#I literally drew this in an adrenaline rush

[ryuki-draws]

You know the autonomous train to the surface in TF One? What if they only wanted you to think it was autonomous...

[thescarletnargacuga]

God, Scarlet, you have no idea how much I love your raceway au. True, I've never been a fan of racing and competitions, but I loved your fic from the first words.On the contrary, I was glad to see not only the official chapters, but also oneshote. This is encouraging, and I would like to ask for more raceway short fics if I were braver. I just always wanted to ask for something else at the raceway, but I couldn't get over the my fear. No, I'm serious. the showtime and and the different interactions of the characters with each other excite me. :D

And well, I would like to make a request..? I'm embarrassed to do this, but today is my birthday and I want this day to stop being bad so... I apologize in advance. Can I get some showtime raceway? I fucking love them. (Sorry for my bad English)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🥳 Thank you for being brave and submitting an ask! If it helps in the future, you can submit anonymously! This will work as a direct continuation of Burger!

BURGERS AND TIES

A RACEWAY AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

Raceway AU by me

WARNING: NONE!

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Caine and Pomni were neck and neck around the final turn of the track, racing full speed towards the finish line for the third time. Both had steely determination to win, but with no items on the default track to use, it came down to kart maneuvers.

Their racing drew the attention of those inside, gathering on the lawn to watch the Caine and Pomni. They'd never seen someone race Caine before, none had dared try. He was the game's host, there was no way he could lose. It was surprising enough that Pomni was giving him a run for his money.

"WOO! GO POMNI!!" Ragatha cheered from the sidelines.

"YOU'VE GOT THIS, POMNI!!" Gummigoo shouted too.

Pomni couldn't hear her friends over the engine and wind but she could see them jumping up and down with excitement. Her heart leapt with joy from their support.

Pomni bumped Caine's kart in an attempt to throw him off on the final stretch. He steered into her in response. Their karts slammed together, sparks flying as they rapidly approached the finish line. The eye contact between them was intense, no longer looking forward on the straightaway.

Caine's code thrummed as the literal sparks between them flew. He was mesmerized by the way her hair flew in the wind, occasionally flitting over her eyes wildly. The sheer strength of her will to win would have struck fear into lesser men. To him, it was beauty incarnate.

Pomni felt a rush like no other. A digital adrenaline response that made her fearless under the gaze of a being as powerful as Caine. If anything, she found him endearing. Cute, even. He wasn't some overlord, but an eccentric showman eager for a good time. While his win-hungry gaze was piercing, there was a certain tenderness in it that made her heart flutter.

They blazed over the finish line together, slamming their brakes simultaneously to stop and check the leader board for which one of them won. The board pronounced the race a tie. Again.

Pomni and Caine groan and temporarily collapse in their karts, catching their breaths.

"How....how?" Caine repeated breathlessly.

"I don't know." Pomni responded, just as winded.

The others rushed Pomni, all talking and congratulating at once. Pomni shakily climbed out of her kart, nearly falling over from race rush withdrawal and being supported by Ragatha. "You did it! Holy smokes, you almost beat him!"

"Woo..." Pomni weakly cheered.

"Why don't you race like that all the time?" Jax inquired, brow raised. "If you did, you'd smoke everyone here but me." He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up. It obviously takes a lot out of her." Ragatha defended, holding onto Pomni.

Caine got his head straight, literally adjusting it, and floated out of his kart. "Well done, Pomni! That's the second time you've nearly beaten me at my own game. I must say, I'm impressed."

Gangle giggled, watching Pomni's reaction.

Pomni bashfully avoided everyone's stares. "Uh...heh, it's really not that big a deal-"

"Yes, it is!" Ragatha lightly shook Pomni, making her hat bells jingle. "You're incredible!"

"Thanks..." Pomni said with a shy smile.

"I don't mean to break up this lovely congratulation, but I do believe I have properly earned your attention." Caine crosses this arms lightly.

"Huh..? Oh, yeah." Pomni blanked at first but then remembered what she said. He had wanted to ask her something, but in her hangry frustration, challenged him to a race before he could explain himself. She broke away from Ragatha and stepped closer to Caine.

Caine looked at all the eyes on him and Pomni. He cleared his voice. "Please, excuse us." He put his hand on Pomni's shoulder and teleported away with her.

"They're totally gonna [%$!#]."

"JAX!!" Ragatha scolded with an angry fluster.

"For once, I agree with Jax." Zooble commented dryly.

"Z-!?" Ragatha choked.

"DID ANY OF YOU SEE THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT HER!? AAH-! MY HEART CAN'T EVEN!" Gangle shouted with utmost glee.

"Nah, mate. You're not the only one." Gummigoo chuckled. "That's one smitten bloke. It's hilarious."

"Ooh! Ants!" Kinger stared at the grass.

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Caine and Pomni reappeared out of bounds, in the privacy of Caine's asset workshop. He reluctantly removed his hand from her.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Pomni asked.

"I was originally going to ask you your opinion on a new track idea I had but... Now I would like to ask you something else." He put his hands behind his back. One hand poised to snap.

"Oh?"

"Would you join me for lunch? I saw what you did to your burger and figured maybe....you're still interested in eating?"

A broad smile spread across Pomni's face. "Yeah, I am!"

"Excellent!" He snapped. A table with a red and white checkered cloth appeared behind him; along with plates of burgers and fries, and milkshakes. He backflipped over to the chair and pulled it out for her with his cane.

Pomni took the seat eagerly and dove into the food in front of her, taking huge bites of the perfect burger.

Caine didn't have a chair on his side. He sat in the air, legs crossed and stirred his milkshake idly. He wanted to give her a moment to her food before he struck up conversation.

Pomni looked at the burger in front of Caine and stared at him. She swallowed her mouthful. "You're not eating?"

Caine shrugged. "I've rarely done so, in an attempt to fit in, but it's a rather... awkward process." He pointed to the eyes inside his mouth. "These peepers tend to get in the way."

Pomni furrowed her brow in a curious expression. "Now I need to see that." She slurped on her milkshake.

Caine blinked in surprise. "Oh.. alright." He picked up the burger and his eyes flew out of his mouth and hovered over the top of his head as he bit down.

Pomni snorted and milkshake came out her nose. "You- you look like a Muppet!" She coughed and laughed at the same time at such a goofy sight.

Caine's shoulders shook with silent giggles as he quickly chomped down the burger. It disappeared from his mouth after only a few chews. His eyes went back to their original spots. "What I tell you? It looks weird." He couldn't help but smile at Pomni finding him so amusing.

Pomni wiped her face with her sleeve. The mess vanished, which she assumes was Caine's doing. "Thanks for this. I've really been craving a burger lately and wasn't really succeeding at eating one today for some reason." She dipped a fry in what was left of her milkshake.

Caine's smile warmed. "My pleasure, Pomni. You certainly earned it from me, that's for sure." He rested his chin on his hands. "Tell me, how have you kept up so well? I was really trying to beat you this time."

Pomni shrugged. "I don't know, really. I'm sure your kart is a lot faster than mine, but the karts are also kind of... weird. Maybe this isn't a secret and I'm just now noticing, but the karts seem to respond to the drivers in more ways than just pressing pedals and buttons."

"They respond to intent. It's part of the programming. The longer you race, the more your kart will be capable of because you'll sort of...bond, if you will. Once the kart has a feel for your racing style, it'll start responding before you do."

"So, the karts are sentient AI as well?"

"AI, yes. Sentient, no. Believe me, I've checked. The last thing I need are sentient karts running off with my racers."

"Why wasn't this mentioned earlier? Seems like an important thing to know about the karts."

"Gotta keep some things to the imagination, but I admire your curiosity, so I'm willing to answer your questions and explain things I would normally brush a side if brought up."

"You seem to make an awful lot of exceptions for me." Pomni squinted, a playful accusatory look in her eye.

Caine smirked, a light blush coloring the air around the sides of his face. "Gives me excuses to be around you. I enjoy your company."

"I enjoy your company, too." Heat rose to Pomni's cheeks. "So...to answer your question. I've been keeping up with you because I really, really want to- er, to win." The heat in her cheeks intensified.

"And you almost did. Dare I say... If you had ignored me, you probably would have. But you held my gaze." He rose and moved to her side of the table.

Pomni stood to meet him. He hovered close at her level. Pomni felt her heart race faster the closer he got. He took her hand and held it with both of his. She swallowed a dry lump in her throat, nerves threatening to choke her.

"Pomni...I would like to confess something, if you'll hear me out." Caine's code fluttered around like he swallowed an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies.

Pomni only nodded in response.

"I...don't know what I'm doing when it comes to human emotion, but I do know something with absolute certainty. I like you. A lot. Your smile, your laugh, your personality, your beauty... everything about you draws me in like a moth to a flame. I want to be around you all the time. I want to hear your stories, your joys, your fears, your fury. From what I have observed from the humans, these feelings are associated with romantic intent. So... I was wondering if..." Caine struggled to finish his sentence. The maddening butterflies in his code were going insane.

"Yes." Pomni said with a smile.

Everything stopped. It was like time in the game itself froze for half a second. Caine's hands trembled, squeezing hers lightly in an attempt to curb the shakes. "You're interested? In we- in us- uh-" He felt a blue screen coming on.

"Caine, you're sweet. You try so hard to get my attention, when you already have it." She gently held her free hand to the side of his lower jaw. "I was hesitant to say anything because...I was unsure too. You're brave to speak up first."

Caine nearly literally melted at her calling him brave. "Are you...sure? I don't want you to feel pressured into this. I really don't know what I'm doing, and I'm terrified..."

"Of messing up?" She gave a sympathetic look.

He nodded.

Pomni leaned in and kissed the side of his lower jaw opposite her hand. "That's a pretty human thing too. We'll figure it out."

Caine touched where she had kissed him. His blush brightly floating in front of his face. He gazes lovingly at her. "Yeah...we will."

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A/N: as another treat for your birthday, I will let you know that the next fic to be released will be Chapter 10 of Raceway!

[winterrrnight]

BESTIE, CONGRATS ON 300 !! i’m so freaking happy for you. you deserve this so so much 🤍. i’m so in love with all of the fics you’ve written so far.

i’m here to request: meet me in the hallway. choose out of drew, rafe, & zach + a prompt.

ofc i’m gonna choose my bby zach with #29

i luv uuu 🤍

thank you so so much anna!! I love you so much, thank you for all your love and support <3 this request has me on my knees with how cute it turned out to be, I hope you love reading it!

a beautiful, drunken mess

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: your best friend needs to call your knight in shining armor when you get a little too drunk

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption

EDITH SPEAKS: OH MY GOD yes we're kickstarting my 300 celly fic requests!! I've gotten so so many requests and I swear I'm so excited to write each one of them. I got late to starting on these because my hectic schedule and my writer's block got the best of me, but I'm back :))

Please reblog if you liked this!! feedback is always appreciated 🫂

PROMPT REQUESTED: "you sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" "of course."

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You've never been one to party hard and get so drunk you can't see clearly in front of yourself. But when you finally pass some of the toughest exams you've ever had to give, you knew you wanted to party till you can't breathe.

And that's what you did. The biggest frat party happening in a rich kid's home from your university has adrenaline coursing through your veins as you don't think twice before taking a shot.

In fact, you got carried away so much, that your best friend Tessa who is literally known to be the biggest party animal in your whole university, is concerned for you.

"Give me that," she grunts, taking the millionth cup you were about to down. You pout, trying to get it back, but the alcohol has made your mind all fuzzy and you aren't very sure what exactly you're trying to do.

"Who knew you had this hidden side?" Tessa says, shaking her head as she takes your hand and leads you out to the garden of the big house. You try your best to stop her from dragging you, but your drunken power is no match for her quite sober one.

"Tess come on! I'm not done yet," you huff, your arms crossed across your chest as you see Tessa is basically blocking the door.

"Nuh uh, not today," she says, pulling out her phone. "You need to get home, like right now,"

You groan out loud, and you attempt to simply walk on the lush grass you're both standing at, but you greatly miscalculate your steps and fall on the grass, head first.

Tessa rushes up to you, asking you over and over if you're okay. You just look up at her and start giggling constantly.

"I'm okay," you say in between your giggles, your own mistake having you amused. Tessa sighs at you and quickly finds the contact in her phone she was trying to find, before you decided to take a fall.

She impatiently taps her foot, waiting for the person who's supposedly on the end of the phone to pick up.

"Hello?"

Finally.

"Zach hi!"

"Tessa, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need you to come and get your... thing," she says, looking at you lying on the ground and looking up the stars as you hum to a melody.

Zach laughs on the other end. "What happened?"

"Too drunk, can't even see straight," Tessa groans. "You need to come over right now."

"I'm on my way."

Tessa lets out a sigh of relief on hearing those words. She turns towards you, and lets her hand out for you to grab onto.

"Come on, Zach is coming to pick you up," she says, helping you stand up, in a not so graceful fashion.

Hearing the word 'Zach' lightens a light bulb in your head. "Zach? Where's Zach? I need my Zach," you slur, trying to run around the garden, as if he's standing right there and you just can't see him. Tessa has a hard time but she finally catches up to you, firmly grips your hand to make sure you don't run off and do something stupid again.

"He's coming, okay?" She huffs out, holding onto you tightly. She's expecting you to throw some sorts of tantrum, to complain how your boyfriend actually is here and she's just hiding him on purpose, but instead, you only nod obediently.

Tessa hears footsteps approaching you both, and just as she turns around, she swears she could've have cried out of happiness.

Zach is standing there, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Zach!" You yell excitedly, as you run (or, try to run) to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Hey baby," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you on your lips. You sigh at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, your eyes fluttered close and a million butterflies prancing around in your stomach.

"Thank you Tessa, we'll be going home now," Zach acknowledges the girl standing at the back, letting you both enjoy your moment. She nods with a smile on her face and goes back inside to the rest of the party, and Zach leads you back out to his car.

He definitely has a struggle settling you in the car seat and buckling your seat belt, as you've never been this drunk before and it's also his first time taking care of super-drunk you.

But, he doesn't hate it or finds it to be a difficult task. You're sitting in the seat next to him, saying little cute things that have his heart racing.

"You're so cute Zach, you always take such good care of me," you pout, poking his bicep. He laughs at you, and you continue to praise him.

"You're just," you sigh, "perfect. I couldn't have someone as perfect as you."

You definitely weren't aware of what you were saying, but Zach knows you being drunk isn't the only time you'll say these words to him. You love to constantly drop little phrases to let him know you do appreciate him and every single thing he does for you.

Both of you being relatively a new couple, it does take a big toll on you both because you aren't used to saying or listening to such kind words so often, but you both also know you wouldn't want to share this with anyone else.

"We're home," he looks at you with a smile on his face, as he gets out of his car, runs up to your side and helps you out. With an arm looped around your shoulders to help you maintain your balance, he leads you in to your home.

He takes you in to your room, and gently lets you lay down on your bed. It's a bit of a struggle, but he finally gets you to remove your outfit and replace it with a more comfortable one.

"Thank you Zach," you say, as he tucks you in your warm duvet. He leans in to press a kiss to your nose, and makes a mental note to leave a glass of water and an advil on your bedside table before he leaves.

As he is about to walk out, you call him out and stop him from leaving.

"What happened?" He asks, his hand on the light switch.

"I, I need Arlo, can you find him please he isn't here," Zach is confused on hearing these words, but when he sees tears starting to brim in your eyes, he knows this Arlo is important.

"Arlo? Babe I'm afraid I don't understand," he asks you, walking closer to you.

"Can you check under the bed please?"

Zach isn't sure what he's looking for, but he'll do anything for you. He leans down on his knees and looks below the bed, and of course, he makes out a silhouette of some stuffed toy under the bed. He reaches his hand out to grab onto it, and when he sees it, he realises he knows exactly what it is.

For one of your first dates, Zach took you to your local city carnival. He was determined to get you a good toy from any game, just like any good boyfriend would (his words, not yours), and after loads of struggle, a lot of pennies and many comforting hugs and words from you, he finally wins you one.

It's a little brown colored dinosaur stuffed toy, and Zach had no idea how attached you would get to it.

"You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?" He asks, handing it to you as you take it and brush off the dust off it.

"Of course, I love it," you smile, tucking in the dinosaur with you. Zach can't help but give you another kiss, gently caressing your cheek as his lips trace yours.

He leaves the room to get the water and the pill, and when he comes back, he sees you already passed out. Arlo is tucked safely under your arm, and Zach knows he can watch this for hours on end.

Because you're his beautiful, drunken mess, and he wouldn't want you in any other way. (Well, maybe not this drunk, but you know what he means.)

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[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanon: BOXER! ELLIE

I was inspired by @catsfor2 s new fic for this one!! You should definitely check it out, I'm so excited for the next part!

My Masterlist

She is literally so daddy omg

She definitely has so many tats, a whole fucking sleeve of them. it's so insanely hot.

Loves when your lying in bed and you trace the outline of her tatts with your fingers, she think its so cute.

Definitely has a little one dedicated to you, maybe a cute little doodle you drew for her when you were bored <33

Omg colouring them in ❤️❤️❤️

Hold on back on track.

Loves when you come and watch her practice, the rush of adrenaline and the want to do you proud. She always wins, for you.

Ellie with a bloody nose 😍 all sweaty and out of breath

Loves when you wear her clothes, how there baggy and consume your whole frame, she's drooling

Would kill for you, and that is not an exaggeration, give her the word she'd best any fucker up.

When you get upset about any injuries she 100% says "You should see the other guy" lmao

She loves calling you "doll, angel, sugar and baby" 🥺

Her thighsssssssss. Thick and muscular, absolutely sits you on her thigh and let's you ride it 🤤

She gets hit on so much but always hits back with a

"nah, I'm alright. I have my girl, she's all I need"

She's such a sweetheart ❤️

Always gives you a jacket when your cold

Always pays the resteraunt bills and she never lets you pay for ANYTHING.

She's a pro boxer so she's has so much money.

Sugar mommy! Ellie ??!?

Spoils you, always busy you nee jewelry. Bought you a necklace with her name engraved in the back of the pendant

#strapsoldier

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Yo I'm frothing and the mouth rn. I'm in love with a pixel 🥲

[trashogram]

Kinktober! First time I’ve requested one but..I saw a post where you said Smarty/Smartass would have a knife kink so when you have time can you maybe make a short story with it! Thank you!! >v< ❤️

Kinktober Day Seven — Knifeplay

Warning: f!reader, masochism, cutting, blood, brief pronebone sex with a cartoon weasel

His pupils dilated, literal and wide until they’d expanded to almost cover his eyeballs. It was such a dramatic reaction that you were mesmerized, hardly noticing the next nick to your bare thigh.

It was unintentional this time, though the toon’s eyes lowered to watch blood rise through your skin.

You knew he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Smarty was just as fascinated by your human body as you were of him.

It’s what had led you both here — you, sat back against the thinnest pillows in existence on the most uncomfortable bed ever in a seedy motel and him, grazing your skin with a switchblade of real, bonafide steel.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, heartbeat erratic and breath staggered. You felt a rush of adrenaline from your head to your toes, akin to the first time, when you’d felt like you might float away if Smartass wasn’t dragging you by the wrist into a motel room.

It felt like a lifetime ago, an impression of a memory that was mostly feelings and still images. You’d been ‘innocent’ then, a perfectly average human doing perfectly average human things like dating men of flesh and blood and promising your dowdy mother that you’d settle down soon and give her some grandchildren. When the most scandalous thing you’d ever done was swim in a neighbor’s pool while they were gone and walk into a hole-in-the-wall bar that allowed humans and toon patrons.

Before some creep had made a pass at you, just to have his block knocked off by a sneering toon weasel.

The weasel snickered. “Ya like dat, huh doll?”

You grumbled weakly, squirming when he patted your leg condescendingly. Trying to pull away did nothing as his claws dug into your knee and practically immobilized you. It made you wonder, not for the first time, if all toons had such phenomenal strength or if this was specific to your toon.

“You’re such a …” You huffed, eyes rolling. “A…”

“Don’t waste time thinkin’ too hard dere.” Smartass continued to tease. “Wouldn’t want ya ta ‘computz’ on me.”

He let you go, only to slide his hand up your thigh to where his knife had cut you. You froze, sucking in a breath at the sting of his fingers rubbing the little wound. It was so small, barely a quarter of an inch, but it was one of a litter of little slashes along your thighs.

Looking at them as Smartass inspected another stoked the little fire that had been burning in your belly. You felt a flutter of your core at the contrast of your skin and the toon’s hand, sliding higher.

You stopped breathing when his nails gently tapped at the soft mound above all his little love lacerations.

“Flip over.”

The sudden command drew a feeble sigh from you, though you instantly obeyed. You winced at the friction between the over-starched sheets and your wounded thighs, but opened your legs wider when Smarty bade you to wordlessly.

A shriek flew out of your mouth, muffled by the pillows, at the sudden swat to your ass. And a nasal guffaw followed, accompanied by the flat of his switchblade smoothed over where the toon had struck.

“Relax, Cookie.” He snarked. “M’just havin’ a lil fun wit’ ya.”

You turned your head. “I thought we were ‘on the clock’. Or is that suddenly not the case any-MOOO-RE—ohhh…”

Your muscles clenched, body tight and coiled as you were entered from behind unexpectedly. Your inner walls offered little to no resistance, instead welcoming the solid, warm, very much alive and throbbing cock inside. You wailed into the bed as you were shoved into the mattress by the small of your back. Smartass snarled on top of you, drool already dripping down from his maw to slide down your spine.

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 41

Chapter 41

            “I still hate this,” I said as I walked down the stairs toward the cage in the center of the gym. “Why do I keep doing this?”

            Roman tugged me a little closer to his side and kissed the top of my head. “Because you love him,” he replied. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “And you secretly like the blood.”

            “Don’t you dare,” I hissed, punching him in the ribs lightly. “You know I freak out every time he gets out of that cage.”

            “When was the last time he lost?” Seth asked from just behind us. It had been a week or so since we’d kissed and were still figuring out how we would manage our relationship. In public and in private. It seemed that we were going to take our time to find our groove and our place in this.

            Roman chuckled and looked over his shoulder. “He hasn’t lost since baby girl here started coming.”

            Heat rushed into my face. I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear as my heart skipped a beat. “There was that one against… what’s his face…”

            “He didn’t lose that one, Addy,” he teased. “Almost, but he beat the count. Knocked Jones’ teeth down his throat afterward. Literally.”

            Seth led the way down the line of chairs toward our usual seats. We’d been to so many fights that they were practically reserved. “You’re his good luck charm.”

            “I wish I wasn’t,” I murmured. “I hate seeing him bloodied and bruised.”

            Before any of us could say another word, music blared through the room. My chest constricted as my heart pounded against my ribs. I knew that Dean’s fight would be later in the evening, but I still couldn’t get my anxiety under control. I bounced my leg and rubbed my palms back and forth on my jeans. My palms were sweaty. For a moment, I thought I was going to be sick.

            “Why didn’t you let me bring my bag?” I grumbled at Seth after the third fight. I’d wanted to bring my backpack to get some reading done before Dean was up. Anything to distract myself from the worry that something would happen.

            Seth reached out and curled his fingers around mine. He squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips. His lips were soft against my knuckles. “Because you’re going to be fine.”

            Looking up into his chocolate eyes, I thought for a moment that he was right. For that brief second, my heart settled into a normal rhythm and my agitated movements slowed.

            Then they called Dean’s fight.

            I gulped hard against the bile threatening to climb up my throat. This was the moment that I dreaded the most. Watching him come into that cage with his fists taped up, his face clear of scrapes, scratches, bruises, and blood. Knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next few minutes was enough to send adrenaline rushing through my veins. I wanted to run, to get as far away as possible. I wanted to slap him with the hope of knocking some sense into him because talking just didn’t seem to work.

            Dean appeared from the locker room in his jeans and boots. I couldn’t understand how he could fight in them, or why they allowed him to, but he insisted. At the door to the cage, he toed off his boots and pushed them aside. Barefoot, he walked forward as he rocked his shoulders back and forth. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed beneath his skin. He looked toward us, cornflower eyes landing on me. A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth.

            Then his gaze drifted, and his smile faded. His lips twisted into a snarl as he slammed the cage door behind him.

            “Something’s pissed him off,” Seth said, leaning toward me. “Was he like that earlier?”

            I looked toward Dean and then back at Seth. “No. He was… grumpy. Not this.”

            “Fuck.” Roman’s voice drew my attention. I turned to him, a question on my lips as I followed the line of his gaze.

            Dean stood on the far side of the cage, brows drawn together and jaw set. My stomach turned upside down at the rage in his eyes.

            The bell rang and he launched himself at his opponent, right arm already cocked back. The moment he was within reach, Dean threw his body into the punch. It landed square on the other guy’s jaw, knocking his head sideways. He stumbled backward, and Dean followed, pressing him back toward the wall of the cage. Dean beat into his opponent, throwing a series of elbows against the side of his head and jabs into his kidneys.

            He backed up, putting space between them. He pivoted on his back foot and let go a kick against the other guy’s ribs. His opponent blocked the kick and swept his other leg out from under him. Dean landed hard on his back, his head bouncing against the mat. I screamed and nearly jumped out of my seat. The sound must have gotten Dean’s attention as he turned his head toward me. His blue eyes were unfocused for a moment before the rage returned to his face and he rolled back onto his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, he had pushed off with his shoulders and hands to kip up to his feet again.

            Dean took a deep breath, cracked his neck on each side, and then curled his fingers in a bring it on gesture. I felt sick watching his opponent run at him, throwing elbows against Dean’s jaw. He followed up with a series of body shots that looked like they knocked the wind out of him. A deep red mark started to bloom over Dean’s left kidney and another along his ribs.

            My stomach clenched. I gagged. I wanted to run.

            Blood oozed from a split in Dean’s lip from one of the elbow shots. He wiped his mouth with his hand, crimson streaking against the white tape. I saw him glance down at it, almost as if he were fascinated at the sight. The distraction was enough for his opponent to throw a cross that rocked Dean’s head up and to the side.

            “Dean!” I screamed and lunged toward the cage. My fingers laced through the steel wiring. I couldn’t stop myself, even though I knew that he didn’t need any other distractions. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me backward, practically ripping my fingers from their hold on the cage. I kicked and fought. “Let me go!”

            The arms tightened and tried to turn me around. “Addy. Addy, calm down.” Seth’s voice whispered firmly in my ear. “Relax.”

            “He’s hurt. Dean’s hurt,” I whimpered, clawing at Seth’s hoodie covered forearms. “Let me go. He’s hurt!”

            “If you don’t calm down, we’re taking you out of here,” he threatened softly. “You’re going to get him knocked out running at the cage like that. Relax, sweets.”

            Adrenaline rushed through every cell in my body. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run. I wanted to break into the cage to get him out. Even though the rational part of my brain knew that Seth was right, I couldn’t get past the sight of Dean so bloodied and beat up. It hadn’t ever been like this before.

            The sound of the bell reverberated through my bones. It sucked the air out of my lungs and the fight from my limbs. I sank back against Seth, grey edging the sides of my vision. I gasped for breath as tears rushed down my cheeks. There was no looking away from Dean as he stood on the other side of the cage. Red marks were already darkening into deep purple bruises. There was a gash on his jaw and another on his cheekbone, both oozing blood as his chest rose and fell as he panted.

            Our eyes met. For a moment, I thought I saw Dean’s blue eyes soften behind the obvious pain that clearly ran through his body. He looked back at me. Yearning lanced along my nerves. I just wanted to be where he was. He blinked and glanced away. My heart fell into my stomach as he squared up for the next round. Rage colored his features as the bell rang once again, launching him toward his opponent.

            I turned in Seth’s arms and hid my face against his shoulder. “I can’t watch anymore.”

            “Come on,” he said soothingly. “We’ll go out to the truck for a minute. Get some fresh air. It might help, sweets.”

            It was so hard to turn my back on the cage with Dean still inside. Since that very first time, I hadn’t missed one of Dean’s fights. I’d done everything it took to get there, to see him before he walked up those steps and after he ripped off the tape in the locker room. But now I couldn’t bear to watch. I couldn’t bear to listen, even though the sound of fists on flesh echoed against the rafters. My mind’s eye conjured up the worst possible images as Seth led me toward the exits.

            The moment we got outside, I doubled over retching and gagging. Seth rubbed the middle of my back even as he held my hair back with the other. The world spun around me. I couldn’t explain why I felt this way. Why, after all the fights I’d been to and how I’d actually started to enjoy them, I couldn’t bear to watch this time.

            “Deep breaths, Addy,” Seth murmured. “You’re good. Deep breaths.”

            I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “I can’t—”

            He shushed me gently. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Deep breaths, sweets.”

            Muffled noise erupted from the gym. I could just make out the sound of cheering and the loud dinging of the bell that indicated a fight was over. I practically collapsed onto the sidewalk when I realized what it meant.

            “Stay here, just a second. I’m gonna go see what happened.” Seth squeezed my fingers before he went back inside. A few minutes later, he reemerged with Roman in tow. “He won.”

            Momentary relief flooded my veins. But Seth’s next words opened the floodgates of worry once again. “He looks like he got run over by a Mack truck. But he won.”

            Roman sank into a crouch next to me. “He’s okay, Addy. Dean’s good.”

            “Comparatively,” Seth interjected. “Phil’s gonna need six weeks in the hospital and some massive rehab. Dean just broke at least twelve bones in that guy’s body.”

            “Seth?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Shut up. You’re not helping.” Roman gripped me by the elbows and pulled me gently to my feet. Everything went grey and hazy as the blood rushed from my head to my feet. If it weren’t for Roman, I would have fallen right back down onto the concrete. “Dean’s fine. He’s a big boy and can take care of himself.”

            “I… I-I need to see him,” I whimpered. Before either of them could say a word, I ran toward the doors. My feet carried me away from the gym and down the hallway to the locker rooms. I pounded on the door with the flat of my hand, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

            After a few moments, the door yanked inward. “What?!”

            My eyes lifted, taking in each inch of Dean and cataloguing his injuries. There was a rip in the front of his jeans that revealed a raised red welt along his thigh. His torso was crisscrossed with bruises that were already turning purple. The one over his right kidney ran from the base of his ribs all the way down to his hipbone. Another spread down his breastbone, and I swore that it was the size and shape of someone’s foot. His knuckles were busted and bloody. He had a split chin, busted lip, a gash on his jaw and cheekbone, what looked like a black eye, and another cut through his left eyebrow.

            Tears filled my eyes, spilling down over my cheeks and dripping onto my shirt. His face blurred, but not before I saw the angry disconnection in his gaze. I reached my fingertips toward his chest. He took a step back.

            “Are you okay?” I brushed at the tears and tried to take a deep breath. My clearing vision brought his injuries back into sharp focus.

            Dean crossed his arms over his chest, showing off a few other welts on his forearms and biceps. “I’m fine. You can go now. I’m sure they’re waiting.”

            I felt myself recoil just as if he’d shoved me. “What…?”

            He leaned his shoulder against the door, wincing as it put pressure on the bruise along his side. “Go back to the apartment or the dorm. I’m good. It’s about time you and Seth had a little alone time, isn’t it? That’s your timeline, right? Don’t let me get in the way.”

            Before I could say a word, Dean backed away and slammed the door in my face.

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Love conquers all Maybe a 3rd part? Parents finding out or reader gets pregnant or something along those lines?

Like maybe reader gets “sick” and is taken to the healer and finds out she’s pregnant and everything gets revealed then?

Just a idea

love conquers all (part 3)

A/N: sorry it took me literally so long to post this school is so time consuming LOL. not proofread so i apologize for grammatical errors! part I and part II are posted!!

you open your eyes, blinking away the heavy sensation in your eyelids as you let out a quiet yawn. Behind you, you feel your mates chest pressed against your back, his arm indolently slung over your waist. his breath lightly kissed the hairs on the back of your neck. The sun luminated through the curtains and accentuated his blue-ish features.

You were about to drift back to sleep when you felt a wave of nausea overcome you, but your tried your best to ignore it thinking it was just something you had eaten, so you fell asleep. 

Your mate awoke with a stretch and a yawn. he looked over to you and was surprised when he saw your pale blue complexion, and that you were sleeping in which isn’t normal behavior from you. He crawled over you and kneeled on your side of the bed to take a closer look, you looked extremely sick. 

“my love?”

You slowly were pulled out of your sleep and gently opened your eyelids, which were 10x heavier than earlier. You sat up and turned your head towards Neteyam. a wave of worry washed over him when he got a better look at your eyes and saw how dialated your pupils were. and how dark your eyebags were.

“teyam, i really do not feel well, i feel strange” you said, voice trembling

“okay ma’yawne, come with me it will be okay” he said as he picked you up bridal style, cradling the side of your head with his hand. He quickly made his way on the path to the tsa’hiks marui pod. as he ran with you in his arms you lazily had your head in his neck, your eyesight was blurry and your were getting dizzier by the second, falling in and out of sleep almost. Once he made it to the tsa’hik he laid you down on a seaweed woven mat and waited for the tsa’hik to return. 

“do not worry my love she will be here soon, you will be okay just hang in there” he cradled your head with both of his veiny hands and slightly shook your head  a bit in an attempt to snap you out of your disassociative state. 

“what is the matter here” Ronal said as she moved the seaweed grass door covering to the side

“please help, i dont know what is wrong, she is very sick!” he said panicking

“mawey” Ronal said in a monotone voice as she moved him aside to grab her needle that was behind him. she grabbed her needle and turned around to kneel beside your limp body. with a swift flick of her wrist she poked and drew blood from your neck and licked it. she sat there, quietly, getting a thorough taste of your blood to analyze the problem.

“you are with child” she said, in a monotone voice as usual.

‘wh-...what” Your mate said quietly as he stared at the floor in utter shock.

“she is bearing a child. i assume yours” she said in a thick accent.

althought you were so sick and limp, you managed to sit up, adrenalin rushing through you. excitement. you turned your head and looked up to your mate, searching his eyes for a reaction, any emotion really.

“teyam.” you said sternly, almost demanding him to say something

he quickly kneeled and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“i am so happy. You are having my child. our child.” he released you from his grasp and rested a hand gently on your stomach, imagining how big it would grow after a few more weeks. 

“oh teyam” you said, wiping the tears that crept from the corners of your yellow eyes.

“so, what will we name him?”

“him?!”

[sockeyesoren]

I wrote this at 2AM a while back and now dug it out of my drafts enjoy my ramble I watched Caveat (2020) a while back, right before bed and that movie fucked me up bro. I don't remember everything so this is probably very rambly and dumb but I must scream. Spoiler warning for Caveat (2020)

I've never been that scared of a movie. The scene where Isaac is stuck in the wall with Olga's mom?? Yeah that kept me up dude oh my god. I couldn't get that part out of my head. The mothers face was just etched into my brain or something because I could not stop thinking about that part. Now I'm kind of a wuss but I somehow always end up searching out scary media. First off I loved the setting. Them being stuck on an island and Isaac being put into that harness made it instantly feel claustrophobic. I also just enjoy the aesthetic of it. Like that, gross, abandoned forest feel if you catch my drift. That's what drew me to the movie in the first place. I kind of lump it together with The Blair Witch , The Ritual and The Witch (by Robert Eggers ) in my brain, visuals wise anyway. I don't know if that makes sense but it does to me.

The ritual, The witch and Caveat in order Also the set up where we first hear the fox call during the day and how it's used throughout the movie, I thought that was very clever. I need subtitles so I spoiled the question of "oooh is a person or a fox screaming?" (Since the subtitles go like [FOX CALL]) But I think it worked very well even with subtitles. Just added that extra unsettling ambience.

I don't know if I can call it my favorite horror movie since nearly the whole runtime I wished it would just be over with, I was that afraid of it. But looking back I enjoyed it a lot, though the tension made me literally sick. Very well paced from what I remember. FUCK THE LADY IN THE WALL THOUGH I STILL GET LIKE A STUPID ADRENALINE RUSH WHEN I SEE HER SHE'S SO SCARY BYE I had a weird delusion that she was following me around after watching, like I would imagine her in my wall and watching me from the little window above my door.

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GROWING UP, YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE GOLDEN GIRL. — completely on the top of your all your classes, effortlessly charming, and admired by everyone at school.

heeseung, on the other hand, was the bad influence type boy with a magnetic allure that drew whispers and gazes wherever he went, even having his own fan club.

your paths had rarely crossed throughout all of high school until that fateful afternoon when you found yourself in the same detention room, sentenced to spend an hour together.

the moment you saw lee heeseung in the room, you knew it was going to be one long hour for you. — more under cut !

heeseung leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable as he watched you cautiously take a seat across from him.

"no way— if it isn’t our little golden girl, y/n!" he drawled, breaking the silence with a smirk.

"what trouble did you get yourself into, walking into class two seconds late?"

you shot him a playful glare, feeling a rush of adrenaline at his sudden proximity.

"maybe i just wanted to see what the bad boy was up to,"

you countered, with the boldness of your words, even surprising yourself as you muttered the words out.

his smirk widened into a grin, somehow resembling a cheshire cat as his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"curiosity killed the cat, you know."

but despite his teasing demeanor, there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he let out that genuine smile — a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat.

and a smile you’re sure you haven’t seen in your four years of attending school together.

as the minutes passed, you surprisingly found yourselves sharing funny stories, telling jokes, and learning unexpected common ground about each other.

you quickly realized after that hour with lee heeseung, he wasn't just the bad boy; he was witty, perceptive, knee-slapping hilarious and somehow very kind beneath his tough exterior.

when the bell signaling the end of detention finally rang, you both hesitated, reluctant to part ways after bonding so well, you both felt a connection you just couldn’t ignore.

"same time tomorrow?" heeseung asked nervously, a hint of hope painting his tone.

you nodded, unable to suppress the smile that spread across your face.

"well, why not? but only if you promise to behave not to get into too much trouble before then."

heeseung chuckled, a deep, magical sound that sent shivers down your spine.

"deal."

over the following days, your secret meetings in detention became the highlight of your everyday routine.

you laughed together, quarrelled over dumb things, and slowly unraveled the layers of each other's personalities.

the golden girl and the bad boy— total opposites yet you two couldn’t possibly deny that you drawn to each other like magnets.

on a rainy afternoon, as you sat together in comfortable silence, heeseung turned to you with a deep look in his eyes that made your breath twitch.

"you know," he began softly,

"i used to think being the local delinquent was my only role in this world. but then i met you, and suddenly, everything feels… different."

your heart raced, literally feeling it pump in your chest as his words hung in the air, charged with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

without thinking, you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the electric warmth of his touch against your skin.

heeseung's gaze softened at the sight as he let out a soft smile, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"i don't want to be the bad boy anymore,"

he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"not if it means i can't be with you."

in that very moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the strong intensity of your connection.

with a surge of courage and impulse, you leaned in, cupping his cheeks gently and pressed your lips to his, almost feeling like a silent confession, a promise.

heeseung responded eagerly, his kiss gentle yet filled with a passion that ignited a fire within you.

time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the feeling of your body’s pressed together and souls intertwined.

the weight of unspoken words and shared feelings finally making its way out in the sweetness of your embrace.

when you finally pull apart, breathless and cheeks flushed pink, heeseung leans in once again and smiles against your lips.

a smile that signified and spoke of newfound possibilities and a future together filled with sweet moments like this.

"i think i'm done being the bad boy," he murmured, his voice tinged with a certain softness and wonder.

“really?” you asked with a hint of amusement on your face.

"mmh, because with you, i’ve finally found something worth being good for."

you let out a soft grin as you leaned into his embrace once again, the rain tapping softly against the windows, the rain blocking out your intimacy and vulnerability you could only share with each other out from the rest of the world.

you knew that this— whatever it was between you, was just the beginning of a love story written in whispers and stolen kisses.

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[linnisims]

LOST IN PARADISE - A SIMS 3 STORY

Description:

Kaylie Sanchéz escaped the stressful and dreary everyday life of the big city where she grew up and quickly moved to a literal paradise. Isla Paradiso.

She accepted the offer to work there as a lifeguard.

Who doesn't like to wake up every day in a paradisiacal place and earn money on the beach?

Kaylie had no idea that she would meet the love of her life there.

Matthew Santos, the charismatic and talented young 'man of everything' on this island.

But Kaylie also had no idea that Paradise would become the worst place in the world.

Genre:

Romantic, Drama

Chapter 1: Rescured

The sea was calm and it wasn't particularly hot today, Kaylie realized. These should be good conditions for her first day as a lifeguard. It's exciting enough that today officially marks her first day in her new life in paradise.

Nevertheless, she was visibly nervous.

As Kaylie looks out over the vast ocean, she realizes that this is exactly what she has always wanted. Open spaces, the sea, the sun, which barely showed itself in Bridgeport.

A loud boat passing by, smoke billowing out of it, snapped Kaylie out of her thoughts.

In the distance she saw a young man jumping from a moving boat into the water. The boat drew a heavy cloud of smoke.

Beachgoers observed the event and became restless and loud when the young man was seen motionless on the surface of the water.

Kaylie rushed over.

Without further ado, Kaylie jumped into the water to rescure him.

She used everything she had learned to pull the young man out of the water and onto the shore.

Even though it wasn't the first time she had rescued someone from the water, she was very tense and full of adrenaline inside. Her heart was beating fast. She was worried about the young man who was completely unknown to her.

She did everything to save him.

Everyone was relieved when the young man stirred again and gasped for air. He slowly sat up.

Are you okay?, Kaylie asked.

You just saved my life. He said quietly. 'What is your name?'

Kaylie.

Thank you, Kaylie. He paused. I'm sorry you had to put yourself in danger because of me.

What happened?, she asked.

I was careless. Nobody should have been allowed to drive the boat with the broken engine. That was so silly of me, he replied.

Kaylie was surprised that a strange man cared more about her than about himself. His calm, deep voice made her feel at ease. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

They straightened themselves up.

As she looked him in the eye, she realized that she was suddenly embarrassed.

She looked down.

She had never seen such a fascinating eye color before. She wondered what the color of his eyes were like.

„So Kaylie...,“he began. „I am obviously in your debt as of today.“

„No, that's my job…I mean, I work here as a lifeguard...“

I know. I've never seen you here on the island before.

“So if you ever need help, let me know. My name is Matthew, by the way. You can find me at the old fisherman's house on the western coast, not far from here.“

“Thank you, Matthew.“

''No, thank you,'' he replied in a calm, low voice. “I still have a few things to put right that I've done now.” His voice carried the shame and remorse he felt about Kaylie. He never wanted others to be in danger because of him. ''See you, Kaylie.''

Then he left the beach.

Kaylie watched him go. She couldn't get him out of her head for the rest of the day.

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[fireofjudgement]

Sweeter than revenge

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: hambie!Gwi-nam x f!human!reader

Summary: After finally getting revenge, Gwi-nam is far from feeling satisfied. He needs something more and he needs it now.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: this fic is strictly 18+, minors do not fucking interact or you'll get blocked on sight, depiction of murder, strangling, character death, swearing, mentions of death and blood, hambie Gwi-nam, sexual content: dub con (little disclaimer: I'm putting this in just in case, i purposefully made the relationship between reader and Gwi-nam vague. Of course i have my own concept but i wanted everyone to imagine their own backstory for them), princess mentions, public sex, marking, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

A/N: Nobody asked for more Gwi-nam smut but I still couldn't help myself. I usually don't write from the character's perspective so this was a new experience but I enjoyed it and I hope you enjoy it too. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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He was dead. Lee Cheong-san was dead. Finally.

Gwi-nam didn't intend to kill him. Not at first anyway. It was just about getting revenge, showing the little asshole that he's not one to be messed with. An eye for an eye. Quite literally. 

But when the moment finally came, when Gwi-nam finally caught him, it just felt so good, so..right. His hands around Cheong-san's throat, the boy's struggle to catch a breath and his cries and whimpers - it was intoxicating. He couldn't control himself. Before he noticed, his enemy was gone, all light leaving his eyes, his body now limp. He put up a good fight but he didn't stand a chance against Gwi-nam, especially with his newfound strength.

He didn't know how much time had passed since, sitting in the empty classroom, admiring his work. But as the emotions and the initial high faded, a sudden realisation hit him. 

Lee Cheong-san was dead. Now what?

All of his energy, all of his time after changing into whatever the fuck he was now, was spent on hunting down Cheong-san, the prospect of getting revenge motivating him to get going, despite everything that was happening at the school. He wasn't going to slow down, get any rest until the fucker got what he deserved. 

But now that he was dead, Gwi-nam found himself craving more. He thought he would be exhausted by now, his energy completely drained but no..it was, in fact, the complete opposite. He felt like he was on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He needed more, more, more. He had to do something and he had to do it now.

Stumbling through the thrashed, blood covered hallways, he tried to come up with a new plan. Killing more zombies? It was exciting at first but got boring rather quickly. He was stronger than them, smarter than them and he could control his urges, at least partially. They didn't stand a chance. Killing them was too easy and therefore didn't give him any satisfaction so he had to find something else. He could also chase down and kill the rest of Cheong-san's friends but..he didn't really care about them all that much. They weren't worth his time. Stupid kids would probably get eaten by zombies before dawn. His bitchy little girlfriend was most likely dead already. 

He was running out of options when suddenly a new, different scent caught his attention. It was unlike anything he's ever experienced before, almost sickeningly sweet but for some reason it drew Gwi-nam in, urging him to indulge in it. And so he finally had a new goal - find the source of the scent and devour it. He was ecstatic, to say the least. 

Relying solely on his instincts, he rushed to find where the scent came from, Cheong-san's death already long forgotten. After what felt like eternity of rummaging through empty classrooms and corridors and even going as far as climbing to the rooftop, he still didn't manage to find out who or what the source of the delicious smell was, making him furious. 

Slowly losing hope, ready to give up and find something else to do after going back downstairs, he suddenly found himself standing face to face with the scent's source. You. Leaning against a wall, panting heavily, probably a result of trying to escape a horde of ravenous zombies chasing you. Your clothes were torn apart, your face covered in blood. The combination of the sight and your smell going straight to his cock. 

His mind was getting foggy, his only goal to taste you, take you right then and there and finally sate his hunger. He could feel the adrenaline build up again and he needed a way to release it. 

He didn't know if you'd noticed him already and he didn't really care. Before you could run away or even make a sound, he ran towards you and slammed his hands against the wall, basically trapping you between them. He got you right where he wanted you, there was no escaping him now. 

You screamed out in a combination of fear and surprise, forgetting about the dangers lurking outside for a moment, until you realised who was standing in front of you. "Gwi.."

He looked at you in shock, briefly regaining his senses. Did he know you? He wasn't sure, his memory failing him. Oh well. It didn't matter anyway, all that mattered was that he needed to be inside you, he needed to feel you. And he needed it now. His instincts took over again. 

"Gwi.."

Ignoring his name falling from your lips repeatedly, he quickly pulled you up by your hips, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist, your fingers curling into his hair. He didn't know it, he couldn't know, but you needed him just as much as he needed you. It's been too long.

He didn't bother undressing you, simply hiking your skirt up and pushing your panties aside after undoing his pants and freeing his now fully hard cock. In one swift movement he slid inside you, ignoring your whines and pleas for him to slow down. He couldn't slow down, he didn't want to. Your smell was overwhelming, invading all his senses, his head spinning. 

The empty room was soon filled with obscene wet sounds, your moans and his low grunts as he pounded into you, completely lost in the pleasure. You struggled to catch your breath, your back constantly getting slammed against the wall, your pussy so full, your neck now painted with bruises and hickeys. You felt yourself drowning in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your mind completely blank. 

It wasn't long before Gwi-nam felt himself getting close, your tight cunt clenching and squeezing around him, as if you were trying to trap him, make him fuck you and fill you up over and over again. And maybe he would, there was nothing stopping him from doing whatever the hell he wanted anymore. Whoever the hell he wanted. Currently his to-do list was short and it just so happened that you were on top of it.

Your moans got louder, you didn't care about the consequences anymore, his dick hitting all the right spots inside you, stretching out your pussy, making you feel so fucking good. If you were going to die after this, at least you'd die happy. Your thoughts were interrupted by an orgasm hitting you, stronger than you've ever felt before, wave after wave ripping through your body. 

Gwi-nam didn't stop, fucking you through your high, trying to chase his own. He was now completely gone, forgetting his own name, the only thing on his mind was you. You looked so pretty right now, all fucked out. All his. He sped up his pace, his thrusts turning more sloppy, erratic. He finally came, spilling deep inside you, not pulling out for a while. It took some time for him to come down from his high but he was finally satisfied. For now at least. Gwi-nam knew it wouldn't last long, he'd have to come back eventually, fuck you faster and harder. He couldn't wait.

After he finally pulled out, got dressed and let go of you, you tried to keep him by your side, make him stay with you longer but he pushed you away with a chuckle. 

"Careful, princess!" He said in a warning tone. "If you keep being a brat I might bite you. And trust me, you don't want that." He turned around, ready to leave but before he could walk away he felt your fingers close around his wrist.

"And what if I do?"

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hello it's me again I'm kinda scared but can I get some hanma x older brother reader?

“Hanma’s Brother”

400 Special

Authors Note:

Aaaaaa! My boy Hanma! Thank you for participating^^ it makes me very happy! Anyways- please don’t feel scared to ask me for something^^; I love getting requests and just interacting with people in general so feel free to interact with my blog anytime yeah?

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): mentions of cigarettes, short

HCs

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

❥ He absolutely loves you

- Like you pretty much raised this mf how can he not?

- Probably why most people hate you

❥ He’s the reckless one while you’re the loud one

- Sure he’s loud but you’re louder

❥ Why work? We can just have fun kicking peoples ass

- Annoys you throughout work regularly

- Actually confused as to why you work

- Like “what do we need money for?” And it’s just a whole thing

❥ Had you meet Kisaki

- You have a mutual hate for each other

- He joins Hanma in annoying you at work, in turn you annoy him in the middle of his gang stuff

- In both situations, Hanma just joins whoever is annoying the other and makes the person even more annoyed

❥ This man literally pulls sneak attacks on you all the time

- Normally it’s just him, but one time he jumped you in an empty city street at night with a group of guys

- It’s literally just so he can enjoy the adrenaline rush

- Than why doesn’t he just ask to fight a 1v1?

- Because then he knows he doesn’t have a chance to win the fight at all, so it has to be random

❥ Has and will bring a pocket knife to any and all your romantic partners

- Cause if your partner wants to truly be in your life they “can’t be afraid of some lil’ pocket knife”

- They also have to accept that they would not only be apart of your life but his, and if they couldn’t handle his insane ‘boldness’ than they don’t deserve you or your love

- His own words btw

⌦ .｡.:*♡

“{Readerrrrrrrr}!” Hanma drew out as he flopped his back against the see through desk, hands grabbing out towards you.

“What?” You snapped back, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the locked up shelf behind the desk and putting some money into the cash register.

“How long till your shift is doneee?… also can I have one?” Hanma pointed to the pack of cigarettes in your hand.

“No, now get up.” You swatted his hands away.

Sitting up Hanma whined. “But I want oneee!” Hanma snatched the pack of cancer sticks away.

“How about… no!” You snatched them back. “Keep your grubby hands off my babies you lil’ prick!”

“Ani why? :(” Hanma pouted.

“Cause they’re mine, now back off ya lil’ shit♡” you smiled threateningly at the younger teen.

Groaning Hanma complied. Leaving the store slowly.

“I guess my big brother just doesn’t love me anymore… now he’s making me walk home alone at two in the morning… how sad… and I thought he loved me… sigh.” Hanma said mournfully, dramatic pout resting on his face.

Growling slightly, you slam a hand on the counter. “My shift ends in a few hours, either sit and shut the fuck up or continue walking out that door.”

“Yay!♡~"

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do big bro, sure you do.. hehe♡~"

“Better get those hearts out yo words or I’ll slap you into next week young man.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever old man, it’s all in good fun ya know!~”

You pinched the bridge of your nose with a sigh, “shut it!”

“Hehe♡"

God.. sometimes you wonder why you love this annoying brat.

[writingwitharlo]

Secret Message

a/n: once again blasted this one out in one sitting. i really need to learn how to compress these things; i literally have no idea how to keep things short

Summary: Some messages need a little more reinforcement to finally stick.

(Nick/Charlie)

1520 words

Having Nick over to study together could be incredibly hard at times. Usually it was because Charlie couldn't take his eyes off him; or because they older boy kept getting distracted; or because he needed help with something.

Of course, Charlie didn't mind. That was obviously the point of studying together. And he would never be able to complain about having Nick Nelson in his room.

However, today was different. Different, because Nick had already finished up his work, leaving Charlie to complete his homework as he blasted music through his headphones and played a game on his phone.

The muffled melody from the music was easy to ignore. Even Nick's whispered voice as he sang along absentmindedly, eyes glued to the screen in high concentration. It was something else that kept catching Charlie's attention.

The younger boy had taken up the space on top of his bed, books and notepad splayed out before him. His free hand entangled into his messy curls as if trying to hold onto every passing thought. He tapped his pen against his chin as he skimmed over the text before him-

There it was again. The twitching of a white blur in his peripheral vision.

Charlie sighed, lowered both his hands and watched the atrocity beside him.

Nick lay on the floor by the end of his bed. His legs bent at a right angle so that the lower half could rest comfortably on the mattress above. Every now and again his feet felt the urge to tap along to the music. Only problem was, of course, that Nick had no sense of rhythm. And Charlie found it incredibly distracting.

"I'm trying to focus here, Nick," the younger spoke, picking his pen up again after waiting for just one rhythmic tap during the first half of an Arctic Monkeys song.

"..."

"Are you being this terrible on purpose?"

"..."

"Cut it out!" Using the back end of his pen, Charlie drew a straight line with a quick flick along the length of the accused sole.

At least it would have been its full length if it didn't vanish from reach halfway past the arch along with a sharp, audible gasp.

Both Nick and Charlie froze and stared at each other, only the others eyes visible over the edge of the bed. The assaulted foot pressed into the edge of the mattress, barring any access to its sole for a second attack.

The terror in Nick's eyes was undeniable. His reaction had given away far more than he had ever hoped to at this point in their relationship but there was no way to cover up the obvious.

Charlie felt a rush of adrenalin. His gaze flickered briefly to the other, perfectly vulnerable foot still beside him, then back to Nick. His intentions were clear.

In a flash, Charlie shot up and grabbed onto its ankle. Under protests of 'No's and 'Don't you dare's, he managed to secure it in a headlock, to both of their surprise.

It may have been the advantage of the higher ground or Charlie's iron determination, but Nick's foot was not budging.

Vigorous fingers began lightly scraping and scratching. Nick's cries of protest were quickly overrun by hearty cackles and booming belly laughs as his fingers desperately clung to anything they could reach.

Charlie's grin grew with every twist and squirm, every scrunching and unscrunching of the toes, every new swear.

"ChaahaAAHha- Nohoo! Nonono, please."

The attack halted. But only because Nick's excessive squirming had dislodged his sock. Charlie thought it was only fair to help it along. Previous howls were now replaced by increasing begs, growing in desperation the further the sock was stripped away.

It felt surprisingly exposing for Nick to have even just a single bare foot out on display. "You can't," he pleaded breathlessly. "I'll die."

Charlie laughed at the dramaticism of the statement, leaning forward to peek down at his boyfriend below.

Nick stared back at him with dread, although the slightly upturned corners of his mouth made it hard to believe that he was hating this as much as he was making it out to be.

Charlie smirked and disappeared from Nick's view again, leaving him with anticipatory giggles. The sound alone had Charlie's stomach in flutters.

The younger boy simply rested the tip of his index finger against the arch of the captured foot. The already alerted nerves sent an abundance of signals right up Nick's leg.

"HNnnngg- God," Nick wheezed out, every muscle in his body tensed up.

The finger drew out two perfectly round circles. But halfway through the first, the older boy was already a spluttering wreck.

Charlie chuckled to himself. His eyes landed briefly on the abandoned homework beside him and an idea struck that would hopefully ensure that Nick got his message.

Both of Charlie's lanky legs hooked around Nick's knee, locking it in place. He adjusted his headlock grip slightly, allowing him to freely bend the toes back.

Even just the sensation of blunt nails brushing against the base of his toes sent Nick into hysterics. He writhed, tugging desperately to free his leg but the last few minutes had already worn him down plenty.

"I need you to hold still," Charlie started but was immediately drowned out.

"WhaAAHhh!"

The sound that erupted the moment pen made contact with skin was ghastly. Loud, howling belly laughs filled the room growing silent again every time Nick's lungs ran low on oxygen. But with every wheezy inhale, the cycle began again.

Charlie had to bite his lip, focusing intently on making every letter as neat as possible. He had to trace every new line multiple times until the ink was legible against the skin.

Unable to pull himself free, Nick had now resulted to tossing anything he could get his hands on up onto the bed. A stray shoe, a game boy, a discarded ball of crumpled paper. All of which never made it anywhere near their target, of course.

"Charlie, mum wants-"

The room froze.

Tori stood in the door to Charlie's room, taking in the scene before her with her usual blank expression.

Her little brother latched onto his boyfriend's leg like a constricting snake taking down it's pray, a look of pure delight and mischief emitting from his eyes. His pen was gripped tightly, like a make-shift tattoo machine.

Meanwhile, said boyfriend, lay sprawled on the ground. Breathless, flushed, hair disheveled, entangled in his own headphones, an expression of sheepish giddiness etched onto his face.

"Mum wants to know if Nick will be staying for dinner," Tori began again.

There was a beat of silence.

"Yeah, I think so," Charlie replied casually.

"Nick?" Tori pressed, not satisfied with her brother's vague response.

"Don't... Don't leave me with him," Nick replied, his voice raspy and worn out as he looked over at her with watery eyes.

Tori paused, blinked and took a step backwards. "Dinner is at seven."

"No, come back!" Nick whined and he could have sworn there was a smirk on her face before the door fell shut.

Charlie chuckled. "Thanks, Tor- Hey- Ah!"

Nick had ceased the moment and gathered all his remaining strength. With one last strong yank of his leg, Charlie lost his balance and came toppling off the edge of the bed, right on top of the older boy.

Both of them groaned, then fell silent. The only sound now was the muffled music playing from the abandoned headphones.

Only a short while later, Nick could feel the younger boy on top of him shaking, his face buried in his chest.

"Are you laughing at me?" he grumbled, flicking Charlie's ear lightly.

With a shit-eating grin, Charlie climbed off of Nick, not even hiding the fact that he was. "No, don't leave me! Come back!" he reenacted dramatically, clutching his chest.

"Oi!" Nick protested, shoving the younger boy.

Charlie laughed, leaning back against the foot end of his bed.

Nick shook his head with a lopsided smile as he heaved himself into a sitting position. Only when he rubbed his foot to rid it of the last residual tingles did he notice the ink letter.

I DON'T HAVE RHYT~ A squiggly line indicated Nick's liberation.

"That's what you were doing?" Nick muttered, brushing his thumb over the dried ink only to see that it could not simply be rubbed off.

"Yeah, what did you think it was?"

Nick shrugged. "I didn't really have the capacity to think."

"Aw," Charlie chuckled, rubbing the older boy's shoulder.

"Are you proud of yourself then?"

"That I found the death spot that reduces you to a babbling mess? Yeah. Would be even prouder if I'd managed to finish."

Nick sighed in feigned annoyance and looked around, picking up the culprit pen. He leaned down and, through gritted teeth and curled up toes, scrawled the last two letters onto himself. "There, happy?"

Charlie threw his arms around the older boys shoulder and pulled him in, pressing their lips together.

Nick let out a little yelp of surprise but hummed into the kiss, a smile cracking through.

End.

[wishfullyeternal]

Riddler x Reader- Kidnapped

Riddler x Reader- Kidnapped

Words- 1,198

Warnings- Heavy violence, dubcon elements, literal kidnapping (see title) language

A/N- Sorry for the big space randomly, formatting shit lol. I've been obsessed with The Riddler for a while now, and finally got around to writing something about him. Hopefully he sounds correct. Thinking about making this a dubcon smut kinda thing, but I wanna see how y'all like it first. Please comment if you'd like more! As always, requests are open and love you lovelies! <3

“I can smell the fear on you,” The Riddler started, drumming his fingers on the edge of his coat. “God, it’s so intoxicating…” He took a deep breath, chest swelling. The sound of his breathing was muffled by the mask, but you could tell he was coming closer to where you were. Wedged between an old washer and dryer in the abandoned warehouse on the edge of Gotham city. It wasn’t your first choice of hiding, but it was the closest. You breathed silently and tried to even it out as best as possible in order not to draw attention.

“What has twenty-one eyes… But cannot see.” The Riddler's voice is even closer and you can tell he is faced in your direction. His boots clack across the floor, his pace never changing. From where you were, you couldn’t tell how close he was, but there wasn’t any way he could find you. You were completely silent. “Come out come out wherever you are!” He laughed, high pitched voice reverberating throughout the warehouse. It’s becoming harder and harder to decipher where he is due to the amount of cortisol and adrenaline rushing through your veins. “You still have yet to solve my riddle dearest…” He trails off, and his footsteps begin to disappear. You move your head as quietly as you can, wanting to look above you and gain a sense of some of your surroundings. In a horrible twist of events, you accidentally let your foot slip, and the sound of rubber on metal echoes loudly throughout the entire space. The Riddler chuckles. “Oh dear, it seems you’ve made a grave mistake.” His footsteps come forward and pause before beginning to grunt and move the washer, revealing your coiled-up body in between. After scrambling to get up you try and escape from him, but his hand catches your jacket hood and slams you back into him, all of the wind knocked out of your lungs. “Right where you belong sweetie,” He says, quickly restraining your arms by placing a lanky hand over them. The other hand lands on your throat, tilting your head unnaturally up. Your back is pressed against him even though you are struggling so hard to get away. You kick at him, and he loses his grip for just a second. You take the opportunity to bite his arm hard and feel the flesh give way to your teeth. Blood pours into your mouth, warm and thick. He curses, yet digs his other hand underneath your collarbone, making you yelp in pain. He pulls his arm from your mouth, and pushed you roughly to the ground, again knocking the wind out of you. At this point, your breathing was never going to steady. Your chest was burning, and the thought of running away was fruitless.

“Oh yes,” The Riddler drew out his words, finding a perverse pleasure in your suffering. He pushes his boot onto your back, pinning you to the ground. You heard him rustle for something in his pocket, and when you try to get away from him, he only puts more weight on you. “A die!” You yell, The Riddler pauses and again laughs through his muffled mask. “I’m impressed, you are correct. A die has twenty-one faces, yet cannot see.” He seems almost disappointed, and further explains while loudly ripping large pieces of duct tape. He attaches one right above his wound, blood soaking through the army green fabric. At the same time, he roughly pins your wrists behind you, attaching an obscene amount of tape to keep them together. “Thank goodness you got the riddle, I really didn’t want to kill you.” Your breath hitched in your throat. If he didn’t want to kill you, why was he still restraining you? Why was he still so infatuated with you? “Now, let’s get you somewhere else, wouldn’t want to ruin a pretty face on a concrete floor…” You felt him smile, and lift you up by your wrists with little effort. The strain on your shoulders made you wince and take in a sharp breath. “I’m gonna do things to you, I wouldn’t do to a farm animal…” The Riddler's humble abode was most definitely humble. Sparse furniture, paired with little to no decorations. It seemed like a place where he would do nothing but sleep, and maybe plan out his devious plans. There was no sense of personality or uniqueness to the space, it simply existed. “Why am I here?” You asked, The Riddler ripped another piece of duct tape and slapped it onto your mouth, making sure that he could do it in the most painful way possible. He made sure to wipe his hands all over your face. The lingering smell of salty sweat on your face making you gag. You struggled again and your eyes were wide in fear. Sweat beaded at your forehead, slowly dripping down your face, loosening the tape. “Alright, let’s get down to business. I’ve been watching you for quite some time now, and you fascinate me.” He pointed his finger at you, gently tracing the edge of your jawline. You were forced to sit down on the cold floor, legs and wrists bound tightly by duct tape. “First of all,” He clapped his hands together softly and you could hear him smile through the mask. “I think you are one of the most interesting people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting” He sighed, almost sounding like a groan. “You are just, amazing!” He sounds like a kid on his birthday and seems very excited to get on with whatever he had in store. His voice cracked a little with how much excitement he had hidden behind it. You felt the sweat begin to loosen the tape on your face more, before finally moving around your lips to take it off. “What the fuck are you going to do to me?” It wasn’t loud, you didn’t want to make him angry. “You women are so easy, you always ask the same questions.” He turned away from you, rustling in a dark green bag and fumbling for something metal. “They say a woman threatened by a knife is less likely to try and escape than a woman threatened by a gun…” You shuddered, The Riddler pulling out a large hunting knife and aiming it at your throat. You pushed you head back against the wall, the Riddler making sure to keep his distance as close as physically possible. "You looked so confident before, what happened?" He asked, thrusting the edge of the knife to your neck. "Please don't kill me…" The whites of your eyes were showing and you tried to look around the find something, anything to defend yourself. "Oh god," He rolled his eyes, "Not this again-" He suddenly turned around and in one fluid motion hurled the knife at the drywall. The knife stuck perfectly straight. "I'll do anything… Just please let me live." The Riddler paused, putting a long finger to his chin. "Anything?" You nodded quickly. "Oh boy, will I have fun with you!" He clapped his hands together and jumped up, giddy like a school-kid.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Omg I remember you also write for rdr2 so from the hurt/comfort prompts #8 with Mary beth if you write for her too. Literally do whatever you want surprise me I'm already in love with your writing

31/07/2022: I'm HOPING I've got the right one here because there are 2 hurt/comfort prompt lists cause I'm dumb lol. Idk whether you would prefer a specific gender so I'll aim for gn! Hope you like!

GN!Reader x Mary-Beth Gaskill

#8: "Deep breaths, honey, you're okay now, you're safe."

The swamps of Lemoyne never sat well with you. The dark, swirling scent of rotten muck twisted your stomach into knots, and the lack of light except the one stream of moonlight set even your horse on edge. The wind of the night was especially chilling, shooting down your spine beneath your shirt.

"Easy girl, you're okay," you muttered, aiming to arrive at Lakay as soon as you could. Your horse shared no fondness for the damp bayou, and her skittishness only increased at every sound with no source. You reckoned she could feel the muscles drawn into tension in your thighs, shaking every so often. Taking a deep breath, you pressed on, if a little faster.

Off the beaten path, covered by the dense vegetation, your ears suddenly picked up a whimpering noise. "Hold on, now," you told your mare, pulling her to a cautious stop. She snorted, almost stamping her feet. "I'll just be a moment." Dismounting, you landed somewhat unsteady on the ground, hands grasping for your shotgun before turning to face whatever seemed to be lurking in the undergrowth.

Shotgun raised, you began tentative steps towards a body of water. As the trees cleared, your eyes quickly landed on a feminine figure in a white nightgown, kneeling at the edge of the swamp with her face in her hands. She was crying.

"Uh, ma'am? Are you alright?" Your voice hit the silence like a cymbal, the sudden change in volume striking your eardrums uncomfortably. Each step rose your heartbeat, and the twigs snapping under your boots rhythmically sounded like a countdown; each step counting down the seconds to whatever this woman has planned.

Your hands tightened around the shotgun, raising it ever so slightly. "Ma'am...?"

One pair of rushing footsteps. Two. Three.

You whipped around, but before you could aim, the shotgun was ripped out of your grasp and in the next moment, you hit the ground, a man covered in white paint kneeling over you, a blade aimed at your chest. A blood-curdling scream hit your ears as your hand pushed against his, a wrestle for life, while the other slipped into your belt to withdraw your hunting knife. As the tip of the blade kissed your chest, your hunting knife sank into his neck. You pushed him out of the way and drew your firearm, shooting the others closest to you. There stood one more, who took a determined sprint with a knife of his own towards you. Without thinking, you rolled across the short distance to your shotgun, turning around and pulling the trigger. One foot away, the last attacker crumpled, a hole in his torso.

You gasped at the sight, hardly able to take in the bloodied corpses littered on the ground. Thoughts only beginning to return, you remembered what got you into this situation in the first place. "Uh, ma'am?" you called, a shake to your voice. Looking around from where you sat, there was no one. At all. You heard her scream, right? That was what caused the adrenaline to race through your veins. Instead, there was dead silence. Dead, deafening silence.

"Oh, God." Barely keeping yourself composed, you stood on shaky feet, wiping the mud on your hands down your clothes, before picking up your weapons and marching towards your horse. Her ears were twitching, and she all but rushed over to you, nose nudging your shoulders and ribs. "I'm o-okay, girl. Just a bit shaken." You stroked her neck, leaning heavily against her. The unsettlement of your chest still would not calm. "Let's get home." You mounted, unsteady, and urged her onwards. She immediately increased her speed to a trot, verging on a canter. "Get us out of here." One more reassuring prick of your spurs and your mount did as you asked, no doubt wanting to return to the safety of camp as much as you did.

Lakay quickly came into view; the lights from the campfire and soft conversations barely registered in your ears. Instead, your mare slowed to a stop herself. You dismounted, head replaying that moment again and again, heart rate spiking each time the cold metal touched your skin.

"Y/n?" You startled at the voice, completely disorientated. Looking around, you noticed that you had walked absent-mindedly from the hitching post to a barrel of water.

"Mary-Beth?" you breathed. "Hey."

"Are you alright? You looked sorta dazed when you came in." She took your appearance in, where blood was scattered over your skin and clothes. "Are you hurt?"

"N-No, I'm okay."

"What happened?"

Gathering water in your hands, you began to wash your face. "There was this lady, an' she was crying. I approached to see if I could help her, and I turn around, and these people just... appeared out of the night. She screamed somethin' awful, Mary-Beth, and for a moment I thought I was gonna die. When it was all over, I turned around, an' she was gone."

"Did she run away?"

Your heart rate spiked. "I dunno whether she was actually there at all." The altercation sat on your chest, and you found it harder and harder to breathe the more you thought about it. Was she a ghost, or were you finally going mad?

"Deep breaths, honey, you're okay now, you're safe," Mary-Beth rubbed your back in soothing circles. "In through your nose, hold it, and breathe out through your mouth."

You copied her instructions, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Your skin was crawling, like there were ants in your blood. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, waiting together in the ambience of camp until your heart rate returned to normal.

"Arthur says they're called night folk. He's encountered them himself a few times; they're real bad people. Arthur's first time? Came back to camp shakin' like a newborn fawn." You chuckled at the imagery.

"Can I do anything for you? I can make you some tea, if you like, to help you sleep?"

Inhaling the cool air, you nodded gratefully. "That would be awfully generous of you, Mary-Beth. Thank you."

"Of course. Come sit by the fire when you're ready." She walked away, and you took the time to change your clothes into something cleaner, before meeting Mary-Beth alongside the others by the main campfire. She ushered you to sit on a log and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, moving away only to hand you a freshly brewed cup of tea. "It has valerian root in it; it'll help you sleep."

You invited her to sit beside you, which she accepted gladly. "Thank you, Mary-Beth. I don't know how I would've got through the night if it weren't for you."

"Don't mention it," she smiled kindly at you. "It's the least I could do."

"What do you mean?" you questioned, a quirk to your lips.

"You just work so hard, an' I don't know whether you realise just how much everyone appreciates it. Arthur can't support the camp all by himself without working himself into the ground. I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that I-- we appreciate you, Y/n."

You smiled, opening your arm for her to join you under the blanket. She shuffled over, leaning on your shoulder. The both of you stared at the fire, unaware that your shared smiles were meant for each other. "I appreciate you too, Mary-Beth."

[nightingaelic]

Companions react to a Courier with the Eye for Eye perk just walking around with half their limbs broken because the pain is literally making them stronger.

TW: Blood, gore

The courier was nowhere to be found when their companion awoke beneath the soft firelight of the Dead Horses' torches and the bright eyes of the man who led them.

"I believe they've left us for the evening," the Burned Man said in his usual aloof tone, even as he reclined behind his workbench in Angel Cave. "I've never walked the path of a courier, but I imagine it transfers a certain restlessness to an individual. Staying in one place loses some of its charm. Your particular courier, however, lets that instinct drive them to the point of being foolhardy."

As if to prove Joshua Graham's speculation correct, the courier staggered into the cave, their clothes torn and bloodied. Despite sporting an obvious limp, an arm curled protectively against their chest and deep claw marks all over their face, they were shouldering a yao guai's severed head alongside their full traveling pack and wearing a wild smile.

Arcade Gannon: "God dammit." Arcade disentangled himself from his bed roll and rushed to the courier's side, ignoring Graham's obvious disapproval at his taking the Lord's name in vain. "I told you not to run off into the canyon without packing extra stimpaks. Here, let me-"

The courier stopped his fumbling hands with both of theirs. Arcade looked down in shock at the broken arm that was firmly grasping his fingers, then up into their frenzied eyes. "Six, you need-"

"I don't." The courier spat some blood out onto the dirt floor of the cave. "I don't. The Sorrows... White Bird..."

Arcade mentally cursed the tribe up the river, then just as quickly withdrew the malevolent thoughts. It wasn't their fault the courier went looking for injuries. "Datura root? Okay, sit down, over there. Take a load off."

The courier limped over to the chair Joshua Graham was offering. They sank into it with a sigh and let the yao guai head fall to the floor, where it began to bleed onto their boots. "Thanks," they said. "I should-"

Arcade stuck them in the arm with the stimpak he kept concealed for these occasions, and they screeched, loud enough to cause even the Malpais Legate to jump. "Fucking hell, Arcade! Not again!"

Craig Boone: Boone jumped to his feet. "I can't be your spotter if you keep leaving me behind, Six. Tell me you haven't been using that junk again."

In answer, the courier pulled an empty Sunset Sarsaparilla bottle rigged with a hose and tin foil from inside their pack and tossed it aside. "Last dose, I swear. Not that it helped much in close quarters."

They lifted the yao guai head high over their own, striking a victorious pose. "Shouldn't bother the Dead Horses or the Sorrows again, unless there really is a ghost out there."

Boone and Graham stared at the courier, particularly at their bent arm. "You require medical attention," Graham pointed out. "Shall I fetch the shaman?"

"No thank you." The courier made a face and heaved the animal's head across the room. It flew through the air in a nice arc, bounced twice, then rolled to a stop at the Burned Man's feet.

"Six..." Boone said testily.

The courier groaned, familiar with the serious tone. "Fine. But I've had worse scrapes, and you know it."

Lily Bowen: "Pumpkin!" Lily shrieked and rushed to the courier's side. Her hands flew up and around them, but every time she attempted to touch them she recoiled out of fear of causing pain. "Pumpkin, you need to see a doctor."

"We've been over this, Lily," the courier replied, attempting to skirt around the nightkin that blocked their way. "It hurts, but I work through it, and I always come out on top of whatever caused it."

"Sweetness, you're bleeding." Lily finally located a portion of the courier that wasn't in danger of extra bruising and took hold of them, sweeping them up into a gentle fireman's carry. "We'll go visit that nice Waking Cloud lady and get you fixed up."

"Lily, put me down!" The courier squirmed atop the super mutant. To the surprise of everyone involved, they managed to unbalance her enough to send both of them tumbling to the cave floor.

Joshua Graham looked down at the courier, who was wrestling for control of their leg in order to escape Lily's grasp. "God protect you," he said, but it wasn't clear who he was speaking to.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Mij@." Raul approached the courier carefully, trying to locate all of their new bumps and scrapes. He was more than familiar with their latest attempts to prove their own strength, but it pained him to see them like this. Still, he knew better than to try to force medicine into them, now. "Estoy aquí para ti. Can I help?"

They tensed for a moment, as he'd expected, but a few more soothing words sent their shoulders back down. "Sí. I'm... I'm tired."

Ignoring the Burned Man's protests, Raul claimed the room's chair and carried it over to them. They eased into it, wincing slightly but still clinging to their belongings. Raul convinced them to hand their weapons, pack and bear head over one by one, all the while assuring them that he meant no harm, no offense, no judgment.

"You can't keep doing this, Six," he said, when they finally let him inspect their broken arm. He could see the bone under the skin, out of place in an obvious way that would've had him laid up in bed for weeks.

"I can handle-"

"I know you can." Raul fixed them in his gaze. "I can't."

They smiled sadly. "Lo siento. I'll try to be more careful."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass rolled her eyes. "Figures. Waited until I was asleep, then you ran off to have all the fun on your lonesome. Let's get you cleaned up, Six."

She lunged for the courier, but despite their precarious state they managed to dodge her. "Uh-uh. I'm invincible. You're gonna ruin it."

"Invincible?" Cass dashed to block their escape. "Sure, you can probably still kick my ass, but you sure as hell can't outrun me."

"Might the pair of you take this little game outside," Graham grumbled from his seat.

"Shut it, Burnt Man," Cass shot back.

The courier couldn't help but giggle at that. "Burned. Burned Man."

"Oh, you're gonna give me grammar lessons?" Cass lunged again and managed to seize a handful of the courier's tattered coat. "Give them to me up close. I dare you."

In response, the courier grabbed Cass' arm with their broken one and easily flung her around them in a circle, until she went somersaulting away onto the ground. "There's lesson one."

Cass sat up and jammed her hat back on her head. "Fine. Damn."

Veronica Santangelo: "How are you walking?!?" Veronica stared, open-mouthed, at the bloody figure in the cave entrance.

The courier shrugged, then winced at their own movement. "Does it matter? I'm alive."

"Yeah, but life won't be much of a comfort if you don't get some of those fractures set right." Veronica rose from her bed roll and approached them carefully. Her eyes flickered from wound to wound, and she tutted as she drew back the loose pieces of fabric that the yao guai had ripped to shreds. "Get over here and make yourself useful, Graham. Six, you probably shouldn't be awake when I start putting you back together."

They withdrew their limp arm from her grasp firmly. "Leave it be. It gave me the energy I needed to finish the thing off."

"Adrenaline will do that," Veronica agreed. "But its shelf life is short. Pretty soon you're going to be wishing that bear took your head off. Graham, I meant what I said, go find me some boiled water and bandages or I'll personally deliver your location to Caesar myself."

"Caesar is well aware of my current whereabouts," Graham replied evenly. "You would do well to listen to the Scribe, courier."

"Both of you?" The courier deflated. "Fine. Just get me a drink before you start moving bones around."

ED-E: The eyebot beeped in an alarmed manner as the courier swayed on their feet. It swiveled its dome between the injured friend and the bandaged man, who caught the movement and shook his head. "While you were updating your programming, your master was testing the limits of their own abilities, robot. It is not my place to interfere."

ED-E made a flat blaaaaat sound at him that sounded scornful, and floated over to the courier's side. The courier laughed. "Don't worry about me, little guy. It takes more than one yao guai to ruin my day."

Rex: The scent of the yao guai's and the courier's blood filled Rex's nostrils, and he rose from his sleeping hollow with a whine, unsure. When the courier beckoned him, he trotted over and began licking their visible wounds, sparing a growl here and there for the yao guai head that hung on their back.

Graham regarded the cyberdog with something akin to affection. "He senses your pain, courier. You would do well to set him at ease."

"He's seen me closer to death than this," they replied, scratching the dog behind the ears with their good arm. "And if the White Legs hear about the courier who walks through broken bones, maybe they'll think twice about attacking the people I'm friends with."