I just feel so guilty,” he almost whispered, biting the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from crying. Saints, he felt absolutely pathetic.

“Jesper.” One hand moved to cup his cheek, compelling him to lift his head ever so slightly. He hated that you were so gentle with him, even though he didn’t even come close to deserving it. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. None of us knew what would happen. You couldn’t have done anything to prevent this from happening. Not even if you had listened to me.”

“What if the others hadn’t shown up?” He wasn’t sure why he was so adamant about making himself out to be the villain. Maybe putting the blame on himself simply felt easier than the crushing thought of having no one to blame. “What if that… what if that bastard had genuinely gone through with cutting your throat? That would have been my fault, wouldn’t it?”

“No. It still wouldn’t have been your fault. You did everything you could. Nothing you said would have convinced these assholes to let us go. I’m so sorry that you were put in this position. You didn’t deserve that. But we’re safe. You’re safe. I’m safe. Don’t beat yourself up over things you couldn’t have changed anyway.” You let your thumb run over his cheek softly, feeling him lean into your touch without a hint of hesitance. 

“I don’t think I deserve you,” he mumbled, a tear finally managing to escape his eyes.

“Don’t. Jesper, you deserve everything and so much more. Don’t tell yourself anything different.” 

“Can I hug you?” His question caught you off-guard. Jesper, out of all people, was never one to ask before initiating physical contact. He would always respect when someone didn’t like to be touched, but he rarely ever asked. He was completely out of it, you thought.

Without giving him a verbal answer, you pulled him into your arms. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, while your hands rubbed his back. It was odd to see him so vulnerable. The façade of the humorous sharpshooter slipped, revealing an insecure little boy that didn’t quite know how to deal with things. 

“It’s alright. Everything’s going to be fine, Jes,” you cooed, feeling his breathing become more even the longer you held him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Just…stay and hold me for a while longer.”

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[telekineticseance]

LOSING IT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: you get ready for your day to work with matt (second part to circumstances)

genre: fluff

word count: 1311

cw: legal age gap although nothing happens....yet

author's note: y'all really liked the first part and asked for it to be a series and although i'm shit with updating i thought i would at least attempt. but thank you for the likes on the first part it makes me happy that you guys enjoyed it!

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The sound of your alarm caused you to wake up and you let out a groan before hitting the snooze button on the analog clock on your nightstand, feeling a sharp pain go through your head as you closed your eyes tightly. You heard movement and soft snoring coming from next to your bed as your eyes widened, forgetting about the events from the night before. You slowly fought against the shooting pain in your head as you looked over the edge of your bed to reveal Matt sleeping on the cushions. His small curls were as messy as they could get and he slept with his mouth partially open as he let out those soft snores you heard before.

You watched him intently, but not in a creepy way. More like a watching in awe way. Like when you go to the aquarium and see the fish swim around in their tank as a child. You'd never seen Matt like this before. I mean sure he'd take naps at the office for those nights when you would be with him until 5 am or so, but this was different. He seemed so calm, peaceful. He took in a deep breath and stretched his arms over his head before his eyes started to flutter open. You quickly leaned back onto your bed, acting like you were sleeping before the snooze from your alarm went off resulting in you jumping slightly and you hit the off switch.

Matt let out a groan causing you to roll your eyes back slightly, Jesus Christ he was hot. He moved around in the blankets before his phone began to ring and he answered, "Yes Trey I'm on my way." You heard a voice coming from the other end of the phone as he let out a couple sighs and he stood up from the cushions and hung up his phone after finishing his conversation with Trey. He put his phone in his pocket and looked at you, you hid under your blanket with only your eyes peering out as he gave you a small grin.

"Good morning. You feeling better?" He asks, using his hand to flatten out his hair as he looks down at you. You nod slowly, "My head kind of hurts but I'll be fine."

He chuckles a little at your response before nodding, "Well uh, my offer still stands. You don't have to come in today if you don't want to."

You shook your head at him, determined you weren't going to cause this to miss a day of your work. He nodded while smiling before looking down at the ground and then looking back at you on the bed, "Alright well then I'll see you in a little bit." He gives you a small awkward wave before leaving the room and shortly after you hear the front door open and shut.

You buried your head into your pillow and pulled the blanket over your head before letting out a muffled scream. You had to stop. You finally had a chance with some guy last night but basically ran away with Matt the moment he told you to. He was your boss. You were his assistant. That's all you two would ever be. But no matter what, you constantly had this hope sitting inside of the pit of your stomach.

You sighed before rising from your bed and grabbing the ibuprofen and water that Matt had left beside your bed before taking both and then walking to the bathroom to take a shower. You let the hot water run down your face and body, letting the energy from the shower take away your thoughts. You planned out your day as you washed your hair and body, it was a Sunday, South Park aired on Wednesday so you knew it was going to be a busy day for everyone at the office including you.

You finished washing up before shutting off the water and dressing in a simple white button down blouse tucked into a pair of light blue jeans with some black heels. You didn't have to dress too formal for your job but it was nice to at least put effort into how you dressed. Especially if you were lucky enough to get a compliment from Matt, even if it's as simple as him saying your hair looks nice.

It was getting time for you to head out as you did one last glance in the mirror before grabbing your keys and bag before leaving, you still haven't found your phone and that was stressing you out even more on top of the day you had waiting for you. You hopped into your little Nissan car before driving to the Starbucks closest to the studio. You ordered the usual Venti Americano for Matt, he didn't like all the flavors despite occasionally asking for a sip from yours if you tried something new, but then he'd shake his head and tease you about it being too sweet and say something along the lines of "Would you like some coffee with your syrup?" You ordered a drink for yourself before heading to the studio.

Once you arrive you walked in through the glass doors and made your way through the offices, greeting the others working in their cubicles before walking over to Matt's office. You lightly knocked on the door and saw Matt sit up more straight as he yelled for you to come in. You walked in slowly and set the drink down on the table and he let out a little chuckle, "Thanks." You smiled in response before sitting on the couch across the room and setting your bag down, "How's everything going so far?"

Matt shrugged as he scratched the top of his head, "I think we're on a pretty good schedule so far. Might get out of here at a good time." He took a sip from his cup and looked at you, his eyes scanning you up and down. "You look nice."

A warmth rose to your cheeks as you repositioned yourself on the couch, clearing your throat, "Thank you." He let out a small chuckle before getting up from his desk and walking across the room grabbing a small box from the cabinet. "I got you something. And before you object, you need it." He said as he walked over to your side, sitting down on the couch next to you.

Your eyes widened as you reached out and grabbed the box from his hands and slowly opened it revealing a new iPhone with a black case on it. "M-Matt I.." He smiled as he shook his head at you, "No you needed a new one so I got it for you. It's a part of your job to have a phone so you can make any calls for me and so that I can get a hold of you. I already got it set up and got everything transferred from your old phone thanks to the phone company so you don't have to worry about anything."

The phone sat in your hands as you turned to look over at him and he had a small grin on his face, as his head was tilted to get a better look at your face. He had set up your lock screen to a picture of you two that you had taken late one night at work, he objected to the photo multiple times but you finally convinced him and it was one of your favorite memories of you two. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him for a hug and he chuckled as he hugged back. "You didn't have to do this."

He nodded against your shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking your back as he held you tightly against him, "I know but I wanted to."

updated a/n: part three :)

#writing #matt stone #matt stone x reader #these are just named after rush songs at this point #gotta stop finishing these at midnight #slow burn #hope y'all enjoy this one