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ok hear me out - fruity four but with a ‘good friend’ reader who knows they’re poly (aka we all have a crush on you hngghhg pls let us love u pls)

ok so, maybe someday, readers feeling a little more emotionally vulnerable, and while on the topic of nighttime routines, when it comes to ur turn, ur like “oh yea i get ready in like, complete silence, lol im so in my own head, I’ll go through the motions of braiding my hair so it doesn’t get in my face, filling my hot water bottle up bc im icicle cold, filling my drinking bottle up cus i wake up randomly super thirsty, making sure i do alllll of my skincare and maybe get a little snacky snack” and they’re all like 😍😍 yeah? until you end the little explanation with “a lot of the time, i pretend someone else is just doing all of that for me, yknow, like taking care of me and being all soft and not forgetting a step, like I pretend that my heads just empty and I don’t have to think, but then when it comes to sleep-bed-time, it makes me a little sad when I realise that no one’s actually there to cuddle me to sleep, so I try not to do that anymore! :)”

and they’re all like??? mortified. horrified. their sweet, sweet ‘friend’ (dear god pls like us pls) is all alone??“ur lonely? :(“ but reader so immediately denies it like nope. me? no ofc not im just extra soft and sensitive sometimes so it helps to pretend it’s someone else - pretend silly!!

and then it begins. Eddie hands you a water bottle. Normal, until he insists, quite silently, to be the one holding it while u drink from it, tilting his head down to ask a little “enough?” when he senses ur done

and then there’s that one time when nancys going through ur wardrobe after turning up at the ass crack of dawn and ur still half asleep in ur pjs, “looking” for a sweater she coulda sworn she left here that one time, just for her to slyly build your outfit for the day, all casual like “hey, here u go, and I’m gonna do ur hair this way too, could help u put it on if ur still sleepy? :)”

steve knowing ur indecisive - he use to not wanna make u uncomfy and overstep by being a bit dominant and assuming how you’d want things, but now has no qualms abt take out. the usual back and forth over “what do u wanna eat” “idk steve, u decide” “well idk what I fancy, what do u fancy” “I’ll have whatever Steve i promise” and when u do decide on a place, the whole other back and forth over what to actually order.

So now he just lets you know with a soft smile like “just ordered a chicken korma in, made sure to get u that nice mango chutney and a couple poppadoms, we’re watching greese too in a sec :)” and u feel.. weirdly safe. comforted? u can’t put ur finger on it so u try not to dwell on the feeling.

robin gets so touchy. they all like to be touchy with eachother, and at this point ofc are as touchy as they dare with you, but my god robin kicks it up so many notches. thinks nothing of biting u. which the first time she does it ur all like “ 0-0 huh?” until she explains that she cant sit still and ur literally right there so she’s naturally gonna get all chompy, and ur nice enough to be like “ohhhh alright” cus it’s not like she’s doing anything heinous, it’s just one of her quirks, right? always putting her legs over urs until she can find a way to get urs on her own, leaning into ur side until she can casually figure out how to make u do the same.

oh god. a sleepover. the thing they’ve been building up for. All of this? layered on THICK. you know they’ve been meticulously planning every single step of the night and planning everyone’s roles

(so so so many disagreements cus Eddie and Robin both wanna braid ur hair, but nancys the only one who actually knows how to braid. or Steve and Eddie fighting tooth and nail over who gets to do ur skincare until they decide that Steve can do all the washing and Eddie gets to do the nice soft pat pat pat towel drying)

They try and be smooth abt it but ofc it’s so different to other sleepovers. and u sorta just let them do it. u feel so selfish but it’s like.. the second Steve and Eddie pull u into the bathroom and Eddie picks up ur toothbrush to do ur teeth before ur facewash, u tear up a little. u feel selfish for indulging in their kindness but don’t wanna stop them. u wanna be cuddled by them all to sleep so badly but also not overstep relationship boundaries

WOOOOOF!!!! WROW!!!! IM......MELTING......no,, I'm too soft for this, im......sobs.....

being so vulnerable with them and getting rewarded for it.....it's like laying a present in their laps--they've loved you so much for so long, they've always wondered what they could do to show that, and now you've just dropped the answer right in front of them without even realizing it. them hoping you realize what they're doing when they fulfill all those dreams of yours, when they care for you down to the littlest detail, but in some ways they almost hope you don't, because it's almost better to watch you be so shy around them when they're doing things for you and be moved nearly to tears when they insist on taking away any stress you might be subject to. and then you feel selfish, you worry you're getting in the way of their relationship, and all four of them know they have to make it clear to you that you're one of them. they've just gotten what they wanted--to dote on you and be the ones you rely on completely--and they're not letting that go because of some silly worry you have of taking advantage of them. you could never do that, ever, they can promise you that.

#scratchietella #fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #eddie munson #st 4 #stranger things #ellie chats #anons

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Wasted 7

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

The other girl in this one is from Black Light

Part of The Club AU

The lug of a brute of a douche shoves you through the doors and flings you towards the curb. You stagger and feel the heel of your shoe bend precariously. No way. You look down and check that it hasn’t snapped. These are nice shoes.

“Hey,” you turn on him as your friend puts her arms out to steady herself, “you don’t have to be rude.”

“Go,” he tilts his head, pointing at your companion, “both of you.”

“You coulda broke my shoe.”

“Leave,” he snarls.

You puff and flutter your lashes. You look over at your partner in crime then back to the burly bouncer. You squint as you see how he watches her fix her wig as it slumps forward on her head. You stuck your teeth and chuckle.

“Bro, she’s not into you, and she’s not gonna be if you keep being a dick,” you spout.

“What? I’m not– go!” He sputters.

You cackle and signal to the other girl. You can’t believe it. He’s acting like some schoolyard bully. He probably read a book on negging and thought it would help work through his insecurity. No amount of manipulation can make him tolerable. The scar isn’t bad, it’s his personality that’s repugnant.

“Come on,” you grab Snickerdoodle, “we’ll figure something else out.”

“Don’t come back,” he growls.

“Don’t come back,” you mimic in a bellowy voice, “dumbass.”

You drag your friend away and she waves, “oh, bye!”

You yank her up beside you and shake your head, “you don’t have to be nice to that jackass.”

“He’s just doing his job.”

“He’s an asshole,” you insist, “he sees someone who can feel more than self-pity and spite and he can’t stand it. Don’t let him get to you. You're too good for him.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I just… he does have a way of picking you out in a crowd,” you say, “men don’t usually mature past adolescence, you know?”

“Oh… well, I was thinking, it’s probably not anything like that. Because that would be kinda weird, but my theory, so you know he has that cool scar and he probably thinks it’s ugly so he tries to protect himself by being mean and scary. Like, I read somewhere, this thing; hurt people hurt people.”

“Jesus,” you roll your eyes, “tell me you don’t have live, laugh, love on your wall.”

“Hmmm, I put it in the wrong order. I thought it was love, laugh, live, because love always comes first.”

You laugh but she’s not amused. You stop and look at her in the yellow cast of the streetlight as you pass beneath it.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you.”

“I know, I do things backwards,” she shrugs.

“No, not backwards, just your own way,” you nudge her gently, “don’t worry about it. We’re done with that place.”

“But… but that guy– wait, are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” you shake your head and hold back a shudder, “just some scummy dealer…” you swallow as you continue around the corner, “thanks for coming to find me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” she trills, “you wanna sleepover? I have cookie dough!”

You chew your cheek. She’s sweet, too nice for you. Yet the hope in her voice makes it hard to deny. Besides, you know how much is hurts to be left behind by people you thought were your friends.

“Sure,” you take her hand, “but I get to choose the movie.”

🍸

The sleepover doesn’t involve much sleeping. You doze for about twenty minutes during the showing of Mean Girls but wake to the imaginary weight of a hand around your throat. The man, the one referred to as Buck, haunts your mind with his gritty threats. Both encounters mingle in a twisted nightmare that has you restless.

Snickerdoodle tosses and turns but is otherwise passed out beside you. She hugs a stuffed yeti in her arms as she snores gently into its fluffy head. There’s a certain bravery to her so boldly following her own tune.

You sit up and gently leave her. You grab your phone and bite your thumb as you scroll without reading. You’re not going to give up. That asshole deserves vengeance but you know you can’t bring her into it again. She doesn’t deserve that.

You don’t need to get into the club, you just have to wait him out. When he’s least expecting it you’ll get him. You don’t know what you’ll do but you have time to figure it out.

You languish in the silence. You close your eyes and see him again, you hear his snarls, you feel his grimy hands. And that powerlessness returns to you. Your chest knots up as the memory of gravel chafing through your shirt speckles across your skin. The echo of your own pathetic pleas roll through your head.

You can’t just wallow in that one night. It won’t define you. You’ve survived worse for longer. Just keep going, like you always do.

You move around awkwardly, tiptoeing as you find your purse and ease open the door. You creep down the hallway and past the closed doors of the slumbering suburban house. You bring up google maps and search for the closest coffee shop. The least you can do is wake your new friend up with something sweet. You do owe her after all.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #au #the club #wasted #series #mcu #marvel #avengers #winter soldier

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roboromantic · 4 days

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OKAY movie was really really good. I do have a couple minor critiques and general thoughts below; no real order just whatever I happen to remember wanting to mention

would it have killed them to have Alpha Trion just say "No child of Primus is born without a T-cog." It would've been significantly less clunky than "son or daughter" and more inclusive; it felt like a step backwards from Earthspark :/

I woulda liked to get to know the Iacon High Guard a bit more, we really didn't get much time with them. We coulda had a bit of a teaser of them by having them attack the train that OP et al. were on, which would also show that they sabotage Sentinel

that said I think the whole "we follow the strongest bot" thing and having Starscream actively push Megatron to fight him harder was a nice change of pace from the "Megatron abuses Starscream" narratives that have kinda been the norm since ...Aligned I guess? it does feel like that means they shoulda followed Optimus at the end since he clearly defeated Megatron, but it doesn't really bother me that much

also it's only been 50 "cycles" since the Primes went offline??? surely SOMEONE besides the High Guard would remember how things used to be

It's interesting that the Primes have been kind of downgraded from being made to fight against Unicron to being made to fight Quintessons, but hey I'm all for chucking the CoP stuff out lmao

speaking of chucking stuff — I don't think they ever mentioned an AllSpark. The Matrix of Leadership was what sort of healed Cybertron instead, which was interesting.

did the scene from the trailer where Megatron looked particularly purple get cut or did I just not notice it

using Airachnid's memory to transmit the incriminating evidence kinda felt like it came from nowhere? like yeah she "sees everything" but the idea of being able to just.....wave her head over a table or st didn't have any kind of setup

the synchronized Creation of both Megatron and Optimus. chef's kiss, perfection, and I'm pretty sure Primus pulling in Orion to transform him into Optimus was staged more or less the same as the scene where Unicron rebuilds Megatron into Galvatron in the '86 movie? very neat detail if true. anyway people in the theater were cheering when Optimus flew back out to fight Megs.

ough. the portrayal of the MegOp friendship and build up to enemity was sooooooooo good. was NOT expecting Megatron to actually shoot Optimus and OUGH GOING FROM "WHY DID YOU DO THAT" TO "I'M DONE SAVING YOU." SCREAMING, CRYING, ETC.

I kinda thought the Quintessons would play a bigger role in the movie, lmao. guess that's potential sequel material? sidenote but I think it would be very funny if they just called it Transformers: Two

establishing Bee as a guy who's been working a shitty job alone for who knows how long I think made him significantly less annoying then I probably would've found him otherwise. I don't think he was THAT bad but. yeah

ok that bit near the start of the movie where OP is like "I feel like I could drill down far enough to touch Primus himself!" followed by Elita saying "You don't have the touch OR the power" made literally no sense. it was very obviously just "hey y'all remember the '86 movie?"

I kinda thought Megatron was going to do a whole "You are being deceived" speech to the masses but sadly no 😔

#Chal's tf ramblings #TF: One spoilers #Transformers spoilers

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keep-the-wolves-close · 4 months

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Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 1: cowboy take me away

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, healing, dealing with some post trauma, fairly tame tbh

* Word count: 4,198ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Hey everyone! We’re back at it again at the Krispy Kreme ✌🏻😝 (💀 I cannot believe I just did that along with a vine reference lmao.) (Please don't run in the other direction lol.)

Welcome to the continuation of Steady Heart! Thank you for coming along and continuing the journey with me! Here we are at the beginning of season 3! I can’t wait to see what lies ahead for our favorite, as Rip calls them, “merry band of misfits”. I hope everyone enjoys our soft start into the season, and the adventure ahead!

The door to the foreman’s lodge opened. It pulled Stella’s attention from the book she was reading, her heart dropped and her hand fell to her gun. She'd been jumpy ever since the night she got attacked. She glanced up and saw it was Kayce who greeted her from the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled softly to avoid pulling the gash on her face and folded her book closed, placing it on the coffee table.

“Hey, you.” She welcomed and started to stiffly rise from the couch to be gentle on her ribs, but Kayce met her at the couch stopping her motion.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Hey back.”

She closed her eyes and hummed. “I still gotta get used to that.”

Kayce chuckled and sat next to her. “Me too. How’re you feelin’ today?” He gave a quick glance at her pistol.

Stella leaned back into the couch slow and steady and crossed him with a look of her own to stop any argument about being skittish. “I think I’m alright.”

“You think?” He placed his arm behind her on the back of the couch.

“Well I mean my ribs are probably gonna hurt for a while no matter how healed they are. My bruises don’t hurt anymore though.”

“What about,” he motioned to his eyebrow.

She grabbed the side of her bottom lip between her teeth and contemplated the change to her face. “I just gotta be careful to not stretch the skin too much, which is ass.” She laughed. “I never realized how much I actually used my eyebrows.”

“I coulda told you that, sugar.”

She flattened her face and gave him a side-eye. “Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” she quipped sarcastically. “Anyway, how’s Tate?”

Kayce blew out a heavy breath. “He’s okay, sleeping a little better, but still waking up scared.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I understand being scared at the moment.”

Kayce stared down at her in the crook of his arm and shook his head. Of course she was worried about everyone but herself. “No, Monica is still with him. When she isn’t, I am.”

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be good for him to see me still so busted up right now. It would do more harm than good. How’s Monica?”

“Very happy that our son is alive. Grateful to you for trying to stop them.”

“I wish he would have kept running to the big house.” Stella placed her head back against Kayce’s arm and closed her eyes. She had to turn her brain off from thinking about everything she should have done versus what she did. It wouldn’t get her anywhere. “I’m still exhausted from all that mess.”

“I don’t doubt you are, but him coming back might have been the only thing that saved you.”

“I still wish he wouldn’t have come back. I would have been fine, eventually, and he wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”

“We’ll make it through, Stell. I’m just glad you both are still here.” Kayce draped his hand on her shoulder.

For a few moments, Stella pretended like everything was okay, that she and Kayce just got back from a long day. It was peaceful in his presence. She was grateful that he and Ryan found her when they did. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if she went untreated for longer. She opened her eyes thinking about her brother. “Oh, Ryan told me you guys are building a new barn further out?”

“When we’re out in the farther pastures, it would be nice to have a spot to go to that has extra supplies and things.” He faced her. “Speaking of which, we’re settin' up a spike camp until July.”

“Why?”

“Rip and I wanna be sure the clover isn’t gonna come back. We checked the fields this mornin’, and it didn’t look like there was any growing back, but we can’t be too careful. So we’re gonna babysit the herd. You wanna come with us?” He knew she would love the change of pace. He decided to not mention Tate coming along just yet. He didn’t want her to worry about him seeing her.

“I would be kinda useless for a little while yet. I shouldn’t even technically ride, as much as that fact pisses me off.”

“I’m not bringin’ ya up there to work, Stell. I just want you to have a change of scenery. But if you get to feelin’ right, you’re more than welcome to join the guys.” Kayce cringed. “If your brother doesn’t have a heart attack about it.”

She smiled at him. “C’mere.” He scooted closer for her. She leaned into him and whispered, “thank you,” on his lips as she kissed him.

Kayce carefully leaned his forehead against Stella’s. “I should go back up to the main house to be with Tate, but either myself or your brother will come get you in the mornin’.”

Stella nodded and stiffly stood with him. “What time?”

“Early. Probably 4:30 quarter of five.”

She groaned, “ugh, fuckin’ ranch hours,” and followed him to the door. Reaching out to grab his hand, she pulled him into a hug. “I mean it.” Stella didn’t know how else to say thank you anymore.

He pulled back just enough to gaze affectionately down at her. “You’re welcome, sugar.” He closed the gap and placed a gentle kiss on her lips as she brought her hand to his chest.

There was a groan that sounded behind the couple. “That’s the last thing I needed to see tonight,” Ryan grouched.

Stella faced down at the ground, with her eyes closed. Nervous about being caught so soon. “Hey, Ry.” Her face and neck heated up.

Kayce laced his fingers through hers as he stepped back, avoiding Ryan’s gaze. “I’m gonna go let Monica have a break.”

“See ya later, cowboy.” Their fingers squeezed each other and then slipped apart as he stepped away.

While Kayce walked off, the siblings stared at one another. Both of them had their lips pressed together and arms crossed. Stella’s face felt like it was on the sun with how red it must have been. The pair dissolved into laughter.

Stella cleared her throat. “You wanna come in?”

“It doesn’t smell like sex in there, does it?”

Stella rolled her eyes. “Oh my fuckin’ god, Ryan. No.”

Ryan nodded and stepped up to the door, trailing behind his sister. He watched while she made her way to the refrigerator.

“You want anything to drink?” She grabbed a Sprite from the fridge.

He stepped up to a kitchen chair, pulling it out and taking a seat. “Nah, we’re gonna be drinking later. I just wanted to check on you for the night before we did.” He took notice of her gun on her hip, but made no mention of it. He’d been keeping an eye on her, everyone had, especially with how edgy she’d been.

She cracked open her soda and leaned back against the sink to face Ryan. “I’m doing alright for the most part. Just starting to get bored,” she complained as she took a sip of her soda. “Very bored,” she sighed.

“I understand, but we need you 100%. Don’t need you hurting yourself more.”

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled. Just because it was true didn’t make it suck any less. “Kayce invited me to come to the spike camp with y’all.”

Her brother's eyebrows shot up. “Oh he did, did he?”

“Yeah. Figured I would like a change of scenery. Which I would. Very much.” Stella stared at him, hoping to make her point. “Also, most likely so both you and himself could still keep an eye on me and keep me out of trouble.” She grinned.

Ryan leaned in the chair and propped his elbow on the backrest. “It’s irritating how smart he is.”

Her grin widened. “You’re just mad he thought of it first. He’s always been that smart.” She sat her soda on the counter and crossed her arms. “Is it okay if I go? I don’t wanna be stuck here by myself.”

“You wouldn’t be by yourself.”

“I know.” She shrugged. “But I wanna be with you and Kayce because y’all don’t treat me like I’m fragile like everyone else has been.”

“As long as you follow through with not working.” He fixed her with a look.

“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands in surrender. “I promise. I’ll sit with John and give everyone shit.” She smiled. “Now you go have fun. I’ll see y’all in the mornin’.”

Stella wandered around the foreman’s lodge aimlessly. She thought about going to hang out with the wranglers while they cut up, but she didn’t have the energy to be around the rambunctious bunch. She loved them, but she needed quiet. Reaching to grab her soda, she made her way to the little front porch area of the lodge. As she strode across the room, she made sure her gun was still on her hip.

She dropped into the single chair and fixed her glasses. Her feet swung up to cross at the ankles on the small table in front of her. The fizzy carbonation of her soda tickled her nose as she took a swig and swallowed. Stella surveyed the landscape carefully.

She could see the round pen, the cow pen, the barn, and the bunkhouse from where she sat. The lights were on in the house, so that gave her some comfort that her brother was close by if she needed him.

A breath pushed past Stella’s lips as she forced herself to calm down. The guys who were responsible for kidnapping Tate and beating the shit out of her were taken care of. She had to convince herself no one was going to sneak up on her.

“Everything is okay. We’re okay. We’re alive. Just breathe. You’re safe.” Stella encouraged herself, taking a few deep breaths in between her affirmations.

She’d been telling herself that a lot lately. That’s why her gun was glued to her hip. She had made the grave mistake of being caught without it, and it almost cost her her life. Stella vowed to never get found without it again.

The sounds of the ranch made her startle every once and a while, but eventually she settled and allowed herself to relax back in the chair. The thought of Rip probably wandering around somewhere nearby like a prowling bear made her fully sit back. Yes Kayce and her brother were nearby, but Rip was closer. She knew he wouldn’t be done with making sure everything was closed up for the night yet.

The longer she sat there, the calmer she became and the sounds of the ranch finally convinced her eyes to shut. Stella could still hear the horses in the pasture nearby, and the settling of the farm equipment, so she wasn’t fully asleep. It was a catnap state. She hadn’t been getting the fittest sleep since she came home from the hospital, so whatever rest her body would allow, she’d take it.

The crunch of the gravel that led up to the foreman’s lodge in between the stepping stones, startled Stella awake. “Stella-belle?” A gravelly voice intoned softly from her side. A warm calloused hand draped around her forearm and her eyes shot open. Without thought, she whipped her arm out to the side and hit the offender away from her. She scrambled to stand and back away from the intruder. Her hand dropped to her holster.

Rip stood back quickly and held his hands out like he would to a frightened horse. “Woah woah! Stella it’s me!”

Her eyes focused and her brain finally came out of its sleepy haze. “Oh my fucking god,” she wheezed out. From her quick movements her ribs smarted at her angrily. She moved her hand to her right side and hissed at the pain.

Rip wanted to help her, but knew she didn’t like being touched when she was in pain. He felt helpless as he watched her pant, trying to get her breath back. She paced back and forth, regulating her way through the discomfort. Slowly, it backed down to a throbbing versus a stabbing sting.

“Damn, Wheelie.”

“I’m sorry. I should have made more noise.”

Stella pursed her lips. She knew he didn’t mean to do it, and her anger was misplaced because of the pain of her own doing. She shouldn’t take it out on him. “It’s alright. What’s up?”

“I just got done laying into the wranglers because their asses are still awake and we got shit to do this morning. I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I actually fell asleep after a while.” She yawned and scratched her head. “What time is it?”

“3:45. You should head to an actual bed, Stella-belle.”

“I should probably just stay up and get packed.”

Rip frowned. “Packed?” He pushed open the lodge door and motioned her inside. “For what?”

Stella grabbed her empty soda bottle and followed his direction, stepping into the house. She tossed the bottle into the little recycling bin next to the fridge. “I’m going to the spike camp with ya.” She smirked over her shoulder while she went to grab one of Kayce’s duffelbags.

“You’re what?”

“You heard me. And my brother and Kayce agreed. So I’m coming with y’all.” Stella opened Kayce’s closet and made a small “ha,” when she found the medium-sized bag on the floor. Heavy boots hit the ground behind her and she spun around to face the angry bear of a man she’d become so fond of.

She grinned up at him. “I already promised that I would sit with John and give everyone shit while y’all worked.”

The corners of Rip’s mouth turned further downward in a frown. “Stella…,” he let her name hang in the air.

“Riiip,” she dragged out his small name. Stella gently weaved around him to the dresser Kayce was letting her use for her clothes. Rip sighed behind her and she ignored him. She went about pulling out her clothes for at least a week, more than sure she’d have to come back down and get more. She decided she would cross that bridge when she got there.

“You love running us ragged, don’t you?”

Stella placed the pile of clothes she had in her hand in the bag and turned to look at him. His shoulders sagged, he looked exhausted. Not only did he have everything else going on, but he had become her unofficial babysitter. Kayce and Ryan were smart for that because they knew if she didn’t listen to them, she would listen to Rip. Her lips pulled together in an affectionate smile. She adjusted the frames on her nose, opened her arms and waved him over. “C’mere.”

When he didn’t step toward her fast enough, she met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, Rip.” He placed his arms around her shoulders to keep away from her ribs. Stella took as deep a breath as she could and settled into the curve of his arm. “I know you worry and don’t tell anyone. Think of it this way,” she leaned back and Rip slowly let her go. “You’ll have me within eyesight, uninterrupted, unless my brother or Kayce steal me away.”

Stella backed up and brushed her shirt off nervously. “Plus, I need to do something about being this edgy. I think nature will help me reset that.” She shrugged. “Help me trust myself again.”

Rip gave a quick look down at her holster, thankful that she hadn’t pulled it on him outside. He knew she was having a hard time adjusting to being back on the ranch, the same place that the awful event occurred. He’d observed her jump at sounds and people she’d known for years over the last few weeks. It definitely wasn’t like her to spook that easy. He reached out and ruffled her hair quickly. “Alright, you heathen. I suppose that’s a good deal.”

“Hey!” Stella backed away from his hand giggling. “That’s hurtful.”

“Where’s the lie? Can’t be a lie if it’s the truth, now can it?” Rip crossed his arms and leaned back against the door jamb and smirked.

“I am not a heathen, I’m a lady.”

“Bullshit, you and this merry band of misfits are all heathens. You and your brother are at the top of that list.”

Stella clutched at her nonexistent pearls. “Rip Wheeler! I thought you knew me better than that.”

He chuckled deeply. The warmth from seeing her smile spreading throughout his chest, even if it was just for a minute. He stole a glance at the alarm clock he had set up on the bedside table and read that it was pushing on 4:00 am. “Alright, Stella-belle. I’ll leave you be to finish getting ready. Is anyone coming to get you?”

Stella smiled at him, not as wide as she would have liked, but wider than a few weeks ago. “Yeah, my brother or Kayce. Which from the sounds of it, it’ll be me getting him instead.” She huffed out a laugh through her nose. “So I’ll finish up here and see you soon, Wheelie. You go wrangle those boys into shape.” They shared a smirk, as Rip nodded and quietly made his way out of the lodge to agitate the guys.

Stella waited about 20 minutes before she started getting antsy. She knew that Kayce had other things to worry about, he shouldn’t have to worry about being responsible for her too. She hurried into the bedroom, gripped up the duffel bag, and rushed to the door. She slipped on her boots and threw her hair up in a messy bun that looked slept in. Making her way out the door, she made sure her hand gun was on her hip still and her knife on the other and made sure to close the door behind her.

She looked out by the barn and saw everyone mostly ready. Lloyd had been dubbed the driver of the wagon. Tate climbed up into the cart next to the older man and settled himself in. The little boy looked as if he was vibrating with excitement for this new adventure. Stella’s stomach dropped at the thought of him seeing what had happened to her. She didn’t want him to blame himself. Rip was off to the side holding John’s horse, Red, and Tate’s horse, Lucky. She watched as everyone milled about. Ryan worked on setting up Blue Jeans, exhausted, and quite honestly still looked drunk to Stella. Kayce was on top of Tank, making sure everything was ready to go for their ride. Abigail was tacked up next to him. He must have felt her staring at him because when he looked up they locked eyes.

He noticed she had one of his duffelbags slung on her shoulder, and one of his larger flannels overtop of her t-shirt. His eyes twinkled with affection at her display, and he dismounted from Tank, cutting a path directly to her.

Stella met Kayce and welcomed the soft hug he offered. He carefully transferred the bag to his hand from her shoulder and gave it to Jake to put in the wagon. He looked around to make sure no one was gawking, and scanned his gaze back down to Stella, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead to the left of the healing gash. “I was gonna come get you in a few minutes, I was hoping to give you more time to sleep.”

“Well, luckily for you, I’ve been awake since like quarter of four.” She laughed inwardly.

Kayce made a disapproving face. “Did you sleep at all?”

Stella withdrew from the comfort of his hug and sighed. “Yes, Kayce. I did. On the porch ironically enough. Rip already yelled at me,” she smirked over at Rip who’d been listening in this whole time. “Didn’t you?” He dipped his head in confirmation. She turned back to face Kayce. “And I slept pretty well for the first time in a while. I’m ready to rock and roll. Thank you for getting Abs ready for me.”

Her gaze landed on the mare that she’d only been able to walk around, lunge, and pet due to her restrictions recently. She moved over to her and brushed her hand along the roan’s nose softly. “Hey baby. You ready for an adventure?” Abigail blew a sigh into Stella’s hand.

A throat cleared from behind Stella. John came up beside her. “You sure you’re good to go on the trek?”

Stella bobbed her head. “Yessir. I should be right as rain in no time. I’ll be your buddy for giving everyone else hell.” She giggled quietly. “Besides, I gotta get away from here for a while.” They shared a look because John knew exactly what she meant. She almost died not too far from where they were standing. A little vacation would do her well. John nodded to her and stepped back to let her mount up. He didn’t go too far just in case she fell. Kayce took a few steps closer, joining his father if Stella needed a hand.

Stella stepped forward and placed her left foot in her stirrup. She reached for the horn and tried her best to step up into her saddle without showing the mild discomfort it caused. A quiet groan escaped her barely parted lips. She bent forward to pat Abigail’s neck. “See, girl?” Stella huffed, trying to catch her breath. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?” The large mare grunted back at her as if to say, ‘not for me, but it was awful for you.’

John spotted Jamie as he trotted up to the group. John instantly moved to give him directions. He had other plans for his son in mind. “Stick that horse back in the barn.” He pointed in the building’s general direction. “Move your gear outta the bunkhouse.”

Jamie halted his horse, and his stomach twisted into knots. “Move it where?”

“The lodge.” John explained simply.

Jamie dismounted, ready for an argument. “Why?”

Stella piped up from on top of Abigail. “Uh, sir? That’s where I’m staying.”

John eyeballed his son for questioning him instead of just going with his plan. “Cause I can’t have the Livestock Commissioner living in the bunkhouse.” Jamie took off his hat and shot his dad a questioning glance. “I’ll make the appointment official tomorrow.” John panned his gaze to Stella and continued. “And I’m moving you up to the big house with Kayce.”

Stella’s jaw dropped so fast it almost came unhinged. The tightness in her chest bubbled as she gave a panicked look to Kayce, who looked just as stunned as her, if not more. “Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, sir?”

“Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John?” He scolded her. “And god damnit why doesn’t anybody just follow my directions?”

“John, you’d kill over if any of us followed your direction blindly.” Stella’s face flattened as she pointed to Rip. “Even Rip questions you from time to time. You’re pissed about something you taught all of us to do.”

“No, it’s what Kayce has taught you to do.” John grumbled.

“Now c’mon, dad.” Kayce tried to interject, but his dad was having none of it this morning.

He pinned Stella to her spot with a look that dared her to defy him any further. “I’m moving you up to the house with Kayce. Gator will move your things before Jamie gets settled in.” John strode over to Jamie and leaned in close. “And if you betray me again? You’re dead to me son, you understand?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” John pivoted to go get his horse, but Jamie reached out and stopped him. “Dad. I won’t betray you. You have my word.”

“Well,” John cleared his throat. “We’re about to find out what that’s worth.” The air hung heavy between the father and son as John turned back around. Stella shifted in her saddle at the unspoken threat.

The patriarch started doling out orders. “Kayce!” The aforementioned son was stepping up into his saddle. “You and Rip take the wranglers, start pushin’ the herd. We’ll be right behind. Stella, you stay with me and Lloyd.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Rip directed the wranglers.

“Keep an eye on him.” Kayce instructed his dad.

John climbed up onto Red. “You know I will.”

Kayce glanced down at his saddle and tapped the horn. “I’m uh, I’m sorry about the Commission. It’s just not me.”

John rearranged in his saddle. “You’re my son. I know exactly who you are and don’t you ever be sorry for it.” Kayce looked around and walked Tank on. Lloyd and Tate watched as the prodigal son marched away. The little boy stared at Stella with big, sad eyes.

“Are you okay, Aunt Stell?”

Stella took a breath, as deep as she could, and smiled at the youngin’. “Yeah, buddy. I’m okay.” It looked as though Tate’s shoulders dropped in relief. “You should see the other guys.” She winked at him and he smiled at her. He was comforted by the fact that she seemed like her normal self.

Lloyd peeped over Tate’s head to spot John. “We’re ready here, boss.” They observed John taking in the herd and the surrounding nature. “Nothin’ prettier on this earth.”

“It’s as free as a man can be.”

“Makes you wonder,” Lloyd moved the reins around in his hands to have a better grip. “Who’s gonna feed this world when there’s none of us left.”

John laughed. “Nobody, Lloyd. This world’s just gonna go hungry.” He spurred Red into motion. Stella would have galloped off with him but decided against it. She followed beside the cart with Abigail at a fast walk.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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puppypopcornpizza · 1 year

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This Sorrowful Life

Warnings ➳ death, grief

Pairing ➳ Daryl Dixon x F!reader

Word Count ➳ 416

"Daryl."

Sunken and bloodshot eyes, he looked tired. Hair more disheveled than usual and shoulders slumping.

"'S late, ya should get some sleep." His voice was rough, words breaking between shaky breaths and a sigh.

Fingers reached to touch him but retreated. She watched him squeeze his eyes shut, maybe it didn't feel real.

"I was waiting…" Jaw tensed to stop words. "I wanted to…"

A sigh from her lips as his hand went to the back of his neck. He looked tense, even under the leather.

"Merle…" Eyes screwed as he winced at the raw hurt. "I had to…"

"It's okay, I know it's still…"

"Yeah."

She wanted to hug him. She wanted to hold him and protect him from bad and hurt because he deserved the good, to smile more without the ache. He deserved love without poison.

"If you ever need anything-"

"Ya don' have to-"

"If you ever need anything, I promise that I'll always listen." He seemed confused. Confused in a way that, before this, he'd never heard those words. Confused in a way that those words hadn't been uttered to him until after the apocalypse started and it made her angry.

His mouth pulled into a line. Another wince and he tilted his head and his eyes glossed over, even in the dark.

"Daryl?"

Gaze towards her, she knew he wanted to run. Escape from comfort that he'd convinced himself he wasn't worthy of.

"Can I hug you?"

There was surprise. A pause and then he nodded, eyes towards the ground like he'd done something wrong. Like a child being scolded.

Arms wrapped over stiff shoulders, his face fell to the crook of her neck and he let out uneven breaths. She gripped the leather tightly and an unsure grip snaked around her waist. He clutched onto pain like a life source, like comfort brought him no peace but she understood. She understood that she couldn't do anything but be there.

Moments passed and his arms tightened, a reassurance that she was there and he could have solace. She wanted him to know but her mouth opened to speak and he let out a quiet sob. Breaths wisping through hair and shoulders shaking, a soft whimper from his lips.

"It's okay," fingers gently stroking hair. "I'm here, it's okay."

"'M sorry," words between sobs. "'M so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay." He felt fragile in her arms. "It wasn't your fault."

Another sob and her heart sank. Mumbles of apology into skin and cracks reaching further.

"I coulda done somethin'."

"You did, Daryl."

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| All My Hours ||

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Tags/warnings: NONE, JUST FLUFF!

WC ~ 600

A/n: this wee blurb is for the TFC February challenge with the prompt "Well, I did not picture spending my Valentines Day in jail". 💕☺️

Matt took another long draw from his almost-done beer and felt for his watch. 20:30… It wasn't like Frank to be late without letting him know in advance, still, he wasn't worried.

Yet.

Around a minute or so later his phone rings out announcing an unknown number, and it's Frank's sheepish voice that he hears over the speaker.

"Hey, s'me. Can you uh, do me a favour? I'm down at the station."

Matt easily picks up the noise in the background. "The… police station?"

"Uh… yeah. Can you meet me?" he answers.

"Christ, yeah, okay."

When Matt gets to the police station Frank is sitting on the bench in a holding cell. There's a light floral fragrance in the air floating over the top of the general must and stank of the busy precinct. And the unmistakeable scent of blood.

"Thanks for comin'."

"Hey," Matt says, tilting his head curiously, "are you hurt?"

"Nah, m'fine." Frank gruffly replies, getting to his feet. "Fuck, I'm sorry…"

Matt can feel the guilt rolling off him through the bars. "Alright. Well, just tell me what happened."

He clears his throat, pacing around like a flighty animal. "I was on my way over, and there was this other guy there at the flower stand, and he says to me, 'you buyin' those for your boyfriend?', and so I said yeah. Then the sonofabitch said something else that I ain't repeating but he'll be regretting for a good while cos I hit that fuckhead, and uh, someone must'a called the fuckin' cops over it… and well, shit, here we are."

"So you punched the guy?" Matt presses gently, ready and patient for Frank's familiar hotheaded brand of reasoning.

"Yeah, only twice though. You can ask the vendor. He deserved much more than that, and anyway, it was provoked."

"Yeah, he's at the desk holding what's left of his nose in a tissue."

Frank shrugs. "I told you, it coulda been worse."

Matt swipes a hand over his face and through his hair and licks his lips. This wasn't the time for a lecture, not that it would do any good anyway. "Okay. Just gimme a minute and I'll go talk to him."

Frank nods and sits back down hanging his head a little.

Matt returns after about fifteen minutes with a station officer to let Frank out, along with the news that the guy had dropped the charges against Frank.

"He realised he didn't have a leg to stand on, discriminatory hate speech and all." Matt explains.

Frank nods. "Thanks, I did not picture spending Valentine's day in jail…."

Matt chuckles, "Neither did I but, can we rewind just a bit… you bought me flowers and defended my honor on Valentine's day?"

Frank looks away, dipping his head and scratching at the short hairs on the back of his neck self-consciously. "Uh yeah, I guess I did… but then I was late for dinner and dragged your ass down here for me." His gaze flits back to Matt's face. "You mad I ruined it?"

Matt shakes his head softly as he reaches for Frank's wrist, guiding him closer to his body. "C'mere." he says, cuffing his other hand round the back of Frank's neck and pulling him in so he can kiss him on the lips, a slow but passionate kiss that takes the other man slightly by surprise.

"C'mon, let's go home you big sap, I can reheat dinner." Matt chirps.

Frank lets out a laugh, the tension leaving his body as he hands him the slightly wilted bouquet. "D'you like em?" He asks nervously as they exit the station and step out into the chill night air, their fingers intertwined.

Matt smiles. "Yeah I do, definitely worth punching a guy in the face for."

#fratt fic #fratt fluff #matt murdock x frank castle #matt murdock fluff #frank castle fluff #tfc writing challenge #tfc February challenge #fratt fanfic #valentine's fratt

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hrodvitnon · 7 months

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(inspired by the calendar asks)

The gang's following through with a hilarious yet genius money-making idea from the minds of businesswoman Maia Simmon and the photographer Mason Weaver: slutty themed calendars. The titans were getting all dolled up for the shoot (by which I mean getting dressed in various degrees of slutty costumes). The theme? Historical. Honoring the congruent histories of Titans and humans. The titans were the main focus, obviously- but the Monarch staff would be accompanying them as either supporting or background actors. As of right now; only Ichi, San, and Ni were ready to go- dressed as what Maia dubbed the Gold Triumvirate. Each was wearing a Roman-themed outfit of flowing red capes, golden wreath crowns, shoulder togas that make zero attempt to hide their fantastic abs, the equivalent of a see-through red rag as a skirt (ones that would 1000% reveal everything underneath with just the right lighting), and sandals.

Ichi: This is fucking ridiculous.

Maia: Hm. Figured you'd like the crown.

Ichi: Crowns' not the fucking problem. It's everything else. Not even historically accurate! Who would wear these??

Ni: Oh, I dunno, maybe someone trying to get 5 champion gladiators to notice them at a function?

Ichi growls deeply at Ni. Ni's testing the movement afforded to him by the outfit while San's admiring his cape.

Ni: I gotta say, though, insane that people actually get paid for this. I mean, what? Pose in front of that device a few times and we make bank? Why didn't we do this sooner?

San: Cuz we never thought like that! Imagine all the cash we coulda been getting by tapping into human sexuality! Fuck it, screw money; imagine how much fun we'd have taking mates back then like we are now!

He accentuates by planting a kiss on Maia's cheek. Ichi visibly cringes and snorts in annoyance. Ni just chuckles.

Ni: Y'know, any other day I'd trash you for being a soft bitch for nuzzling up to a little fleshy toy like her- but the longer I spend down amongst humans, the more I actually find myself starting to agree a tad...

Maia: Uhh- is that a compliment?

Vivienne: Maybe, maybe not- but what it is is definitive proof that our coexistence campaign is working! Getting other humans on the coexistence/titanfucking train again is important- but it's gotta go both ways. Getting 2/3rds of Ghidorah on our side is huge for us!

Maia: You're correct. Now all that's left is the sour puss that's the last third.

Ichi: Y'know what, asswipes? F-

He stops himself when he feels his scales start to heat up a bit. He sits back down on a nearby chair and plants his chin in his palm.

Ichi: Ugh- nevermind.

The group doesn't really have the time to focus on the outburst as Rodan, Mothra, and the Skullcrawlers walk through the doors. Rodan's in feathery tribal wear that only seems to accentuate his musculature, the crawlers are all only wearing loincloths and elaborate necklaces, and Mothra's in a low-hanging kimono cut at the thigh and neck that makes basically everything very visible.

Vivienne: Holy mother of-

Rodan: Yeah hah hah~ do I look good or do I look good?

Vivienne instantly bum-rushes right past Rodan and to Mothra.

Mothra: Hey... Gosh this thing is so loose- do I look good?

Vivienne: You partially blinded me on your way in.

Mothra: That a good thing?

Vivienne: The gods made you to ruin me.

Mothra: Ok... probably a good thing given the drool.

Rodan: Awww- I look good too, right??

Ni's throws an arm around Rodan's head and holds him in a playful headlock.

Ni: Aww- of course you do, little bird! Ya look like you're just itching to have someone ravage you.

While Rodan fights back against Ni's play-fighting, the door swings open again and out comes Shimo and Kong. Kong's dressed in Iwi wear cut to accentuate his chest and leg muscles, and Shimo's wearing some very breezy armor and fur meant to make her look like a viking lost half her clothes.

Vivienne: I'm gonna have a heart attack before we're done here.

Maia, Andrews, Ilene, Ling, & Mason: Saaaaaaaaame.

Mothra: Hey, where's Goji? Wasn't he with-

Kong: He was- having some trouble with his outfit. There were a lot of strings to tie...

Maia: Ah- right. Probably shoulda thought that through-

Then, the door opens one last time as the large form of Godzilla steps out. Like Kong said, the entire outfit is very stringy. Like Ghidorah, he's got a crown- only his is decorated with myriad sea-stones (sadly fake, but still convincing). He's dressed in what historians assume the Kings of Atlantis would dress in, only lacking a top and barely any bottoms to speak of. An aqua cape drapes over his shoulders and his hair is in a ponytail behind his head. As soon as he walks in and sees everyone in their costumes- his eyes go wide. They dart from Viv to Mothra to Kong to Shimo to Ghidorah to Rodan to the Crawlers, on and on until he's blushing fiercely. Everyone looks at him and does the exact same.

Godzilla: Holy-

Vivienne: Fucking-

Godzilla: Shit.

Looks like Mason's gonna need to get the shooting completed soon before another Infant Island orgy ensues with so much concentrated Bi Panic in one location...

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #in the footsteps of shamhat #monsterfuckery #spicy~!

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scover-va · 11 months

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I need to know more about Michael's mom... Is she a cool mom?

SHE IS A VERY COOL MOM janet afton you will always be famous. to me

Im taking this as a chance to finally ramble abt her anyways so Janet's core inspo when designing her was to avoid 2 key things. Don't make her like Immortal & Th Restless's Clara (due to clara representing michael, not mrs afton, so i wanted to avoid that), and don't base her too heavily off of Ballora. I still have ties to Ballora's character (a music-based theme, blue-centric colour palette, im sure there were more basic ideas but everything else is more hc than themes to keep up) due to my hc thingy of each Funtime having ties to William's wife + kids, but yknow.

But yeah. Funky lady who played bass guitar + did backup vocals in a band during her high school and college years. Literally her and William dating can be summed up by "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!" "He makes me laugh." bc she was and is WAY out of his goddamn league. Not just bc of the whole serial killer thing he was just an even bigger loser in college. Normal people dont develop a crush on a woman after she nearly breaks your nose and makes you bleed, William /j

But yeah uhh. I also dont like the idea of her being absent or neglectful purely because I got way too attached to her (i was originally gonna do that just to make things easy for myself but. Pretty lady,,, I am a very simple lesbian what can i say) so like. She obviously wasnt the greatest, most fantastic mom to ever exist given she was kinda maybe sorta well aware William was making some weird fucking clowns, but like. Hey. She tried. Also side note my reasoning for her being absent during the whole. Yknow. '83 event (and just evan's bday in general) is bc Evan + Elizabeth are twins and Elizabeth demanded a girls-only trip for her bday, and Janet promised Evan she'd do something just as special for him when she got back. That never happened bc he died lmao loser /j

But yeah uhh. Shes got a lot of regrets. Wishes she coulda done a lot of things better. Kinda dies with those regrets. Ive seen people say that one of fnaf's charms is that no character is 100% good and i LOVE that, and wanted to keep it up with Janet. Good mom and overall a good person, however made some bad decisions along the way and whatnot.

Im still working out specifics (ive been slowly working on a lil private fic abt her and william meeting + their early relationship) but uhhh. Minor notes that dont get their own paragraphs is that William sampled her voice for Ballora so yay easy voice claim, she had an on and off relationship with her band's lead singer (her name's Bev), her birth name is actually Janice Schmidt but if you call her Janice she'll knock at least 2 of ur teeth out, she's a runaway teen and got adopted by this older couple bc her home life kinda sucked (idk specifics yet), and also girlie has an extensive criminal record of minor angsty teen type charges. Also teen Mike dying his hair and then 2020's Michael's hairstyle are both kinda references to Janet's hair because he wnated to look less like his father. Thats all ty. No read more bc you WILL look at my mrs afton post, boy /j

Actually no theres more that im remembering as i write the tags and edit a few details. Back to her and William because god im insane about them. So for starters it. Well i was gonna say Janet was def the first to flirt but i think William definitely developed a crush first and they only kept talking bc of said crush so its kinda up for debate. Anyways yeah at first it was a HUGE sorta like "Well he's funny especially when I fluster him so this can be just a fun lil thing" but because they chatted more they def kinda like. Clicked more. William was a huge fan of listening to her music (from. a distance. he looked kinda like a creep but at least janet only misinterpreted it once) but like *specifically* janet he didnt give a fucking shit abt the rest of the band. Uhh. They had their first run-in and janet kinda. Well. Punched him in the nose before he cleared up that he is NOT a pervert or anything weird like that (bc a guy that looks older than he is staring from a distance when there is a clear crowd he could join kinda gave janet the Wrong idea), then they later bumped into each other in the hall and chatted for a bit, then they kinda just kept "accidentally" running into one another. Uhhh. Some cigaerette-themed flirting and a house party later, yay dating :] can you tell where the current cut-off of the fic is /j Also idk how to put this down properly but they are both runaways and can kinda. Get that vibe from one another. Literally Michael is like some fucked up abomination of the both of them between the troubled past + weird situationship thing + runaway stuff + a lot of minor details that arent important rn. I just. Yeah Janet means the world to me go thru her tag on my blog for some art. Not all of my janet art is posted but the non-posted stuff is all concept work/doodles or just. Shit im too embarrassed to post lmao. Anyways NOW im done ty for reading

#scov.txt #janet afton #fnaf: hauntings of the past au #scov.ocs #it goes into the oc tag bc fuck you thats why #RRAUAGAH I AM. SO INSANE OVER HER #afton family and their weird gay situationships. aka will + henry and mike + jeremy and janet + bev #IK A LOT OF THIS ISNT EVEN ABT HER KIDS im so sorry #i dont have a lotta thoughts on evan and honestly i domt have a lot of family details figured out #like. everything is kinda just. general basics #plus also i dont wanna give janet too much focus on account of shes not. extremely important #she has her role to play in the au but theres far more influential characters yknow??#anyways for those of you who have read this far both w/ post and tags. i have one last thing to share #my gf and i have a spinoff au and she and henry are currently dating (both got divorced long in advance dw)#(like. several decades ago. bc this is ghost shenanigans in the sb era)#thats all ty and gn (<- not sleeping its just night where i am)

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anna-the-undertaker · 2 years

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Can we all just appreciate a millennial/elder gen-z mc who just quotes vines nonstop and confuses the fuck out of the brothers? Lmao

Mc gets caught in the middle of two of the brothers drama and gets hit: Ah, fuck. I can't believe you've done this.

The scene after the other version of herself disappears. she just looks Belphie dead in the eyes as she reveals herself and says: I'm a bad bitch! You can't kill me!

Mc stressing over class work: Whaddup? Im Jared, Im 19, and I never fuckin learned how to read.

Mc see a road work sign: road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does.

One of the boys disappoints her: I thought you were bae. Turns out your just fam.

Mc gets hurt somehow: Mother trucker, dude. That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

Mc randomly blurting out: oh thanks for checking in ~Im still a piece garbage~

One of the boys does something cool: oh my diavolo.. he on x-games mode

Mc looks at one of them with finger guns: Ya like jazz???

Mc to one of the boys: Country boy, i love you... blehhhhhhhh

Mc to all of them while holding a guitar: ~I love you bitch. I aint ever gonna stop lovin you bitch~

Anything happens: ~idk wtf just happened but I dont really care imma get tf up out of here fuck this shit im out~

More things she blurts out at random:

WELCOME TO T-T-T-T-TARGET!!!!!

Iridocyclitus

~Two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause their not gay~

I wont hesitate bitch

Fr e sh a voca do

Look at all those chickens

Stooop I coulda dropped my croissant

I smell like beeeeef

Hi welcome to chili's

Hey duck! Your no good duck! Your. Just. Like. Your father!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mc

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yellowfingcr · 4 months

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"Tell me somethin'." Comfortable's a bizarre way to describe lounging about in the company of an assassin, but Sam seems it. They're perched beneath the cover of one of Castle Morne's battlements, listening to the constant downpour of the Weeping Peninsula inbetween draws of their respective pipes; a sort of celebratory little tradition of theirs when one of his more potent goods does her a very fine turn. Maybe it's the pipeweed that's got him in a pensive sort of mood, or maybe it's how loose he seems given his usual state of being so tightly wound. Nevertheless, those flinty eyes of his find hers with a considering look to them. "Think ya coulda done it? Offed a demigod? Back 'fore ya got buried, I mean." He smothers a light round of coughing before taking another long draw from his pipe, the smoke curling past his lips before spilling out into an almost perfect circle. "Got the aim. Skill. Woulda been legendary."

The Weeping Peninsula gave two perching birds grey and only grey.

Not at all unpleasant, Heysel would have said. It had a woolen quality to it, a worn-sweater charm, steady and easy as a hand laid against her shoulder. Let the water fall, let the ground exhale mist in answer. This, for her who is sheltered and dry and so far above, smoking in the company of stinger-sharp Sam, cannot be anything but tranquil. Perhaps it is not always a good life but today, like this, it is a good day.

The raspy tone of him interrupts some idle calculation going on in her mind. It shows in the planes of her face, in the perplexed blink that meets his gaze; but that light disorientation turns so quickly into open curiosity. Truthfully she cannot recall the last time the perfumer had voiced a question to her about her that did not pertain to payment and new methods of harm. Truthfully she cannot recall ever seeing him in a state that wasn’t his usual nocked-arrow vigilance.

“Oh, you- truly are too kind, friend! To think me so skilled!” Heysel says, admiring the ring of smoke form, sail, diffuse into nothing. “Hey! That was good! I cannot do it. Look.” She inhales from her pipe. Tilts her head. Blows out not one thing of discernible shape, and then laughs and laughs. “You’ll have to teach me! But, hm. You know. It’s a good question.”

“When I was younger, oh, I was so arrogant! I would have said yes because I thought that with the right instrument, the right advantage, you could have killed anything. Anything at all. A sword saint, a queen, a god. It was only a question of adequate preparation. The idea even titillated me. I hoped that maybe one day I would have been paid to perform such impossible desecration for material, useless coin, and I would have succeeded, and it would have been indeed legendary, and to take such a glorious life would have tasted like honey-coated berries. But then…”

She reclines, just a little. Something around her mouth hardens.

“...Now I believe that if I’d somehow found my way in the shadow of Godwyn’s room, if my blade had been coated with two of your most cruel poisons- if I’d struck him sleeping through the eyelid and into the brain- I am not sure it would have killed him. Because a demigod is not you or me. I think a demigod has- a firmer claim upon reality.”

A beat. Rain tiptoes over stone roofs.

“The spawn of a god is realer than us. I toy with the idea that that’s what divinity and adjacency to it is. A deeper root driven into the flesh of what is. Even if death had not been excised in the way it has from the ring most sacred, if I’d done my utmost, my best, my most precise and most cruel, if I’d been, yes, perfect, perfect bloody death from sweat cold nightmares, it still would have been my statement against theirs. And I think that if I’d said you are dead, I drove my thin knife into your skull and the jagged one into your heart… a demigod, a true demigod, could have bled but still possess the chance to say: no. Because by virtue of their blood they would have been more. More than their wounds. My steel. My ridiculous mortal shell and mortal intent. Me.”

Something dark, then, in her stare, something secret, flickering like a serpent’s tongue.

“So could I have killed one, before my own burial? Unlikely. But now… everything is flimsy. Hazy. Grey. Now is the time of possibilities. And you can walk to the children of a god and the children of their children, tell them now you die- and the world around you may say: yes. And if you can do such a thing to the progeny... what can we do to a god?"

#fishermcn #er au #// thank you! this one was very good #very young killer heysel was extremely confident. she really was out there like yes sure I can do everything ever I just need time #then she was like ok. maybe not.#and now she's again hmmmm with the right preparation...! perhaps! just perhaps!

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flutter2deceive · 2 years

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Started typing this in the tags of another post but i had more thoughts than i thought and ran out of tags lmao so here's its own post

one of the disconnects of melissa and joe's marriage is melissa wanting to chime in when he talks about work cuz he's living her childhood dream and that's so cool! and joe just brushes her off like 'nah that's not how it works babe... hey grab me a beer while you're in the kitchen.' end of discussion.

and yeah he's probably partially coming from a place of not wanting to rehash his workday cuz it's tough and sometimes really depressing, but he doesn't communicate that; he just scoffs at his silly little wife thinking she knows anything about firefighting. and her face falls a little more each time, until eventually she just stops trying. until eventually she starts to forget that it was even her dream to begin with.

which is probably for the best anyway. it's what her ma always hoped for at least, always pitching a fit about how it's not safe and you should want a big strong man protecting you. 'not running headlong into danger yourself! i swear melissa ann i don't know where you get these crazy ideas'

and then one day this woman comes into school for career day, standing in the hallway decked out in all the gear, hat tucked under her arm and she looks like she might be lost. and melissa thinks 'wow good on her for following through!' melissa thinks 'wow i wish i coulda done that!' melissa thinks 'wow she's... gorgeous!'

and by now this woman has clearly noticed the fiery-haired white lady staring at her with a somewhat dreamy look on her face. (she knows this look well; knows the effect this whole get-up has on certain women.) so she walks over and melissa is startled out of her thoughts now that the object of them is standing in front of her.

melissa offers to walk her down to the cafeteria when she says that's her destination. the music teacher is in with her kids for the next half hour and melissa has some time to kill, so she sticks around and watches this woman- this firefighter's- presentation. and she's instantly transported back to her own childhood, when she'd sit cross-legged on her nonna's living room floor, rapt with wonder as nonna's friend carla spoke of the massive fire she'd helped put out, the kitten she'd saved, the baby she'd placed safely back into its mother's arms.

melissa is just as caught up now listening to this woman- this firefighter- talk to the kids in the cafeteria. melissa could listen to her talk for hours, but there's some guy up there now talking about his accounting firm and oh would you look at the time. melissa stands up quietly and is almost out the door when she feels a hand on her sleeve. she turns around expecting to be called out on leaving in the middle of a presentation- which she wasn't required to be at anyway so she can leave whenever she wants thank you very m--

she already has the response on the tip of her tongue, but she instantly relaxes when she sees that it's her firefighter. or the firefighter, rather. her firefighter is another story, one who is not often associated with instantly relaxing.

"hey, i just wanted to say thanks for the escort."

melissa smiles, says "no problem." she doesn't continue out the door, and the firefighter doesn't move to sit back down. they stand in the back of the room for a few more moments before melissa inclines her head toward the hallway, and the firefighter follows.

as she walks her back to the front office, melissa mentions how she used to dream about being a firefighter. the other woman- aisha, as she'd learned- extends an offer for her to stop by the station any time she wants.

"i can return the favor and be your personal escort."

the offer is not accompanied by a sly wink, but it may as well have been because melissa senses it all the same, a blush heating her cheeks.

the two women exchange numbers, and the following weekend melissa shows up to the fire station (thankfully a different part of town than joe's- she checked to be sure) with a baked ziti and a childlike wonder. aisha meets her at the door, smile warm and welcoming, and melissa feels a fire stirring within her. and she knows exactly who she wants to tend to it.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #rambling in the tags #that turned into a kinda fic lol #and yes i was picturing hen from 911 so i named the firefighter after her actress lol

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storiesofsvu · 7 months

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it's thursday, lets round up law and order night

Just discovered I can select citytv toronto so I can watch this shit at 5pm. Fucking win.

Okay, the way these eps are airing doesn’t make our hypothesis about the maddie case coming to canada to launch CO:TO make sense, we’ll see…

Not shaw instantly knowing it’s a dating app 👀👀

Jfc...word on my laptop doesnt want to open, im stuck doing this through safari, fuck i hate the way technology is changing... hoping it works later, i was planning on writing tonight. Ugh.

Man, the way that receptionists/door staff is always all “hey! Excuse me! You can’t go back there” always makes me laugh, like, first off, how do the cops know where they’re going/that the person theyre looking for is actually back there?

Why are there no lights on in this courtroom? Wtf?

Nolan just tells sam to do all the work and then takes lead on all the cases, huh?

The way this ep is going its lowkey looking like mccoy is getting fired/forced to retire, not doing it voluntarily lol.

Lol, i give no shits if they fire nolan, just don’t touch my samantha bebe pls.

Okay so they really are setting mccoy up to being fired, hey?

All of these shows would be SO much better if they actually just acknowledged that they all exist in the same universe/city. Like... i’d love to see the same recurring cast members as the defence attorneys/judges/etc as the same characters in all three shows. Or like, have them mention each other, like in this ep they easily could have at least been like “hold on, I'll call benson, maybe she caught the case” no need to guest star, just mention it. Though they could guest star the other characters considering svu is only giving screen time to M and Ice...

I am SO bored watching jack in court... where’s the spunk?

There is way too much political shit that goes into this. Ugh.

Also this send off is lame. They really couldnt have done it any better? The promos made me think it was some big celebratory thing...

Yeah that was lame as shit.

Alright... moment of truth.... is CI Toronto going to be good or absolute crap?

Why is it tinted blue? This is like when shows “go to mexico” and they just tint the screen yellow. Do they think canada is blue tinted because of the snow/cold?

Theme song does not slap.

Where did my subtitles go??

Okay the liutenant is my faourite part so far. I like her. Female detective is on the fence for me right now, i don’t like the dude.

Are they not carrying guns?? Does dick wolf think canadian cops don’t carry guns? Cause i assure you they do...

LOL at the casual dropping of facts about characters we know nothing about. She has a kid, noted.

... i stopped paying attention, i can’t lie. This isn’t terrible, but it isn’t great. We coulda had For the Defence...

Okay, so like i said, not terrible, but i found it pretty boring.

Moving on to SVU

Okay this is clearly some kind of abduction situation going on.

Velasco got a line! Yay!

Wanna steal that plaid...ngl.

“aren’t you a captain” THAT IS EXACTLY MY QUESTION, HOW DOES THIS SQUAD NOW HAVE TWO CAPTAINS??!! Make it make sense!!

“and you needed a rollins” thank you fin for telling it like it is.

Liv is off her fucking rocker man, like yeah, the kid on the train obvi needs help, and they should intervene and there is a slight chance that it is related to the maddie situation, but that’s the only thing she can see righ tnow and it’s not making for a good show.

Say pittsburg one more time. I dare you.

“it’s captain benson” uh... eileen called *her* why did that phone convo go like that?

The delulu in this episode is stronger than my delulu imagining being married to fictional charaters jfc..

“happi burger” ?!?!? I'm having s9 flashbacks

Aaaand a guest star that was on the show in the last year and a half is guest starring again... as a different character... not surprised. *sigh* (at the v least she’s acting her ass off and is good at what she does so...)

Liv you have as many issues as this agent, don’t try and make her seem like she should open up to you lololol.

“you sure youre not just projecting?” THANK YOU

Thank fuck this gd maddie shit is finally done with. I am over it lol.

Liv's out here just adopting rescues from all sorts of different departments temporarily, this doesn’t make any sense.

Omg this OC flashback just made me so excited, all the amazing shit that happened last week LOL.

Literally thought that old man was mcgrath..

I'm sorry... if i find something in a *bathroom* garbage can, the last thing I'm doing is putting it in my *mouth*

Ayanna being all “gimmie!” about the stuffie is adorable. I may have to write some kind of fix it fic for her/this situation....

Okay that was lazy writing, Rita’s friend literally just basically repeated the exact same phrase twice...

“no gps to pull from a camera” that is a straight up fucking lie. Both my point and shoot and my dslr have gps...

This other tech guy working for them (ai guy?) he reminds me of kevin from crimi. Not sure if that’s just the over eager-second choice tech- guy vibes or if its something else...

I don’t trust this bitch. At all. She's gotta be in on it.

Hahahahaha elliot’s face when he walks in to jet and bobby in the room lol.

This hate crimes guy is growing on me.

Anyone else looking at the parallels of liv being hyperfocused on maddie and finding her, meanwhile elliot was so wrapped up with the Rita situation in the last season and now is so upset/lost about losing her...

AYANNA CUDDLING HER LIL STUFFIE AHHHH *soft*

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #law and order criminal intent: toronto

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