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Letting this man rest from the rituals
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SUPER SHY 3/3
Pairing: Miles 42! X Black Shy Plussize Fem Reader!
Warnings: A little angsty, Rusty spanish
Tags: @aaliyahwalkshere @missmyluv @slutforneteyam @alex110370000 @decapitatedyoshi @gemma42 @mama-2001 @mxa13xx
Summary: First Date with Miles…lets see how this goes will it be a success or will it not go so well stay tuned to find out.You also meet Miles's mother
A/N: The end to the Super Shy series, this was a lot of fun to write and I'm happy all of you enjoyed the first two so I hope you guys enjoy this one!!, also I apologize if it's long I really got into it, Miles is 17 he has a whipski, I was jamming while writing this, that is why so many songs are in the listed. Request me some new suggestions for anyone in astv, This is the end of my Rambling ENJOY my luvs!! pt.1 pt.2
You were shocked at what Miles just said to you, you didn’t expect him to be direct about wanting to take you out. You were in your head speechless, not sure what to say. Miles broke the silence.
“Give me your number, I don’t like that dm shit and you don't deserve to be dmed date information”. He explained
“My number is (XXX-XXX-XXXX)” You say looking at your phone.
“Okay imma text you when I get home” Miles announced.
“Actually text me when you’ve made it home it's unsafe out here” You reply, receiving a smile from Miles.
“I will mamita” He says before walking off, you enter your apartment thinking about everything that just happened between you and Miles. You notice your mom looking at you as soon as you come in.
“Hmm..you seem happier than usual”. Your Mom exclaimed
“Yeah I'm going on a date tomorrow with Miles!” You blurt out smiling hard.
“TELL ME EVERYTHING” Your mom shouts, sprinting to the couch, motioning you to come over to spill the beans about everything that went down.
***
Miles makes it home immediately apologizing to his Mom before she shouts at him.
“Lo siento, llego tarde sin enviarte un mensaje de texto mami(Sorry, I'm late without texting you mommy), I was walking a girl home.” Miles apologized, after he apologized he saved your number as ‘mamita 😩🫶🏽’texting you that he was home.
“The girl you've been talkin my ear off about?” Uncle Aaron asks, Mrs. Morales looks at Uncle Aaron confused on what she was hearing”.
“¿A mi hijo le gusta una niña?(Does my son like a girl)?” Mrs. Morales asks,surprised. Miles looked at them, sucking his cheeks in to hide that he was about to smile.
“Yes, it is the girl I've been talking your ear off about, I would be lying if I said I didn’t like her and her name is Y/N”. Miles announced looking at Uncle Aaron and his Mother, it was quiet for two seconds.
Mrs. Morales and Uncle Aaron stare at each other “TELL US EVERYTHING”. They shout startling Miles.
“Okay Okay, at the start of the walk it was very quiet for 5 minutes because she's shy, I didn't want to bombarded her with question so I used my context clues, I noticed she was listening to music so I asked her what she was listening to, she told me I told her to play it out loud so we both can listen to it. I started singing the song mad loud so she can feel a little more comfortable. She started singing which made me smile because she felt comfortable singing wit me, I started dancing because why not. After that, we started talking about music then it got you know…” Miles stopped talking
“Vamos hijo cuéntanos(come on son tell us),It got you know what?!” Mrs. Morales exclaimed
“ItgotkindaflirtyfromtherebasicallyshegotshyonmeandIdecidedtodothatmovewhereyouputyourfingerundertheirchintomakethemlookatyouandiaskedherificantakeherouttmomorowbecauseIwassocaughtupinthemoment”. Miles rambled, smiling awkwardly at Uncle Aaron and Mrs.Morales wondering if he did the right thing. They both look at eachother nodding their heads.
Aaron está creciendo con nosotros(Aaron he's growing up on us), this is so exciting my son is so good with girls”. Mrs.Morales says giving Miles the biggest bear hug.
“Ayyyy mami” Miles says, chuckling awkwardly looking at Uncle Aaron waiting for his comment.
“You got play little man me and your mother taught you well”. Uncle Aaron says giving Miles a high five”
“Wait, where are you going to take her?” Mrs. Morales asks looking down at her son
“To be honest I had the plan to take her to a record store then an arcade because she likes music and arcades are always fun”. Miles states looking up at his mom.
“You really took some time to think about this”. Mrs. Morales says proud of her son.
“What you know about record stores Miles?” Uncle Aaron asks.
“The amount of old Black movies I've watched with you Uncle Aaron and it's always a romantic space”. Miles explained shrugging his shoulders. Uncle Aaron nodded his head proud.
“Yeah I got high hopes for you kid” Uncle Aaron states.
“eres tan perfecto que sabes que(you’re so perfect you know that?). You better treat her right Miles”. Mrs. Morales states
“Hes fine Rio he got this right?”. Uncle Aaron asks reassuring Mrs. Morales
“Of course I do Uncle Aaron, and of course I will mami she deserves it” Miles says fist bumping his Uncle.
“Whipped” Uncle Aaron says chuckling, Miles rolled his eyes chuckling.
“Mami, can she also come over tomorrow just in case?” Miles asks, she was shocked for a second.
“Yes she can just leave the door open hijo, but I'm gonna go to bed to get a few hours in before my shift” she says Kissing Miles' forehead.
“buenas noches mami” Miles says.
“Beuenas noches, mi amor, and Goodnight Aaron”. Mrs Morales replies.
“Goodnight Rio” Uncle Aaron says waving at Rio, While Miles was on his phone texting You the details.
‘be ready at 6:30 that's when Imma come pick you up ma?’
‘okay, is it any dress code?’
‘nah ma dress to impress or wear what you feel like fits you gon look good either way’
‘boy stop 🙄’
‘What i’m telling the truth hermosa 🤷🏽’
‘I also asked my mom if you can come over tmr after our date’
‘so we boutta go out then have a sleepover i'm down with that 👏🏾’
‘Good’
‘but i’m boutta go to bed goodnight Miles 🫶🏾’
‘Buenas noches mami 🫶🏽’
***
The next day at school was light, you and Miles walked to every class with each other and your friends. The one class he didn’t walk you to, you and your friends were gossiping about him.
“Girl what happened during that walk yall real locked in” Aaliyah says crossing her fingers.
“Man he asked me on a whole ass date in the most like omg way I wanted to kiss his fine ass”. You say rolling your eyes.
“Damn it was that good?” Ocean asks
“Yeah he made me really comfortable, because it was quiet for a bit. I played my music out loud and he started singing. I joined him, and we spoke about music. I got shy because he said he liked my smile in SPANISH and then he asked me out. You explained.
“Nah yeah thats your man” Aaliyah stated entering the gym seeing Miles with his homeboys playing ball, you guys sit on the bleachers watching.
“Ugh I don't want to go to Biology” You scoff
“Then don’t go, stay in the gym”. Aaliyah says shrugging, you were watching the basketball game noticing Miles coming over.
“Oh shit your man coming”. Ocean states the obvious
“Hola Mami, shouldn't you be in class?” He asked
“Why you clocking me?” You say jerking your head back, he chuckled at what you said, surprised.
“Since when you skipped class?I'm just making sure my girl don’t get detention”. He explains, you scrunch your nose trying not to smile.
“I'm your girl now?” You ask
“You will be soon,” He says, smirking , getting close to your frame.
“Actually I'm gonna skip with you, give me 5 minutes to finish bussin they ass then we can slide mami”. He states giving you a smile, you nod your head watching him bounce the ball running back to the court. You were kinda winded. He made you shyer than what you already were.
“I know its purring down there” Ocean laughs
“Nah wrd you flustered as hell”. Aaliyah adds
“Oh shut up” You say falling deeper for him, the way the compression shirt accentuated his body did something to you, the way he towered over you made you weak, his brown skin glistened whenever you saw him.
“She's in a trance yall seein this' ' Ocean looks at the fake cameras.
“Okay but we're gonna go to class to give you and your man some space” Aaliyah states, collecting her things while Ocean waves at you before they leave. You believe they were psychics because Miles jogged back over to you.
“You wanna shoot around?”. He asks
“Uhh I don’t really do basketball, I'm just a girl”. You say tilting your head .
“I'll teach you”. Miles says, spinning the ball on his finger, you roll your eyes.
“Okay show off!” You say chuckling, walking to the court. Miles stood behind you positioning your hands, under his shooting the ball making it in the hoop.
“See now, try by yourself”. He says holding your waist sending a shiver down your spine. You smile to yourself shooting the ball making it in the hoop.
“Okayyyy mamita I see you lets a play a game called horse the first person to spell horse basically by missing five shots loses” He says bouncing the ball
“Bet what's in this for the winner?” You ask with a smirk
“I don’t know you tell me” He smirks right back at you
“Maybe a lil cheek kiss” You say being bold, Miles looks at you amused.
“Im jacken that (meaning he can get down with that). He says making a score.
“Your turn ma” He says passing you the ball, you roll your eyes dribbling the ball shooting it in the hoop scoring. This went on for 20 minutes, you only missed 4 times while Miles missed 3. You score another basket feeling yourself.
“Nothin but net baby!” You say flipping your hair snapping in his face.
“You mad cute” He says shooting making it in again, you shoot making it. Miles misses his next shot.
“One more miss shot and you lose!!” You say making your shot, Miles mocked you shooting and missing.
“WHAT THAT SPELL H-O-R-S-E YOU LOSE!!” You shout proud of yourself.
“Sus inicios suerte,(It's beginner's luck), it's ok because you’re adorable lemme give you that cheek kiss mama”. Miles says grinning.
“Not if you can’t catch me”. You say running off, Miles groans chasing after you laughing your ass off. You look behind, seeing him catch up to you.
“Damn you run fast!”. You shout
“Duh I play basketball” Miles says sarcastically rolling his eyes, he catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist swaying you back and forth, kissing your cheek. The both of you stayed there catching your breaths. You smile to yourself, loving this moment until Miles starts tickling your sides.
“MILES STOP” You shout, laughing. Miles laughs with you because your laugh is really contagious. Laughter filled up the gyms absence of other students besides you two catching the gym teacher's attention from outside the gym
“Shouldn’t you two be in class, especially you Morales. We don’t want you getting detention when you have to be at practice later” The gym teacher spat.
“Yeah Morales” You say mockingly looking at Miles.
“Oh your not off the hook either Ms.Y/L/N” The gym teacher adds
“Yeah Ms.Y/L/N but we’re in study hall block we just don’t have any work to work on so we came to play some ball Coach Edwards” Miles explains.
“Okay just get back to the main class rooms before another teacher catches you before letting you off the hook lovebirds I was a teenager once two’. Mr. Edwards states leaving you two alone.
“He's right, let's go to the art room, it's always empty there right about this time” You state while getting your stuff.
“Aight lemme just throw this ugly ass uniform in my bag” He says getting his stuff together, you two walk to the art room being as quiet as possible not wanting to be caught. You guys sat down talking about nothing sharing headphones, that's your thing now, you learned Miles had a hobby of drawing from time to time.
“You wanna know something” You ask him
“What's up ma” He answers, giving you all of his attention.
“I would never think me and you would be talking”. You say shyly
“Why?” He says concerned.
“Because I would never think you would notice me because of the girls that constantly throw themselves at you and the friends you have.” You explain
“Those girls don’t do it for me, they want attention so bad that they do anything to get it but you, you had my eye since day one. I just don’t understand why you're so shy, you have all rights to be outgoing, there is nothing wrong with you. I'm not saying there is” He responds. You go immediately quiet after his statement.
“What’s wrong mamita?” Miles asks, you didn’t answer him, you sat there in silence.
“Está bien mamita, te escucharé(It 's okay mamita i’ll listen to you)” He says sincerely, you felt comfortable enough to tell him what’s wrong.
“I don’t like when people say there’s nothing wrong with me when they notice i’m shy or know i’m shy like, ok yeah im pretty but me being pretty doesn’t mean I have to be the loudest person in the room. it bothers me because maybe I don’t want to be popular having all the attention for my looks and not for the person I am, then having boys only want you because of your status and the way your body looks, and not having them really like you, and everytime I find myself distancing myself away or pushing others away because they fail to realize im human as well because i'm shy, Im- Im sorry miles. You rambled, Miles looked at you feeling horrible about what he said.
“Mírame mamá déjame decirte algo,(look at me mama let me tell you something) I'm not one of those people who obviously don ‘t see you for who you are. I see you for Y/N, from the shyness, from the fire ass shoe game you got, from the giggles I hear when your with your friends, from when you’re quiet in class smiling to yourself listening to music, The Y/N that isn’t just a body, the Y/N that likes music, the Y/N that has a great time singing songs at the top of her lungs. Yeah I only walked you home, played horse with you, and only maybe started at you in class in the hallways but I saw so much personality in the little things. You will never have to distance yourself from me. I'm here to make you feel comfortable. You’re a beautiful soul to me” Miles stated looking at you.
You felt loved and seen, looking at Miles' beautiful brown eyes as the sun gleamed on his skin just right as you were sitting next to a window, you felt speechless, you tried to talk but nothing came out. Miles smiled at you wanting to risk it all. You two were interrupted by the bell signaling it was time to go home.
You met up with your friends smiling like an idiot. They look at you, then at Miles, then at each other. They wanted to know everything.
“Okay mami I can't walk you home due to practice but imma see you later” Miles says giving you a hug before walking to the gym.
“You have to tell us everything!” Aaliyah exclaimed.
***
You and your friends were at your house playing music helping you get ready for your date with Miles. You were in the shower while they were in your room suggesting things you should wear.
“I personally think you should wear a skirt boo show that bawdy baby” Ocean suggests
“No I agree it's like 90 degrees” Aaliyah agrees
“I MEAN YEAH I'LL WEAR A SKIRT” You say shouting from the bathroom.
“But it's up to your comfortability” Aaliyah states.
“No i'm okay with a skirt it's hot as hell” You say coming out of the bathroom picking out your outfit.
“Okayyy i'm happy you showing your bawdy it's too hot for the baggy jean Y/N” Ocean says
“Yeah we don’t want you suffocating” Aaliyah adds
“YOO ITS 6:00 HURRY UP” Ocean shouts, startling you.
“Damn okay” You say chuckling, getting dressed and admiring yourself. You’ve never worn a skirt in a long time, the last time you did you felt uncomfortable but around Miles he made you feel so comfortable to do anything or wear anything around him. You take a deep breath before doing a 360 for your friends. The finished look with your hair done, fit, and shoes(Or you can keep the mary jeans like in the picture).
“Girl when did you get your belly pierced”. Aaliyah asked
“I got it done during the winter” You reply
“YOU NEVER TOLD US??” Ocean shouts.
“Nah I thought y'all would see it someday” You shrug
“No but you look good as fuck” Aaliyah exclaims
“AHHH thank you what time is it” You ask
“You really do. I love this moment for you. I'm really happy for you and it's 6:45” Ocean replies.
“Thank you guys!!” You say holding your arms open. They get up giving you a big bear hug,
“I'm happy for you baby”. Aaliyah says, While you and your friends were having a moment, your Mom heard a knock at the door answering it. She saw Miles with 2 bouquet’s of flowers in his hand.
“Hi Ms.Y/M/L/N Im Miles, these are for you and is Y/N ready?” her gaze softens at Miles handing her the flowers still holding one for you.
“Yes she is, I'll call her Y/N MILES IS HERE FOR YOU”. Your mom shouts. You and Your friends' eyes widen shuffling to get out of your room. They walk out of your room first to give you the floor, you walk down the stairs like the bad bitch you’re. Your friends snap as you walk down the stairs and your mom is looking at you with the biggest smile on your face. Was Miles shy fuck yes was he going to tell you that hell no. He saw you walk down the stairs gulping mumbling to himself. You finally come into close contact with him smelling his cologne, seeing the flowers in his hand.
“te ves hermosa mamá(you look beautiful), these flowers are for you” Miles stated looking you up and down making you shy.
“Awe thank you these are beautiful you didn’t have to Miles” You say looking at the flowers like you haven't seen them. the carnations, mixed with other flowers, the aesthetic of them were so beautiful, you weren't a flower person but he just made you into one. You put them in the vase right by the door.
“No, I definitely had to how am I supposed to take you out on our first date without a grand gesture. First times are always supposed to be special, beautiful”. Miles says tilting his head, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. You swear you could fall to your knees how he was looking at you.
“Yo-You are something else truly” You say smiling.
“Mhm and you love it ready to go?” Miles asks.
“Of course, see you guys tomorrow!!” You say while giving your mom and your friends hugs.
“HAVE FUN, BUT NOT TOO MUCH FUN”. Your mom shoes while you're already out the door. You and Miles were in a comfortable silence walking out of your apartment to his car.
“I meant what I said when I said you look beautiful”. Miles breaks the silence making you smile.
“Thank you I could say the same about you, you smell good. I love the hair, and your outfit is gaza. Did you get it your hair done for this specific occasion?” You ask
“Maybe maybe not, you did wear a skirt for this occasion”. Miles replied callin your ass out.
“YEAHHH you're done” You say rolling your eyes. Miles chuckles, unlocking the car as it was in arms reach, you reach for the passenger side hearing a smack of the teeth.
“Nah you betta not this is my job now” He says opening the door for you were shocked, he closed the door walking around to the drivers side. Y'all didn't go anywhere yet and you were already smiling like an idiot.
“Thank you Miles.” You says shyly
“No problem mami that's what a man is supposed to do for their girl” Miles says starting the car pulling off, he hands you the aux. You connect your phone playing Heated by Beyonce, feeling yourself as you felt beautiful, Miles looked over a few times smiling as you were having fun
You sang along with Beyonce “Nevеr met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that wine like this, my love”
Miles smirks at you “You right never met a girl as fine as you”. He says winking at you. You roll your eyes, chuckling, continuing to sing the song.
You start fanning yourself off as Beyonce says, body rolling enjoying yourself Miles looks over, shocked as you were letting loose.
“Get it mama!” He shouted hyping you up, you laughed looking at him.
“I know my life can get so crazy but as long as you're right here” You sing.
“None of the gossip, nothing can stop us
I wanna love you with no fears” Miles sings right after.
“Close your eyes and take my hand 'Cause what we have is something special, Baby let's just take our chance” The both of you sing together, for the rest of the car ride you and Miles were listening to music. Miles suddenly parked and you were lost in your thoughts.
“We’re here hermosa” Miles announced, looking over at you. You nod your head about to get out of the car when you notice miles was already opening the door for you.
“You’re such a gentleman” you say getting out the car, Miles locked the car and you looked ahead of you. It was a record store you always wanted to visit one, but you thought they were all gone or abandoned. Miles looked behind him, seeing you admire the front of the store with a smile plastered on his face.
“Come on hermosa it gets better inside!” Miles exclaims, holding the door for you. You enter the record store in awe, you were in awe. You saw all the vinyls that you wanted, Lana del rey, The Weekend, Sza, Drake, New Jeans, Victoria Monet, Brent faiyez etc.
“Miles, how did you know I wanted to come here?” You ask looking up at him.
“I took a hint and used my context clues music is your thing and you get very passionate talking about it so I took my chances” Miles explained
“You’re truly amazing” You say wanting to kiss him, looking up at him while he was explaining. Miles blushed a little, hiding his face.
“Omg I saw that splash of pink on your cheeks did Miles Morales just blush” You say gasping dramatically.
“Absolutely not,” Miles denies.
“If you're not blushing stop hiding that pretty face from me” You say pouting, Miles looks at you smiling.
“aight you caught me” Miles rolls his eyes.
“Awe my baby so cute” you say chuckling, realizing what you said.
“Oh I’m your baby now?” Miles asks, you got shy scratching your head.
“Yes” you blurred out without even thinking about your answer. Miles nodded his head, liking that answer.
“Hold up do a 360 f’me mama lemme see you” Miles says looking down at you, you do what he says weak in the kneeeeeees.
“I’m sorry you just look so beautiful standing in front of me” Miles states. You walk away from
him not being able to breathe, he’s making you ao
flustered it’s crazy. He laughs to himself following you, wrapping his arms around your waist. resting his chin on your head, rocking you to the song playing in the background(Loveee song by Rihanna). You smile to yourself looking through the vinyls in front of you. It was quiet for about 10 minutes before you moved to another section.
Miles followed you around the store loving every second of it. You were definitely talking his ear off but he didn’t mind, he loved your own takes on what certain albums were about and the symbolism certain songs have. He loved how you were so perfect in your little world, something so simple as explaining songs and or talking about your favorite albums made him even more attracted to you.
“I literally have to have you listen to the Renaissance album by beyoncé because she ate” You exclaimed
“I’m down for that” Miles replied, staring at you. You noticed smiling.
“what you starin at something on my shirt?” You ask.
“Nah you real pretty mama” Miles replied.
“Oh my god” You say, rolling your eyes.
“You wanna buy any of these vinyls hermosa?” Miles asks. You nod your head, speed walking to the New Jeans Super Shy album.
“Power puff girls?” He asks, tilting his head.
“No, that's just the album cover, and their aesthetic you got a lot of music to listen to my love” You say chuckling, he smiles at that name.
“You only want that one?” He asks, you nod your head. The both of you walk to the cashier, you prepare to pay but already slid the cash on the counter.
“Miles you didn’t have to” You say pouting.
“I did you out with me you don’t gotta spend your money and it was cheap you good ma” He responds walking out the store. You follow behind him.
“Wanna go to the arcade across the street?” Miles asks.
“OF COURSE I'M BOUTTA KICK YOUR ASS AT THOSE GAMES '' You shout!
“OH PLEASE” He shouted back, "you guys cross the street entering the arcade. You and Miles hit basketball first (of course athletic ass nigga),He beat you but you were delusional.
“YEAHHH I BEAT YOU” you shout prancing around.
“Nuh uh” Miles says
“Fuck you mean nuh uh the scores is right there!” you say pointing to score of 25 to 13 💀,Miles holds his laughs back letting you brag.
“okay okay mamita you beat me” Miles says walking to ski ball, you follow him with the biggest smile on his face. You and Miles play every game up in that arcade you had the upper hand on Mileses winning streak.
“See I told you i’ll kick your ass” You say, Miles had his eyes on a game with a big ass teddy bear hanging on the side of it. He was determined to win you one. He suddenly disappeared and you saw him, throwing balls at bottles. He was so focused. You stood next to him watching, he only had one more left to hit and he hit it. You clapped at his victory.
“Here you go!” The host says giving Miles a huge hello kitty plush. Miles then gave it to you, you looked at the plush in awe. You squealed, hugging it. Miles rushed to get his phone out taking a picture of you hugging the plush, It was adorable.
“awe thank you baby…” You say skipping around with the plush, Miles smiled at you witnessing you so happy thinking, ‘i'm the only one that gets to see her like this’. He snaps out of his trance.
“Mamita let’s go get some food!” He states.
“Yes I'm starvinggg” You say skipping over to him, holding his hand, Miles was shock feeling the warmth of your hand fill his. Miles looks down seeing you hold the plush so close to you. You and Miles walk around a bit to find something to eat. You two decided on Chipotle something simple.
You sat your plushie down in an empty chair right next to you, while Miles sat across from you. You were stuffing rice in your face, Miles looked at you laughing his ass off.
“Damn little lady, you can sure put it away”. He says, cackling.
“Youu soooooo funny” You muttered.
“I'm sorry that was funny as hell”. Miles states, you mock him rolling your eyes.
“I don’t even sound like that” Miles declared.
“Mhm sure…” You say laughing to yourself, you couldn’t lie miles looked cute while he was eating his food. You took your phone out taking a picture of him, He glared at you.
“What, I'm sorry you looked like a cute chipmunk!”. You exclaimed
“You’re so lucky you're cute”. Miles says finishing up his food, You and Miles cleaned up the table, taking pictures in the window. You weren’t a picture person and so wasn’t Miles but, when you two are together it's all you wanna do with Miles to keep the memories. You and Miles were wandering around Manhattan taking pictures of random things well, you were taking pictures of random things, he was taking pictures of you taking pictures of random things. You took a quick glimpse at Miles and he looked exhausted.
“Are you tired Miles? we can go back to your house” You say examining his face. He shakes his head, giving you a tired smile.
“No no you're sleepy it's okay” You say, Grabbing his hand walking back to his car, he let you drag him back to the car, it was a new feeling that he liked. Miles unlocks the car, still making sure to open the car door for you before he gets in. You and Miles sat in, comfortable silence considering the both of you were tired, you looked at your plushie, then at your vinyl smiling to yourself. The music in the background (Heal your heart by brent faiyaz), made this moment better for the both of you. Before you knew it, You were at Miles’s house, you were nervous to be honest what if his mom was home, your thoughts were interrupted by Miles opening the door for you.
Walking to his door number he picked up on your nervousness.
“Don’t worry hermosa she’s gonna love you”. Miles says, unlocking the house door, you take a deep breath walking in right after him.
“Hola mami” Miles greets his mother as she is in the kitchen. Today was her day off and he was confused why she was still awake at this time.
“Hola Mrs.Morales Im-'' Before you could finish your sentence, she rushed into the living room to greet you.
“You’re the famous Y/N. It's nice to meet you, wait you speak spanish”, Mrs.Morales greeted you.
“Yes, just a little I have to brush up on some phrases”. You say, giving her a smile.
“What am I chopped liver?”. Miles says, crossing his arms.
“Lo siento hijo su saludo me tomó por sor (Sorry son her greeting took me by surprise), did my son win that bear for you” Mrs. Morales says apologizing, while asking you.
“Yes he did, he did a great job”. You say, nodding your head looking at Miles giving him a warm smile. You and Mrs.Morales sit down talking about your date, yourself, and everything you like about Miles building a bond with his mother. He watched leaning on a door frame smiling to himself.
“My two girls” He says yawning smiling to himself, heading for bed.
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mutual pining! joey brings over food to your apartment whenever you've got your day off. joey let himself in, balancing a stack of takeout trays in one hand and his keys in the other. "knock, knock," he called, even though he was already stepping inside. "i got you some lasagna and some chicken here," he said, setting the trays down on your tiny dining table. "figured you'd need something good since you work yourself half to death."
you looked up from where you were curled on the couch, wearing the softest pair of sweats joey had ever seen you in. “you didn’t have to do all this, joey,” you said, but there was a smile tugging at your lips.
he shrugged, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “eh, i like seeing you eat. besides, you get this cute little face when you’re excited about food.”
you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks flushed. “if you keep talking like that, i’m gonna start thinking you like me or something.”
joey froze for half a beat, then played it off with a laugh. “well, if the lasagna didn’t tip you off already…” he quipped, glancing at you as he started unpacking the trays.
a soft warmth settled in your chest as you watched him. joey was always like this—half-joking, half-serious, always walking this line you could never quite pin down. it kept your heart on edge in the best and worst ways.
“c’mon,” he said, motioning toward the couch with a tray in each hand. “we can eat and listen to some music. i saw you’ve still got that old stereo hooked up.”
you shifted to make room for him, grabbing the remote to flick on the stereo. a smooth, mellow tune filled the room as joey plopped down beside you, the scent of the lasagna wafting between you.
“so,” he said after a few bites, leaning back against the couch, “tell me about your day. any crazy hospital stories?”
you sighed, leaning into the cushions. “not much. just the usual chaos. but there was this one patient—he was convinced he was the star of some soap opera. said he needed to fake his death to escape a love triangle.”
joey burst out laughing, nearly spilling his food. “sounds like someone i’d get along with.”
you nudged his arm with your elbow. “don’t encourage him. i spent an hour convincing him that pretending to die wasn’t the best way to deal with his feelings.”
“sounds like you’re good at that,” joey said softly, his voice dipping into something warmer. “helping people figure out their feelings.”
you glanced at him, your breath catching at the way his gaze lingered on you. “yeah, well, not always. some people are harder to read.”
he smirked, leaning a little closer. “you saying i’m hard to read?”
“you’re impossible,” you teased, though your voice was quieter now, the space between you charged with something unspoken.
he shifted, stretching an arm across the back of the couch, his fingers just brushing your shoulder. “nah, i’m an open book. you just gotta know how to read me.”
you rolled your eyes again, but your smile betrayed you. “you’re so full of it, tribbiani.”
“and yet, here you are, letting me invade your couch,” he shot back, his grin widening.
eventually, the food was forgotten, replaced by the soft murmur of conversation as the music played on. joey stretched out, his arm resting more solidly around your shoulders now, and you leaned into him, letting the warmth of his presence melt away the stress of your day. neither of you said it outright, but in moments like this, the truth hung thick in the air. it was only a matter of time.
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Hello Everyone i am nervous but @alectoperdita and @unfriendlyamazon both posted joukais for wip wednesday so here is a teeny bit from the thing i am working on. contextless fluff beneath the cut
(had to grab something from real late in the fic bc it takes these two knuckleheads FOREVER to even get together OTL)
Seto isn’t expecting any visitors, so the sight of the familiar figure on the couch takes him aback.
“Hey, you.” Joey offers a wave and a sleepy grin.
Seto stares at him incredulously. “Did you break into my house?”
“Ha!” Joey stands, crossing the room to meet him. “With your security? Absolutely not. Mokuba let me in.” Seto opens his arms when Joey reaches him, enfolding him in them. They lean against one another in silence for a moment; tired, but content to drink in one another’s presence.
“You two hang out?” Seto asks finally.
“Mm. We were gamin’ together for a little before they went to bed.”
“Playing with me wasn’t enough for you, hm?” He smirks, though Joey can’t see it with his head pillowed on Seto’s shoulder.
“Your turns took forever. I was gettin’ bored waiting on you.”
“When did Mokuba go to bed?”
“‘Bout three hours ago.” Joey yawns. “Almost fell asleep without them to keep me up.”
“Your own fault for waiting up for me without telling me,” he chides, though without any real sternity. “What if I’d been at the office until three in the morning?”
“Then I’da broken into your office.”
“With my security?”
“I’ve done it before.”
“Heh.” Seto pulls back to look Joey in the face. Softly, he says, “You didn’t have to stay up. We were going to see each other tomorrow.”
“Wanted to see ya today,” Joey says simply.
Seto’s heart stutters. He brings his hand up to cup Joey’s cheek, and Joey nuzzles into it, eyes still fixed on Seto’s. The intensity of the eye contact grows a bit much for him, so he breaks it, giving the clock on the mantel an exaggerated glance. “Seems you’re a bit late for that. It’s past midnight already.”
“Doesn’t count. We didn’t sleep yet, so it’s still today.”
“Oh?” Seto raises an eyebrow. “You’ve changed your tune since all the times you’ve tried to get me in bed ‘before tomorrow’.”
A lazy grin unfurls across Joey’s lips. “It’s only tomorrow when I say so.”
“When it’s convenient for you, you mean.”
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A little exboyfriend!Joey smutty one shot for your reading pleasure. Under 18's DNI. Word Count: 3.3k
Idk, the picture's hot and I feel like it fits. 👀
It's a sad state of affairs the morning after a night out when you wake up in your ex boyfriends bed, you glance over at him still sleeping, everything flashing back to the night before when you had your unfortunate reunion right up to the point where you got into a taxi to go back to his and then of course; you end up sleeping with him to the point where you pass out.
You bite your lip down with a slight sting from a mark he's left right where you touch it, turns out sex with your ex is the angry kind, the hateful kind and above all the kind where not all feelings are obviously lost between the two of you. You try to make no sudden movements, Joe waking up now would be the biggest of your worries. What would he think? Why are you still laid here considering these thoughts yourself? You obviously want to admit that you're the idiot here, clearly bringing yourself down to the level of desperation for the physicality's known has sexual intercourse and the need of another human touching you; obviously sharing your frustrations. It had to be him... You decided to close your eyes, let him be the one to wake up and wander these things and then you could at least pretend to be the one who was shocked about it.
It started with you making eye contact at the bar, you were already half cut and the confidence boost of alcohol had you staring even more, eyes locked and heart going mad with confusion and the thoughts of your past relationship with the man in question. What is it about the sense of danger also known as an ex that made the thought of talking to him so exciting. You played hard to get, moved around the club, everywhere you seemed to be, he was there too. It felt like an unrequited fate, something you had probably dreamed about and conjured up in the depths of your mind and all of a sudden it was coming true.
The break up was mutual, you argued all of the time over the silliest things and never saw eye to eye on your own opinions, it ended a little sour but it was absolutely for the best. That was at least a year ago, you hadn't seen him since. It was clear to you that you were either really intoxicated or you weren't quite over him, both options seemed feasible. You made sure that he made the first move before you even considered interacting with him, one tap of your shoulder had you spinning around faster than the speed of light. To others you would look absolutely pathetic, you may as well of just fell onto your back like a puppy begging to have their belly rubbed.
The small talk was minimal, a small exchange of hello's would have sufficed in the tiny few words you had said to one another. In no way was this planned, but you couldn't help but fall for his god like charm and the way he stunned you with the cheeky smile that used to make you swoon over and over again. It wasn't planned when you were dancing up against him, your ass brushing right up against him as you shook your hips, his hands gripped onto your waist to keep you in place as you moved in unison to the tune of the music. It wasn't until he spun you around and your hands clutched onto his arms to keep yourself steady, you gripped and felt the slight tense of muscle which made you take a breath in, it flexed a little more when one hand came up to meet your chin, raising your head up to fix your sights on those doe eyes once more.
"I missed you." Joe mouthed and you heard it loud and clear, there wasn't any need for sound, the movement of his lips told you everything you needed to know. Before you knew it or even felt it, your body had gained a mind of it's own and you'd managed to rise up onto your tiptoes to meet his height, mouth on mouth attracted like a repelled magnet, done in. Too little too late to back out now. Your tongues writhed, meeting in the middle to create a further friction. Joe's hand had creeped underneath your hair and wrapped firmly around the back of your neck to ensure you stayed firmly where you were and didn't try to pull away, there wasn't a chance of that when your arms resembled his own movement, your hands intertwined together at the back of his own neck like you were keeping yourself dangling off of him. It was hot, better yet a torturous effect of emotion that left you needing more, more of something and someone that had already had a hold on you for the longest of time, it was undeniably wrong but it felt so right.
It caught you by a gasp when Joe's other hand travelled down to squeeze at your ass cheek, you managed to inch yourself away a step. To his own surprise he put his hands up in defeat, not sure if he took it a step too far, it clearly wasn't because you had already found yourself making out with him in the middle of the club, that was the least of your worries. Joe leaned down to your ear, a shout which could of probably burst your ear drum so that he could be heard over the booming noise.
"Come back with me..." He didn't move, clearly not finished, you waited in the slight pause of his question, the next word seemed so forlorn and nervous at the realisation that he himself had plucked up the courage to ask you to go home with him. "Please?"
Your head sprung up and down like a nodding dog figurine and the oxygen flow had immediately stopped inside of your lungs, you could feel the way your heart burst through your chest when Joe grabbed a hold of your hand and led you through the crowd and out of the double doors into the cool summer night. Ridiculously and inevitably you couldn't keep your hands off one another in the taxi, like a couple in their honeymoon period you were leaned into his side, your arms back to holding one another in place, feeling every part that you were allowed to in public whilst your mouths violently attacked and teeth clashed against one another.
You almost fell out the var when he dragged you out of it, laughing when your arm nearly came out of it's socket from the force. Joe picked you up bridal style and continued to kiss you all the way up to his front door, fumbling around in his pocket whilst one arm kept you propped up against him. You insisted he put you down for one second so that he could get you both inside, obeying you quite quickly, you felt your feet touch the ground as you held yourself against the wall giggling at the amount of attempts and profanities it took for Joe to get the key into the door. You brushed past Joe in an effort to get out of the cold and he caught a hold of your hips whilst kicking the door shut behind him.
"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked, swirling you round to meet him.
"Hi." The sparkle in his eyes spoke a million words of affection, something you had truly missed.
"Hi." You mouthed back, a little neurotic whisper weeping from your vocal chords.
"Remember your way to my bed?"
"Absolutely." You were the one to take a hold of his hand this time, dragging him through the hallway and up the stairs, eyes making a beeline for the second door on the left as soon as you reached the top. You stumbled, chuckling at one another's attempts to walk in a steady line and for a second it was as innocent and as lovely as before, whatever before was.
You were pushed through, falling back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. Falling back onto it, Joe creeped up to come and lay by your side, propped up on one elbow. The very scent of him engulphed your nostrils making him feel all the more inviting. He was undeniably as gorgeous as the last time you had laid your eyes on him and suddenly you felt lucky, like another chance had arisen for the two of you. You felt the attraction and you wanted everything from him in that one second, you needed it like yesterday.
The view was firmly cut short by you when you leaned up to push his head down to kiss you some more, his hand stroked don to meet your chest, fondling you through your dress and massaging each breast in turn making you whimper into his mouth. His touch was excruciatingly memorable and made every baby hair on the back of your neck stand up, goose bumps rising, your core aching for more. It's like he read your mind and before you could mention it, his hand creeped up your dress, rubbing along the inside of your thighs that were parting magically granting him the access he wanted. When he reached the cotton of your underwear, the slight dampness he felt interrupted your lips touching, making him bite down onto your bottom lip in a strong willed manner.
"Fuck, always wet and ready for me aren't you, just like before."
Before. Before shit hit the fan? Yeah.
Your hand which was brushing right up against his bulge made you want to get your own back with your reply. You gripped onto the outline of his hardening length, squeezing a little, his bite intensifying on your lip almost drawing blood, slowly pulling back and letting go as he let out a little grunt.
"Fuck, always hard and ready for me yourself aren't you? Just like..."
Joe got the gist of your cheek and where you were heading with it, before you could even finish your sentence, your panties had been pushed to the side and two fingers were slammed inside of you, fucking their way up, thrusting in and out rapidly. Your breath hitched and a borderline pornographic moan fluttered out of you, your grip in turn pressed a little harder onto his cock making him go harder on you, the slick you had already created gave Joe a nice and easy pace to go at your cunt to his hearts content.
"I remember that face, the little slut who would beg me to fuck her harder, you want more don't you? I can tell."
You submitted almost instantly, your nodding dog demeanour back in full force as another finger pushed its way inside of you, his thick digits were spreading you well. "Shit, you're so tight."
"You forgot?" You giggled. The smirk was wiped straight off of your face when his fingers curled upward, and his fist was touching the entrance of your pussy, you pulsated around him, clenching against his fingers as your hips writhed along with his movements.
"I remember that this is the one thing we agreed on, the sex was always amazing darling. You were-" You attacked his mouth biting down onto his bottom lip just like he had yours, pulling back and letting go and giving him the eyes that warned him to shut the fuck up. "Are amazing." He finished, great save.
Your own hand had found itself massaging him through his trousers, his own little wet patch from the pre-cum formed it's own little mark where he'd already began to get over excited from all the commotion, jerking him through his clothing made you want nothing more than for him to release and make a mess of himself, but your drunken self was in a more selfish mood and you were in need of more requirement to pleasure yourself over him.
His fingers slipped out of you and raised upward until his index and middle finger were sloppily rubbing away at your clit, his once twinkling eyes were now replaced by a darkened aura which confirmed to you that he wanted you more than anything. You attempted to close your legs to stop Joe from having all the fun. A slight whisper of nuh uh came from his throat and he prised them open once more, vigorously attacking your bud until your back was arching itself off of the mattress.
The ache in your core snapped when he pushed his fingers against a part of your slit, messily massaging against you whilst putting a little more effort into it to really make you feel what he was doing down there.
"Joey I-" You hadn't called him that in a long time.
"Yes baby that's it, atta girl." You came undone, the knotted ball in the pit of your stomach broke and you moaned breathlessly through the orgasm that travelled all over the entirety of your body.
You were still coming down from your high, yet a burst of energy catching Joe off guard made you push him so he fell flat onto his back, undoing his belt buckle and ordering him to give you what you needed, your sole purpose for coming back to his in the first place. For a stupidly drunken fuck.
Slipping off your underwear whilst he was busy ridding his own clothes into a forgotten mess on the laminate flooring just below the bed, you climbed onto Joe, straddling him with all intense and purpose. You felt his hands move your hips as he grinded his cock between your slit, feeling the remanence of your cum dripping onto him. You leaned down and attacked his neck, biting, sucking, licking and making every effort to mark him yourself, claiming him almost, not as your own but just so he wouldn't forget.
"I need you inside of me." You whimpered, his own groan following after yours at your erotic words.
"Yes ma'am, fucking ride me baby." You hovered yourself upward so that Joe could position himself at your entrance, bringing yourself down, his thick cock squeezed itself inside of you, your high pitched moans mirroring one another's in the same pitch as you both adjusted to both the size and tightness.
You began to move, grinding against him, your hands pressed against his stomach for leverage, every inch inside of you quivering as his cock tapped against your cervix. "Fuck!" Joe called out, your eyes fully trained on each other so that you could see who came undone first. "Bounce on my cock." He snapped at you and you didn't need to be told twice. His hands guided you along, creating a solid rhythm. Two could clearly play this game when he rose his own hips to meet you coming downward, it felt like the tip of his cock was touching your stomach with every thrust. It wasn't even fast, it was hard and made to be felt.
The tables turned when Joe pushed you onto one side, taking over immediately, wanting nothing more than to be in control. You were now the one on your back, over stimulated and anxiety free being completely in the zone. He grabbed a hold of your legs, hoisting your feet over his shoulders, etching your dress up a little so he could watch the way he was about to rail you.
"And what do you think you're doing?" You teased.
"Pounding this perfect little pussy, that ok?"
"Yes..." You have to admit, the reply you gave came out a little sarcastic. You bit down onto your lip again, adding to the already bruising mark Joe had created earlier. Joe's leaned over before going back in for more, wrapping his hand around your throat.
"I wasn't asking your permission." He smirked, your knees were almost at your chest in the way he'd moved to get closer to you. You were too fixated on the brown eyes looking right back at you intensely to realise that his cock had plunged it's way inside of you. Bringing you straight back down to earth, he moved back up into position and did exactly what he had suggested he was going to. Joe fucked into you as hard and as fast as he could, multitasking by using his thumb to stroke over your already over sensitive bud.
"Cum for me again, I need to store this memory in my brain again of how pretty you look when you do."
"You don't remember?"
"I took it for fucking granted before." His head fell back as he tried to concentrate on not cumming himself.
His cock was buried so deep inside of you that it was hard not to feel the orgasm creep on you again, his head snapped back into place when he felt the way your walls contracted around his shaft.
"Yes, yes that's it, take this fucking cock. Oh- my-"
You were gone and so was he. The moment he saw your eyes roll into the back of your head, Joe came to a stand still, his cock throbbing as the cum spirted inside of you, your cunt gripping harder, taking all that you could from him.
It's a sad state of affairs the morning after a night out when you wake up in your ex boyfriends bed. Your eyes open and you're back to the morning light seeping through the window, a small heart attack rampaging through you when you turn your head to see Joe staring at you with a rather worried look on his features.
"You're still here?" He mumbled, the low gravelly morning voice echoed through the goose bumps that still remained, permanently tattooed on your skin as they had been last night.
"I am." You whispered.
"Do you regret it?" Joe asked, he may as well of thrown you in front of a moving car at this point, it probably would of hurt less.
You looked up to the ceiling and quickly returned to watch him when a huge saddened sigh erupted from his throat.
"I'll take that as a-"
"No. I don't."
"Me neither." Joe stated, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
Well this was an unexpected reaction to what you thought it was going to be, so much was unsaid which hadn't occurred to you before, maybe it was right person wrong timing. The amount of tears you had shed when you broke up was enough to fill a small lake so it was clear that the whole thing was a shit storm and you very much still had feeling for him, even if it was over 365 days later.
"I know this might make you feel awkward, but if I don't say it now then I don't think I ever will." Joe took a deep breath in.
You gulped yourself, nausea hitting the pit of your stomach in the form of either a hangover or the anxiousness of the seconds of waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.
"Will you come to dinner with me tonight? I-"
"Joe." You interrupted, probably making him feel really small when he had plucked up every ounce of courage to do this.
"As friends. I meant it when I said I'd missed you."
"You remember?"
"How could I forget." Joe offered a sympathetic smile. Your smile became more genuine, you had nothing to lose after all right?
"Dinner sounds great."
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Singing in the shower
Your favorite way to get rid of a bad day was to blast some of your favorite musical tunes while taking a shower
Your day had been super long. Consisting of 8am classes up until a 5pm night class. Those days were the most exhausting and Joe knew that. Not only did your day feel like years, it was also super frustrating because one of your professors would teach one thing and then say people were wrong when repeating exactly what she had said. (a/n: I have a professor like this rn and its infuriating)
Coming home from class, you still had a buttload of homework to do. The 2 hour gap you had at lunch time wasn't enough time to get stuff done like it usually was. When unloading your stuff at your desk at home, you made sure to plug in your computer so it would have battery for your work later. Sometimes, when you had stressful days, you'd do homework downstairs while Joe would clean or play games, his presence calming you.
"Hi princess, how was class?" he asked when he saw you come down the stairs. He was taking a shit when you originally got home.
"It was alright, it was just super stressful and my professor pissed me off," you sighed, pouring yourself a glass of wine.
"I'm sorry baby, I remember those days and how frustrating they are," he said, pulling you into a hug. You let out a sigh, letting some stress from the day begin to fade. Joe had cooked dinner for you since he knew how hungry you were when coming home from your long class days. He made your favorite comfort meal, butter noodles and roasted asparagus.
"Thanks for cooking, Joey. It's delicious," you said with a mouth full of food, unlocking your iPad to look at your planner. Joe glanced at the amount of assignments that you had yet to do, giving you a kiss and walking away so you could get started.
After finishing your meal, you set your plate in the sink and headed toward the living room where Joe was playing games. He looked over at you and smiled as you sat down with your computer, iPad, and glass of wine. You opened your devices and got to work.
After about an hour, Joe had finished up his game and came over to check on you, digging his thumbs into your shoulders to help you destress a little bit.
"Mmmm baby that's so good. I never realize how tense I am until you do this," you sighed into his touch.
"How about a hot shower baby? You can sing your little heart out, I know how much that helps you destress," he suggested as you closed your computer. You had gotten plenty done, and the only assignments you had left were due at the end of the week.
"Actually, that sounds amazing," you said, stacking up your things, making sure your Apple Pencil was attached to your iPad. You always seemed to misplace that damn thing.
Joe headed up toward your shared master bathroom, getting the water started for you. You followed him up there, picking out some comfy clothes, opting for a pair of his boxers and one of his large t-shirts. You grabbed the JBL speaker out of your nightstand and turned it on. Pulling up your favorite playlist called theater songs to sing at the top of your lungs.
After the shower had been heated up, Joe headed downstairs to work on cleaning up the kitchen. You got undressed and cranked up the volume, the song Burn from Hamilton turning on. As you began to lather your shampoo, you sang along and scrubbed your scalp. Closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of the suds cleansing you.
You continued to sing, not hearing Joe come into the bathroom. The steamy doors to the shower were foggy, so you could not see that he had taken his shirt off in hopes of climbing in with you.
“Is it alright if I join you?” He asked, peeking in through the shower door.
“Of course Joey, you just have to agree to sing with me,” you giggled.
Joe undressed and joined you, placing his arms around your waist and pulling you out from under the warm stream of water. His body glistened under the droplets, holding you tight.
Joe knew your musical playlist and sometimes he really enjoyed singing with you. It was a great mental detox for the both of you. The song Five Forever from Little Women came on and you grabbed your shampoo bottle and pretended to use it as a microphone. Joe followed, but used your conditioner. While he's not the most talented singer, he doesn't care what he sounds like around you. You two harmonize, taking different character's parts and singing along.
After Five Forever, the song She Used to be Mine from Waitress played. At this point, you had completed your whole shower routine and were just in there to sing and let it out. Singing was definitely better than screaming.
This was one of those songs where you didn’t care how you sounded, you always had to belt it.
After setting down the shampoo and conditioner bottles, Joe pulled you into a hug, wrapping his hands around the small of your waist.
She used to be miiiiiiine
You sang while Joe hummed along with you. When the song came to an end, you rested your head on his bare chest. He held you close in a way that made every stressful feeling from your day wash away and flow down the drain.
“Let’s dry off and get some ice cream, shall we?” He asked, turning off the water and going to open the shower door. He grabbed your towel out of the towel warmer, making sure to wrap you up first. He squeezed you tight in the towel, almost like you were his child.
Joe grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, water droplets still glistening on his skin. You walked over to the sink, still wrapped up in your towel. You started your in depth skincare routine because it was definitely one of those nights. Joe enjoyed your company while you continued to hum along to your playlist as Still Hurting from The Last Five Years played.
After completing your skincare, you tossed on Joe’s boxers and t-shirt, finding your slippers near the door and heading downstairs with Joe to get ice cream.
He grabbed your individual pint out of the freezer and handed you a spoon. You poured yourself a glass of Barefoot Moscato. Joe always messed with you about liking cheap wine considering what he could afford.
You two cuddled up on the couch and turned on BroadwayHD to watch Falsettos, your favorite comfort musical. The one that always made the both of you cry.
Joe really was the best, good singer or not. He knew what you needed and when you needed it. And tonight was the perfect example of Joe at his sweetest.
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Knot On Your Life
Record Collector #266 — October 2001
Slipknot’s recent Iowa album entered the UK album charts at No. 1 — unprecedented for a nu-metal band. Drummer Joey Jordison waxes highly lyrical
(google drive link)
Slipknot’s second proper album, Iowa, was the most eagerly-awaited rock record of 2001, and both critics and fans of the masked nine-man band from Des Moines weren’t surprised when it crashed straight into the charts at the top spot in early September. But to anyone not familiar with the crushing music of this most uncompromising of groups, the sudden glut of media appearances that followed this triumph might seem strange, to say the least. After all, these are people who urinate on stage, offer fans the chance to inhale from rectally-inserted tubes and regularly vomit onto their audiences.
Despite the band’s fearsome reputation, drummer Joey Jordison was on relaxed form as he chatted to RC from his Mid-Western home. In fact, he was willing to provide an opinion on most subjects — so RC fed him a topic, and off he went. If only all interviews were this easy, eh?
A Night In With The Knot
All round to Joey’s…
Imagine you’ve invited us to a party round at your house. What tunes would you play for us? If I’m having a party I don’t really play much metal — because the chicks get more naked if you play something light. Old Bee Gees, or Michael Jackson’s Off The Wall, they’re all good party albums
I read once that you’re into the Cars and Fleetwood Mac. Oh, yeah. The Cars — I really like their Candy-O record, man, it was one of those records that really broke New Wave in America. They were one of the first bands to use the fuckin’ New Wave keyboards in their music, man.
The one-finger thing? Yeah, yeah, yeah, totally! Like ‘Let’s Go’ with that cheesy line that they use, but it’s so infectious. We played it before a show one time — we cranked that entire song through the PA right before we hit the stage. The kids were so fuckin’ loud and pissed off! They thought we were gonna cut the cong but we played the whole damn thing (laughing), just to irritate them.
What about a bit of dance or hip-hop? I like the new Ludicrous record. And chicks often get naked when we play that new Nelly CD for some reason (laughs). I also like the Wu-Tang Clan and Ol’ Dirth Bastard’s solo stuff, and of course old Public Enemy, and the old NWA stuff. I’m much more into the old school — I don’t listen to any of that current shit.
Did you ever get into any grunge at all? For a little bit, although I was pretty strictly devoted to metal. I really can’t stand Pearl Jam though — I’ve never been a fan of them. Alice In Chains was always a metal band in hiding, with a grunge umbrella. Soundgarden’s Badmotorfinger was phenomenal, too.
What about Faith No More? A band I still devote a lot of respect to. Faith No More really turned things around for me — The Real Thing really shaped my awareness of musical styles and using them tastefully. Mike Patton is probably the most talented musician and visionary I’ve ever heard in my life.
Most people might also be surprised to hear that I’m really into glam shit too, in my other band, the Rejects (chuckles).
What — Bolan and Bowie? More like the New York Dolls and Hanoi Rocks, but it’s all good music.
Do you dress up in the appropriate manner on stage? Make-up, lipstick? Yeah, we do. It depends on the mood. But like the famous song said, though, just because I wear make-up doesn’t mean that I can’t kick your ass!
The morning after the party, what mellow tunes would you play for us? Let me check my current crop of albums. I’d probably actually wake you up with some Amen. ‘We came here to fuck you!’ That rules, dude. I love that band.
An unlikely pairing: (above) the Cars, whose ‘cheesy’ synth lines do it for Joey, and (below) the Bee Gees, for whom ‘the chicks get naked��, dude.
Gloom And Doom
The murky depths of extreme metal explored…
The introduction of Iowa’s first song, ‘People = Shit’, is pure Morbid Angel. Fuck yeah! If you’re gonna pay tribute to something, pay it to a band that kicks ass. My favourite Morbid work is Blessed Are The Sick — I think it’s untouchable.
Altars Of Madness was really cool, too. Fuck, that’s old school, man, that’s going back. I think they really came into their own around the time of Domination, when they started using the seven-string guitars.
What other metal bands are you into? I also really like Raging Speedhorn, and I gotta say Immortal’s Damned In Black is one of the finest black metal releases ever.
I thought In The Heart Of Winter was better. Yes, that fucker too — all Immortal is great. They’re one of the prime black metal bands of all time.
Have you got Slayer’s new album, God Hates Us All? Yes — it’s phenomenal.
‘Payback’ is a great song. (sings line from song) Payback, you bitch motherfucker! (sniggers)
Do you like Nile? I love Nile. Black Seeds Of Vengeance — I love fuckin’ Nile! They rule, man.
Poppin’ Out
Joey talks Britney
It’s a good time to be into metal, isn’t it? Look at it this way. Metal always stays here, it’ll never go away, because of the legions of devoted fans, man, they never go anywhere. They are always fucking gonna be there. The music will never go away. It’s been tested time and time again.
On the other hand, cheesy pop like Britney Spears and N’Sync has got a lot stronger at the same time, don’t you think? That’s very true, it’s a good point. Those bands are really big sellers for their labels. They’re all geared towards MTV; then MTV is geared to the kids; the kids bitch at their parents constantly, and then they go out and buy the record.
Sometimes these kids don’t know any better, they don’t know you can go out and get into the underground tape-trading scene, because they’re fed that shit over fuckin’ television. Which is a drug in its fuckin’ self.
We wanna turn these kids on. A lot of them have heard Korn and Limp Bizkit, but they’ve never heard a blastbeat. It’s great that we can turn them on to the underground — like a kid might never have heard of Morbid Angel, and might think that I’m the first guy to ever do a blastbeat and double bass. Which isn’t true.
Is it strange when Slipknot are included in the same nu-metal category as bands like Limp Bizkit and Korn? No. I can’t bitch about it because we are in that nu-metal group. We do have elements of the nu-metal sound, but the fact is, you can tell we come from a place that is more genuine and way more old-school than that.
Grrr!
Reasons to be angry
At the Ozzfest, Corey (Taylor, Slipknot singer) said ‘We’re going to kill everyone in the rock music industry’. Is the relationship between the band and the business really so bad? He’s always talking about that. A lot of the press — obviously not you, because you know what you’re talking about — when we were done with our first record, they said that there was no way we could top it, and were already slagging the second record. And then there’s the fuckin’ leeches that fuckin’ steal money, and the people that misquote you, and people that start fuckin’ bad rumours — and before you know it there’s a whole new list of problems that come with fame.
I’ll gladly take those problems because this is what I’ve wanted since I was five years old, but (getting annoyed) it doesn’t mean that it fucking doesn’t fucking totally fucking goad men, and totally fucking brings me to a fucking boiling point … (tails off in incoherent rage, then takes a deep breath and calms down). So a lot of those things came out, and we had a lot of personal issues when we were on the road. And we;re doing non-stop shows, so every day there’s something going on.
Havin’ It Large
Party on!
Didn’t you go drinking a lot with Casey Chaos when you were on tour together? Yeah, we do these drinking matches. I always lose. I got him one time, though. It took him a while, but he finally got fucked up and fell down the back of this bus — and Casey Chaos never pukes, ever, but he threw up this time.
I sobered up really quickly after I pissed myself in my bunk, and I came back out and I’m like, I’m ready to go again! But he had to go to bed. I may have fallen down first, but I came back for the second round. That’s been the only time.
Can you still get up and play the drums when you’ve got a sickening hangover? Oh, absolutely, dude. I’ve done it a million times. I’m not necessarily proud of it. But when the mask goes on and I fuckin’ slip into the fuckin’ boiler suit, something just happens to me, man. Everything goes away, and it’s all about us and those kids for that hour.
The Past
The bad old days…
Do you ever listen to Slipknot’s demo album, Mate. Feed. Kill. Repeat? I never ever listen to it. I’m very proud of where we come from, man, and I’ll never forget where we come from, but … that was a totally different band back then, you know, and it’s not the same.
Did you know that people are paying over £150 in this country for original copies of MFKR, if they can find them? (shocked) Christ almighty. God damn, man … they must really like the band.
It’s a lot of money to pay for someone’s demo. Or do you regard the album as more than just a demo? It’s kind of a glorified demo. It’s glorified in that it sounds really good for a demo — it’s produced really well. But there’s only six people on that record, Corey’s not the lead singer, the guitar players are different — you know, the only original members are me, Shawn and Paul on that.
The first Knot guitarist, Donnie Steele, famously left the band after a religious conversion. Yes. He was like, I found God and this band is not for me.
Even though he’d been in Anal Blast and Body Pit beforehand — two extreme grindcore bands? I guess not. He really wasn’t down with the mask thing either — when it came up he was like, I can’t do that. So I thought, hmm, OK, you’re probably not gonna work out.
Then there was Cuddles … (yawns) Yes … … but maybe I won’t go into that? Don’t. We never talk about that guy (drummer Cuddles, a member of the band from 1997-8, is alleged to be suing Slipknot at the time of writing).
The Future
What lies ahead
You once said that Slipknot is just too intense a band to survive more than a couple of albums. I get asked about that in every interview I do. But it’s cool, because it’s the truth. I think if the band broke up right now — you can call this ego, call it what you want — we might even have some kind of legendary status.
You mean, if you stopped at the peak of your form, before it got stale? Yes, like the Sex Pistols did. They did it right, man, they didn’t fuckin’ let themselves become parodies. And that’s what we plan to do with this band, once I know it’s not working. Because of all the hurt in the band, and the fact that there’s nine of us, I think if it went on too long, it would become a parody, man.
Will your records keep getting heavier and heavier, as they have so far? Well, lots of bands say their next record is gonna be the heaviest one ever, but they’re full of shit. They just say this so their fans will go out and buy it. But I can’t do that to my fans, man, because they’re the ones that got me here, y’know.
Interview by Peter Smith. Many thanks to Michelle Kerr at Roadrunner.
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The End Will Justify It All - Chapter 6
A Negan Series
Chapter 5 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 1
Warnings - guns, shooting, wounds, blood, violence, captivity, illness, and some language. 18+ only.
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This was wrong.
There were too many. How had this happened?
She’d sent a note through a Savior to Simon earlier in the day to meet her for a drink at the fire after her dinner with Negan, which meant there should be three guys along the fence: Simon at the fire on the far end, and two guys on guard.
She counted 14 right now, maybe more, they kept moving. She looked at Daryl and Sherry, hunched down beside her, the three of them hiding behind a stack of wood crates. There were enough stacks and barrels between them and the hole she’d strategically placed in the fence that in the dark of night, they could get most of the way unseen. The last ten yards to the hole was so exposed that no matter how well they timed the run, with this many eyes looking around, they would be seen.
Everything else had gone perfectly today. Fat Joey didn’t question her at all when she told him Dwight asked her to tune up his bike and have it waiting outside the gate for him. She had a whole story ready to explain where Dwight was going and why, but he could not have cared less. He was just happy to be speaking to her. She smiled sweetly at him, and he handed her the keys without another thought.
She’d asked Sherry to deliver Dwight’s lunch to him in front of Daryl’s cell today, so she could get to her target practice early.
“Hey, before I forget,” she said to Sherry as she handed her Dwight’s tray with a BLT, pickle, and glass of iced sweet tea, “can you meet me in the stairwell after my dinner with Negan tonight? I just need to talk for a while.” Sherry agreed, happily, as she walked away with the tray of food.
Her dinner with Negan was normal, if not a little awkward after the events of the night before. They ate, they played Scrabble, and they drank. She needed the drink. She found herself a little too distracted by every move of his mouth, flashes of their encounter last night trying to make their way into her mind. She had to force herself to focus on her Scrabble tiles more than once. It didn’t help that Negan played suggestive words, with that wicked grin, every chance he got. She was starting to sweat. She offered to refill their drinks when they were about halfway through the game and left him staring at his tiles while she worked at the bar cart. She delivered a well-timed joke and they both chuckled as she tipped the small bag of crushed sleeping pills into his whiskey. Swirling the glass around as she walked back, she smiled to herself as the powder dissolved in the amber liquid.
He'd emptied the glass by the time the game finished, him beating her for the first time. She wished she’d purposefully let that happen. She bid him goodnight. She even kissed him on the cheek before leaving, and grinned again.
Dwight was passed out in his chair outside Daryl’s cell, as she expected. She’d put enough crushed sleeping pills in both his mayo and his sweet tea to knock Fat Joey out, but she couldn’t risk him waking up and ruining it all.
Daryl stared at her wide-eyed when she opened his cell and dragged the sleeping Dwight into it. She wanted to embrace Daryl, kiss him, and explain everything, but she had the escape planned very specifically. There just wasn’t time. She settled for one deep but quick kiss and held his hands as she instructed him to follow her closely, silently, and do exactly what she said.
They tiptoed as fast as they could down the halls, only having to duck into an empty room once to hide from a passerby. When they reached the stairwell, they found Sherry where she’d said she’d be. Sherry seemed to understand what was happening as soon as she saw Daryl, and without a word followed them both down the stairs.
“Wassat?” Daryl asked her as she grabbed a backpack from a dark corner at the bottom of the stairs.
“Supplies,” she answered, flinging it on her back and motioning for them to hide against the wall while she opened the door to outside.
They crouched, scampered, and crawled in the dark, finally making it here, where she was frozen, trying to figure out what went wrong. She hadn’t planned for this many guys; there shouldn’t be this many guys.
“Wha’s wrong?” Daryl asked her, feeling her stress.
“Just let me think for a second,” she whispered back.
She knew it wasn’t possible. She couldn’t get them all out without them being seen. If they were seen, they’d be hunted down. What would follow that made her stomach turn.
She knew what she had to do.
She turned to Daryl, kissed him hard and passionately. She handed him the bag of supplies and told him, “Stay low behind the row of stacks and barrels, when you get to the end, time it so no one sees you, and make a run straight to the fence. There is a hole cut out there, you can’t see it until you’re on it. Whatever you do, just keep going. When you get to the woods, follow the cuts in the tree like you taught me, you’ll find a bike ready to go. Do not wait for me, I will find you. Take Sherry wherever she wants to go, and then you go somewhere else. Daryl,” she held his face in her hands and looked hard in his eyes, “do not go back to Alexandria. Find another community to hide in until it’s safe to contact Rick.”
She looked at Sherry, “whatever happens here, keep going. Make him keep going.”
Sherry hugged her as she said, “I will. Thank you.”
Daryl started to argue, but she gently pushed him. She watched as they turned and slipped away into the dark.
When they’d gotten far enough away, she took a deep breath and stood, stepping into the flood lights. All the guys stopped moving and looked at her. She looked toward Simon, who should have been expecting her, and her heart stopped. Standing right beside him, with his arms crossed and Lucille hanging from one hand, was Negan. Well, his sleeping pills didn’t work, she thought.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” he shook his head, “well, boys, it looks like you were telling me the truth. Unlike Y/N here, who has been lying to me…”
When she said nothing, Negan turned to Simon, “I believe you two were going to be having a drink together? Well, what the hell? Let’s have a drink!”
And there it was, exactly what she needed. What Daryl and Sherry needed. “Negan, I’m so glad you’re joining us!” she exclaimed, seeing a flash of surprise across of Negan’s face at her response. “I love having drinks around the fire with friends! In fact, why don’t we invite everyone?”
She spun in a half circle, looking at each Savior in area. “Negan and I would like to invite you all to have a drink with us right now,” and when only a few moved toward her she added, “on Negan!”
They all moved at that, smiles spreading across their faces, and some swatting her arm in thanks as they passed. She smiled at Negan as they all filed in around the fire, far from the fence Daryl and Sherry should be approaching now.
She thought she heard the ting of metal moving. She smiled to herself.
She spent the next hour and a half making her rounds with the guys at the fire, joking with most of them, asking some of them about their girlfriends or wives. Everyone enjoying the beers she’d provided on Negan’s tab. When she felt she’d given Daryl and Sherry a big enough safety net of time, she said her goodnights and made her way back to the building.
She was almost to the door when Negan called from the group, “Y/n! You can’t go yet! You and Simon barely spoke, and I for one, would like to know what it was you wanted to talk about that brought you out in on this cold night, sneaking around like a rat, to talk in the dark…”
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She braced herself for whatever he was about to say or do. She could almost see the fury radiating from him in waves. It no longer mattered what happened to her, she could handle it. Or maybe she couldn’t. That was fine, too. Daryl was out, he could be with his family again. He could do good, be good out there. Somehow, he and Rick would take Negan down, she had no doubt about that. Hopefully she would live to see it, she thought, as she saw the rage in Negan’s eyes directed at her.
He opened his mouth to speak, but it wasn’t his voice that escaped his mouth, it was a boom. A gunshot. No, it didn’t come from his mouth, it had come from somewhere behind him. Was someone shooting? Time seemed to slow. She felt a pang in her thigh, she looked down. There was blood, dark and thick, insidiously oozing from a hole in her pants, where the sting came from. Her legs gave out in that moment, and she was on the ground. She could no longer hear anything around her, could only feel the pain. She was on fire. She gripped at her thigh, a wounded animal panicking. She needed to calm down, get help, breathe. When was the last time she took a breath? She willed herself to suck in air, her head clearing some with the effort. She winced as she forced herself into a sitting position and took another breath. Apply pressure, she told herself, stop the bleeding until someone gets the doctor. She pressed, screaming at the added pain, her vision fading at the edges. She breathed again and kept pressing. Why was no one coming to help? Her ears cleared, and she knew without looking that no one would be. She raised her head to see blurs of legs as people ran past her, she heard men yelling, some screaming in pain, more gunshots. There were others here, now. Their faces were covered with what looked like ski masks.
She needed to get somewhere safe or get to some weapons. She tried to stand, stumbled back down, vision almost completely black from the effort. She tried again. Successfully on her feet now, she raised upright to evaluate the best direction to go. She saw it happen from her peripheral, but not in time to stop the metal cylinder from connecting with her skull. She barely had time to register the pain erupt from her temple before she was unconscious.
She felt the pain before she knew she was awake. She’d never felt anything like it, she could barely breathe she hurt so badly. She couldn’t decide what parts of her hurt worse – her left thigh was still screaming with pain. Her head throbbed, a sharp pain radiating from her right cheek. She could taste blood, and guessed at her stuffy nose that she must have fallen on her face. The pain on her back was new – it stung, as cool air whispered against raw skin. She must have been dragged, she realized. Dragged where?
She opened her eyes. Well, she tried. Only her left eye would open, the swelling from her right cheek forcing that eye closed. Her head still drooping, she was looking at her lap. Her left pant leg was soaked in her own blood. She slowly lifted her hand to survey her head wound, but it wouldn’t move. She noticed then the ropes tying her hands behind her, uncomfortable as her elbows awkwardly tried to bend around the chairback behind her. She saw similar ropes restraining her feet to the legs of the chair she sat in. Do not panic, she told herself, assess.
As slowly as possible, to avoid blacking out, she raised her head. She saw a dark room lit by several camping lanterns placed on the floor. Concrete walls with no windows, some large iron equipment and pipes, possibly a boiler room? She and the lamps were the only occupants. She carefully turned her head, searching for a door. She heard one open behind her, and light flooded the floor in front of her, shadowed by her own hunched figure. “She’s awake,” a man’s voice said.
Two sets of footsteps approached behind her. Another voice said, “We know you’re in some considerable pain…” she didn’t respond. “We’d like to help you, if you want that.”
He waited for her to answer. She didn’t.
“We wouldn’t ask for much in return,” the first voice added, “just some information.”
“You gonna make me talk to the wall or come around and face me like men?” she growled, the effort of speaking sending the pain in her cheek rioting through her head.
One of them chuckled. “I would bet money that spirit is what attracted Negan to you,” he said as he moved in front of her and crouched to meet her eyes. He surveyed her face and whistled, “it might have been your face too, before this.” He touched her cheek on the last word, and she flinched away from him at the fire hot pain it sent through her.
“Shooo, I bet that does hurt.” He cooed at her. She glared as best she could with one open eye.
“We have some medicine, a doctor here, that could at least make that hurt less,” he said, “all we need to know is how many people Negan has working for him, and where they are stationed.”
“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” she said nonchalantly. She couldn’t think clearly from the pain, but she knew she didn’t want to give these assholes anything they wanted. “I think I’m good.”
The man in her face smiled, the smile not unlike one she’d seen on Negan’s face plenty of times, before making a point. “Well, I guess we need to change that,” he said viciously, before his right hand made forceful contact with her left jaw, sending her head flying right, only to see the back hand of the other guy flying toward her wounded cheek. She went unconscious again.
When she woke the next time, she heard thumping. Unrhythmic, sporadic, and it was coming from several different directions. She heard her two new friends talking in low, panicked voices behind her. “I thought we’d have more time!” one of them said, “how did they find us after only two days?” “I don’t know, but we gotta do something.” “What? They have us surrounded, and they’ve already killed most of our people!” The pause in their conversation gave her mind a chance to catch up, to realize what she was heard was gunshots.
“Did you really think,” her words were slow, the effort of talking through her newly bruised jaw slowing her down, “you could hit him at home, and he wouldn’t retaliate?” The guys moved from the door to stand in front of her while she talked. “You didn’t even know how many people he had, and you thought you could beat him?” she forced a laugh through the excruciating pain.
“You think this is funny, bitch?” one of them responded. “Well I’ll show you what I think is funny,” he said, lifting his metal pipe, the one she assumed gave her the busted face, like a baseball bat.
“I would not do that if I were you,” a familiar villainous voice growled from the door behind her, and her heart fluttered. Negan was here. For her. She was surprised at the relief she felt. “Not that holding back now will save you.”
Two Saviors appeared from behind her, holding guns. Her captors raised their hands, and the Saviors forced them to their knees. She felt her wrist restraints cut and fall, and rubbed her arms as she watched Negan cut her foot restraints. He placed her arm around his shoulder and helped her to stand on her good foot. With most of her weight leaning on him, he helped her to limp toward the door. She stopped him before they exited and turned back toward the room.
“If I can’t be the one to do it, I need to see it,” she told him. He nodded in understanding, and then toward the Saviors. She didn’t flinch at all at the gunshots, or as their lifeless bodies hit the floor.
Negan picked her up, then, carrying her from the room. He rushed down passages, and out through double doors. Blinking her good eye against the blinding sun, she heard continued shooting, and saw bodies, both Saviors and not, on the ground as Negan ran with her toward a truck. He placed her in the passenger seat as easily as he could and made for the driver’s side. She heard him yell orders to whoever was near as he climbed in and started the truck, not hesitating before throwing it in reverse and speeding away from the battle.
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The truck sputtered and steam flooded from the hood.
“Shit.” Negan grumbled as the truck came to a stop on its own. “It must have been shot before we got away.” He frantically searched the cab of the truck. “Of course there is no damn radio in here! Is everyone an idiot?”
He thought for a moment, and finally asked, “Can you walk at all?”
It was the first time he’d spoken to her since they’d fled, they had been driving for about thirty minutes. “I… um, I can try,” she replied.
She steeled herself. This was going to hurt, but she knew there was no alternative. With all the gunfire, they didn’t know how many walkers were on their way toward them, and who knew how long it would be until their guys started heading back. If there were any guys left to come back… she shook the thought from her head as Negan opened her door and helped her out of the truck.
Immediately she knew she couldn’t do this, but she refused to tell Negan that. Refused to let him see the severity of her pain. So she began trying to find a rhythm of step, lean into him, hop. Each hop sent a white-hot flare of pain through her whole body, but she kept going. She was grateful that he would stop often to let her catch her breath, using the time to also wiggle her jaw, which was getting stiff and even more sore from clenching her teeth.
She guessed they’d been slowly hobbling down the road for about two hours when they saw an old barn ahead, a short distance from the road, in a field. He jerked his chin in the barn’s direction and said, “we need to stop here for the night.” It was nearly dusk already, and she knew if they kept going, they would risk tripping in the dark. The thought of that pain alone made her flinch.
Inside the barn, Negan gathered a mound of hay and gently set her down on it. After securing the doors behind them, he sat down across from her, resting his head against the wall behind him and closing his eyes. She watched as he seemed to be calming himself down, if she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was meditating.
“Who were those guys?” she asked, finally breaking the tense silence.
“One of the communities we own,” he said without opening his eyes, “we caught one of them at the Sanctuary when they took you. Took the bastard a whole day to break and tell us where they’d taken you. It took us half the next day to get there.” He finally lifted his head and surveyed her, lingering on her wounds. “It’s gonna be a long walk back…”
She nodded, fighting back the stinging tears at the thought of the long journey ahead of her tomorrow.
He moved to her, gingerly touching her wounded face and looking more closely at the wounds in the fading rays of light barn walls were allowing in. He met her eyes, still lightly holding her face in his hands. It hurt, but she didn’t mind.
“I saw you go down,” he said slowly, “from the first shot. But I didn’t see where they’d hit you. By the time I got to where you fell, you were gone. I thought you were dead, until Simon said he saw them load you up and take off.” His eyes shone with pain.
“I didn’t know if anyone would come for me,” she said softly. She hadn’t admitted it to herself in that boiler room, but she had not been hopeful of making it back out of there. “When I heard you…” her voice broke as her tears finally flooded. He gently pulled her into his chest and wrapped her in his arms as she wept. When she stopped, she said into his shirt, “we really gotta stop hanging out like this.” They both chuckled as they separated.
It was dark now, and the temperature was dropping. Negan made a dugout in the hay and helped her to lay down in it. Once she was settled, he settled in behind her, pulling her close for warmth. They laid that way for a long time, listening to each other breathe, when she eventually broke the silence.
“I believe I still have two free questions,” she said in lighthearted tone.
“You definitely used two already,” he quipped back.
“Yes, but you only answered one of them,” she said, lightly pressing him with her elbow. “So, I get the second one back.”
“I’ll allow it,” he said, pulling her a little closer and nestling her head under his chin.
She laid there a few more minutes before asking, “you showing up there today, was that… well, was that to find me? Or for retaliation for attacking you?”
He didn’t answer for long enough that she wondered if he’d fallen asleep. “It wasn’t about retaliation,” he said finally. “As for your other question… Lucille was my wife, before. And during. She died, because of me… because of my inaction. I wasn’t going to let inaction be the cause of your death, too.” Something in her ached at his response, some twinge beginning of understanding how he’d become the Negan she knew.
The cold crept deeper into her. She shivered, despite the warmth Negan wrapped around her.
As she succumbed to a pressing urge to sleep, she thought she heard Negan say, “you are burning up.”
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When she woke up, she was in Negan’s bed in the Sanctuary. An IV in her arm snaked to two pouches of liquids hung from a metal pole beside the head of the bed. She couldn’t remember getting here. In fact, she couldn’t remember much at all following the night in the barn. There were brief flashes of trees rushing past while Negan carried her, the doctor holding her non-wounded eye open and flashing a light into her eye, and the occasional voice talking to her, or someone beside her. It was an unnerving feeling, remembering nothing between one place and the next, but somehow knowing that time had passed.
She realized suddenly how dry her mouth was, and how thirsty she felt. She looked around the room to find a glass of water on the nightstand beside her. Beside the nightstand, in the leather armchair that used to be in the sitting area, Negan slept. He couldn’t have been comfortable, she thought, with his neck at that angle against the back of the chair. He looked a little haggard. Dark circles under his eyes, his scruff longer than he usually kept it, his hair unwashed and a little unkempt. He stirred as she reached for the water glass, just slightly too far away, and sat up when he realized she was awake. He stood, handed the glass to her, and walked out of the room. A moment later, he returned with the doctor.
As he assessed her, she asked questions to fill in the gaps. Her bullet wound was a good one – all the way through, no major arteries nicked, it didn’t hit bone. It would take some time and some effort, but the muscle it pierced would heal and she’d be able to walk again. It had become infected while she was tied up, and the infection had gone deep. Her fever had gotten dangerously high, which explained her sleeping through the last four days. Her cheekbone was likely fractured, though he expected it to heal well, too. Her nose had been reset, and her jaw and cheek bruises were already turning shades of greens and yellows. The swelling had receded enough that she could open her right eye enough to see out of. She turned down the offer to see herself in a mirror. Negan listened intently, not saying anything and not meeting her eyes.
The doctor left her with orders to drink as much water as she could, eat as much as she could, and sleep as much as she could. Once the infection cleared and the gunshot wound had closed, she could start working on walking again.
She looked at Negan, who was staring at the door the doctor had shut behind him.
“I vaguely remember you carrying me through the woods… you must have nearly killed yourself carrying me that far. I can’t thank you enough,” she said, meaning every word. He did not turn his head.
“I can ask the doctor to help me move to my room, so you can have your bed back.”
“No,” was all he said, before leaving her alone.
She told herself not to stress about whatever that was. If it was about her, he’d eventually have it out with her, and if it wasn’t then it would go away. But sitting there, in his bed, with nothing to do but think, stressing about it is what she did. She went over every possible reason he would be pissed at her, when she was literally unconscious for four days. After an hour or so of spiraling, the door opened, and she was surprised to see Tanya enter with a tray of food. Tanya set the tray up on the bed and made her way to sit in the chair near the bedside.
“Um,” she said to Tanya, with a raised eyebrow, “thank you?”
Tanya seemed to know she wasn’t asking about the food and explained. “Negan sent me to sit with you for a while. If you need anything I can get it for you. Or I guess if you want to talk, that’s what I’m here for, too.” Then she added, quietly, “which will be a nice change of pace.”
“Wait,” she asked Tanya, pulling the tray of food closer, “what does that mean?”
“Oh,” Tanya pushed a breath out of her nose in a sort-of laugh, “you’ve just been asleep every time I’ve been in here before.”
“You... you came to see me?” she was surprised. She and Tanya weren’t exactly friends. With Sherry gone, she wasn’t sure she had any friends here anymore.
“Well… Negan didn’t want you to be alone. He sat with you almost all of the time, but if he had to leave for whatever reason, he sent one of us to be with you. Said we had to stay awake in case you woke up.”
“I guess that explains why he looked so rough,” she commented.
Tanya replied, “yeah, I don’t think he’s had much sleep since he carried you in.”
She contemplated all of this while she ate the food Tanya had brought her. It didn’t take her long, she found with the first bite that she was famished.
When she finished her meal, she asked Tanya to fill her in on what she’d missed. She put on her best surprised face when Tanya told her Daryl had escaped. As Tanya informed her that when Negan was gathering the troops to come after her and her captors, they’d discovered Dwight missing, and the wives had not seen Sherry for a while either. They assumed both had run away together. Then two days ago, Negan suddenly remembered Daryl was locked up and with Dwight gone, no one was making sure he was fed, but they opened the cell to find Dwight in there, half-starved and feral. He said Sherry had drugged his food, and he woke up in Daryl’s cell.
“Sherry and Daryl ran away together?” she asked Tanya, dumbfounded.
Tanya couldn’t believe it either, “Negan was furious. He sent Simon and a group to Alexandria to find Daryl, but they haven’t been able to find him.”
She didn’t let Tanya see the relief she felt. This had worked out surprisingly well for her. She had planned to deal with Dwight later, though she hadn’t quite decided how at the time she’d locked him up. And Daryl had listened to her and didn’t go find Rick, that, too, was a relief.
After a few more minutes of chitchat, and Tanya getting a couple of books for her to read while she was bedbound, she told Tanya she was feeling very tired. According to Tanya, Negan wanted Tanya in there anyway, so she got a book for herself, and moved to Negan’s couch.
Sleep quickly consumed her, and she woke hours later to find Negan gently shaking the foot of her good leg to rouse her.
“Dinner,” he grunted, motioning to the tray on the bed. He helped her into a sitting position before seating himself in the chair beside the bed.
“You don’t want to eat, too?” she asked him.
“No,” he bluntly replied. Still in a mood.
She ate in silence for a few minutes. She was trying to decide how to proceed in conversation when he beat her to it.
“Free question,” he declared. “And don’t lie this time.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “When did I lie to you?” she asked him, not looking away from her stew as she took a spoonful.
“When I asked you before why you were really here. You lied. I want the truth this time.”
Her food turned leaden in her stomach, and she suddenly had no appetite.
“You came here to get Daryl out, didn’t you?”
She looked up at him, held his hard stare.
“Yes.”
“And you succeeded, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I knew the moment we couldn’t find Dwight and Sherry was gone, too, there was more to it than them running away. They’d already tried that and failed miserably; Dwight is too spineless to try a second time. And that douchebag in Alexandria, Spencer, he’d let it slip that you and Daryl had a little thing going before you met me… so, I checked Daryl’s cell,” he confessed, “and who did I find, sleeping like a baby, not a scratch on him?”
“Negan,” she started, but he cut her off.
“Here’s the other thing, you didn’t just drug Dwight and get Daryl out… you tried to drug me, too. Didn’t you?”
She didn’t respond.
“I took one sip of that whiskey and could tell something was off about it. But I wanted to see what you were doing.”
She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat. She couldn’t run, she knew screaming would be useless. All she had on this tray was a spoon and some hot stew… she could throw it in his face, but that would only piss him off… she had no option but to take whatever punishment he had in store for her.
“Are you going to burn my face?” she asked him, no fear in her voice.
He stared at her for a long time before responding.
“No,” he said, defeat laced his tone. “No. You covered your tracks well. Dwight believes Sherry drugged him, and everyone else believes it, too.”
She loosed a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She wanted to thank him, but she didn’t think he’d receive it well.
They sat in silence for the rest of the evening, Negan removing her tray when she didn’t touch it for a while. He retreated to the bathroom, and she heard the shower turn on. She settled in, feeling tired again, and closed her eyes. Sleep didn’t come, but she kept her eyes closed, as Negan completed his shower and came back into the room. She heard him click lamps off, his footsteps moving around the room. She felt the bed dip as he climbed in beside her.
He'd found her out, revealed her plans, she had confessed it all, and now he was going to sleep beside her. She turned to her side to find his bare back facing her.
She knew she shouldn’t press her luck, but now curiosity was getting the best of her.
“If you knew when those guys took me… why did you come for me? Why lose all those guys to get me back?”
She watched his back decompress as she sighed, and then as he turned to his side to face her.
“How is the answer to that not obvious by now?”
She searched his eyes and watched as they moved to her mouth and then back to her eyes. He moved in close, their lips nearly touching. Then he kissed her. This kiss was not like the last time he kissed her. This was gentle, passionate, soft but powerful. She kissed him back.
When he pulled away from the kiss several minutes later, her silently cursing her wounds and the IV preventing them from going further, Negan said softly to her, “you will have to decide one of these days. You can try to survive with Daryl, or you can thrive here with me. You can’t be in my bed and his, too.” With that, he turned over and went to sleep.
#the walking dead imagine#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead fic#the walking dead daryl#the walking dead x reader#negan x y/n#negan fic#negan imagine#twd daryl#twd fanfiction#twd negan
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Miami Vice S1E14: Golden Triangle, Part 1
A rash of violence against sex workers raises Castillo's suspicions.
And we learn that Castillo is... I don't know? A martial arts wizard?? We'll later learn he is also a fucking samurai, but this is really the first "let's give Castillo depth" episode, and they really fucking go for it
An absolutely useless bit of trivia: some of the opening credits in this episode are in the wrong font.
This is not the Miami Vice font. It switches back to the Miami Vice font like two names later.
Love Castillo downing a cafecito from what is absolutely not a heat-safe plastic glass, and Rico and Sonny following him as he walks away like he's a beautiful girl in a bikini
Also love that Crockett's "nerd" disguise involves going over dot matrix printouts by hand by the pool. A normal vacation activity. Love less that he is just blatantly doing an entrapment.
When Sonny and Rico take Candy in, we cut to a currently-in-progress conversation in which she asks Sonny, "well, am I right or what?" Then pauses, while neither Sonny or Rico look her in the eye, but they both smile in the most hollow and awkward way possible, and then Candy nods and says, "Yeah, I'm right." I really want to know what she thinks she's right about that both Sonny and Rico basically are like 'please stop talking' about.
Candy is great-- she's very savvy about the police (and rightly does not trust them), very intense, and has no issues telling Sonny off.
Rico finds all of this hilarious.
The drug dealer who wants a safety deposit box is John Snyder, who will always be "extremely annoying Joey in the Mafia Wars arc of Wiseguy" to me, except that recently Dan and I watched an episode of Star Trek in which he was a eugenicist from the eugenicist planet. Man sure plays some roles. He's also apparently a long-time anime voice actor??
Sonny complains about the system being broken and Tubbs kind of sighs and says "the system. Want a cold one?" #1 reason Tubbs isn't as broken by the end of the show is that he comes in from day one knowing that Everything Sucks Forever, while Crockett takes it personally every single time
Alligator Nail Filing
Alligator
Nail
Filing
"We're getting too good at playing bad guys" sure is the understatement of the whole series
It's not actually clear until around the 3/4 mark that this is the first Castillo Episode, but he makes a wonderful little suspicious face when Sonny starts telling him about Szarbo-- he knows something is amiss.
There's an exchange with the cop who has been working part time as a pimp where Sonny no-true-Scotsmans him-- he states that the man isn't a "real" cop for what he's done. I think Sonny still genuinely believes this at this point in the series. He will not by the end.
Castillo finds out that one of the dead people is Thai and just absolutely flips out and is like I NEED TO SEE THE CORPSE. I get what the actual intention here is-- that Castillo has put together enough things about the case based on similarities to things that happened during his own years in Thailand-- but we don't know that yet as an audience, so it just kind of seems like Castillo is totally paranoid and thinks any deceased person of Thai descent MUST be involved in crime, which is not a good look.
I adore the sequence in which it is implied Tubbs and Castillo go to like eight Thai restaurants together, partially because I appreciate when they work together, and partially because I love seeing restaurants from bygone days.
To the tune of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:
Awkward dinner naked waiter
Awkward dinner naked waiter
Awkward dinner naked waiter
Marty n' Rico having supper
It is awkward!
(but seriously why does that waiter not have a shirt)
And we learn, finally, that Castillo is a master of every martial art, as he gets in a wild action movie fist fight with the naked waiter in the parking lot. It's stupid and fantastic in equal measures, and we'll learn even more about Castillo's exciting fisticuffs adventures next time.
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ok the joke’s going way too far now but hey it’s fun and everyone’s enjoying it so… let’s enjoy it!! (expect drawings and more scenarios honestly HWJWJSH)
here’s some death scenes and death lines from the ro-boxers! (by the way, if y’all wanna give your two cents or even yeet robo ocs in the mix? completely fine by me, let’s all be silly together!!)
By the way, here’s my silly thought process for the robots: if they’re not having a cliche “tis a malfunction” moment, it’s prolly them being sentient and envying the real boxers and some openly expressing how they wanna off you through their more violent dialogue.
so obviously content warning for gore and stuff (guys it’s late and I’m tired so just b careful AJHSJS)
Little Mac:
Mac plays that distorted tune in the dark as he creeps into your office… and proceeds to kill you by pushing your head against the wall, slamming it and fracturing your skull.
“Ya weren’t paying attention, Birdie! Heheheheh!”
“HAH! Gotcha!”
“Bet you Mac couldn’t do that in a million years… heheh… Too bad, Petey…”
Glass Joe:
Well if ya don’t close the door on Joey, he comes right on in and lunges over your desk to get to you. He kills you by snapping your neck.
“Oh ho ho! La victoire est à moi!”
(“Oh ho ho! The victory is mine!”)
“I got you now! Ho ho hoh!”
“You were frozen in fear at the sight of me! Oh my, how sad!”
“Il a passé des années à se faire craquer... Mais c'est maintenant à mon tour de VOUS briser.” (Evil French laughter)
(“He spent years getting cracked… but it’s now my turn to break YOU”)
Von Kaiser:
If ya disturb the war grandpa, he’s gonna rush to you screaming “ATTACKEN!” and bust into ya office. He vaults over your desk and slams his fist right into your face.
(Just evil German laughter here)
“Du bist so dumm, wie du mit Blutrot befleckt bist…”
(“You are as stupid as you are stained with blood red”)
“Deine Zeit läuft ab, Junge. Wenn deine Stunde zuschlägt... werde ich da sein, um deine Flamme zu löschen.”
(“Your time is running out, boy. When your hour strikes… I will be there to snuff out your flame”)
Disco Kid:
Disco’s itching to dance but equally itching to kill. He’ll boogie his way on up close and personal before spinning you round and round and slamming you into a hard surface. Owch.
“Whoopsie!~ Guess ya couldn’t handle the disco fever…”
“Aw, c’mon Pete! I was just gettin’ started too…”
“…C’mon now Peter… do you really think I’m just gonna let you go?… Mm-mm… I’m not nearly as nice as your friend. Let’s get down together… better keep up… or else I’m gonna paint you black and blue~”
King Hippo:
Hippo stomps right in, flips your desk and reenacts the bite of 87 on you.
“My, how flavorful!”
(Hippo laughter here)
(A different hippo laugh here)
“…Hippo sees you… in the camera… watching him…….. you.. look.. delicious. ….I’m coming for you.”
Piston Hondo:
Piston full on drags you into the vent like the xenomorph from Alien: Isolation while laughing maniacally.
(Evil ANIME laugh here)
(Enter another evil ANIME laugh here)
“Your ears aren’t up to par… that much is obvious.”
(This is said in Japanese but it’s difficult to accurately translate for me so just pretend) “Hah… Allow me to snuff out that flame of hope you have… I am not merciful like him. Struggle if you wish… it is futile. This night… I will not let you escape alive.”
Bear Hugger:
Well if ya don’t hide, he’ll just mow down your desk and crush your spine with his huge metallic arms! And if you hide when he’s already seen you, he’ll yoink ya from beneath the desk and lift you up, then crush your spine.
“Yahaha! Got ya!”
“Eh, no use hidin’ from me, Pete! I got the eyes of a hawk, ears like a bat and the strength of a bear! You can’t do nothin’ against me! Heheh!”
“Found ya!”
“C’mon, Pete… come out, come out wherever ya aaareeeee…~ I know you’re heeeree…~ I ain’t got candy for brains like that hoser… I ain’t stupid.”
“C’mon now, Birdie… I don’t like losin’… Why don’t you come on out for a nice, big squeeze…?~ I promise it won’t hurt… not for long anyways… heheheheh.”
Great Tiger:
Well ya slacked off and now you face the music. Tiger comes eeriely slithering out of your vent with his gem a-glowing before pouncing at you like a proper tiger. His clones even join in on the jumpscare! :D
(Mean laughter) “Oh… what terrible eyes you have, Peter.”
(Smooth but evil chuckle)
“If only you looked a little harder… oh well, you’re already dead…”
(Somewhat raspy and low) “Like a tiger, I stalk my prey… savor your pungent fear on my tongue… between my teeth… waiting… waiting… for the moment… that I… can finally… POUNCE!”
Don Flamenco:
Well, guess ya couldn’t resist the rose man’s charms. Don pops up and shanks ya right in the heart with his rose.
“Oh, pobre...”
(“Oh, you poor thing”)
“La muerte nunca ha sido tan poética, ¿eh?”
(“Death has never been this poetic, eh?”)
(Somewhat malicious laughter)
“Mercy…? Oh…… you foolish boy. I share no passion with… him. …The reaper calls your name… and I shall send you to him… I have no heart that beats in my chest… and I will bleed yours into stillness.”
Aran Ryan:
Well, ya looked. Why did you look? Well whatever the reason, Aran whips out his flail and tightens it around your neck. Snap crackle pop!
“Ya looked!”
(Irish gremlin chuckle)
(Irish gremlin cackling)
“Ya look pretty blue, Pete… did I squeeze ya a little too hard?”
“….You should see the look on yer face right now… heheh… what’s that…? You don’t want me to hurt you?… Heh… heheheheh! Sorry Petey… but I don’t change my mind like the other one does… Now… how about ya hold still…”
Soda Popinski:
Well, since Soda doesn’t kill you, he just breaks your door. He feels bad about it though.
“Sorry! Soda didn’t mean to break it!”
Bald Bull:
Busts down your door and proceeds to give you the nastiest headbutt of your life. …And the last headbutt of your life. Owch. That certainly left some blood.. everywhere…
“You weren’t going to keep me out forever.”
“You provoked the bull. And got the horns.”
(Slight evil chuckle) “Useless bird. You never stood a chance fighting me.”
“You may try and struggle… you may try and fight.. but it’s all in vain. I will get in one way or another… and when I do… I’ll coat the walls with your blood.”
Damnbullchill-
Super Macho Man:
Well ya fucked around and ya found out. He sweeps your desk aside and caves your face in with his boot once you’re on the ground.
“You don’t ever keep a star waiting.”
“Ugh! You ruined my photoshoot! >:[“
“Work it!~”
“You were taking too long, dude… not my fault you got such a bogus fragile skull…”
“Don’t make me wait… don’t test me. I’m not an idiot like that guy.. so you’d better hurry it up… or else.”
Mr. Sandman:
You once again fucked around and found out. The power goes out, and Sandman creaks open one of your doors and makes sure you’ve seen him before he comes in. Creepy how the only thing you’d see is his eyes.
“Heheh.. night night, Peter…”
“It’s way past your bedtime, baby… why don’t you start countin’ sheep?”
“Heh… sound sleeper, huh?…” (he says while watching peter actively bleed out)
“…It’s time for bed, Peter baby… n’ don’t think I’ll hold any punches. He mighta done that cause he likes you… but I don’t do holding back. Brush your teeth, close your eyes… and go to sleep.”
#punch out!!#punch out wii#aran ryan#glass joe#little mac#don flamenco#super macho man#mr sandman punch out#mr sandman#great tiger#bear hugger#piston hondo#von kaiser#disco kid#king hippo#I’m getting too silly help#/j
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Chapters 1&2
A witchcraft x ESMP Au I've been working on for a while now
Shelby watched as the other emperors battled Sausage Supreme. Gem, Joel, and Jimmy were focusing all their firepower at the former protector of Sanctuary while the others battled with the large sculk tentacles preventing anyone from engaging with Sausage directly. Shelby looked down at the spell circle Gem had told her to cast.
<><Flashback><>
“It all comes down to Shelby.”
Shelby looked at Gem, stunned. It has only been a few hours since Gem had dropped the newsbomb that she used to be a wizard. And not just any wizard either. No, she was the wizard that founded the Crystal Cliffs Wizarding Academy, the direct rival of the Witches Academy.
“What do you mean, it's all on her?” Joe questioned, “the only reason we're in this mess is because she’s a bad witch!”
Katherine smacked him on the back of his head. “JOE!”
“We need Shelby to do it Joe, she’s the only one besides me who has experience casting complex spells.”
“Well then why can't you do it Gem?” Fwhip asked.
Gem sighed, “because I'm the reason he’s here. I defeated Supreme once, and now he’s back for revenge. That makes me the perfect bait.” the princess-turned-wizard (or was it Wizard-turned-princess, Shelby couldn’t decide) turned to Shelby. “You cured Cub from his corruption, you can cure Sausage of his.”
Shelby looked around at the other emperors staring at her before taking a deep breath and turning to Gem. “What’s the spell?”
<><Present day><>
Gold from Joel, Prismarine from Joey, iron from False, flowers from Scott, copper from Pix, slime and crystals from Lizzie, and a blue mushroom she had found in the Gnome Ruins.
Briiiinng
Oh, and Oli was contributing with a small musical performance, which he was tuning up as she was placing the last of the redstone to connect the items. The witch turned to the bard.
“You ready Oli?” he nodded and stepped into place along the outer edge of the spell. “Santa Perla, Pearl, Help us clean up this mess!” he shouted before beginning a small tune on his lute.
I heard there a secret chord,
That David played and it pleased the lord,
But you don't really care for music do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The Minor falls and the Major lifts..
Shelby let Oli’s singing fade into the background of her mind as she summoned her magic. Gem had told her that the original spell was used to trap a demon, but she had altered it to capture only the soul of Sausage supreme and not Sausage’s physical body that the dark Mage was possessing. To activate the spell, she needed to summon all the mana she possibly could to throw into the center of the circle. But she needed to wait for the right moment.
Shelby looked up and watched the battle. Gem had her butterfly wings and princess dress, but she was dual wielding a sword and a Wizard’s staff that held an amethyst at the top, which glowed with power as Gem cast spell after spell, sending spikes of purple crystal at the possessed Sausage. Joel was throwing bolts of lightning at the TNT Jimmy was chucking at the tentacles.
“NOW SHELBY!” Gem suddenly shouted, pulling Shelby back to the spell. But in the confusion, she forgot to properly check her magic and it exploded as soon as she activated the spell. She cried out as she was thrown back against the wall, everything fading to black.
<><><>
When Shelby came to, she was lying on the ground, her feet trapped by a large piece of rubble. Grunting, she sat up and shoved it off of her. The witch stood up and looked around.
The magical explosion had completely decimated the portion of the spawn citadel that they had been fighting in. Dust hung in the air, making it near impossible for the witch to see. She could barely make out the piece of rubble that had fallen on her. The Witch looked around to see if she could spot any of her allies but she couldn't. She shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the ringing in her ears. It worked slightly, and she could hear someone shouting. But the noise was muffled, like she was underwater.
Shelby moved closer to the shouting and soon recognized the voice as Joe's
“Where is she? Where is that witch!”
The witch in question hid behind one of the standing pillars, hiding from the pirate as Gem tried to pacify him.
“Joe calm down.”
“No Gem, she almost messed up the spell and we all nearly died. If-”
“Wait, where is shelby?”Katherine interrupted the pirate king.
"I don't know," Joel said, "But I don't see Sausage either."
"SAUSAGE, SHELBY!" Fwhip called out and the others soon joined him.
Shelby was about to step out, but something held her back. She didn't know what it was. But then she heard Jimmy’s voice
“Wait Guys, what's that?”
“Isn't that Shelby’s hat?”
Shelby felt at the top of her head to find that her hat was, in fact, not there.
"If Shelby’s hat is here," Lizzie asked, "then where's Shelby?"
"SHELBY WHERE ARE YOU!" Katherine called out in a panicked voice. Shelby’s heart twisted. Even after the 'truce' at Oli's Rift Festival - which Joe didn't even hold up his end - Shelby still couldn't get rid of her feelings for the warrior princess. But now she realized why her subconscious had told her not to reveal herself.
This is perfect, she thought, if they think I'm dead then when the Academy comes looking for me, I'll have an alibi. Joe probably won't believe it, since he saw my letter to Grandma, but it's not like anyone really took him seriously aside from Sausage.
With her mind made up and a faint plan of action in mind, Shelby quietly pulled out her broom and flew away toward the Evermoor to get the needed supplies.
When she showed up at her witch hat house, both Mother Toad and Tortoise, her familiar, were waiting for her.
She rushed inside and grabbed a small bag that no one would notice was missing, quickly filling it with a few potion ingredients, food, a cloak, and one of her leftover Magic Gem Crystals. On her way back out, she grabbed a long navy blue hooded cloak so 5hat she could still move around undetected. She ran back out to her broom, mounted, then remembered. She quickly dismounted and picked up Tortoise. The purple toad stared at her and gave a small ribbit.
" Don't tell Sausage you saw me, OK? They need to believe that I'm dead." Shelby turned to Mother Toad as well. "You too, please." With that she set down Tortoise and turned back to her broom. Tortoise took a few hops towards her, but she pushed him back.
“I'm sorry Tortoise, but if I take you with me, they’ll know that I'm not dead.” she kissed her familiar on the head. “Keep the evermoor and the gnome spirits safe for me, OK?” Tortoise croaked twice and she took that as an answer. With one last look at the mangrove trees surrounding her home, she hopped on her broom and took off.
#empires smp#mcyt#witch craft smp#witchcraft smp#shubble#fanfiction#Greatest Witch AU#Gemitay#mythical sausage#nature wives
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growing pains | F.J.S.J
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Joey: R U OK? Susie: @ the lodge
3.5k words Susie Lavoie centric hurt/comfort
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Playlist𝅘𝅥𝅮 1: Growing Pains by Ethel Cain 2: Nara Dreamland by Nicole Dollanganger 3: Crack Baby by Mitski 4: Golden Age by Ethel Cain 5: Waco, Texas by Ethel Cain 6: Not a lot, just Forever by Adrianne Lenker
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1996, Mount Ormond
The bitingly cold wind wafted through Susie’s hair as she trudged up the steps to the abandoned Mount Ormond Ski resort. It nipped at the static tears in her eyes and snuck through the gap of her sweater’s front pocket, hands stuffed feebly inside. She dredged her soaking canvas sneakers up the crumbling wood steps toward a room she knew all too well. The cracked frosted glass window of her sanctuary door welcomed her home.
She folded herself onto the painstakingly thin mattress and listened as the wind-beaten old frame sighed under her weight. The dark mauve dusk of evening settled over the inconsequential town of Ormond, and by extension, over Susie.
As she pulled the bed’s scratchy faded blue blanket over her nose, she felt the inevitable sting of tears fall from her burning eyes down her cold cheeks. Snot dripped from her nose, and she wiped it with her sleeve. She hated him.
Congested sobs bubbling up in her throat, hair the texture of dead straw sticking to her forehead, tonight’s altercation played on repeat in her head;
Her mid-term marks in her father's curled fist. Shouting. The deaf ring of flesh hitting flesh. More shouting.
‘How can my daughter be an idiot and a dyke?!’ Smack. ‘You ungrateful brat!’ Another. ‘Fucking useless’. Crunch.
She had managed to tune out most of it– his usual drunken stammering– but she couldn’t tune out the pain in her ribs or the throbbing ache under her left cheekbone or the coagulating, purple-green bruises on her shins. Some things she couldn’t escape. But here in this abandoned, snow-soaked castle, she could flee to her own kingdom of solace if only for a few hours.
Susie had first found the ski lodge with Julie last year when they were juniors at Fairview, first semester. They were out cruising in Susie’s “new” 1990 accord during the Christmas break, snow falling like puffy stars beyond the windshield. Old holiday jingles played over the beat-up speakers, and as they drove down a backroad on the way to one of their only rich friend’s parties, Julie spotted the large chain-link fence hidden in the thickets of frost-covered evergreens.
Susie parked the car, apprehensive as Julie ran her purple-manicured fingernails over the rusted NO TRESPASSING sign bolted to the fence. The words, emblazoned in crimson red, put a knot in Susie’s stomach.
She didn’t even want to go to this party, let alone break into a place where they could get in trouble, murdered, lost, or all of the above. But as Julie’s cold hand took hers, all of her worries melted away. So long as they were together, Susie could do anything.
Pulling her hood over her snow-dotted blonde hair, Julie whisked over the fence with ease. Susie followed suit, albeit less gracefully, and they stared at the forgotten wood monolith in awe once their feet hit the icy pathway. Julie broke out in a rush of excitement.
“Let’s go, Suse!”
Susie tried her best to keep up with Julie’s sudden burst of energy, her breath visible in the night air as she clamoured up the hill. Inside was a world of their wildest dreams.
They spent the night pouring over the dusty wood bannisters and abandoned vending machines, enchanted by the cavernous hallways and cracking upholstery, all left permanently as they were when the resort closed. Stuck in time. Moonlight and snowflakes filtered through a large concave in the roof and illuminated the large centrepiece fireplace. Cracked wooden beams stretched across the high ceilings for what seemed like miles.
It was the most beautiful place they’d ever seen.
Holding a hazy green bottle of champagne, Julie leaned against the water-ring-covered bar in the chalet. She dusted the cobwebs from the glass with her gloved palm.
The moon from the window behind her illuminated the contours of her like a halo as she smiled skeptically at Susie, raising the bottle. Susie felt a painful and sudden yearning to reach over the countertop and close the distance between them in response, but instead, she simply nodded. Stared into the beautiful, gleaming blue eyes before her.
Julie popped the cork.
“To the other resort that shut this place out of business,” she toasted, and lifted the bottle to her cracked lips.
They took turns sipping the bubbly drink, laughing like they hadn’t in years as they posed like 1950s pin-up girls on the countertop and talked like detectives they’d heard in movies. The sound of tipsy giggles filled the once-empty chamber of the resort and echoed back at them, sweet and melodic.
The world introducing Susie to this place was the kindest thing it had ever done for her right next to introducing her to Julie in the eighth grade.
When they finally made it to the party, it couldn’t compare to the fun they’d had at the lodge.
Even now thinking about that day made Susie’s tears quiet, and the thrumming of her heart steady. She held herself together, knees up to her chin, and closed her eyes. Thinking of Julie and snow. The gentle scent of her car's heat enveloping them in the dark cab when they drove back home, only faintly lit by the dashboard.
‘Too bad she’s preoccupied with he who shall not be named,’ she retorted to herself bitterly.
The warm visual of Julie in the snow morphed into Frank in the firelight, the underside of his jaw highlighted by orange as he pressed his thin lips to Julie’s, the scent of whiskey on her breath for the rest of the night. Susie could smell it when she hugged her goodbye.
Even so, she couldn’t be mad at him for long. They were cut from the same cloth and he had saved them from dying of boredom before senior year. But part of her was ambivalent toward the lodge no longer being hidden as the forest's best-kept secret. Upset that Julie wanted him over her, and that he returned the sentiment. The conflicting feelings she had for Julie made her want to buy a gun, shoot 30 people, and then herself. It didn’t seem fair.
She thought of them, toiling around on the dust-covered comforters in the next room over. A shared cigarette burning between parted lips, smoke funnelling into the air (Susie knew Julie wouldn’t object if he offered). They were probably glad she couldn’t come that day— it may have even been their plan. Julie knew she had a test that morning.
‘You’re my best friend. You know I’d never leave you out, right?’ And yet she did.
But then she thought of all the fun the four of them had together these past few months and flashes of Julie’s black-lipped smile brought forth that feeling of belonging she sought for. Her friends filled the gaping hole life had carved in her chest.
With a pang of guilt, Susie remembered her obligation. Tonight was a legion night, her legion night and she was spending it wallowing her pain away dreaming wistfully about a girl who would never love her back. Angry for reasons she had made up in her head. She hugged herself tighter. ‘Pathetic’.
Before this evening she had planned to rent a copy of whatever interested her at the video store and formulate her ideas whilst they curled up on the couch munching on popcorn, staring at Frank’s tiny box TV. Yet here she was. Ditching them.
They were probably all waiting for her.
Her phone buzzed, confirming her suspicion.
Joey: R U OK? Susie: @ the lodge
Immediately after she sent the text with shaky fingers, Julie’s number flashed across the tiny viridian screen. The phone vibrated, and she hesitated for a moment– then put it to her ear.
“Hello? Susie?” Julie’s voice cracked through the poor signal. Susie sat on the edge of the bed, picking at her leggings.
“Hey Julie,” her voice worked hard against the lump in her throat. Julie picked up on her tone immediately.
“Is everything okay? Joey said you’re at the lodge.”
“Yeah, I– uh,” Susie exhaled a shaky breath, watched it dissipate into the air. Julie would understand, surely, but putting words to everything she felt would be like having her teeth pulled. She ran her tongue along her braces and bit the inside of her scarred-up cheeks silently. The fear of being seen as a burden outweighed her need for reassurance.
The sickly-sweet voice on the other end broke her from her reverie.
“Are you there, Suse?”
She wiped her runny nose and teary eyes with her sleeve, murmuring a small “yeah,” in response.
“We’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” She could hear Joey’s concerned whispering in the background; ‘What’s she saying?’ ‘Was it her dad?’ He was probably fluttering nervously over Julie, playing with his hands. Susie began to sob. ‘So much for playing it cool,’ she thought.
“Okay,” she choked.
“Love you, we’ll be there soon, I promise.”
“Love you too,” when Susie flipped her phone shut, she heard a snippet of Frank’s manic raving behind Julie’s soft reassurances; ‘We should get back at him, strike while the iron is still hot-’ and flopped back onto the bed, eyes on the ceiling.
She had thought of it before. Taking a kitchen knife to his throat in the middle of the night, beating him senseless and leaving him to starve to death in the closet under the stairs. Even petty things, like smashing the glass cabinet that held all of his ski trophies and snapping the gold-coated pieces of metal into unrecognisable specks of dust. She wanted so badly for him to hurt, to feel all of the pain he caused her. To let go of all of the rage she felt.
She would love to ply off his fingernails one by one.
However, every time the knife block in the kitchen whispered to her, a wave of nausea would settle deep in her stomach. She would be letting him win if she gave in to their pleas.
Every inch of skin sliding overtop of her bones shook with resentment and made her sick with a desperation to rip it all off.
The salty taste of anger fell into her mouth as she screamed into the pillow, tearing at her hair. She tore the choker off her neck and threw her shoes in the corner of the room, then collapsed once more and screamed until her throat felt the same texture as wood bark.
“Why are you like this Susie?” She mocked, lifting her face up. “Why are you like this Susie?” She straddled the pillow, picturing her father’s limp body in its place as she curled her hands into fists and threw blow after blow at it. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SUSIE?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SUSIE?!”
For the one time he caught her smoking,
For the one time she got a 40 on a science test,
For the one time he saw her ex-girlfriend kiss her in the driveway,
For every single time she simply existed and he took it out on her as if she had just committed a crime worthy of capital punishment, she threw her fist at the pillow.
…
When Julie walked into the room, she stumbled upon Susie sitting red-faced on the floor surrounded by feathers with her head in her hands. Smudged mascara had cascaded down her cheeks.
Immediately, Julie dove into the fluffy down and enveloped Susie in a warm hug. Startled– yet grateful to see her– Susie returned the favour and found solace in the warmth of her neck.
She smelled like the expensive perfume her parents had gotten her for Christmas last year: vanilla & sandalwood.
Her hands dug into Julie’s shoulders,
“I just want to fucking burn it all down.”
“I know,” she held her tighter “I know.”
Susie’s eyes locked onto Frank, leaning against the doorframe with a flashlight. An uncharacteristic look of sympathy contorted his pimpled face. His eyes told a level of understanding beyond words, but he was still tapping his foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, some sinister plan brewing behind his gentle gaze.
She knew what he was thinking of doing. Silently, she shook her head.
Joey stood right beside Julie, a soft hand on Susie’s heaving shoulders.
They had come to console her in one of her darkest times and were willing to give up their night to do so. Weren’t afraid of the hysteric wailing, or the uncomfortable silence that followed. The very thought of their sacrifice made Susie’s heart swell with affection.
When she finally calmed down and pulled away, Julie chuckled.
“Guess I know better than to ask what happened here,” she smiled and gestured to the decimated pillow. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Susie felt her lips curl into a sheepish grin. The room sighed.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she stood up and dusted herself off, kicking the feathers to the corner to join the dust bunnies. Julie threw her knapsack on the bed as Susie hastily embraced Joey and waved at Frank as he settled the flashlight on the nightstand, a silent token of apology. They all moved closer to the centre of the room as Julie unzipped the bag.
“We stopped by shoppers on the way here, sorry it took so long,” blurs of colour folded out of the bag and onto the bed “but we picked some stuff up for you.” Julie leaned against the bedframe to give Susie time to examine her wares.
On the dusty mattress lay a box of electric blue hair dye, a pack of menthol Newports, a crunchy chocolate bar, fluffy white teddy bear, and a cassette tape with ‘for Suzzie :)’ emblazoned on it in permanent marker. Susie was overwhelmed.
“Guys–”
Julie wrapped an arm around her from behind and pointed at her presents with a peeling manicured finger, “The dye, crunch, and bear are from me, the mixtape is from Joey, and the Newports are from Frank,” she jokingly scoffed and glared at him from the corner of her eye “because he obviously wants to kill you before we graduate.”
He flipped off Julie with a smirk and walked closer, “your favourite, right?”
Susie stuffed the pack into her front pocket, the familiar weight soothing her “Yeah, thanks– you remembered.”
Frank tousled her knotted hair, “Kinda hard to forget when you reek of mint every time you get to the caf.”
Susie punched him lightheartedly– eliciting a mock cry of pain from the boy– and bent over to caress the glossy cassette tape with her fingertips, brushing over the inscription of her name. There were little stars and lightning bolts doodled next to it in gel pen. On the back, it said ‘from Joey >:)’.
“That was supposed to be your Christmas gift, but I figured you should have it now.”
“It’s mid-November,”
“I like to plan ahead.”
She grinned at his obvious lie. “So what’s on it?”
Joey pulled a piece of creased notebook paper from his pocket, tracklist written in hasty scrawl “I had Julie help me out, you can yell at her if it's wrong.”
Susie took her time examining the note, most of it spent deciphering his handwriting– tracks from Aphex Twin, Nine inch Nails, and even some of the obscure techno artists she annoyed everyone else with were there. Her lips curled over her braces as she beamed.
“This is sick, Joey.”
“Really?”
“It’s perfect.”
His shoulders sagged like he had been tense for the whole minute this interaction played out. “I’ll bring my player up here at some point,” Frank shot him a wink, and Susie pretended not to notice, but it made her feel a little sick.
She loved Joey, but not that way. She didn’t know how to tell him that, though, and she also didn’t want to lead him on. Her heart only pined for Julie, who was waiting idly for Susie to pay attention to her. How the tables had turned.
Susie’s black nails gripped the polar-white teddy bear and stared into its beady brown eyes, bewildered by the care her friends had shown her. She wasn’t used to this. “How much of this did you actually pay for?”
Julie eyed Frank and put a finger to her lips “That’s classified.”
Susie wanted to kiss her right then and there. So many nights she lay awake and fantasized about it; how she would taste, where her hands would travel, if her braces would make it awkward. Would she whisper to her and throw her blonde hair over one shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way? Would Julie taste the menthols on her tongue?
Would the nicotine on it drive her crazy?
Every night would end the same, with Susie going to bed alone in her cold bedroom, forever unfulfilled. Left solitary to wander the confines of her unsatisfactory thoughts, stuck at an impasse. Susie knew better than anyone that you don’t always get what you want, but why couldn’t she have this one good thing?
She’d have to settle with simply being her friend and the thought terrified her. Julie seemed like her only ticket to happiness, the cure-all for her woes. ‘Take me,’ she wanted to scream. ‘Just fucking take me already!’
The stuffed animal in her arms’ stitched-on mouth smiled as if to reassure her–which sadly didn’t work much. She tried to distract herself by imagining different ways to give it a makeover, she could glue on some googly eyes, patch on some fabric, spray Julie’s perfume on it–
Okay, maybe that angle wasn’t working either.
Julie’s voice poked through her dizzy trance.
“You wanted to dye your hair blue, right?”
“Hm?”
Julie shook the box of hair dye, “You wanted to dye your hair blue, right? You said something about it the other day.” Concern painted her perfect face.
“Oh, sorry, it’s—yes. I wanted to dye it blue—thank you, Julie–” Fumbling, Susie looked down at her faded pink tendrils: brown was steadily leaching into the strands. She dreaded the thought of being brunette again.
“Are you okay? You spaced out on me there. We can leave if–”
“No!” She blurted, “I’m okay, more than, I just wasn’t expecting all this. That’s all.”
Again, her heart filled with appreciation and her face grew hot with the embarrassment of being perceived. She took a split-second moment to lavish in the fact that for once, people cared enough to remember the little things, like her favourite brand of cigarettes, the music she listened to– even something as trivial as the colour she offhandedly said she wanted to dye her hair. It was such an unnatural feeling, to be revered. Her eyes darted around the room to look at the faces of her friends, all of a sudden so grateful for them—fuzzy warmth cascaded through her body.
Julie waited for her to continue, one hand on Susie’s arm. “I thought you’d come here to drag me out, get me back on my feet to continue the night’s activities– not this,” Susie’s eyes met the floor, full of guilt. How could she ever think so lowly of them? Julie’s brows furrowed, then softened, her eyes gentle.
“I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, okay? Even if that means postponing legion–” she rolled her eyes at the term Frank had coined, “--activities. You come first,” Susie found herself in Julie’s embrace once more, inhaling that sweet scent on her skin. “We can’t stop that prick from hurting you, but the least we can do is be there for when he does.”
Frank tilted his head after a few moments of silence and put words to what everybody was thinking yet didn’t want to admit: “We could kill the fucker.”
Nobody laughed. Joey’s face turned to stone, and Julie only clutched the girl in her arms tighter. Thunder cracked outside and icy sheets of rain slammed against the window, as inside, the four of them raged with the same deadly force.
All they could do was wait for the storm to pass.
…
The next day, in Julie’s small bathroom, Susie sat on the tile floor with her neck craned over the bathtub, freshly bleached scalp covered in cerulean sludge.
“You’re gonna look like Marge,” Frank’s scratchy chuckle echoed.
“Oh, shut up!” Julie pushed him, then bent over Susie and smiled haphazardly. “You’re gonna look great.”
Joey, leaning against the countertop, put up a hand in defence, “Better than looking like a walking piece of bubblegum.”
“Hey, you all said it looked good pink–”
“Don’t listen to these morons, Suse,”
Julie tilted her best friend’s head back, smiled, and turned on the handheld tap with blue-stained fingertips.
I’m home, Susie thought, I’m home here.
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Ink Demonth 2024 Day 11 : Melody
Susie, or would better be called now- Alice, staggered through the dark halls of the music department. Susie seemed a lot more timid and quiet lately, perhaps she had already given up on trying to “do good” in this studio filled with madness. She’d seemed to lost any hope remaining in her after witnessing Sammy’s heinous actions of colluding with Joey Drew.
She just wanted to find a place to rest.
Whether that’d be temporary or eternal was another matter of whether she could hold onto herself well enough.
Just as she forced the door open and pulled herself over to a chair hidden in the shadows, another set of light footsteps emerged behind her.
Who.. at this hour? Alice quickly blended into the darkness of the shadows easily, planning on simply watching the strange person who’s about to come in.
Suddenly, her mind stirred.
At this time.. there could only be one person who would be here.
She quickly turned her head towards the entrance, but instead of the exhausted, tall, blonde man she was expecting, another ink-covered figure trudged into the room, instead.
He was covered head to toe in ink, only barely able to be made out as human, or at least once a human. The figure wore a pair of suspenders equally caked in ink, however, its light brown, almost sepia hue made it easily distinguishable from the man’s jet-black appearance.
The man opened what should be his mouth, letting out loud gasps that came in altering frequencies, as if he’s trying to control his breath to suppress something within himself.
Just as the breathing got more and more rapid, he reached out for a banjo left on the nearest chair, strumming onto it with a force that didn’t belong to a musician.
Only when that melody sounded out did he began to regulate his breathing again.
His breath slowly came to that of a normal pace’s, as he softly took a seat on the director’s tall stool. It was such a natural movement, as if he had done it a million times.
Alice drew a sharp breath as she realized who the figure was.
Sammy Lawrence.
The music director didn’t notice the angel hiding within the darkness as he kept playing, even though his hands were trembling, and he lacked one finger on each hand.
He still kept playing that wonderful tune like it was second nature to him.
Behind him, Alice quietly watched him.
Her face formed a sinister grin as her mind began to whirl with plans.
Suddenly, she felt something wet on her cheek.
Her eyes turned blank, and her gaze began to wander. The malicious grin still remained on her face, but in her mind, she could only muster a single question.
Why am I crying?
Bendy : The Untrusted AU - Act 1 (Part 1/5)
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Helluva Ink Demon
Bold: deep voice devil
Small: regular devils
Italicized: Mel
Chapter One: Betty Boop
I woke up with a grin on my face. I could tell that today was gonna be a good day! I grabbed my microphone staff(idk what it's called it's like Alastor's mic), got ready and headed to work.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself I am Melani Daimonas, but my friends call me Mel. I am an ink demon. You see I worked for a man named Joey Drew and I helped him bring his demon to life.
~flashback~
I had always wanted to be an animator since I was a kid and here I am at Joey Drew Studios! It's been a few months since I started working here and I already have a friend. Sammy Lawrence. We both love helping each other we are like brother and sister. Then there's my boss, Joey Drew, he's well a strange character. But my trust in him lead me to my death.
Mr. Drew had asked me to stay behind and help him with something that no one could know of. I agreed since he chose to put his trust in me! I couldn't believe what he asked me to help him with. Bring Bendy to life? I didn't want to be fired so I agreed to help.
Weeks later we had done it! Bendy was alive, but very clingy to me. And I guess that made Mr. Drew angry. He killed me by drowning me in ink while Bendy watched the whole thing.
~flashback ends~
I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts of my life. Mr. Drew killed me yes, but I am one of the most powerful demons in Hell now! I hum happily once I get to the studio. Katie and Tom had just finished so it was my time to shine. "Hey Tom and Katie! You gonna watch my performance?" They nod. They have never actually seen me perform. So I had something special up my non existent sleeve!
I stand there in front of the camera waiting for my cue.
"And we are live!"
I grin at the camera. "Well folks looks like you are in for a treat! Today's entertainment shall be a bit different! Instead of my usual tricks, I am going to sing a song for you all!~" I point my mic at the ground making a piano and some small inky devils appear holding instruments. "Now I hope you all enjoy!~" A spotlight appears on me and some of my inky devils.
Alright gentledemons
I want you to repeat after me
Just how I do it
Ready?
Ra-da da da dada dada da da
Your turn!
La-da da da dada dada da da
Very good!
La-da da dada da ah
Go ahead now!
La-da da dada da dum
Good golly!
La-da dada da da ah
Bring it around now!
La-da da da dada dada da ah
Ladies!
La-da da da dada dada da ah
Good golly!
La da da dada da ah
La da da dada da ah
La-da da dada da ahhh
Yeah
Ladies and gentledemons
May I present to you
My gloves on keys!
My gloves fly off my hands and start playing the piano.
Aw yeah!
Oh ohhh Oh ohhh Oh ohhh
Ohhh
Bring the beat back!
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Aw aww aw aww aw aww
Let you see my Betty Boop
When the beat drops
I start as the lights go strobe-mode to make it look more dramatic as I dance closer to the camera.
Alright ladies and gentle demons
That was very good
We're going to do the whole thing one more time
Follow my steps 2,3,4 and
Da-da da da dada dada da ah
What'd I say?
Da-da da da dada dada da ah
Very good!
La-da da dada da dum
Yes!
La-da da dada da dum
Good golly!
La-da da da dada dada da ah
Bring it around now!
Ra-da da da dada dada da dum
Ladies!
La-da da da dada dada da ah
Good golly!
La-da da da dada dada
La-da da da dada dada
La-da da da dada dada
Aw yeah!
Let's bring it on home!
Aw yeah!
Oh ohhh Oh ohhh Oh ohhh.
Ohhh
Bring the beat back!
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Aw aww aw aww aw aww
Let me see your Betty Boop
When the beat drops
I keep getting closer to the camera until the music finally ends. I smile at the camera. "Well I do hope you all enjoyed that! I know I did!~ Well my time has come. Tune in next time to see me perform again!~ Until then.~" I blow a kiss at the camera and wink. The director says it's a wrap and I can hear my stomach growl. I looked at the table of food, well now just the table. I guess the little twins ate everything. Again.
I felt a nudge on my shoulder, I look behind me to see Katie holding a plastic container towards me. "Here I know you don't eat before coming here." I smile shyly. "Thank you Katie! I love your cooking! Maybe you could teach me one day!" I hug her quickly then run off so I could get home and enjoy this food!
I always enjoy Katie's cooking. I eat a bit on my walk home. Not watching where I was going, I bumped into someone. I look up and see the Princess! "Oh, I am sorry, Princess. I wasn't looking where I was going." As I held my hand out towards the princess, a girl with white hair slaps my hand away. (1)"¡No la toques, maldita perra!" I frown. (2)"Bueno, disculpame por tratar de ser educada." I reply back. Her eye widens. "Well, you could be in affiliation with the radio demon!" I gasp. "Why would you think that?" she points to my mic. "Oh darling, this is for my TV show! I make cartoons, voice characters, and sing! This helps me change my voice and make my ink creations." Us three talk for a bit, and then Charlie, the princess, asks me to help her.
I tap my chin in thought, "You know the last time I helped someone," I smile as my eye twitches "tHaT pErSoN kIlLeD mE, but for you princess I will gladly help you!" They both told me about the Happy Hotel. "Hm yes indeed it sounds like a grand idea! I shall help you in any way I can! I can also get you a chance to talk about your hotel on the news!" They both smiled, and we went our separate ways. I walked into my small apartment and packed all of my things so I could move into the Happy Hotel.
1:Don't touch her, you fucking bitch
2:Well excuse me for trying to be polite
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Tethered
Part III- Chapter 26: Familiar
Mentions of: Flirting, amnesia, Joey being a meanie, and nothing rlly
A/N: Another Update!! And yes…things are getting quite interesting…
Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup
As your eyes fluttered open, you let out a gasp, alerting the other survivors around you. Jake jumped, almost immediately moving to your side. “What? What is it?”
“I remembered something.” The memory itself wasn’t all there, with a few pieces missing. But it was too familiar to be a dream.
“What was it?” He asked. In response, you took his hand, leading him away from the others, finding somewhere much more private for you and him to talk.“I know this is weird, but can you help me remember?”
“Sure.” He shrugged.
“Okay, so, in my dream. I was dancing with someone..A boy? A man? I’m not sure. It’s all kind of foggy, and muffled, like I was underwater watching it happen.” You admitted.
“We were like this.” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, moving his around your back.
Jake locked eyes with you, seeming quite nervous and stiff, his cheeks slightly flushed. You wondered how long it’s been since he touched someone like this since he danced with them.
“We were talking about something..and there was this song playing. And it seemed like…we were in love.” You confessed, smiling fondly at the memory. Jake smiled too.
The two of you swayed in silence, as you continued to dig through your brain, trying to find other clues. “Oh! And there was this song playing.“
You hummed, trying to find the tune. Somehow, Jake recognized it. “I know that song.”
“You do? Could you sing it for me?” His cheeks went pink. “No way. I barely know the lyrics, and I- I can’t sing.”
“I won’t judge, c’mon, please? To help me?” You pleaded, and he let out a reluctant huff. “Fine.”
He cleared his throat, his voice shaking slightly. “I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night,”
You shut your eyes as you continued to dance with him, finding some sort of solace in his singing and the song. You shifted slightly, intertwining his hand with yours and wrapping the other around the small of your back.
“Trust in me when I say, Oh pretty baby, Don’t bring me down I pray, Oh pretty baby, Now that I found you stay, And let me love you, let me….I forgot the lyrics.” He admitted.
You giggled at that, and he did too, and the next thing you knew, you two were laughing together. It felt nice to laugh and feel all giddy and goofy. You missed that feeling, of not caring about anything, of just letting yourself relax and forget your worries.
“Thank you for helping me, Jake.” You said, your voice growing soft and serious. “Of course. Anything you need, (y/n). Just say the word and I’ll be there.”
Your faces were very close now, your lips almost touching. You leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He smiled at that, reaching over to cup your cheek, before pausing.
He muttered under his breath, before speaking again. “I have to go to a trial. I’ll see you later.”
“Oh, okay, see you soon!” He slipped out of his grip, and you watched as he left, waving goodbye. Once he did, you turned away, taking a deep breath, processing what just happened.
The sound of a voice whispering your name from the woods got your attention. You walked over to the edge, seeing what it was, before getting grabbed and pulled into the woods.
You opened your mouth to scream, but before you could, a hand was covering it. The killer removed their hood, revealing themself. “Relax, it’s just me.”
“Susie? What are you doing here? And why did you scare me like that?” You couldn’t help but ask, scared and slightly irritated.
“I’m bored, and my friends are being jerks right now. They’re constantly fighting and stuff, and they’re making it really hard to want to be around them.” She confessed. “And I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.”
“Wait, how long have you been-”
“You mean did I see you and your boyfriend dancing? Yeah, I did.” She interrupted you, with a knowing grin.
Your face went hot at that comment. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Well, it seemed like you guys were pretty close, especially since you kissed him.” She remarked. “I- He- It’s- It’s complicated.”
“Right…complicated.” The teen smirked. You rolled your eyes at her. “Do you want to hang out or not?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop..let’s go.”
–
“So, what do you want to do?” You asked Susie, as you wandered the woods with her. “I dunno, there are a few realms we could hang at, but I don’t know how the killers will respond when they see you. But some are definitely out at a trial right now, so I think we can take our chances.”
That made you nervous, but you decided to follow her anyway. You only live once, right? Well…technically not when you’re here…but that’s good too since you can’t die.
“There’s a playground at Badham that’s a cool hang out spot. Wanna go there?” She offered. You shrugged. “Sure.”
It wasn’t long until you arrived, walking and talking as you made your way over to the playground. “Freddy’s pretty grumpy, and he hates kids, so we always hang out when he’s not here. We’ve vandalized the preschool a couple of times too, you should’ve seen his face, it was hilarious. Pissing him off is the best.”
“Susie?“ A boy called, getting your attention. You both looked over, spotting a boy, sitting on the swing set. Like Susie, he had a hoodie on, the hood pulled over his head. “What are you doing here?”
“The same thing that you’re doing here. Getting away from Julie and Frank.” Wait, did she say Frank? She knew him?
“Who’s that?” He gazed over at you with mistrusting eyes.
“Before you say anything, yes she’s a survivor, but she’s my friend. She’s not going to hurt us and we’re not going to hurt her.” She told him.
“I’m (y/n). It’s nice to meet you.” You flashed him a smile, holding your hand out for him to shake. He glanced at your hand, before looking away.
“Yeah, Joey’s not a touchy, feely, kind of guy. But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll warm up to you.” Susie reassured you with a small pat on your shoulder, before turning back to him. “So, let’s hang out.”
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I got a request from a user on AO3 called “Here we go again” asking for an ink fumes fic that shows the perspective of Sammy or Susie under the ink fumes contrasted with an outsider perspective.
So here we go!
Thank you for your patience!
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She had been abandoned, disfigured. Everyone she had ever trusted had betrayed her. Sammy had stood by while her role had been taken from her. Joey had turned her into this. She couldn’t count on anyone but herself in this place. They were all out to destroy her, especially that damned Ink Demon.
But she would have the last laugh. She would reclaim her perfection. She would be loved once more. She was so close now. She’d found the perfect Boris. All she needed to do was take his heart and she would have everything she wanted again.
“You should consider yourself lucky,” she said, tapping the Boris on the nose. “You’re going to be a part of something wonderful.”
The Boris just stared at her. He’d been surprisingly docile the entire time she’d had him here. She’d expected him to be afraid, to try and escape. But he hadn’t. Not that she was complaining. She was just as happy not to have to restrain him.
“You’re going to make me perfect!” She continued. “I’ll be loved again! Everyone will know my name!”
She giggled and spun around, clapping her hands together.
“They’ll all see they were wrong to abandon me! They’ll see how wonderful I am!”
The Boris nodded, although it didn’t seem like he was entirely paying attention. She hadn’t been expecting him to understand. How could he? He was just a dumb wolf.
But her? She was an angel. And she would be an angel again.
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Joey glanced into the room where Susie was monologuing to Wally. “How long has she been in there?”
“Nearly an hour,” Sammy answered, not looking up from tuning his banjo.
“And how long has she been...?” Joey trailed off, making a vague gesture.
“Nearly an hour.”
“So all she’s done is monologue at Wally?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” Joey let out a sigh of relief, putting a hand on his chest. “I was worried she’d been tearing up the plushies or threatening Allison again.”
“Nope. Just monologuing.” Sammy gave the banjo a tentative strum, satisfied it was tuned now.
Joey looked back over at Sammy. “If she’s just been monologuing, why did you stick around?”
“To make sure she doesn’t do anything worse.” Sammy began to play.
“Ah, good point.” Joey glanced in again.
Wally seemed perfectly happy to just let Susie keep going, eating his bacon soup while she dramatically ranted and raved. He was pretty used to it at this point. Susie “kidnapped” him a lot when she got like this. He wasn’t even looking up from his bowl while Susie circled him.
“She should be coming down soon, shouldn’t she?” Joey leaned on his cane, turning his attention back to Sammy.
“Might be a little longer.” Sammy shrugged slightly. “She got hit with a lot of ink.”
Susie was currently dripping ink onto the floor, sending droplets flying every time she gestured with her hands.
Joey grimaced. “Ah, I see. Would you mind keeping an eye on her until she comes down?”
“I was already planning on doing that.”
“Thank you, Sammy. I appreciate it.” Joey gave him a weary smile, putting a hand on Sammy’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome.” Sammy paused playing to pat Joey’s hand.
Satisfied, Joey turned and limped away. It was strange how used to this he was becoming. Funny what you can become accustomed to.
After another hour, Susie did come down from the ink high, and was incredibly embarrassed by her kidnapping of Wally.
“Hey, it’s okay!” Wally assured her. “You didn’t hurt me or anything!”
“You know how much he likes any opportunity to avoid working,” Sammy added.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” Wally shoved Sammy’s shoulder.
“It’s true, though.”
This got a laugh out of Susie, allowing them all to move on. They still had jobs to do, after all.
#bendy and the ink machine#fanfiction#ink fumes au#susie campbell#wally franks#sammy lawrence#joey drew
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