#He Handed Me A Pair Of Pliers And He Told Me To Pull Out His Teeth (Mimsy x Nathan)

[loveharlow]

SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - IN LOVING MEMORY

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[2.9k] A week after John B and Sarah were lost at sea, you and JJ navigate a new living situation and unsuccessfully avoid the inevitable grief process, leading to a private memorial as you honor a fallen brother.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, grief avoidance

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A/N‧₊˚ I think these little 3-chapter pauses between each season are gonna be my favorite things because it focuses sooo much more on just TR and JJ <3 but this first one really focuses on their grief over John B

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IT’D BEEN A WEEK SINCE JOHN B AND SARAH DISAPPEARED. Shoupe said that the department wasn’t calling the search off just yet but you knew they weren’t looking. There’d been no updates, no boats out on the water — it was as if the entire station had retired. 

Metal clanked against wood as JJ set the wrench down on the work table — music playing lowly in the background as the blonde worked on your car. The two of you were in John B’s Surf Shack at The Chateau, the car halfway pulled in so JJ could work outside of the heat, but the sun was relentless. The hood was flipped up as the boy inspected and toyed with the parts — sweat dripping down his forehead from his damp strands of hair, shirt long abandoned as he stood only in a pair of army green cargo shorts and his signature worn-down, unlaced combat boots, shark tooth dangling from his neck.

“Are you gonna keep staring or do you wanna help?” JJ asked, leaning his hands on the exterior of the car, eyes squinting from the sun as he looked up at your figure that was sitting on top of the worktable, feet swinging as you watched him.

“When I tried to help, you told me to, and I quote, ‘sit my unhelpful ass down somewhere’.” You reminded the boy, cocking your head as you took a sip of the beer you’d retrieved from the house. 

“Maybe because when I asked you to hand me the box end wrench and you handed me a pair of pliers?” He sassed back, standing from his leaned over position and walking closer to you, snatching up his own beer and taking a long swig. 

You shrugged. “Same difference.”

“Hate to break it to you, princess, but no it's not.” JJ chuckled, leaning against the work table. His eyes drifted down to where you were scratching your ankle as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I told you like ten times to stop scratchin’ it. It ain’t gonna help.” He reprimanded, setting the beer down and taking your ankle in his hands, leveling it in front of him.

You groaned as he swatted your hand away. “But it itches, so bad.” You whined. “Probably because you did it with a needle and pen ink.” You pouted, both of you inspecting the small, scraggly ‘P4L’ tattoo on your ankle. “How come yours doesn’t itch?” You asked, referring to the matching tattoo the blonde had done on himself.

“It does.” He told you, pulling out a small thing of vaseline from his shorts and scooping some up on one of his fingers. “I’m just not a pussy.” He joked, side-eyeing you as he gently applied the jelly over the artwork. 

Just then, Marley came running into the shack, almost knocking JJ off of his feet. You bursted out into a fit of laughter as the blonde steadied himself, staring down the dog. “You fuckin’ mutt…” He muttered, letting your leg swing back towards you gently. 

“Hey,” You warned, plucking his arm. “Watch it, or I’ll have her piss on your pillows.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He waved off, walking out of the shack and into the afternoon sun. "I'm takin' a breather from your piece of shit on wheels. That thing needs way more than TLC..." He told you over his shoulder. You quickly hopped off the table and followed after him, whistling for Marley to follow your lead.

"Don't blame my car because you have the skills of a mechanic from Craigslist." You defended as JJ led you all the way down to the boat pier behind The Chateau, both of you sitting down on the wood, kicking off your shoes to let your toes hit the water. Marley laid down behind you two.

He chuckled lightly before you fell into silence. That’d been happening a lot lately. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. In the week you and JJ had been learning to live together at The Chateau, you’d grown to just sit in silence with him. Quiet mornings, lazy nights. Neither of you had to speak or force a conversation — just bask in the company of one another, knowing you still had someone. 

There were days like this — where things seemed almost normal, but only for a moment. But then it was as if you’d both simultaneously realize that nothing was normal and it probably never would be ever again, that realization never failed to cast a cloud over the atmosphere.

John B was gone. He wasn’t on another marathon from DCS, he wasn’t out cleaning boats to keep the lights on at The Chateau — he was just gone. And something inside of you felt so empty. Ever since you were kids, toddlers, it was always you, John B, and JJ. And even when you made each other mad or sad, you always came back together in the end.

Now, it was just the two of you. Sure, you had Kie and Pope but that was different. John B was their friend too but there was a deeper grief that they couldn’t understand. But JJ could.

“You remember, in third grade, when John B asked out that girl and she told him no ‘cause he had cooties?” JJ asked, a small smile on his features as he stared down at the water. You laughed, shaking your head.

“And when he tried to hug her she screamed and the teacher gave him a lecture about consent.” You laughed, looking up at the sun. “But maybe he needed it. I remember after, he apologized and shook her hand instead.”

“She still wouldn’t go out with him, though.”

“You wanna know something funny?” You asked, turning to face him as he looked at you. “I ran into her when I moved to Figure Eight. She lives on the lower end now. It’s so crazy because she ended up getting chlamydia from some guy and then passed it to his best friend.”

“Holy shit.” JJ laughed loudly, his bright smile on full display. You wished to see his smile like that more often. JJ usually tried to seem happy and carefree, but it was a sight to see when it was genuine. As his laughter died out, he had a look of contemplation on his face.

You nudged his shoulder to gain his attention. “What're you thinkin' about?”

He bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, eyes scanning your face. You didn’t know what for. Then he reached into the pocket of his shorts, hand fishing around for a moment before he pulled out something — a pastel green dog collar with a heart shaped named tag. He laid the object out in his grease covered palm and extended it over for you to see.

Your eyes fleeted between the collar and his face, a look of nervousness as he avoided your eyes. Taking it from his hand to hold in both of yours, you huffed out a laugh. There were ridges on the edges, as if the fabric of the collar had been hand-cut. “...Did you make this yourself?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing.” He dismissed, scratching the back of his neck and attempting to seem nonchalant about the gesture. “I wasn't doing shit, got bored. If you, uh, if you turn it over-” You wasted no time, flipping the name tag to the other side, eyes landing first on the ‘if lost, please call…” note then drifting lower to see ‘P4L’ engraved in the metal beneath your phone number.

“Um, yeah that.” JJ finished. “It’s honestly nothing. It's fine if you think its stupid, I just figured-”

He never got to finish his nervous rambling as you pulled the boy into a hug. His arms staggered before hugging you back, going around your waist and almost pulling you into him. “Thank you.” You mumbled into his neck. "And it's not stupid. I love it." You could feel small tears leaving your eyes and making home on his sweaty skin, you just hoped he didn’t notice.

“Are you crying?” He asked, pulling back from the embrace and taking your face in his hands. “Oh, shit. Please, don’t cry.” He panicked, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks, leaving grease trails behind in their wake, the gesture making you chuckle sadly.

You don’t know what made you cry. You hadn’t cried in a full week. “Sorry, sorry...it's just that everything is so messed up.” You sniffed. “I wish I could go back to last year. Before my dad died, before all that shit with Rafe, before my mom became someone else, before John B...” You choked out, trying to remove your face from his hands but he wouldn’t let you. “If finding the gold means losing the only people I have left one by one, then fuck it.”

“We don’t know if he’s, y'know.. they’re still looking-”

“No, they’re not.” You scoffed. “They just don’t want to tell us that. Because if they do, they know we’ll start looking for ourselves and they’ll have four more dead kids on their hands.” You doubted, struggling to hold back more tears. JJ simply used his hold on your face to pull your head into him. Something about the gesture made you burst out into sobs, muffled by his chest. Most people would find such a genuine, serious gesture from JJ Maybank odd or rare. But in all your years of knowing him, JJ understood emotions better than most people, he just lacked the ability to show them sometimes.

He was there when they found your dad’s body, all of your friends were. The police only let you through because you were his daughter but when the wind blew the tarp off of his bloated, pale body, JJ was the only one who threw all caution to the wind and ducked under the caution tape, weaved through like ten police officers and caught you before you fell to your knees in the sand.

JJ was one of the most empathetic people you knew, but he’d never cater to his own needs as much as he did for others.

“I miss him, too.” He said solemnly, taking a shaky deep breath. “Believe me, man.” He scoffed, but his voice wavered prompting you to lift your head to look up at him, sniffling. “Bree was my brother. I can’t even tell you how many times he was just there for me. He got me out of a lot of shit and I always gave him shit for it. He would always tell me he just didn’t want me to end up like my piece of shit father and I was always such a dick about it. I knew it was because he cared but I…” He sighed, wiping the stray tear that had fallen from his eye with the butt of his palm. “I just wish I had been a better friend. I know I get us into a lot of shit and I’m impulsive and-”

“You were a good friend.” You cut off his monologue of martyrdom, sitting up straighter to look at him directly, using one hand to cup the back of his neck as you spoke. “John B loved you. Yeah, he might’ve gotten a little pissed whenever you got all trigger happy-” You joked, eliciting a small laugh from JJ. “-But he always understood that’s just who you are. He always cared about you all the same. He would’ve done anything for you.”

“And now he’s…shit, he’s gone.” He sniffed, wiping under his nose as he avoided your eyes, a frown on his face. “And I don’t have anyone like that anymore.”

“You have me.” You smiled pitifully. “I may not be a six-foot, brunette male who's oddly obsessed with bandanas but I think I can fill his spot. Make it work, somehow.” You joked playfully.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. “Nah, you have your own spot.” He told you, his blue eyes finally finding the courage to meet yours again. “No one could replace Bree. Or you. You were the two people I never wanted to lose in life. And now he’s gone and I don’t know what I’m feeling or what the fuck to do about it because I’ve never felt it before. And sure, I want to fight for him and get the gold back but now I’m scared that that might mean we lose someone else and I don't know what I’ll do if the person we lose is you.”

You shook your head, pressing your forehead against his. “You’ll never lose me. Even if I’m not here.” You reminded, fingers scratching at the hair on the nape of his neck. “And even if John B is gone gone, he’s still here. Probably telling us to grow a pair, right now.” You chuckled despondently, both of you somewhere between laughing and crying.

All of a sudden, a wet, rough tongue hit the side of both of your faces — Marley apparently feeling left out from the exchange. The action had the two of you pulling apart, shielding your faces from the attack of dog kisses. She was like a light, her typical high energy making you feel just a little less sad inside. “Alright, alright…” You said, lightly pushing the dog back as she panted and wagged her tail so fast it made her whole body wiggle.

Just then, you realized you still had JJ’s gift clutched in your palm, peering at the object before beckoning Marley to come closer and commanding her to sit. She was still panting, mouth open and tongue out as you buckled the collar around her neck, adjusting it to fit and spinning it so the heart tag sat where it was supposed to, her name engraved in JJ’s handwriting.

As soon as your hands were off of her, she turned her attention to JJ, burying her head in his lap and rolling over on her back, wanting the blonde to rub her stomach. It was like she knew he’d made it for her.

“She must like you.” You said, voice a bit scratchy now. 

JJ shrugged, caressing the animal’s stomach with a small smile on his face. “I guess she’s alright.” He trailed off playfully. You admired them for a moment, the sight making your nerves settle in a way they hadn’t been able to in the last seven days.

For a moment, everything was calm. This was peace.

“Hey, JJ?” You piped up, the boy’s eyes leaving the dog as he looked at you in a questioning manner. “I know we’re waiting on Kie and Pope to actually memorialize JB but would you want to do something, just me and you? Not to leave them out or anything, I just thought we could, I don’t know, mourn him differently. He was a part of us.”

He pondered on the idea for a moment before nodding. “Yeah… yeah, I think he’d like that.”

You simply nodded in response, getting up from the dock to go into The Chateau, not even bothering to put your shoes back on. Entering the house, you looked around for something that sparked an idea on how you could honor John B. You spotted an empty glass bottle — write a note and send it out to sea? No. That didn’t seem right. 

Still looking around, your eyes found two tealight candles on the coffee table, untouched and never lit. You hadn’t recalled them being there before. Picking up the two candles in one hand, you headed back outside, the sun beginning to set and casting an orange hue over the water in front of you the closer you got to JJ and Marley.

Sitting back down, you handed one of the candles to JJ. “Just something small.” You told him, the blonde taking the small candle from you and reaching into his pocket to retrieve the lighter he typically carried with him. Marley had her head in his lap, less energetic than she was just minutes prior. Her big, puppy eyes just watched the two of you light the candles as the sun got lower in the sky by the minute.

“Should we, like, say something before we let them go?” JJ asked, eyes on you. 

“It’s up to you.” You shrugged. Just then, Marley got up from his lap, running through the grass and to the trees. You didn’t bother to chase her, she always came back.

JJ’s fingers of his free hand drummed on his thigh as he thought. When he finally had something, he shifted his weight and held the candle carefully in his hand. “To Bree.” He started, voice shaking. “My best friend, my brother, and the unluckiest guy I’ve ever met. I promise to not pimp your shortboard.” He said, looking at the flame swaying from side to side, before looking at you, waiting for you to say something.

Your nerves jumped a bit, not really knowing what to say. You figured something was better than nothing. “To John B. One of my greatest friends, my trauma twin, and the best DCS fugitive I’ve ever met.” You spoke, looking out at the sunset. 

“Love you, man.” JJ finished, reaching his long arm down to gently set the candle on top of the water, watching it slowly drift away. You followed his lead, having to bend down a bit further to let the candle hit the water safely. Both of you sat silently, watching the two miniscule flames drift further out with the waves. You wondered how far they would make it before they went out.

Suddenly, the patter of paws came running back, Marley wedging her way between the two of you with a stick between her teeth. The dog got dangerously close to the edge of the pier you were sitting on before letting the stick drop from her jaws and hit the water, sitting down between you and JJ as she panted.

You heard about cats leaving gifts for people of significance, maybe this was her version of a candle. The action made you and JJ look at each other before laughing and hugging the dog in sync. She reveled in the attention, tail wagging ferociously.

You and your friends had a long way to go before anything would feel okay again. But just having each other was enough, right now. You couldn’t rush grief. You’d just have to let things take their course and hopefully one day, John B wouldn’t be such a sad memory.

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[mimilind]

Stranger of the Falls - Part 3

Pairing: Boromir x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 1700

Warnings: Graphic injury, blood

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3. Healing

The man had not eaten anything substantial for two days so the strong potion kicked in almost immediately. You made use of his temporary lack of awareness to feed him a large bowl of nourishing broth and a jug of water, and he wolfed everything down hungrily. 

You waited until Maja had fetched Ludde before you began. A bouncing, playful puppy distracting you was the last thing you needed.

Then you uncovered the swollen area. Bracing yourself for the pain you must inflict – the drugs could never take away it entirely, just make it more bearable – you willed your hand to be steady and forced the hole open so you could sink the knife into it.

The sharp blade cut easily through muscle and flesh.

“Hurtsh!” he slurred, tears breaking out in his eyes and sweat on his forehead. 

“I am sorry; I know it hurts. I dare not give you more poppy extract but you may have mead if you like?”

He nodded. 

A large jug of mead later you continued. 

His fingers feebly scratched the mattress and you knew he forced himself to be still. A low, strained groan slipped from his clenched teeth.

Cold sweat had broken out on you as well now and your shoulders became stiff from the effort. Each grunt, each gasp from your patient felt like a slap in your face.

Yet you continued.

You had cut out most of the festering tissue but there was so much blood. You could not see the shard. But it must be there, this inflammation was much beyond a normal arrow wound.

You used a wad of your new bog moss to soak up blood. There… at last! Something black, deep down. With a pair of thin pliers you tried to pinch the edge, groping through the frayed tissue.

The man howled and his whole body tensed. “Uuuckk!” He was panting heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead.

You tried again. And again. His groans and writhing limbs made you want to cry, but you did not. You continued, and finally you caught the splinter. 

“I have it,” you mumbled. “This was the worst. The worst is over now…”

Slowly you pulled it out, afraid to break it in more pieces.

“Nnnggg…” He clenched his hands into fists.

You wanted to cry again, this time with relief. Wiping your damp forehead, you coated the wound with a generous amount of ointment and covered it with clean bog moss and linen.

Främling was breathing calmer. He looked exhausted and dizzy from poppy seed and pain. Before he dozed off completely you fed him a bowl of rich broth with potatoes mashed into it.

Not long afterwards he was fast asleep.

He slept soundly all night. You did too, completely drained, both mentally and physically.

In the morning the fever was gone, but Främling did not seem happy about that at all. On the contrary, he looked murderous, and when you brought a bowl of morning broth he actually managed to sweep it out of your hands. The earthen bowl cracked in halves, spilling its contents on the floor.

“You tricked me,” he growled in a slightly less slurred voice than yesterday. “Tricked me to eat. Uck you!”

“I did not trick you,” you bit back, suddenly angry. “I gave you broth and you ate. It is my task to feed patients if they cannot eat themselves. I already told you, I will not idly watch you die!”

He scowled darkly at you.

You forced yourself to calm down. He was entitled to be annoyed at being helpless in your hands. Yet, he was so much better already; it must have taken quite some force to swat the bowl away. He would be up and walking soon, you were sure of it.

With a softer voice you tried to reason with him. “See, I understand you are upset; I would be, too. But starving yourself to death is not the way. It is a difficult, slow, painful method. You are a strong man in your prime and your body will not allow you to kill it that easily. It will work against you, undermining your resolve until you are so weak you cannot resist the food offered. And that will set you back to square one. The same cycle will repeat itself and it will only be painful and frustrating for both of us.” You started to clean up the mess on the floor and threw away the shards. “You need to accept I will do my best to keep you alive, and your own body will do the same. When you are fit to leave from here, it is up to you what you do with your life, but until that day comes I will give you food and treat your wounds.”

You brought another bowl of broth, holding it out so he was sure to feel the aroma. “Come on,” you coaxed. “I am a good cook. You liked it yesterday, did you not?”

He looked at the bowl. His stomach made an encouraging sound. Then he looked at you with an air of defeat – and self-loathing.

“You win,” he said bitterly, opening his mouth.

Spoon by spoon he quickly emptied the bowl. His ability to swallow appeared to be restored, and though he opened the left side of his mouth more, he could move both sides now.

When he was done you fetched another one, mashing down potatoes and bread in it to make it thicker. He gulped that down too, obviously ravenous. 

He looked expectantly at you.

“I think this will have to do for now or your stomach will hurt.” Instead you fetched the mead and held the flagon to his lips. He managed to take hold of it himself and emptied it too.

When he was done he burped unapologetically and leaned back, looking unusually content. As if he had finally come to terms with the situation and would allow you to have your way.

Well, that was a relief, for sure!

You decided to use his new cooperation and let him help you change the bloodied sheets. It was a bit tricky to manage with him still lying in the bed, but when it was done you both were relieved to be rid of the evidence of last night’s painful operation.

Afterwards you fetched a bowl and began to wash his face, using a soft cloth and warm water from the stove. He seemed to enjoy it. His face became relaxed and the furrows in his forehead smoothened out. 

You admired it while you worked. Such dark hair, beard and eyebrows were so unusual around here. His lashes were dark too. They rested peacefully against his cheeks.

He was strikingly handsome. 

You moved on to the part of his torso that wasn’t bandaged. Now that you paid attention, you noticed many small scars, healed nicks and cuts from past sword fights. A trail of dark hair disappeared under the linen bandages. You followed the length of his arms with the cloth, fighting down an inappropriate twinge at the feeling of his defined muscles. This close, his scent wafted up; soap, warm skin, and something masculine. You liked it.

When you reached his flat stomach you hesitated. Suddenly it did not seem as routine to clean his private parts, but…

“No.”

You looked at his face and met his stern gaze. Secretly relieved, you pulled the blanket back up. “Right. Enough washing for today.” Instead you took a bone comb and began to ease the knots out of his long hair. 

He closed his eyes again. 

It made you glad that he liked what you did, and you prolonged the moment needlessly. When you finally put the comb down his hair shone.

“You have beautiful hair,” you said without thinking. You instantly regretted it and felt your cheeks heat up. You were his healer and not supposed to think about any part of him in any other way than strictly medical.

Thankfully he did not react with anger over your blunder; he just looked at you with his clear, gray eyes.

You tried to hide your embarrassment with small talk. “It feels strange to keep calling you ‘stranger’. What is your name?”

He did not reply.

“Why the secrecy?”

Still nothing.

“You know, with your mobility returning, you need to practice speaking.”

He gave you a sharp look. “I do not.” He spoke without even a hint of inarticulacy, clearly making an effort to pronounce the words correctly.

His stubbornness made you want to laugh, and something in his eyes told you he was equally amused. But he did not move a muscle in his face.

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Your patient obediently ate anything you offered him during the rest of that day, and looked increasingly less weak. With the poison gone from the wound you felt hopeful he would soon be up and walking.

Meanwhile, you went on your usual rounds in the village. Visiting the elderly, providing potions and small talk, changing the bandages of a bedridden grandfather, checking on Maja’s mother Sigrid who was pregnant again, making sure she followed the nourishing diet you had prescribed. She was over forty and needed to be extra careful. 

In the evening, when you as usual slumped down in your chair, you felt him staring at you.

“What is wrong?”

“No bed?” he asked.

“I sleep well in the chair, it is no trouble.”

He frowned and indicated the bed he lay on. “Yoursh?”

“Well yes, but…”

He moved back, wincing slightly, until there was an empty space beside him. “Lie down.”

“I cannot; you are hurt, what if–”

“Lie,” he repeated. He said it in the voice of a man used to commanding others and not accepting no for an answer.

You obeyed.

Though you tried to stay at the edge, you acutely felt his warmth along your side. His scent filled your nostrils.

You fidgeted with the fraying hem of the blanket. This was awkward. How did he expect you to sleep like this? 

“So… It pleases me we are on speaking terms,” you said, trying to hide your nervousness. “I wonder, were you an army officer? You seem like someone who gives orders.”

He did not reply.

“A sergeant, perhaps?”

“No.”

“A captain?”

Silence.

“Where are you from? You came down the river; are you an exiled northern prince?”

He sighed and put his hand over your mouth. “Shut up and shleep.”

You lifted it with some effort. “Rude. But I am glad you are so much stronger already and your speech sounds almost normal. That is good news, indeed.”

“Jusht be quiet.” He turned his back to you.

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A/N:

Why do people never have an extra bed in fics? :D

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[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

hello this is super different but I would love to see a fic of urs with lee!Tony and ler!Peter if u wanted to and felt comfy doing so. Peter being hyper and attention seeking, just feeling mischievous. I can imagine Peter hanging upside down behind Tony, poking his sides while he's trying to work and just annoying him bc he wants attention and love. also Tony is practically Peters dad so Peter loves to see him happy.

Attention

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Okay, I love this so much ❤️ This is such a Peter thing to do 😭 Thank you Anon, and I hope you enjoy ❤️)

"Mr. Stark? Are you ignoring me?"

Tony gave no sign he had heard the kid.

"Mr. Stark?"

The older scientist adjusted something on the panel.

"Mr. Stark."

Tony blew out a breath of air.

". . . Mr. Stark?"

"Mr. Stark isn't here right now, please leave a message after the squeak."

"Wha--?"

Tony snaked out a hand and squeezed Peter's side.

Peter squeaked. "Hehey!"

"Come on kid." The older man returned to his work. "You've been bugging me all day."

"Because you've been working all day! And you won't let me help."

Tony tried to bite back a smile as the young teen pouted at him. "I'm sorry underoos, this is something you can't help me with. Why don't you pull out one of the other inventions you've been working on?"

"But I want to work with you."

A light clicked in Tony's head. "Ah, you want attention."

"No!"

The older scientist turned to give Peter a look.

". . . Maybe a little."

"You're welcome to work beside me kid." Tony exchanged his screwdriver for a pair of pliers. "I just can't work with you right now."

The young teen gave a huff before stomping away. "Forget it."

"I'm sorry Pete, maybe later."

While Peter sunk into the couch, Tony poured himself back into his work. He felt awful he couldn't spend time with Peter, but this really needed to get done.

A few minutes went by in total silence, making Tony believe the teen had finally decided to wait. Then a hand squeezed his side.

The older scientist jumped to the side. "Peter!"

When Tony turned, he was greeted by a grin from the teen hanging upside down behind him.

"Watch it underoOOS!"

Peter had squeezed Tony's other side and was now reaching for his ribs. "Ihim going toho get yohou."

Tony batted at the hand, but couldn't dodge out of the way of Peter's other hand. "PETER!"

"T-t-gohotchie gohoo."

The older scientist loosely grabbed the young teen's wrists. "YOHOU'RE SOHO DEAD!"

"Hahard to take yohou seriohouslyhy whehen you're lahaughing."

Eventually, Tony pulled his hands back. "Come ohon nohow, Ihi need toho fihiniIISH!"

While Tony tried to continue his work, Peter pulled his hand away to poke along Tony's sides. "Cahan't yohou take aha breheak?"

"NoHO IHI cahan't!"

"Pleeeeeease?"

The older scientist felt his resolve slowly but surely started to dwindle, but he didn't want to give in just yet. So he tried to grab Peter's hands again.

Then his own mentor played dirty by digging into Tony's hips. "Ha!"

Tony bent in half over the table. In that moment, Tony had never wanted to kill someone more than in that moment.

But he also didn't want the kid to stop.

It was hard to just let go and laugh so moments like these were nice. Atleast, until one Peter Parker noticed.

"Gee Misteher Stahark, you havehen't told mehe toho stop yehet." His young mentee grinned as he went back to the pokes. "Yohou must behe havihing fuhun."

The older man blushed. "Shuhut uhup yohou little jeherk!"

"Hehey, be nihice."

Finally, Tony gently pushed his hands away. "Ahalrihight yohou."

Peter chuckled as he pulled his hands away. "Did yohou have fuhun Mihister Stahark?"

"Yehes." The older mentor attacked his mentee's stomach with tickles. "Ahand did you get enohough attention?"

With a squeal, the young teen curled himself into a ball. "Yehes!"

Tony chuckled. "Lohook, if you want, give me 5 minutes to finish this project ahand we'll have some fun."

"Really?"

The older mentor nodded. "I promise, but you might wanna start running."

As a blush spread across his face, Peter plopped down into a criss-crossed position on the ceiling. "Ihim gohood."

Tony smirked. "Sure thing underoos."

[k-y-g]

He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth

Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things

You're cold on the inside

There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart

My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

He'd sunk his teeth into the flesh of many others

Infecting them with whatever was already inside him

He'd broken all their hymens, cut them open and played inside them

He'd hollowed out their bodies so they'd feel just empty as him

You're cold on the inside

There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart

You draw blood just to taste it, you hold bones just to break them

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

- 'Dog Teeth' by Nicole Dollanganger

[cxrrodedcoffin]

“he handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth, because as long as he had them he’d use them to do bad things.” is so cooper adams coded

[fragmented-tales]

He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth

Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things

You're cold on the inside

There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart

My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

He'd sunk his teeth into the flesh of many others

Infecting them with whatever was already inside him

He'd broken all their hymens, cut them open and played inside them

He'd hollowed out their bodies so they'd feel just empty as him

You're cold on the inside

There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart

You draw blood just to taste it, you hold bones just to break them

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

[therosebunpost]

BodyHarness Class

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Sunny, Bunny and Batty go out on a interesting date

CW: Allusions to smut at the end, descriptions of sharp craft tools

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“Where did you even hear about this??” Steve mutters, eyeing the door. His pace lagging as he peered into the dark corners of the tucked away venue.

'My friend! She told me someone was hosting a class like this and it sounds so fun!'

“Sure, fun is a way to put it.”

“Come onnn, Harrington! Hey, if it makes you get into it, I’ll wear mine without a shirt~!”

Heat crawled up Steve’s neck and bloomed onto his cheeks. Avoiding Eddie’s triumphant smirk, he forced a roll of his eyes. He nearly dies when you offer to let him help you with yours too, your smile just as mischievous. His pace picked up as steam poured out of his ears.

"Okay everybody! So, we weren't expecting such a large turn out…"

The small room was fit to bursting with chairs and a few tables. Two people stood in front, a man and a woman. "So! Just bare with us as we figure out what to do. If you want to participate, please see me while my lovely girlfriend prepares her materials, money and IDs in hand!”

You tug the both of them over to a set of chairs near the front. You set up shop by pulling a few chairs into a circle. Eddie grabs out the IDs and the money, Steve tucks the bags out of the way.

Eddie and the man made easy conversation as money exchanged hands. Steve finds himself wandering around, looking at the supplies. Some weird spikey tool, pliers, chains, elastic. Most of it was black and steel, with few gold and bejeweled pieces. This was absolutely a marriage between you and Eddie. If he wasn't so excited about seeing the final results on the both of you, he'd feel excluded.

"Okay! So, everyone ready?"

The room chimed in with cheers and the lesson starts. The idea was simple, create a body harness on your partner using the elastic and the rest of the supplies.

“And if you're alone, well, you might want to turn to your neighbor and get to know each other real quickly.” The man chimes in, grinning in a way that reminded Steve a lot of Eddie.

Eddie snickers, stretching his arms out wide like the man had done during the demonstration. “What were you thinkin’ babe?” He coos while you observe him. You drag your fingers along his chest, mapping out the design while Eddie does his best not to wiggle.

“Oh, a pentagram? Sweet girl, are you trying to get people to think I’m more of a devil then I already am?” Eddie’s beaming though, standing straighter. “But I suppose. Who am I to get in the way of such artistic expression?”

You wave Steve over while you laugh. You ask him to hold things while you start the pentagram. Not that he minds, he loves watching you work.

“So, you think you might want one, Sunny?” Eddie asks after a moment, struggling to maintain a straight posture. “Fuck, I think you wearing a pentagram would kill me.” He adds, and Steve becomes tense.

But, your friend must know this was a date, because it’s clear just where she sent you. All manner of people were paired up, many of them couples. In fact, right next to the three of you, were two guys trying to figure out how to work the hole punch. One of them in a T-Pose like Eddie while the other fiddled with the contraption.

“Come on man, it has to go that way or else it won’t punch right-“

“I’ll punch you right~”

“Pft- Thats- That was so stupid-“

Steve looks away, shoulders lax. He leans, breath ghosting along Eddie’s ear. “Do you want to see me in a harness?” He smirks as Eddie nods so hard it jostles your hands and you snip the wrong strap. You pouted up at the two of them, huffing out of your nose and stomping.

Steve giggles as he leans even more into Eddie. The metalhead joins him with a snort. “Sorry, sorry! This one is being a menace, whispering unholy things in my poor innocent ear.”

“I just asked if you wanted to see me in a harness!”

“Right, like you didn’t lean in close on purpose, distracting me from my responsibilities!”

You wave your hands at them, exasperated while a smile curls up at the corner of your lips.

‘I’m almost done, can you guys wait to flirt until I’m finished with the scissors? I could accidentally cut something.’

“Right, like Bats’ hair.”

Eddie gasps, gathering his precious locks close. “How dare you.”

With a shake of his head, he hides a grin behind his hand with a snicker. “I’m just saying.”

‘I’m not going to cut your hair, Batty! Sunny, please!’

Steve finally feels some remorse. Just a bit. You were really excited to do this, and if they were going to finish in time, they needed to get a move on.

“It looks really good so far, Buns.” He smiles, stepping close and kissing your temple. “I can’t wait to see what you look like..” He smirks, absolutely delighted at the way you blue screen.

“See? See! Told you!” Eddie cuts in, flailing a finger at a grinning Steve.

After another round of scolding, which wasn’t effective since both men adored how flustered you were, you finally finished Eddie’s harness. It’s definitely a statement piece. Black elastic stretching across his chest, silver washers connecting all the lines and adding some shine. Eddie stands proudly, puffing his chest and gazing at you two. “So, whatcha think?”

Steve meets your eyes briefly, and in that moment he knows you’re on the same wavelength.

‘Looks really good, Batty.’ You sign slowly, gaze trailing the lines you made across his body. Steve’s heart thumped as he clears his throat. “Yeah, it’s uh…it’s very you. It’s good.”

"Just....good?" Eddie prompts, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he steps closer. "Thats all you can say?" He's all up in Steve's space in a way that made his pulse jump. "It's- fuck, you look hot. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear?"

Eddie's eyes were bright. "Mm~ Took you long enough, what, you getting shy on us?"

Jumping onto the bandwagon, you slide up to Eddie's side. Your own smirk plays on your lips as you tilt your head at Steve in question. Betrayed, Steve scoffs and hurries over to the table instead.

"I- What happened to getting these done, huh? Tick Tock, clocks running out! Games nearly over." Taking the first thing that catches his eye, he hands over a bunch of chains. "Here, what about this? For something on yours, Bunny?”

With a roll of your eyes at his deflection, you take the chains and look them over. He expects you to reject it, but then there's that spark in your eyes that Steve loved to see. That excited smile lighting up the room while you grab the pliers and chain cutters. Gesturing for your boys to come closer, you thank Steve for the supplies with a kiss.

Now that it’s your turn, you start drawing out the design with a finger along your curves. Steve doesn't see it yet, but Eddie can. His chocolate eyes grow dark, voice dipping into that low growl. "Jesus, you tryin' to murder us, Sweetheart?" He leans in close and you're quick to curl into him. Mischief and mirth flowing through you while he teases you.

"Whats the design?" Steve asked, still not getting it. You beam up at him, pressing a finger to your lips. 'Secret' You sign. He was still learning, but finger spelling was starting to catch on in his brain.

"She's getting payback for earlier." Eddie chimes in, snickering as he grabs some pliers and Jump rings. "Alright Sunny, mind holding these chains in place for me?"

"Not at all." Steve grins, reaching out and holding the chain along your chest, mesmerized by you. God, was he glad you opted for something body hugging today.

You’re peering up at him from beneath your lashes with a shy smile. It’s still new, getting to be with you like this. Getting to be close, to feel your body. The look of the harness was nice, but frankly, he wouldn’t like it half as much if it wasn't on you two. If it didn’t interest you two so much.

“Gonna look so good, honey.” Steve murmurs, brushing a knuckle against your cheek before you bashfully tuck yourself into his arms. The tip of your nose brushing along his throat.

There’s huff beside you two, and Steve turns to see Eddie with a barely hidden pout. “Come on you two, you heard the coach, we gotta hurry.” With a wry smile, he turned to measure some chains.

It’s in that moment, while Steve watches Eddie’s back, that he forgets where they are. He reaches out, tugging Eddie close by the chain on his pants. “What is it-“ Tilting his head, Steve plants a kiss on him. Cupping his jaw, Eddie hums into it, shoulders sagging as he bows into Steve. It was short, sweet and enough to have the metalhead smiling again, even if he blinks at Steve a couple times.

“You just look really cool with tools.” Steve admits, breathless and warm. Eddie snickers, brows wiggling. “Well, there’s a few tools that I’d love to get my hands on.”

When the giggles subside in your little group, the boys finally get their hands back on you to finish your harness. The mixture of elastic and metal creates quite a sight, hugging your figure and adding shine. You even created a chain shrug, looping around your wrists loosely and resting over your arms decoratively.

Taking a step back to admire you and Eddie, Steve was glad he was wearing baggier pants because he was in trouble.

“Sweetheart, christ-“ Eddie breathes as his fingers graze along the clinking chains. Seeing you wearing a marriage of your styles, it was right out of a fantasy.

“Alright everyone, we got twenty minutes before the lesson is supposed to be over! Make sure you make your final items now!”

“Oh shit- Well you heard ‘em Stevie, think you’re up for it?”

Biting his lip, Steve hesitates. It wasn’t his style, but if you made it work for you, then why not for him? After all, it’d be more of a present for you and Eddie. He slowly spreads out his arms. “Sure, I think I’m up for it.”

You jump in place, your chains jingling before you go racing to grab the last of the supplies. Eddie stays behind, his grin big and goofy. “Didn’t think I’d ever see the day, Steve Harrington..” He breathes, his gaze lingers along his chest before trailing back up to his eyes.

“Oh, but you thought about it? About me, wearing something like this?”

“Ever since you came to our trailer dressed as Hercules, big boy.”

You come flying in, arms full with supplies. Steve notes the elastic you picked out for him, a warm sunshine yellow and warm brown. You’ve also opted for gold and bronze hardware instead of silver.

You and Eddie could be on the same page incredibly quickly. With a glance and the vague gesture of your hand over your chest, Eddie nodded before passing over a roll of brown elastic.

Your deft hands are gentle as you wrap the elastic around his waist first, soon walking behind him to snap the band in place. Steve feels a warmth against his back as you press close, soon nuzzling between his shoulder blades. Fuck, you were so cute.

Though he’s soon distracted by the touch of Eddie, mapping out straps along his shoulders. “How do you guys come up with this stuff so quickly?” Steve murmurs, eyes trained on the way Eddie’s rings glimmer in the light. That concentrated gaze was finally on him, and now Steve envied every figure that was in his place before him.

“Well, I showed you that mag, right?” Eddie mutters, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he fiddles with a grommet. “Yeah, but like, how can you just recreate them?” Steve pressed, swallowing as he remembered the abundance of magazines that Eddie showed him on the way there. More so pushed in his face while Steve tried to maintain a hold on the wheel.

“It’s just a bunch of lines. Having someone to work off of helps.” Eddie explains with a grin, now bringing the pliers closer. With them being so close to his nipple, Steve tries to stay still. Even if your hands started to wander, running along his sides, back and front.

“Havin’ fun back there, Bunny?” Steve chirps after a moment, his grin broad as you tense, and huff, caught. Eddie snickers, placing the pliers down beside him. “Be a little nicer to her, Sunshine. She’s got a model under her hands, can you blame her?”

Between you giving him a squeezing hug from behind and Eddie’s soft gaze, it’s a wonder Steve stayed upright. The urge to kiss you both brims from every fiber of his being, but there’s no way he’d be satisfied with something chaste. He shifts, caught between wanting to let you finish and dragging you both home.

“Aww, patience Sunshine, we’re almost done.” Eddie promises with a coo, soft and silky as he fastens the second strap into place over his shoulder. You quickly go back to work as well, wrapping another elastic around his chest, specifically under his pecks. Pushing them up a bit, which catches Eddie’s gaze. He swallows, cheeks tinged with pink as he adds a piece of elastic to connect the pieces together in the front.

“Five minutes!”

“Oh thank fuck, y’got everything secure back there Sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, leaning over Steve’s shoulder purposefully. Steve gasps at the hardness poking him in the thigh.

“Perfect, come on Buns, let's take a look.”

Searching your faces, Steve isn’t sure what he sees. Maybe shock? Disbelief? He glances down at the harness. Was it not what they expected? He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the building with Eddie in tow. He gives a dramatic wave goodbye before the door closes with a thump.

“Hey, what-“ Steve stutters out, panic in his throat. “What’s wrong, is everything okay-“

When you get to the Beemer, you literally crash onto it. Tugging him by the straps of his harness, your kiss is hungry. Steve only takes a second to register before he arches into you, hands resting on your hips and dragging up to feel the cool, metal texture of your harness.

Suddenly there’s a weight on his back, heavy breathing in his ear as Eddie grinds against him. “Fuckin’ Christ-“ Eddie groans into his neck, hands digging into Steve’s hips. “You’re both so hot, was gonna die in there if we stayed another minute.”

Pulling back from Steve, you arch forward to press a heated kiss to Eddie as well. The slick sounds of your kissing makes the former jock buck into you. A groan heavy in his chest as you hook your leg around his hip and Eddie grinds harder.

“It..it looks that good?” Steve mumbles as Eddie kisses along his throat. You kiss at his collarbone, tugging his shirt down to get more of his skin in your mouth. Your teeth scrapping and lips sucking until pink blooms across his skin.

“So Fuckin’ good Sunshine, are you kidding me?” Eddie rasps and you nod. You rub at his sides, thumbs looping into his belt loops to tug him even closer. Fuck, you were soaked.

“You wanna see? See how good you look for us?” Eddie growls, guiding Steve to look in the side mirrors of his beemer. He had to squint, given the size and dimness of the parking lot, but…he looked good. The two toned elastic fit well along his chest, even with his shirt in the way.

“I think,” Eddie breathes after a moment, kissing a line along the back of Steve’s neck after he crowded him against the car again, “We should go home and try these on the way they were actually intended for, hmm?” He slides his hand up Steve’s shirt, rings chill against his skin. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you nod, your eyes glassy and full of need.

“Fuck- Yeah, come on.”

As you all pile into his Beemer, Steve scrawls a note into his notepad before he drives.

‘Thank Bunny’s friend, ASAP.’

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[ludinusdaleth]

nicole dollanganger dog teeth for the playlist. i'm sorry in advance for how depressing it is.

jokes on you anon thats the first song i ever associated with them 🥲

"He handed me a pair of pliers, and he told me to pull out his teeth/Because as long as he'd had them, he'd use them to do bad things/You're cold on the inside/There's a dog in your heart, and it tells you to tear everything apart/My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark/You ruin everything you touch, and destroy everyone you love/You're all over me." to say nothing of the second part of the song and how insanely dark its implications are

all nicole dollanganger songs are ludlili songs to me to be honest..... alligator blood is another one that fucking hurts

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

"TEETH."

veena lambert (x mare torres at the very end)

once again, angst, mostly veena centered this time.

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Her teeth, most importantly her fangs. Sharp and deadly with a bite force to kill a man.

She was just the same. Sharp, fierce, deadly.

At least that's how people saw her. A horrific beast who only lived to kill. A monster that could only rip and tear, never love.

The rumors wore her down, despite how she presented herself, the words they threw at her dug into her skin, her weakened heart breaking.

She didn't want to be like this, she hated it. The claw markings on her walk served as a reminder of what she was. The teeth marks on her arms once again, reminded her of what she was capable of.

She felt no power, only pain.

When she was a little girl, they told her she'd do great things. She had dreams, just like any other child. If only she hadn't taken the wrong path home. If only she had stuck to the trail.

To this day she remembered the pain that shot through her shoulder. The cold earth met her bare knees as she was held down, it was painful. It drank from her. Tearing into her skin and leaving her bloody. She woke up after a few hours. The hospital room was so bright. It burned in her memory.

She wanted to go home. She was scared.

Those next few days were the worst. Veena was bed bound, her mouth aching, she hadn't noticed that she could tear into her food much easier. How her bedsheets tore under the pressure of her nails,

The final nail in her coffin was when he own father walked in her bedroom, shrouded in darkness, only to find her hunched over in the corner, the family cat in her arms, at first he believed she was cuddling her cat, only to find a horrific bite wound in the feline and it's remains spewing out her lips. Fangs out on display.

He did the only thing he could. Dashing to the living room, retrieving a pair of pliers, Her own mother forcing her down onto her bed, holding her mouth open, She screamed, she begged.

"it wasn't my FAULT!"

"HE DID THIS TO ME!"

"I didn't mean too daddy!! please! I DIDN'T MEAN TOO!"

She tried to shut her mouth, She tried to pull the arms holding her down but it was no use. Her father grabbed her chin, his broken nails digging into her face as he took the pliers to his own daughters teeth.

pulling them out.

She spent hours on the floor, bleeding. Blood was the only thing she knew. Locked in her bedroom, her tongue dragging along the two dips in her gums.

A part of her was grateful when the man with the funny accent kicked down the front door, yelling about a large sum of money. She may have been locked up in her room, hungry and cold but she still listened through the cracks.

The gunshots made her jump. The silence made her head hurt.

She heard the footsteps, she only backed away from the door just a tiny bit. For the first time since months ago she saw the hallway again, her view blocked slightly by a large man in a suit.

She looked up at him, A tiny doll clutched in her hand. She was scared, not of him but of his mind.

would he take her teeth out too?

"piccola rosa..look at your face.."

He kneeled down, reaching out a hand. One that she hesitantly took.

Her mouth stained with her own blood, bite marks tracing up her arms. Bruised and swollen.

"petalo prezioso..you cannot stay here,,"

He was so soft spoken, His other hand reached to hold her face.

"let me take you away from here, you will be safe.."

Her mother always told her to never trust strangers, But veena had lived her life trusting someone who only wronged her. Once a mother, now a stranger.

That was the day she packed a bag and followed this man into his car, carefully sitting in the backseat with her doll, brushing its hair.

Her life improved from then. She had learned to cope with her instincts, figuring out who she was with her father, Her fangs growing back, Her father helping her deal with any stress, They weren't related by blood but he had saved her and after a few mountains of paperwork, She had a family again. One that loved her unconditionally.

Veena is older now, she had grown, sitting in her own home. Currently holding a photo album in her lap, the one thing her father had gifted her at her engagement party. She wiped her tears, closing the book.

"hey, sweetheart I made- oh my,, is everything alright?"

Mare, the man who loved her more than anything else, stood in the doorway, immediately rushing over to sit next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

"what's this? oh..old memories huh?"

She smiled a tiny bit, nodding her head.

She had met him in her third year of school, she was a troublemaker, snarky and cruel, he was a sweet kid, a goody two shoes in her eyes. He fell hard but she fell harder. A simple seat arrangement led to them kissing in the supply cupboard, soon those events led to a few dates, a few dates lead to a relationship, moving in..an engagement.

"oh..yeah sorry- I just, got a little emotional.."

His gaze softened, lifting his mask off to kiss her cheek, affectionately baa'ing when she kissed the hand that held her face.

"yeah? well, I made some tea..hopefully that'll make you feel better.."

She nodded, looking down at her hand. The prettiest ring latched onto her finger.

"still not over that?"

He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, her giggles making him smile.

"you proposed to me!! we're getting married?? of course I'm not over it!!"

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, squeezing him affectionately.

"good!! I'm not over it either!!"

He chuckled, She leaned upwards for a quick kiss, he reciprocated.

She had the life she so desperately wanted. Despite all the things she had lost and had to live through,

She was finally happy, A family, A fiance, A life she could live freely.

And she was so grateful for it.

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Veena's full lore, I'm so glad I actually managed to finish this 💔

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[mangoisms]

chapter 5 of forever is a maybe (but i like our chances, baby) is up and posted and i'd just like to cut out what is some of my favorite dialogue from this chapter. no real spoilers either, just some Shenanigans!

“You could ask one of the assistant managers to get it for you,” Miyuki points out as Eijun leads you two into the lower levels of the stadium, where extra equipment, cleaning supplies, and other miscellaneous items are stored. Very little people are around, so the only noise is the soft sound of your footsteps, with the occasional squeak of the soles on the concrete floors. It’s a bit unsettling, but these sections are part of a larger area entirely off-limits to fans and the like, so it should be fine. 

Eijun tosses a scandalized look over his shoulder. “That’s not what they’re here for, Miyuki Kazuya! Don’t be rude!”

“Sawamoron, you literally have two of them assigned to you to wait on you hand and foot. That is their job.”

“Well, I still feel bad! And don’t you see how creepy it is down here? Why would I want to make one of those poor assistants go through this? No! Strength in numbers!”

You chuckle fondly. “I’m not sure this park is old enough to have ghosts, Eijun.”

“You don’t know that! Gramps says we can carry ghosts with us sometimes.”

You frown. “Is that why I always see stuff in the corner of my eye whenever you come over?”

“Maybe!”

“Eugh.” You shudder.

Miyuki snickers. The industrial lights overhead flash over the lens of his glasses. “Don’t tell me you actually believe in ghosts. The country bumpkin I get but —”

“Hey, she’s like me! Tell him!”

You shrug. “I’m from Montana, which probably has more cows than people. I’ve been raised to respect the supernatural.”

He laughs hard at that. “Oh, my stomach hurts . . . You two are hilarious . . . Ghosts, please —”

As if on cue, the lights illuminating the long tunnel flicker. 

“You’re upsetting the ghosts, Miyuki Kazuya,” Eijun whispers, annoyed, though he does take your hand, pulling you closer to him. “Say sorry.”

“I am not saying sorry —”

The lights flicker again.

“Kazuya!”

“Who am I apologizing, too, huh? What ghosts could possibly be here?”

“The ghosts of old!”

“Old what, you idiot?”

The look of incredulity on his face makes you want to laugh but you figure both he and Eijun don’t want you laughing right now. 

“Old baseball, obviously!”

“What ghosts of old would want to haunt a place called T-Mobile Park? You think Babe Ruth is hanging around here when he could be at Yankee Stadium?”

“Kazuya!”

“Alright! I’m sorry, ghosts of old baseball!”

Another tunnel comes up on your right and all three of you flinch and skid to a stop when metal screeches loudly against concrete.

Several things happen in that moment. You, decidedly spooked, drop back at the same time that Eijun, using your left hand clasped in his right, pushes you back to stand behind him and Miyuki, while Miyuki’s left arm shoots out protectively over Eijun. In between all of this, somehow, your right hand ends up finding the back of Miyuki’s Nike track jacket, fabric clasped tightly in your hand. 

A surprised worker meets your gazes, standing at the foot of a tall ladder, clearly having just moved it; at the top of the ladder is an open box in the wall, lines of wire exposed.

“Sorry,” the man says, getting over his shock first and gesturing to the box with a pair of pliers in his hand. “Electrical work.”

You know Eijun is sighing in relief at that but it’s not your imagination, either, when you feel Miyuki relaxing, too. Then you realize you’re still holding him and, with your face burning, you let him go. 

He sends you a quick glance over his shoulder but you avoid his eyes awkwardly, shuffling closer to Eijun. 

Looking back forward, he straightens his jacket. “Told you, Sawamoron,” he mutters, though it lacks any real heat. 

Eijun ignores him still, saluting the man. “Thank you for your hard work! And sorry if we scared you!”

The man smiles, bemused, and shakes his head. “’S alright. No worries.”

The three of you continue on your way, all of you silently agreeing to not bring up any of that. 

you can find the masterpost for this fic here!

[bunnywan]

the nicole dollanganger ref in ur latest fic makes me thinkk… do u have any nicole songs u think are super obikin/vaderwan coded ? personallyy i think married in mount airy is particularly crazy in terms of the vader of it all<3

someone got the reference !!! i was listening to that album so much while i was writing i couldn’t not mention it. i think married in mount airy (the whole album really) is sooooo obi-wan attic wife coded. “dog teeth” is also very anakin to me. the line “he handed me a pair of pliers, and he told me to pull out his teeth” always reminds me of the sw novel (i forget which one) where anakin begs obi-wan to take the force away from him. a few of my other favorites are snake, 700 club, and sleepy towns & cemeteries.

[trashcatsnark]

OC Songs! Aidan V. Becker!~

I was tagged by the precious @tarmac-rat and the just as lovely @beammeupbroadway

I have a very chonky playlist that you can find here, but heres a handful of selections

Tremble by LPX (Also kind of my headcanon of what Aidan's singing voice sounds like)

I don't wanna tear your heart out But I'm edging on a breakdown I've been up and down the same route Too afraid of the fall out I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Keep holding my breath blue, how better can I show you What can I do to cut through, falling fast but I can't move I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Wish I could purge you out I'm sick with doubt, god help me now

Two by The Antlers (prefer the acoustic version on youtube tbh)

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare You were just a little kid and they cut your hair Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying They should have listened, they thought that you were lying Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

Can I Leave Me Too by The Greeting Committee

I'm scared of myself without you I'll change my ways for a few days if it means you'll stay I'm filthy, creepy, clingy for you always

If you go, can I go with you? If you leave me, can I leave me too? I'm afraid that I might need you If you go, can I go with you?

Good Girls by CHVRCHES

Is it easier when you don't have to count to ten? When you don't have to pretend? I want to know that feeling Is it easier when you don't have to start again? When you don't want to make amends? I want to know that feeling

Good girls don't cry And good girls don't lie And good girls justify but I don't Good girls don't die And good girls stay alive And good girls satisfy but I won't

Fast Talk by Dawn Golden (Jackie and Aidan vibes)

And everyone who knows our name Says that we ain't ever gonna change They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs? Then we better run

Baby Teeth by Flower Face (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

If I can't hold you like a lover I won't hold you at all The tide is turning on you, baby, and I feel nothing anymore If we could stay this way forever would it ever be enough? I wear your bruises on my shoulder now forever and evermore

Your lip got split, spill grenadine kisses, the codeine kids got you down Picking fights with the devil, you know, you've got a real smart mouth Driving you home from the bar and you're touching my face but I don't make a sound

Hope In Hell by Black Pistol Fire (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

It's over now, you see Keep pulling at my seams Fuck you and the horse you rode in on Down on my luck But I never really had none I soften up the blow It only goes to show Useless to try

Only my mind, I think you got that too You can have it all But how much do you wanna lose?

Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things

You're cold on the inside There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

Sorry by Nothing But Thieves (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

I broke your heart so carelessly But made the pieces part of me And now it hurts what we've become 'Cause you taught me how to love It's me who taught you how to stop

And so many fucking more, I could fill a book, but here's a few

[neonatenecromancer]

DogTeeth by Nicole Dollanganger

He handed me a pair of pliers,

And told me to pull out his teeth,

Because as long as he had them,

He’d use them to do bad things,

You’re cold on the inside,

There’s a dog in your heart,

And it tells you to tear everything apart,

My body’s covered in teeth marks,

Your bites worse than your bark,

You ruin everything you touch,

And destroy anyone you love,

You’re all over me,

He’s sunk his teeth into the flesh of many others,

Infecting them with whatever was already inside him,

He’d broken all their hymens,

Cut them open and played inside them,

He’d hollowed out their bodies,

So they’d feel just as empty as him,

You’re cold on the inside,

There’s a dog in your heart,

And it tells you to tear everything apart,

Your draw blood just to taste it,

You hold bones just to break them,

You ruin everything you touch,

And destroy anyone you love,

You’re all over me,

[punisheye]

He's shuddering in the sidecar, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead into his eye and onto the metal of the bike, two fingers lodged into a bullet hole in his stomach to try and dig the damn thing out before his healing closes the bit of metal inside permanently. "Could-- could you try to-- ah-- be less bumpy for-- for a sec?"

It's getting dark. The last dregs of sunlight reach out weakly from the horizon, a glow of pink and orange against the growing navy. With it comes that bitter nighttime desert chill. He doesn't really feel it right now, whipping past his face and making his ears burn as he tears through the desert like a madman, his bike roaring, sand spitting up behind them. He has a white-knuckled grip on the handles and his teeth are clenched so tight his jaw is starting to ache.

They were jumped by bandits about an ile back. Tracked into the middle of the desert and then ambushed. Vash had suffered the worst of the assault, because he got in the way of a bullet meant for Wolfwood, while Wolfwood came out of it with a slice on his cheek with minimal bleeding. The other guys are worse off, but they're alive due to Vash's insistence. Wolfwood's pissed about the entire situation.

There are no settlements for iles and neither of them really carry around first aid because they don't ever really need it on the go. But now Vash is sitting there with a goddamn bullet in his gut and Wolfwood's speeding through the desert to find somewhere they can stop to dig it out.

"Get yer damn fingers out of there!" He barks, ignoring the request. "Fuckin' seriously! Don't piss me off more!"

He only speeds up more. On the horizon he can make out a vague shape in the dark, a small building that looks unoccupied. No lights. When he gets closer he notes it's an abandoned gas station. There's no plant for it nearby. They probably had to pack up and leave. If it hasn't been looted completely, he'll just grab things from inside. Wolfwood skids to a rough stop out front and cuts the engine off, and practically kicks the doors off their hinges.

It takes some throwing things around to find anything. A roll of bandages. A pair of pliers when he really goes digging. Not much else. Wolfwood clicks his tongue and marches out, finding Vash crouched beside his bike trying to dig into his gut fucking again.

"C'mon," he grumbles, kneeling in front of him and smacking his hands away. He's surprisingly careful with what he does here: fumbling with the buttons of that coat so he can reach underneath easier, pulling the shirt underneath up enough to expose the wound. It's still bleeding around the bullet. Vash has some weird freaky alien healing shit going on, but...

Wolfwood can't help but worry. He scowls, reaching into the wound with the pliers to wrench the bullet out. It's shiny with blood. He tosses it into the sand and he uses his hand to stall the bleeding until he can tear a bit of the bandage from the roll he found with his teeth, replacing his hand with it. He uses water from his canteen to clean off the blood from his hands and the gash on Vash's forehead. Wolfwood's far from a doctor, but he knows not to worry too much about that one. Head wounds always bleed a lot.

"Don't run in front of bullets, dumbass," he bites out, fixing the buttons of Vash's coat back into place. Wolfwood meets his eyes and his hands linger on his coat, and then come up to Vash's shoulders to firmly say, "Be more careful."

... He's worried. He's always fucking worried. Not even because this guy's brother told him to protect him, but because somewhere along the way he actually started giving a real damn about his well-being. Wolfwood doesn't want to see him hurt. It's all irresponsible and infuriating, a jumble of frustrating emotions, but he can't help it.

The tremble in his voice is minute, but it's there, when he lets out a shaky breath, drops his head, and says, "Please."

[cl0ud-br1ans]

1. I want people to call me Annie but they won’t do it for some reason

2. September 14th!!

3. 1 year and 5 months, still going (:

4. They both die at the end, reading the prequel right now!

5. Nothing specific really just me as a whole sometimes

6. Ryan Reynolds (obviously), Cole Sprouse maybe, Ryan Gosling, Chris Hemsworth maybe, Ethan Cutkosky

7. Margot Robbie, Sadie Sink, Maya Hawke, Billie Eilish

(None are actually crushes, they’re all to old for me, but these celebrities seem really nice)

8. Veterinarian or something to do with art

9. Trying new foods ig I haven’t done much

10. I’m allergic to cold, it’s actually pretty common and happens because of sensitive skin

11. High: Talking to a vet about getting a job at a clinic Low: My mom yelling about me not doing anything and asking if I’m mentally I’ll lol

12.Alaska, Maine, Italy, maybe Paris

13. Listen to music and read fanfics

14. YouTube andSketchbook

15. A person (maybe)

16. My face when I’m wearing glasses

17. Drawing and making stories

18. Making friends

19. When I was kid I told my parents I saw a narwhal at the beach

20. The milky way smells like rum and raspberries because it has the chemical ethyl formate which is responsible for the taste of raspberries

21. My dad probably

22. My art supplies

23. A friend from kindergarten

24. I’m not an adult yet but I felt like one the first time I bought stuff with my own money

25. Right now I play volleyball and tennis, I used to do golf, gymnastics, boxing, tap dance, acro, ballet, and probably more that I don’t remember

26. Mostly fine

27. Definitely a night owl

28. Depends, I think you can but I don’t think it can be a deep love without knowing someone

29. He handed my a pair of pliers and told me to pull out his teeth Because as long as he had them he’d use them to do bad things - Dog teeth by Nicole Dollanganger (the whole song is great)

30. Listening to music and pretending I don’t exist

31. Nicole Dollanganger, Mitski, and Madds Buckley

32. Loud noise and being around a lot of people

33. People looking at my phone over my shoulder

34. Thinking about what happens after death

35. Quiet

36. What’s your favorite space fact?

Question Game

Are we tired of these yet?

What is your nickname?

When is your birthday?

What was your longest relationship?

What is your favorite book?

What is something you're insecure about?

5 Male celebrity crushes

5 Female celebrity crushes

What is your dream job?

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

How do you de-stress?

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Describe yourself in one sentence.

What do you think makes you attractive?

What is something you're really good at?

What is something you're really bad at?

A time that you told a lie.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Who knows you the best?

What is your most prized possession?

What is your longest friendship?

When did you first feel like an adult?

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

How are you feeling right now?

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Favorite song lyrics right now?

What does self care look like for you?

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

What makes you nervous?

What’s a pet peeve you have?

What will always make you cry?

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Free Pass! (Ask any question you want that's not on the list)

[heyhelloitsmilo]

i forgot to title this

⚠️ warnings: milo standard fluff, bad day :(

💛 pairings: Hobie Brown x m!reader, race ambiguous

💫 summary: a bunch of (tiny) shitty things happen to you and you cry a lot (projecting) (i'm a little pathetic man and so are you)

💬 extra notes: written whenever i was crying/sad. sometimes a guy needs a hug

It all started with your art projects. You'd just obtained some beads to make some bracelets, and you were excited to use them. Work had been a little rough, so you could probably just make some fun things to unwind and chill out. So many ideas, color combinations, stupid lyrics to make in beads.

But you'd left the elastic at your work and forgotten to bring it home.

Well...

No matter! You'd wanted to make some boot chains and finally had the time and the materials to! Chain, a clasp, and... wait, you needed four more clasps to connect it to your boots. Hm... unless you were going to break some of your other chains, you didn't have more clasps.

Oh, but you dug up an old broken one and found two! So you could make one set, right?

Wrong.

Bending chain links apart was harder than it looked. You likely needed a stronger hand or another set of pliers that you... didn't have. Wondrous.

Well, maybe you could sit down and call with your friends at least...?

Fingers flew across the keyboard, asking if anyone wanted to join a voice call and chill and... everyone was busy.

With every passing moment, you felt your heart sinking. It wasn't like you could just talk to someone about it, they literally didn't have the time to at this moment.

And you didn't want to be a downer.

So you sat on your bed, the mattress dipping with your weight, a quiet creaking sound from the boards. The screen on your phone turned off without use. Tears stung at your eyes, your lower lip trembling for just a moment.

God, this was so stupid. You wanted to just 'man up' already. This was fine. Things happened.

But your brain really didn't believe that.

Your heart hurt. Salty tears rolled down your face. A crippling feeling of sheer... loneliness filled your lungs.

So you did the only thing you knew you could. And within the hour, a rattling thump sounded on your fire escape. Rapping knuckles against glass rang out through your apartment.

"Open up, love."

You sniffled, shuffling out of your room and to your window, your eyes meeting your partner's.

There he stood, a backpack slung over his shoulder, silk bonnet covering his wicks. Hobie motioned for you to open the window, a hand on his hip.

"C'mon, baby. Don't leave me hanging."

Two clicks, and the window slid open without any resistance. You stepped back to allow Hobie into your place, wiping your eyes on the back of your hand.

"...Hey."

You mumbled, voice quivering and strained. Your breath felt stuck in your throat.

Hobie shut the window behind him, his gaze softening.

"Can I touch?"

He murmured, a hand reaching out, hovering without touching you until you gave an answer. And when you nodded, he wiped the tears from your cheeks, his hands cupping your face.

"Hey, pretty boy. It's okay."

Hobie leaned in, pads of his thumb brushing against your cheeks. You hadn't yet told him what the hell'd happened, and yet here he was, comforting you.

Before you knew it, you'd fallen into Hobie's arms, messy, ugly sobs leaving you. He held you tight, sinking with you to the ground, dropping his bag to the floor to better hold you.

"It's okay. It's alright to cry."

Murmured whispers of validation and affection left his lips, his hand holding the back of your neck. Hobie pulled you between his legs, cradling you in his arms.

"It's alright, big guy. Take as much time as you need."

There in the dark, you held onto Hobie's worn-ass band shirt, quietly sobbing your eyes out. It felt better, now. Wasn't like you'd cried in a while. The steady thum-thump of Hobie's heart reverberated in your ears, his hands slowly tracing comforting shapes on your shoulder blade.

Shuddering, shaking breaths filled your empty lungs as your sobs quieted, the taste of salt in your mouth from the tears. Your knees hurt from kneeling on the ground. A headache began pounding at your skull, the crying having made you dehydrated.

God, you were a mess.

Hobie only patted your hair, pulling some of it out of your face. He wiped away your tears, cupping your cheeks in his rough palms again.

"D'you wanna listen to music and eat snacks?"

He asked softly, the piercings above his eyebrows glinting as he raised them.

"...I downloaded that album you sent me. I really liked it."

His voice had that gentle rasp to it, the kind you get when you're being all intimate and close. His thumb ran across your cheek, just under your eye to catch a stray tear.

You sniffled, your eyes meeting Hobie's. His expression almost made you melt.

"...Can we just sit like this for a while?"

You asked, your voice still wobbly and thick with tears. This sucked. Everything sucked. Your knees hurt.

"O'course. C'mere."

Hobie pulled you onto his lap, with a little finagling and a soft grunt, shifting to hold you comfortably in his arms. He pulled out an MP3 player from his bag, about the size of a hard drive. Black fingernails picked at a set of earbuds, undoing the neat coiling.

He offered you an earbud, plugging in the DC into the MP3 player and turning it on. Quiet clicking sounded as he clicked through a few menus, picking out the album you'd sent him.

"Good volume?"

He asked, putting in the other one.

"Mhm."

"Good."

He set aside the magic box of music, shifting to lean against the wall. He pulled you against him, hand resting on your shoulder.

"My ass hurts."

Hobie mumbled, to your amusement.

"What ass?"

"I'll turn the music off, you twat."

A weak chuckle left your lips as you whined a quiet, "noooo". Something about him made all your worries melt away.

Gods, you're gay. Yeah. You. Fuck you.

Hobie shuffled you around, lanky arms loosely around your figure. He snuggled in against your temple, silver piercings cool against your skin. His thumb gently rubbed against your arm, squeezing softly.

"What the fuck? I didn't shuffle it correctly."

He muttered under his breath as a song not in the album started playing. Fingers fiddled with the d-pad, clicking sounds flipping through menus yet again to shuffle the correct thing.

"Sorry, love."

Warm breath grazed across your temple as he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

You leaned against Hobie's body, mumbling something like 'no worries'. You tucked your head under Hobie's chin, closing your eyes.

A wave of comfort washed over you. The hollow feeling in your chest lessened to a dull ache that barely hurt.

"It's okay to feel sad, love. You're allowed to feel."

Hobie's voice rumbled softly, like a comforting mug of hot cocoa, smooth and warm.

"You aren't weak for crying over 'little things'. They happen. And it's okay to process and experience them."

Thin fingers delicately traced over your skin, just under the hem of your sleeve. Enough to keep your attention.

"I love you."

You sniffled, the tears beginning to start again.

"Even when I'm all teary and gross and on the floor?"

Hobie's fingertips delicately brought your face up, leaning back to meet your eyes. His lips pulled into a smile at the sight of you, his dark eyes soft.

"Even when you're all teary and gross and on the floor."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to the corners of your eyes, kissing away whatever remaining tears. The coolness of his jewelry made you shiver.

"I'm not all that good with prose or verse, but... I love you. With all my heart.

You're everything to me."

Dear gods, those tears were threatening to fall, and the eye contact was not making it any easier. You sniffled like the pathetic little guy you were, a smile tugging at your frowning lips.

"Don't cry."

Hobie chuckled, wiping away your constantly falling tears with the palms of his hands. He smiled with amusement at your strange expression, thumbs wiping at the corners of your eyes.

"Stop it."

He shifted where he sat, slipping his hands under your armpits to lift you up like a cat. He moved you around to sit sideways, with you sitting between his thighs.

You wiped at your eyes, blinking away the tears.

"Sorry.."

Your voice wavered, quickly quieted by Hobie's finger pressing against your lips. He then lifted his hand off.

And then pressed his entire hand to your face, gripping it lightly and shaking gently.

"Don't be sorry, you pathetic little man."

He chuckled, poking your forehead.

"I love you. This shit comes with the territory."

Hobie's words brought a smile to your face, sniffling quietly with the music still playing. He kissed the tip of your nose. Your breath shook with quieting sobs, your heartbeat echoing in your head, a drumming beat against the music.

"I love you too."