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mattyriddlesbitch · 6 months ago

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Paralyzed

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Mattheo being an idiot

I know this is off of my normal schedule, but I finally got to my pc, so have this fic I wrote a few days ago.

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You, you walked into the room

On a Friday afternoon

That's when I saw you for the first time

And I was paralyzed

Mattheo was in the library with a few of his friends, not even studying anymore. They were messing around, talking and laughing, drawing on their parchment, throwing things at each other. But they were in a rather secluded corner of the library, so they weren't bothering everyone.

Movement in his peripheral vision caught Mattheo's attention. He turned his head to see you looking through one of the aisles of books. He had never seen you before. You were gorgeous and it had Mattheo sitting up straight, fixing his hair and tuning out the other boys.

The other boys didn't take much notice, Mattheo would tune out and stare off into space sometimes, so they didn't give it much thought.

He watched as you tried to grab a book off a shelf a bit higher than you could reach. His first thought was to go over and help you, but his body wouldn't move. Like he was…nervous?

You felt your pockets, presumably for your wand, but you forgot it and sighed, pouting slightly for a second before turning to their table. Mattheo quickly looked away as you walked over.

“Can one of you guys help me? I can't reach a book I need and I forgot my wand.” You asked the table sweetly and it had Mattheo's stomach fluttering with how sweet your voice was to him.

I had a million things to say

But none of them came out that day

'Cause I was never one of those guys

That always had the best lines

Mattheo wanted to say ‘yes’ and help you, but the words died in his throat as he opened his mouth, and now his mouth felt suddenly dry.

“Of course, (Y/N).” Enzo said as he stood up with that stupid charming smile of his.

That prick led you back to the book with a hand on your back.

Mattheo slumped back in his seat as he watched you smile back at Lorenzo, thanking him for grabbing the book for you before walking away from him. Enzo came back to the table, sitting back down.

Time stopped ticking

My hands keep shaking

And you don't even know that

“Who is that?” Mattheo asked him after you disappeared out of view.

Enzo smiled, catching on immediately. “That's (Y/N). They're in one of my classes. They're very sweet.”

“I've never seen them before.” Mattheo said, looking back to where you disappeared for a moment before looking back down to his drawing on his parchment, pretending to be interested in drawing again.

I try to speak, but girl you got me tongue-tied

I try to breathe but I'm f-f-f-frozen inside

I try to move but I'm stuck in my shoes

You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed

I see you walking, but all you do is pass me by

Can't even talk, 'cause words don't come into my mind

I'd make a move if I had the guts to

But I'm paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed

Enzo and Theo took the initiative to introduce you two. They invited you to one of their parties, where the boys were all at now.

Theo was the first one to spot you when you arrived. He left the group to talk to you, smiling, trying to charm you to follow him over to the group. You gladly followed him and Mattheo spotted the two of you coming over and quickly sat up straight in the chair he was lounging in, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the table in front of him.

Theodore quickly introduced you to everyone who didn't know you, saving Mattheo for last.

You smiled at him. “Hi, Mattheo.” You said and damn, if your voice wasn't the sweetest thing he ever heard, especially the way you said his name.

He opened his mouth to say ‘hi’ back but it came out super quiet.

“Are you alright?” You asked him when you couldn't hear him over the music.

His mouth felt all dry again, so he just nodded.

Now I learned a lot from my mistake

Never let a good thing slip away

I've had a lot of time to look back

And my only regret is

Not telling you what I was going through

But you didn't even know that

I try to speak but girl you got me tongue-tied

I try to breathe but I'm f-f-f-frozen inside

I try to move but I'm stuck in my shoes

You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed

You talked with the group, smiling and laughing at what they said. Mattheo was quiet, looking over at you whenever you laughed and spoke up. He wanted to make you laugh so bad, but he was finding it difficult to talk with you there.

How was everyone else talking to you so calmly?

He was going to have to look for a spell or potion to help him with this weird feeling around you.

As soon as you walked away to go talk to some of your friends, Theo hit him in the back of the head.

“Ow, what the fuck was that for?” Mattheo said, rubbing the spot Theo hit.

“Why didn’t you talk to them?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because you were ogling them in the library a few days ago. We thought you liked them!” Enzo spoke up, throwing his hands in the air.

Mattheo scoffed. “I said ‘hi’.”

“Fucking idiot.” The two boys rolled their eyes.

I see you walking, but all you do is pass me by

Can't even talk, 'cause words don't come into my mind

I'd make a move if I had the guts to

But I'm paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed

The party didn't help at all and now you probably thought he was weird for how quiet he was. He was so stupid, just looking at you and smiling, sometimes laughing at what you said. And fuck, you were so funny and smart to him, it made it all worse. He felt like an idiot next to you.

He saw you around the castle more. Maybe he did see you in passing sometimes, but now he actually noticed you. He saw you walking with your friends between classes and he wanted to say ‘hi’, let you know he acknowledges you, at least.

But you'd see him first and give him a bright smile and all the thoughts in his head disappeared. It was like he forgot how to speak around you. So he would give a small nod before hurrying away to wherever he was going.

Merlin, why was he such an idiot?

As the years go by I think about you all the time, whoa

If I get the chance I hope I won't be paralyzed, paralyzed by you

You walked into the room

On a Friday afternoon

It had been a few months of this dynamic. You being your sweet self, hanging out with him and his friends more, and him barely speaking but smiling and laughing.

The other boys caught on and would question him, but he'd always refuse to answer, even though the boys already knew the problem.

You made him flustered. You made him shy.

And the boys ate it up every time, enjoying seeing their normally loud, obnoxious, and confident friend turn into a shy, stuttering mess around you.

I try to speak but girl you got me tongue-tied

Only problem was, you took it the opposite way.

I try to breathe but I'm f-f-f-frozen inside

I try to move but I'm stuck in my shoes

You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed (you got me paralyzed)

I see you walking, but all you do is pass me by

Can't even talk, 'cause words don't come into my mind

I'd make a move if I had the guts to

But I'm paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed (you got me paralyzed)

Mattheo was smoking in the courtyard with Theo while Enzo was sitting by them, all three talking and messing around.

You noticed them. You always noticed how Mattheo was a lot louder and more playful when you weren't around. It made you feel like he didn't like you.

If only you knew it was quite the opposite.

You finally walked over to them, your shoes clicking on the pavement as you approached, making them all look over to you, but your eyes were only on Mattheo.

His eyes went wide when he realized that, watching you walk up to him until you were a few feet away from him.

“Do you hate me?” You asked him, ignoring the other two boys.

He let out a nervous laugh. “Wh-what?”

“Do you hate me? You, like, never talk to me. It's always short answers. You won't even say ‘hi’ to me when we pass each other in the halls. Why?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

He tried getting some words out, stumbling over the syllables before clearing his throat. “I-I don't-I don't hate you. I just-I mean, um…” Shit, his mouth went dry again.

“Mattheo. Can you just answer me for once?” You said.

Paralyzed, paralyzed, you got me tongue-tied

Paralyzed, paralyzed, now I'm frozen inside

Paralyzed, paralyzed

You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed

His head dropped and you could hear a small ‘fuck’ under his breath before he sighed, looking back up at you again. “I…I don't hate you. I just…” He looked around, sighing out his nose again. “I…like you.” The way he said it seemed like he was having a hard time saying it.

“You like me?” You repeated.

“I just mean, I don't hate you. I-I think you're sweet.” He said, finally looking back at you.

“You think I'm sweet?” You asked, smiling ever so slightly.

That small smile had him blushing and looking back down.

“Yeah.” His eyes flickered up to you briefly before looking back at the cigarette burning in his hand.

“That's all I wanted to know.” You said before smiling a little more. “Have fun, boys.” You said before practically skipping away.

Mattheo watched you walk away, opening his mouth to stop you before shutting it with a groan.

The two other boys laughed at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said before taking another puff of his cigarette.

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lght-roastcoffee · 6 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ Scared ⋆ ˚｡⋆

prompt: "I'm in love with you, and that scares me."┆Tuna-Tober ⊹ Day 8

pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

wordcount: 692

warnings: slight language, mentions of past injuries, angst with a happy ending

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢-𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

I can’t stop thinking about him.

Him and his bright green eyes. His freckle-dusted cheeks. The leather jacket he always wears. It’s probably so warm. He’s so kind to those he saves. He may not show it often, keeping his emotions behind a well guarded wall, but I see it every time.

Dean Winchester is a beaten and bruised man with the heart of a hero. I understand why he can’t let anyone in. I understand the past burdens placed on his shoulders and the horrors he’s had to witness. But why does he have to be so mean?

“It’s like every time I turn my back you’re there needing saving.” Dean lifts the glass of whiskey in his hands to his plush lips and takes a sip. “Just for one night, that’s all I asked. But you can’t stay out of danger.”

“Dean, it’s not like I wanted to be attacked.” I huff, crossing my arms, leaning my back against the Roadhouse bar next to him.

“Well, it sure seems like it sometimes,” he says, taking another swig.

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “What are you trying to say, Dean?”

“I’m saying I’m tired of always saving your ass when I should be busy ganking the monsters.”

I huff again, pushing myself away from the bar. “Am I that useless to you?”

He sighs, looking down at the glass now resting on the bar and closes his eyes. “I’m just saying you’re getting reckless, Y/N. I’m not always gonna be there to save you when things go sideways.”

“But you don’t want me around.” I face Dean, anger and frustration slowly rising in me. “I’m just another burden to you right?”

Dean lifts his head, looking to the ceiling, before facing me, slight frustration coating his expression. “Stop putting words in my mouth, Y/N. That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“But that is what you meant,” I say, voice raising slightly in anger. “I get it, Dean, really. You’re tired of saving me. You’re tired of babysitting the child you see me as. If I’m such a burden, maybe I should just leave then.”

I start walking towards the doors of the Roadhouse, but a hand at my wrist stops me in my tracks. Dean spins me back to face him, eyebrows scrunched together and frustration shining in his eyes. “Damn it, Y/N! Just let me talk!”

Thank whoever is listening that it’s empty right now. “No, Dean, I think you’ve said all you’ve been wanting to say.”

He lets go of my wrist and runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further than it was. “I… I’m in love with you!” I freeze, his words running through my head as I process them. “And that scares me, okay? I-I don’t want to be the reason you die or see you die. I can’t handle that.”

The frustration slowly leaves my body as it relaxes seeing the man I’ve been crushing on in such a vulnerable state.

“Dean,” I whisper, closing the space between us. I rest a hand on his shoulder, making him look at me. “I love you, too.”

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as I wrap mine over his shoulders. He buries his head in my shoulder and just holds me like that. I squeeze him just as hard in return, enjoying the comfort he brings. After a while, he pulls back slightly and cups my face in one of his rough hands. I stare wide eyed into his emerald ones shining in gratitude and love. Tired of waiting any longer, I pull him down and press my lips to his softly. Dean sighs into the kiss, lips moving against my own as he deepens it slightly.

Someone behind me clears their throat, causing us to separate in surprise. We both turn our heads towards the door to see Sam standing there. “Did I miss something?”

I laugh as Dean chuckles into my shoulder, placing a kiss there. Dean pulls away smiling as he looks me in the eyes again.

“Just walk away, Sammy.”

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moobloom-mention · 1 month ago

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Day 19 | Forgetting the Big Things (The Dog That Weeps After It Kills is No Better Than the Dog That Doesn't. My Guilt Will Not Purify Me)

Summary: Petey doesn't mean to miss Lil Petey's first art gallery and contest. It's just that everything that could go wrong, went wrong, and that happens sometimes!

But it's exactly the kind of shit his father had pulled with him. And that just makes it a hundred times worse.

Content Warning(s): Brief Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Past Child Abuse

Word Count: 3662

I'm just as much of a sucker for found family angst as I am for found family fluff <3

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He's late.

It's a realization that tears ruthlessly through what had been a shady attempt to glue of his common sense and composure back together, blood roaring in his ears. He's forced to abandon the fire extinguisher he'd been strangling for what had seemed like eternity to clasp a paw to his ears, anything to stop the sudden onslaught of both panic and adrenaline that courses through his veins.

Even the sharp, hollow clang of the canister against the kitchen's tiled floor doesn't feel loud enough to drown that damning word strike, strike, striking behind his eyes.

Late. Late. Late.

The doghouse's front door groans as Petey throws his entire weight against it. In his haste he's grabbed two dress shoes that'd once been neatly set by the doorway but now swing impatiently from his paws by their laces.

One thwacks particularly harsh against his knee. It causes his leg to twitch in reflex and almost sends him buckling to the ground before he catches himself on the front door's knob. It doesn't matter, he tells himself between grit teeth. There's bigger fish to fry.

Instead he throws the right shoe to the ground in favor of lifting his left leg into the air to help cram his foot into its footwear. It shouldn't be this hard to part on a damn shoe but it is.

It's difficult because he's already late and the world seems to treasure every moment it can coerce him into an outburst. But that simultaneously doesn't matter because he's late.

With a hiss he finally chucks the left shoe next to its counterpart. He makes due with sliding his feet into the stiff dress shoes as if they were slippers, uncaring for how his weight immediately folds the heel support flat. They're undoubtedly ruined. And that isn't taking into account the fact that the laces remain untied and tangled together.

But Petey doesn't give it a second thought. He's already swiping his ring of miscellaneous house and car keys from the entryway table and flying out the front door before he can take another breath.

He doesn't dare try to lock the door behind him. He's already fumbling trying to hold onto the larger key that designates it to belong to the car. Trying to find the front door's metal one in a keyring of five identical pairs would waste more time he can't afford to lose.

It’s a point accentuated by how furiously the car key digs into the palm of his paw in his sprint down the hill of the doghouse toward a bright red car parked along the street. A single click and the car’s break lights wink, their light fading quickly as if to mock how slow Petey feels despite his haste. He still has to start the damn thing, reverse it, drive into town, and-

It’s too many steps for someone already late.

The car door flings open and Petey shoves the key into the ignition between his lungs’ desperate screams for oxygen and his loud pants to supply just that.

He should've built a car that let him start it from miles away. Or started jogging weeks ago so he wouldn't be so out-of-breath as spots begin to dance ballets before his eyes. He should've done anything that would be saving him each agonizing moment he's here and not where he's supposed to be.

He yanks the gear shifter into reverse. Slams his foot on the gas pedal.

Fuck. He's such a horrible excuse for an original to be cloned in the image of.

Another yank toward "D". A more violently slam on the gas pedal.

But it's not just that, is it? He's just as much as a horrible excuse for a father.

And it's exactly the type of thing that Ralph would pull.

The thought tastes like ash as it hits the back of his throat. He gnashes his teeth like it'll rid himself of the bitter taste that lingers on his tongue. Shudders as though it'd discourage the disgust that crawls beneath his pelt.

That bastard definitely never felt as bad as Petey does about it, but his guilt won't save him from just how badly he's fucked up. He'll still see that damned orange tabby in every reflection that catches Petey's eyes.

Especially after pulling a stunt like this.

It takes far too long for him to race into the heart of Ohkay City even with the amount of corners he cuts- both literally and figuratively -as activating street lamps zip by him in blurs of orange light. At this point he's convinced he's broken about every traffic law he could in the span of five minutes: the speed limit, turn signals, stop signs, red lights. It's earned him more than a few honks from agitated cars but the sound feels distant, heavy against the pound of his heart within his chest.

Couldn't the city for once accept the fact that this was an emergency? God, he should've begged Dogman to leave behind his cruiser- maybe then he would've been able to to just turn the sirens on and have a clear path toward Lil Petey's elementary school.

But there hadn't been a cruiser in the doghouse's nearby street since seven this morning. No, Dogman had already told both him and Lil Petey that he'd drive straight from work to the event before he left with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Petey hadn't planned to be in this much of a rush either. He was supposed to have left for the art showing and contest an hour and a half ago; something that didn't happen because the world can't just let things go smoothly for once.

It has to stick its disgusting little nose into his business and-

Petey violently shakes his head, fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel. There's no time for complaints like that.

He weaves through the city's evening traffic with sickening ease, only having just enough sense to slow down at red lights and ensure he won't run into anyone before he slams the gas pedal to the floor of the car once more.

He definitely won't make the event in time if he crashes the car and has to sprint the rest of the way.

Faintly he registers the dull ache in his jaw from how tightly he grinds his teeth together. Even with his total disregard of traffic laws this doesn't feel fast enough. He'd been in car chases with Dogman way faster than this and those chases hadn't been nearly as high of stakes.

There is a decent chance his stunts might land him back in Cat Jail, though.

But whatever. Whatever. It's not like he agreed to obey all laws when he first said he'd try to be "good" nearly two years ago. And who actually obeys traffic laws nowadays?

Besides, if it lands him in jail then Petey would proudly announce his guilt to the judge so long as he gets to see a portion of the art event. Even the tail-end would be good enough.

He draws a sharp inhale between his teeth, working a claw between them to bite down on. He'll make it. He's not sure what he'll do if he doesn't.

The sun's dipped below Ohkay's skyline when Petey finally catches sight of the familiar red-bricked building of Lil Petey's school. As the car barrels closer he finds the parking lot chalk full of cars- no doubt all belonging to the supportive parents of his kid's peers.

...and a sole police cruiser parked neatly in the spot closest to the school's entrance gate. His heart twists. There isn't a single cell in him that doubts the do-gooder was there before any other parent had left their house.

I'm a piece of shit, he thinks miserably.

Petey doesn't try to find a parking spot amongst the maze of empty cars. He pulls straight to the front of the school and slams on the breaks at the area near the entrance gate, eyes fleeting over a sign claiming it to be a "FIRE LANE. NO PARKING ALLOWED". It's a miracle that the car's tires don't bump into the red-painted curb. Actually, what's really a miracle is the fact he didn't plow straight into the annoying sign in the first place.

The hiss of his seatbelt unfastening and soaring behind the front seat barely registers within Petey's mind when he sees-

His heart thuds.

When he sees them.

Dogman and Lil Petey seem to guide the crowd of parents and students alike that spill from the school's courtyard, Dogman's hand holding gently onto Lil Petey's paw. The hybrid's even slightly bent at his knees to help with their immense height difference.

It looks just as awkward of a position as it is endearing.

A trophy of sorts- it's a little hard to see in the moon's thin rays of light -remains tucked delicately in Dogman's arms, brushing against the nice button-up shirt he'd put on for the event. Petey was dressed similar, if a bit more disheveled than he would've liked.

But that doesn't matter. Dogman is carrying a trophy.

His mind stalls just long enough for pride to bully its way between his lungs. He'd won. His kid had won and there Dogman was, walking Lil Petey to victory and no-doubt bathing the kitten in promises for celebratory gelato.

He can feel a piece of himself carefully collect this moment as yet another reminder why Petey tries so hard to stray from his past life of crime. This is what's worth it, to see a mutt- who he doesn't mind as much anymore -carrying his kid- that he'd never thought he'd have -from a won art competition.

It only takes a second for shame to sink its fangs into his throat and drain his moment of pride from him.

Because Lil Petey's jaw is set tight as he walks sternly through the school's gate. It's a far cry from what Petey would've expected the kid to look like for having just accomplished something grand.

But there the kitten walks, eyes searching the ground like it's his only friend whilst Dogman nudges him toward the expansive parking lot.

Toward the cruiser.

Petey hastily throws the car door open, spilling from the vehicle in a way that definitely doesn't bruise his arm nor his ego. It doesn't matter because he's here.

He's here and trying his best not to stumble in his untied, slipper-fied dress shoes as he takes quick strides toward Dogman and Lil Petey.

Petey thinks he sees the smallest flicker of surprise cross Dogman's face. It's ironically unsurprising; he can't imagine how much of a wreck he looks like right now. But the surprise doesn't linger for long. No, it quickly flattens into something more...unreadable.

The unfamiliarity of it all itches painfully at his skin.

A glance proves Lil Petey's expression to be nearly identical, if a bit more conflicted. Or troubled? Petey tries not to think too hard about it. The important part is that it isn't a smile that could rival the sun's morning rays of light.

And that's one hell of a problem.

"Hey kid," Petey greets with a tight grin. It's flimsy and fuck if that doesn't twist his stomach into knots. He'd gotten away with facades made out of so little material that he forces himself to press on, determined that this one of confidence and joy strung together by tissue paper alone will be enough to break the tension drowning the trio in an air of uncertainty. He needs some sort of break in the fog, anything that'll guide the conversation naturally into laughter and let him brush over the fact that Petey's done something he himself can't believe he'd done.

"Dogman," he acknowledges a little more awkwardly, but it does draw Petey's eyes back toward the trophy tucked in the hybrid's arms. It's an opportunity; a natural continuation of the easy conversation he's attempting to craft. He lets his eyes grow wide. "First place, kid?"

"Second-place," Dogman signs slowly. His arms look too stiff, shoulders tense in a manner Petey feels cowed to realize isn't familiar despite their long history with one another.

It's because of the trophy, his mind urges him to believe. It's a mantra he lets himself cling to like a life-line even if his raised fur screams that it's anger. Rightful anger that Petey deserves to endure.

But for now he's safe from it, if only because Dogman is feeding into the conversation. He's still playing his part.

Petey has to do the same.

He hates how mechanical his eye roll feels. It would've been his natural reaction if he hadn't missed the whole event, but his limbs feel pulled taut, high-strung like a bow wound too tight with delayed hysteria.

"Y'know what," Petey tuts, "Those judges wouldn't know talent if it threw a brick through their window-"

"You didn't come."

Petey's tails droops as identical green eye lock onto one another. He feels like a kitten again, caught by his mother after accidentally crashing a lamp through a window pane. He...yeah, no, he hadn't expected the kid to really address it like that.

It forces him to take a deep breath and ignore his knee-jerk reaction to brush it off as little more than an accident. To say that he'll buy the kid three scoops of gelato if they just drop it.

Because Lil Petey might still hold his typical round, rosy face primed with youth but there's something else. Exhaustion in his eyes. Distrust.

He looks a little too much like Petey's did at his age.

Distantly he can't help the nagging feeling that this is what Ralph saw every time Petey demanded to know the reason why his dad had missed yet another one of his badge ceremonies. Another visit he'd gruffly promised he'd make.

Did he feel just as guilty as Petey does staring into his own childish, wide eyes? Did he let pride consume him by brushing off Petey's disappointment or did he simply not care enough to remember it?

Petey's gaze searches within those familiar green eyes for any trace of emotion. Sadness, forgiveness- hell, he'd even take blinding anger at this point. Anything but this strange limbo of numbness that looks so wrong on his kid's face.

"I tried," Petey says. It tastes vile as it rakes itself from his tongue and he practically has to strangle down the tremble that threatens to tear down his facade of authority. "I tried, kid, I tried so hard."

Lil Petey's mouth draws itself into a firm line. Not hard enough, the expression says. You didn't try hard enough.

Petey can't help but agree.

He's barely given a moment before Dogman takes a step forward. Petey's ears pin themselves against his head, tail twitching once behind him as he chooses to glance toward the parents walking around them. When he refocuses back on his own family he finds Lil Petey waiting silently behind the hybrid's leg.

Petey blinks toward the firm word that Dogman signs toward him.

"Wait."

He looks angry. More-so than he ever did whenever Petey escaped jail. Or taunted him. Maybe even more than he did when Petey had dared to rub Knight's demise in his face.

He looks angry if only because Dogman doesn't actually look angry. His expression remains neutral, lacking that common spark of sympathy he's seen the hybrid give to any who come near him looking anything less than joyful.

This anger isn't the violent type. It won't be frightening to anyone but the person it's aimed toward because-

It's the quiet kind.

The kind that causes the fur along Petey's arm to properly raise in alarm. He almost wants to beat the other to the punch, to insult Dogman before he discovers whatever it is he needs to "wait" for.

But Dogman doesn't give him time to protest. No, he simply turns until his back is to Petey and squares his shoulders. It's as close to a whisper as someone signing in ASL will get.

There's a soft jingle as Dogman sticks a hand into his coat before dropping something into the kid's paws.

Petey remains still whilst Dogman issues some sort of instructions to the other. He lets himself instead try and connect the dots between what little he can make out beyond the hybrid's shoulders.

"...these...be a minute...turn on the heat..."

Oh. Dogman had given Lil Petey the cruiser keys.

After what seems like an eternity Dogman ruffles Lil Petey's head and forks over the silver trophy he had been carrying. The next signed phrase comes out much easier to recognize.

"You did good."

The kid gives a single nod before he's off marching toward the black and white paint-job of Dogman's car. There isn't a single glance cast Petey's way.

Fuck. Is it too late to dig himself a grave and bury himself alive in it? Maybe it is. Or not if this is Lil Petey's attempt to disown him.

Petey did a version of it to Ralph- he kind of wishes Lil Petey will give him similar graces as he did his own father, though.

"...parked...fire lane."

Petey blinks once. Twice. Then focuses back on the practiced sway of Dogman's hands. "What?"

Dogman points toward Petey's bright red car. It's still parked at the curb with its headlights illuminating one of the school's walls. He swears he can hear the thrum of the engine rattling on.

"The fire lane," the hybrid repeats. "You're parked in it."

Petey manages a hollow laugh despite Dogman's lack of humor in his posture. He feels his lungs squeeze as his mind threatens to cast himself into hysteria, if only because the small traffic violation feels so miniscule when compared to the crime of Lil Petey's absence of a smile.

"Yeah," he finally manages with a weak smile. "I- well, it made a better parking spot than the one for-"

Petey glances at the cruiser just in time to see Lil Petey swing the passenger door open. It closes with an audible slam.

"...for your cruiser," he finishes lamely.

Dogman taps his shoulder once, drawing Petey's attention back toward his hands. "But you missed the event."

There's an odd tilt to the hybrid's head. Like he doesn't understand Petey's failure to show up for his kid even though he'd been there to witness it.

He's not sure if this is better than the scolding he'd expected to receive. It's...tamer. A far cry from the shit he would've thrown Dogman if the hybrid had pulled the same trick.

Petey tosses the thought away as quickly as it comes. He'd never get the opportunity to do so in the first place; Dogman wasn't the type of person to jeopardize Lil Petey's happiness even if it meant saving the world from destruction.

He should've done the same.

"I know," is all he manages to say through the laughter of nearby children.

Dogman's gaze remains unwavering. "You disappointed him."

"Disappointed him?" Petey echoes. He feels breathless as he snorts. "I mean I practically dragged the kid's dreams through the mud and spat on them."

Lil Petey had been so excited that he'd practically begun to spark like a live wire when both Dogman and Petey agreed to be in attendance for his event. And Petey had missed it; had broken his promise.

"Do you have a good reason?"

Petey swallows thickly. He does. In fact, he has plenty of reasons, both truthful and deceitful that he could twist together until he's formed the perfect excuse for his fuck-up. It might even earn him a sympathetic whine from the hybrid.

Still, the truth is more than enough to drum up understanding in its own right from both Dogman and Lil Petey. But in two years Lil Petey will hardly remember this as the night "Papa Saved the House From Burning Down".

It'll just be the night "Petey Forgot My First Art Contest".

No matter how Petey tries to frame the day's events and downfall, he will always ontake the role of "villain". And neither he nor the kid need Dogman trying to dissuade Lil Petey from seeing him that way.

His mind set, he crosses his arms and lets himself glare down at Dogman. "Of course I do," he snaps a little too quickly. "What, you thought I'd miss the contest over nothing? 80-HD managed to spill our last gallon of apple juice in the kitchen before the event and I had to fix it."

Dogman's brows furrow.

"Oh don't act like that doesn't take a long time! It took me half an hour to clean beneath the fridge alone, and don't even ask me about how long mopping took. Then I had to get another gallon of juice because otherwise I'd have to listen to the kid whine all night that all we have in the house is cranberry juice."

He forces his tail to rattle angrily against his leg. "And you came, didn't you? The kid doesn't need me constantly supervising him for some dumb ass competition he didn't even win."

Dogman's fists suddenly clench.

Good.

But there's no angry bark that calls out Petey for blatantly crossing a line over something so petty. Instead the hybrid sets his shoulders square once more and signs a single sentence with a disapproving look.

"Lil Petey and I are going out for ice cream."

There's no room for discussion. Dogman pivots sharply on his heel and marches back toward the cruiser hand in his pocket, leaving the cat to his own devices.

Petey's head still bobs in acknowledgement despite the clear dismissal. He could almost smile with how successfully he'd pulled it off- managing to piss of the two most important people in his life until they couldn't bear to speak with him.

A familiar story, he thinks almost bitterly. Like father, just like son.

#dogman movie #dog man #petey the cat #lil petey #angst #it's illegal for this family to be happy all the time #[] 2025

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musinghotline · 6 months ago

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THE BLACK PARADE : Sentence Starters

Sentence starters from the My Chemical Romance album The Black Parade. Change as needed.

THE END.

"Come one, come all, to this tragic affair."

"You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not."

"I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry."

"When I grow up, I want to be nothing at all."

"Save me!"

"Get me the hell out of here!"

"Too young to die, my dear."

"If you can hear me, just walk away."

"You can't save me!"

DEAD!

"Did you get what you deserve?"

"I'll be here waiting, babe."

"Have you heard the news that you're dead?"

"No one ever had much nice to say."

"I think they never liked you anyway."

"Wouldn't it be great if we were dead?"

"Is this the most the both of you can give?"

"If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing?"

THIS IS HOW I DISAPPEAR.

"Drain all the blood and give the kids a show."

"There's things that I have done you never should ever know."

"Without you is how I disappear."

"Tell me if it's so- that all the good girls go to heaven."

"Can you hear me cry out to you?"

"I'm just a ghost."

"I can't hurt you anymore."

"You wanna see how far down I can sink?"

THE SHARPEST LIVES.

"If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes?"

"I'm drunk, I suppose."

"If it looks like I'm laughing, I'm really just asking to leave."

"You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loathe."

"You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose."

"I've really been on a bender and it shows."

"Why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?"

"Give me a shot to remember!"

"You can take all the pain away from me."

"Your kiss, and I will surrender."

"The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead."

"Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands."

WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE.

"Would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"

"Will you defeat them, your demons? And all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?"

"One day, I'll leave you- a phantom."

"Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me."

"Though you're dead and gone believe me, your memory will carry on."

"We'll carry on."

"Your misery and hate will kill us all."

"Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all!"

"Do or die, you'll never make me!"

"The world will never take my heart."

"Go and try, you'll never break me!"

"I won't explain or say I'm sorry."

"I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar."

"I'm just a man, I'm not a hero."

I DON'T LOVE YOU.

"Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay."

"I'll be off to find another way."

"You're still a good-for-nothing."

"Better get out while you can."

"I don't love you like I did yesterday."

"Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading."

"So sick and tired of all the needless beating."

"Baby, when they knock you down and out, it's where you ought to stay."

"Another dollar's just another blow."

"Fix your eyes and get up."

"When you go, would you have the guts to say 'I don't love you like I loved you yesterday'?"

HOUSE OF WOLVES.

"I know a thing about contrition because I've got enough to spare."

"You haven't got a prayer."

"Come on, sing the praise."

"We've got innocence for days."

"Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell!"

"Tell me I'm an angel."

"Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray."

"It's a compliment, I swear."

"You better run like the devil, 'cause they're never gonna leave you alone."

"You better hide up in the alley, 'cause they're never gonna find you a home."

"I've been a bad motherfucker."

"Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man."

CANCER.

"Turn away..."

"If you could, get me a drink of water."

"Bury me in all my favorite colors."

"I will not kiss you, 'cause the hardest part of this is leaving you."

"Turn away, 'cause I'm awful just to see."

"Know that I will never marry."

"We're counting down the days to go."

"It just ain't living."

"If you say goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true."

"The hardest part of this is leaving you."

MAMA.

"We all go to hell."

"We're all gonna die."

"Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry."

"When we go, don't blame us."

"We'll never let you go."

"When you go, don't return to me, my love."

"We're all full of lies."

"We're meant for the flies."

"Right now, they're building a coffin your size."

"You should've raised a baby girl, I should have been a better son!"

"If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once."

"You ain't no son of mine."

"For what you've done, they're gonna find a place for you."

"Just you mind your manners when you go."

"It's really quite pleasant, except for the smell."

"If you could call me a sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song."

"There's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun."

"You would cry out your eyes all along."

"We're damned after all."

"Raise your glass high, for tomorrow, we die!"

SLEEP.

"They're- they're these terrors. And it feels as if somebody was gripping my throat, squeezing."

"Don't you breathe for me."

"I'm undeserving of your sympathy."

"There ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did."

"How could you cry for me? 'Cause I don't feel bad about it."

"Shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and sleep."

"The hardest part is letting go of your dreams."

"A drink, for the horror that I'm in."

"Three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy."

"There ain't no way that I'm coming back again."

"The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen."

"Sometimes, I see flames, and sometimes I see people that I love dying."

"Just sleep."

"I can't ever wake up."

TEENAGERS.

"They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books."

"The drugs never work."

"They got methods of keeping you clean."

"They're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds."

"Another cog in the murder machine."

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me!"

"They could care less as long as someone will bleed."

"Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me."

"You're never gonna fit in much, kid."

"We'll make them pay for the things that they did."

DISENCHANTED.

"I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene."

"It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing."

"It was a lie when they smiled, and said you won't feel a thing."

"If I'm so wrong, how can you listen all night long?"

"Will it matter after I'm gone?"

"You never learned a goddamn thing."

"You're just a sad song with nothing to say."

"If you think that I'm wrong, this never meant nothing to you."

"I spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree."

"Bring out the old guillotine, we'll show 'em what we all mean."

"Just go, run away."

"Where did you run to?"

"Go find another way."

FAMOUS LAST WORDS.

"I know that I can't make you stay."

"Where's your heart?"

"There's nothing I can say to change that part."

"Is it hard understanding I'm incomplete?"

"A life that's so demanding, I get so weak."

"I am not afraid to keep on living."

"I am not afraid to walk this world alone."

"Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven."

"Nothing you can say can stop me going home."

"I'm so weak."

"There bright lights have always blinded me."

BLOOD.

"I can't control myself because I don't know how."

"They love me for it!"

"Honestly, I'll be here for a while."

"Give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff."

"Give them all that they can drink, and it will never be enough."

"They can fix me proper with a bit of luck."

"The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so."

"It's really quite alarming, 'cause I'm such an awful fuck!"

"I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love."

#rp meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp prompts #rp starters #a: my chemical romance

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quimichi · 11 months ago

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MATCH UP TRADE ♡

@merbear25 SO SORRY I'M LATE :((( I had it in my drafts, hit post and--missed and didn't notice--I had soo much fun doing this tho! I hope my picks for you are to your liking ♡

MEGUMI

@ i seriously have almost no idea why i imagined megumi with you specifically...but i think its really cute so deal with it-♡

@ first of all, he would TOTALLY get why you want time for yourself sometimes. Mainly because he does need his time sometimes too. Maybe you can both agree on specific "alone times" so no one is like lonley alone when the other is alone??? Yk what i mean???

@ we all know Megs is a little stoic- he would never EVER admit you're cute. Like super adorable and sweet. You're caring, supportive and clumsy?? Makes him all fuzzy inside. Especially when you maybe drop something out of nervousness

@ or when you silently or loudly support him. The latter makes him blush tho

@ oh but he can hate your strong-willed ass. No you're not coming to this misson, stop preparing. HE SAID STOP WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN HE WANTS YOU SAVE???

@ sooo you're patient? You really need that with him. He would take it very slow in the relationship. Like don't get me wrong he trusts you, loves you and appreciates you so damn much. But he still kind of struggles to show his feelings to you. So your patience will be greatly appreciated. You're gonna be rewarded too :3

@ not really a cuddly person but would try it for you. If the time really allows it yk.@ but would hold you close at night nonetheless. Kind of a harsh grip on you but hey, he just wants you close-

@ can he watch horror movies? Yes. Does he like them? They're ok. Does he watch them for you/with you? Most definitely yes!

@ oh but hes kinda creeped out by your collection. He's not scared of many things, maybe like none...but what definitely makes him uneasy are those dolls and nutcrackers-

@ oh and hes super scared of you being mad-

@ its like me, I'm not scared of many things but my mom being mad?? Nah--it's the same for Megumi

SANJI

@ HEAR ME OUT!!! OK PLS

@ Sanji 🫥

@ you do know how to have fun! You're adventurous! But also you're a very responsible and collected person (at least thats how i see you-)

@ i feel like Sanji wants and needs someone like you! You're not boring. You're very interesting and different. And you can hold his ass back-

@ would teach you cooking! And if you ever crave pizza, sushi, chocolate strawberries or a lemon cake, he will do it for you. Any meal and dessert for his beautiful lover!

@ many many many MANY compliments but its Sanji...its a crime to be insecure around him

@ your dolls lol-he gives you some as presents but is still like...creeped out at them.

@ definitely yelled a "QUIT STARRING" at one of them some time

@ ok now the difficult part...You're scared of large bodies of water (same) he will make sure you forget about it. Just don't go outside--or don't think of it. Just prepare dinner with him!!!

@ would definitely hold and comfort you if you're ever scared of a Strom. Especially on the sea cause...2 dislikes collide with one another--

@ super protective of you, what a surprise ik. Not even Luffy can get roo near you lol-and hes his captain-would kick his ass--

#quimichi #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk #match up #match up trade

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fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks · 1 year ago

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This is primarily aimed at Security Breach fans in particular, not FNAF fans as a whole.

You all are so damn toxic sometimes.

Even worse is that people are just being mean to Monty fans right now

"Don’t get all angry because your favorite wasn't in the game," and I don't think they get that he’s the ONLY one not to be in the game.

I hate being a fan of Monty cause we had to deal with the Glamrock Bonnie fans harassing anything to do with Monty on Tiktok or Twitter. "MONTY KILLED BONNIE!"

FOR FUCK SAKES THIS SERIES HAS A LITERAL CHILD SERIAL KILLER WHO ABUSED HIS CHILDREN! WHY IS THE ANIMATRONIC ALLIGATOR WHO MIGHT. LET ME REPEAT THAT. MIGHT HAVE KILLED ANOTHER ANIMATRONIC MET WITH THE SAME ENERGY AS SAYING SOMEONE SIMPS FOR DAHMER?

Not only that, Monty fans have been playing each game hoping Steelwool will treat him better. Expand on his character a bit more. Instead his negative personality traits and "evilness" being played up more and more cause Steelwool and Scott saw some people hate him, and thought it wasn't enough.

In Ruin there's not one moment Cassie shows any concern for him. It's that Monty thing, it hurts to look at. Than they made him just the worst off of the trio, and fucking killed him.

Now even in a game he rightfully should appear in. He's the ONLY one cut.

Monty fans get the short end of the stick.

We are harrassed by fans

Our boy is treated worse and worse each game. Physically, mentally, and even in narrative.

Now, he’s just fucking gone with little fanfare.

Its like why are you obsessed?

Honestly, because Monty speaks to me. This is mostly head canon, but based on how he acts.

I used to have really bad anger issues in elemantary and middle school. Even worse, I had to deal with a mentally abusive teacher telling me I wouldn't amount to anything. I was bullied relentlessly because they knew that when I reacted with my outburst class would be delayed. I even lived in the same neighborhood as them so I couldn't escape. It got so bad I attempted suicide. What saved me was after so long of being harrased, after so long of people only judging me based on what they heard. Never defending me. Someone finaly went to the principal and told them to look at my bullies before I reacted. Suddenly, the bullying stopped. What's sad is, it's not like I didn't try. I went to the principal and guidance counselor every dat. In the end to them I was that punk kid who would snap at any moment. Not a person.

With Monty I see someone who was like me. With anger issues because he hates himself as much as he thinks everyone hates him. I wonder if in universe he's constantly reminded he's not Bonnie. He sees fans clamoring to see Freddy while ignoring him. People always bring up the Missing message and his Arcade game to judge him. Then seemingly forget about the message that states he will skip shows to be over Monty Golf. You know the same shows he apparently killed Bonnie to appear in. What I see is someone who needs to work on his anger issues and get better, but isn't evil. They're dealing with the fact that one day their anger got the better of them, and they did something they couldn't take back. Something that I think many people with mental health problems can relate too.

My anger issues didn't just get me bullied. I was an embarrassment to my parents. I hurt people I loved. I was violent. I didn't hurt anyone, but I threw books and flipped tables. I was in this loop of feeling like everyone hated me because of my anger issues, and that only made things worse and worse. Even now I have a hard time loving myself.

That's why Monty means so much to me. I saw someone who was like me. I saw someone with anger issues but was more than that if people gave them the chance.

All I wanted was to see Monty one last time before he was retired when the new band is announced.

I couldn't even get that.

Before you make fun of me, this is what a comfort character is. I'm sure there are fans who relate to Roxy’s insecurities. Who have an eating disorder and feel for Chica. Who felt lonely and wanted attention like Sun. Who lost a loved one like Freddy.

I just wanted people to understand why this is just more than "my favorite didn't make it" for some people

I really hope Steelwool sees how much people really love Monty and not only put him in HW2 fully. They also treat him better

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 2 years ago

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Daniel Ricciardo x Male reader

"Permissions"

First fic in like a year, damn, sorry for the wait. All my interest has probably changed by now but I will still write for the previous fandoms that I liked (ex. Moon knight). I just gained an interest in F1 recently so I might write more F1 fics for the tome being considering I don't really see many f1 x male reader fics out there. Hope you enjoy!

Dan's Pov

"Uhm yea, me and my husband have this thing, where we ask each other permissions over stupid things that we know the other won't mind us doing"

I told lando as he asked why I wanted to ask my husband permission on whether I can go hang out with them or not.

"YOU HAVE A HUSBAND??" Lando asked surprised with a smile on his face.

"You didn't know? We've been together for like 9 years already and you just found out now? Wow, you never fail to surprise me each day we're together, Lando." I say with a big smile on my face.

"Thanks? Anyway, I wanna hear his reaction now. Come on, call him do your things."

"Fine, fine just relax." I say as I pull out my phone from my pocket, unlocking it and scrolling thru my contacts looking for his name.

"You saved him as 'love of my life' with three hearts? Talk about cheesy." Lando says rolling his eyes.

"Mind ya business, now shush it's ringing." I say as I hear him pick up the phone.

"What do you want?" We hear y/n say as I put him on speaker so Lando can also hear.

"Talk about moody, I just wanted to ask you if I could hangout with the boys this afternoon, we're planning on just chilling in Max's room and just maybe watch so-"

"Mate, I don't a shit, you just disturbed my sleep for that? You know you're an adult and are allowed to do whatever you want, right?"

"But I wanted to ask for your permission fiiiirst." I say drawing out the last word to annoy him further.

"Yes, you can, sometimes I wonder why I even married you in the first place."

"It's cause you loooove me."

"Piss off, I'm going back to sleep, if you call me again when you could just leave a message, you'll sleep on the couch."

"You know you need my cuddles to sleep." I say smiling wider when I see Lando giggling beside me.

"I hate that you're right, anyway, see you tonight love you. Bye Lando." We hear Y/n say the last part after a brief pause before hanging up.

"How'd he know I was with you?" Lando asked perplexed.

"He's my husband, he knows everything." I say with a laugh, while walking out of the motor home and putting my phone back in my pocket and grabbing my cap off the table.

"Wait, how long have you two been out??" I hear Lando shout after me with confusion in his voice.

"Give or take, 6 years." I say as I stopped to look at him and give him a cheeky wink.

"AND I'VE ONLY FOUND OUT TODAY THAT YOU HAD A HUSBAND???" Lando shouts as I laugh while walking away.

"You didn't know about his husband? Everyone knows about them, the whole paddock knows about them." I hear Max say with a laugh before I'm out of ear shot.

That's all for now, I'm still trying to get back into that writer mindset ya kna. Hope you enjoyed, if you didn't idk have a good life ig. Peace ✌️

#daniel ricciardo x male reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x male #daniel ricciardo x y/n #x male reader #x reader #y/n #gay #formula 1 x male reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #daniel ricciardo #formula 1 #lando norris #max verstappen #danny ric #bxb #mxm #bottom male reader

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deryowo · 2 months ago

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Notes: Ok I'm bored (and horny) so I want to write something, I feel like lately my fics are very meh just sex and no, I want something interesting so I brought this please enjoy :D

Summary: You meet up with your old friend from your first job and also the one you used to fuck.

Contains: sex, drugs and bad language.

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It was November 2003, you had graduated from high school a year ago and hadn't done anything since.

You couldn't pass the entrance exam for the university you wanted to go to and that affected you deeply.

Yes, a fucking sabbatical year, where you only dedicated yourself to reading, watching rented movies and smoking in the backyard hiding from your parents, you didn't go out with friends because they were always busy and that made you quite depressed.

It was difficult and uncomfortable to go out and meet people, I mean you weren't desperate to leave solitude behind but it was horrible having to live the same day, alone at home doing nothing.

Your parents, fed up with the situation, forced you to go out and look for a job, at least part-time.

At first it was difficult, but you managed to find a job in a supermarket and that was where you met the devil.

“Hello, my name is Wong Hendery, I am the employee of the month and my job is to explain to you how the place works,” he said in a tired tone, looking like he hated life and needed a vacation.

The first day he explained to you how the place worked, he put you in charge of helping by putting the customers' purchases in bags while he was the cashier.

And to be honest, the day had been a fucking shit but at least you were going to get money and you would stop being a burden on your parents.

They closed the business at 12 in the morning, it was just you and him in the employee room, taking his things from the lockers, the silence was uncomfortable but you were afraid to try to talk to him, since he seemed like he would respond sarcastically or be rude.

“Congratulations on your first day, you did well” breaks the ice, scaring you with his sudden comment that was surprisingly positive.

“Oh thank you, I promise to try hard to be even better” you answered nervously and almost stuttering to which he laughed and for the first time you saw him with a different face.

“You just put objects in plastic bags, but that’s okay, Mrs. Positivity,” he answers as he takes his discman out of his pants pocket and disconnects the headphones. “It’s time to go. Where do you live?”

“No, you don’t have to come with me, I can go alone” you didn’t want to be a bother to him and you also didn’t want to know your parents’ reaction when they saw you arriving home with an unknown boy.

“Don’t be silly, it’s dangerous at this time, come on, let’s go in my car.”

( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

You accepted the offer after insisting that you didn't want to bother him but you decided not to hurt his ego, you were in his car listening to Radiohead and Blur.

No one spoke at first until he broke the ice for the second time by asking, “And tell me, what misfortune in life forced you to work in this place?”

You were right about him hating his life, but his question was funny because of the tone in which he said it, so with a little confidence you answered, "Well, my parents want to kick me out of the house. I've been a burden since I finished school."

“Damn girl, we have something in common” he says with a half smile (super cute) and without taking his eyes off the road “I hate this job, but I’m saving up for my studies and leaving”

Now you were more curious about him, he was so mysterious, how did an absolutely ordinary boy cause so much interest in you?

“Where are you planning to go?” you ask a little nervously because you sounded very nosy but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“From my shared apartment, I live with my best friend, but you know, sometimes you need privacy, sometimes you tend to bring girls and…” he paused for a few seconds and turned to look at you with a slightly perverted smile “well, you know what I'm talking about”

Sex, god that topic.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't fuck often, something in his words made you think, well, he's handsome. Does he have a girlfriend?

“Oh yeah, god, that’s so awkward,” you replied, amused and praying to yourself that the situation wouldn’t get weird.

“Yes, it is uncomfortable, but one day I will leave or better yet, I will bring a girl so he can feel my discomfort” what the hell did he just say?

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” you blurted out shamelessly and after a few seconds you analyzed what you had just said, god you screwed up.

But by the grace of the Holy Spirit he had already arrived at your house. “Is this where it is?” he asks you and you quickly nod your head so he can forget what you just said.

“Thank you very much, I'm sorry for wasting your time,” you say, almost running from the car, but you notice that he just laughs from his seat and smiles at you without stopping to look you in the eyes.

“You didn't waste my time, I'm glad I got to know you better” he answers and it makes you even more nervous, but not in a bad way, rather he's being very nice to you “See you tomorrow”

and he started his car and you saw him leave, you entered your house and luckily everyone was asleep but you noticed that you had received a message from an unknown number.

Unknown Numbers: I don't have a girlfriend, I didn't answer you.

You: fine but how did you get my number?

*you added hendery (job) to your contacts*

Hendery (job): I got it from your CV, I was the one who hired you.

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A month had passed and everything was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, just that Hendery…

They both worked at the cash registers and at the same hours, at night.

It had become common for the two of you to be left alone in the staff room and for there to be a lot of sexual tension between you.

Every day I would drop you off at home with the excuse that I didn't want anything bad to happen to you but you knew it was to spend more time with you.

This time he had invited you to eat, some hamburgers since there wasn't much time at the time but you didn't complain, you admit that you really like being with Hendery.

They were in their car on a deserted street and it was 2 am, Hendery had a cigarette in his left hand and in the other he was holding your hand while he talked about his day.

“… then that bitch started taking out all the damn coupons while her son was staining the floor with the ice cream he was carrying, in the end he paid 50 dollars of the 200 that it was but for her stupid coupons”

“Oh god, people are so sick” you reply laughing to which his face turns serious and he turns to look at you.

“Yes, but it’s a good technique, the truth is that you save a lot of money” he took a drag on his cigarette and turned around to offer you something to which you agreed.

You grabbed the cigarette with your free hand and took a drag, he watched you totally enthralled by how good you looked, doing something as simple as smoking.

“Baby, I like you a lot” he says without any shame and instead of being surprised you simply blow out the smoke and approach him so you can kiss him.

“Hendery, you turn me on so much” he smiles victoriously and you notice how he starts his car and grabs the cigarette again to smoke it one last time and throw the butt out the window.

“I don’t believe you, so let’s go to my house to see if what you’re telling me is real.”

( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

They entered his room which was small and full of beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere, he threw you on his bed and climbed on top of you without stopping kissing you.

“Now I want you to scream as much as you can, I'm very big” he tells you, taking off his shirt carelessly.

“I don’t believe you, show me,” you respond flirtatiously, to which he gets off of you and takes off your pants and work shirt so that you are only left in your underwear.

He had also completely stripped down but paused to put some music on his CD player “I really want to piss off Yangyang, he hates Deftones”.

He comes back to you to open your legs and kiss your thighs, with his hands he touches your butt and lifts the lace of your panties trying to take them off.

“fuck hendery” you grab him by his hair and watch as he managed to pull down your panties and began kissing your pussy.

“Baby I really wanted to do this to you” he sucked you so good that you unconsciously moaned loudly, forgetting that his roommate was next door listening to everything.

He started putting his fingers in you while still licking you, the music was loud and you just said “damn dery, please keep going”

He stopped and pulled out a condom from his nightstand, you watched as he put it on and filled his cock with lube (and yes, it really was big).

Before entering you, I take off your bra so I can kiss your breasts and caress them a little, I was very focused on them.

He entered you and began to move quickly, he held your waist tightly and looked at you seriously.

You grabbed his neck and tried to kiss him to which he leaned forward and accepted your lips, it was the dirtiest kiss you had ever had in your entire life, he stuck his tongue in your mouth, he also bit your lips and licked your face.

He was eager to fuck you hard, he was a 20-year-old boy with a boring life, he only dedicated himself to work, that you came into his life was a miracle since he had not fantasized about someone for a long time and seeing you at work made him hot.

He had been imagining you sneaking into the employee bathroom and masturbating him during work hours, or riding him in his car after work.

Now this situation, where he's fucking you late at night with Yangyang by your side, knowing that in the morning he's going to be super upset because he didn't sleep because of you two.

“I need you to ride me bitch” he tells you and you act quickly, you didn’t want to disappoint him.

Being on top of him you start to jump, he grabs your neck and squeezes it, he was being very rough but instead of bothering you you loved it.

It was hard to breathe but you were willing to do anything for him at that moment, his expressions were worth it.

“Your pussy, it feels so good, fuck” he buried his head in the pillow and held you really tight.

“Do you like me?” you say to him and all you see is him nodding with his mouth open and moaning loudly.

No hallucinogenic drug had ever made him like this, it was the best experience he was having, fucking his new coworker.

He lowered his hands from your neck and placed them on your tits, squeezing them hard as you rode him.

“I'm cumming baby” he said while he grabbed your hips and moved you faster.

You felt it pouring inside you and it turned you on so much, because seeing how he became weak for you had become an honor for you, a boy who was always serious, was now desperate for you.

When you finished you got off and lay down next to him but he hugged you and tried to open your legs “wait baby, I think you haven't cum yet”

You nodded and opened them for him, he put his hand on your pussy and began to touch you, with the same passion as a while ago, his movements were quick and concise.

“Since you came to work, life is less boring, you know,” he says, squeezing you tighter. “I really like you babe, we have to do this more often.”

“I know dery, ah, I love being with you” you reply hugging his arm and unconsciously scratching it a little.

“A bitch like you is hard to get, I think I love you” and his dirty words hit your feelings making you cum on his fingers.

Your breathing was ragged, you almost fainted on top of Hendery but the pleasure was incredible, he laughed at your reaction, he pulled his fingers out of you and hugged you this time with both hands while kissing your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” he says as he lays you down better on the bed.

You were still weak from the recent orgasm but you weren't going to die, you responded by raising your thumb and smiling at Hendery, who smiled back at you "let's rest baby"

( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

Por suerte el dia siguiente entraban a trabajar tarde, tuviste tiempo de devolverte a tu casa a las 9 am y salir de ahi a las 12 del medio dia.

Today, Hendery and you switched positions and were in the aisles arranging products and helping customers with their questions. You were in the gardening aisle and he was in the cereal aisle.

They barely saw each other until at one point during the day he snuck into your hallway to greet you. He had taken you by surprise but you were glad to see him.

“Hey babe, how are you? I’ve missed you all day,” he says from afar because due to work rules they couldn’t hug each other.

“Dery, they're going to kill you, go back to work” you tell him amused knowing he wouldn't listen “do you really miss me?”

“I miss seeing your ass while you serve people” he replies shamelessly to which you try to hit his shoulder but he manages to dodge it “I'm joking, I have to tell you, I really liked what we did yesterday, my partner went totally crazy, he scolded me all morning” he comments while looking at the gardening tools.

“I think that's excellent, you really are loud” you laughed and he became serious at the joke and his expression made you laugh more.

“Look who's talking” he answers, followed by him trying to imitate your moans, for the second time you tried to hit him “ok what I really wanted to tell you, seriously we have to do it again”

And you knew he was serious by the look in his eyes. “I don’t know Hendery, I don’t have time for a relationship.” You confess, being honest, although a little in disagreement with your answer because deep down you love Hendery.

“No, I know, we have the same schedule, silly, what I mean is, I want to keep fucking you.”

“What do you want to tell me?”

“Friends with benefits, I know I may seem like an idiot to you, but you can’t deny that yesterday was incredible.”

Yes it was, you had been depressed for months because of the results of the entrance exam, you saw how your friends studied their desired careers and had a great life while you sat in your room.

“Let me think about it dery” you reply but he answers automatically and holding your forearm.

“baby please” he says making dog eyes.

“How pathetic” you say, letting go of his hold and crossing your arms as you look at him straight in the eye. “Convince me.”

He looks at you curiously and just asks “how?” to which you take him by the hand and head to the staff room.

( ˆ��ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

One day in December 2003, Wong Hendery, a 20-year-old boy, was with you in the small employee room, lying on the dirty sofa lent to them by the company, with your pussy on his face, licking your entire cavity.

That same day they made a deal, to fuck without any commitment or feeling, but with a lot of perversion and desire.

They were in that strange relationship until July 2004, when unfortunately by fate Hendery told you that he would start studying far away and would leave his job.

“You know, my friend Yangyang has been wanting to live alone for months and I was thinking about starting to study art at university, I finally got the money together.”

The two were talking after having fucked in the morning, they were hugging each other in bed and completely naked, only covered by a sheet.

“Well, I support you, I know you wanted to save up the money to pay for your degree,” you reply, placing a hand on his chest.

You tried to pretend that it didn't hurt to know that Hendery was no longer going to be with you, not because of sex, but because you found his company pleasant and life had changed a lot since then.

But it would be selfish to deny him his goals and control his life for a simple whim of yours, so you just accepted it.

A week after that conversation, Hendery resigned from his position, leaving you as the manager of the supermarket.

It had been difficult the first few weeks, since you decided to change your schedule and go in the mornings so you could cry all night, remembering how nice it was to go out with him in his car, listening to music and talking about everything.

Your friends recommended that you try the university exam again, so that you could also get ahead and be entertained thinking about something other than Hendery.

So you tried again and it worked, you were able to get in.

So you spent 3 years studying architecture, which was your dream career since you started high school.

At that time you met Haechan, who were not exactly a couple but spent a lot of time together.

He was funny and studied biotechnology, although he was an exemplary person, you couldn't stop thinking about Hendery.

In his music, his smell of cigarettes, his bad jokes, his kisses.

It was a dead issue, but by some miracle, one afternoon in November 2007 while you were walking through the aisles of the bookstore looking for some books for the next semester, you felt a somewhat peculiar presence.

“You know, I really liked the order of the phoenix, I went with a super hot girl, we left the cinema and she sucked me off in the parking lot” it was yangyang, more than once they had breakfast together with Hendery with the awkwardness that the day before he heard them fucking.

At his side was Hendery, laughing at Yangyang's anecdotes.

You almost died in the middle of the hallway when he noticed your presence, the two of you looked at each other and his only reaction was to leave Yangyang talking to himself and walk towards you.

“Baby, god it’s been so long” and he threw himself at you to hug you “How have you been?”

“Oh God Hendery” they spent about 10 minutes hugging each other while Yangyang watched them tenderly.

“I’m fine, I thought we wouldn’t see each other again.”

“Did you think I was going to abandon you?” I wanted to say something more explicit but out of respect for Yangyang I didn't say more (although Yangyang had heard them fuck several times).

( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

That afternoon they went to have coffee and talk about everything that had happened during the time they were apart.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” she said, looking at her cup and smiling curiously.

“It’s funny, because the first time you dropped me off at my house I asked you that, you know,” you reply, trying to joke about your first awkward moment together.

“True, then I wrote you on the phone because I had saved your number from your CV” and it was nice how he remembered every detail.

“Oh yes I remember, you scared me that time”

The way he looked at you so lovingly, like when you were working together.

“I also remember when I left, I really felt bad” he says grabbing his cup and taking a sip of his coffee “I had gotten used to being with you”

“I really felt very alone when you left, but my friends motivated me to take the entrance exam again and I was able to get into university. Now I am studying my degree and everything is fine.”

He smiled because he was really glad you were okay, but then you saw how he looked down and played with the spoon in his coffee. “You could have gotten over me, I will never forget you.”

His words were harsh, they felt heavy, you knew he didn't say it to make you feel bad, but to confess his feelings.

“I was thinking about you all the time, you don’t know how happy I am that we meet again” and he raised his gaze to give you his sweet smile “will you let me take you home? Like before”

( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

They were driving through the city in their car, you were leaning on the window watching the lights of the buildings, listening to Linkin Park, both of you in silence, enjoying the moment, there was no need to talk, it didn't feel awkward.

It didn't matter that you hadn't seen each other for years, it didn't matter that you were flirting with Haechan anymore, you felt comfortable with his hand caressing your thighs, you missed his touch.

And that wasn't the only thing that had come back and made you feel nostalgic, the smell of cigarettes, his rebellious child music, the seductive glances he threw at you from time to time, his warm presence.

You always knew you were in love with Hendery, Hendery was the man of your life, you suffered so much when he left and now you have him again, you couldn't let him get away again.

When you got to your apartment, before getting out of your car, you saw him and decided to talk. “I don't have a boyfriend, I was talking to someone, but seeing you again has made me change my mind,” you confess.

“Oh baby, what do you want to tell me?” He played dumb but he knew what you were getting at, he was so excited for what was coming.

“I want to invite you to come to my house and spend the night together.”

He smiled flirtatiously, took your hand and kissed it, looked at you with stars in his eyes and replied, “Okay, but I need to go buy something. Will you come with me or wait for me at your house?”

( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

You decided to stay home waiting for him, curious about what he was going to buy.

You walked around the room, checking to see if everything was in order, if there was anything dirty or out of place, thinking about what was going to happen, you couldn't stop overthinking the situation.

Until you heard him arrive in his car from the window and you ran out to open the door.

When you saw him again, he smiled pervertedly at you, saying, “I already have what it takes.” He took you by the waist and closed the door to your apartment.

“What did you buy, Dery?” you ask, dying of doubt but with an idea of what he brought.

“Well, to be honest, I bought a wine, because it is elegant, I also bought some cigarettes that I needed,” he said while taking the objects out of the bag. “Also, I brought some lubricant and condoms, lots of condoms.”

And it was more than obvious, they hadn't touched each other for years, they needed it.

“Oh dery, me” and he interrupts you with a kiss on the mouth, like the ones they used to give each other before.

“Princess, I need you right now” he spoke to you while joining his forehead with yours, his lips separated by centimeters and hugging you to make you feel better.

“Let’s go to my room” you took his hand and led him to your room, this time it was just the two of you, no annoying roomie or parents or anything.

When he entered he threw you on your bed and closed the door, he threw himself on you and began to take off your clothes while kissing your skin.

His hands touched your entire body, squeezing your thighs, hitting your legs, biting your abdomen and kissing your tits.

He was still dressed, but soon he began to pull down his pants and take out his cock, which he had been missing being inside you for years. He looked at you and said, “Come on, suck it.”

You took it with both hands, noticing how hard it was and how sensitive it was to your touch. You caressed it carefully before giving it a good lick along its entire length.

Sensing your desperation, he grabbed your hair so it wouldn't get in your way while you were doing your job and just watched you.

It was weird, since the Hendery from before loved to be rough, he would have pushed your head down until the tip of his cock reached your throat, he would have spit in your mouth followed by a soft slap on your face.

“God you are so cute baby, I need you so much” The Hendery of before would have called you a bitch, but the current one looked in love, very much in love.

His only sudden movement was to pull you off his cock and lean down to kiss your lips, pushing you back so he was on top of you again and in complete control.

He took off his shirt and you took the opportunity to lick and leave kisses and bites all over his abdomen, driving him crazy instantly. It was almost impossible to change positions because you wouldn't stop kissing.

After 3 minutes of just kissing, he turned you over so he could fuck you doggy style, entering slowly, making it frustrating every second without having his whole cock inside.

Having it completely inside he slapped your ass and leaned over to speak to you hatefully “so fucking hot” he pulled it out completely but when he put it back in he did it suddenly.

And there it was again, the aggressive Hendery, began to move slowly but each thrust was hard, hitting you very hard inside, moaning loudly with each lash.

“Have you been practicing with others?” You turn around trying not to fall forward, Hendery was turned on by your question but reacted by hitting your butt.

“There have been others, but none as beautiful as you” he grabbed your hair and pulled you back, lifting you up a little and bringing you closer to him, going to your forehead and saying “none as dirty as you” followed by a kiss on your neck.

Minutes later he changes your position, now you are below him, both of you facing him and he is attacking your entire body.

He was still frantic as he fucked you, talking dirty into your lips and biting them from time to time.

Your legs were hugging his hips and your hands were rubbing his back, the sounds of the bed hitting the wall were already unbearable, Hendery was about to cum and looked at you with desire, trying to speak “Now are you going to be my girlfriend?”

I had been wanting to ask you that again for years but I was afraid of rejection. Maybe tonight would be different for him. I didn't know if it would be the last time I would see you.

“hendery… me ah”

“Come on baby, I’m going to cum”

“Yes I want it, I always wanted it” it was impossible to speak because of the way he moved, his reaction was to kiss you and cum inside you.

As his liquid poured into you, he lowered himself at his speed, kissing your face and squeezing your hand. “I really never forgot you.”

#hendery #hendery wayv #hendery wong #hendery x reader #nct #nct wayv #wayv #wayv smut

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themonotonysyndrome · 7 months ago

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hello my lady!

how are you? i hope you are well.

i hope you know i adore your writing 🫶🏻

do you happen to have a part 2 to that oneshot? maybe another scenario of castin and the baroness when things were still icy? i’d love to hear things from castin’s pov as well.

unrelated, but i love the idea of the baroness being an absolute badass at combat. like being able to take down his men. and castin just being in awe.

anyways!! hope you’re well

thank you for all you do, you are so appreciated

Good evening, Anon! As I'm writing this, it's raining heavily at 10:12 PM, and my Bluetooth speaker is blasting Hit 'em up style by Blu Cantrell while sipping on some orange juice, cold and munching on sweets.

It makes me really happy.

Hmm... I wasn't thinking of continuing that oneshot, tbh, but you caught me in a good mood, Anon. We can explore that scenario a bit more!

do you happen to have a part 2 to that oneshot? maybe another scenario of castin and the baroness when things were still icy? i’d love to hear things from castin’s pov as well.

I'll be focusing on this since I've explained in an ask that while Celica can fight, it's mostly for self-defence and only when she's desperate. She wasn't trained to be a warrior; she's trained to fight dirty like an assassin.

So let's get to it!

"Rhett."

"Beloved."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't throw your bro into the lake for making my girl upset."

"Castin does not make for a good fish food. Do you really want innocence to die from indigestion?"

"Can... can fish even get indigestion?"

The King of Intacia promptly snapped his mouth shut. A look of genuine contemplation is clear as day on his face. Normally, Isolde would've laughed and kissed him silly. It's just like her husband to be affronted over a piece of knowledge he lacks. Now? In this instance? On this day? On this beautiful day blessed by the Divine Couple themselves?

She's mad. Like, real mad. Mad enough to personally confront Castin, no bullshit. No King, no husband, no servants, no guards, no entourage and no pretence that it would be an amicable meeting.

If Isolde could see her reflection right now, she would've flinched in shock, but since there's none - only Rhett - the world remains blissfully unaware of how terrifying the Queen Ascendant truly is.

Rhett reaches out to her with a tentative hand. "Beloved..."

"No! No, Rhett! Don't you fucking dare try to pacify me," Isolde hisses, emerald-like eyes glowing with magic untamed as the ocean. "I gave not only Castin a chance but you as well. Forget about support from House Anesidora; if Castin made Celica cry? I'm finna be on a ship back to the Empire with her! 'Cause what the fuck, Rhett?"

"Anything that I say now regarding Castin will only sound like excuses - "

"Damn straight!"

" - and even though the Baroness has agreed to marry Castin - "

"Say sike right now. Rhett, I swear to the Conqueror, that better be a fucking joke."

"..."

Somewhere in the Palace, a fountain suddenly exploded. The unfortunate servants and nearby foreign dignitaries screamed and scatter like headless chickens. It's chaos.

"I'mma talk to your bro real quick."

Isolde forcefully yanked her hand free, her shoulders taunt with tension. Rhett scrambles after her, just barely able to stop her march. "Ok, look, I know this is not what you want to hear, but may I make a suggestion?"

"You're right - I don't."

"That is fine! Completely fine, Isolde. Then, I will speak to the air; don't mind me. Ahem. Sometimes, good intentions can go awry. It happens, right? Can we agree on that, please?"

The Queen Ascendant growls. Right. If Rhett wants to save Castin, he needs to watch whatever he says next carefully; every word counts. So he centres himself and has clear his thoughts. He ponders the bigger picture. What is truly important here? Uniting Intacia and the Coastal Empire. That has always been and will forever be Rhett's goal in life. His wife, friends and family deserve to grow old without war looming. But has he fallen into a tunnel vision? Did he nearly sacrifice the goodwill of his loved ones to accomplish that?

The answer had him pale, eyes widening in realisation. Suddenly, weariness seeps into his bones.

Seeing how defeated her husband looks broke Isolde's heart. She sighs, feeling just as defeated and so lost. She steadies him, and together, they sit on the ground. She couldn't care less how their clothes are dirtied.

"Rhett, I need you to listen to me very carefully here, ok? I know that your heart is in the right place; I do! It's one of the things that I love about you, sans kidnapping and all that. But the point is, in theory? Hooking our friends up and watching them ride off into the sunset in their wedding fit is awesome, great, a fairytale come to life. But we're not living in a fairytale, babe. Castin and Celica are just too different. They exist on opposite extremes, and you can't force them to change their nature."

The King is silent. His beloved's words are heavy and true. And then, he finally speaks, "We shouldn't interfere with them anymore. If the Baroness decides to revoke her agreement to marry Castin and withdraw her support, then... then that is her right and I will no longer darken her doorsteps. I will ensure her passage back home is safe. It's the least I could do. Could you please deliver my most sincere apologies to her? For the moment she steps foot on Intacian shores?"

Isolde pats his shoulder comfortingly. "There, there, Rhett. Don't be so sad. We're not gonna interfere with them anymore but let me talk to Celly first; check how pissed off she is because we might need to up our security."

"What on Earth for?"

"So you better let him know that if he mess up, you gotta hit 'em up."

Castin messed up big time. Major.

He lashed out at a woman who is not only the Queen Ascendant's bestie, but also the love of his life. Not that she knows that and at this rate, never will.

Ever since their telephone game turned into a trainwreck, flame and all, Baroness Anesidora never once left her assigned bedroom in the Palace. Her food is delivered when everyone knows King Rhett invites her to sup with the royal couple daily. She turns all but the Queen away when her friends come by for a visit. The maids in charge of cleaning the suite and attending her whisper that she's practically monosyllabic. No one but Castin, Isolde and Rhett knew the reason why.

Speaking of Isolde...

The Queen had chosen to have dinner with the Baroness this evening instead of her husband. Castin wanted to keep his brother company since things were still tense between him and the Baroness. Much to his dismay, however, Rhett wanted to be alone and ate his own meal in the office. This sucks - everything sucks!

And there's no one to blame but Castin.

He hates this. He hates himself for pushing the Baroness to a corner where she's forced to unsheath her claws. Again! He hates the chasm he created between Rhett and his wife. He hates how that little boy is still crying because he just can't fit in with the other Intacian boys.

Insecurity is a bitch.

He needs to make things right, and for that reason, he's been stealth-camping on the Baroness' balcony, patiently waiting for the Queen and the maids to bid her good night. When it's finally quiet inside, Castin continues to wait. A Noblewoman like Celica has a whole routine before she gets ready to turn in for the night and he didn't want to catch her mid-undressing. He doesn't want to create another international incident.

When he notices that only a single flicker of a candle is still lit, Castin finally takes his chance and slips into the room. He had already broken the lock when he heard the water running in the bathroom.

What he sees, however, made him feel shittier.

Baroness Anesidora is fast asleep at a table. Her head is cushioned by her arms, and books, journals, and documents are everywhere. She must've been working. It's a humbling experience for Castin since he only sees her in the morning, dressed to the nine with an arrogant smile. Seeing her now makes him want to grovel at her feet for refusing to believe that someone as strong and prideful as Celica Anesidora could ever get hurt by someone like him. A warrior with a mountain of baggage.

It takes considerable willpower for Castin to force himself to move, to do something. And so he snatches the duvet, and when he so gently covers the Baroness to ensure she stays warm, he sees what she has been working hard on:

New Intacian-Coastal Empire trade tariff proposal with rates that favours Intacia underneath carefully written lines of negotiations. A protection treaty for foreign investors regarding their assets ensures non-interference from the local aristocracy, including House Anesidora and covers disaster contingencies. On top of a stack of paper beside the Baroness' head is a financial incentive document designed to attract international entrepreneurs specialising in all sorts of industry; notes scribbled below outline tax breaks, subsidies and funding for foreign innovators, especially those from Steelgate. Lastly, a legislative document to be proposed to the King and Queen outlined Intacia's commitment to protecting foreign merchant fleets and caravans from threats like pirates, rogue Ascendants, and political rebellions while traversing to and from the country.

A wave of shame rolls over Castin. While he's too busy antagonising the Baroness, she's busy fleshing out a detailed economic framework for Intacia to stand strong once more.

"I'm so sorry..." Castin whispers. He wants to hold her, to kiss and tells her to not neglect her health; fuck, Goddess, help him, he's caught under this woman's spell, and he doesn't want to break free. "Don't hate me too much, yeah?"

Before he slips outside and stands guard (because of the broken lock on the balcony's door), he leaves his favourite book with a pressed Hibiscus - his favourite flower - inside. His first step in earning the Baroness' forgiveness.

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #fic #castin hammer #baroness (oc)#sorry for the delay anon #i'm defo burnout lol #queen ascendant (oc)#rhett

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totallynoteggos · 1 year ago

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More incorrect quotes cus yes

(Y/N): You got a date yet Chad ?

Chad : No...

(Y/N): Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

*teen ninja Chad & operative (y/n)*

Chad : *angrily presses (Y/N) against a wall* WHERE'S NUMBUH 1!!

(Y/N): ...

(Y/N): Are we about to kiss-

(Y/N): I'm trash.

Chad : As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

(Y/N):

(Y/N): You smooth motherfucker.

(Y/N): And yes it does.

*on the GKND prison with cells next to each other*

Chad : Stop doing that.

(Y/N): Stop doing what?

Chad : Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

*Supreme Leader Chad & operative (y/n)*

Chad:*Going over mission files with Numbuh 1*

(Y/N): How do I tell Numbuh 274 that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

Numbuh 5: I beg your fucking pardon?

Chad : Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

(Y/N): Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Chad : ...

Chad : You mean ring bearER, right?

(Y/N): ...

Chad : Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Chad : I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

(Y/N): Aren't you forgetting something?

Chad : Uuh...*hesitantly kisses (Y/N)'s forehead before running out.*

(Y/N): No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

*After Operation: CH.A.D*

Chad : I owe you one (#).

(Y/N): That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even. :)

Nigel: HUH??

Stfu Nigel she's shooting her shot

(Y/N): I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Chad: That's great, (Y/N). Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

(Y/N): Is something burning?

Chad, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

(Y/N): Chad, the toaster is literally on fire.

Chad: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

(Y/N): AS ENEMIES?!

Chad:…

Chad: Hey, (Y/N), what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

(Y/N): What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Chad: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

(Y/N): Can't really say I have.

Chad: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

(Y/N): Sorry, Chad. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

*At a speed dating event*

Chad: Oh wow, people are really shallow.

(Y/N): Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate?

Chad: *Checks their pulse* Sorry, not yet.

(Y/N): Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.

Chad: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

(Y/N): But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Y/N): Chad, you love me, right?

Chad: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

(Y/N): *on the phone with Chad* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

Chad: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you.

(Y/N): Maybe.

Chad: *trying to get five seconds of sleep*

(Y/N), poking Chad’s arm: Chad Chad. Chad. Chad.

Chad: WHAT?

(Y/N): …We’re out of Capri Suns—

(Y/N): You’re not jealous, are you?

Chad: No!

(Y/N): Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Chad: There. How do I look?

(Y/N): Like a cheap French harlot.

Chad: French?!

*Uno (Y/N)*

Chad, trying to flirt with (Y/N): I think both of our families suck.

Patton: Hey, what have you two been doing?

Fanny: we were helping Chad with their wedding vows and we were kicked out of their house for making it inappropriate.

Rachel: How is “Nice ass, (Y/N)” inappropriate?

Chad: There's no meeting today because Rachel is at the police station.

Fanny: They're in jail?!

Patton: We have to get them out!

(Y/N): Jailbreak! I'm in!

(y/N): I'll dress up and distract the guard!

Patton: Ooh, I'll bake some food to help distract ALL the guards!

Fanny: I guess I could bring my frying pan in case we need a shield to keep us from being shot-

Chad: No! Rachel wasn't arrested! They're undercover, taking the system down from the inside. They don't need our help!

Chad: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… (Y/N) and I are dating.

(Y/N), Patton, Rachel, and Fanny: *gasp*

Chad: (Y/N), why are you surprised?!

Maurice, about Chad and (Y/N): My god, would you two just get a room already?

(Y/N): Excuse me, Maurice?

Maurice: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Chad: ...

Cree: I ship it!

The Steve: CAN YOU NOT?

(Y/N): We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Cree: ... Your what?

(Y/N): My friends.

Maurice: Are they saying “friends”?

The Steve: I think they're being sarcastic.

Chad: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, (Y/N)! All of your friends are in this room.

(Y/N): Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water??

Maurice: Y- you were putting it in cold water??

Cree: (Y/N). Answer the question, (Y/N).

(Y/N): Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason.

(Y/N): Plus you think I have the patience to boil water?

Maurice: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes??

Cree: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it?

Maurice: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?

Cree: It takes less than a minute.

Maurice: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun???

Cree: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove?

Maurice: Like seven minutes??

The Steve: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan!

Cree: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? The Steve? Your stove is enchanted!

(Y/N): Every single person here is a fucking lunatic.

Chad: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

Cree: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Chad: 'Hottest Quarterback'

Maurice: 'Chillest Personality'

The Steve: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

(Y/N): 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

(Y/N): Look guys, I need help.

Cree: Love help?

Maurice: Financial help?

The Steve: Emotional help?

Chad: Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Chad*

Chad: What? I’m a ride or die boyfriend?

The Steve: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Maurice: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

(Y/N): Three of us saw it, Maurice. How do you explain that?

Maurice: *points at Chad* Sleep deprivation. *points at (Y/N)* Paranoia. *points at Cree* Delusional personality disorder.

(Y/N): God, if only someone loved me…

Chad: *standing behind them with roses*

Patton: *holding box of chocolates*

Maurice: *has balloons and a card*

Rachel: *facepalms* This is sad.

(Idk Numbuh 10’s real name so it’s gonna be Ashley also GKND Au)

Ace: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Chad: Why?

Ashley: Rachel fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Maurice: (Y/N) doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

(y/n): I hope you have an explanation for this.

Ace: We have three, actually!

Chad: Pick your favorite.

Ashley: (y/n)! What did I tell you about lying?

(y/n), looking down: ...That it only works on Chad.

(y/n): PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE.

Maurice: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds.

(y/n): FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME—

Maurice: *sigh* What do you want?

(y/n): Chicken nuggets please.

Chad: How many children do you have?

(y/n) with multiple cadets clinging to her: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

Chad: I wish I had more enemies.

(y/n): I’m sure you will someday, honey.

*Chas & Y/N got caught kissing*

Rachel: Is there something you would like to say, Maurice?

Maurice: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.

Rachel, to Chad: When was the last time you let someone hug you?

Chad: *thinking*

Chad: 2012.

Maurice: 2012…?

Chad: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked (y/n) out so I let them hug me.

#x reader #chad dickson #kids next door #numbuh 274 #codename knd #codename kids next door #made by totallynoteggos #chad knd

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sl-walker · 5 months ago

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From Little Rabbit, IX.

"I know for a fact you ain't Catholic, so the whole self-flagellation thing ain't gonna work for you. You gotta be injected with a metric shit ton of guilt from birth for the crime of existing before you can get the full benefits of pointlessly whippin' yourself," Guy said, dryly, though he was real damn careful to keep the tone on the lighter side.

When Booster raised a hand and gave him the bird back, though, that made him laugh for real. 'Cause it could be twenty years ago and he'd be getting that exact same response from the same man, and for some reason, that really did make him happy. Whatever else was goin' on.

Guy had taken a few minutes between Rani leaving and him coming back outside to call down to Rae-Rae, warning her of the shaken-up kid who was gonna come asking for orange juice and to also ask that Rae-Rae— not distract Rani from coming back upstairs, exactly, but to give her some attention and a little fun beforehand, if possible. Maybe tell her more about the whole Cider Week thing, just to build anticipation and draw the kid further away mentally from the highly stressful and upsetting evening.

Either way, it gave him a chance to hopefully try to do something for her papa. So, he ambled over and sat down next to Booster, though facing the opposite way, and rested their shoulders together. "I'm serious, though. I can practically smell you beatin' yourself up," he added, though he didn't expect any kind of out-loud answer. He could feel Booster shivering here or there even through the leather shell of the man's coat, just from where their arms were pressed together; Guy didn't think it was because it was chilly out, either. "Your kid suggests turnin' in. That sounds like a good idea, if you ask me. 'Specially since I wrecked any sleep cycle you mighta had last night."

Not that Guy regretted it. Though he probably oughta save the real marathon sex for daylight hours from here on, even if it might mean figuring out some kinda childcare for Rani.

Booster didn't look up — and hadn't looked up to flip Guy the ole 'fuck you' a couple minutes ago, for that matter — but he shook his head against his arm, which left Guy wondering what that was in answer to. That he wasn't beating himself up? (Definitely not the truth.) Or that calling it a night was a good idea?

Guy frowned and was about to try asking more yes-or-no styled questions when Booster said, muffled by his arm and jacket, "Was stupid."

It kicked Guy right square in the throat and in the heart, hard enough to make him wince and to cut his breath off short for a beat or two. 'Cause that was a word that got lobbed at both of 'em a hell of a lot over the years; even now, long after he'd fought his way back to better self-control and got his brain working something closer to right, he sometimes got it said of him. And he didn't think they'd ever actually stopped saying it about Booster.

(Hell, they'd both said it to each other back in the day, too, but there was a difference between the kinda trash-talkin' they used to do to each other — no real malice, not much worse than vague irritation, but mostly just mouthing off locker room style — and the seemingly genuine belief the hero community had apparently harbored for decades now.)

Guy didn't let it get to him anymore, when he overheard it. Everyone that really counted in his life didn't ever sling that word at him — hell, even Bea didn't — or any of the adjacent words, not these days. But god, he could remember how damn deep it used to cut, back then. Sometimes bad enough that he gave into all of his very worst impulses and snarled back, and didn't care so much who got hit at the time, as long as he got the person saying it too.

But he knew it still hurt Booster, 'cause he'd snapped it off himself in a thoughtless manner, lashing out in dysfunctional self-defense, just a couple months ago. And he could see that knife land and stick, in a dull and tired flinch, and in the way Booster just got up and headed for the door, taking it soundlessly, but taking it nonetheless.

Guy's first urge here was to try to counter it instantly in a very thorough fashion, but he couldn't see any way to do so without it being too fucking much right now. That didn't mean he was gonna leave it unaddressed, though, so he turned some and wrapped his arms around Booster — turtled-up or no — and kissed the man on the head, then murmured into his hair, "I don't agree with that. And y'know, babe, I'll give you rundown about why I don't tomorrow, after we've all gotten some sleep, 'cause I don't think any of us are firin' on all cylinders right now. In the meantime, I can't make you not think it, but can you try'n set it aside for now for me? Just for tonight?"

He knew even as he asked it that he was askin' a lot. And that it was a pretty dicey request, too. And that Booster might not even be capable of it, 'cause it did take practice, that kinda mindfulness. But Guy asked it anyway, 'cause it was a good thing to try for.

And sure enough, he didn't get any kind of affirmative. But Booster did give something of a shrug back, which was better than a no or no answer at all. At least, it was something he thought would get them through the rest of the night and into the light of day, and that would have to be good enough.

So Guy just said, "I'll take it, darlin'. What say we go inside? 'Cause my ass is gettin' numb sittin' out here and yours is probably even worse. And we can see how the game's goin', maybe, too."

Also on AO3.

#guy gardner #michael carter #booster gold #turns out if people call a person stupid for long enough #eventually he starts believing it #even if it was never true #little rabbit

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tomatoswup · 2 years ago

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i had this silly idea i told my friend about what if the Trigun Stampede gang run in to a runaway teen reader and then the reader’s part of the gang. The reader’s in their rebellious phase of course and kinda argues with Wolfwood a lot. Can you write headcanons for this please? (°▽°)

Runaway!

A/N: i’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE IT WAS A REALLY HECTIC MONTH😭😭😭😭 honestly, this was really fun to write heheheh,,, i can kinda see reader being a pain in the ass but with good intentions….maybe… But god i can imagine how crazy the stampede crew would be if they had a teen,,, i love it😌☝️☝️☝️ Hope you enjoy!!!(*´∇｀*)

warnings/tags: none!

Well aren't you a little anomaly in the bad deserts!

When you first encounter the gang, it wasn't a very...proud encounter.

To be exact, trying to steal Vash's gun in the middle of a busy bar was a very brave choice knowing that the Humanoid Typhoon was trying to eat spaghetti, and in the flesh!

Bold dare I say but, besides that, you were getting hunted by a group of thugs that had been going through town and uh, you sure did cause a bit of trouble.

And by trouble I mean you stole their car keys and went out for a joy ride.

Yup, crashed that shit rightttt into a boulder.

And of course Vash, who's a bit too kind for his own good at times, wanted to help someone so young to Wolfwood's disbelief. Meryl and Roberto? They've witnessed what he did for Jenora Rock so they kinda expected it.

After that first meeting, you naturally stuck to the wacky group and often times when needed, you tried to help them in exchange for saving your life.

Of course with payment :D It's a hard world for a runaway teen out here!

Don't worry you don't make them pay...sometimes...

Young and free they say hahaha!!...Yeah you had literally no more bullet to spare so time to get workin~

You often had Wolfwood reminisce his times back at the orphanage. He's lived there for so long and he's dealt with kids of many ages, but goddamn did you give this man a mf headache.

Sorry, correction, a migraine.

I damn right knowww he goes through twice the number of cigarette packs when you're around.

"Alright kid, no more grabbing shit or starting fights. Zip your mouth if you're gonna be tagging along-"

"Do you really think I'm gonna listen to a priest?"

"UNDERTAKER!"

"Same thing"

"No it's not!"

You glanced at Meryl for more input.

"...Okay I can see where they're coming from-"

"MERYL SERIOUSLY?!"

You got Wolfwood this close to Homer Simpson choking you out.

Sometimes Vash can't help but watch the both of you headbutt eachother.

He's the type of person to try and stop the fight and maintain the peace but bestie, when you're against a rebelling teenager anything is possible.

He understands tho bc he's also gone through his little phase, that's how he got his little earring :D

But asides from that, when he tries to stop ya'll you guys just ignore him lmAOOO

They say teens are rebellious while trying to find others who they can relate to or have a connection with and well, although you didn't really have a permanent home anymore like you use to, you slowly found yourself getting fond of this little wacky group.

And at some point while you guys got closer, Wolfwood tended to look after you a little more.

Was it because of his past? Or were you just a kid who needed the right guidance forward?

Either way, he tries his best to give you good advice,,, advice to keep you alive.

A practical guardian you could say,, Or kinda like an uncle?

And you know what, you don't mind it.

"Did your sticky little hands grab another fucking wallet? Seriously?"

'No I did not!" You narrowed your eyes at him "It's a map get it right. I also only steal from the rick-looking men Wolfwood cmon now-"

You ended up getting a bonk on the head from him, which led you to looking at Roberto, who downed another drink.

"What are you looking at me for?"

WHATCHU MEAN MY BOY ARE YOU REALLY NOT GONNA-

He really doesn't care lMAAOOO Most unphased man alive.

As long as no one dies!

And maybe after all of this time, even after those two years after what happened to July you guys will reunite again :)

You still a lil' shit tho

"does anyone have gum?"

"I haven't seen you in two years and you're asking me this?"

"...It was just a question..."

FUN TIMESSSSSS~

extra:

-you would wHIP THE NEWS AGENCY CAR ON A GOOD MORNING

-Meryl gets tired one night driving?

-"I'll drive for you!"

-Everyone regrets letting you touch that wheel.

-That poor car looks like if you were shaking a bag of skittles when you drive full speed over those sandy hills.

-You got Meryl thanking to god she put her seatbelt on

-Vash holding onto the back of the driver's seat for his life,, I think his nails left cuts in the seat itself jeez!

-Roberto's holding a hand out against your chest so you don't FLY out of your seat when you guys go airborne.

-And Wolfwood honestly wished the sandworms from earlier had eaten him.

-fuc- DID HIS PUNISHER JUST UNHOOK FROM THE ROOF-

-"STOP THE CAR STOP THE CAR!!"

#trigun imagines #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede #trigun imagine #vash x reader #vash imagine #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #tristamp #trigun stampede headcanons #tumblr needs a spacing setting ASAPPPPP #TRIGUN #this close bulletpointing aint doin it for me #but this was fun to write hehehe #reader gON WHIP ITTTT

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library-seraph · 1 year ago

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Griddlehark Playlist

What the title says, primarily about their relationship although there are a few individualized songs

(very heavily Harrow the ninth biased, which is the most romantic book despite or because of one member of the couple not being to able to remember the other)

Liner notes below cut, also, this is a perpetual WIP like all my playlists

Lioness- The World Is a Beautiful Place and I am Not Afraid to Die

When I was with you we were an estuary I don’t know if I come from the river or the sea All I know is you are both my opposite and my reflection

We were two bodies Running out of room in this world We carved space in ourselves for the other to borrow, for the other to burrow I wake up sometimes with ghost traces of your lips on my bones

Cosmia- Joanna Newsom (Joanna Newsom isn't on Spotify, track these down elsewhere)

Water were your limbs And the fire was your hair — And then the moonlight caught your eye And you rose through the air Well, if you've seen true light Then this is my prayer:

Will you call me, when you get there?

And I miss your precious heart;

NFWMB- Hozier

Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me

If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies

Daughter of God- Phemiec

Doubt’s an elastic that snaps where you grasp it With idle hands clasped on your wrist just as sharp as A kiss on the scar where you carved out her name Or a line that is straight and confined to your fate You’re resigned to be damned by your hand in her hand She will hold you as soft as a feather on water You float on her fingers, she pulls you apart It’s not hard, it won't hurt, it’s not right for a daughter of god

There is a Light that Never Goes Out- Dum Dum Girls (cover)

And in the darkened underpass I thought oh, God, my chance has come at last But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask

And if a double-decker bus Crashes into us To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die

Take Me to Church- Hozier (I'm allowed two screamingly obvious songs)

We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

Never Let Me Go- Florence+ the Machine (This is the other one)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me And all this devotion was rushing out of me And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean delivered me

The Only Thing- Sufjan Stevens

Do I care if I survive this? Bury the dead where they’re found In a veil of great surprises, I wonder did you love me at all?

Should I tear my eyes out now? Everything I see returns to you, somehow Should I tear my heart out now? Everything I feel returns to you, somehow I want to save you from your sorrow

Los Ageless (Piano Version)- St. Vincent

How can anybody have you? How can anybody have you and lose you? How can anybody have you and lose you And not lose their mind too?

I guess that's just me, honey, I guess that's how I'm built I try to tell you I love you but it comes out all sick I guess that's just me, honey, I guess that's how I'm built I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament

Running up that Hill- Kate Bush (Okay, three)

You don't wanna hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies Unaware, I'm tearin' you asunder Oh, there is thunder in our hearts Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we?

New Ceremony- Dry the River

I waited by your bedside And couldn't close my eyes all night I named you like a prayer It's anybody's guess how The angel of doubt came down And crept into your bed But after we danced to the shipping forecast The words escaped your mouth: "I know it's gotta stop, love, but I don't know how."

Now the stairs forget your shoes And the gate don't creak for want of you But the jury's out on me We're wise beyond our years But we're good at bad ideas, my love Or so it seems to be

OH ANNA- The Microphones

Oh Anna, take me in with water arms surround me, blow your breezy charms around me Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms and all the secrets deep entombed within you I know a few

Oh Anna, take me to your eerie heights above, paint white letters "I you love" Oh Anna, drop me off a cliff I fall

Weights and Measures- Dry the River

I was prepared to love you And never expect anything of you There's no patron saint of silent restraint Baby there ain't no sword in our lake Just a funeral wake

Just because we're beasts of blame by nature Doesn't mean that you should carry it again It's a question of needs and not rosary beads in the end

No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross- Sufjan Stevens

Drag me to hell in the valley of The Dalles Like my mother Give wings to a stone It’s only the shadow of a cross

I slept on my back in the shade of the meadowlark Like a champion Get drunk to get laid I take one more hit when you depart

The Bomb- Florence+ the Machine (This is "Kiriona Gaia has been abandoned by everybody except two of the worst people in canon and everything except being a warcrimes corpse puppet and she's TOTALLY FINE with that, honest")

But if I was free to love you You wouldn't want me, would you? Unavailability is the only thing that turns you on Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong

I've blown apart my life for you And bodies hit the floor for you And break me, shake me, devastate me Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong I don't love you, I just love the bomb (Oh, oh, oh) I let it burn, but it just had to be done (Oh, oh, oh) And I'm in ruins, but is it what I wanted all along? Sometimes, you get the girl, sometimes, you get the song

Francesca- Hozier

Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them, "Put me back in it" (Da-ah, darlin') I would do it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah) If I could hold you for a minute (Da-ah, darlin') I'd go through it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah)

In a Sweater Poorly Knit- mewithoutYou

You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence You made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since And if she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun Like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one But if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

Kept Woman- Fleet Foxes (Tbh this is probably the soundtrack to the ideal stigmata fisting/heart regrowing scene)

God above saw, ever in the mind Blue and white irises in a line Under your nameless shame I left you in frame, and you rose to be ossified As a Rose of the Oceanside

Can you be slow for a little while? Widow your soul for another mile? I'm just the same as when You saw me back then And we're bound to be reconciled We're bound to be reconciled

The Chain- Fleetwood Mac

And if you don't love me now You will never love me again I can still hear you sayin' You would never break the chain (Never break the chain) And if you don't love me now (You don't love me now) You will never love me again I can still hear you sayin' (Still hear you saying) You would never break the chain (Never break the chain)

Time as a Symptom- Joanna Newsom

So it would seem to be true: When cruel birth debases, we forget When cruel death debases We believe it erases all the rest That precedes

In the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating Joy of life; The nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating Joy of life

#the locked tomb #playlist #Spotify #orig post #griddlehark #gideon x harrow #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #fave chars

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venusjaynie · 2 years ago

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stranger things social media au part 3

this is eddie's party (which he threw at steve's house) and the aftermath of it !

cw: mentions of alcohol consumption and hangovers. steve being a jealous little shit in the comments

series masterlist

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b.hargrove

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b.hargrove: omw to harringtons to reclaim my crown as keg king

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johnnybyers: broooooo why is tommy hagan staring at your ass

↳ b.hargrove: no why are you actually right

↳ johnnybyers: lowkey sus

↳ y/ns.priv24: calm down among us

stevie.h: watch yourself hargrove. coming for your crown fr

↳ b.hargrove: id like to see you try harrington

↳ y/ns.priv24: stop flirting with my boyfriend bitch

↳ b.hargrove: HOW IS THAT FLIRTING

y/ns.priv24

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y/ns.priv24: beer pong but make it cider (cause nancy and i hate beer and the boys would clearly do anything for us including changing their favourite game)

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johnnybyers: the things we do for you girls

↳ y/ns.priv24: you love us

↳ johnnybyers: only sometimes

thefreakmunson: it was worth it cause i got to see you drunk off of 3 ciders

↳ y/ns.priv24: and 2 vodka lemonades

↳ stevie.h: and 2 tequila sunrises. c'mon munson keep up

↳ thefreakmunson: sure sure

willthewise: i'm telling mom you got drunk. she's gonna kill you

↳ y/ns.priv24: sorry kid that doesn't apply to me now that i'm 21

↳ willthewise: oh yeah. damn

b.hargrove: never changing the rules of beer pong for you guys ever again. find your own drinking game

↳ thefreakmunson: if you don't like the new game throw your own party then hargrove

↳ b.hargrove: shut up

stevie.h

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stevie.h: reckon i've got enough jello shots?

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y/ns.priv24: i call every single green one.

↳ stevie.h: baby youre such a lightweight youll be hammered after 3

↳ y/ns.priv24: i didnt ask?

↳ stevie.h: so petty

↳ y/ns.priv24: you love it

↳ itsbuckleybitch: get a room lovebirds

nanceewheeler

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nanceewheeler: me and j xx

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y/ns.priv24: i think i deserve some credit for these amazing photography skills

↳ nanceewheeler: we appreciate your fantastic photo skills

↳ johnnybyers: nance is right. thank you for being amazing at photography (after i showed you the ropes) baby sis

↳ y/ns.priv24: youre more than welcome big brother

itsbuckleybitch: cuties

↳ nanceewheeler: ily

willthewise: jonathan you look drunk in this hahaha

↳ johnnybyers: hahahaha youre right

↳ argyledude: "look" sure thing bro

↳ y/ns.priv24: argyle when tf did you get insta

↳ argyledude: ive always had it. just prefer to stalk than to comment baby byers

↳ y/ns.priv24: valid. also will is baby byers

↳ argyledude: oh shit yeah you're right

itsbuckleybitch

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itsbuckleybitch: these wimps should be grateful that they're friends with me and y/n cause eddie bought 2 six packs and thought it would be enough for everyone

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y/ns.priv24: me and rob supplying the good stuff (aka vodka) as per

↳ itsbuckleybitch: what would they do without us and my ID honestly

thefreakmunson: shut up guys i bought 3 six packs. that's 18 beers

↳ itsbuckleybitch: thank you for doing the math for me. i'm afraid i would've struggled if you didnt

↳ thefreakmunson: fuck you

madmaxx: can you save me some pls

↳ y/ns.priv24: yeah but don't tell billy

↳ b.hargrove: byers i swear to god if you give my little sister vodka ill kill you.

↳ y/ns.priv24: "little sister" aw you never call her that

↳ b.hargrove: i'm serious. do not give that kid vodka.

↳ y/ns.priv24: billy obviously i'm not going to give your sister vodka. that would be ridiculous (sorry max)

↳ madmaxx: ugh billy you're so annoying

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the aftermath

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itsbuckleybitch

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itsbuckleybitch: he woke up looking like this

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y/ns.priv: lookin sexy as ever baby

↳ stevie.h: youre so wrong for taking this pic

b.hargrove: man that keg challenge really took you out

↳ stevie.h: i know

thefreakmunson: jesus you're hanging wtf you only did the keg challenge

↳ stevie.h: have you ever done the keg challenge??

↳ thefreakmunson: not necessarily no but i know 2 people who have

↳ y/ns.priv24: i think you mean 3?? me steve and billy??

↳ thefreakmunson: HA you haven't done it don't play w me you don't even like beer

↳ b.hargrove: nah man she has. it's terrifying. she beat my record first try

↳ thefreakmunson: 😧

y/ns.priv24

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y/ns.priv24: much needed hangover cuddles from nance

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nanceewheeler: i'm always here for hungover cuddles 🫶🫶

↳ y/ns.priv24: love you

stevie.h: where's my hangover cuddle :(

↳ thefreakmunson: "where ma hug at 🥺"

↳ y/ns.priv24: EDDIE LMFAO

↳ stevie.h: 😐

b.hargrove

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b.hargrove: me and y/n on the mandatory hangover cure coffee run

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itsbuckleybitch: i better get my venti vanilla iced latte

↳ y/ns.priv24: dw bbg it's otw

↳ stevie.h: 'bbg' go fuck yourself what do you think this is

↳ b.hargrove: god someones jealous

↳ y/ns.priv24: sorry stevie. i can call you bbg if you want ;)

↳ itsbuckleybitch: yeah no lets not

thefreakmunson

thefreakmunson: shut the fucking blinds

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nanceewheeler: you could also just sleep somewhere else?

↳ thefreakmunson: i wish i could, but i cant. well... can but... wont. should, maybe, but... shornt...

↳ johnnybyers: wtf are you even saying

↳ thefreakmunson: what part of shornt dont you understand

↳ y/ns.priv24: yeah you no longer have netflix priveliges

↳ thefreakmunson: NO

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ugh these are so fun to make

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #eddie munson #jonathan byers #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things social media au #will byers #steve harrington x you #jayne writes

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