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cinnamoneve · 8 months

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you offer to join gojo on a 8-hour roadtrip for work. as usual, it's a big deal to him. hope you're ready for eight hours with your sweet boyfriend! ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 2k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: gojo brainrot on the mind. i need to write about this man so bad. please enjoy ♡

no good deed goes unpunished.

the mantra repeats itself as you settle in for an eight hour car ride across the country for satoru’s work.

you offered to accompany him, after all. something about him driving solo for eight hours didn’t sit right with you–at least together, you could stop for meals and breaks, swap driving shifts, and keep each other company between the points of interest.

satoru, always the enthusiastic one, needed to make this an occasion in and of itself. since offering to join him, he’s made a point of cleaning the car, picking out your favorite snacks and goodies, curating a personal playlist, buying you a new cozy outfit to wear; it was all too much.

it’s almost like he was wired to be the best partner: if not, prove he is. small happenings became momentous occasions, outings became intricate dates, and everything was worth celebrating. no moment was too insignificant to find love and happiness in.

sometimes, you worry it’s just a big façade. that, at the end of the day, it’s just a big act in order to trick himself into finding joy in the simple things; to find catharsis in the mundane and silver lining in even the most normal situation. after knowing him for so long, it’s hard to read him. once you feel you’ve gotten a grip on him, he seems to trickle a little closer off the edge of understanding. you’re not one to prod.

no good deed goes unpunished.

satoru’s shift was first. you woke up early to hit the road so you’d be on location when he was needed–you’d hang around the town while he headed off to do whatever he had to. you didn’t mind the drive, and he didn’t mind the company. it was you, after all.

because of the early rise, the two of you barely had enough time to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. it was another night of him hogging the blankets, asking you meaningless questions right as you’re about to drift off to sleep (e.g. ‘what if all of my toes were as long as fingers? would you still love me the same?)–it was not a priority to get a full night’s sleep.

satoru’s hair was still messy. you practically had to drag him out of bed to brush his teeth and get ready for the day. unbeknownst to you, he bought himself a matching sweatsuit that is exactly the same as yours. seeing him walk out to the car was shocking, to say the least.

if you were told years ago that you’d be wearing matching sweatsuits with this man, you’d think it was a joke. tying him down to a committed relationship was a feat alone–everything else corny came natural to him.

satoru faked a shocked look when seeing you in the car, “well, one of us has to change.”

“it’s too early for this, satoru,” you laughed. the sun had barely kissed the horizon and you’ve had your first taste of his humor. you playfully punched his arm before putting on your seatbelt.

for the first 30 minutes of the drive, the two of you barely said any words to each other. it was an unspoken, yet always practiced routine for you in the morning: no matter what time you both get up. you’ll greet each other with a warm embrace and kiss, maybe cuddle for a little while in bed, but afterwards you don’t talk for a while. there’s a cooling period of waking up and preparing for the day–sometimes you just need a bit to get your bearings. between you two, it’s been in practice for a while. today was no exception.

“i guess you’d break up with me then, huh?”

satoru’s silence-breaking question makes you sit up in your seat and turn away from the window to look at him.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never answered my question last night. i think you’re just avoiding it because you’d break up with me.”

you can’t help but stare at him in shock. awe, even. you hadn’t noticed that your mouth was open, but you closed it quickly when you noticed.

satoru kept his eyes on the road. you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not–there’s a fat chance he was staring so intently at the road to not laugh.

“are you kidding?” you can’t help but ask innocently.

“no. it hurt my feelings a lot, actually.”

now you know he’s kidding.

“you’re an ass, satoru.”

“that’s still not an answer” he refused to let it go.

“hmm. well, if you need an answer, i think i'd make you custom shoes so you wouldn’t have to walk around barefoot. and i’d sew you really big socks to make sure your feet don’t get cold either. is that a good enough answer for you?”

satoru’s face grew into a grin at your notion, “yeah, that’s more than enough”

“what about you? what if i was the one with really long toes, would you still love me?”

you waited for a bit, expecting satoru to sweep in with his charm and knock the answer out of the park with some cheesy platitude.

he answered, “i think it would be hard.”

all you could do was dramatically sigh as he laughed.

satoru was just like that. he’d ask questions about any scenario and question your love or faith or trust in him. they’d be under the guise of a fun question, an icebreaker, or a conversation point. the catch was that he’d only time he’d ask them is in the wee hours of the night, when the world slows, and it’s just the two of you in the stillness of your apartment.

when the tables were turned on him, he’d deflect. rarely did he mean it though, he was just not the best at articulating how he really felt about it all. sometimes you wondered if these pointless questions were relationship checks with a deeper meaning; as if him having extra-long toes was indicative of the next fifty years of your lives together.

maybe in his mind, it was. even if you hated the idea of him having extra-long toes, even when you didn’t know how to make custom shoes, even if you couldn’t sew, or any meaningless task he propped up was not in your wheelhouse:it became part of your wheelhouse. you’d probably lasso the moon for him, if he asked.

the question wasn’t really about extra-long toes. just like your answer wasn’t really about shoes and socks. it was about what’s between the lines of his question and your sweet answer. satoru couldn’t care less about the consequences of anything, whether it be something as trivial as having extra-long toes. what he really was interested in and loved was the way you’d love and accept him no matter the hardship. you knew this, he knew this, but he’d continue to hide it under the guise of a question with no real substance. it’s just how he operated.

in reality, he would love you if you had extra-long toes or if you had no toes or if you were a worm or any other question you could ask. it all made him a little bashful, so he could only ever deflect it. often when he does this, he’ll say one thing and mean something else. you expected it, you loved it, and gladly took it with open arms.

two hours into the drive, satoru suggested grabbing a quick bite at the next town you pull into. you pulled over at some 24 hour mom-and-pop-type diner for some fuel. with some caffeine in both of your systems, the sun was peeking through the treetops to make its first appearance of the day as you were exiting the restaurant.

“do you want me to take over driving?” you offered while walking to the car.

“i don’t mind, i’m good to go for a bit more”

“you shouldn’t drive the whole way, satoru. i’m not going to let you.”

“whatever you say, beautiful,”

satoru sat back in the driver’s seat while you just rolled your eyes and smiled. he reset the gps and put on the ‘official’ road trip playlist.

it was a tasteful blend of just about everything–your favorite songs, his favorites, and ones you had discovered together that seemed to fit. the two of you chatted between singing it all together. selfishly, he’d put some of your favorite songs in there just to hear you sing them. and all he’d do is pretend he didn’t know the words, as if he didn’t commit them to his memory as soon as he could.

you shared snacks, exchanged stories, and talked like the two of you had an entire lifetime of news to catch up on. everything flowed so easily with him. you felt like you could live in this moment forever. secretly, you hoped you would. without any hardships, any fights or arguments, any time away from each other or things unsaid. the only struggle you’d ever face is wondering the next time satoru would ask you to feed him a pretzel.

by hour six, satoru had stopped singing entirely and went back to staring at the road in silence. getting the impression he was tired, you told him you had to stop to use the bathroom next time he saw a rest stop. you’d have to ambush him when he got out of the car to steal the driver's seat–you know his stubbornness would never relinquish it.

while he got out to stretch, you snuck in his seat and started moving the mirrors to get yourself situated. satoru caught you and tried to coerce you into sitting back on your own side, but failed miserably. all he could do was pout and put his seatbelt on.

for someone who fought against not driving, he passed out instantly. he settled into the chair under your very fuzzy blanket, turned on the heated seat, and kicked his shoes off. always the drama. there’s something amusing about the sight, but it was more endearing than anything.

it gives you a bit of time to get lost in your own thoughts and concentrate on the road ahead. literally and figuratively. what a privilege and honor it was for the love of your life to sleep soundly next to you, trusting you so much that he can let his guard down and be comfortable. seeing this side of him was always a treat. part of you wondered if he’d notice if you pulled over just to admire him.

you wanted him to sleep, rest up, gain his strength back, and feel well enough to take on the day. you would drive for hours if it meant he’d sleep just a little longer.

no good deed goes unpunished.

you had thought of this phrase earlier, wondering why you even offered to go with satoru if he was just going to ask a million questions about nothing truly meaningful. but what is ‘punishment?’ being loved unconditionally? is it fair to call that a punishment? sure, he asked them a mile a minute. he asked if you wanted to play “i spy” when there was nothing significant around. he made a joke about playing truth or dare, and then dared you to kiss him, as if you haven’t done it a million times over.

satoru was many, many things. selfish at his worst and dramatic all the time, the laundry list of positives in his life could have an argument made for a negative that outweighs it. something about him felt like home, like comfort; the feeling you get when you have a warm bowl of soup, or settling in with a hot drink. his love warms you from the inside out, and manages to turn and touch every fiber of your being.

you’d never tell him this, though. it’s good to keep him humble sometimes when you fear his ego gets the better of him.

no good deed goes unpunished.

punishment looks really good at the moment. a beautiful boy sleeping soundly next to you as you listen to a song he swore to show you months ago. it doesn’t seem fair to call it a punishment when it can’t get better than this; but you find yourself looking forward to your next good deed.

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yourmomxx · 9 months

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— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —

male!reader

a bit nsfw under the cut

just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here

I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”

ain’t happening

starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues

But you didn’t let him push you away

It took a while for him to let you in

But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever

Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it

so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship

even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first

kie was the first to actually figure it out

because john b is a bit slow

and pope thought y’all were just really good friends

(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)

but they all love you

while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not

you most definitely had it easier than sarah

but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer

speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them

like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them

if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too

we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house

except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son

jj always held you back tho

he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison

you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first

silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company

“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”

he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues

“did you know that y/n did …”

“y/n actually told me …”

“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”

“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”

the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him

he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts

his brain short circuits

It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know

jj plans the cutest dates

like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows

soft touches

and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this

like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting

and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.

or bonfires

sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time

you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body

fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach

putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”

shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close

your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other

f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s

hello and goodbye kisses

puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)

falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues

such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy

says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you

jj practically lives at your apartment

he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything

when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him

will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent

with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible

and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily

of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that

communication is key in your relationship

you’ve ensured that from the very beginning

you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together

there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments

cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in

stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time

his wardrobe is mostly your clothes

you would go to jail for each other

“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“

you meet him at the beach to watch him surf

because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything

he’s the best at cheering you up

he’s everything but a dry texter

you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta

how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery

jealousy because, again, secret relationship

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”

“oh, I’m not.”

“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”

“mhm.”

but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way

has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love

you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear

knuckle kisses

just staying in bed all day and cuddling

he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you

whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him

— nsfw ————————————————

you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them

he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory

so you had to teach him some stuff

but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be

he’s a switch but mostly bottoms

it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him

sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk

he whimpers

he has a praise kink

“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”

those just do it for him

there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)

and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)

he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too

quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)

his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫

head in small caves at the beach

hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”

the pogues tease him about them the morning after

“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”

teasing. like so much. from both sides

whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place

high sex

handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie

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lina-lovebug · 1 month

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USM characters dating a villains daughter

- you were recruited into SHIELD based on your merits and smarts

- also including the fact that your dad was a villainous genius and wanted you farrrr away from all that mess

- you helped the team every now and then concerning tech stuff or hacking, and Spidey developed a crush on you

- you found him cute, having seen his face a few separate times, but knew that once he found out that your dad has made multiple attempts to clone his DNA and/or kill him then that crush would die

- it was a small accident from one of the other agents, but one that made you avoid Spidey for WEEKS

- "Oh hey Miss. Octavius" "Oh hey-"

- normally you'd let that slide but not when you were having lunch with Spiderman

- "Octavius? Like-?" "Wow, I'm late for a meeting. Bye!"

- it sucked too because you used to have a great relationship with your dad but his change and obsession over Spiderman drove you two apart

- you missed your dad

- each time you walked past the team training or happened to be in the same room as Spidey, you'd avoid him like the plague

- you would have kept doing that but suddenly found your hand webbed to your desk

- "You're avoiding me" "who said that?"

- after a long conversation that you weren't a spy or a weird creepy person trying to clone him, he let out a sigh of relief

- "And here I thought my crush on you was ruined" "yeah same here. . ."

- the team teased you both about that for the next month

- it's not everyday that you find out your dad is a terrorist

- okay not exactly a terrorist but one of the most dangerous men in the entire world to the point where they locked him in a prison without any metal

- yup, your father is Magneto

- it was fresh into your relationship with Danny when you found out. Your mom died when you were a baby, and you were adopted by an Agent of SHIELD

- it began to explain so much - your powers always have been strong, even for a mutant. You excelled in your strength and control, except for the few moments where anger woukd get the better of you

- you were scared to tell him. You had been dating for barely a month now, what if he got scared? Magneto brings fear to his name for a reason

- but you didn't have to tell him because Magneto had already found you. It's a strange thing to feel your child through your shared gene of controlling metal

- "(Y/N), I know I was never present before, but I never knew that you-" "Love, what's he talking about?"

- Magneto raised his brow at the green clad boy beside you and you rightfully began to p a n i c

- "I'm her father, and you are?"

- Danny is like 👁👄👁

- "You're not my dad. My dad is Agent (L/N), and as far as I'm concerned, the only person who knows me."

- and still, Danny is just 👁👄👁

- also okay my girlfriend didn't know that her dad is one of the few people I'm scared of

- After the initial blow up, you refused to talk to him. Erik Lensherr wanted to get to know you - to know the little girl he never knew he had even though this motherfucker has kids EVERYWHERE

- it was Danny who encouraged you to know him. You didn't have to force yourself to call him dad but you could atleast try to see if he's worth knowing?

- "How long have you been dating that boy?" "Oh, uh, a month now." "Hmm. . .he says strange things but I like him"

- He never saw it coming but Danny is the number one favorite of your adopted and biological dad. Yippee

- "When do I get to meet your dad, babe?"

"Uh. . .how do you feel about never? Also he's in prison, so not exactly the best meet up scenario."

- Luke knew you had a complicated relationship with your dad but never knew exactly how complicated

- first few years of your life, you were always on the road with him. You never thought much of the constant moving and new motel rooms every week - it was just a roadtrip

- until that roadtrip ended with your dad in custody and you cowering in the bathtub with claws and trying to act like a very scary person

- you looked like a spicy cat

- Luke was still curious though and since you weren't giving him much, he decided to sneak into the SHIELD database

- Sabretooth a.k.a Victor Creed who is sadistic and violent, and used to bring you on "roadtrips" which could have very easily ended up with you being killed

- also making Wolverine your uncle who didn't visit much himself

- "ooohh that's why she accidentally called Fury dad that one time"

- daddy issues to another level

- anyway

- Luke respected your decision not to see nor talk about your dad, now knowing that he never really cared about you

- it also made him realize why you were so avoidant when you first joined the team #likefatherlikedaughter

- but you were nothing like Sabretooth thank fucking christ and loved Luke, so he planned a dinner for you to meet his family

- and if you're wondering, yes, Victor found out you were dating whilst in custody and ended up destroying his prison cell

- oh yeah, Sam already knew

- you mean to tell me that a girl with green magical powers, a golden headpiece with horns AND who calls Thor "Uncle" is Lokis' Daughter?

- :0

- you weren't exactly subtle when it came to the few times the team and Loki butted heads

- "Dad, stop fighting my friends!" "They started it!"

- Meanwhile Sam over here like "Wow my crush is an actual Goddess"

- being half Frost Giant and half Asgardian came with perks, and one of those being that your body temp was always cold so Sam CLUNG to you during the hot summer days

- you and Sam were on the roof of the Hellicarrier when you confessed your feelings and out of excitement, Sam grabbed your face and kissed you

- spoiler alert: Loki also decided it was a perfect time to visit you

- so imagine your dad's surprise when he portals to Midgard to see his daughter and sees some mortal sucking her face off

- it was a very eventful and frightening evening for everyone, to say the least

- "Dad, I'm sixteen. I'm allowed to date" "that's like a fetus in Asgard. Come back to me when you're 500 and perhaps you can date"

- you dated anyway

- Sam didn't care that Loki is your dad, insisting he also wasn't afraid this bitch is terrified

- despite your differences, you do love your dad and he loves you, so you don't understand his hatred for Sam

- that was until Thor dropped the bomb

- as an Asgardian, you're immortal and Sam will eventually die. So Loki is terrified that one day you'll lose Sam and be left with nothing

- cue the mental breakdown

- "You did WHAT?!" "you weren't giving her answers, brother." "No but you've given her a crisis!"

- It was something Sam thought about from time to time but seeing you so heartbroken about it made him sad, and it kept you both distant

- Loki forced himself to talk to you, telling you to enjoy your time with Sam and if you wanted to one day - you could give up your immortality, if that's what you wanted

- after a long and much needed discussion, you came to Sam with the information. He felt bad that you'd have to surrender all that you were just to be with him, but you said:

"I'll still be who I am; I'll be the annoying magic girl who saved your ass"

- with a bonus of Loki admitting that Sam wasn't that bad he adored you two

- so like

- your dad is kinda fucked

- you just so happened to be the one who was somewhat sane

- you happened whilst your parents were casually dating, and while any other kid might want their parents to stay together, you were more than happy that your mom left

- your dad is Victor Von Doom and your mom? Hot asf Susan Storm

- Reed and Susan raised you away from him, and you inherited your own abilities from when Susan was caught in the storm in space

- you met Ava when the Fantastic Four visited SHIELD for some meeting, being the teenager dragging along because you've always admired your mom and dad's work

- Fury was eyeing you for your brains, considering bringing the matter up to Invincible Woman and Mr. Fantastic first

- after some debate, you were in and met White Tiger first and once she took off her mask, you were like "damn"

- "what?" "I-I mean, damn it's nice to be apart of the team"

- you both got along great, and she admired how smart you were and capable

- she asked you out and it had been a great few months, but you did receive a yell from Fury after he caught you two in the main tech area

- you weren't hiding it necessarily but it did shock her that you never told her, I mean, dudes number one for a reason

- "your dad is Doom?!" "Hes not my dad, he's my sperm donor - there's a difference"

- never in a million years did you consider Doom your dad. Reed raised you, and he called you his daughter from the moment you entered his life, so no - Victor Von Doom was not your dad

- she knew she touched a nerve, almost sounding accusatory, and apologized

- but she had no reason to, you reassured her, before giving her a kiss and asking if she wanted to come over for dinner to meet them

- she said yes :)

#usm x reader #ultimate spiderman #ultimate spiderman x reader #iron fist x reader #spiderman x reader #nova marvel

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andruwminyrd · 4 months

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🎧spotify playlists

soundtracks. horror soundtrack. mainly inspired by fear street. coming of age soundtrack. what if this is the best version. | think lady bird, the edge of seventeen & booksmart.. 90s romcom soundtracks. i'm just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her. | think 10 things i hate about you, notting hill, she's all that.

fandoms. roadtrip with dean winchester. driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. DESTIEL. you don't think you deserve to be saved. | castiel x dean winchester, supernatural. NACE. "will you solve this part of the mystery with me?" "always, forever." nancy drew x ace (hardy) THE FOXHOLE COURT. he was their family. they were his. they were worth every cut and bruise and scream. / for the foxes from all for the game by nora sakavic. THE MARAUDERS. i solemnly swear i'm up to no good. | moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. PERCY JACKSON. don't feel bad, i'm usually about to die. STRANGER THINGS. friends don't lie. steve harrington. 🍦 AHOY LADIES robin buckley. i wanted her to look at me. hey dingus! this is for the himbo & lesbian duo, steve harrington and robin buckley from stranger things don't ya, big boy? steddie / steve harrington & eddie munson dead poets society. carpe diem: seize the day. enemies to lovers. when you don't know if they wanna kiss or kill each other. the seven husbands of evelyn hugo. they are just husbands. i am evelyn hugo. and anyways, i think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife. daisy jones & the six. when you think of me, I hope it ruins rock 'n' roll. others. living in a fantasy world. not all those who wander are lost. that funny feeling. inspired by the song by bo burnham. also sad girl vibes. you have bewitched me. final girl. cottagecore. dark academy.

#*#*playlist #tfc #the foxhole court #supernatural #the marauders #stranger things #steve harington #robin buckley #dead poets society #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #daisy jones and the six

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dixie12 · 18 days

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imagining a scenario in the 2013 season, after jonny dealt with all the concussion issues the year before, and he gets into a stupid fight in a meaningless game. pat is so so pissed afterward, yelling at jonny in the locker room about taking stupid risks, and doesn't he know he's worth more than dropping the gloves with some third-liner on the blues?? and jonny is guilty and chagrined, so when pat tells him "that's it, you can't use your hands for anything other than hockey for the next day!" jonny nods and agrees.

except then he actually follows through. they're about to leave on a roadtrip, and pat realizes he didn't think this through very well. he meant it to be a punishment for jonny, but all he did was set himself up jonny's servant or something. he picks up jonny's gear bag and throws it over jonny's shoulder while jonny gives him a shrug and a smile, "can't use my hands, man." the rest of the guys are laughing now, and pat figures he has to see this through or he'll get chirped even more.

on the plane, jonny settles into his seat but doesn't make any effort to reach for his seatbelt, making pat blush as he reaches across jonny to dig it out and click it into place.

"that's too tight, pat," jonny complains, and pat sighs. "your ass is too fat, jonny," he mimics back, and he can see jonny visibly restrain himself from punching pat in the shoulder and chalks it up as a win.

"i'm hungry," jonny announces halfway through the flight, and pat, resting with his eyes closed and headphones on, mumbles back, "then get a snack, loser."

the silence is deafening, and pat lets out an enormous sigh, sitting up and digging through jonny's carry-on to find a protein bar. he opens it as quietly as he can, but he can feel half the team's eyes on him as he takes it out of the wrapper and holds it up to jonny's mouth.

"awww, so sweet!" sharpy coos, and pat knows he's going to be seeing pictures of this for the next 10 years. he's blushing, he knows, but jonny is, too, and he's not really joining in on teasing pat, which is weird.

pat gives jonny a pass for the bathroom, but other than that, the rest of the day goes about the same. pat holds out the sleeve of jonny's jacket so he can put it on, and that close, he can feel the flush on jonny's neck as he shrugs into his coat. pat reaches up to adjust the collar, where it had gotten wrinkled, and he sees jonny swallow hard and look away. he's not sure why jonny is embarrassed- pat's the one who's been waiting on him hand and foot because of a stupid chirp gone wrong.

dinner that night is a special kind of torture. pat's already on edge after having to slide jonny's pants on over his huge ass and then work a belt through the loops. he as no idea why jonny chose this pair of pants; it was a workout just to get them over jonny's thighs. then jonny insisted on wearing a button-down when he had a million polos that would have worked just as well. he hears jonny's sharp intake of breath every time pat's knuckles brush his chest, working their way up from his belt to his neck.

once they're at the restaurant, it's a whole meal of feeding jonny off his fork, watching jonny's tongue come out to lick delicately at the bites of steak pat's holding out for him. the guys are still laughing at them, but jonny is quiet in a pleased sort of way.

as soon as they're back in the hotel, and pat has stripped jonny's pants off as briskly as he can, pat is in the shower. he's unbelievably hard and confused about it. his hand is stroking over his cock, mind flashing over the way jonny just let him take care of him all day. jonny, who's usually the most irritatingly stubborn human pat's ever met actually ate his dinner from pat's fork tonight, and did it with a smile on his face. pat can't help but wonder what else jonny would let pat do to him.

when he makes his way out of the shower, he freezes. jonny is laid out on the bed, still in his button down that pat hadn't had the energy to take off him, too desperate to get into the shower and get himself off. his pants are folded over the back of a chair where pat left them, which has left jonny in just his criminally tight boxer briefs, and they're doing nothing to hide jonny's obvious hard-on, damp from where jonny's been leaking into them. jonny is flushed as far down his neck as pat can see, and even though he just got off, pat feels his dick twitch at the way jonny is stretched out and presenting himself for pat.

pat drops onto the bed next to him, trailing his hand over jonny's cock. even through the fabric, it's blood hot and steel hard, and jonny shudders under his touch.

"kinda glad you can't help with this part," pat admits, working his hand under the tight elastic waist and getting his hand around jonny properly. jonny moans, hips arching up.

"been so good to me all day, pat," he groans, and pat is breathing hard.

"you deserved it, baby," he says, and from the way jonny is tense under him, he doesn't think it's going to take much to get him over the edge.

he's right, and it's barely a minute later that jonny is shooting over pat's hand, messing up his boxers in the process.

"can i use my hands now, pat?" he asks quietly, once he has his breath back. "i really wanna touch you," and pat has to agree.

#1988 #pat/jonny #blackhawks ficlet #accidental service top pat #jonny really does deserve it #even if sharpy will never let them live it down

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slavicviking · 1 year

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They’re in some shitty motel on the side of the road in the middle-of-nowhere Pennsylvania. On their way for Joyce and Hopper’s wedding, Steve and Robin planned an impromptu round-about way through Boston of all places, before turning back for Indiana. It’s a roadtrip none of them could’ve had with their families as kids - it’s very cheesy, is what Eddie says, but Steve knows he’s enjoying himself just as much as the rest of them.

Steve leans over the balcony rail and fishes out a cigarette he stole from Eddie’s coat when he feels a light tap on his shoulder.

“I thought you don’t smoke anymore,” Nancy asks with a raised eyebrow and a toothy smile.

“Things change,” he grins back at her and lights up the cigarette. He coughs in surprise when Nancy takes it from him and inhales. “I thought you don’t smoke. Like, at all.”

“Things change,” and they both snort before she sobers up. “I don’t, usually. I’m just...nervous.”

In the back of his mind a nagging voice reminds him that this is the first time they will all be in Hawkins since Nancy and Jonathan called it quits. When he asks if there are any lingering feelings still there, Nancy frowns, lips pursed.

“I don’t know,” she tries to take a hit again but coughs. Steve is very polite in the way he doesn’t laugh. “I think... I think it might be time to move on. Experience new...things.”

And Steve doesn’t miss the way her eyes, for a brief moment, slide to Robin chatting with Eddie on a rickety bench a few meters away. Nancy smirks.

“But you. I can see you found what you were looking for,” she pushes at him, giggling at his no-doubt reddening cheeks. Eyes determined but still with mirth in them, she squeezes his arm. “Don’t worry, it’s obvious he feels the same.”

Technically, he knows that. They’re way past the first trembling ‘I love you’s’. They’re comfortable with where their relationship is at, is the thing. But sometimes - sometimes the doubt still gnaws at him. It’s quite embarrassing, to be honest.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks when Steve plops by his side a moment later, sliding his hand over his back. There’s a nervous glint in his eyes that Steve knows are his own insecurities.

“Nothing much,” Steve says with a shrug. Leans into his boyfriend. “Rumor has it I look pathetically in love with this guy I know.”

Eddie snorts, a sound akin to a giggle, almost, but he’d never admit it. “Pray tell.”

“And apparently,” Steve continues because he’s feeling suddenly brave. “he seems to be pathetically in love with me, too.”

“Ah, yes,” Eddie nods vehemently. “I’ve seen him. It is very pathetic.”

Robin stares at them with judgment clear in her eyes when they start giggling like a pair of madmen, beer spraying from their noses a little, and Steve can’t say he blames her. It’s all worth it, though, when Eddie bites his ear gently and tells him that “it was kind of inevitable, sweetheart”.

#steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #stranger things #everyone is just giggling all year round in this universe ig lmao #my writing #ficlet #if i may make a confession this first came to my mind as my steve x oc headcanon but it works really well for steddie too so here i am

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rotworld · 7 months

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13: Tunnel Vision

(previous)

you make some difficult decisions in the morning.

->sexually suggestive. contains gore, body horror, dubious consent, parasites, mentions of drugging.

The shift is a gutted kaleidoscope, spinning shapes and bleeding color. The moon has a doppelganger. The wind carries the sound of distant choral singing. The sky cracks and several large, shimmery fragments of dawn scatter across the University President’s lawn, emanating light that is dangerous to view with the naked eye. You lean against the hood of your car and watch it pass, chewing on crispy eggshells.

There is a sudden sharp tug at the center of your being. Home is east. Home is close. You think you could get there by the end of the day. Your heart races. You start a new map with shaking hands, hesitating, pencil trembling over the page. A door cracks open. You look up and find Jamie sheepishly peering outside.

“Hey. Good morning,” they say. They smile and approach slowly like you’re a skittish animal, standing just inside the fence surrounding their front yard. “I, uh. I could make you something for breakfast? If you want?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Right. Yeah. Of course.” Their eyes are bloodshot and rimmed with exhaustion. They’re wearing the same sweater and jeans they were last night. They tug at their sleeves nervously.

“Last night, that was…you shouldn’t have done that,” you say. “I know you meant well, but that’s not your call. I’m the only one who can decide how I feel about home. Whether I decide it’s worth it or not.”

“I know,” Jamie says hoarsely. “I’m sorry. I know I overstepped. I think I’ve been telling myself all these years that I’m fine. That I don’t care, I don’t miss it, it would’ve sucked anyway. Children of the road don’t get happy endings. But I’ll never know what it could’ve been. You know? I’ll never know.” Jamie shrugs, pretending to yawn so they can discreetly wipe the tears from their cheek. “Well, that’s enough moping. It was a pleasure to meet you, courier. You’ve given me a lot to think about. But you’ve got places to be and I’ve got preparations to make. I’ve got to convince someone to let me come with them on a homecoming journey if I want to make any headway on my thesis. Send anyone bored and desperate my way, if you’d be so kind.”

You look down at the map splayed beneath your palm. You shouldn’t, you think. You really shouldn’t. The Stag told you that desperation is your greatest weakness. You look up and Jamie is pretending to be very interested in a flowering shrub, stealing guilty glances at you when they think you aren’t looking.

“I thought you were coming with me,” you say.

Jamie frowns. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m serious. You said you wanted to leave, right? I’m making my homecoming journey today. It’s close. And,” you hesitate. “I’m afraid. Of what I’ll find. I don’t want to go alone.”

They stare at you for an uncomfortably long time, searching your face for any shred of dishonesty. “You’re serious,” they say in quiet awe. “After all that, you’re letting me in your car? Do you stop for mimics, too?”

You choose not to answer that question. “There are some rules. My car is a worm-free zone.”

“Not for long.” They put their hands up in a pacifying gesture at the look you give them. “Kidding! I’m kidding. The other flukes stay here. That’s not exactly a hardship for me, it’s time off from babysitting. My mother and her team can look after them while I’m gone anyway. My fluke comes with, though, that’s non-negotiable unless you want me comatose.” Jamie laughs, then covers their mouth as though they hadn’t meant to. “Oh. I’m…really excited. I haven’t gone anywhere since that trip to the Stillwoods. Oh, I—I have to shower and get changed and, and pack us some fun roadtrip snacks! Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back!”

True to their word, Jamie doesn’t take long to get ready. They come back out fresh-faced and beaming in an oversized University sweater, a duffel bag slung over their shoulder. You’re starting the car when they touch your shoulder. “Thank you,” they say quietly. “You have no idea what this means to me. I’ll make this up to you somehow, I swear. I’ll be useful to you.”

“You don’t have to be useful,” you insist. “Just don’t try to stick anything in my ear and we’re fine.”

“Anything?” Jamie murmurs, leaning over the center console. Their breath fans against your cheek and you feel them caress the shell of your ear, thumb massaging every little dip and groove. “What about my tongue? You don’t like being kissed here, even a little bit?”

You swat their hand away. “Not while I’m driving.”

Jamie smiles in a way that tells you they’re going to be trouble.

[NOW PLAYING ON THE RADIO: SHADOW BY WILD NOTHING]

Having a passenger again takes some getting used to. Jamie is far more talkative than the girl you took to Compass Hill, not shy at all about making themselves comfortable. You haven’t left the University yet when they angle their seat back and kick their wool sock-clad feet onto your dash, ignoring your perturbed glance. They cram their duffel bag into the backseat rather than the trunk, reaching back frequently to unzip a compartment and pull out plastic-wrapped hard candy or salty snacks.

You make the mistake of glancing over just as they rip open a bag of jerky. A barbed appendage wriggles past their lips and wraps around it, crunching the dried meat into pieces before it’s fully in their mouth. “We share nutrients,” Jamie says. “But that’s like getting drip-fed through an IV your whole life. You’d miss tasting stuff, right?” Your silence and suspicious gaze makes them sigh heavily, like it’s silly of you to worry. “I get it, I’m on thin ice. But my worm is my worm. It’s got no interest in you. We’re a bit too dependent on each other for it to be tempted, even by your…” They pause, staring intently and licking their lips. “…very, very cute ears.”

Your attention is on the road, but you’re disinclined to completely take your eyes off Jamie. “You have a thing for ears, huh?”

They look a little embarrassed. “It’s instinct, okay? That’s, you know, the preferred method of entry, and certain shapes are, ah, easier than others to work with—”

“How about,” you say firmly, “we talk about something else?”

Your heart tells you home isn’t far at all. A few hours of road, not even a town between. Part of you feels breathless with anticipation while the rest is more cynical. You’ve never gotten there before. Why should this time be any different? It was impulsive, you admit, a desperate decision spurred on by your more recent nightmares, the thing in the dark. You have to know. You have to see it for yourself.

You’ve made good progress before you happen to glance at yourself in the mirror and notice, bruises and scrapes aside, the mark of the Stag is gone. Those twisting antler marks vanished and you aren’t sure when. Was it when you arrived at the University? When you made the delivery? That’s a good thing, you think, but then you think of Nelton and find yourself missing it. The extra protection had come in handy.

“Does anyone at the University know?” you ask. “About, uh…”

Jamie hums. “What, that their most esteemed paraphysical biology faculty are a bunch of worms? No, they don’t. Those medical scans aren’t part of routine exams or anything. People think Dr. Higgs is cracking under pressure.”

“Why does that happen?”

Jamie leans their head against the window, watching the scenery pass. “Because the worm lets it happen. It lets just enough of itself go dormant that what’s left of her becomes briefly lucid again,” they say coldly. “It does that because my worm tells it to. Because it wants her to know what’s happening. Because I do, too.” They glance at you worriedly, then look away, biting their lip. “I’m not really helping my case here, am I?”

You think about Compass Hill—the old Dewitt mansion. The Singer, feeding on the disgust and hatred of the man he once called “father” because it’s the taste he was conditioned to enjoy, the emotion that made the most expensive silk. “No,” you say. “I get where you’re coming from. I just hope you find other things that drive you the same way that feeling does. Grudges keep you moving, but they won’t make you happy.”

Jamie looks at you with a pensive expression. You see tears glistening at the corner of their eye before they hide it with laughter and lean over to kiss your cheek. “You’re absolutely precious, how have you not gotten yourself killed out here yet? Ugh, you’re so earnest it kind of freaks me out.”

You glance through the rearview mirror, at the spot where the girl once sat. “We have to look out for each other,” you say. “There’s no guarantee anyone else will.”

The further you drive down the winding road and the more insistent the pull of home becomes, the more nervous you get. Jamie notices. Their touch is gentle and reassuring, never in the way. They squeeze your shoulder or rest their hand on your thigh, telling you about their favorite things in the Drift.

“Did you know that watercolor mimics don’t have eyes? They use a form of echolocation to determine their prey and shapes in the environment. That’s why their silhouettes are so good but they always look like someone just threw a few buckets of paint at them. Or, oh! Did you know that querrows have a vulnerable spot on the thighs of their second set of legs? They have ‘hinges’ on their exoskeleton, so it sort of retracts or swings to the side while they’re getting into mating position. Good to know if you ever get caught by one and, uh, aren’t flooded with neurotoxin yet. Aim for the legs where they connect to the abdomen.”

“Querrows?” you repeat. “I don’t think I’ve seen one of those.”

“They’re fossorial ambush predators. If you see it, it’s too late. There’s a small population in the Stillwoods, actually, that’s one of the reasons they tell you to stay on the trails.”

The road narrows slightly, two lanes framed by wild, waving Drift greenery. The fog simmers away and you see steep, hilly terrain ahead, a tunnel cutting through it. You hesitate. You’ve seen this tunnel before. Rows of circular lights set into the rock walls illuminate the winding path in dusk-lit orange. This is the way home, you’re sure of it, but it’s never brought you there.

But you’re here. It’s close. You want to try. You push forward, into the mouth of the tunnel and the open road fades behind you. The drive becomes quiet and somber without trees or shivering shapes in the fog to draw your eye. There’s only the lane markings on the asphalt, only the claustrophobic curve of the tunnel walls around you. The road is long. You’ve been in the tunnel for well over half an hour with no end in sight. Jamie starts fidgeting more. You aren’t sure if they’re bored or anxious.

“Do you have a lover?” they ask nonchalantly.

“Do I—what kind of question is that?”

“A simple one. Yes or no.”

You laugh. “No, not really. If someone is interested and I’m spending the night anyway, I don’t mind. But I’m a courier. I’m not going to stay. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“You’ve never had another courier for a lover? Shared a route together? Shared a bed wherever you stop for the night?”

You tap your fingers over the steering wheel. “It doesn’t go well,” you say stiffly. You catch an intrigued look on Jamie’s face.

“I won’t push for the story behind that, as eager as I am to hear it. Instead, tell me what you like.”

“What I like?”

“Mhm,” Jamie says, voice becoming the slightest bit huskier. “You know. Preferences. Any particularly sensitive spots. Do you like to kiss? Being on top of your partner or under them? Fucking, or being fucked?”

“I don’t really…think about it much,” you say, a little flustered and caught off guard. You hear the telltale scratch of a writing implement on paper. You glance over and Jamie looks back at you innocently enough. At some point, they reached into their bag for a notebook, pages spread over their crossed legs, pen in hand. “You’re taking notes? I didn’t even answer.”

“No, but your embarrassment and the look on your face are telling,” Jamie muses. “That, and you let me crawl on top of you last night and didn’t look too torn up about it until the drugs kicked in.” You feel their fingers slide up higher along your thigh. “Would you like it if I bossed you around a little? Told you what to do? Held you down and did as I pleased with you?”

“I’m driving, Jamie,” you say stiffly.

“We’re just talking, courier,” they tease, but they move their hand away. “You strike me as the skittish type who’ll run off the second I get you to open up a little, so I have to make it count. Maybe I want to keep you.”

“You don’t,” you insist.

Jamie blinks. Their smile is just a little sad. “Fascinating. You do have some cynicism in you, and this is what it’s about.”

“I’m just being realistic. You’d get sick of being on the road. I’d get sick of staying still. It’s never going to—” You slam the brakes, clutching your chest with gritted teeth and your eyes wrenched shut. It’s the pull; it hurts. If there were something physical, something you could see and touch unfurling from the center of your chest, it would be tangled and twisted up in knots, the whole length of it wrapped in barbed wire. You have the presence of mind to put the car in park, to yank your keys out of the ignition before you slip and do something dangerous, hands trembling. You’re wheezing, hot agony boiling in your chest.

You can’t breathe.

There’s noise—something calm and firm, gently rising and falling beyond the pounding of your own pulse in your ears. Jamie is talking. Trying to get through to you. They’re half out of their seat and cupping your face, making you turn to look at them, pressing their forehead to yours. “Look at me,” they whisper. “Look at me, okay? Eyes open. Can you see me? You’re alright, but you have to calm down. You’re hyperventilating.”

Are you? You can’t tell. It doesn’t feel like you’re getting any air.

Jamie slides a hand down to your throat. “I’m going to touch you here, okay? There’s…something under your skin. It looks swollen.” They push down with their thumb and fingers splayed on either side. You hear an awful keening noise, a pained wail, and realize it’s you making that sound. “You’re okay,” they murmur, massaging the sensitive, inflamed flesh. It hurts in a satisfying way, like working out knots of tension in your back. You whimper and push harder against Jamie’s hands, dizzy and feverish. “That’s it. Deep breaths. Does that feel better?”

It feels embarrassingly good. Your hands bunch up the fabric of Jamie’s sweater, dragging them as close as you can. It’s not enough. There’s too much in the way, too many obstacles, too much clothing. You want to feel their skin against your skin. You make a pitiful sound, afraid of the suddenness and intensity of your need, your hands balled up in their sweater.

Jamie pulls back far enough to see your face. Whatever they see makes them swallow hard. “Oh. You’re. Really worked up, aren’t you?” They hesitate, their gaze trailing. “This is a good spot, huh? You like it when I do…this?” Their thumb strokes up and down with alternating pressure, feather-light one moment, hard and massaging the next. You’d collapse if you weren’t sitting down already, your knees going weak. Jamie does it again and you shudder, moaning shamelessly, grinding your legs together in desperate search of friction against your arousal. You hear Jamie curse under their breath and mutter to themselves—to the worm, maybe—harsh and insistent. “No, no, no, nope, this is absolutely not the time or place. We’re not going to do that. We’re not. Just. Remember it. For later.”

They lean in and kiss your cheek, a quick, chaste peck that makes your breath hitch. “More,” you beg, pushing more insistently against their fingers. When they move their hand away, grasping your shoulder instead, you whine in protest.

“Sorry, courier. I’m going to have to hold this over your head the next time you get on my case about sticking worms in you,” they chuckle, their voice strained. “You wouldn’t believe the kind of self-control I have when I care.” They wrap you in a tight, awkward embrace, the center console digging into your side, keeping you still through all your squirming and pleading and baring your neck as though trying to entice them.

The throbbing sensation wanes. The heat beneath your skin cools. Your head clears and suddenly you’re very, very embarrassed. Jamie notices, of course, chuckling the second you go tense in their arms.

“What the fuck?” you mutter.

“You don’t know either, huh? You had a nightmare last night and something similar happened. You were gasping and moving around a lot in your sleep, and there were these spots on your neck that were…moving. There’s something under there. Some sign of your heritage, I’m assuming. Touching them calmed you down last night, too, but, ah…this was unexpected.”

“Why is this…happening to me?”

Jamie rubs your back. “It’s common when you’re dreaming. Inherited traits that aren’t yet externalized become active. If you had wings, you’d probably have discomfort in your back or shoulders and see them pushing against your skin. Right now, though…if I had to guess, it’s a bad reaction to an anchorware malfunction so close to home.” They nod to the road ahead. Your blood runs cold.

It’s the same thing that always happens. The road twists up impossibly. The tunnel has forked into snaking paths that descend, ascend, double back, go nowhere. You see your own car down one of them, mirroring the blink of your emergency lights. And they’re moving, rippling gently like the throat of a great beast, slithering and changing their shape. You look back and the road you came is just the same, a hydra of spirals and sheer drop-offs into the abyss.

“Anchorware malfunction?” you repeat. “That’s what this is?”

“Yes. A fairly easy one to fix, too.” Jamie frowns. “Hm. Well, this isn’t our problem. You’ll want to turn around, we need the road that looks like a corkscrew.”

“How do you know?”

They smile, tapping the side of their head. “I might have lost my own compass, but I can borrow someone else’s.”

You’re speechless. Jamie effortlessly helps you navigate the endless, fractal paths of the tunnel. They close their eyes occasionally, tilting their head. You see one of the worm’s slender appendages dart out of their mouth like the tongue of a snake, tasting the air. They tell you between directions—turn here, stop there, drive uphill in reverse—that it’s something to do with the fluke’s sensitivity to shifts. You don’t understand half the jargon they use trying to explain what anchorware actually does, how it keeps things steady and stable between superposition events, but you’re glad they understand it. You’re almost angry at how easy it is. All these years and all these failed attempts. Would you have ever made it by yourself?

There’s a corpse in the tunnel up ahead, curled up against the wall. You expect to see something gruesome and mangled, pulverized by alien physics, but the body is in relatively good condition, barely decomposed. It’s a man, completely nude. He’s covered in strange, pus-encrusted welts and sores. You and Jamie both turn as you pass the body, silent and unnerved. Did someone end up stuck in here when the anchorware malfunctioned? Maybe they weren’t killed outright but stuck, unable to find their way out.

In the rearview mirror, the body is not a man, but a pox-ridden, pustule-covered deer.

Eventually, the tunnel stabilizes. The paths fall away like pruned branches, fewer and fewer as you go, until finally, your road is the only one that remains. Ahead, you see the hazy light of the Drift and a gray sky. Your heart skips a beat. Home. You can feel it now, stronger than ever. Home is outside.

“Hopefully someone will be out to fix this soon,” Jamie says, glancing back. “That’s so dangerous. Who knows how many people have already gotten lost in there? Bet you’re glad I came along now, huh?”

You snag Jamie by the front of their sweater and kiss them. They make a startled sound that turns into a pleased hum. “Thank you,” you say.

“I think we should get stuck in more anchorware malfunctions, if this is the result,” they muse. “It’s the least I could do, courier. I have to make up for last night. And maybe I like you, just a little.” They trail their index finger up the side of your neck, making you shiver. You swat their hand away and they pull back, snickering.

Heart aflutter, afraid and anticipating in equal measure, you drive out of the tunnel and into the place that has always called to you.

(next)

#rotpeach writes #goretober #the drift

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hookingminor · 2 years

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"I was worried something happened to you" with pierre-luc dubois

"I was worried something happened to you."

It was an unfortunate series of events, truly.

Ice in the winter was deadly, but you never expected to be carrying groceries with your roommate when she slipped on the stairs leading up to your apartment, effectively shattering her leg.

An ambulance was called immediately, and you rode the entire way to the hospital with her. Due to the late hour, the emergency room was operating at its lowest capacity, leaving you in a waiting room chair for hours on end while you waited for an update. The EMTs declared her tibia had broken, along with some pieces of her knee splintering off. Conclusion? Emergency surgery.

It was almost midnight when you received a call from your boyfriend, who was on a roadtrip on the west coast. You presumed he was calling you before heading to bed, but you’d been so preoccupied with your roommate that you forgot he had even played a game tonight.

“Hey, baby,” Pierre’s scruffy face greeted you. He immediately took in the unfamiliar off-white walls behind you. “Where are you at?”

“The hospital,” you answered with a sigh. “It’s been a long night. I’ve been here since eight—”

“What the fuck are you doing in the hospital? What happened? Are you okay?” Pierre went into full panic mode, sitting up from his relaxed position on the bed and bombarding you with questions.

“Well I was with Carrie—” Just then, a doctor rounded the corner and called your name.

“Hold on, Luc,” you said. “The doctor’s here. I gotta go. Call you later.”

You hung up before Pierre could say goodbye, eager for any update the doctor had. You sprung up from the chair with shaky hands.

“Is she okay?” You asked.

“Surgery was successful,” he answered with a smile, immediately calming your nerves. “We had to remove the splintered knee fragments and reset her tibia, but she is fine. She should be waking up from surgery any minute now if you’d like to see her. She’ll make a full recovery but it will be a few months.”

The doctor ushered you to Carrie’s room and found her lounged on the bed, broken leg elevated in a fancy contraption and a tired look on her face.

“Yikes.” You couldn’t help but make fun of her situation.

“God, I know right? Wasted fifty dollars worth of groceries, and I won’t be able to walk for months,” she chuckled dryly. “At least I’m so medicated I can’t feel any pain right now.”

A nurse brought in a padded chair at that moment, sliding it over to you since you requested if you could stay the night with Carrie. You didn’t want to leave her in the middle of surgery to wake up alone, and with it being so late, it didn’t make sense to go back home.

Exhaustion washed over you now that you were reassured your friend was okay, and she gave you the extra blanket on her bed for you to curl up with.

In all your worrying about Carrie, you completely disregarded the phone buzzing away in your bag and the tens of text messages and missed calls from Pierre. You fell asleep in that hospital room with Carrie, oblivious to the heart attack you were about to cause your boyfriend.

A knock woke you both up around eight in the morning, the same nurse from last night making her rounds to check Carrie’s vitals. Her prognosis was good. They decreased the morphine in hopes of getting her off it completely, and when the doctor came back in an hour later to check in, he supposed she’d be able to be released the next day so long as everything went smoothly today.

A few seconds into his discharge instructions, a hurried figure rounded the hospital room door and bursted in.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Pierre cursed a breath of relief when he saw you, clutching his laboring chest.

“And you are?” The doctor asked not unkindly, but he didn’t appreciate the interruption.

“Luc? What are you—” You turned to Carrie and the doctor, feeling rude about the interruption yourself. “I’ll be just outside.”

You grabbed Pierre by the wrist and tugged him into the empty hallway, and his hands immediately cupped your face to search for any sign of injury. “You had me worried to death,” he said, still in the process of catching his breath. He’d clearly run from somewhere, probably through the hospital to find you.

“Of course I’m okay,” you said. “What are you doing here so early? Weren’t you supposed to fly back today?”

“I was,” he answered. “Until you told me you were in the hospital then proceeded to ignore all my messages, so I booked the first flight back. I was worried something happened to you.”

“Oh.” Realization dawned on you. “Oh, I meant I was in the hospital with Carrie. She broke her leg last night and had to have surgery. I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he sighed. “I mean, I feel bad for Carrie, but you nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.”

“I feel terrible. I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you, but it was late when she got out of surgery and we were so tired.”

Pierre brought you into a tight hug. “I understand.” He kissed your forehead. “Please don’t do that to me again though.”

“Promise,” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Would you mind taking me home so I can take a shower and grab some things for Carrie?”

“Of course,” he replied. “I better let the guys know you’re okay. I think I freaked them out last night.”

“Oh god.” Remorse washed over you in waves. You hadn’t even spared him a second thought after that phone call because you were worried about Carrie, and here he was worrying all his teammates and coaches that something terrible happened to you.

But there was another part of you that wanted to cry over your boyfriend’s concern. He flew all the way from California in the middle of the night just to check on when you wouldn’t pick up.

“We should get you home then. You’re probably exhausted.” You took note of his messy hair and tired eyes.

“I think I lost about five years off my life after that,” Pierre said dryly, obviously too fatigued to put more effort into his joke. “If I never step foot in a hospital again, it will be too soon.”

#pierre luc dubois #pierre luc dubois imagine #nhl imagine #my writing #requests #blurbs #jets13

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lifesver · 2 months

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@creatureshrieks said: Though no one could rightly say they fully trusted the newest 'addition', what with all his escape attempts, let alone due to the sheer fact he'd trespassed on their property to expose them, Bubba found he didn't mind Leland so much anymore. Not like his eldest brother who still insisted they should kill him and be done with the whole mess, but even Bubba had begun to protest these comments in his own way. Leland didn't hurt him anymore - and that was good, right? Bubba had been out working in the fields for part of that day, but his lumbering footsteps and half-words are easily heard as soon as he enters back into the house - especially as he seemed to be calling out for Leland. He makes his way towards him, holding an exceptionally large sunflower in his hands. He presents with a grin, hidden just barely underneath his 'leather' mask. He sounds happy, even a little insistent for Leland to take it. It's a gift for him!

leland had started to suspect he wasn't ever getting out of this place. and really — it had been some time since he'd last tried. he still thought about it, sometimes, of course. whenever a door was left open, or it seemed as though no one was paying much mind to him. he still missed his friends, and his family. but he knows better, now. after all his failed attempts at escape — and after being wrangled like a runaway animal enough times — mostly, leland was tired. it was never worth it. and getting to feel the sun, even through the upstairs window, was far better than the cell he'd spent his time in. he has the slightly amusing thought, that this was probably what most house cats must feel like, perched by a window watching the daylight shift across the world outside.

anyway — the people here, strangely, tolerate him most of the time. treat him okay. though, maybe that was more in an effort to avoid johnny's ire, or sissy's complaints, about treating their guest with some respect. leland knew the truth, of course — he was still on a leash, even now. and the quiet voice in his head says; if anyone outside really missed you, they would have come looking, right?

the sound of the front door abruptly opening from downstairs pulls him from his thoughts — makes him realize he's been re-reading the same line of text over and over for the last minute or so. leland tilts his head toward familiar, cheerful vocalizations coming up the stairs;

❝ big guy, hey, ❞ leland shoots bubba a careful smile, looking up from the book he balanced on a knee. a dusty thing he found amongst the junk downstairs — and a little more thrilling than a farmer's almanac, at least. it was about friends on a roadtrip, and it was dog-eared in a few places already, probably from its previous owner. he tried not to think about whose belongings he had gone through to find it.

once, he might have been put on edge by the sight of the large masked man lumbering toward him; the big guy — bubba sawyer, who despite his imposing figure, and the trouble leland had personally caused him, still tended to hassle him the least around here. was almost friendly — and had bandaged his injuries once or twice when he was still down in the cells.

in his hands, probably the biggest sunflower leland had ever seen. he was familiar with the fields surrounding the sawyer property; he'd wandered them when he was allowed to. but this was an exception — which meant bubba probably took some time picking it out. the gesture is kind. a simple one, but one that makes leland's expression brighten genuinely. brows shoot up in question;

❝ oh uh — for me? really? ❞ he peers up at bubba again, who quietly urges him again to accept the gift. leland laughs gently, setting down his book next to him, and taking the flower from bubba's insistent hands. one hand clutched supporting the stem, he lightly adjusts the petals with his fingers, smooths them delicately. ❝ ... i think you might have found the most model sunflower ever. like, if there was a competition, it'd probably win first place. ❞ they’ve had a few discussions of this kind; bubba had noticed him staring out at the fields before. and leland told him about how a friend of his had once told him all about sunflowers, and marigolds, and roses, and,

— leland feels his chest squeeze, and he lets out a shakier sort of breath, but his smile remains; ❝ it’s really pretty. thank you. ❞

#thank u for the wholesome content bubba thats so cute #leland who's going thru the horrors and stages of grief in these verses receiving a gesture of kindness: 🥺#creatureshrieks #( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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I was gonna ask this with the twins in it, but I genuinly don't think they could handle being away from the station for too long so ya boy gets all the attention here:

Guzma and his partner traveling to another region for a while because reader mused that they would love to take on a gym challenge? Guzma may not necessarily care all that much for the league and all, but honestly some of the stuff he says in game make me feel it would do him some good to get away from Alola for a while and go on a roadtrip, don't ask me why. See some other places, meet some bug type trainers who absolutely loose their minds when they see his Golisopod instead of running for the hills, eat some new foods, see what's the big deal about contests and at the end of the day call back home in a video call, holding up a Venonat to the camera while 12 Grunts and Plumeria are squeezed together because everyone wants to say hi to the boss at the same time.

Oooh, I agree! Some time away from Alola to allow Guzma to operate without his Team Skull stigma would do ya boi some good

🍓🍓🍓

Guzma is reluctant to follow you to Unova. You're going to be gone for a few months, at the least, and he doesn't know if he can leave everyone behind like that. Plumeria and the grunts encourage him, though, and you promise that if he's too homesick, he's allowed to go home whenever he wants, so he agrees.

You both take a plane, which Guzma hates, and make it Unova a nice twelve hours later. He's pissy when you touchdown, but getting to the hotel and sleeping off your jetlag gets him ready to go again.

You explore the region at a casual pace, taking on the gym challenge together as you go. Your teams are easily able to get you to Castelia City, where Guzma meets Burgh, who fawns so much over his Golisopod that Guzma's ego inflates like ten sizes. Golisopod is also happy for the attention, and for the chance to play with Burgh's Pokémon as the artist pumps out drawings of the large bug at a record pace.

Despite their differing personalities, Guzma and Burgh get along great, and discuss bug Pokémon at length. You spend a lot of time in Castelia City because of it, traveling to the surrounding area to go bug hunting with Burgh

During one of these trips, Guzma stumbles upon a Venipede. He tosses it berries to ease it out, and catches it with such a large, boyish grin. His excitement as he shows the bug to you makes you smile.

The nights are all spent cuddled in bed together, a laptop before you to video chat with the grunts. All of them try to squish into frame, resulting in the wrath of Plumeria, which they never seem to learn from. They're just excited to see you both, and eager to tell you about what they've been getting up to

The riot they throw when Guzma shows them the Venipede he caught and is going to bring home to them earned you both a few noise complaints. But it's worth it to see how excited everyone is, Guzma included

But after a month, you're both ready to go home again. You got enough badges to satisfy you, and Guzma is more confident in who he is as a person outside of his Team Skull role. So the trip was a major success, in your books

🍓🍓🍓

The only other regions I could think of were galar and unova, and unova has a bug gym leader, so I was like perfect! and then I realized I've only gotten to the second town in pkmn black and i was like shit!

all of this to say that I hope you like it and that it follows along the prompt you asked for! I hope you have a great night, love!

~Renee

#guzma x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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rainbowbarnacle · 9 months

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We took a trip to the North Shore!

On Monday Luka and I went to Duluth to go look for agates and visit the rock shop and eat mindblowingly good pie. The drive up was really nice--very long, but we listened to Stephen King's Fairy Tale on the way and it is very good so far--a kid named Charlie is isekai'd to another world where he plans to take this absolute SWEETHEART of an elderly dog to this magic sundial so she can be young and not arthritic anymore. That's all I know so far but it's been really good so far.

The only hitch in the whole trip was when we were looking for a place to look for rocks, and this crazy dog with no leash and no collar goes zooming into the road, and Luka slammed on the brakes, and the person behind us just barely slammed their breaks, and we ended up accidentally clipping the poor dog--there was a big wet splat of water and a bit of hair on the front, but no damage, and the dog just kept running without a thought in its dear little head and disappeared into some forestry that happened before the beach

So we went looking for the poor dog so we could tell its owners that we bumped it, and we never found the dog or its owner, but we thiiiink the dog is probably hopefully okay x_x

And while we were looking for dogs and people, we found out the area we were in was a perfect swimming spot, so we went down to the beach and luka got out his snorkeler and a really nice drunk lady gave us a heart shaped rock Luka found a bunch of really cool stuff! Sea glass and some kind of really lovely piece of terra cotta with a honeycomb pattern on it, and a big laker agate and a bunch of really interesting hunks of things with fascinating crystals and pretty streaks of things running through it--he can tell you much more. I found one that looks like a kitty!

And the lake was just lovely. There was a cute family of loons and people kayaking (including one woman who had her golden retriever sitting on the boat while she rowed) and one guy flew by on a motorized parachute and threw us the horns. 8)

Then we went home and wolfed down food and fell the heck over at the Motel 6, where in the morning we discovered Ellie had tried to make a nest on the floor:

We went to the culinary miracle that is Betty's Pies, where I had pancakes and luka had biscuits and gravy and we had phenomenal pie.

Then we got to go to the ROCK SHOP. :D

The folks running the store were INCREDIBLY nice and helped identify some of what Luka found in the lake the day before. I was fortunate enough to be able to nab some pretties at very reasonable prices (seriously these were like a few bucks each)

If I am remembering the labels correctly, I nabbed: a tiny slab of coral, then a lake superior agate, carnelian, citrine, green jasper, malachite, labradorite, dumortierite, sodalite, petrified wood, crazy lace agate, and amethyst. The neat little platform it's on came from a nearby goodwill and has a bunch of fossilized snails in it? IT WAS A BUCK FIFTY, HOW

But yes it feels nice to have pretties finally. <3 I also nabbed a fossilized clam and an opalized ammonite.

Aaand after that we were gonna visit the Temperance River, but then the sky opened up and munched on roadtrip snacks and listened to more audiobook while the rain pounded down, and when it cleared up we took pictures of the forest.

And Ellie had an awesome time:

The highlight of our trip back was finding this billboard. Luka got off the southbound freeway, back on the northbound freeway, and back onto the southbound freeway, over a span of several miles, just to get this picture:

WORTH IT. 8D

and now I'm hoooome and I've cuddled my kitty and I'm going to be a zombie for a little while

What an awesome time, though. I hadn't been on a roadtrip since we went with @kurloz38 and @misa-chu in June of 2018. @_@ (we gotta get you guys back up here!!) It was indescribably nice to get to swim and splurge on pretty things and enjoy a really good book.

#domestic blifs #north shore #ROAD TRIP

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sk-lumen · 1 year

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Hey girl! I read your blog all the time and it’s made me so much more confident l, so thank you! ❤️❤️ I need your help please! Sometimes I have those nights where I feel so low. I’ve been single for a long time and I’ve stopped having casual sex/ fwb last year. Usually I’m fine, but some nights I’m so lonely. I crave to be held and touched by a man. Or sometimes I just wish I could have a man to confide in and who makes me feel safe and protected. The feelings of longing go beyond just physical touch. I even get urges to cave in and message my old fwb for validation, which I haven’t done, but it’s been difficult not to. How do you deal with this? ❤️

Hi angel,

I congratulate you for removing any situationships from your life. It's not easy to go against the grain and decide you deserve better. But I will say, no woman that is confident, has high self-worth and good mental health will entertain a situationship. I said what I said.

Now, it's normal and human to crave connection, regardless of its form, so don't be hard on yourself for this! Start with deciding what high value partner you want, write a list of their qualities, and then say no to anything less. Make a vow to yourself if you have to.

In the meantime... focus on dating yourself, giving yourself anything and everything you'd crave from a partner. Literally. Validation, words of affirmation? Write "I am" positive affirmations and read them over and over until confidence bubbles up in your chest, or just call up a friend and open up about your needs. Want to feel safe? Tell yourself "I am safe, I am held" or similar affirmations, and ask yourself what actions from a man would make you feel safe, then give yourself that. Intimacy, connection? Reach out to friends or family and do some uplifting, rewarding activities like go for brunch, go shopping, do a yoga class or a roadtrip, watch a movie and have some laughs, go clubbing and dance it out, etc. Physical touch, pleasure? Get yourself some tools that will be there for you 24/7 so long as you recharge the batteries. Make yourself whole, then approach dating from a place of power and wholeness - it's the only way to win the game.

But the most important tip is this: build your foundation, your community of friends. Create meaningful connections and friendships. Meet new people. Network. I can't emphasize this enough.

Most of the time it's not even a partner/bf we want, it's just the feeling of being seen, known, appreciated, of being part of something meaningful or feeling alive! Society brainwashes women from the earliest age that a relationship/man/marriage is the end-all-be-all for happiness. Teaching us that we should view them as the one stop for all of our needs. The truth is, it's not. And no relationship can fulfill all of your needs, because that turns codependent and unhealthy very fast.

Friendships, I would argue, are the very foundation of everything. When you don't have friends, you jump from relationship to relationship because you're lonely and anxious and empty without one, because you lack a basic community to lean on. When you don't have friends, you cling to toxic men because you think "it's better than nothing". Do you see where this is going? Meanwhile, when you have a supportive community, you're more brave in walking away from anything subpar, you feel supported and held and safe in making any difficult choices. Speaking from experience, it makes a world of difference knowing you're not alone.

So, to summarize:

Define what your high value partner should be like. Accept nothing less.

Date yourself, give yourself everything you need.

Network, build friendships, connect with people, meet new people, socialize, go to events. You'll forget about the loneliness 99% of the time.

Your friends are your foundation, your support system. Treasure them like gold. You don't have to deal with everything alone! That's what friends are for.

Best of wishes darling, and thank you for the kind words. I'm glad my writing is helping others reclaim their power and confidence! 💖💖🥂

-L.

#glow up #toxic relationships #high value woman #situationships #selflove #confidence #ask #dating tips #relationship tips #writings #dateyourself #growth mindset #healing #friendship

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i am also nosy <3333

4, 21, 24, 33, 34, 41 (or other hot drink), 43, & 46

two nosy gals <3333

4. which cryptid being do you believe in?

listen i LOVE cryptozoology my dream is to one day go to the annual mothman festival in west virginia and spend an entire weekend. i don't necessarily believe-believe but if at least one were real???? like say....the yeti... i would not be shocked. honestly it makes me pretty happy to think that there are all sorts of interesting creatures out there. so maybe not true belief but wanting to believe?

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

my childhood dog passed on when i was a teen. her name was jackie, and she had a white collar with a diamond bejeweled bone. the leather got worn down over the years but i still have the jeweled bone!! eventually i would like to get a copy of it tattooed + have the pendant remade into a bracelet or hair clip.

it's actually one of the only things i still have from my childhood! some things are just worth saving.

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

definitely eating for one. i don't know how you feel about fast food but it's not something i eat bc i worry about cross contamination (no meat outside of seafood for me) so it'd have to be either a picnic or convenience store snacks. totally painting each other's nails and talking about childhood comforts and fiction.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

i did a roadtrip with an old coworker of mine. he moved out to idaho about a year and a half ago now, but we were good friends fast so we try to stay in contact. he had to drive back my way on his way to go see his parents so he stopped, picked me up, and then we went all the way up to NH together. it was a lot of fun. i really appreciate his calm way of going through life; he lived out of his van by choice for a few years straight out of hs and then saved up to buy a plot of land so he could start building his own place. he's like a strange cousin to me.

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

so many!!! memorizing lyrics is easy for me. i've been singing un puño de tierra by becky g (my girllllll) in the shower though lately. and while washing dishes. and driving. basically all the time. i rarely even play the song anymore since it's already so stuck in my head.

41. how do you take your coffee? (or other hot drink)

if i'm very tired i'll just drink regular old black coffee to wake up, no milk. for hot drinks i really prefer to have matcha or a bay leaf and cinnamon stick tea.

43. what’s your take on spicy foods?

i'm latina; if it's not spicy, i don't want it lol. i have been really into indian food recently actually and have been learning tons of new recipes bc they have such a large amount of vegan and vegetarian dishes that all have a kick to them. it's great.

46. favorite holiday film?

i'm a the nightmare before christmas girl all the way. one of my favorite films in general, even outside of the holiday category. i also like to watch the low budget horror films they come out with for holidays (mostly the halloween ones but the christmas ones are always pretty funny too).

#thank you for asking~~~#ladytauria #replies #ask games

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lab-trash · 11 months

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Moments Caught on Camera (pt 1)

Read on AO3 if you like

“First team road trip!” Kaz yelled excitedly into the camera, his arm slung around his best friend, Oliver.

“Well, technically it’s the first team exclusive roadtrip,” Oliver corrected, looking at Kaz. “We’ve gone on roadtrips with the Davenport’s before, and then that other one Douglas came along.” He looked at the camera. “But this one’s just the team!”

“Stop talking to yourselves and get your damn bags in the RV!” Bree yelled from offscreen.

“That’s our Bree,” Kaz said, somehow bitterly affectionate. “We’ll be back on the road: coming soon!”

______

“We’re about 20 minutes in; I completely forgot to film us taking off,” Kaz said into the camera.

“Why are you filming this?” Chase asked. Kaz flipped the camera so that it showed Chase through the rear view mirror.

“It’s our first trip as a team. I think it’s worth documenting. After all, we are heroes.”

“I think that makes it less worth documenting,” Skylar spoke up. She was in the passenger seat next to Chase. Unlike Kaz, Oliver, and Bree, she didn’t care for the option to get up and walk around in a moving vehicle. “I already feel guilty enough going on this trip; we’re barely even doing anything.”

“Uh, excuse me,” Kaz said, flipping the camera back around, “We are going to Philadelphia to visit your best friend and our good ol’ favourite comic shop.”

“We’re also visiting Gettysburg because Chase is making us,” Oliver said, poking his head into frame.

“I think that it’s interesting to visit the grounds of fights previous to abilities like ours,” Chase said, a bit pretentious.

“Well actually—”

“Kaz,” Oliver said before looking at the screen to indicate that he shouldn’t say anything.

“Oh, right,” He said with a chuckle.

“You can go to Gettysburg by yourself, y’know,” Bree said. Kaz flipped the camera again to face her, trying to fit both her and Chase through the rear view mirror in the shot. It was considerably easy.

“I’m not forcing anyone to go with me,” Chase said, “But you won’t be able to get around anywhere privately without me, and you won’t have a place to stay privately,” He added.

“We can all drive y’know,” Bree said, turning around to face her brother as best she could while buckled. “I mean, except for Skylar. And we’re not the ones who need a vehicle to go places.”

“We’re not allowed to use our bionics on this trip, Bree,” Chase said, “You know this. And you know what happened last time. And I personally don’t feel like having my magnetism app malfunction again— and I doubt you want to be stuck in a cardboard box, taped to the floor again.” Bree grumbled in a bit of defeat.

“But Kaz, Sky—”

___________

“You’re still not gonna be getting around anywhere without a vehicle. Less conspicuous that way,” Chase said. “But like I said, if you want me to go alone, I will. You’ll just have to take the bus.”

“I hate the bus!”

“Or we could walk,” Kaz spoke up. “That’s how Oliver and Skylar used to get around.”

“Not you?” Bree asked, turning back to the boys facing her.

“No, I chose to take the bus,” Kaz said with a small laugh. “Although, we could always stop by Oliver’s place. I’m sure he has some cars there.”

“Again, it’s not my place. It just technically is in my possession because my mom is in prison and my dad is in Britain, and it’s paid for in the family name,” Oliver said. “And I don’t know how much I want to go back there.”

“Why not?” Kaz whined. The camera was still facing the front of the vehicle, as the RV drove down the road.

“Bad memories. I don’t suppose you’d want to go back to your house,” Oliver said, mocking him a bit.

“That’s completely different!” Kaz exclaimed, putting the phone down on the table in front of them, making the screen go black. “I was abused there. You just lived there with your mother, who loved you,” He said, honestly bitter.

“I had to try to sleep there for two years, either hearing my parents fight or my mom on the phone. The only times I ever got silence was when I was alone. I had to leave that house because being there would put me in danger.

“We all had to go into hiding, and I know that couldn’t have not affected you.”

“Oh my god, 25 minutes in and we’re already arguing!” Skylar groaned from the front seat. “This is why I don’t like roadtrips.”

“That’s a fair point,” Bree pointed up as Kaz picked his phone back up. “Last road trip, Douglas and Chase wouldn’t stop bickering about… something, I wasn’t listening.”

“Cold fusion,” Chase piped in.

“And the one before that, Adam and Chase wouldn’t stop arguing about literally anything at all,” Skylar said.

“Hey, Adam was totally in the wrong there! He kept making fun of Chase for no reason!” Kaz exclaimed, immediately jumping to defend one of his best friends.

“He’s Adam! That’s what he does!” Bree exclaimed.

“Plus, Chase and Oliver argue on the regular,” Skylar said, “Hell knows it’ll be worse when we are basically sharing one big room.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Bree said, getting the cameras attention. “Have we discussed sleeping arrangements?” She asked. “Because if we have, I do not remember.”

“I don’t think we have,” Oliver said. “But I think it’s pretty obvious. Kaz gets the weird overhang bed thing—” Kaz moved the camera up to show the overhang bed that was over the front seats. “—Bree gets the fold out bed—” Kaz moved the camera down to show the white table in front of them, which collapsed into a bed, “—And Skylar and I get the big bed in the back.”

“What about me?” Chase spoke up, obviously being passive aggressive.

“Oh, I figured you could curl up in one of those seats up there,” Oliver said, sounding serious. The camera got shakier as Kaz let go with one hand to punch Oliver in the arm, apparent by the groan of annoyance coming from the blonde.

“No,” He said, a bit aggressively.

“I have a better idea,” Skylar spoke up, “Bree and I sleep in the overhang. It’s clearly big enough for two people,” She said. Kaz rotated the camera up again to show it off.

Skylar seemed aware that the camera was on her, because she waited until it returned to her to continue.

“Kaz and Chase take the back bed,” She said. Kaz flicked the camera to Chase again for a second before returning back to Skylar. “And Oliver sleeps on the fold out bed,” She said.

“What?” Oliver squeaked. “I-I mean, there’s no way Kaz would want to share a bed,” He tried. Kaz snorted.

“What?” He asked in disbelief, “Oliver, I shared a bed with my little sister until we were seven,” He said.

“Exactly!” Oliver exclaimed. “You don’t have some sort of trauma attached to that?”

“We were sleeping sibling style, it’s not like there’s trauma there.”

“What’s sibling style?” Chase piped up.

They’d reached a stop light, slowing at the yellow glow.

“It’s when they sleep with their heads at the opposite sides of the bed,” Oliver explained, luckily without getting too nippy.

“Oh,” Chase said. “Do we have to sleep like that?” He asked, looking at Kaz through the rearview.

You could almost hear how Kaz’s breath was knocked out of him once he got a good look at Chase’s hazel eyes through the mirror.

“I, uh, no. We don’t have to, we can just sleep like normal,” He managed.

“Are you sure?” Skylar asked, sounding worried.

“Of course I’m sure,” Kaz said, a bit more confident this time. “I mean, shouldn’t you and Bree be more worried? You spit acid in your sleep.”

“I’ve taken care of it,” Skylar said, a bit too quickly.

“If you’re sure,” Kaz said quietly, hiding his obvious teasing laughter.

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