#Hope y’all have been doing alright tho

[green-tea-lemonade]

Maybe the real girl dinner is the arms we’ve chewed on the way

[norrisainz33]

New Girl || GR63

☆ summary: george has got himself a new partner and fans are obsessed but can’t seem to find her on social media

☆ pairing: george russell x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for taking the time to request 🤍

☆ part 2 here

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f1gossip: looks like george russell has been getting cozy with his new partner over summer break! here’s what we know so far about gr63’s new girl: 1) her name is y/n, 2) she’s not famous (that we can verify), and 3) she has no social media. if any of you have any information, let us know!

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user1: so it IS possible to be a wag and not be a famous model. there is hope 😫

user2: when is it my turn ?!!?!?!!!

user3: how is it possible she has no socials

user4: i went through all of george’s followers and can’t find a single one that looks like her

user5: i have dug through every pocket of the internet and can’t find her either

user3: honestly if we can’t find her then she def isn’t on here bc y’all are like the fbi

user6: oh to be a normal girl AND be george russell’s partner

user8: she’s living my dream

user9: if she goes to zandvoort one of y’all BEST ask her some questions

user10: or at least get some photos 😭

user11: i’m like 90% sure she went to uni with my brother - he says he recognizes her from one of his classes. so she MAY have gone to [insert university]

user9: obsessed with these CRUMBS

user10: y/n if you see this we accept u with open arms

user12: maybe just maybe george will hard launch over break so we can get more crumbs

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alex_albon: georgie mate when am i going to meet this girl???

georgerussell63: she might be at zandvoort! we’re taking things a bit slow

alex_albon: says the man who has paparazzi photos of him and his girl sucking face

georgerussell63: alright alright fair point. y/n is just really shy and i don’t want to overwhelm her. maybe we do something low key together during break ?

alex_albon: i get it mate don’t worry!

landonorris: 👀

georgerussell63: 🤭

danielricciardo: oooo who is this?

georgerussell63: my girl ☝🏻

danielricciardo: thank you captain obvious 🧡

lilymhe: she’s so cute!! can’t wait to meet her 🤍

georgerussell63: you’re gonna love her. alex and i planned a double date for the 4 of us 😉

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user1: IS THAY GEORGE

user2: GEORGE AND Y/N SPOTTED??????

user3: this is the first time anyone has posted georgey/n that is NOT a gossip account ,, this is a huge day for annoying ppl (me)

georgerussell63: it was so good to see you both!

lilymhe: likewise! y/n is so sweet. you should keep her

georgerussell63: trust me, i plan on it

user4: thanks for feeding us georgey/n crumbs

user5: lily imma need you to spill the beans! i won’t tell a soul i promise

user5: ok i lied i definitely will tell people

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user8: she’s hot i see why you’ve been gatekeeping

user9: the hard launch we’ve all been waiting for

yourbff: ok this is so cute 🥹

georgerussell63: she is the cutest

landonorris: ohhhh she made the non private story i see things are getting serious

georgerussell63: perhaps 👀

landonorris: you better bring her by mclaren in zandvoort i wanna meet her

georgerussell63: only if you promise to be normal mate

landonorris: when am i not?

georgerussell63: 🙄

user11: george russell when i catch you

user12: quick drop her @

user14: wow george i thought we had something special!

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georgerussell63: if only summer break lasted forever. off to the races we go! see you all in Zandvoort 💪🏻

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user12: SHES MADE IT TO AN INSTA POST

user8: still no tags tho she must really not be on socials

user9: and honestly,, good for her

user12: i wonder what it’s like to not be chronically online

user13: omg y/n!!!!!

mercedesamgf1: looking forward to seeing you back out on the track!

georgerussell63: can’t wait 😍

user33: summer break george you will always be famous

lilymhe: omg look it’s my new best friend

georgerussell63: wow i’m flattered

lilymhe: NOT talking about you

user45: he’s made it insta post official

user56: oh to be on a boat with the george russell

lewishamilton: ready for a strong second half of the season!

georgerussell63: 💪🏻

user27: y/n is the blueprint fr

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f1gossip: y/n attended her first grand prix! here are some photos of her from the weekend and an anonymous update from a fan who was at the gp: “y/n was one of the sweetest wags i’ve ever met. she was very shy and unsure of the all the attention but throughout all of the interactions with fans she was super kind and attentive in ways she definitely didn’t have to be. a few of us asked her some questions and this is what we got: she’s from [insert home country] which you can tell immediately by her accent, she doesn’t have any social media and her and george met while she was on vacation in barcelona ahead of the gp in spain.”

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user22: oh my god shes so pretty wtf

user65: i’m so jealous of her,, she literally cracked the code

user99: i met her in zandvoort! she was so shy but literally so kind it was ridiculous. she told me she liked my george friendship bracelet so i gave it to her and you can see it in the first pic. she then proceeded to give me a bracelet she made 😭

user89: omg obsessed with her already

user77: wait this is so sweet?

user75: god i see what you have done for others

user47: brb booking tickets to monza and gonna walk around looking confused till i find myself a hot f1 boyfriend

user66: genuinely begging someone to get the story of how they met

georgerussell63: we were at a cafe in barcelona, i was in a rush and talking on the phone while grabbing a cup of tea (mistake) and i turned too quickly on my way out and ran directly into y/n making a complete and utter mess. she apologized to me for like 2 minutes straight even though i was the one who messed up and ruined her dress so i told her id buy her a new one after i realized i was talking to the prettiest girl i’d ever seen and the rest was history

user66: GEORORGE WHAT ARE YOU SOING HERE

user57: ohhhhhhh my god this is so cute

yourbff: can confirm it was really cute 🥹

user34: the meet cute to end all meet cutes wtf

user23: i also met her at zandvoort and i asked her how it felt to be living every tumblr blogs dream life and she laughed and said she knows she’s super lucky and won the lottery with meeting george 😫

user43: ok we stan tf out of her

user96: mother behavior

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yourbff: now that my bestie is a niche internet micro celebrity, here’s some pics from the infamous barcelona trip (don’t worry, she as approved the post and says hi to you all)

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user1: two pretty best friends

user2: now we’re talkin , this is the sorta content we needed

user3: oh my god!!! it’s y/n!!!!! hi y/n 👋🏻

user6: quick someone convince her to make an account

yourbff: i’m working on it 😫

georgerussell63: i 🤍 barcelona too

yourbff: aww george 🥹 -y/n

user89: HELP SHES LIKE TOTO YSING SOMEONE ELSES WCCOUNT

user14: i���m obsessed with this

user39: hi y/n!! welcome to the wonderful world of being a mercedes fan 🫣

user40: everyone say thank you yourbff for the y/n post!

user98: thank you 🤭

user27: thank you mother

user76: making sure we are fed fr

user45: 📝go to barcelona to find hot bf

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated! still slowly working through requests

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[birdyisthewordyy]

HELLOOO this is my first request.. 😔

Like can you make a thing where the reader (please make it a fem reader for this one) is mascular fem reader and how the mouthwash crew will be react or be with the reader😻

if you can do this pleasee do it!! This has been just on my mind..

(I'm sorry if I couldn't describe it pretty well but I hope you understand it👅🙏)

a/n: I went ahead and combined two asks because they were pretty similar I HOPE THATS OKAY!! ANYWAY I love these askS MUSCULAR WOMEN FTW

Tulpar crew with a muscular! Fem! Reader

Curly

He can still lift you up easy peasy

Loves doing weightlifting with you

Brags on you

“My girlfriend can bench press 400!”

When you get sore he runs a hot bath for you

With rose petals and Epsom salts

Watches movies with you and gives you massages

Anything for his girl

You two have a friendly competition to see how much you can lift

The gym hates to see y’all coming

Or loves to

You kind of brighten up the atmosphere with your mushy couple junk

Y’all are matched in arm wrestling

You try every day

Never works

You just stay there with your arms shaking

Lol

He’s ecstatic to have another workout buddy though

Especially one that doesn’t take it as seriously as Jimmy

Jimmy

Speak of the devil himself

He’s jealous

Right off the bat he’s jealous of you

Because he could never achieve that physique

His metabolism is too fast

And it pisses him off

He eventually comes around

Makes underhanded comments sometimes though

Meanie

He might weightlift with you

You’re a good spotter he has to admit

Encouraging and all that

Despite how jacked you are you are pretty feminine

Which he enjoys

He likes that you dress up and do makeup and all that

And if you’re not he appreciates how…

Eugh

“Drama free” you are

One of those guys

Yikes

You love him though

Swansea

Swansea didn’t grow up in a generation where women could just pick up a weight and start growing muscle

Despite this he thinks it’s badass

He’d never say that but he does

Appreciates your commitment

Maybe even attracted to it idk

An excellent cook so he makes things for you if you’re hungry after lifting

Makes banger soups

He’s pretty strong himself

But doesn’t work out too often

Just enough and if he feels like it

He’s got a bad back so nothing crazy

Take this man to a chiropractor

If you use protein powder he doesn’t understand it

“Back in my day we had to work for what we got!”

You try to explain it’s not like steroids

But he is NOT having it

Sometimes you go overboard though

And he does worry for you

“Just…be careful, alright? Don’t want you exhausting yourself on me.”

Daisuke

Daisuke is also just a little bit jealous

He gets over it though

He buys you one of those giant water bottles that have words of encouragement on the sides

Says it’s like he’s there with you

You love this boy

Would be like

“Oh yeah? Can YOUR partner do 50 pushups? (Name), show em!”

Makes you personalized playlists

Eye of the Tiger is definitely on there

Along with Wheels on the Bus

He giggles when he hears it coming from your headphones

You just look at him like WTF

Would be your spotter

Very encouraging

“You can do it! Two more!”

Fists in the air

Tries to fist bump you

You are exhausted I fear

Would sit on your back while you do push-ups

To prove a point

What point? Idk

Anya

Anya has tried working out in the past and never really got into a routine

She’s a little bit out of shape so she’s at least happy that you know what you’re doing

Buys you sweatbands with pretty little designs on them

Also makes you protein shakes in the morning

Without you asking

May try to work out with you

Gets extremely sore though

Anya with a ponytail is cute tho

She can’t do push-ups

Like physically she just collapses

It’s not even that she’s weak

She’s actually quite strong physically

And mentally too but that’s not the point

She almost beat you once in arm wrestling

She just gets tired easily

Little chubby

Totally not projecting again

Hee hee

[juliasturnz]

“A simple call”

M.S x y/n

🜸 - i forgot to thank y’all but oh my god? 100 followers is so muchhh! I’m so grateful for every single one of you🤍

★ - summary:

you’re having the depression loop again, all you wanna do is lay in bed and cry. You need to do it again. You just need to, luckily someone caught you just in the right time

༆ - Warnings!:

Sh moment! (Doing it!!!) mention of sh (and sh on its own), crying, depression, comfort talk (does that exist? 😭), use of y/n!!

✫彡 writers note:

This is slightly personal, I hope y’all enjoy it!

Im so sorry for not posting! School has started and I really need to focus. Trying my best to post as much as possible. ♥️

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Your laying down in your messy bed, not normal messy with like blankets everywhere, or some clothing here and there. But your bed was dirty, dust everywhere, makeup brushes, old food. Whatever disgusting thing you could think of. But did you notice at all? No.

You have been in a suffocating loop, for what you feel like months. Everything has been more exhausting than ever, you don’t even remember what the last time you showered was. Or even brushed your hair, since you didn’t knew where your brush even is.

And most of all, you had a boyfriend you haven’t been texting at all. Reaching out to your phone was already to much to bare.

You were not new in a relationship with Matt. But it wasn’t like you have been ages with him, but you felt like all you could do is sink in your bed. And sometimes, maybe even barely get some food.

You really wanted Matt to know what was going on and help you, but you could find such a big comfort in your sad and dark feelings. You always felt like you deserved it. All of it.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Something felt different this morning, a urge. no you have done this to much, you promised Matt to stop. this isn’t healthy. But it’ll make the pain go away, does it tho? Nobody cares. Do it.. do it.. do it.. do it.. do it..

your mind couldn’t stop racing, you felt yourself shaking, not scared. Adrenaline, am I gonna do it?

You find yourself zoning out, your mind still racing, but the urge is way to big. You need to stop your mind. You have to. Otherwise is isnt gonna stop right?

Your cold feet hitting the messy and covered floor, still thinking about every move you make. You’ve decided, you open that drawer. The drawer, your hand is shaking, but not only from adrenaline, definitely more emotions. But it’s calling your name. The comfort you didn’t knew you needed all these suffocating months, all these horrible days. This was the way.

You pick out the perfectly sharp blade, your fingers trailing the blade slightly, its perfect.

you are lumber to the cold bathroom that you remember oh so well, you aren’t gonna look in the mirror. Maybe that will change your mind, that’s not what you wanted. You didn’t wanna see your messy and ugly face either, so you just sat against the counter.

you lean your head against the cold counter top, you look at the ceiling. Still your mind racing, still the same thoughts. Everything was so quiet. Except for your mind

Frustration is coming up to you, deeply. Why are you doing this? This is the way. You’re sure. This is it right? You linger your eyes around the already healed scars, you needed more.

Finally it hit the skin, finally the voices were gone, finally you felt relieve.

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open, “oh no my baby shit.” Matt drops his stuff en runs to you to the bathroom. You are still in complete disbelief, how didn’t you hear him? This couldn’t be true, this isn’t happening.

“Oh my baby, my baby no no no no.” Matt is in full panic mode, he never had experienced you on the bathroom floor, not like this.

“H-here let me c-clean you up alright? Y- you’re gonna be okay.” His voice has never been this shaky, he’s stumbling over shampoo bottles, old towels and dirty laundry. And you haven’t been in this much disbelief. Ever.

You couldn’t say a word, not a single one. For the next 20 minutes Matt has been holding you in his arms. Warm in your fresh made bed, what he made for you. With the new stuffed animal he was going to surprise you with.

He helped you with everything, helping you get up, rinsing the mess, helping you shower. Everything you didn’t knew you needed, all you needed was him.

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Your laying down, staring at the ceiling. You didn’t felt relieve, not a little bit. All you felt was guilt and shame. You didn’t want Matt to find you like this, that was the last his beautiful soul deserved.

“How are you feeling pretty.” He was cleaning your room, he did all this for you. You couldn’t believe it.

You didn’t know how to answer, so you just didn’t, Matt turned his face around to face you. He comes up to you, joins you in the bed. And hugs you tighter then ever.

He gives you a slight kiss on your head. “You know, you don’t have to say anything. Just know I love you in any way.”

Your laying hopeless curled up in a ball underneath his warm and comforting arms, this was all you needed, a simple call.

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I’m sorry this is so heavy to take on, + sorry it is this short. I just felt this was the right ending. I’m so grateful for each one of y’all, please remember my dms are open!

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[beemochi-art]

Thoughts on the transformers one movie?

Me? you wanna here my thoughts about the TF one?

SURE!!

First off the movie looks amazing, the ost is incredible, the voice acting is pretty good and the writing is Awesome! The pacing a little fast, the story movie kinda quickly which is fine, I’d rather have a fast movie then a slow one.

You can tell the actors really cared about this movie, I have never seen actors get this much into the marketing for anything! Brian Tyree Henry did an amazing job for Megatron, by far he was the best.

There was plenty of action! The fighting and weight of the character was great, you can tell they were really hitting each other hard. This movie had a lot of love put into it. Incredible watching experience.

D16 was the star of the show! In my opinion at least! They were able to capture the innocence and the loss of that innocence really well. The slight character tics also didn’t get past me and did a lot to add to the emotions the character were showing.

I loved this movie, and I will be watching more as soon as I can! I accidentally missed that end credits scene. We were just too excited and wanted to talk about it!

!!SPOILER REVIEW!! ⬇️

Alright! This movie fulfill something the fans have been asking for year for. The Orgin of Optimus prime and Megatron on the big screen. We all knew it was going to be a tragedy! Whether you ship Megop or not, we can all appreciate the loss of someone close, when we think we know someone but then seemingly out of nowhere, they flip. But I assure you, the flip was not out of no where.

But before I get to the main two I want to talk about everyone else first.

ELITA AND BEE

Sorry Oplita fans, Elita is on a path to get that promotion and get that bag! Elita is in fact a mean boss babe, but that not all she is. She is a strong and determined worker. Even tho she is one of the lower classes bots she does everything with a sense of pride, no matter what she’s doing. She cares a lot, her gruff and aggressive attitude may try to hide it but I see past that. Although she really didn’t have an arc to her character you know? Idk I might have to watch it again.

Bee is the goofster to the group. Very cute and very funny. He really didn’t have an arc either and I wish he did. Bee was mostly there to serve as the comedic relief. And honestly I think we all needed. He wasn’t ever too annoying or obnoxiously stupid. I very much enjoyed him!

Sentinel Prime

God what a fantastic villain he was! Kinda sad he died. I always knew Dee would kill him. He was just as pompous and trashy diplomat as I hoped. Such good lines from him. He died like a dog and couldn’t be happier. We didn’t get to see his alt mode which made me kind of sad. He’s like a mega church pastor! They are usually secretly evil. Him turning the tides of the battle with the primes is something else dude.

ORION

Oh god here we go. His character was just fantastic! I’m really happy we are getting an origin story. His personality being the adventurists, rowdy, troublesome questioner is so cool! And such a big contrast to the usual iterations of Orion pax. He’s stray kitten coded. His young age makes him optimistic, selfish and naive. It also causes him to mistreat Dee; having the best intentions of course, even tho he completely disregards what Dee feels. It started off as him just wanting to be seen and help his people to everything quickly getting out of hand and him losing his best friend. I’m sure he regrets making Dee participate in that race. His issue just being childlike innocence and being self centered.

DEE (aka Dean. Aka Megatron.)

Oh god y’all aren’t ready for this one!

Dee starts off as the goodest boy. Will of whimsy! But like most villains all it takes is one bad day. Oh Dee you poor thing. If robots could cry he would have like four times in this movie.

Good Christian boy. Followed the rules, didn’t ask questions and had unwavering love for the Primes. Megatronus and Sentinel being the big two.

It’s cool to think of Dee eyes being a dead giveaway to how he’s feeling. Betraying him even in the final scene.

“NO, I WANT TO KILL HIM!”

This part! This is my favorite part of the whole movie. Dee had the audience full attention. The desperation, sadness and anger in his voice. Fantastic! As D16’s friend, this needed to be addressed immediately. But I can understand Orion not knowing what to say or how to comfort him, cause as a kid yourself what do you even say to that?? Orion always knew something was wrong, he was the questioner, but to Dee this was his life. To Orion, Sentinel Prime’s betrayal wasn’t that deep. But this was Dee’s life, he followed them without question, just to see his hero struck down in cold blood. His anger is something Orion can’t comprehend, he never knew he had that in him. I think Orion could probably right this off the first time but it wouldn’t be that last time D16 would start scaring Orion.

I’ve always heard people describe Dee has flipping his personality. There is no flip. Dee is deceptively passive. His whole life has been flipped and need Orions support. But sadly that moment would never show up. I don’t even think Orion would know how to go about it since he was so focused on his goal. My mom said Orion was a bit irritating because  he couldn’t properly read his friend.

At first I thought he had carved this into himself. Which is bad, really bad. But I think Sentinel doing it to him actually makes it worse. He hasn’t just mutilated Dee once, But twice. He took something he liked, something that was special, something that was a symbol of him and Orions friendship and made it cause him pain. It’s like the last of his innocence being taken away from him.

So when he was trying to kill Sentinels and Orion was holding him back he said “He needs to die.” And that last part sounding so emotional hits so hard. He loved Sentinel. You can hear the hurt and sadness in his voice for megatronus prime, sentinel the other miners, but mostly for himself. And almost all that hurt Orion had to say “you’ll be like sentinel.”

Oh brother that was no the move. Immediately upon it being compared to sentinel by his best friend, the rage returned. Blinded by his rage he accidentally shot Orion.

Finally we have Megatron. Bro is on his Kratos arc. Sentinel was driven by greed. Megatron is driven by his hate and anger.

This by far the best transformers movie. I think ever.

[littledollll]

Wishful thinking

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this started as a smut and then I realized I kinda didn’t wanna write that. So have some light angst?

This is the last all written fic I have so y’all might have to wait extra long for the next one😭 I hope you enjoy tho!

Warnings: not much, a little angst, nudity (barely).

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As one of the many servants of Lucifer Morningstar, you have many jobs. They vary from day to day, unless of course Lucifer were to hand pick you for certain works. Which is precisely what started to happen.

You’d have to be stupid not to notice that Lucifer had chosen to have you around them at any and all times. Taking away the petty jobs another simple maid could handle and taking you as their personal assistant with any and all needs.

Lucifer was not a difficult person to work for, surprisingly enough. They were charming and cunning. Everything you did was somehow amusing to them, because you suppose that in their eyes you’re just an assistant, a little maid. There was a condescending air about them. But not because they think they are superior, simply because they are. And naturally that power radiates from their being.

“I have a request for you, my dear.” At your quick nod in confirmation and willingness, Lucifer continued. “I’m feeling particularly tense tonight, and was hoping you’d be willing to accompany me for the night.”

When Lucifer’s request reached your mind, your thought response was to be overly formal. You had a choice, yes. But this was for your lord, your master. It was rare to reject a request from them. You agreed, not out of duty, maybe out of curiosity. You didn’t quite understand what was so intimate about it that they specifically needed you for it.

Without even needing to voice it, Lucifer answered your question. “I will admit something, a little more vulnerable perhaps. But I’ve been itching for a bit of company. I think you’re well suited to provide just that.” Not a moment of a pause before, “And you’re a pretty little thing. I do enjoy having something nice to look at.”

There was really no arguing with that logic. It did feel flattering that Lucifer found you to be pretty.. you can’t deny the slight fluttering in your stomach at the thought of that. It felt like quite the compliment. “So would you indulge me this once, stay after your duties?”

You nodded at their words when you noticed you had been far too lost in your own thoughts, making Lucifer give you an amused smile. “I will do my absolute best, my lord.”

“…I wouldn’t mind it if you just called me Lucifer, for today.” Their voice was so soft. But not in the familiar way. Lucifer was almost always soft spoken after all. But there was something tender about their voice.

“Alright then.. Lucifer.” It felt odd in every way possible. But the smile that grazed their lips at it almost made it worth it. Surely you were damn good at your job if you managed to crack a genuine smile out of them. “What would you like us to do, then?”

There’s about a million things that come to mind when at the thought of keeping them company, so what did Lucifer mean by it? What did they want from you?

They looked at you, seeming unsure aswell. For the first time ever, you saw the lord of hell shrug their shoulders. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal but is such an oddly laid back, casual action from them, it made you hide a giggle with a smile, and Lucifer chuckled in response.

“Why are you the amused one now? I’m not sure I enjoy being on the receiving end of such a look.” “Ah, I think it’s good you learn how it feels then. Because, in case you were unaware that’s practically how you look at everyone. So very condescending.”

Lucifer looked as if they were analyzing for a second, making them look horribly serious compared to before and you were afraid you crossed a line. That is, until they spoke again. “Is that so? I suppose it’s part of my nature.”

“You did it again!” “You didn’t answer my question.” Oh, right. “It’s nothing- It just feels a little odd to see you being so casual..? I guess that’s the word for it.” Your words came out a bit mumbled as you moved around the room and actually did your job. They specified that it was after you completed your work, after all. So no slacking would be welcome.

“Is it jarring? To actually see me as just another person and not your lord, for once?” The genuine curiosity of their question caught your attention.

“I wouldn’t say I separate you as my lord and you as a being. But there’s something more laid back about you when you’re not actively trying to be the lord of hell… it feels like there’s a difference between Lucifer and the lord Morningstar.”

They merely hummed at your words. Keeping quiet for a moment. You felt theirs eyes on your every step but thought nothing of it.

“I feel as if there’s a difference too. You dropping the titles and professionalism makes you more… care free, maybe?” It made sense. You didn’t feel like you or your work were being reviewed, even if you were watched. “Maybe.”

As you walked towards them, Lucifer immediately stood. And the more personal part of your routine began. Lucifer would be stripped of their clothes with the utmost care as you assisted them with their wings, it was always the most complicated part.

Their signature and stunning red silk robe hung from the door of their luxurious bathroom. As you walked past it, Lucifer got into the already prepared and perfect bath.

They knew it was your job, but something about how you perfected every little detail for them made them think maybe you put in the extra effort for them.. on a more intimate level. But that was wishful thinking. And the lord of hell doesn’t have time for wishes.

The bath was sacred. A ritual of peace for them alone. So you shut the doors as you made your way out and finished the preparations throughout the rest of the bedroom.

The sheets were changed every night right before they slept, ensuring they’d be warm and fresh. Nothing but perfection for them. The pillows were fluffed, and everything was tidied into place and reviewed only by you. Lucifer trusted no other to do this.

You knew everything. You knew their room like you would your childhood home, their skin like the back of your hand, their habits and likes as if they were your own. Maybe that’s where their appreciation for you began. And then turned into something more. Something almost human. Was it weird to say they desired you? Not in the way they have desired any other. Not in any of the many sinful ways they can envision and you’d expect.

They desired a domestic life, with someone who knew them as well as you. Someone who tried as hard as you. Some who cared as much as you. You. Their darkest secrets include you at every corner. Not in this foolish servant and master relationship. Not as a superior and worker. But as equals. They wished for a life where they could offer you everything you do them and more.

But again, that’s just wishful thinking, and the devil doesn’t have time for wishes.

[calculatorloser]

a few of y’all req for this so here ya go i decided to write both povs bcos honestly i nvr knew how much i loved writing ffs even tho it’s not a lot of likes tysm all of y’all for reblogging/liking these little gestures motivate me to write more for y’all 🫶🫶 mwahh (pic not mine)

insecurities! you knew it wasn’t easy dating Gojo Satoru. it’s not that he’s the problem. But he’s just so pretty. So gorgeous. Who are you to even lay a hand on him? However, when you dated Gojo, he changed your entire perspective. He never cared about your looks or your flaws. You matched his freak, had the same humour, loved him dearly and that was all he ever cared about. But lately, you’ve been thinking about it. If you really were worthy enough to date him.

“Babeee are you doneee i’ve been waiting for like forever if you don’t hurry the diner is going to closeee” Gojo whines. “Yeah just a minute” frantically trying to brush the knots out of your hair. “You said that 5 minutes ago” “Well i have to look good for you don’t i?” he grunts laying on the couch. After waiting for eternity (it was only 20 minutes), you walked out of the door straightening out your dress. “Toru do you think this looks nice?” “You look good in anything” you smile at his response. “Don’t you think it’s a little tight?” You say trying to hide your stomach. “No baby i think it looks perfect let’s go” “okay”

Gojo's pov:

I waited for her for so long. Everytime i try to hurry her she tells me another minute. "Well i have to look good for you don't i?" She already looks so pretty and perfect the way she is i don't get why she has to doll herself up nicely it's not the first time i brought her to a fancy diner. After God knows how long she finally opens the door. And boy id be damn if i pass out right there and then. Her bouncy curls laying so perfectly on her chest. Her dress hugging her curves so nicely and the aroma of her fragrance lingering in the air. Strawberry shortcake? No Cherry blossoms. Whatever the perfume it's making me go wild.

your pov:

you stare at the table while Gojo tries to order. the both of y'all have been ordering food for the past 5 minutes. The waitress refusing to take the order and instead flirting with Satoru while being completely oblivious to your existence. "Your muscles are so big!You gym? in that case i recommend you trying out the steak high in protein and i promise you our chef will blow your mind with how well it's seasoned.""Oh? i'll take it then i have your word" he says. 'bla bla bla you thought rolling your eyes and staring at the window' "And for your sister?" "Oh no she's not my sister she's my girlfriend" Gojo corrects. "Oh. i see." her tone sounding more annoyed and disappointed. You frown at her 'mistake' you knew that she was aware the both y'all were together. Maybe she was just hoping for a miracle that theres a small possibility the two of y'all were not dating.'How rude you thought' "I suggest you have the salad then. It's low in calorie and contains protein" The waitress says eyeing your stomach. You were beyond shocked. How dare she? It definitely was on purpose. Gojo sensing the tension steps in. "Uh she'll have the same as me thank you" If not for Satoru, you would have stood up and left. When the food came, you had no appetite. Picking at the medium rare steak nibbling the coleslaw slowly. Gojo noticed your silence you weren't usually this silent. You usually talked about your day and kept making lame jokes at the table but today your lips were sealed shut. Not a single word was uttered while you picked at your food. "Hey you okay?" he asks. No response."Is it about the waitress?" No response. "Hey come on i'm sorry alright? Let's talk it out" He says concerned. "You see that lady and the white hair man over there? They are a couple" "What? Really? No way look at his muscles she's so flabby" "Yeah i know right? I could treat him way better we would look so much better together." You fought back tears when you overheard two waitresses gossiping at the counter behind you. You swallowed your saliva. "I need to go" you say "What? Why? You haven't touched your plate" You don't answer him. Taking your belongings and leaving the restaurant while frantically turning away at a desperate attempt to hide your tears. Tears welling up blurring your vision while the air suffocated you.

Gojo's pov:

She hasn't eaten anything. She kept poking her steak and nibbling at the remains of her coleslaw. Was she upset because i was staring at the waitress? Not like i was looking at her i was looking at her necklace. I think it would make a really nice jewelry on y/n. Or was she upset at the waitress's remarks? Thankfully i stepped in. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, i decided to say something. "Hey you okay?" No response. That's odd she usually tell me if she wasn't comfortable with something. She never gave me the silent treatment. It's definitely about the waitress. "Is it about the waitress?" Still no response. I really messed up big time huh. Did i forget a special occasion? no her birthday isn't until another week. Is it something from the past? It can't be. I made it up to her when i couldn't make it to our date and i made sure she was fine. "Hey come on i'm sorry okay?Let's talk it out" She didn't respond instead she packed her things and left. "I need to go" Was all she said. She looked like she was at the verge of tears.My six eyes sensed she was hiding something from me. I couldn't lose her like how i lost Suguru. No i won't let it happen again. I chase after her as she ran out of the door.

your pov:

I ran as i heard footsteps catching up to me. Is it Satoru? I didn't have time to think i stopped near the taxi stand and tried to flag for a taxi. I saw an incoming taxi and waved trying to get its attention.Just my luck. It drove past me. Satoru caught up to me holding my hand firmly. "Hey what's up with you today" His tone serious and concerned. "Not everyone is as beautiful as you okay" "What do you mean by that?" Tears were streaming down your cheeks like waterfall and you couldn't even bother to hold them back anymore. "It's just that.. You're way out of my league okay" "Did you not hear what the waitress said? She was basically flirting with you. Infront of me. I'm not a ghost you know." "Compared to you i look like a troll" The atmosphere grew quiet while you sobbed wiping your tears as Gojo stood there dumbfounded. "Hey hey i'm sorry alright?""Listen, if it's about the waitress's remarks i'll complain to their manager okay? And who said you looked like a troll. At the end of the day you're the only girl i love." He was right he never made you look bad. He placed his hand on your stomach. "And this?I think it's perfect. You aren't even that chubby. Even if you grow to be, i'll always love you no matter what.Your looks don't define my love for you remember that." He says words comforting like honey. He wiped your tears with his thumb pulling you in close for hug. And suddenly you didn't feel so suffocated instead, you felt warm. Your head on his chest as he soothes you.

Gojo's pov:

I ran after her. Damn she's fast. I finally caught up to her after she missed her cab. I held her hand firmly making sure she wouldn't run away. "Hey what's up with you today" i ask. "Not everyone is as beautiful as you okay" She say. I was shocked what did she mean by that? Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to make up words. "It's just that.. You're way out of my league okay did you not hear what the waitress said?She was basically flirting with you infront of me. I'm not a ghost you know" I stood stunned in silence my mouth agape at her sentence. I cant believe that's what she thinks. Has she looked in the mirror? If i could list everything i loved about her it will take me 3 days and 3 nights. How her lips are the perfect shade of pink. How her fingers are so slim and soft.Her skin fair while her cheeks blush with a tint of red. She's the one who's way out of my league. "Hey hey i'm sorry alright?" I comforted her while pulling her into my embrace. Ensuring her that she was perfect."Listen, if it's about the waitress's remarks i'll complain to their manager okay?" I can't believe she chooses to believe random lady over her boyfriend how silly. I place my hand on her stomach. "And this? I think it's perfect" I cant imagine the day she carries our baby in her stomach. Her round little tummy holding our precious child. Absolutely adorable.

Your pov:

After you've cooled down. Gojo decided to bring you for dessert to make you feel better. "Stay here i gotta do something first" "Okay" 10 minutes passed and you see him returning to the store a bouquet of flowers in his hand while he held a jewellery box. "OH MY GOODNESS TORU" When you opened the box, you were stunned eyes sparkling as you held the necklace up. "It's pretty right?" He says grinning. "It's so.. perfect." "thank you so much toru i love you so so much" "i love you too" He says tucking your hair behind your ear.

Gojo's pov:

I'm glad she's finally feeling better. I decided to bring her for dessert telling her i'll be right back. I headed to the restaurant demanding a manager complaining about the waitresses inappropriate remarks and behaviour. They agreed to take action and apologised for the incident. I stopped by Pandora to get her a silver necklace. 'How pretty' i thought to myself.Imagine how much more prettier it would look like on her neck. "Flowers for you sir?" I heard an old lady say. "These flowers are fresh and they could be ideal for your loved ones" In her hands she held y/n's favourite flower. How could i decline it? I purchased a bouquet of her favourite flowers while returning to the dessert store waiting to surprise her. Her eyes lit up at the sight i swear her eyes were sparkling as she squealed. Hypnotised at the silver jewelry as she couldnt pry her eyes off the it. "OH MY GOODNESS TORU" "it's so perfect" "thank you so much toru i love you so so much" "i love you too" i say tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "more than anything in the world" i whisper.

omggg this took me so long to write i got abit lazy at the end i hope you don't mind to all the people who requested this i hope you like it! Idk if this one’s good lmk your thoughts! Thank you once again to all my supporters who motivate me to write more. Enjoyyy! (in the end the waitress got fired as it was her last warning 😈😈)

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: LMAOOO I haven’t written action sequences in a minute so this one took me at least 5 days to write. I had to stop, come back to it, stop again & then come back when I came up with something good. Writing action shit is HARD. I hope it’s not too terrible tho 🥺🥺 pls be nice to me -Jazz 

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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TWENTY-TWO: UNTAMEABLE.

Your friends end up staying for longer than three days. 

While staying at their bed and breakfast, Shoko, Yuki, and Choso spend every single day of their trip with you. Their visit turns into a week of shopping, drinking, and constant laughter. It is exactly what you need…including times with Nanami. 

You call them ‘times’ because that is what they are according to you: times of laughter, friendship building, and fun. You’ve met him at the library, bars, restaurants, cafes, out in the pastures for horseback riding. You’ve even visited him at his job to have lunch with him. 

Shoko called them ‘dates’ to which you always ignored, but deep down, you know that your denial won’t last long. You can’t deny that Nanami is a handsome man. Respectful, kind, and chivalrous. A total package. You have begun to cherish him a whole lot more since Geto and Gojo left. He has been there for you, always checking in on you and your family. You feel that maybe he could be something more, but so far, you’ve been ignoring those thoughts. 

And it’s all because of two people. 

After the week ends, you go with your friends to the train station and wait with them as the afternoon train to Bull’s Creek pulls up on the tracks. Dressed in their traveler’s finest, Yuki, Choso, and Shoko squeeze you in a group hug as people begin to board the train. 

“Don’t be a stranger, alright, partner?” Choso jokes. “We swore you were dead all this time.” Yuki scoffs, smacking her partner’s chest. “He’s kiddin’, but seriously, Y/N, come and visit us once your quest is done…and once Nanami gives you a big, fat ring.”

She wiggles her brows at you, making you roll your eyes. “Will do,” you say as they begin to board, Choso carrying the luggage with ease. “And y’all had better invite me to the wedding once that proposal comes through!” 

Yuki waves at you, her blonde hair flying in the breeze as Choso helps her on the train. You then turn to Shoko, already feeling pained at her departure and she hasn’t left yet. “Well,” you sigh, “this is it. Ya sure ya can’t stay for another week?” 

Shoko puts a hand on her hip, smirking. “And leave Todo to fend for himself at the saloon?” she chuckles. “Nah. That boy may look intimidatin’, but you know his ass can barely handle himself.” You giggle at the mental image of Todo, missing your favorite security guard.

Your friend gives you a smile, looking around the train station where activity buzzes left to right. “You’ve got a nice little life here, hon.” It is a simple statement; one that you know is true and factual. You have a great family, three square meals a day, freedom to do as you wish. So why do you feel such a vacant feeling in your chest when she says it? 

“What?” You sigh, already sensing a lecture from Shoko. She looks like she doesn’t even want to go down that road, but unfortunately, God cursed her to be the voice of reason for you. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Y/N,” she begins, “and you don’t have to agree, but I can’t help but think that this may not be enough for ya in the long run. There were times I’d look over at you and you’d look so far away…like ya were somewhere else.” 

Her eyebrows draw together in concern. You don’t admit it or deny it, mostly because you can’t remember most of those moments. You were drunk most of the time you were with your friends this week anyway, but it still seems realistic. You’ve even caught yourself doing the same thing by yourself. You’d zone out and go somewhere else, your mind traveling far, far away.                 

Shoko leans in as if she’s telling you a secret and you know what she’s about to say next. “This got anythin’ to do with Geto and Gojo?” she hushedly asks. “Did somethin’...happen between y’all?” 

The way she lingers slightly between the words makes it clear that she knows exactly what happened. You didn’t talk about the Gunslingers at all with your friends and you had hoped neither one of them would bring it up. Of course, Shoko saves it until she’s about to leave. 

“Only a very bad, very drunk mistake,” you answer, your tone way more bitter than you liked. “But that was then and they’re gone now. I have to move on, Shoko.” You look past her to the train, steam rolling out of its engine. 

“And you’re right about that, but that hurt is still in here.” She presses a finger to your chest. “And a quiet little life and a hot doctor can only do so much to cure that.” Deep down, you know that, but to hear it come from a friend irks you for some irrational reason. “So what do you expect me to do, Shoko?” you deadpan. “Ride off to find ‘em and demand answers from ‘em? I don’t even know where they are!” 

Your voice raises along with your frustrations, but the sound of the train whistle carries your voice away. It’s almost time to go. Shoko sighs, pressing her lips into a thin line. “I’m not tellin’ you to do anythin’, Y/N,” she says, taking on the tone of a gentle yet firm mother. “But ya need to do what will make you happy. Do what you think is right for you.” 

You suddenly feel tears prick behind your eyes and you quickly blink them away. Shoko will soon be gone and instead of boarding the train, she’s giving you advice because she cares. And yet here you are, irrationally angry at her just because she’s right. 

Quickly, your emotions reach their breaking point and you wrap your arms around her as you feel the tears come. “This is comin’ from a chainsmoker?” you snort. Shoko laughs, hugging you back. “Get back safe,” you whisper, committing her scent and muscle to memory. 

You then depart and you see her on the train, waving as she gets on. Minutes later, the train whistles again and goes chugga-chugga-chugging down the railroad tracks, causing your hat to nearly fly off. After the train disappears in the distance with your friends, you hop on your horse and go home to rethink your life choices. 

It doesn’t take long. That night, when you meet with Nanami, you have already rehearsed your words a bunch of times in your head, during your shower, and while getting dressed in the mirror.

When you leave Reneigh tied to a pole outside and walk into the cozy little bar, Nanami is already sitting at a booth overlooking the outside so you can see Reneigh and the other horses. He is dressed in a casual sweater, jeans, and boots, his cowboy hat sitting next to his bottle of beer. 

When you lock eyes, you each give the other a smile. You walk over in your boots and slid into the booth across from him. “Hey,” you greet him. “Thank you for meetin’ me. How was work?” 

He shrugs, sliding you the beer he ordered for you. “Treatin’ illnesses and tellin’ off my staff for slackin’ off…y’know: same shit, different day.” 

You giggle, earning a smile from him that hurts your heart. “Your day has to be way more interestin’ than mine. You saw your friends off to Bull’s Creek today, right?” 

You slowly nod, sipping your much-needed beer. “Yeah,” you sigh. “Seein’ them helped me realize how much I missed them. I still can’t believe Geto and Gojo did that for me.” 

You meet his eyes and you feel incredibly guilty. Luckily, a waitress comes around to pour you water and take your orders while you conjure up an apology. You and Nanami agree to split a fried multi-flavor wing appetizer before you’re left alone again.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly say. “I didn’t want to turn tonight into them, but I suppose that’s why I asked you to come here.” Nanami shakes his head, looking more kind than you deserve. “Please, take your time.” 

You inhale deeply, taking a sip of beer for liquid courage. Soft piano plays somewhere in the bar to accompany you. 

“I’ve been doin’ some self-reflectin’ while I’ve been here,” you begin, “and it’s crazy to me because I wanted this life for so long! A life of safety and peace. A  quiet, normal life…” 

You pause to swallow, your body suddenly hot and clammy. Nanami patiently waits for you to continue. “It’s been wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but…I’m also not with the ones I want to spend it with.” 

Now is the time to say what you need to and there is no better time than now to do so. You sit up straight and reach across the table to take Nanami’s hands in yours. He allows you, his cheeks flushed under the soft glow of the lantern swinging above you. 

“Kento, you’re an amazing man and I appreciate all the time we’ve spent together, but I’d be lyin’ to us both if I said I’m present in what we have.” You inhale again, cleansing yourself with every inch your lungs expand. 

The truth rolls off of your tongue, unable to be bottled up any longer: “I can’t deny my heart any longer: I’m in love with Geto and Gojo.” 

You expect Nanami to be irritated or disappointed in you, perhaps thinking you led him on or broke his heart. But instead, he smiles. “I know,” he says. “And I understand. I’d be lyin’ to you and myself too if I said I was fully over my fiancè.” 

The waitress returns and drops your wings off along with a variety of sauces: hot, honey, garlic parm, and barbecue. “You were engaged?” you ask, shocked. 

“Mmm,” he hums, nodding. “She was my childhood friend who turned into my high school sweetheart. I believed she was destined for me, and I for her, but…she had other plans.” The sadness in his eyes tell you that these plans didn’t include him in the end. 

“She had always had a rough edge to her, but she was so carin’ and kind. After her father died at the hands of a robber and her mother disowned her, she changed. She became a vigilante of sorts, takin’ out criminals and hidin’ among society by jumpin’ from place to place.” 

‘Like me,’ you think. 

Nanami leans back in his seat, an indication that an uncomfortable part of this story is nearing. “At this point, I was in medical school and couldn’t afford to stress over grades and her…but I couldn’t let her go. So I proposed to her, hopin’ it would change everythin’ for us.” 

“Did…somethin’ happen to her?” you carefully ask, unsure of whether or not you want the answer. 

Nanami takes a sip of his beer. You do the same, both of you preparing for the end of this story. “She said yes, but the law caught onto who she was and was lookin’ for her. She asked me to skip town with her and move across sea, but I couldn’t abandon my home or my practice. So she made the decision for me.” 

His handsome face grows sadder, his eyes filled with words left unsaid. “She left,” you conclude. 

His eyes tell you everything you need to know. “I never saw her again. The only things I have left of her are the engagement ring and a letter she wrote apologizin’ and tellin’ me how much she wanted to be the woman I thought she was.” He chuckles to himself, staring blankly at his beer. “Y’know, sometimes I think about what would’ve happened if I had chosen to go with her…but then I realize how stupid that would’ve been. She wouldn’t have wanted me to give up my life to live hers.” 

You realize now why he’s telling you this very intimate, personal story. Not only is he telling you that he trusts you, but he’s also telling you to do what you think is right. Go after the life you want. You squeeze his hands, your face flushed with unshod tears. ”Thank you for sharin’ that with me,” you say, near tears. “You’re a wonderful friend.” 

Nanami smiles and squeezes your hands back before you pull away. The air between you is lighter now, the tension of unsaid words vanished. “So,” he says, “what will do you do now?” 

You take a sip of your beer and smile at him.

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You stop with Reneigh at Cherrywood Station which is only a two-minute walk from the sheriff’s office. 

Cherrywood is a beautiful town, much bigger than Willow Springs and supposedly has stricter law enforcement. Nobody can get in and out of the town without flashing their ID at the train employees. If you don’t have one, it’s straight to the sheriff for you. Luckily for you, you didn’t take the train. Reneigh had more than enough muscle power to make the four-day trip to Cherrywood with some rest stops and cat naps in between. 

As you walk to the office, you’re aware of the eyes on you. Some quickly move out of your way while others make it a point to stay exactly where they are and risk bumping into you, giving you the evil eye. It’s strange how a bandana can suddenly make you so recognizable. None of these people even know what you look like underneath it. 

You feel Eren’s pistol bounce against your left hip along with yours on the right, giving you the confidence and strength to keep walking. Your parents were more than against you leaving to find Geto and Gojo when you abruptly came to them after dinner with Nanami and announced your plans. They tried to make you stay and see things their way, especially Yuri. She was so sure that this would end in you either dead or in jail. 

“Do you really have to go, my love?” she tearfully asked, stroking your cheek. “You can’t just let the law deal with it?” You stood on the road in front of her house with Eren, dressed in your rider’s outfit, boots, and hat. Your pistol was loaded, your wits were sharp, and you had about a week’s worth of food and coin in your bag that your folks gave you despite your refusal. 

“The law ain’t gonna help none, Mama,” you gently explained once more. “Geto and Gojo are wanted outlaws and they’d gladly arrest them than find Benji. Everyone is afraid of him.” You turned to look down at your pistol, the roses glinting back at you. “But I ain’t.” 

You gave them each a long, warm look before you turned to leave before sunrise. “Wait,” Eren said, stopping you. He reached into his own upholstery and produced a silver pistol with a marble handle. “You take this and use it if you need to,” he firmly said. “And you eat the food and use the money we’re givin’ you. It’s a long way to Cherrywood from here.” 

He passed the gun to you along with a small velvet drawstring bag of extra bullets. With shaky hands, you took both and slid them away for safekeeping, but still kept them on your body. You were unable to keep the tears at bay then. Eren gripped you in a hug along with Yuri, all of you sniffling and crying in each other’s arms.

“You come back, ya hear?” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “We just got you back. I don’t need you disappearin’ again.” 

You suddenly felt like a scared little girl going off on her own for the first time, but you knew that this is what you need to do. “Yes, sir,” you gently sobbed. “Thank you both.” You pulled away to gaze at them both, committing each gray hair, wrinkle, and line to memory. 

Yuri pressed a kiss to your cheek, wiping your tears away with her hand. “Now go get your men…I mean, friends.” 

Feeling the ghost of her kiss on your face, you square your shoulders, fix your bandana on your face, and strut into the sheriff’s office. A guard sits at the door asleep while a young woman works the front desk. She looks up at you with boredom from her paperwork and all the color drains from her face. 

On her left is a makeshift bullet-in board of Wanted posters. You’re among them. It’s almost comical the way the clerk does a double take before slinking out of her seat. “C-Can I help you, ma’am?” She stammers. She is so low behind her desk that you almost don’t hear her. “Yes, you can,” you reply, your voice even and calm. “I’d like to speak with the sheriff, please.” 

You hear a sudden gasp behind you, no doubt the guard, and the clerk rapidly waves her hand for him to fetch the sheriff. “H-He’ll be out in a moment,” she announces just as the guard goes running. 

You nearly laugh behind your bandana. You’re shocked no one has called the police to arrest you yet, but then again, you have two pistols in your belt that you’re sure no one here wants to deal with. After a couple minutes of sitting and waiting, you hear boots thud across the floor from the back of the building. 

You stand from your seat to properly greet the sheriff of Cherrywood, Mr. Joseph “Jo” Black. He is shorter in person with pitch black hair and a bead that stands to his last name. He wears his tan uniform and hat along with a big gold medal star pinned to his collar that reads ‘Sheriff Black’ on it. 

He stands in front of the big guard behind him who looks nervous to see you. But Sheriff Black is cool as a cucumber. He sighs and puts his hands on his hips as if he was expecting but not hoping for your appearance. “So we finally meet.” 

You tip your hat to him in greeting. “My posters don’t do me justice, I know.” Black comes up to you and leans in, his whiskers tickling your cheek. “Not out here,” he murmurs. You look around, noticing other visitors and workers staring gobsmacked at you. 

He waves you into his office and you silently follow, others curiously watching. The sheriff’s office is tinier than you thought, but organized from top to bottom with files, books, and achievement awards. He doesn’t ask you to sit or offer you a drink. Instead, he stands near the door and shuts it before jumping straight to the point. “What do you want?” He demands. 

You decide not to waste his or your time. “Geto and Gojo are workin’ with you to track down Benji after the train massacre, right?” The sheriff nods once. “Well, I’m trackin’ them down too. They left Willow Springs weeks ago and I haven’t heard from them since.” 

The sheriff shows zero emotion to any of this. “So you were workin’ with them,” he realizes. “The Sage County police showed me the note you left with Valentine before he was brought in for questionin’.” 

You keep that in mind for Plan B. If you can’t get an answer from him, you’ll get it from Valentine. “I need to know if you have any idea where Geto and Gojo are. If you’re workin’ with them, you should know, shouldn’t you?” 

The sheriff sighs, pinching his sinuses. “It doesn’t work that way. They agreed to give me Benji alive to avoid jail time despite their crimes durin’ the Cherrywood train massacre. I had a feelin’ they were framed judgin’ by their story and since Benji had a vendetta against them, but they still committed a robbery.” 

He moves slightly to the left to his own wall of Wanted posters. Among them are Geto and Gojo’s posters, still as sexy as the day you met them. “As skilled outlaws, they all know how to hide and skip towns. Benji could be anywhere at this point, and how do you know the Gunslingers didn’t join him again?” 

It’s a reasonable question and argument, but you know better. “Because they never break a promise,” you firmly respond. “If they say they’ll get Benji then they will, but I fear that they are in danger. They need my help.” 

Black looks like a tired old man at this point. You know he doesn’t have the answers you seek, so Plan B it is. “Where’s Valentine?” You ask. “You have him in custody for his crimes in Cherrywood. I need to speak with him.” 

Black looks even more physically exhausted when you mention Valentine. “Look, if you’re tryin’ to pull information out of him, you’ll be sadly mistaken. We haven’t been able to get much out of him for weeks now.” 

“I can do it,” you reply. “Just let me try—I have my ways.” The sheriff raises a brow at this. “And I promise you’ll never see my face here again,” you add, crossing your heart. 

Black narrows his eyes at you for a moment before sighing. “I have half a mind to arrest you too,” he grumbles, “but I’ve got enough trouble.” He snatches a ring of keys off of the door before opening the door for you. “Follow me.” 

You do as he says and follow him out of his office and building. After picking up his brown Bronco from outside and Reneigh from the train station, he instructs you to follow him. You do so wordlessly and obediently, not wanting to ruin this chance. 

Valentine is, in fact, in custody and being held in the Cherrywood County Jail just five miles from the sheriff’s office. The jail is large in size and surrounded with barbed wire, dogs, and police officers armed to the max with batons and guns. Black introduces you to a correctional officer and leaves you with him to do as you wish.

The officer guides you through the busy, noisy building of visitors, officers, and jail cells where inmates bang their hands against the bars and beg for release before you come to a locked door. The officer takes a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. “Ya got ten minutes,” he states. “Make ‘em count.” 

You nod and go to step in, but the officer stops you with a hand. He silently nods down at your belt where two pistols sit. Of course. Obediently, you slip the guns out of your belt and pass him the extra knife in your boot. Only then does he give you the go ahead to enter. “I’ll be right outside if ya need me.” 

You specifically asked for him to leave you and Valentine alone. You know for a fact that he won’t talk if law enforcement is present. When you walk inside the small, dimly-lit room, Valentine is cuffed to the table sitting between himself and another chair. He stares at his hands, looking tired and older. 

He looks so odd in his black-and-white striped jumpsuit and his bruises have healed somewhat, leaving shadows on his face. Seeing him again floods you with anger and you long for your pistol. “Valentine,” you practically snarl. 

He looks up at the mention of his name and his eyes grow wide at the sight of you. A smirk slides onto his lips. “So… we meet again,” he wryly chuckles. “I must be dead.” He leans back in his chair, immediately becoming the cool, cocky outlaw you know. “You come to drag me to hell or put a bullet in my head?” 

You walk to the chair and sit across from him, making him wince as its legs scratch across the floor. “Neither,” you coldly reply. “I’ve come to ask you some questions: where’s your boss?” 

You lean forward in the chair, keeping your hands firmly on the table. Valentine stares at you in confusion. “Geto and Gojo left me weeks ago to go find him. I wanna know where he is.” 

The outlaw scowls. “How the fuck should I know?” He scoffs. “That damn gorilla left me too once y’all assaulted me in Sage County.” 

“After you tied me to some railroad tracks!” You snap, already struggling to keep your composure. “We would’ve done more than that, but the Gunslingers made a vow to not kill.” 

“You should’ve,” he hisses, practically spitting at you. “As soon as Benji and his men come to bail me out of here again, I’m comin’ for you.” His eyes are sharp like daggers, nailing you to the spot. You would’ve been terrified before, but now? All you can do is laugh. 

You laugh at his stupidity. At his sureness and trust in Benji and the idea of being rescued. At the fact that he wasted so much time in a “relationship” with this dumbass just to check him off of your checklist. You laugh so hard that you begin to tear up. 

Valentine is furious watching you laugh, especially when you’re in his presence. Just who do you think you are? “Stop laughin’ at me, bitch!” He angrily shouts. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?” His face grows flushed with rage and he pulls at his cuffs, no doubt wanting to backhand you. 

You finally calm yourself and wipe away your tears before cruelly smirking at him. It only angers him more. “You really think that Benji is comin’ for you?” You scoff, peering down at him in pity. “You’ve been arrested twice which proves your incompetence and lack of skill in dodgin’ the law.” 

You lean in towards Valentine whose face grows more and more drained the closer you get. “You’re a liability to him.”

You practically spit the L-word at him and watch in satisfaction as the horrible realization dawns on him. His boss isn’t coming for him. No one is coming for him. “Just tell me where he is,” you say, your voice low because even the walls have ears. “What do you have to lose? You’re already goin’ to prison again anyway.” 

Valentine’s eyes fall to the table and you watch him ponder this idea for a moment. You begin to break out into a nervous sweat, practically jumping out of your skin for an answer. How many minutes has it been? Finally, the poor, little outlaw looks up at you and looks absolutely beaten. “I—“ 

BANG! 

You and Valentine both jump at the sudden, loud sound. You turn towards the door, going for your guns but then realizing that you don’t have any. “What was that?” You gasp. Valentine doesn’t answer. Suddenly, you hear commotion: shouting, handcuffs banging against cell doors, the blaring of an alarm. 

You turn to Valentine and grab his shirt, yanking him across the table toward you. “What did you do?” You demand, tightening your grip on him. 

“I-I don’t know!” He shouts. “I-I didn’t do anything!” You don’t believe him. You don’t believe a single thing this motherfucker says. You raise your fist, about to knock his teeth out. “You son of a—“ 

Your words are cut off by a sudden bang and something zipping past your ear. It feels like a bee sting with how much it burns. You think that it is when you cover your ear, hissing at the pain, but you realize that it’s something else when your palm comes back red. Blood.

You suddenly hear gurgling in your other good ear and turn to see Valentine spitting up blood from out of his mouth. Probably because of the bullet wound in his chest, right over his heart. With a gasp, you release his shirt now stained in his blood and he slumps to the ground, his wrists still cuffed to the table. “Turn around slowly,” a deep, raspy voice growls. It sends cool shivers of dread down your spine. 

You understand why once you do. Benji the Bandit stands there in an inmate uniform which strangely suits him and his salt-n-pepper hair, not just because you’ve fantasized of seeing him in one. He is as big as the guard he holds to his chest with one beefy hand, a pistol at his temple. The door to the room shuts behind them and you notice you never even heard it open. 

“I knew you’d be here,” the outlaw growls. “I came back to finish this motherfucker off”—he waves the gun at Valentine’s body—“and here you are. Ya couldn’t have just stayed in hidin’.” Despite your shaky hands and obvious terror, you don’t let that stop your mouth. “Because I’m not a fuckin’ coward,” you growl. “You kill the sheriff, I’m guessin’?” 

Benji shakes his head. “None of ‘em know I’m here and I prefer to keep it that way. I’ve been hidin’ out on the outskirts of this town for days now and snuck in no problem. Even if you manage to kill me now, my men are crawlin’ all over this damn buildin’ and this town.” He presses the pistol harder into the guard’s temple, making him grunt. “I’ve had these pricks wrapped ‘round my fingers since the train incident.” 

That explains why it was so quiet when you got here. People are terrified of this man. Swallowing, you think fast and raise your hands up. “Let him go and I’ll surrender.” 

Benji’s face falls, shocked at your willingness to throw in the towel so quick. ”Why?” He scoffs. “So you can pull a gun outta your bra?” 

You slowly shake your head. “I don’t have nothin’ else. I’m just lookin’ for Geto and Gojo.” 

Benji throws his head back and laughs a loud, horrible laugh that sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, I bet you are,” he cackles. “I know them two idiots have been lookin’ for me too. Lucky for you, I know where they are.” He gives you a big smirk that reminds you of a storybook wolf—malicious and wicked. 

You know he could very well be lying, but you also know you’ve got one chance. 

Slowly, you bend down onto your knees like a praying woman desperate for forgiveness. “Then take me to them,” you beg. “Let the man go and just let me know that they’re safe. I promise that that’s all I want.” 

Benji stares you down, sizing you up as he holds the scared man at gunpoint. You stand your ground on your knees, silent and unmoving. Finally, Benji tosses the man aside. “I’ll take you to ‘em,” he grunts. He raises his pistol at you to fire, but you’re quicker than him. 

Quickly, you grab the leg of the chair beside you and use two hands to grip it. Misdirection.

With a grunt, you toss it at Benji who just barely misses it. It catapults through the air over the guard’s head and crashes into the wall, splintering into wooden pieces. 

Benji stares at you like you’re the damn Devil and bares his teeth at you. “You bitch!” he bellows.

Before you can stop him, his pistol comes down hard against your head and everything goes black.

[moshpitgamma]

i NEED queen barb x fem reader PLEASEEEE

YESS MEH BBY!! I HOPE YUH ENJOY😫😮‍💨💗

Fallin’ For You||🎸Barb x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mild Cussing, IT’S LONG😭😭

FYI: f/f= fav food, f/c=fav color, f/b=fav band, f/d=favorite drink

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You were a f/c troll that was feisty and stubborn. You were into all tastes of music, but rock really fascinated you the most. So when your brother ran into your room to tell you he managed to get two tickets to see f/b, you were ecstatic as hell. Choosing an outfit was always your worst enemy. It usually ended with you bothering your brother about your outfit and asking if it’s too much or if it doesn’t have enough. But tonight you really put your all into it and got some pretty good results. (You can pick one here or choose one yourself idm☺️)

“B/N I’M DONE” you yelled from your room. You didn’t get a response but you heard muffled stomps headed towards your room. And there stood your brother in his best f/b attire. “Damn didn’t know the living mob could dress” he jokingly said while trying to hold his giggles in as he saw the almost visible irritation mark coming up on your forehead. “Alright jackass not to much” you said not wanting to have a whole sibling fight before the best concert of your life. “We better get going before we be late n/n” your brother said walking towards the door to leave. “Alright I’m coming” you said following the other still irritated by the teasing he did on your outfit.

SKIP TO THE CONCERTT🎸😏✨‼️

You have been up and dancing for about a good 2 hours and you were getting dehydrated from sweating and your throat was dry from all the constant yelling you were doing. So you decided to go get a drink. You told your brother where you were going and he gave you a $50 bill. “Why so much? I’m just going to get a f/d” you questioned your brother. “Damn n/n I’m hungry, that’s why you lil nosy” he said out of breath from all of the dancing, but still in a snarky way. “OK, shit I was just asking” you shot back while walking away from y’all seats, after he told you what he wanted from the concession stand.

Since it was crowded in the area you were in, you were squeezing past people saying occasional excuse me’s and sorry’s, but when you were almost out the horde, someone bumped into you and made you knock someone and their nachos. “OH CRAP, I’m so sorry are you ok?” You asked the stranger who still was on the ground after the harsh push. “Shit I just bought those you bastard” the mystery person yelled back as you (tried) to help her off the ground. “HEY! I’m not a bastard” you yelled back, getting irritated at the arrogant person in front of you. Once she was fully up she looked at who knocked her over and all of her snarky comebacks she had instantly left her mind. Before she could respond, you beat her to it.

“Even tho you was an ass to me you could’ve at least let me explain what happened” you said a little calmer than before but you noticed she started to stare. She was staring at you for about 3 minutes before you tried to get her attention again. “Yoooo are you good? Do you have a concussion?” You asked a lil panicked as you rushed to check her clothes and head for any injuries or damage.

While you were checking her clothes and head she couldn’t help but get the smell of your self intoxicating scent. Whiskey and chocolate was all she smelled and for some reason it left her with a wave of neediness and the need to know you. She still didn’t notice she was staring until she felt a sharp sting on her hand. “OW what the hell” she shrieked rubbing her stinging hand. “FINALLY! You had me worried over here. Thought you blacked out on me”you said while sighing a sigh of relief. All she could muster up was a “yea I’m good.” Barb never felt this way towards anyone before so she was kinda weirded out from how she was acting. “Well I just wanted to say sorry again and if I could buy you another thing of nachos to make up for your last batch” you offered feeling a different sensation in your stomach.

Once she heard your offer she couldn’t help but accept and for some reason she tried to strike up a conversation while you guys were waiting in line. “Sooo you like f/b?” She asked assuming you were here because of the merch you were wearing. “Yea I LOVE f/b. They just have a way of making how I feel come to life through music you know” you said smiling a soft and barely unnoticeable smile. Barb caught on to the tiny smile and flushed a little and felt her face get hot. “Barb” she said earning a confused “huh” from you. “Barb” she said again “it’s my name” she said in a confirming voice to dissipate the confusion you had. “Oh, my name is y/n”you said in a confident tone as you saw how she blushed at the sound of your name. Before she could respond you were already ordering y’all’s order. “Hi can I get a f/d, f/f, and nachos.” “I like extra jalapeños on my nachos” Barb threw in so the cashier could know.

You were astonished at how many jalapeños Barb had on her nachos. “Your mouth is going to burn like hell” you said in an amazed voice. When she heard you in an astonished tone she wanted to prove you wrong instantly. So she betted that if she could finish her nachos without a drink and succeed, you would have to give her your number. You never backed down from a challenge so you agreed and you had to admit she was cute so it was a win-win either way.

After 15 minutes Barb managed to eat all of her nachos without a drink and successfully won the bet. “Told you short stuff. I told you I could do it.” She said pridefully with a little flirtiness in her voice. Once you heard the little nickname she gave you, a blush appeared on you f/c cheeks. She saw the blush and mentally gave herself and her ego a high five. “I guess a bet is a bet” you said while pulling out a napkin and a pen. Barb was confused about what you were doing, until she remembered what was her reward for winning the bet. Now she was the one blushing, taking the napkin with your name and number on it. “I’m glad I ran into you Barb” you said before kissing her cheek and walking away. Little did you know when you were finally out of sight, she was already texting you and gushing over the kiss you gave her on the cheek like a little kid.

THE ENDDD~~~😏🎸

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 15- regret

Ok no colored picture today, I just don’t have the strength to color every one 😭 I kinda hate how today turned out but I simply didn’t have time to make it the way I wanted it to. I hope y’all like it tho

No warnings this is a chill one.

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Three days have passed for the men in the inn. Resting and doing nothing physically demanding helped the others recover, with Benji walking on his feet again and Ammon acting more like himself. Rusl was feeling much better too, though he was very anxious to get out of the room (though without something to wheel him around, he had to stay in the bed). Overall, staying in one place was good for the group, but Leon was getting worried about rupees again. After what happened last time, he doubted that the others would want to go rupee hunting, but they couldn’t get kicked out. He sighed, deciding to go to the owner of the inn, hoping that he could negotiate with them to let them stay longer.

Leon traveled downstairs, being hit with loud chatter and a humid smell that made him want to retreat, but he needed to do this. He’s messed up several times lately as the men’s leader—he needed to make up for it.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he nearly got rammed into by a young woman, who mumbled apologies and looked like she was about to have a meltdown.

“I-I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and an older, plump woman walked up to her and rested her hand on her shoulder.

“It’s ok sweetie, just keep goin’.”

Leon gave the young woman the warmest smile he could muster, and she ran off into the kitchen, leaving him alone with the other woman.

“Very sorry about that, sir,” she said, patting his arm. “She’s kinda new.”

“Oh, it’s alright—”

“But ya shouldn’t be loiterin’ around here. You’re gonna get run over by us zippin’ back and forth this place.”

“Oh, I’m sorry–”

“The ‘Night and Day’ performance is comin’ up, so tons of people are visitin’, makin’ us the busiest we’ve ever been!”

“R-Right, well, I’m just looking for the owner of this inn,” Leon explained, wanting to walk away from the rambling woman, but she gave him a look and shifted her feet.

“I’m the owner you’re lookin’ for, what can I do for ya, sir?”

“Oh.” Great.

“Here, let’s move outta the way, honey,” she said, moving him away from the loud tables. When they got somewhere more quiet she put her hands on her hips and waited patiently. Leon swallowed, fearing of how she’d react to his request.

“Listen, the men I’ve been traveling with have… gone through a lot these past few days. We’ve been here for a while but… we need more time. We’re almost out of rupees—“

“You don’t have rupees, you can’t stay, sorry honey,” she cut in, looking like she’s had this conversation before.

“No no, please. A lot of them are injured and the doctors here won’t help!”

“That’s not my problem honey, sorry.”

“Please, I will do anything for you if it means that my friends have a place to stay. Anything.”

The woman paused and raised her eyebrow, looking him up and down.

“Anything, you say?”

Leon nodded, having some hope be rekindled. The woman smiled and nodded.

“Alright. Get some of your friends down here and I’ll tell ya what you can do for me.”

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“This is not what I had in mind!”

Leon stared at the aprons handed to him, Linebeck, and Benji, a disgusted look on his face.

“You want us to… to be waiters?”

The owner of the inn, Shirley, raised an eyebrow and rested her weight on one leg.

“Now I thought you’d do anything to stay longer.”

“I-I mean—“ Leon ran his hand through his hair and huffed. He did say he’d do anything, but he thought he’d kill monsters or kick out rude guests! Not… this!

“Listen, I said that the Night and Day performance nearby has made us busy, so busy that my only waitress is gonna break down any moment! We could use all the help we can get!”

Leon sighed and glanced at Linebeck and Benji, who both looked regretful in volunteering themselves for whatever Leon needed.

“Of course. Sorry. I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”

Shirley laughed and punched his arm. “You’ll get used to it. You’re a strong man too, I think you’ll do fine.” Shirley suddenly grabbed all three and began to shove them out the kitchen. “Now get out there boys! We have the whole place booked!”

“Wait wait!” Linebeck yelled before they left the kitchen. “What the heck do we do?”

“Ask them what they wanna eat and drink and write it down, honey! Now go!”

The men all yelped as they were pushed out, and they stared at the crowded dining room, it looking more like a battlefield than anything. Leon sighed and attempted to put the apron on while Linebeck and Benji glared at him. Leon sighed and struggled to tie a knot, which Linebeck finished off for him.

“I… um… I’m sorry guys,” he muttered, and they rolled their eyes, splitting up to deal with the loud customers screaming at each other.

Leon had dealt with hard things in his life, but being a waiter was the hardest and most humiliating thing he had to do. Everyone was loud, rude, and disrespectful, and Leon would always give them a piece of his mind if they gave him trouble. Yet for some reason, “back-talking” the customers was a wrong thing to do. In his era, if the customers said one thing that angered the workers, they’d be kicked out. It was almost bizarre at how he wasn’t treated like a person, and instead a machine that did whatever they desired.

Unfortunately, Leon was terrible at hiding his true emotions, so whenever a customer made him upset, he made sure they knew. And he would get in plenty of trouble for it. This was why he was the first knight, and not a waiter. At least if his men were being stupid, he would tell them and they’d knock it off—here, he wasn’t allowed to call anyone stupid to their faces, no matter how much he wanted to.

By the end of the day, he was absolutely exhausted. His feet, legs, and lower back were aching, and he was relieved when it grew empty. His whole body felt like it wanted to kill him for what he put it through, and his mind kept running from everything he had to see and listen to that day. Goddesses he was so overstimulated…

“Well, I must say, I don’t regret hirin’ you guys,” Shirley said, a proud smile on her face. “This day went pretty smoothly if ya ask me.”

“That was the worst day of my life,” Leon said breathlessly, staring blankly at a wall. Shirley let out a laugh and slapped his shoulder playfully.

“Try goin’ through that with just one server. Trust me, you guys helped a lot.”

Leon nodded, at least grateful that it was over, and that he and the others didn’t have to pay to stay anymore. He’d go through that again and again for his friends.

“Lucky you guys, you’ll have to go through all of it again tomorrow at sunrise!” Shirley said cheerily, and Leon sighed. Actually, maybe he was having second thoughts.

“Well I think today was great!” Benji shouted, bouncing a little bag around. “Look at all this tip money! I must say this was the best decision I’ve ever made!”

Leon stared. “Tip money?”

“Yeah. You see Leon, when you’re nice to the customers, they actually pay you! Isn’t that something?”

Leon rolled his eyes and Linebeck stepped up next to Benji, with his own rupees in his hands.

“Yeah the money is nice, but it still sucked,” he whined, counting the rupees. “How are you so… energetic after that?”

“Not the first time I’ve been a waiter,” Benji simply explained, “though it’s been a while, but I forgot how much I enjoy talking to people.”

“Well I’m glad you’re at least enjoying yourself, Benji,” Leon mumbled, “We’re going to be doing this until everyone feels better.”

Linebeck groaned and Benji only shrugged. “Well good thing my ankle feels better.”

Leon nodded, knowing the others would not be able to handle this. It was just them three.

“Well, you boys did good today,” Shirley said, wiping her hand on her apron. “You all can work here as long as ya need. We open first thing tomorrow though, so be ready, you hear?”

Leon nodded. “Thank you. I know I was complaining earlier but you have no idea how much this helps us.”

Shirley laughed again. “Well you have no idea how much this helps me, so consider us even. Now get some rest. You’re going to need it for these next few days.”

Leon winced and nodded, getting up and leading the other two to their room. He gave a nod to the other waitress who was named Erika. She nodded back and smiled, waving goodbye as they dragged themselves up the steps to their rooms.

“Can someone tell me why we decided to get a room on the third floor?” Linebeck complained, groaning as he lifted his tired legs onto the next step.

“Well I’m sorry we didn’t get the luxurious bedroom on the first floor! We were kinda desperate!” Benji said sarcastically.

“How’d you guys get Rusl up here anyways?” Leon asked, reaching the end of the stairs.

“I dunno, Talon’s freakishly strong. He kinda scares me,” Benji answered, resting with his hands on his knees and panting.

“Well, at least you all got him up here safely.” Leon opened the door to their room, where he saw Kass and Ammon resting on the couch. The two stood up and walked over to them, worried looks on their faces.

“Where were you guys? We were getting worried,” Ammon said. Leon opened his mouth to say something but Benji walked past them and plopped himself on the couch, instantly falling asleep. Ammon looked between Benji, Leon, and Linebeck who was leaning against the doorway with a baffled look on his face.

“We found a way to stay longer,” Leon simply explained, walking to the couch and laying on the ground. “You all have nothing to worry about…”

He heard a chuckle come from someone, and the weight of a blanket being laid on top of him was felt, relaxing him further.

“Get some rest then,” he heard Ammon say, a hint of amusement in his voice, and Leon closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

[dlyansworld]

Why do you hate me?

Pairing:Y/n and Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Matt and you are enemies, but for some reason he’s been a little more tolerant to you lately. He’s in his room, and you’re hanging out with Nick and Chris in the living room. They go out, and you get bored.

Warnings:None just fluff

Hi my name is Nikki this is my first story i’ve ever written so i don’t even know if this is good or not but if anyone reads this and thinks it’s shit please tell me but don’t be rude.I hope y’all like this💕

I’ve been hanging out with Nick and Chris for a while and they decided they were gonna go out. It was weird though because I don't talk to Matt and they kinda just left me here.

I got bored so why not go to Matt’s room. I knocked on his door 3 times before entering, I finally opened the door after no answer then I was met with.

“Get out,” he says with an attitude and looks back down at his phone. “Why am I bored Matt, your brothers left and I'm all alone now?” I say with a smile.

“I don't care if my problem gets out,” she doesn’t even look back at me. “oh ok” I was kinda hurt but I'm used to it. When is he ever nice I laugh at myself. but what I didn’t know was that he noticed that I was upset by his words.

He pauses for a moment and notices you’re upset. “Are you upset?..” “No it’s whatever” he sighs “Now I feel bad you don’t have to leave” he has a look in his eyes but I can’t quite read it.

“Can I ask you something tho” “What is it?” he looks confused because I’ve never asked him something. I mean we haven’t had a conversation this long and this civil before.

“Why do you hate me? I mean I've tried to be nice. '' I just flat out said that I didn’t think I was gonna ask it. “I don’t hate you you’re just annoying”

“bruh” but that’s not what I said because that would be odd but that’s what I just felt after he said that you know sometimes we just have that moment when we just wanna say that.

“ok I mean I can be but why do I make you annoyed” he sighs and puts his phone down “I don’t know I just get irritated when you’re around"

“stop avoiding my question” I get confused why can't he just answer the damn question. “I’m not avoiding it, you just “annoy” me, your voice is irritating, the way you act, everything” he responds, that word again annoying I can't be that annoying, but I'm quite hurt I don't know why I just am so I say this. “wow ok fuck you im out” 

he sighs and lays his head on the table “I’m an idiot” “yea I know” I say still standing at the doorway he pauses “Wait, are you still there?” “I was waiting for you to stop me. He asked why I was waiting.” He doesn't say anything for a bit, and I start getting nervous.

“Can we start over? I don’t think you’re that annoying, I think I’m just irritated in general” I finally decided to spit out the truth since he still didn't get it “Matt can I tell you something” *welp I get go back to* a whisper I heard. Ok he's not responding, spit it out, stop being a baby.

“I’ve liked you for a very long time and it made me so upset when you never saw, I mean I was giving you a hint after I hit and you never saw it and I’ve tried to be so nice and all I’ve ever got was you being rude so that's the truth. but I think I should just gonna go now”

he becomes silent after I say all of that “Are you serious? You like me?” he stops me from leaving with his words “yes Matt I always have” he’s speechless for a moment “Well I feel like an idiot right now Sorry for being a jerk to you” he becomes more quiet but.

“it’s ok I should go now” As I'm walking out the door he stops me and grabs my hand, and if I'm being real right now it feels like a movie. “Can I ask you something real quick?” “Yeah?”

He pauses for a moment and looks at her “I Well” he pauses for a second, alright can he just spit it out now I think? “I like you too But I never thought you would like me” 

I was very surprised by his answer and didn't believe him so I said “You have?” he hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward and held her hands. He’s so close, only an inch from her lips

He kisses her, their lips touching. The kiss is gentle and soft. He pulls back a few seconds later. “Does that answer your question?” I lean back in for more. And with that, the brothers burst through the door. “What the fuck” Nick and Chris say at the same time.

Ok that was my first story ever and I really hope you guys like it, if you think its bad please don't be rude but gives me tips I would love to hear on how I can improve, Love Nikki

[tiredfox64]

Oh, what’s this? Does my persona have something new in her hands?

Ah yes, she has my followers. And how many do we have?

Over 50?!?!?!?! What the fu-

So yes I gained over 50 followers (now it’s over 60 since I woke up) which some might think that’s too little to celebrate. But if you put them all in one room I sure would panic from that so i say that is a big amount. Tbh I’m shocked because I only meant to drop some Rain fics since I wasn’t seeing enough and just dip. But we can all see that it has become more than that and now I write fics. I knew it would happen one of these days and it has. So as a little celebration I will show you some of my recent art because I did say I do that in my pinned post. Alright, let’s go!

Phen my dear

The story behind this is that I made a post on Reddit and it got a bunch of upvotes which was a shock. I basically asked why he stands so weird and everyone yelled that he serves cunt. Someone drew it out for me as well which is where I even thought of the quote. So I quickly drew him up cause i couldn’t stop thinking about it and yeah. And if you saw this on Reddit that means you also found my Reddit account. Not so fun fact I had a dream where I wrote a fanfic about him and people were eating it up. I fear it may come true with the things I’ve seen.

Are you a fox or a fairy

Let me admit I’m not the greatest artist. The corner picture was a trial run to see how I wanted her to look. Basically this was me making my Tumblr into a person (does that make sense). I don’t like the hair that much maybe a split would do better. I’m also not the best with backgrounds. But she is still cute, don’t have a true name for her tho.

False God

I take a writing class and this was part of my short story. The teeth are supposed to look fucked up like that which someone said grossed them out when they critiqued it lol. I know the mouth is a bit wonky but what can ya do. What’s done is done. Also I got distracted while working on him that I forgot to go to my asl class 💀.

And yeah that’s about it. Not much but it’s because I’ve only gained motivation recently. Hope when summer hits I can do some more.

Once again thank you everyone for following, liking and reposting, even taking time to comment. This might go unnoticed since I am only known as of now for doing MK fanfics which is fine. I just thought I would share some stuff. Like I said I’m not the greatest artist (it’s not the program there is someone else on here who is a master in my eyes).

Just so y’all know I have about two and half weeks left of this semester. Maybe in the summer time I will be quicker with popping this out (I act like i haven’t been posting everyday). I do plan to slow down a little because I think it’s a lot for me. When I’m writing fanfics in my dreams that means I need to step away. I don’t want to burn myself out too early especially since part of my major is writing. Hopefully no one jumps me for wanting to slow down if I ever do. I’m a people pleaser I will literally walk on hot sand so y’all can wear my flip flops.

But yeah, I have nothing else to really say. I hope no one unfollows me because I posted art but that might be my anxiety trying to scare me into not posting this. Adiós!

[angelustful]

Calling him “Mi Flako”.

I thought of belphie when I came up with this headcanon but I might do the rest of the brothers later. ˑ ִ ֗ < 3 This was lazy kinda so I’m sorry if it don’t make sense, hope y’all enjoy tho.♡︎

Mexican reader/mc, established relationship, a lil short fluffy headcanon. Belphegor x reader.

warning- I think some people might find the nickname offensive, and I apologize for that cause I don’t aim it to be that way. It’s just meant to be a cute lil nickname. I’m sorry if it’s offensive or its a sensitive nickname. If you’re comfortable, you can read it.< 3

Watching a movie with Belphie has always been tiring yet comfortable. Whenever you’re with him, you always feel this sense of falling asleep or just tiredness. You don’t know if it’s his powers or just because you’re relaxed and comfortable around him.

Tonight is not different, you turn your head slightly to look at Belphie. Checking if he’s still awake or asleep like usual. His eyes were droopy, he looks like he’s gonna fall asleep any minute, but in reality he’s paying attention, just his sin taking over. He feels you staring at him so he looks up to meet your eyes looking at him curiously. “Why are you staring at me like that, do I got something on my face?” He asks, his tone sleepy yet confused. You chuckle, slightly embarrassed that you didn’t realize how long you were staring at him. “Nada, just wondering if you were still awake.” He looks at you for a second before he hums and continues to lie his head back down and watch the screen. “It’s alright to admit that you like staring at me, I don’t mind.” He teases, that little shitty bastard. He looks back at you and grins at your surprised flustered reaction. “No te creas güey, solo estaba checando.” In a slightly annoyed tone, you responded. Having to deal with his teasing almost everyday can get you annoyed and irritated. He chuckles before he returns his attention back to the big screen.

A few minutes had passed after that and you realized you’re starting to get really hungry, yet feeling tired to move or walk. You don’t have the energy to get up for some snacks or a drink and just want to stay glued to the comfy bed. Founding the solution to your problem, you grinned slightly, calling for your boyfriend who’s head is on your lap. “Oye mi flako, me puedes agarrar una bolsa de chips y un vaso de agua para mi, porfis?” Trying to sound innocent enough for him to do what you ask. Turning his head slightly back to meet your eyes staring at him, he says “Mi Flako? Eso es nuevo.” He looks a little flustered, his cheeks faint pink on his pale skin. “Que? No te gusta?” you ask, trying to tease him a little further. “N-No no, not at all, just a little caught of guard..” his blush deepening even more, making him look red. You can tell he’s trying to hide it with his bangs in the way. “I don’t mind you calling me that again..I like it, it’s cute.” You chuckle at his adorable state, almost forgetting you were hungry until you heard your stomach growling. Feeling very embarrassed and sheepish, you clear your throat. “Pues me vas a traer chips o no güey?” He chuckles, “hehe..ok pues mi estrella, espérate!” Shaking your head as he gets up from your lap, looking at him with adoration. Your eyes following him, seeing him dragging himself to get some snacks for you. Adjusting yourself in a more comfortable position, you really had the urge to go to sleep so you chose to close your eyes ‘just for a few minutes’, you thought. Before you know it, you start dozing off and the last thing you remember before you fully do, you hear distant footsteps and a feeling of warm lips against your forehead. “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Really, moments like these were very special with your flaco.

© 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 2023, all rights reserved. Please do not modify, translate, copy or claim as your own.

[kill-the-feels]

terminal

a/n: a few lil life updates before this chapter: i graduated and passed my edtpa! i also started dating my best friend, which has been so much fun and inspired a lot of fluffy writing (not this chapter tho, y’all stay safe). anyways, i hope you enjoy the chapter!! we’ve finally caught up to That Scene™️ in the movie — you’re just going to have to trust me on this one ;) (previous part) (masterlist)

word count: ~3.5k

warnings: canon violence, language, angst (a whole truckload this time)

Despite the relentless pursuit of the Jedi, the three of you make it to Geonosis relatively unscathed, even after a chase through an asteroid field.

Jango lands in an underground hangar, the top closing and cutting off your view of the night sky. He and Boba run through the checklist of shutting off the ship before he turns to look at you.

“I’m going to check on stuff in the cargo bay,” Boba says. You raise an eyebrow at his back. There’s nothing in the cargo bay. He glances back at you, and you see the little smirk there.

You and Jango sit in silence.

“If something happens to me,” Jango says, at the same time you say:

“Are we really safe here?”

The both of you pause.

“Go first,” you tell him, and he hesitates, looking past your shoulder to the doorway, as if willing Boba to reappear.

“If something happens to me, I want you to take Boba and get as far away from here as you can.” The way he says it is strange, like he’s trying to tell you something, without actually telling you something.

“What’s going to happen to you?” you ask, making a face and Jango sets his jaw, fixing you with a hard stare.

“If something happens to me. Expect the best, but plan for the worst,” he says softly, in such a monotone voice it sends chills down your spine.

“Alright. Okay. So where do we go?” He sighs.

“Anywhere. Not here. Not Kamino. Not fucking Tatooine. Never go back there.” The last part is said with such vehemence you can’t help but nod.

“Yeah, not there. We’ll figure it out. If it comes to that. Which it won’t.” You’re expecting him to agree, and when he doesn’t, the knot of nerves tangled under your breastbone tightens.

You start to stand, to go find Boba, and Jango snags your hand, says your name softly.

You turn, and he’s looking up at you so intently it makes you weak in the knees.

“Promise me, Cyare,” he says softly, tugging you back down beside him. He rests his forehead against your, your breaths mingling.

“Jango,” you say, “it’s going to be okay. Things will be fine.” You try to pull away again, and he tightens his hold, almost desperate.

“Promise me.” You close your eyes. If you truly believe nothing is going to happen to him, then this should be an easy promise.

“Fine. Yes, okay, I promise. I’ll look after Boba.” Jango shakes his head.

“Not just look after him. You’re as much his buir as I am. You two belong together. Promise me you’ll stay with him. Protect him. Protect each other.” He’s really starting to scare you. You put your hands on either side of his face, leaning into him.

“Jango, I promise,” you say. His eyes stay closed for another beat, before he nods and tugs himself away.

“Stay in the ship?” he asks. “I shouldn’t be long.” Something in you tells you to argue. His tone is off-kilter again, too bright for the heavy moment.

But there’s something in his eyes that prevents you from arguing as he snags his helmet and starts to slip it on his head.

So you match his tone.

“No problem. Boba and I will figure out where we go next. For when you get back.” His response takes just a bit too long in coming. Like he knows the next words out of his mouth are a lie, and at the last minute, he decides to commit, instead of being honest and telling you he likely won’t be with you when you leave.

“Sounds like a plan.” With that, he tugs his helmet all the way down, ducking out the door and heading out. You watch him go, feeling the sick sense of dread increasing with every step he puts between you two. ~~~ Boba is, understandably, livid that he has to stay on the ship.

“This fucking sucks,” he says, crossing him arms and kicking his feet up on the dash.

“Boba!” you say in shock, at a loss over what to say to him. It’s the first time you’ve heard him swear — other than his first words — and while a teeny part of you is amused, the bigger part is frustrated with his attitude.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “But I don’t get why we have to stay here, again. I helped Buir get us off Kamino. And it’s not like the ship is that much safer.” He has a point. But still.

“I know,” you say. “But your buir asked us to stay here. So we help him out by staying here.” There’s a distant rumble somewhere, that rattles the ship a little.

“Can’t we explore? Just a little?” he asks, and you laugh.

“You’re probably not old enough to remember, but one time your buir took the both of us to Tatooine.” Boba leans forward, slipping his feet back down. You’re not sure why you’re thinking about Tatooine so much all of the sudden. Maybe there’s a parallel to be found between both trips. Whatever it is, you don’t like it.

“And? What happened?” Boba asks, interrupting your thoughts. You sigh, brushing some hair off his face. He bats you away with a playful scowl.

“We got caught. Nearly got the both of us in big trouble. Your buir managed to come rescue us, but he was pissed. And all because we wanted to go exploring.” He looks down.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go exploring this time then,” he says, looking sheepish. You knock your shoulder against his.

“Y’think?” you say. He knocks back and the two of you end up in a playful shoving war that lasts for just long enough for Boba to remember why he was frustrated in the first place.

“I hate waiting,” he says, going still and slumping down again. You sigh and join him in staring out the window.

“I know. It fucking sucks, doesn’t it?” It’s his turn to look at you in shock.

“Buir!” he says. You close your eyes and tilt your head back against the seat, pretending like you’re about to take a nap.

Instead, you crack one eye open at him.

“Maybe we can take just a peek out. We won’t leave the ship, just open the door and see what we can hear.” In truth, you’re as bad as he is as waiting. Boba shifts in his seat, nearly holding his breath, as he waits to see if you’re lying.

“Really?” You nod.

“Yes, really.” There’s a slight smirk on his face, the same one Jango always has right before he does something potentially dangerous, but in that moment, you fail to notice it.

Instead, you follow Boba down the ladder and through the cargo bay, aiming for the panel on the side, so you can lower the ramp just a bit.

“How long do you think Buir will be?” Boba asks, as he sorts through some of the excess junk stored in the bottom of the ship. You stop the ramp before it gets low enough to walk out — or in. Peering through the sides will have to do.

“Not sure. Could be all day. Maybe even all night. We’re supposed to figure out where we’re going from here.” Boba slips up beside you.

“How are we supposed to know where to go?” You shrug.

“We can always look at the ship’s database, see which places look off the grid.” Boba looks past you, at the barren wall of the canyon you’ve landed in.

“Good point. Hey, Buir, have you seen Ai-Ai anywhere?” A glance at Boba’s face shows you the true worry he feels, at odds with his casual tone. A tone that nearly makes you suspicious.

“You packed him, didn’t you?” you ask, turning away from the gap, poking back through the random collections of stuff. Boba doesn’t answer you, and when you hear shifting around, you take it to mean he’s looking for the beloved stuffed pet.

“Boba?” you finally call. “You packed him, right?” When you turn around, he’s gone.

You close your eyes, mentally berating yourself. The gap in the side. Just big enough for him to slip through. Always wanting to be a hero, to be strong like his buir.

“Shit,” you say, frozen with indecision. To go after him? Or stay, and wait? Which is better? ~~~ Jango is standing in the middle of the command center, listening to Dooku run his mouth about things he really has no care for, when the door whooshes open and two battle droids enter, hauling Boba between them.

His gut reaction is fear — if Boba is here, where are you? Then Boba sees him, and Jango sees the guilt flash over his face.

The little sneak ran off, he realizes, which means you must be panicking.

“Boba,” he says sternly. Boba hangs his head further, and with a wave from Dooku, the droids release him, letting him come stand beside Jango.

While he needs to get Boba back to you, he also can’t risk drawing attention to you. Not only does he not want to put you in danger, but you’re a fantastic weak spot for the Separatists surrounding him to exploit. Boba will just have to stay with him, until he can make his escape. He’ll try and comm you when he gets a chance, let you know Boba is safe. Ish.

Another droid approaches Dooku and says something too soft for Jango to make out. His unease grows. Something is happening. Dooku was none to pleased with Jango’s failure to kill the senator, and he’s worried about potential retaliation.

“It appears we have quite the show in store today,” Dooku says to him, gesturing to the balcony on the other side of the room.

Carefully, Jango escorts Boba outside, placing himself to the side of Dooku and the representatives for the Trade Federation, aware of every little movement, nerves stretched thin in a way that’s giving him a pounding migraine.

“What’s going on, Buir?” Boba whispers, and Jango tightens his hold on his shoulder, warning the boy not to speak too much. He’s trying to plan, trying to come up with an extraction. And it’s markedly more difficult to get out with Boba, than if he were by himself.

For now, he has to stay put. Has to watch for the opportune moment to make his escape. ~~~ Pressing your hands against your forehead to try and ease the stress headache growing with every moment Boba isn’t in your sight, you take deep breaths.

Okay. Okay.

Plan.

If you were Jango, what would you do? Go after Boba, but how, where, and for how long? You know there’s droids patrolling — you closed the ramp of the ship after a particularly curious set tried to come in. They got bored and left, but there’s got to be more where they came from.

This is a million times worse than Gardulla and her thugs — getting caught here could catapult you into the middle of a conflict you’re entirely unprepared for, with players much more important than a gangster in the middle of a wasteland.

So you have to figure out where on this maker-forsaken planet Boba got off to, and you have to do it stealthily.

No big scenes, no getting caught.

You have your little blade that Jango replaced, a blaster from his munitions locker. No armor or a jet pack, but you’re crafty and easily missed. Just keep your head down and blend in.

With another deep breath, you pull up the ship’s nav system and scanner, trying to piece together a path to take.

Geonosis is full of fucking tunnels. Just your luck. But there’s a city, or at least a concentration of settlements near where the ship’s been put down. That’ll be your start.

Deep breath.

You lower the ramp enough to slip out of, the same way Boba did, then start to pick your way towards the city.

The closer you get, the more a faint rumbling reaches your ears. As you navigate down a tunnel, ears straining for any hint you’re not alone, you realize the rumbling is cheering.

Okay.

Crowds can both work for and against you. Easier to blend in, harder to find Boba. The tunnel opens up on the left side, forming a half-wall, and you can see you’re over top of a battle arena. Your legs wobble a little, looking down at the sheer drop to the arena.

Across from you is a balcony, with a large congregation of people watching the scene unfolding beneath you. The stands are filled with Geonosians, each speaking in their clicking and rolling language, shouting jeers and cheering for the coming violence.

Someone on the balcony moves, and you see a flash of blue next to a glint of metal.

Jango. And Boba.

In the arena, three figures are chained to pillars, watching as three different creatures are prodded out of cages by Geonosians.

You feel pity for the three, but your bigger issue is getting to Jango and Boba. Briefly, you consider going back to the ship, now that you know Jango has Boba, but there’s a clatter of stone behind you and the tell-tell clicks, forcing you to move forward or risk being discovered and ending up with the others on the pillars.

Following the winding tunnel proves to be discombobulating, even as you try to navigate in the direction of the balcony. But the half-wall turns back into a full wall, and you can feel yourself descending, heading the opposite direction, with no cross tunnels to right yourself.

Frustrated, you grit your teeth and force yourself to stop and take stock of your options.

The cheering has reached a near-fevered pitch. In the distance, a single Geonosian speaks, the rolling cadence of his language muffled, but distinct against the cheers.

You turn back around. Going down will do you no good. You’ll have to backtrack and hope for the best. Head back for the ship and be ready to leave.

Footsteps shuffle down the hall, and you freeze, spotting a dip in the wall. You slip in and tuck yourself into the shadows, pressing as deep into the dirt as you can.

Two droids pass you, both armed with blasters. With a shiver, you dart behind them, racing back up the tunnel. You stumble as you reach the half-wall, nearly tripping over your own feet. The three figures are fighting back, one of them on top of the pillar. There’s shouting and chaos, and people jeering as the three hold their own.

Across the way, there is a sudden flash of purple, pointed straight at Jango’s neck.

You freeze, watching as he pushes Boba behind him. Around the arena, more lightsabers are activated, the bright blues and greens vivid against he stark landscape of the Geonosian arena.

“No,” you breathe, fingers clenching in fists at your sides. Not like this. Gasping, you continue back the way you came, frantically trying to map the city in your head. The central point. That’s where you need to be, to every try to get to that balcony. Jango said they’d be looking for him. But like this? He doesn’t stand a chance on his own, and you know he’s too prideful to ever back down on his own.

Back past the ship you race, towards a dirt road you initially discounted as heading away from everything.

But as you head down the road, you can see it’s taking you into the city, on ground level. You can work with this.

No longer caring if you’re noticed, you race along, weaving in and out of crowds of Geonosians, who voice their displeasure at being jostled. In the distance, the spires of the large buildings around the arena rise up. You’re on the right track.

Blaster fire echoes on the breeze, still too far to be much of a concern for the people who don’t know what’s going on in the arena.

But you know.

And you’re running out of time. ~~~ Jango can feel his pulse vibrating against his teeth, even as he takes a measured breath. Boba shivers beside him, and Jango glances out of the corner of his eye at the man wielding the lightsaber.

He speaks to Dooku, discounting Jango, which works in his favor. But he can’t make a move with the blade inches from his neck. Slowly, his hand creeps to his blaster, steady, despite the fear threatening to choke him.

In the distance, he hears the thump of battle droid feet, signaling the massive battle about to break out. The Geonosians start to fly away, and to his horror, he sees other lightsabers that have lit up across the way, far more than he can fight against, in addition to the two in the arena.

From the corner of his eye, he can see a small footpath, leading through the stands to a balcony attached to another room. Boba needs to get in there, he knows, so he’s shielded from any blasterfire.

And you. He still needs to warn you.

Battle droids are one thing, but a Jedi is nothing to mess with, and they’ll be after him. It’s only a matter of time before they locate the ship, if they haven’t already, and you won’t know they’re coming.

“It’s over, Dooku,” the Jedi says, and Jango takes another measured breath, looking down just enough to meet Boba’s eyes. Carefully, he looks pointedly behind Boba, to the other room. Boba looks at Jango, brow scrunched in confusion, and Jango swallows his frustration.

With another long glance behind Boba, he looks at his son again, pleading with him to understand. Boba can warn you too. If he can just get away.

Boba nods, finally, just once. Jango draws himself forward, putting himself between everyone and Boba, drawing the attention to himself in a practiced way.

The thumping of battle droid feet gets louder, and he feels Boba duck away behind him, as the first set of droids steps out onto the balcony. The Jedi removes his lightsaber from Jango’s neck, as the droids start to shoot at the Jedi. Jango snatches out his own blaster, noting the way in which Dooku steps back to let him handle the Jedi.

Disgust has him crinkling his nose, but he focuses on trying to down the Jedi, switching to his flamethrower when the Jedi manages to slip away, out of his reach.

With a huff, he flicks his blaster around before he holsters it. Dooku is still watching him, and he knows he’s expected to go after the Jedi, but he needs to ensure Boba has plenty of time to get away before Dooku even thinks about him.

So he’ll perform tricks to buy some time.

Without much more thought, he follows the Jedi down, off the balcony and into the heat of the battle. His blood pumps and he finds himself calculating escape routes even as he works his way through the Jedi and the creatures, aiming for the purple lightsaber, the lone one against the blues and greens.

With one last, quick glance back at the balcony, he sees the way Dooku stands over it all, seemingly unbothered by all the chaos and death around him.

“Forgive me,” he whispers, praying to the maker he no longer believes in that you hear him, that you find Boba, that you both get away.

The Reek slams into him, and he feels something in his ribs give way, as he’s tumbled over and over, head slammed around in his helmet until his ears ring.

When he manages to extricate himself, his whole body hurts, and his jet pack — already the back-up — is shot to shit. His blaster is in the dirt and he manages to grab it, just as the Jedi comes for him, waving his saber all around, a purple blur that’s too bright, too hot, too close.

Fear grips his mind, instinct flees him, even as he stands his ground.

Ten feet away. Seven. Five. Two.

Jango fires as quickly as he can, even as his mind races, telling him to run, telling him he can’t run, begging Boba to look away. To know how sorry he is.

He sees the swing of the saber, feels the blinding hot fire as it cuts through his hand, leaving nothing behind. Watches as the Jedi swings around again, this time for his neck.

Jango closes his eyes, even as he promises to meet death with them wide open.

Instead, all he sees is your face, you extending a hand to him.

He does not feel the next blow fall. ~~~ You burst onto a balcony at the height of the battle, and nearly turn, because this one is empty, and not the one you’re looking for.

It’s taken too much precious time to sneak past the droids — Geonosians leave you alone, battle droids do not — and everything is in full swing by the time you get there.

And then you see a small figured crouched in the shadows, watching it all go down.

You rush towards him, intending to tug him away, to get him to safety.

Instead, the both of you watch Jango fall.

[mooodyblue]

HI! hope you’re having a good day!

just wanted to request either lil! austin or even lil!elvis maybe gettin carsick with reader. maybe their going to disney land or somewhere fun and their super bummed about being sick and missin out on the fun day y’all had planned.

ps. love your writing 🫶🏼

thank you!! ❤️❤️ super cute request! i used austin since i know he loves disney and talks about visiting all the time ^^

warnings: little space, mentions of vomiting(not detailed tho)

wc: 737

masterlist

this was probably the most chaotic trip you've ever been on. the moment austin found out you'd never been to disneyland, he just about lost his mind. and now, here you are on a spontaneous trip to disneyland.

it was a bit of a drive and unfortunately, austin got a bit overexcited before you left, causing him to slip into his headspace. normally you wouldn't mind austin being little, but on a day like today? he hated the long car ride and the only thing you could do to keep him quiet was to give him one of his snacks or something to chew on.

with there still being hours left on the road, you wanted to try and get austin to sleep a little before heading to your next rest stop. but he just refused to sleep. he wanted his bed, his comfy pillows, his bedtime stuffie and more importantly, to not be in a bumpy car ride. "austin, this will go by faster if you try and sleep."

"i don't wanna sleep!" he crossed his arms. "want my bed."

"well, it's gonna be awhile. at least try to sleep until we get to the next rest stop, we can get you a snack when you wake up!" your hands gripped tighter on the wheel, trying to not lose your mind at the grumpy boy next to you.

austin let out a huff, staring out the window and fighting off his sleep. he refused to sleep in the car.

you got to the next rest stop and parked, letting austin jump out to stretch his legs. "momma, can i get a snack now?" he asked before you could even get out of the car, impatient as ever. if only he took that nap.

"let me get out of the car first." you chuckled, heading to the trunk to pull out a random lunchable you packed just for him. austin gasped, jumping up and down as he took it from your hands. "now, don't eat it too fast. i don't want you to get sick."

the two of you sat for awhile, letting austin run around for a bit while you checked to see how many hours you had left till you arrived. you were finishing up on your phone when austin ran up to you, "momma, can we go now?" he whined. you sighed and got up, "alright, c'mon aus."

not even two hours back on the road, you noticed austin was quiet as he stared at the window, rubbing at his eyes. "you okay?"

"don't feel good."

you began to panic. you really didn't need austin getting sick in your car. "you're not gonna throw up, are you?"

"no....i don't think so." he shook his head.

"you have to tell momma if you need to. we don't want you getting the car dirty."

ten minutes later, put a hand over his mouth, shaking at your shoulder. you glanced over at him, eyes widened. "oh damn, okay. hold on, please don't throw up in the car." you begged, finding a way to pull over. austin jumped out immediately, barely making it to the grass. you rushed over to him, rubbing his back softly. austin never mentioned anything about ever getting carsick so this was new for you, definitely something to ask about when he was out of his headspace.

but there was no way you could make it to disney when austin was in this condition, icky and grumpy were two things that did not go together. austin let out tiny sobs as he stayed hunched over, hands on his knees. "baby....i don't think we're gonna make it to disney today."

that only made austin cry more. you were just as disappointed as he was, but his health was always your top priority. he shook his head violently. "no no no! wanna go to disney! wanna go now!"

"bunny," you crouched down, cupping his face. "what if we go tomorrow instead, hm?" he looked down at you with sad eyes, hating that his whole day was ruined. "there's a hotel down the street that we can stay at, you'll even get to sleep in a bed! doesn't that sound nice? a nice big, comfy bed?"

the look on his face broke your heart, like you just crushed all his hopes and dreams. tomorrow was not far from now and with austin being austin, you could probably pull some strings to change your passes to tomorrow.

but that did sound nice, austin really just wanted to get some sleep. his head was aching and his stomach felt gross. he nodded sadly. "disney tomorrow?"

you nodded. "disney tomorrow, i promise. now let's get you cleaned up."

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Never let go of hope pt.2

I finally got part 2 rewritten, honestly I don’t think I’m too happy with it but I just couldn’t seem to get into the flow of this part but it’s short so I guess it doesn’t really matter I hope y’all enjoy tho                                                                                                                                                                                      Part 1  Part 3

After a few months had gone by (at least that’s how long I think it had been, time goes by differently here) I had settled down and had gotten used to the tiring and never-ending days of Neverland. The one thing I never got used to was Peters cockiness and smugness, naturally I would bite back try to take him down a peg or two, the first time I did it the lost boys were shocked some even looked scared but they were even more shocked the first time Peter couldn't retaliate, he just walked away, I'm sure that's when I earned some of the lost boys' respect. when I arrived the lost boys had been wary of me, to be fair I didn't blame them I was a strange person that no-one knew anything about or why I was brought here.

One day as the boys had been returning from a daily hunt (they didn't trust me enough yet to let me come along with them on these trips) there was a young boy who had been seriously injured another lost boy had carried him back to the dropped him in the middle of the camp. No one had even bothered to check up on the poor boy, now don’t get me wrong it wasn’t life threatening but it was really bad yet he was not in tears like you would expect. I then noticed that they all had scrapes and cuts with not one person taking care of them yet none of them complained about being in pain.

I decided that since no one else was going to do anything that I would, I slowly walked towards the young boy and crouched to his eye level "Hey... are you alright sweetie?" I asked softly making sure not to startle the boy, he looked back at me and I saw in his eyes something that I couldn't quite describe and he shook his head yes but I knew it was a lie I could see it in his face "you know... you are allowed to feel hurt and it’s okay, you don’t always have to put on a brave face, if you feel like you need to cry you should, the only thing that will happen will be that you’ll get help...so are you sure you're alright?" the next moment the boy began to wail, he sobbed so loud that it grabbed the attention of a few of the other boys. It upset me how hurt the boy was, how could Peter put such young boys in so much danger without even batting an eye. I gently started to tend to the boys injuries after I had finished I brought the poor boy into a hug and I started to hum a tune, a tune that I would hum to myself whenever I was scared or when I felt alone, I began to rock him gently. His loud sobs slowly became soft hiccups, I look up to see some of the other younger boys sitting or laying around me listening to the humming, I smiled softly, these boys really are just innocent, they shouldn't be put through all this. After a while the boy had gone quiet, I looked down at the boy in my arms and found he had fallen asleep, I looked to the other boys to see that they were all asleep too, I thought of asking one of the older boys to help me get them all to their beds but I highly doubted that any of them would help, so I stood carefully making sure not to wake the boy in my arms.

After making my way to his tent I gently lay him down and covered him with his blankets and walked back out. I started to put the other boys in their beds one by one, then I got to one of the bigger boys and I couldn't pick him up, I tried but I just couldn't and I definitely couldn't just leave him there, so I tried again but it was useless, then all of a sudden the boy had been picked up by someone, I looked up to see the one and only Peter Pan himself holding the young boy "uh you don't have to do that" he raised his eyebrow at me "clearly I do since you are too weak to do it" I thought of a quick come back but decided I against it not really in the the mood for one of our arguments "thank you" "yeah whatever" after a long and awkward silent walk to the boys tent I decided to speak up "Have you found out why I'm here yet? or are we still being left in the dark by that shadow of yours?" he raised an eyebrow at me and scoffed "no I don't know… and he's not my shadow he was here even before I was" "oh" I looked up at him and saw something in his eyes I wasn't sure what but there was something "so, how did you get here? I mean did he bring you here? were you like chosen by him to be here and to lead the boys?" I was really curious, I couldn't help it, it was in my nature, and its not my fault that he was so intriguing. he put the boy down on his bed and turned to face me "get to bed lost girl" he started to walk away from me "but you didn't..." "sleep, now!" I huffed and walked to my bed, I'd have to get my answers some other way some other time.